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caxsthetic · 4 years

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DEMON'S PRAYER — Kita Shinsuke x Reader — Angels&Demons!AU

Episode 1: Last Task

Type: TV Series (Multiple Chapters)

Cast: Kita Shinsuke, Suna Rintarou, Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji

Storyline: You were just another soul to be bound, another task that he needed to complete. That was what inside his head when the king gave him the mission. Yet now as you hummed giddily in the kitchen, with his shirt engulfed your figure — he started to feel unsure.

Genre: Fantasy, Drama, Mature

Darkness. It was the only thing that predominated in this bottomless pit called hell. The freezing temperature biting the skin without mercy, sending shivers down the spine for those who just arrived. There was no intense fire that burned, such a contrast to how humans portrayed this realm.

Everything that unfolded here was just melancholy. Poor soul dragged forcefully by the reaper, some of them wailing — begging to be released. But some of them just had their head hanging low, accepting the twisted fate that they got themself into.

He could only snicker, at how those humans acted as if they didn't just kill their own kind, acting like bullying and stealing someone's virginity was not a sin. They never thought about any consequences that might come at the afterlife. Or maybe, they just never foreseen what waited for them after their heart stops beating.

His brown orbs glowed in the dark, amused as he looked down to where the reaper twins just got back from earth. Both of them always had some entertaining soul to drag. Usually, they even made fun of the once human, spitting some snide comment about wasting their life.

It was no surprise that one of the twins wished to be born as a human. From the longing look inside his greyish orbs, or how he seemed so harsh over all of the ungrateful sinners — the silver-haired reaper didn't enjoy the chance of life that was given for him.

Kita could not really see the reason why one of the twins seemed to seek a mundane life. Either demon or reaper, they were born as something more. They were gifted, all above humans that were just a tiny goldfish compared to them.

Ah, it was rude for him to call humankind like that. But it was the truth, at least from his point of view. Demons, just like angels — were both creatures created by the supreme. Both had artifice that was a lot higher than humankind.

Angels and demons stay in their own realm to do their jobs, worshipping the supreme deity. Or as for the demons, they were lurking under the shadows, doing all the impossible jobs to take care of all the sinners in this universe.

Kita never cared much about how everyone said the supreme just playing favourites by keeping the angels in heaven, and demons in hell. It was not like he did all the tasks for the omnipresent anyway. As long as he knew he could do anything if he had the king's trust, being good in front of the supreme was at the bottom of his list.

Propping his chin with a hand, his legs dangled at the edge of the palace's rooftop. He just got back from a task a few hours ago. Once again, of course, ended up in success. If his counting was right, he only just needed to finish one more assignment from the king.

Just one more before he could be granted the power to bend the rules as much as he liked, to go anywhere as freely without anything tying him down. Just one more, before hell being told to bow for him.

He really couldn't wait to be the king's right-hand man for all eternity.

"Kita-sama~" He gritted his teeth when his eardrum caught the familiar sing-song voice that belonged to his junior. "Don't ignore me like that, Kita-sama. I know you can hear me." It grew closer and closer to his side, wanting his attention so bad.

He didn't have to turn his face around to recognise who it was. The wind that suddenly occurred due to the flap of wings, causing his straight hair to dishevelled a little.

"What is it now, Suna?"

Suna Rintarou, another demon that clung to him ever since birth. All of the other demons always made fun of him, saying he was too pretty, too delicate to be called a demon. Even with the higher-ups, they were all used to calling him an imposter — an angel in disguise.

But when Kita became the only one who stood for him, guiding his path to be a real demon, all the whispers stopped. Suna was a lot more destructive, sadistic, having no mercy to any soul. His pretty face was just a facade, because behind it all, was a demon who never hesitated to decapitate sinners.

Sometimes, even to some innocent creatures.

"Satan's called." The younger demon stated mindlessly. "Saying about giving you one last order or something, Kita-sama."

Kita released a sigh with how careless his companion acted just now. Manners, something that the dark-haired demon always lacked off. Just because they were creatures which didn't really sound like they would care for such courtesy, they really had the utmost respect toward each other.

"You did not just call the king with his real name." His finger went up to his temple, trying to massage the headache that wanted to come. "How many times do I need to tell you that we address Satan as the king?"

Suna could sense the irritation that dripped on each word being spoken, even though the intonation was flat and filled with no emotion. Yet he knew the superior demon long enough to recognise the stern expression that showed disapproval.

"Sorry." It was such a short apology, but with how he landed his feet and closed his wings, Kita knew that the younger demon really meant it. Even though Suna could be so scary at the point everyone didn't dare to be within one-metre range with him, he always had such a different personality when it came to the brown-eyed demon.

“Just remember it next time.” And no matter how many times the younglings made mistakes, Kita always put a blind eye to it. “Where is the king? Throne room?” He stood up, dusting his clothes delicately even though there was nothing that stained the fabric.

“No, Sa— I mean, the king is in the garden right now.”

Kita raised his eyebrows in confusion. Everytime a demon was given a task, the king would be there in the throne room, wearing his almighty crown made of fire. And for three hundred years, he never thought that the king would even invite him to come to the garden — the place where it was exclusive only for the higher-ups.

“Alright.” Suna smirked when he heard the answer, always so straightforward. “I see that smirk, Suna.” But it changed into a flabbergasted one in an instant.

“Sorry. You just always amused me, Kita-sama.” Brown orbs pierced into his soul, as if telling him to continue his words. “The king just called for you, in his garden that all of us lowlife demons never see with our eyes. Yet you didn’t look afraid or nervous at all.”

“Well, when you said it like that.” Kita chuckled lowly from the honest words, flailing his black wings as he was ready to take off. He pondered a little, never thought much about it before since he only focused on his goal. “We all already met the king anyway, right?” His feet stride to the edge of the roof, turning his face towards the younger demon. “So why should I?”

And without even waiting to see Suna’s response, he let his body fall into the open air graciously. His eyes fluttered close, focusing on how the wind grazed his wings. He remembered everything, the different intensity for each metre he already dived in. It felt heavier every time he got lower and lower. Just a little more, a few more seconds.

His colossal black wings spread to the side in an instant as he turned his body to face the ground, smirking as he felt proud with himself. Just like any other day, he could reach the ground even faster with this method. A dangerous one actually, a unique talent of him that there was no other demon willing to try. Ticking another list for the king to like him even more.

Every demon was busy with their own job and tasks. They had to assign all the sinners with the right punishment, making sure that each of them understood well that hell existed and created for them to reflect. All the cried out, all the weeping soul and painful scream — it was just another sight that was common to happen.

He soared through every level of hell, down into the coldest place where he could even see a puff of air slipped from his mouth when he breathed out. It was mysterious as to why the king had his palace right on top of the mountain, but decided to have the lowest level for his oh-so-called garden.

Kita slowed down as he saw the blue fire that burns on the looming gate of the garden. He was hesitant to land, knowing exactly what kind of feelings that he would get by making contact with the lowest ground. But the king demanded his presence, and it was not proper for him to keep his wings spread in front of the devil itself.

He hissed a little when his bare feet touched the black soil. Every time he took one step forward, a trail of blue hue could be visible from where he stood before. It was fire, right underneath the ground was the scorching blue fire that the temperature was controlled by the king.

Finally standing in front of the gate, he looked down to his palm that had a burning scar from where he was still a little demon. It still haunted him sometimes, the searing sensation when his skin made contact with the blue fire. But he needed to believe the king, wishing that the gate temperature was lowered for him.

His hand pushed the gate so easily, and he couldn’t help but smirk in awe as the fire engulfed his finger. It was as if he touched nothing, as if the fire was just a mist. He was still in starstruck when he walked past the gate, following the trail of blue hue that led him deeper into the garden.

This was the first time he landed in this level with a real purpose. Back then when he was just a naive demon, curious about what lay within the deepest level of hell, he just knew that he despised fire — kinda tragic for a demon wasn’t it? But that was exactly what he felt after he burned his feet and palm, one that he felt the second he landed here around two hundred years ago.

Though right now as his orbs caught all the glimmer on the leaves vein, he forgot about the nightmare that once occurred in his life. There were no other colours in this place except black and blue. Even the plants, it had the exact structure like what he usually found on earth, but it was more extraterrestrial than those green seedlings.

Yet it still captivated him as he walked through the forest-like area; tall trees filled his vision, and with all the blue lines around its veins, making him think that each plant was so much alive. Another living creature, trapped as they could do nothing but grow.

“Fascinating, isn’t it?”

His eyes widened when the familiar smooth voice rang right on his ear. The way his body jerked slightly, resulting in a chuckle to boom through the entire space he was in right now. “Don’t be so uptight now, Shinsuke. You know I will never do my favourite demon no harm.”

Arose in between the gigantic trees, red eyes pierced into his soul. With a sight of the king, he immediately got down on his knees, lowering his gaze to the ground to show respect. Just like any meeting that they had beforehand though, he would get a chuckle from the king, indicating to him that it was enough, that he didn’t have to bow down.

Kita stood up gracefully, standing still on the same spot as he waited for any kind of information about the next assignment that he needed to fulfil. The king circled around the fountain that was installed in the middle of the space. Instead of water cascading down the black surface, it was fire. Overflowing from the top and down to the lowest pond.

“You must know why I call you here, right? That younglings having quite a big mouth, I know he would have no filter when it came to you.” It must be Suna. He thought. After all, there was no other young demon that was dared enough to talk to him.

“Yes, my lord.”

“Then come here, Shinsuke. Take a look at the pond.”

He didn’t hesitate for a second, eager to gather as much information as he needed to. The once blue fire that filled the pond twirled into something else, a vision revealed in front of his eyes. There was a glimmer of earth, tall buildings and people passing by. From just seconds looking through the pond, he already knew where he should go next.

Now he just needed to know who. Which poor soul that he needed to bring to hell? What kind of sin that he needed to make sure the next human did?

Laugh, that was the first thing that he focused on. She looked so warm that it was even sickening for him, how could a human smile and laugh so freely to everyone who greeted her after all. He squinted his eyes, wanting to see her even closer. The way she gazed at everyone was nothing that he could see as a sinner.

There was no evil inside her, she just kept giving and giving. Not even one taking anything from the others. He parted his lips, wanting to ask what was exactly his task would be. But before he could emit a word, the vision fast forward to her slamming an apartment door.

Not even a second after that, she slid down into the floor, burying her head as she sobbed uncontrollably. He was frantic by now, deep down he just wanted to ask what happened to her, why she looked so fragile. Most importantly, why did she have to be dragged into hell?

She’s not even a sinner, she was just someone who needs help. He needed an answer, he had to know now why someone who was already broken, became his last mission? What kind of turmoil that the king wanted to see? Kita couldn’t look away from the pond, eyebrows furrowed as his mind wandered.

And as if the king knew what he was thinking right now, four words whispered to his ear — echoing inside his head as the next assignment.

“Make her kill herself.”

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vagrantblvrd · 4 years

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I would love anything Turnfreewood!

Lol, I was sorting my music collection when I had the perfect idea for your prompt, friend!

Vaguely noir-ish AU inspired by some songs from the game Contrast?

Private detective Ryan who used to be a cop before he left the police force.

Something, something, something shady business going on with corrupt cops and the like and idealistic idiot that he was he tried to expose it? But the baddies found out what he was doing and went after his partner, got them killed.

And Ryan, he’s not overly idealistic or anything, but he’s young, right. Got a real good look at how high the corrutption he was trying to expose went. How far-reaching, and in case he hadn’t realized that for himself he gets some visitors not long afterward.

Nice. Friendly. Letting him know if he kept pushing things his family might meet with some trouble of their own. (Ryan can’t be everywhere, you know? Can’t be on guard 24/7 to look out for the people closest to him - RIP his partner, btw - and so on.

The usual.

So Ryan.

He hates it, but they have a point, don’t they.

He’s just this little idiot in over his head and tells his family and friends some story about being forced to face his mortality while he was bleeding out in that alley with his partner. Waiting for backup that got there too late to do his partner any good, almost too late to save him and he lost the taste for being a cop.

Quits the force and leaves town (runs away) and kicks around for a little bit, gets all bitter and cynical and such and has these ~adventures that land him in, idk. Achievement City or Los Santos or somewhere.

(This feeling in the back of his head that things aren’t over, and he’ll have to face up to it sooner or later but that’s a future problem and why not try to forget about it for now?)

The kind of adventures where someone jokes he should become a private investigator because he’s more or less been solving crimes/cases in those adventures of his?

Supposed to be a joke, but it’s not like Ryan’s got anything else going on in his life at the moment, so private investigator it is!

Leases a little office somewhere and somehow manages to pull in enough business to pay the bills and tuck some away towards his savings. (Has to dip into said savings every so often for repairs/medical bills/whatever caused by cases and all that.)

And then one day someone walks into his office with a case. Something to do with a dead relative and a missing will. Or maybe it’s someone being blakmailed and someone mentioned Ryan as being both reliable and discreet and all that good stuff. (That, Ryan suspects, or no one would miss him/be all that bothered/surprised he got in over his head on one of his cases.)

Whichever it is, he’s in enough trouble financial-wise the money he’s being offered is too good to pass up, or worse? The client mentions the name of someone Ryan owes big-time who sent the client his direction with the expectation Ryan would know better than to say no.

SO.

Ryan takes the case and does all this Private Investigating.

Goes to his usual contacts and snitches around the city. Trustworthy and reliable ones and ones he can trust to look out for their own best interests and bribe/threaten them for what information he can get out of them. (And then figure out what’s true and bold-faced lies and working from there.)

Gets followed by Suspicious Sorts. Offered money to drop the case and send his client looking elsewhere for help and all that.

Gets into a back alley scuffle where he doesn’t quite come out on top but doesn’t leave with his tail between his legs either.

Goes to ground for a bit while he puzzles over what he knows, maybe goes to see his buddy in the police department here, and boy is Geoff ever not thrilled to see him.

“Seems like the only time I see you around is when you need something, Haywood,”

And Ryan being all scruffy and charming at him until Geoff sighs and tells him to go find Jack who will be able to give him what they’re allowed to without crossing any lines with ethics and the whatnot.

Jack is just as not-thrilled to see Ryan - goes all “What’s with the black eye?” the same way Geoff did and sighs as he hands over the files Ryan asks for. Tells him he’s an idiot and that Geoff and Jack didn’t see him, haven’t seen him in weeks. (And for fuck’s sake, don’t get killed idiot. the paperwork’s a bitch.)

Ryan all lol as he takes the files home with him and goes over them there. Just as confused about what the hell he’s gotten himself into this time, but!

There’s this one clue that has him sighing because he knows someone who knows someone who might - might - help.

Just has to do a little begging first.

SO.

He goes down to this little bar Meg runs with live singers and performers and all that? Trevor at the piano who flirts outrageously with Alfredo who’s one of the bouncers along with Jeremy.

Lindsay’s there doing whatever it is Lindsay feels like most days as far as Ryan can figure out? Michael’s a bartender/bouncer/whatever along with Fiona, and every once in a while one or both of them end up on stage because reasons?

All that.

Meg performs a few times a week, sings and dances or whatever else and sometimes Ryan heads there when he’s not working on a case because it’s one of the few places in town he’s actually welcome with open arms and all that.

Mariel handles most of the business side of things and Tyler is in charge of security and the like? (Something???)

Anyway.

Odds are good there are more things going on there than what the public sees - Meg and the others know way too much about what goes on in the city to explain otherwise - but Ryan’s never asked, (Learned better than that a long time ago.)

The first time he goes there during his current case Meg’s rehearsing on stage.

Middle of the afternoon and the place is closed to customers, but Ryan’s got a standing invitation to come by anytime he feels like it and everything. Good friends with Meg and the main players there and on good terms with everyone else.

Ryan walks in just as Meg starts singing this song, smiles when she looks over and catches his eye because they’ve got this Complicated relationship going on, you know?

On and off again and no hurt feelings (well, anymore, but all the grief she gives him is definitely deserved, okay.)

When she finishes the song she shoos everyone else working to deal with bar business and whatnot and takes Ryan over to a corner booth to talk business because he’s got the look he gets when he’s on a case.

When he fills her in on what he’s been up to the last few days she just. Gives him this look because fucking Christ, Ryan’s an idiot?

Getting all tangled up in Serious Business and such and oh, honey. That black eye looks awful.

Some flirting and concern and Meg despairing of Ryan and his life choices before she gives in and tells him what she can, promises to ask around for him, and oh, hey.

Maybe go see Gavin and what he can dig up for Ryan?

Which.

Yikes, because Gavin is part of this Complicated relationship Ryan has with Meg?

Part of this on again off again relationship the three of them ever quite manage to make work - timing’s always off and all that - but the times it does work are pretty great?

Just.

He’s good with Meg at the moment, but Gavin’s still kind ticked at him?

Something, something, something Ryan on a case and getting Gavin involved and the kind of shenanigans that almost got Gavin killed? Unpleasant reminder Ryan’s not infallible, that he got his old partner killed and oh, God, because he clearly didn’t learn his lesson if he’s putting Gavin - ad Meg - in the line of fire?

So he does what he thinks he has to to drive Gavin away and leaves things between them on a bad note. Meg saw what he was doing and stopped Ryan before he could try it with her too, but she warned him he was making a mistake and that he better apologize to Gavin make it up to Gavin or Ryan would regret it?

So of course he doesn’t, and Meg is just. Not angry, just disappointed and while Gavin figured out why Ryan did what he did, he’s not forgiven him for it. (Yet.)

ANYWAY.

Complicated because Ryan’s an idiot and Meg and Gavin are definitely aware of that fact, yes, Waiting for Ryan to get his shit together and figure out what he wants.

(In the meantime they’re..not-quite in a relationship? Like. Showing up as one another’s plus one at functions and seeing movies or going out to dinner together and such but aren’t Officially Dating, because waiting on their idiot and all.)

Ryan goes off to see Gavin who’s like. Freelance photographer or hacker or something, and they argue and bicker. Are about to move on to bantering, like maybe they’re ready to start dealing with their idiot issues when the guys who have been trying to intimidate Ryan into dropping his case make a move.

The whole fight in a dark alley/street and running from the baddies to end up back at Meg’s bar after closing time.

She’s just.

SIGH at these idiots and sits them down at that back corner booth to path themselves up/talk and goes to give them privacy as she deals with…other stuff? IDK.

Ryan and Gavin are patching one another up and don’t realize Meg’s finished up in her office and is playing a song over at the piano as tjhey talk and Ryan apologizes to Gavin.

But when they do, they look over and Meg’s got this little grin on her face because ridiculous and then like.

Smooches, probably?

More shenanigans that involve at least one (1) gunfight and a kidnapping or two (Gavin, of course and he’s super not thrilled at always being the damsel in distress, but Meg thinks it’s hilarious.)

A car chase and/or cat and mouse scene in an abandoned warehouse and Ryan solving his case to the relief/delight of his client and Ryan being like Jesus Christ, why does he keep doing this to himself? because he’s all bruised and battered and his car is probably a complete loss as far as the insurance company is concerned.

In the end he breaks even financially, but he’s made up with Gavin and has a date that Friday night with him and Meg and hey, things could have gone worse???

(That whole bit about his Tragic Backstory RE his former career as a cop definitely comes back to bite him in the ass in a future adventure, too. Wacky, zany adventures with many life-threatening moments and close calls with Meg and Gavin and good guys putting the bad guys in their places and more smooches before the credits roll. Or…something, yes.)

#ragehappy #turnfreewood #noir-ish au #vagrant fic #prompt fills #Anon #Anonymous #technically not a fic

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darling-clemmy · 5 years

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A Feeling We Don’t Know//Clouis Highschool AU--Chapter One

A/N: Welcome to the first chapter of my highschool AU! I will try to update this regularly, and I hope you enjoy the first part :)) also huge thank you to @missdaisymayrio , without her I could not have written this.

Summary of Story: After the first night, it seems impossible for them not to run into each other. Though, neither the boy with dreads nor the girl with curls can complain about that.

Summary of Chapter: Clementine had never liked parties--until she realized that some of them aren’t so bad, thanks to one dark haired boy.

Word Count: 3,670 words

CHAPTER ONE: PARTY FAVOR

The rain beat down against the overhanging glass of the bus stop, creating a repetitive pattern that was starting to get under Clementine’s skin. She’d much rather prefer to hear his cheery voice right now, speaking reassuring words into her ear, or the muted radio as they kiss in the backseat of his car. But that couldn’t happen now, or possibly ever again.

She pulled her oversized yellow raincoat closer to her body, although that would only relieve the shaking due to the cold, and not due to her silent cries. I’m so stupid, Clementine thought, forcing more tears out of her eyes. Yet, under the heavy rain, they were barely noticeable.

A car with blurry headlights zoomed past her, causing roadside rain water to splash up and hit her ankles. She was too numb to care about anything, much less a little bit more water on her already soaking clothes. Her head lifted at a realization—that car was playing their song. She could recognize that beat anywhere, having listened to it nonstop months ago. How silly it was to think that it held any meaning. She knew now that it was all a mistake. He was a big, heart shattering mistake.

Clementine checked her phone once more for whatever reason, as the same picture of a low battery came up again. She sighed, her entire being feeling so crumbled that it was useless to have any hope for herself anymore. So, with no other choices, she stood up from the cold bench, lifted her hood over her curls, and began stomping through the wet, cracked sidewalk back home, leaving him and all of their memories behind her.

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7 MONTHS EARLIER:

Ding!

Clementine blinked in surprise as the bell signifying an order was ready rung. She removed her hand from beneath her chin and looked at the plate.

One large blueberry pancake, four scrambled eggs, and six pieces of bacon with a coffee that might as well just have been milk. Kyle, Clementine guessed, rolling her eyes at the fact that she’d have to bring it out to him.

Tightening the stained white apron that was tied around her waist, she picked up the chipped plate by its bottom and held the mug’s handle firmly.

The diner was especially busy today, as it was every Saturday. Besides, Everett’s was the only place other than Bee Joe’s to get breakfast in the small town of Wareham, West Virginia. Because of this, probably around half the population came in between 7am and 2pm, consisting of young children with their mothers, a group of loud old men who split the check in eighths, and Clem’s own teachers at school, who, no matter how much they come in, were always surprised she works there.

After maneuvering through the clustered tables and booths, she finally made it to the table marked “H,” where, of course, none other than Kyle was sat.

“Here’s your food,” Clementine choked out through a forced toothy smile. “And your coffee. Do you need anything else today?”

Kyle slumped back in his chair as he eyed the food suspiciously, before returning his gaze back to her silently.

At his uncomfortable stare, Clem cleared her throat and gripped the hem of her stupidly stiff baby pink uniform skirt.

“Nah, nothing that I can order off the menu, anyway,” he nearly slurred out, making Clementine wonder if he was already high or if he was just sleazy.

“Okay, well, let me know if there is.” By now, she was smiling so tightly and fakely that it was beginning to hurt. Before he could get another word in, she spun on her heel and rushed back to safety behind the counter, away from the college boy.

Once there, where none of the customers could really see, she threw down the order notebook with a huff. Looking up at the red LED clock, she counted the minutes to when she’d be allowed to leave. 275 minutes. 16, 500 seconds. It’s a lot, but she hoped that maybe she’d be able to just wash tables until then.

“Dumb day?” A southern-twanged voice asked from beside her.

Clem sighed in relief that it was Brody, and not her supervisor scolding her for not being “sweet and accommodating,” as she’d always say.

“It wasn’t too bad until Eric, you know, the new cook guy, spilled bacon grease on the floor and I had to clean it up. And Kyle’s here and you know how he always is and of course I’m his waitress.” Clementine complained as she lowered her head in closer to Brody, like preteens gossiping.

“Ugh, he shouldn’t even be allowed in here. He’s such a creep,” Brody agreed. “I had to wait on the Yorks and all eight of their kids, who all wanted chocolate chip pancakes in the shape of Disco Broccoli. Omar’s a good cook and all, but how is anyone supposed to do that?”

Clem chuckled thinking about Disco Broccoli and his Chive Talkin’ Friends. She was surprised kids still watched that show. “I think customers think we’re Gordon Ramsay.”

“Sorry, we’re actually just a bunch of 16 to 25 year olds and their 40-something year old manager.” The auburn hair girl replied, scribbling down her tipped wages. “On a lighter note, are you doing anything tonight?”

“Nope. AJ’s parents don’t need me to babysit tonight and my parents are both working late again.” She furrowed her eyebrows before continuing, “Why?”

“Marlon’s having a party tonight and I was wondering if you’d like to come!”

“Brody—“

“Shush, before you say ‘I’m not a party person, Brody,’ it’s not as big as his other ones. There will only be, like, 30 people there, at most.” Brody chastised, placing a hand on her hip.

“Why so small?”

“It’s for his best friend. He just got back from a music camp or something,” she explained.

Clementine sighed, realizing that she and Brody had never really hung out outside of work before. They may not have been best friends, but Brody had always been there for her, so maybe she owed it to her to go to a party or two. “Okay, I’ll go. At least for a little bit.”

“Really?” Brody squealed, making some customers’ eyes gather on the girls. “Thank you, Clem! I promise you’ll have fun.”

Clementine laughed, “Who’s his actual best friend anyway?”

“His name’s Louis. Has dreads, writes music and plays piano, his family lives in that really big house down on Charlotte Lane,” Brody described, hoping to jog Clem’s memory.

Really, she didn’t need to. Everyone in Wareham knew Louis Hastings and his parents. With his high economic standing and the fact that he was a major social butterfly, everyone had talked to Louis at least once. He was well liked, too, so it was no surprise to Clem that a welcome home party was being thrown with him as the guest of honor.

“Well, I’ll make sure I’m there,” Clem promised with a grin.

The door opened and hit the ear-ringing bell above it. The girls looked over to it to see an old couple, dressed in button up shirts with matching patterns.

“Oh, look, Mr and Mrs Carlton. I’ll go get them a table,” Brody recognized with fond smile, as the couple often came in for their usual English breakfast tea and raspberry scones.

Clementine watched as Brody left her side behind the counter before returning her eyes to the clock that seemed to be ticking slower as it went on. 260 more minutes.

Might as well start washing those tables, Clem thought before grabbing the soapy bucket and the old rag and getting to work.

—

“You really know how to make the guest of honor feel special, Marlon,” Louis criticized, shoving three more packs of red solo cups into the grocery cart that had an obnoxious squeaking wheel.

“Don’t be mad. You should be happy I’m bringing you along to shop for food, since you’re such a picky eater and all,” Marlon rolls his glacier colored eyes in response.

“I’m not a picky eater,” the dark haired boy began. “I am a refined one.”

“Chicken tenders and french fries are real refined, Lou.”

“Everyone likes chicken tenders and french fries.”

“Vegans don’t.”

“They make fake chicken tenders, you know,” Louis informed, scrunching up his nose at the sour cream and onion chips that Marlon threw in the cart. “Are you buying all of this?”

“I’m not that bad of a party host. You really think I’d make you buy your own party supplies?” Marlon asked incredulously.

Before Louis could respond, he felt his phone vibrating in his back pocket. He could tell by the personalized pattern that it was his dad calling him. He frowned.

“Hey, Dad,” he greeted blandly.

“Why aren’t you home yet?” The older man interrogated with a harsh tone.

“I’m out with Marlon,” Louis explained. “I’ll be back later tonight.”

“I can’t believe you sometimes, Louis. You really can’t even be bothered to have dinner with your parents after being away for two months?” His father questioned.

“Look, Dad, I—” Louis began, only to be cut off.

“Just don’t, Louis,” his dad interrupted harshly. “Just—if you have the time, text your mother. She’s missed you a lot.”

“Yeah, I will.” He already had two hours earlier.

His father gave no goodbyes before hanging up the phone, leaving Louis to listen to a dull humming.

“Is everything okay?” Marlon asked.

Louis remained silent as he shoved his phone back into his pocket.

“I know how tough your dad can be—“

“Do you still have your fake?”

Marlon’s eyes widened. “ID? Of course.”

At his words, Louis picks a large box of beer out of the cooler and slides it onto the bottom rack of the cart.

“That’s the spirit, Lou!” Marlon hit Louis’ back roughly.

Louis chuckled, but still, the feeling of disappointment in himself remained in the pit of his stomach.

—

Clementine was late.

Thankfully, not excruciatingly late. Not so late that it’d be rude to show up now. Just late by thirty minutes or so, since she had spent twenty more minutes than expected trying to figure out what to wear to her first party and another ten getting lost on the way there.

But, still, she was late. And she hated being late. It was embarrassing.

She walked up the steep steps to Marlon’s front door, the newly setting sun casting her shadow down in front of her, surrounded by a yellow-gold. She was already gnawing on her bottom lip in anxiety, thinking about how lonely she may be here. Yet, Clem still knocks on the door before lowering her hand and wrapping it around her other wrist.

Marlon opened the door, a navy blue can in his hand. “Oh, hey, Clem. Brody said you’d be coming tonight.”

She grinned bashfully. “Yeah, she thought it’d be good for me to get out more.”

“Well, I can assure you that my parties are the best reason to do so,” Marlon boasted. “Come in. Brody’s in the kitchen.”

Before she could say another word, he’s shut the door behind them and ran off to speak to somebody else in his living room. Clementine huffed and raised her brows, analyzing the inside of the house, trying to find the kitchen.

In front of her in the entryway was a rack of coats, hung up high on the grey wall. Clem didn’t bring a jacket, as it was nearly 85 degrees out, so she moved past it and walked into the main area. To her left was Marlon’s living room, accompanied by a few boys she vaguely recognized from school drinking and playing some video game on the large flatscreen. Not wanting to have to talk to them, she quickly walked straight and into the kitchen.

“You made it!” Brody jumped off from her seat on the granite counter and skipped over to the tan girl to hug her tightly. “I love your outfit.”

Clem looked down at her cuffed blue jeans and form-fitting rosy shirt. Although she was receiving a compliment, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh, thanks. It only took a billion years to pick out.”

Brody grinned softly. “Let’s go out onto the patio! That’s where most everyone is.”

The slightly taller girl grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out through the sliding glass door and onto the rocky terrain of Marlon’s patio. To her right was a porch, which you could step up onto and enter an above ground pool. There were pretty, golden bulb lights strung across the entire backyard, glowing down on a little over a dozen teenagers. Music from a nearby speaker played loudly, as Marlon didn’t have any close-by neighbors that would file a complaint.

Brody dragged Clem up onto the porch and over to a few of their classmates who she recognized: Violet LaCasse, Sophie and Minerva Wilson, and Mitch Gray. She had never really talked to any of them, except Mitch once for chemistry homework. But she knew that Brody was really good friends with Sophie and Mitch (surprisingly) especially, so she stayed put.

“Hey, Clementine, right?” Minnie asked as Clem sat down on the metal chair, her arm loosely around Violet’s shoulders.

“That’s my name,” Clementine joked tight-lipped.

“You want a beer?” Mitch chimed in, already reaching for the cooler beneath them.

Clem’s amber eyes widened. “Ah, no, thank you. I’m driving back home tonight.”

Mitch shrugged. “If you wanna’ have real fun tonight, then you drink. I’ll drive you home after.” He gave a cheeky grin.

��You’ve already had three beers in the past 40 minutes, dumbass,” Violet objected, running her finger around the lid of her water bottle.

Clementine remained silent, her eyes furrowed together. Instead, she simply shook her head at his offer. As she looked to her left, she saw how Brody’s lips were set in a slight pout, her fingers wrapped tightly around themselves.

Once the auburn haired girl noticed Clem’s concerned stare, her expression did a complete 180, returning back to her usual welcoming grin.

Sophie tugged on Brody’s sleeve. “Did Marlon say where Louis is?”

“You know, I don’t—“

As if on purpose, Marlon busted through the sliding glass door, his arm around a slightly shorter, darker skinned boy. A cuter boy, Clementine admired. Louis Hastings.

“Look who’s fuckin’ back and better than ever!” Marlon roared, clearly already tipsy, stumbling out onto the patio.

Practically everyone grinned and cheered, the screams of the teenagers echoing into the forest behind them. The rest of the boys who Clem saw inside also came outside, all thrilled to see their favorite friend back home. After a few minutes of the rowdy boys yelling and pushing each other, Marlon and Louis made their way up the porch steps and over to the table.

Marlon kissed the side of Brody’s head, her nearly flinching at the touch. “You smell like alcohol, babe.”

He kissed her again, despite her protests, as Mitch and Louis did that awkward side hug-back-hitting thing guys did.

Louis’s eyes scanned the table, nodding a simple hey, good to see you again to the blonde and the twins before his tawny brown eyes met Clementine’s.

He knew her face from around school, but didn’t really know her too well since she was a grade below him and almost everyone else, except for Mitch. All he really knew her by was the fact that she won a state photography prize for their school last year and that she sometimes wore her hair in two cute pigtails tied with purple ribbons. And that she was pretty. Really pretty.

Louis held his hand out towards her across the table. “Why, hello. I’m Louis, to formally introduce ourselves.”

Clem’s cheekbones flushed vaguely before the corners of her mouth lifted up. “Clementine.”

“I’m glad you could make it. The more the merrier, right?” Louis preached. “Oh, wait, that sounds bad. Uh, nevermind.”

Clementine giggled softly, not caring about the slightly confused stares from the rest of the group.

“Alright, you two, stop flirting,” Marlon interjected, waving his hand around. “C’mon, Lou, let’s go talk to Luke.”

“Okay, okay,” Louis said, turning back to look at her. “See you all later.”

The group said their chorus of goodbyes to the two boys and watched as they walked down the wooden steps, Louis holding up Marlon so he doesn’t fall. Clem’s stare lingered on the boy with dreads, even after they walked across the yard to a group of boys kicking around a soccer ball.

Brody leaned over the arm of her chair and whispered into Clem’s ear, “You’re welcome for inviting you.”

“Oh, quiet. He was just being nice,” she insisted, tucking a curl behind her ear.

“Whatever you say,” Brody sang.

Clementine stood awkwardly by the side of the house as she watched the rest of the party-goers dancing and talking. She wraps one of her hands around the opposite arm in an attempt to warm herself up. She wished she had brought a coat now, the early autumnal cold night air surrounding her in an aura of blue. When she lifted her head to look up at the stars, she hoped that the far away heat from them would transfer to her body. Sadly, it didn’t.

Since she was scuffing her white shoes against the ground, she didn’t notice the presence of a body next to her. She was too focused on an ant crawling through the caverns between bricks and a new dirt mark on the tip of her shoe that she accidentally ignored the kind boy.

He cleared his throat, alarming her and making her look up.

“Sorry,” she apologized flustered. “You were pretty quiet.”

“I don’t know if this will surprise you, but pretty much no one else has ever said that to me,” Louis told her, leaning against the tan house as well.

“Well, you did make quite the entrance,” Clementine complimented.

He shrugged. “Marlon and his alcohol made quite the entrance.”

“Right, right.”

“So, um,” Louis began. “I got you a drink.”

Clementine raises an eyebrow. “Why?”

“I noticed you didn’t have one at the table. I can’t let a pretty girl go thirsty at my party,” Louis explained, his dark eyes twinkling like the stars above them.

She eyed the red cup suspiciously then gazed back at him. “You seem nice enough, Louis, I just don’t know if I wanna’ take a random drink from you.”

“What? I--Ohh!” Louis’ face dropped at what she was implying. “There isn’t anything--It’s just water with ice. I hope you like ice--Ah, okay, this is a really bad first impression.”

Clementine giggled and bit the inside of her lip. “Then, how about you make a good second impression?”

“Yes! Yeah, yeah,” Louis agreed.

“Can you walk me to my car? No offense to your party, but I don’t really think I’m needed here.” Clementine joked, but her solemn undertone spoke a different narrative.

He smiled wordlessly and opened the glass door for her, following her once she stepped inside. They made their way through the simple layout of the bottom floor and to the front door. Louis once again held it open for her, and her heart felt warm for the first time tonight.

The walk down the long dirt driveway and to the main street that Clem had to park on was silent, since the two teenagers didn’t know anything to talk about and didn’t really mind the comforting quiet that was only filled with chirps of crickets and nearby music from the party. Once they reached Clem’s silver sedan, she paused in front of the driver side door.

“Well, this is me,” she announced, pulling her keychain out of her back pocket. “Thanks for the walk.”

“I’d feel too bad to let you walk down here alone in the dark,” he reasoned with his hands shoved into his jean pockets. “But, you know, I don’t know if our short walk made up for the whole four hours of the party where you looked miserable.”

“What? I was having fun. So much fun,” she promised dramatically, but at his incredulous stare she gave in. “Yeah, fine, it kind of sucked for me.”

Louis sported a small grin. “And I take no offense to that. Besides, I didn’t really throw it.”

“Even if you did, it’s not like my opinion on it really matters. Everyone else looked to be having fun,” she responded.

“Your opinion matters to me.”

Her lips went into a confused pout. “We just met.”

“So? You still matter, and I still feel kinda’ bad that you were dragged here,” Louis empathized with soft eyes.

Clem sighed. “Can you still say thank you to Brody for me? And make sure she gets home safe? I know she doesn’t drink it’s just….”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” he assured, opening the car door for her. He cleared his throat. “Have a nice night, Clementine.”

She smiled and slipped into the car, closing the door after her, but her window remained open. “You too, Louis. Welcome home.”

“Yeah, you too,” Louis said before realizing his mistake. “Wait, no. God, I’ve messed up my second chance, too, haven’t I?”

The tan girl laughed. “No, no, you haven’t at all. Goodnight, Louis.”

“Goodnight,” he waved weakly before stepping out of the way for her to drive off.

He watched her car as she drove down the curvy road like he was watching her herself. When she braked, turned on her blinker, and took a left off of the street, Louis sighed to himself with a blissful smile. She really is something else, he pondered, bringing his hands up to feel how warm his face had gotten during their interactions.

He wondered if she was feeling the same joy in the pit of her stomach, too, or if it was simply one-sided.

What he did know, though, was that he’d definitely have to thank Brody for inviting her.

#clouis #twdg #clementine #louis #louisentine #clemxlouis #fanfiction #the walking dead game #the final season #fanfic #clem #brody #marlon #violet #minnie #sophie #mitch #highschool au #a feeling we don't know fic

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~~2018 THIAM BIG BANG CREATIONS: OG~~

November 12, 2018 - November 21, 2018

Your one-stop collection to all the Big Bangs added here on Tumblr, updated each day of the event. Title/Artwork links will direct you to the creators’ tumblr posting. Four months of passionate and diligent preparation; please like, reblog, and comment to show the spectacular creators love!! <3

~ Monday: 11/12/18 ~

Faking It (+ Artwork)

Author: xtarmanderx | Artist: manonisamelon

Theo and Liam have been best friends forever and they’ve gone unnoticed throughout school, much to Liam’s displeasure. One day at lunch, everything changes when a girl overhears them and is convinced they are dating. Liam, realizing this could be their shot at popularity by being the first same sex couple in schools, convinces Theo to fake date him. Between pretending and trying not to get caught, Theo will also have to avoid breaking his one rule: to not fall in love with his best friend.

[19k Words | Rated M | No Warnings]

Behind His Smile (+ Artwork | + Plus Here)

Author: flyde | Artist: marauders-mess

In this High School AU, the beginning of the relationship with everybody’s darling Liam couldn’t come anymore out of the blue to introvert Theo. He’s been in love with the boy’s incredible smile forever, but when things go great and move fast between the two of them, he can’t help but think it’s all a little too good to be true. Although he’s half expecting for everything to turn out to be just a really amazing dream, he’s still deeply shocked when he hears that Liam set the treehouse he’s been building in his backyard on fire, almost burning the Geyers’ house down as well. Liam shuts himself off completely, nothing makes sense to Theo until he learns about Liam’s diagnosis with bipolar disorder. ‘Behind His Smile’ is the title of a comic book Theo creates for Liam, telling the story of a man who was robbed of his magical smile, a hero who has to fight evil and himself to get it back.

[34.9k Words | Rated M | Rape/Non-Con]

~ Tuesday: 11/13/18 ~

I have friends in both places (+ Artwork)

Author: sarcxstic-stilinski | artist: manonisamelon

Liam Dunbar was a guardian angel, but when a grave mistake gets him kicked out of heaven, Theo Raeken, king of hell, is right there to help.

“I don’t like to commit myself about heaven and hell - you see, I have friends in both places.” – Mark Twain

[32.7k Words | Rated T | Graphic Violence]

Deal With the Devil (+ Artwork )

Author: sharkycannotwrite | Artist: wolfenboyb

Theo Raeken’s family was murdered when he was 10, and the wolves that did it took him in. He did everything possible to survive until he was stronger, faster, and deadlier than any of them. He finally gets the chance he has been waiting 9 years for and escapes. He ends up severely wounded however, only to be found by IED plagued runaway Liam Dunbar. The 17-year-old becomes both the bane of Theo’s existence, and his best friend. The two crisscross the country, killing with no discernible pattern and doing anything they must to survive. (Or: The Thiam serial killer au no one asked for, based off the song Wires by The Neighborhood)

[33.8k Words | Rated T | Graphic Violence]

~ Wednesday: 11/14/18 ~

Helping Hand (+ Artwork)

Author: Extrasteps | Artist: imjustafangirl-nobodylovesme

Post 6B. Liam is exhausted. The whole town knows about werewolves, but now with the influence of the Anuk-ite vanquished, everyone instead wants his help. Working to the bone, it takes one chance encounter to realise that someone a little closer to home needs his assistance. Enter Theo, homeless, hungry, and his mask finally crumbling to dust. Liam offers him his friendship, his home, and maybe something more.

[18.2k Words | Rated M | No Warnings]

Soulless (+Blockrose’s Artwork | + irwintrashx’s Artwork)

Author: slayerwithredhair | Artists: blockrose | irwintrashx

In an AU where Theo was never dragged to hell and never earned his redemption, the chimera plays a dangerous game with an angry young beta struggling to hold his life together. Prowling the shadows and craving connection, Theo tempts Liam farther and farther down a dark road that test’s the beta’s control in ways neither of them are prepared for. But as the secrets mount up and things get broken, it’s ultimately Theo who realises he might not be able to handle the path his has set them on, especially when his past doesn’t want to let him go.

[26.7k Words | Rated Explicit | Graphic Violence]

~Thursday: 11/15/18~

the insuffeably cruel life of Theo Raeken: an anti-love story (+Artwork)

Author: marauders-mess | Artist: wolfenboyb

Theo isn’t dumb. He’s read enough books, watched enough shows, seen enough movies and spiralled into fanfiction enough times to see where this is heading. He completely refuses to fill whatever Person A’s role is stored for him in life. No sir, that’s not his thing.

Person B can pretty much suck his ass.

[27.5k Words | Rated Mature | No Warnings]

i can’t not love you (+Artwork)

Author: eliestarr | Artist: 18-sweet-posioned-heart

Liam’s a little lost in life. His latest relationship has fizzled out, his best friends are about to be married, and he’s rapidly realizing he doesn’t want to be the best man without a date. So, inspired by their tale of rekindled romance, he decides to track down all his exes and figure out which one was right for him all along. The problem is that several have been out of contact for years, and he has no idea where they are. The solution? His promiscuous, struggling musician neighbor Theo, who happens to have dabbled in the police academy long enough to be good at digging up dirt and finding people. But time is running out, the wedding countdown clock ticking ever closer, and if Theo can stop flirting with him for maybe five seconds and find his former flames, he might have a shot at this. || What’s Your Number AU.

[ 48k Words | Rated Teen | Occasional swearing/mild sexual references]

~Friday: Nov 16, 2018~

Truth or Consequence (+Artwork)

Author: tabbytabbytabby | Artist: elistarr

When Theo is 8 years old, life as he knows it changes. He loses his family in an accident, and winds up with his sister’s heart. He spends the next few years living with Liam and his family, and trying to figure out what his life is supposed to be like now. Along the way, he falls for Liam and the two start dating. Until one night, the Dread Doctors come for him. Theo’s memories are taken from him and replaced with false ones, leading him to believe he’s been with the Dread Doctors since the accident. When he comes back to Beacon Hills, he’s there with a purpose. To get power and pack. He’s ready to do whatever it takes to get what he wants. What he’s not counting on is Liam, and the strange pull he feels towards him.

[86k Words | Rated Teen | Occasional swearing and mild references]

~Saturday: Nov 17, 2018~

Remember Me (+Artwork)

Author: francissnackhole | Artist: marauders-mess

Isn’t it absurd how one moment can change your whole life? One thing leads to another and suddenly your world turns upside down. The dominoes fall in perfect order and still you’re left without the one title that has kept your life in order. Theo finds himself in one of those situations...One second he’s happy and in love with Liam and the other he’s doubting that he will ever get his boyfriend back. Though, there is still hope that the dominoes will play well for him. Liam will remember him, right?

[31K Words | Rated Gen | No Warnings]

A Love You Can’t Fight (+Artwork)

Author: lightfiretomypaperwings | Artist: Li0nh34rt

Liam is the newest history teacher at Beacon Hills High after being forced to quit his old job due to a relationship gone wrong with a fellow teacher. He promised himself that, no matter what, he’d never date a colleague again. Enter Theo Raeken, who is everything Liam ever wanted in a guy. The only problem? Theo is the biology teacher at his new job. Liam has to make a choice: to be willing to let go of his past fears of his past or to walk away and try to forget that Theo ever existed. Things get complicated after a night out with their friends. Enter students getting involved and trying to play matchmaker and Liam is in for one hell of a time.

[52k Words | Rated Explicit | Rape/Non-Con]

~Sunday: Nov 18, 2018~

Don’t Forget To Breathe (+Artwork)

Author: Snaeken | Artist: eliestarr

Formerly a professional ice hockey player in the NHL, Theo suffered a career-ending injury on the ice which resulted in the loss of everything he held dear to him. No longer able to cope with his teammates pity, and the speculation from the media and the general public on how bad his injury really is, Theo runs away. He goes back to the hometown he left behind when he turned pro, hoping to find solace in a place which has previously caused him so much pain. After a chance encounter in a graveyard of all places, Beacon Hills local Liam Dunbar slots himself into Theo’s life, wanting to aid him in both his physical and mental recovery. Theo quickly discovers he’s not the only one who has demons, and when feelings become involved… well that’s just inevitable, isn’t it?

[23.9k | Rated Explicit | No Warnings Apply]

~Monday: Nov 19, 2018~

The Boyfriend Experience (+Artwork)

Author: Extrasteps | Artist: AJP_37

Theo is a self-made alpha werewolf. By day he builds up his business, Raeken Industries and by night he runs the hottest club in LA, Sinema. Alongside his pack, Tracy, Josh, Corey and Hayden, he helps to protect LA. Escorting is so commonplace in this town that Theo doesn’t even blink twice when Derek Hale, another alpha, introduces him to Liam Wolf at Sinema one night. What does surprise him, however, is his immediate and intense attraction to the other man and the realisation that Liam is his mate.

Liam's only been a werewolf for four years, having been taken in by Scott and the rest of his pack, but he's been fitting in just fine. Working as an escort under Scott is certainly no hardship, and with his blue eyes and cheeky smile, he's never had to try all that hard to pull new clients. Liam is out with Derek when he introduces him to Theo. He's definitely attracted to the young alpha; Theo's hot and rich, what's not to like?

But the name Theo Raeken always seems to be followed by whispers of some unspeakable event, of a past marred in ambiguity. What happened five years ago and why does it still have such a profound effect on the LA packs?

[52.9k Words | Explicit | No Warnings]

Willful Entrapment (+Artwork)

Author: RedCoral | Artist: Theraeken

Theo looked at him from head to toe in the dingy bar they were at, his expression thoughtful and deadly serious as he said, "So tell me Liam. Are you sure you're not a parking ticket? Because you've got fine written all over you."

Liam laughed so hard, he almost fell from the barstool. "Oh my God. Is that what you're going with?"

"Did you know people are more likely to laugh at the jokes of people they're attracted to?"

"And you think I'm attracted to you."

"I think I've got a chance. Don't you?"

He did. And he blew it. He left the next morning to save Liam from the whirlpool that was Theo's life. But Liam had to go and put himself in harm's way again, didn't he? So, Theo entered the Mayor's race against Liam. And now everything was upside down with no way to fix it and survive. But his own survival had never been part of his quest, had it? It's always been Liam's, no matter what Liam thinks.

[41.9k | Teen | No Warnings Apply]

~Tuesday: Nov 20, 2019~

Mining for a Chance (+Artwork)

Author: Maniacalmidnight | Author: rux-ian

Beacon Hills is hit with a string of sudden disappearances - a master serial thief at work. This wouldn’t really be a problem, except Corey’s lost his camera - the key to passing his photography course. Mason the harried boyfriend is harried, and Liam can’t take the constant fretting; there’s only so much a boy can take! Obviously, this calls for drastic action - but no worries, Liam’s on the case!

…Now, if only stupid, jerk-face Theo would stop running through his mind all the damn time.

[25.5k Words | Teen | No Warnings]

It was only a bet (+Artwork)

Author: VolsungartheMighty | Artist: lightfiretomypaperwings

When Theo Raeken, captain of the college football team, loses a bet to one of his team mates, he is forced to start a fake relationship with Liam Dunbar, all around nerd and Theo’s neighbour, who constantly complains about the noise. Theo isn’t expecting his feelings to become involved, yet they do, but before he can act on them, the worst happens – Liam finds out about the bet.

[37.3k Words | Mature | No Warnings]

~ Wednesday: Nov 21, 2019 ~

Let Me Be Your Front Line (+Artwork, + And Here)

Author: iwritefanfictionsometimes | Artist: lovelylittlegrim

Theo and Liam are thrown together when Theo’s father, the fey king, finally decides to let Theo be a musician. The only catch is that he needs a bodyguard. Liam wants nothing to do with the fey, but apparently, he has no choice. So now he’s going to be living with a pretentious, arrogant prince with stupid pointy ears and too fancy clothes for an unidentifiable amount of time. His magic is entirely too happy about it. They say they don’t get along, but months of movies, shared food, and built trust say otherwise. All Theo wanted was to put out an album. Liam wasn’t supposed to laugh at his jokes or stare at him like that. It’s very hard to stay focused when Liam sits there winding blue and gold magic around his fingers that Theo can feel from across the room. Or Theo is the fey prince who wants to sing instead, Liam is the several thousand year old year old witch that’s tired with life. They both find something that wakes them up, and it’s not necessarily what they expected.

[22.3k Words | Mature | No Warnings]

Making A Believer Out Of Me (+Artwork)

Author: xtarmanderx | Artist: tabbytabbytabby

A series of events have led Liam to believe that love doesn't exist, the first one being his parents' messy divorce. Liam, who hasn't been close with his dad in years, is suddenly faced with the opportunity to see him when he's asked to attend his dad's upcoming wedding. His mom convinces him to go and try and reconnect with his dad. There he meets Theo, the gorgeous son of his dad's business partner that is currently spending his summer living in the Dunbar's pool house. When Theo, a hopeless romantic, learns Liam's feelings about love, he makes it his mission to change his mind.

[63k Words | Mature | No Warnings]

Check out our event round for the 2018 Thiam Big Bang here. Happy reading!

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emperor-lover · 7 years

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Hey I love your scenarios. Can I please request a guanlin college au? Thank you!!

Thank you for loving my writing!! ❤❤ Sorry this took so long, i’m in the midst of all my final assignments and midterms at uni right now, but here you go!! It’s a bit more friendship with a hint of potential future relationship so maybe i’ll do a part 2 sometime later on if you’d like? Enjoy!

Kuanlin college!AU (that kinda wasnt a college au, idk i got a bit sidetracked by basketball lmao) ALSO HAPPY BDAY KUANLIN BBY HOPE UR SWEET SIXTEENTH IS LOVELY LIKE U KIDDO

he’s well known around campus as THE international student

like a guy who appeared from a manga/manhwa, he has godly features and proportions

just a very perfect looking human

He’s also the guy that still seems to be having a growth spurt because you swear he’s taller than he was a month ago

Has a keen interest in languages, so he’s doing a double degree in Korean and English

People’s first impression of him are always that he’s this really cool guy

He has this signature outfit of a bomber jacket and ripped jeans

and sunglasses

Everyone’s eyes are always drawn to him immediately

“he looks like a celebrity!”

as soon as he took off his sunglasses and sat down, he gave everyone this cute gummy smile and introduced himself

Despite his fashionable attire, he’s rather introverted and sticks to the same group of friends

The first time you met was in class at the start of your first year

you were running late because you had gotten lost because there had been a mistake in the timetable

you had made it in the correct building but it was seriously like a maze

and there was like 2 minutes left until the lecture would start but you were still so lost

1 minute to go and you were about to give up

when Kuanlin strolls past you leisurely

He’s about to turn the corner when he glances back at you

“um…”

you glanced over at the sound of his voice

“…if you’re looking for the lecture room for korean, it’s over this way…”

You thanked him in relief and followed him around 2 more corners before making it to a seat just in time for the lecture begin

After the lecture was over you spotted him leaving and you had rushed over to him

“Hey, thank you so much for showing me where this room was, you’re a life saver!”

He had looked away and you saw a slight pink flush light up his cheeks

“Happy to help.”

Your resolution when you were beginning college was to make lots of new friends so you decided, hey why not start now

“I’m Y/N by the way, it’s nice to meet you!”

As you introduced yourself, the two of you walked in step with each other

Turns out you do almost all the same papers as he does

The two of you end up just having this sort of silent seating plan

Like it randomly started one day and since then the two of you have always sat next to each other

Round mid semester exam time, the two of you would study together in the library

You’d take turns buying each other coffees

Kuanlin has remembered your coffee order in one go, much to your surprise

He gives off a very innocent vibe despite his mature appearance

He also tends to be very focused, and will always keep his emotions in check

Unlike you, because during exam time, u were streeeeesssed out

A complete contrast to Kuanlin’s very calm soul

The only times he breaks free from the calm is when he finds something funny

Like he’ll break out into this cute breathy laughter that’s super adorable

Because he’s an international student, he struggled to settle in at first at college

but after joining a few clubs and being introduced and meeting lots of nice people, Kuanlin really thrives in the college life

There is this really prestigious basketball team at your college - “Wanna One” and every semester they participate in a tournament against other college teams

Wanna One’s biggest rival is a team called “Mnet” (lol mnet, what a punny bball team name)

It’s such an intense competition as the winning club gets a huge benefit

like helping funding for national and overseas tournaments, helping paying off college tuition fees, getting more exposure to professional basketball scouters etc

It’s tough though because Mnet is a team that tends to play dirty and will try to dramatise anything so the other team will get fouled (can y’all tell im having way too much fun with this)

A few of your friends, and friends of friends are in Wanna One

So you went to the tournament to cheer them on

You noticed from the crowd that there’s a new but familiar face in the team

The arrival of the new maknae, the hidden ace, Lai Kuanlin

No one outside of W1, as well as yourself had ever seen him play basketball before

so everyone’s a bit worried because the stakes on the game are so high

but those worries were all put to rest as soon as Kuanlin stepped on the court

The star shooter of the match, he didn’t miss a single hoop and ended up being the player who raked in the most points helping W1 claim victory

After the game, you, Wanna One and all their friends went to a karaoke place to celebrate

You were sandwiched between Daehwi and Jisung who were singing their hearts out to some girl group songs

Everyone’s laughing and having a good time

But then you noticed Kuanlin surrounded by all these girls/new found admirers

And although he looked slightly flattered by the situation he also looked very uncomfortable due to the sudden attention on him

You weren’t too sure if you should intervene or not, and just as you decided you were going to say something, Jisung shoved the microphone into your face forcing you to sing with them

After many more songs, you decided this would be a good time to go outside to get some fresh air and a break from all the ruckus

“Y/N? what are you doing out here?”

Kuanlin was sitting on a bench outside the karaoke place

“I thought I’d take a break from the noise, it was getting stuffy in there…what about you, you’re the star of the night, you should be in there celebrating with the others!”

“Same as you, the craziness was getting to me”

You gave a light pat on the back, “Things wont be that normal for you anymore, you’re practically a celebrity!”

Kuanlin had just hmm-ed in response, getting lost in his thoughts again

After that day, you didn’t see Kuanlin as often anymore, which surprised you

it was weird and out of character of him to not have him showing up to classes

and there was always one empty seat next to you, which made your heart ache a bit?

you felt sad that you hadn’t been able to see him at all recently, and he had been extremely slow in replying to any of your messages

Turns out this applied to all your friends in W1 too

You found out eventually that they were preparing for the big national tournament in the coming month, so they were too exhausted to go to class

Videos were popping up on snapchat and facebook of them practising late into the night/morning

sometimes only getting 1 hour of sleep every night, maybe less

you were so shocked, your friends were being overworked like crazy by their coaches, but they just kept smiling and saying that they’re happy

Your birthday comes round, and you decided that you were just going to have a small gathering because all your friends were busy

You sat in the dorm corridor with a small group of your close friends

As you blew out the candles to your cake, you couldn’t help feel upset that none of the boys had been able to make it, or even respond to your invitation

You knew that they’re incredibly busy, so you’re annoyed at yourself for blaming them

You forced a smile onto your face and thanked your friends who had showed up, and after digging into the cake, you all retreated back into your rooms

The clock on your desk ticks away, and as it hits 11.59pm, you sigh

For some reason you had wished that at least Kuanlin could’ve turned up for your birthday

You had stopped denying that you missed him dearly

you missed his voice and his laugh

and his friendship

you also missed that warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach whenever he smiled at you

A few tears roll down your cheek and you wipe them away angrily

Why are you getting so worked up over a boy?

A boy who is just a friend

Just a friend who bought you multiple coffees

and took notes for you in class that week when you were sick

and accompanied you on late night walks to McDonalds

A sharp knock on your door echoes through your room

Looking at the clock, it’s 3am, and you realise you fell asleep

who tf would be knocking at 3am tho

It’s saturday night, so you’re scared it’s some drunk person causing a scene so you stay in your room

Another knock, but this time a voice rings clearly with it

“Y/N? Are you awake?”

You go over to the door, and after a bit of hesitation you open it

Kuanlin is standing there, holding a present and looking apologetic

“Surprise! Happy Birthday Y/N!”

“You’re three hours late.” you turn your back on him and return to your room with him following behind

“Oh cmon, dont be like that, haven’t you missed me?? Me and the guys are sorry that we couldn’t make it earlier…”

silence

“Y/N? did you hear me?”

He turned on the light and looked at your face clearly

“oh…Y/N, are you crying??”

You shake your head angrily but there’s no denying the tears running down your face

Kuanlin is so concerned, and pulls you into a hug

“Hey, hey, hey it’s alright, what’s made you so upset?”

You hug him back, clinging to him, your anger evaporating at the close proximity

instead your heart is now pounding at an insane speed and you can feel the cheeks starting to heat up

“I just…I’ve just really missed you, you idiot”

you try to disengage yourself from the hug and hide your face but Kuanlin just wipes away your tears gently with his thumbs before pulling you closer and patting your hair

“I missed you too Y/N, a lot.”

He pulls away slightly and hands you the present

“The basketball season is drawing to a close, so we get to go on a break for a few weeks, I just thought I’d come let you know in person and give you this at the same time.”

His face is tinged with pink and he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment.

After unwrapping it you see it’s a beautifully and intricately designed necklace

You marvel over it as it sits delicately in the palm of your hand

He’s still nervously looking at you trying to assess your reaction

“UH…if you don’t like it, there’s an exchange card in the gift box, so if you don’t want it you can change it to something nicer at the shop just in case you -”

“Kuanlin, it’s beautiful, i really love it”

“YOU DO?”

this boy had spent hours at that shop trying to find that freaking necklace

and every single member of W1 had seen it and reassured him that you’d like it

but he was still nervous af the poor kid

He took a deep breath to try calm himself down as he took the necklace from your hand and signalled for you to turn round

you did and he gently pushed your hair to the side

his fingertips brushed your neck as he put the necklace on you and you couldn’t help but shiver

Suddenly his arms wrapped round your waist and you were enveloped by his warm body

“Y/N…Happy belated Birthday.”

After Kuanlin left that night, you lay in bed replaying the scene over and over in your head

Something about your relationship with him was different now, but in a good way

Playing with the necklace still hanging round your neck, you smiled to yourself

Who knows how things will go from here, but right now all you can think about is the next time you’ll see Kuanlin and how much you liked being in his embrace

huhuhu i always struggle to end my AUs and they turn out extra mushy, im sorry! I’m going to try really hard to do at least one update a week, but because my final exams are coming up real quick I can’t promise anything! Remember, if you’ve sent in a request, I will put them up on my masterlist as soon as I’ve seen them, so you can check if I’ve received them/if i’m working on them there! Once again, thanks for reading!! xo

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An Introductory to Good Ol' Johnny A

Prompt: This was the first fanfic for Hamilton I ever wrote, but it was written in first person. I went back and edited it to a standard imagine format. It’s going to be a series, most likely Poly!Hamilsquad X Reader, and it’s going to be a loosely based Moulin Rouge AU. Pairing: This chapter is just Lafayette X Reader, but the series is Poly!Hamilsquad TW: written more eloquently like a book instead of an imagine or a one shot, so it’s not in depth??? A/N: here’s another series. I hope y'all enjoy it! If you want me to tag something, please let me know! I want you to feel safe when reading my work! Word Count: 1692 Your Sons of Liberty Chapter 1

Everything starts out small and insignificant. Atoms are infinite and meaningless until they combine and interact to form the most complicated structures and organisms known to man. We cannot even begin to comprehend their complexity. These glorious combinations of stardust and galactic energy are byproducts of something smaller than small. Something meaningless. The best, most beautiful things come from nothing.

I guess I could say that the meaningless act that started it all was when your parents decided to bareback it into the night, and you were mistakenly (and regrettably) conceived. This began your ever so casual, uneventful, dreadfully boring existence. Your life consisted of mistake built after consecutive mistake; atoms on top of atoms until it formed a huge, complex mistake known as yourself. However, by some act of God, you miraculously managed to make it through high school. It took a lot of tears, lies, and countless bullshitted assignments, but you made it. Considering you had major authority issues and crippling depression, your accomplishment still boggles my mind. The most surprising part of it all, however, was the fact that you somehow had managed to get yourself into college. All of your mistakes had snowballed on a slippery slope into this. So there you were, standing at the gates of this new Mt Bullshit, and you were ready to climb it. You had your grappling hook of manipulative tears, your safety harness of reliable mental illness to fall back on, and the determination of a scorned liberal. You could do this. On the downside, in the literal sense of what you had on your person was a pencil and a notepad shaped like a paw print. You were not prepared for college. This, to me, was a major accomplishment considering that you had also remembered to put pants on this morning. When you first went into the enormous lecture room of the reasonably priced, ninety-four percent acceptance rate university, you were overwhelmed. You weren’t used to classes this large. The room was already considerably full with a full roar of chatter. You also noticed how out of place you were next to the kids who were actually prepared for class. Some even had text books and laptops. Joke’s on them; you have depression!

You scanned the room for an open chair in a quiet corner, and to your orgasmic delight, there was an empty row in the back, shadowed out by the awkward angles of the lecture hall. You quickly made your way to my safe haven and sat down. You pulled out your phone and slid your headphones in, glad that you remembered the items that actually mattered. You began to listen to your song of the week, your most recent obsession, “Cecelia and the Satellite.” You stared at your paw print notepad you had gotten on clearance and smiled to yourself. You loved cats so much. Just then, the bell rang above the background noise of the song, and you pulled your headphones out. You saw, although you had to squint to make it out, a stout, old man make his way across the room before he stood in front of his chalk board. This uni was so outdated. Glad to see they used the tuition reasonably. “Good morning, whipper snappers! I’m your history professor, Dr. Adams. Only Dr. Adams. Not John, not Doc, not Good Ol’ Johnny A. Strictly Mr. Adams!” He had a low, hoarse voice as he shouted, and you winced. That was… less than enjoyable. “For those of you that heard it’s an easy A in here, you heard wrong. I expect your best in this class. I have a few ground rules…” he paused as he looked around the room, scanning the crowd, and you slumped down in your seat, seeking refuge from his searching eyes. “One, do not sleep in my class. I do not go into your bedroom and shout lectures at you, so do not come to my class and snore. Two, show up on time or don’t show up at all. Tardiness is distracting and rude. If you don’t want to be here that bad, then just don’t come.” It was official. You did not like Dr. Adams. No, in fact, you already resented the man. “Three, this is not gossip hour. If I am speaking, you are listening. Your parents did not spend thousands of dollars so that you could show up late, snore through half the class, and gossip for the rest.” You rolled your eyes and stopped listening to him. Like I mentioned, authority issues. This guy was such a hard ass. Who pissed in his cereal this morning? And you were actually offended that he assumed you were all born with silver spoons in our mouths. Not all of you had precious daddies to pay for college. Not all of you were born rich. You were torn from your internal scowling by the slamming of a door behind you, and the room shuffled as all eyes turned. A man, about twenty-two, strode in. He was tall in stature, his curly, unruly hair pulled back into a bun, and his skin glowed. He had a shy smile on his face as he quickly walked towards you, his eyes set on the empty seats by you. Please no. Not your safe haven. “Mister…?” Dr. Adams trailed off, distaste in his voice as he stared at the man. “Ah, Lafayette. Sorry I’m late! The office-” the man began, a slight French accent to his tone. Dr. Adams rudely interrupted, dismissing any excuse the man had. “You know the phrase ‘better late than never,’ Mr. Lafayette? In this class, never is always better,” the old man’s voice was full of chaste as he glared at Lafayette. He waited for a response, and when he got none, he turned on his heel and approached his desk. Lafayette quickly scampered to the chair next to you and dumped his bag in the empty seat next to him. You cringed away, annoyed. “What a jerk!” He whispered to you, mischief twinkling in his eyes, before he leaned over and pulled a notebook from his messenger bag. You didn’t say anything; you just stared at your paw print notepad. Dr. Adams began to drone in the background, but you weren’t paying attention. You weren’t feeling it today. Your focus was elsewhere. You glanced over at the bronzed, radiant skin of your neighbor. His fingers gripped a fountain pen as he wrote notes in elegant, blue cursive across a gridded page. His tongue poked from his mouth in concentration, and every now and then, he would glance up at the professor, who was furiously scribbling away on the board in messy lines similar to chicken scrawl. Lafayette glanced up at you to catch you staring and grinned, which caused you to turn crimson and quickly turn away. You bit your lip in disdain as the clock slowly ticked on the wall, counting down the seconds, minutes, hours, that you’d be confined to this dungeon of a class. At some point in the middle of Dr. Adams shouting about Britain, the phone rang. He muttered something before he turned and answered it. He said a few words. Shortly after, he covered the receiver and barked out permission to converse quietly. Then he went back to his conversation. Mr. Lafayette looked up from his notes and gave you a small smile. “I heard that Adams was an asshole, but I never imagined he would be this bad!” You nodded in agreement, not meeting his eye. You weren’t sure why he was talking to you. After a long pause, he spoke again, “I’m Marquis de Lafayette, but mes amis call me Lafayette… it’s a pleasure to meet you, mademoiselle…?” You glanced up at him as he stared at you expectantly, his French still dancing across your mind, “Uhh…” was all you got out as you stared at him stupidly. “Y/N” Thank God. You managed to form a sentence. We’re going places. “Ahh, that’s nice. So why are you here, y/N?” His accent made your name sound so erotic, and you felt your lips twitch in a smile. “To get a degree in psychology… or writing… or music… I don’t know… how about you?” How were you doing this? How were you managing to actually carry a conversation with him? Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re you. You’re dazzling. “Ahh, the American experience? I’m actually planning on being a doctor eventually!” His face lit up at the mention of his dream, and his smile was contagious. “I can’t wait to help people! I want to be the good in the world!” You stared at him in awe as he went on, the occasional French slipping into his speech as he got more excited. The faster he talked about his dreams, the heavier his accent got until he was rambling in full French, and all you could do was watch in wonderment. Amazing. You picked up on a few phrases that brought forth your vague understanding from French III back in high school such as “mon père”, “m'aide”, “j'espère”, and the occasional “mes amis” or “mademoiselle”. Other than that, his accent was so thick, and your French was so incompetent, you had no idea, whatsoever, as to what he was talking about. Luckily, the bell finally rang, interrupting his spew of French, and he paused for breath. He gave you another grin as he brushed some curls out of his face. “Ahh, au revoir, Y/N, à tout à l'heure!” He stood up and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder, then he turned and began to leave. Before you could stop yourself, you called back, “Salut!” Which was basically the only French you remembered aside from the occasional “oui, oui, baguettes.” Lafayette paused before he looked over his shoulder at you with wide eyes. A full blown grin contorted his face before he waved and was ushered from the room by the crowd. Perhaps that small “salut” you called out was the real atom that started it all.

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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1683 TW: snarky sass and a grumpy, old man

I guess I could say that the meaningless act that started it all was when my parents decided to bareback it into the night, and I was mistakingly (and regrettably) conceived. This began my ever so casual, uneventful, dreadfully boring existence. My life consisted of mistake built after consecutive mistake; atoms on top of atoms until it formed a huge, complex mistake known as myself. However, by some act of God, I miraculously managed to make it through high school. It took a lot of tears, lies, and countless bullshitted assignments, but I made it. Considering I had major authority issues and crippling depression, my accomplishment still boggles my mind. The most surprising part of it all, however, was the fact that I somehow had managed to get myself into college. All of my mistakes had snowballed on a slippery slope into this. So there I was, standing at the gates of this new Mt Bullshit, and I was ready to climb it. I had my grappling hook of manipulative tears, my safety harness of reliable mental illness to fall back on, and the determination of a scorned liberal. I could do this. On the downside, in the literal sense of what I had on me was a pencil and a notepad shaped like a paw print. I was not prepared for college. This, to me, was a major accomplishment considering that I had also remembered to put pants on this morning. When I first went into the enormous lecture room of the reasonably priced, ninety-four percent acceptance rate university, I was overwhelmed. I wasn’t used to classes this large. The room was already considerably full with a full roar of chatter. I also noticed how out of place I was next to the kids who were actually prepared for class. Some even had text books and laptops. Joke’s on them; I have depression! I scanned the room for an open chair in a quiet corner, and to my orgasmic delight, there was an empty row in the back, shadowed out by the awkward angles of the lecture hall. I quickly made my way to my safe haven and sat down. I pulled out my phone and slid my headphones in, glad I remembered the items that actually mattered. I began to listen to my song of the week, my most recent obsession, “Cecelia and the Satellite.” I stared at my paw print notepad I had gotten on clearance and smiled to myself. I loved cats so much. Just then, the bell rang above the background noise of the song, and I pulled my headphones out. I saw, although I had to squint to make it out, a stout, old man make his way across the room before he stood in front of his chalk board. This uni was so outdated. Glad to see they used the tuition reasonably. “Good morning, whipper snappers! I’m your history professor, Dr. Adams. Only Dr. Adams. Not John, not Doc, not Good Ol’ Johnny A. Strictly Mr. Adams!” He had a low, hoarse voice as he shouted, and I winced. That was… less than enjoyable. “For those of you that heard it’s an easy A in here, you heard wrong. I expect your best in this class. I have a few ground rules…” he paused as he looked around the room, scanning the crowd, and I slumped down in my seat, seeking refuge from his searching eyes. “One, do not sleep in my class. I do not go into your bedroom and shout lectures at you, so do not come to my class and snore. Two, show up on time or don’t show up at all. Tardiness is distracting and rude. If you don’t want to be here that bad, then just don’t come.” It was official. I did not like Dr. Adams. No, in fact, I already resented the man. “Three, this is not gossip hour. If I am speaking, you are listening. Your parents did not spend thousands of dollars so that you could show up late, snore through half the class, and gossip for the rest.” I rolled my eyes and stopped listening to him. Like I mentioned, authority issues. This guy was such a hard ass. Who pissed in his cereal this morning? And I was actually offended that he assumed we were all born with silver spoons in our mouths. Not all of us had precious daddies to pay for college. Not all of us were born rich. I was torn from my internal scowling by the slamming of a door behind me, and the room shuffled as all eyes turned. A man, about twenty-two, strode in. He was tall in stature, his curly, unruly hair pulled back into a bun, and his skin glowed. He had a shy smile on his face as he quickly walked towards me, his eyes set on the empty seats by me. Please no. Not my safe haven. “Mister…?” Dr. Adams trailed off, distaste in his voice as he stared at the man. “Ah, Lafayette. Sorry I’m late! The office-” the man began, a slight French accent to his tone. Dr. Adams rudely interrupted, dismissing any excuse the man had. “You know the phrase ‘better late than never,’ Mr. Lafayette? In this class, never is always better,” the old man’s voice was full of chaste as he glared at Lafayette. He waited for a response, and when he got none, he turned on his heel and approached his desk. Lafayette quickly scampered to the chair next to me and dumped his bag in the empty seat next to him. I cringed away, annoyed. “What a jerk!” He whispered to me, mischief twinkling in his eyes, before he leaned over and pulled a notebook from his messenger bag. I didn’t say anything; I just stared at my paw print notepad. Dr. Adams began to drone in the background, but I wasn’t paying attention. I wasn’t feeling it today. My focus was elsewhere. I glanced over at the bronzed, radiant skin of my neighbor. His fingers gripped a fountain pen as he wrote notes in elegant, blue cursive across a gridded page. His tongue poked from his mouth in concentration, and every now and then, he would glance up at the professor, who was furiously scribbling away on the board in messy lines similar to chicken scrawl. Lafayette glanced up at me to catch me staring and grinned, which caused me to turn crimson and quickly turn away. I bit my lip in disdain as the clock slowly ticked on the wall, counting down the seconds, minutes, hours, that I’d be confined to this dungeon of a class. At some point in the middle of Dr. Adams shouting about Britain, the phone rang. He muttered something before he turned and answered it. He said a few words. Shortly after, he covered the receiver and barked out permission to converse quietly. Then he went back to his conversation. Mr. Lafayette looked up from his notes and gave me a small smile. “I heard that Adams was an asshole, but I never imagined he would be this bad!” I nodded in agreement, not meeting his eye. I wasn’t sure why he was talking to me. After a long pause, he spoke again, “I’m Marquis de Lafayette, but mes amis call me Lafayette… it’s a pleasure to meet you, mademoiselle…?” I glanced up at him as he stared at me expectantly, his French still dancing across my mind, “Uhh…” was all I got out as I stared at him stupidly. “Rayne. Jayden Rayne” Thank God. I managed to form a sentence. We’re going places. “Ahh, that’s nice. So why are you here, Jayden?” His accent made my name sound so erotic, and I felt my lips twitch in a smile. “To get a degree in psychology… or writing… or music… I don’t know… how about you?” How was I doing this? How was I managing to actually carry a conversation with him? Oh yeah, I forgot, I’m me. I’m dazzling. “Ahh, the American experience? I’m actually planning on being a doctor eventually!” His face lit up at the mention of his dream, and his smile was contagious. “I can’t wait to help people! I want to be the good in the world!” I stared at him in awe as he went on, the occasional French slipping into his speech as he got more excited. The faster he talked about his dreams, the heavier his accent got until he was rambling in full French, and all I could do was watch in wonderment. Amazing. I picked up on a few phrases that brought forth my vague understanding from French III back in high school such as “mon père”, “m'aide”, “j'espère”, and the occasional “mes amis” or “mademoiselle”. Other than that, his accent was so thick, and my French was so incompetent, I had no idea, whatsoever, as to what he was talking about. Luckily, the bell finally rang, interrupting his spew of French, and he paused for breath. He gave me another grin as he brushed some curls out of his face. “Ahh, au revoir, Jayden, à tout à l'heure!” He stood up and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder, then he turned and began to leave. Before I could stop myself, I called back, “Salut!” Which was basically the only French I remembered aside from the occasional “oui, oui, baguettes.” Lafayette paused before he looked over his shoulder at me with wide eyes. A full blown grin contorted his face before he waved and was ushered from the room by the crowd. Perhaps that small “salut” I called out was the real atom that started it all.

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