#oh god i wish i could edit my tags at the start to clarify what i mean. but god i dont wanna rewrite this

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YO MANU THIS FINALLY CAME THROUGH I'LL LIKE READ AND DO COMMENTARY AND EDIT THIS LATER BUT I WANTED TO POST IT WHILE I HAD IT!!!!

Bless, tumblr finally working for you.

Anyway, here's the post from @delirious-and-slightly-murderous

So seeing as Tumblr hates me, I'm trying this darling, hope it reaches you.

So just read rat king.

[You should all totally read rat king if you haven't yet, it's fun I promise :) But also read Manu's commentary on it!!]

Tuuli I hope you know I love you and completely adore you and I am in awe of you but right now I HATE YOU. 

You broke me AGAIN. And I was just mending myself.

This was great and beautiful and fantastic and completely awful and the worst thing I've ever seen in my life. 

I'm crying.

So now I'm going to make a habit of coming to scream at you on tumblr every time you post something. 

You already know how I feel about your characterization and Andrés' POV and the angst. So there, it applies here too.

Here we go you awful and magnificent goddess.

“Martín,” Sergio clarified, moving up his glasses, the prescription of which was much too weak for his continuously worsening eyesight, “I think you should stop sleeping with him: Yes, Segio and his judgement. That couldn't not be there. But Andrés and Martín are sleeping together? I know this is going to hurt.

Martín was a constant in his life, something carried over from before. Martín? Martín wasn’t a problem; Martín was the only one thing that was good: at least here he appreciates him. Thank god.

Before, he would have found some entirely healthier way of loving his soulmate. Maybe they would have even had an old-world relationship, eventually. Andrés felt like he might have liked that, once. He knew Martín would have loved it: 😭 I want this for them and it hurts that it's simply not going to happen. I'm afraid of the MCD tag, Tuuliiiiiiiiiiii! Who did you kill, you murderous genius?

Andrés needed Martín, desperately. Too desperately to love him the way he should have: I'm going to die. He could at least try but nooooo, god forbid the day Andrés de Fonollosa makes things simple for anyone.

Andrés could see the way orgasms had loosened some of the tensions that so often gripped his body, and he hoped Sergio could too.😏

 If Andrés had to choose only one, he would have certainly chosen— : repressed asshole. I hope that was going to end with the word Martín. Why are you even getting married? What's even the point. But I see Andrés will continue to be emotionally stunted even when the world is ending.

Martín and Sergio had gotten along well, before. Andrés could remember so many pleasant evenings, just the three of them and a bottle of wine. But ever since they had to move to this base, the tensions had been palpable. They were both desperately trying to keep them alive, but were constantly disagreeing on the how: I'm starting to like Sergio more than Andrés here, how is that possible? How? See what you do Tuuli?

He turned around at the doorway and left the room, because he had no doubts about it: they would listen to him: Andresito, you are being too egocentric, this is not going to end well, for anyone.

Andrés understood just enough to know he was proud.: I don't know how to feel about this Andrés. I can't.

Andrés always tried not to take the slights of this brave new world personally – it was cruel, but they all had to endure loss of unspeakable magnitude – but this? Having to choose between his Martín and his brother?: Oh no, Oh no, NO. This isn't fair. Why do I get the terrible feeling we already know who he's going to choose? Please DON'T do this.

Andrés knew with unwavering certainty that either one of them would be willing to do it, and that they would consider it a great big favour to Andrés, and not the horrifying curse it truly was. He was the one who would have to pay the ultimate price, and live, knowing how much it had cost: Everything always has to be about you, doesn't it Andrés. You fucking deserve it.

Andrés could appreciate such a malleable room, because it reminded him of Martín, who always became what Andrés needed him to be.😡😭💔

Martín had never cared about plants, before. Actually, he seemed to have held a certain disdain for them. He had always said they were stupid and lifeless. Now he was looking at these ones, their lifeline, and he was filled with reverence and sorrow. If Andrés could have given him one thing, he would have liked to return to him his complete disregard for flora, and all the things it had since then come to imply: This hurts, and not only for obvious reasons. But nature? Fuck right in the feels.

Martín was entirely too pretty to look like this. They hadn’t even been having sex, because suddenly Martín looked like his eternally calcium-deficient bones might now break from the strain. Pretty Martín yeah! And you are a genius. Now this is my official headcanon as to why Martín drinks milk, he has fragile bones, the poor baby.

The weird walking corpse at the table smiled, and it almost made him resemble Martín.: He's already halfway dead. The MCD tag is him isn't it? I hate you Tuuli.

Andrés had to remind himself that he was lucky to have this. He may have had so many better things, before, but now he had this, and that was good. They had it better than most, him and Martín, for they had each other. Andrés still had his brother, and now he would have his wife, too. He was lucky: Not for long, buddy. And you deserve it. Poor Sergio I normally hate him but gosh.

“No,” Andrés said without waiting for a single beat, because he couldn’t let Sergio think he considered it. Even though he almost— “No, I don’t. I want you two, both of you, to figure out a way. A different way.”: He loves them both and he accepts it? Why does the world have to be ending.

Andrés tried not to think too much about Martín from before, but sometimes he did anyway. That night, as he wrapped his arms around Martín’s pathetic, weak and shivering frame, he thought about his true soulmate, the one this body had once belonged to.: Now I understand Martín sacrificing himself is the only way. He's already dead. And because of Andrés no less. How tragic.

Andrés had never said it back.

That night, he didn’t say it back.: Now Martín is going to die and it'll be horrible isn't it? Tuuli I want to murder you.

I’m so sorry, Andrés,” Sergio said quietly, slowly reaching out a hand to touch his shoulder.

Andrés recoiled from it, sharply. “No,” he snapped, “No. We are all going to die. Say those words, Sergio. We are all going to die.” He had made his peace with death long ago. There were worse things, many things so much more horrifying—

“We are not all going to die,” Sergio said, “The generator—” His words were cut off by Andrés’s hand on his throat, squeezing.: You are the king of denial, bad decision, being stupid, emotionaly stunned and not appreciating your soulmate enough Andrés. You deserve all the pain.

“He doesn’t deserve that,” Andrés said, his voice breaking again as he thought of it, Martín’s body, his corpse, frozen and preserved like that for as long as they would live. Martín, out there, while Andrés was in here, unable to ever go and give him even a proper burial. He had always been able to give Martín so little, and in death he would fail him yet again: I really have no words for this. But Martín being forever preserved out there and Andrés knowing that and not being able to mourn him. That is genius and it hurts and it's the perfect ending for them.

Andrés had never told him. Not once. How could he be certain that Martín had known? How could he insist that Martín, the brightest of them all, had known, when Andrés had never told him? Martín operated in words – how could Andrés have forced him to read his love in a language he didn’t even speak?: Now you confront your feelings too late, like always you repressed asshole. You deserve all the pain.

God, he wished Martín hadn’t been so bright. That he had been an idiot, dim-witted and slow like the rest of them.

Then the two of them would have let all of humanity perish.: You already murdered me with 'stay a while' and now this. Tuuli I'm coming back as a vengeful ghost and haunting your perfect ass.

So yeah, I don't have words but that's what I could spit out.

And Tuuli, you know the thing I showed you about the spider? Well when I finished reading this I was crying and wailing. My professor came running because he thought it was another spider or something even worse like a serpent.

When he asked what was going on I was in such a state I could only say 'rat' like a dumbass. 

RAT.

Like seriously? And when he asked again I said Rat king fic and pointed vaguely to my phone. 

He thought I was talking about an actual rat.

So imagine this. We are there, at night (in Costa Rica nightfall is around 6:00pm all year round, so now it's 9:00pm and here in the tropical rainforest it gets Dark), camping in the middle of nowhere in the wild with a tropical storm falling over our heads and I start crying about Rats. 

Congratulations Tuuli, you put me in such a state that I managed to send the whole of 9 biologists into a frenzy, frantically checking out the tents over an imaginary giant rat. 

It was literally terror in the jungle. 

I wanted the earth to shallow me. I didn't know how to explain that all that circus was because of a fucking fic.

I think now I no longer have satelital internet rights.

I hate you.

(P.S: But don't worry I still absolutely adore you, even if now I am the laughing stock of my fellows 🥰😘♥️)

Here have my friend the spider to show how I'm feeling.

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So I’ve watched (partially) leaked episodes of American Gods and there is no way I’m not gonna post about it.

Clear and explicit spoilers are under the cut, so read away at your own risk.

YOU’VE BEEN WARNED.

This is going to be mainly about the one and only, my love #1 Mad Sweeney.

Before I get down to business, I have to make some points clear.

1. In my opinion, AG is one of the BEST shows to grace our screens in many many long years, because:

It’s based on Neil Gaiman novel.

Storytelling is compelling.

Have you seen the editing? The lights and colors? The camera work?! This shit is AMAZING. There are few things I like more about the shows than good editing and visual aesthetics. And this right here? It’s pure pleasure.

The casting and acting is mind-blowing.

2. I know better than fixate on only one character, because the whole plot, the story in general is so much more than fate of one character (even if they’re the lead).

With that being stated in advance, I would like to clarify that AG is a complex story created through crossing paths of many different characters. It’s not about Mr. Wednesday, it’s not even about Shadow Moon and it’s sure as hell is not about Mad Sweeney.

But the latest was the reason why I was renewing AG and his tags this whole fucking week. So when THREE episodes (INCLUDED the one dedicated to Sweeney) were leaked in my country at three in the morning, I, tired from work and lack of sleep, naturally decided to give middle finger to my master’s thesis and watch them.

Unfortunately, I am no god and have basic human needs, so I’ve only watched parts regarding Sweeney, but I’m sure as hell watching whole episodes later.

And finally to the points:

Episode 2x05.

Sweeney thinking at first that Laura was an angel made me laugh so hard.

She was so fucking jealous of him, when he was flirting with this blonde girl! And then he looked right at Laura!!! He knew what he was doing and it was working!

He was so fucking jealous when this voodoo couple started to get sexy with Laura! Oh how he didn’t like it!

Let me tell you, this scene made me hot all over. He’s savage, huge and built like a brick wall. I’d climb this fine piece of fairy-godlike king any day any time.

At first I was disappointed because ‘THE HELL! So it was JUST the Horde and Sweeney’s deepest desires?! They’re gonna go and fuck different people’. I’d ideally prefer them to fuck each other, at the lack of better option this happening in an orgy, but to become swingers without actually having sex even once? C’mon guys! But my fears were in vain, eventually everything happened the way it should have happened.

Laura is so smol and Sweeney is HUGE. They’re outing my (enormous) size kink / height/built difference kink.

This scene was what I was anticipating since midseason 1 and I FINALLY GOT IT GODDAMIT!

First few seconds of ‘the morning after’ were just too damn hilarious.

Sweeney is not good at dealing with his shit, but Laura confirmed that she is way way worse. She didn’t know how to deal with him, this situation and her (or his for this matter) feelings anymore. So she fled and hurt my ginger giant bb in the process.

Episode 2x06.

There is no Laura or Sweeney in this one, so I skipped through it in like 5 min and understood next to nothing.

HOWEVER! This ep. featured my beautiful love #2 Tech Boy (a sight for sore eyes). In one of his recent interviews Bruce said that Tech Boy is a God of Technology, but technology can be many things. Like for our ancestors a sharp stone fixated on the end of the stick was already a technology. So maybe Tech Boy’s purpose is to renovate and update himself in accordance with the change of times. Maybe ithat’s what let him pass as the “New God”, when in reality he might be one of the oldest of the “Old Gods”. It’s an interesting theory and a glimpse of it is shown in ep. 6 through Tech Boy and Wednesday’s (!!!) common history, but in order to understand it I had to watch it, and now I have to prioritize and simply don’t have time for that. Though, my beautiful Tech Boy, I’m glad that you can show up at the most of unexpected of times and give me feels, when there’s not even one Sweeney within a mile.

Episode 2x07.

WHERE TO BEGIN!

In order to write this AND get some sleep I had to skip some parts of Sweeney’s story too, so please forgive me for any misunderstandings.

Of course I read all the theories based on what was in the book and how it correlated with the story in the show now. I was impatiently waiting and dreading this episode at the same time.

This ep. Sweeney was all about destruction and madness. More so than usual. He was unhinged and I loved him about it.

So much self-loathing. It was so brilliant I couldn’t watch it.

The fact that Sweeney couldn’t remember his own story was just plainly terrifying. When people loose faith in you and forget you it’s one thing. But when you loose faith in yourself so much that you can’t remember who you are anymore is depressing and legitimately scary.

He must have been freaking out of his fucking mind cause of constantly seeing Banshees. He might have told Shadow not to interfere, but he instantly knew that this time these women were crying for him.

I was happy to see that once, long long time ago he was loved. He knew what true happiness was. Even if we had to watch him fall so far (NOT HIS FAULT BY THE WAY).

I loved every single verbal drop about Sweeney caring for (possibility being nuts deep in love with) Laura:

How he couldn’t get it up for hot redheaded voodoo queen until she called him out on it.

How he was broken and laughing madly under this bridge about Laura leaving him AGAIN.

I hate Wednesday guts, but he saw right through Sweeney with this one eye of his. ‘She fucked you, broke your heart and left you’. Cruel, but hit too close to home.

Conversation with Salim. Sweeney: ‘It’s his fight, not yours. You don’t have to die. Just go and leave it all behind’. Salim: ‘No, I’m staying with him’. ‘Why?’ ‘I guess it’s what love is’. ‘Would he have done the same for you if the roles were reversed? What if someone ordered him to kill you? Would he have done that [while loving you]?’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Ugh, nothing. Forget it’. Like come on!!! This conversation takes place RIGHT AFTER Wednesday orders Sweeney to “finish his job” and kill Laura for good. Sweeney and Salim are talking about love and loved ones and what they would/wouldn’t have done for them! Sweeney’s implying Laura and love in one sentence! It’s the most explicit articulate closest to confession thing that we got from Sweeney aside from multiple defensive Fuck you’s said to different people and longing glances when she isn’t looking.

Little side note: Salim might be the sweetest person in the world but I wanted to punch him in the face so hard, when he said that it’s pointless to explain the concept of love to someone who’s never felt it. I know that Sweeney was never nice to him, but it’s rich coming from human to go and assume something about a creature that’s walked this Earth for centuries. You don’t know him well enough. So, please, kindly shut up.

(8) The bloodbath scene from times when Sweeney was a god once was just poetic cinema. I was SO looking forward to it when the trailer came out. Barbaric, savage, courageous, spear-throwing, ripping-out-throats-with-bare-teeth, crushing-skulls-with-bare-hands. Just the way I like them👌

(9) Sweeney with ass long red mane dressed in next to nothing but blue paint is the image that burnt into my mind and the reason I was living for.

(10) They fucking did it. They killed him. THEY BROKE ME.

Regarding Sweeney’s death I have QUITE A LOT OF THINGS TO SAY:

I knew it was coming but still hoped they wouldn’t go through with it. As much as it hurts, I respect this decision. Sometimes you have to do what you have to do and cut the cord. Sweeney’s death was in the book. It’s what was necessary for the story to move forward (see point 2 at the beginning of the post). It’s better this way than for his character to be dragged around the story just for fan service (as much as it pains me to admit it, BECAUSE I WANT THIS FAN SERVICE GODDAMIT!).

As far as I know in the book Shadow was indirectly involved in Sweeney’s death. It was honestly the redhead’s fault only. The way he went out was pathetic, so I’m glad that they changed it according with the development of tv character.

Shadow. You fucking gave your word. Not. To. Interfere. Fine, I get it, you’re Wednesday’s man, you have to protect him (even after Sweeney reveled the whole truth, seriously, Shadow?!), BUT DON’T GO POKE AT PEOPLE WITH A GIGANTIC POINTY STICK IF YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO ISE IT!!! I know it was an accident, he didn’t truly MEAN it, but maybe it even makes it worse.

This ‘I’m sorry’, I can’t even discuss it. Sorry doesn’t fucking cut it, Shadow!!!

I know that people say that Shadow’s speech at Sweeney’s wake is a beautiful part of the book, but with the way things turned out in the show, I don’t think that Shadow deserves to make this speech.

Sweeney, my bb went out like a fucking champ. Ruining old fart’s plans and taking the spear somewhere he can never reach it anymore. My hero ❤️ I hope Wednesday didn’t foresee it and it wasn’t another grand part of his plans. I want Sweeney to fuck him up good. He died because he didn’t want to be Wednesday’s bitch and I wouldn’t want him to be that especially in his death.

I wish Laura could see it with her own eyes. The last big FUCK YOU from Mad Sweeney.

In conclusion:

Mad Sweeney was barely on Old Gods’ side, I bet he would have gone minding his own business if it wasn’t for Wednesday’s debt.

With Sweeney gone now, fuck the Old Gods, I’m going to the New Gods’ side.

But at the same time Tech Boy is “deleted” or “fired” or whatever.

So basically now, I don’t really give a shit who wins now and who loses. They can kill each other until no one’s left, for all I care.

AG is still great and moving forward.

I’m still interested in the story, but I can’t bring myself to be invested anymore.

SIDE NOTES:

I know better than to hope, but I need a reaction out of Laura regarding Sweeney’s death.

It’ll probably never happen, but I hope Laura will crush Shadow’s nuts.

And spears Mr. Wednesday.

I wonder how Laura’s undead state will be affected now with Sweeney and his horde and his magic gone. Will his lucky coin work the same?

Laura is capable of surviving and protecting herself. She needs no one to do that for her. But Sweeney was ready to run to her, do anything for her as soon as she snapped her fingers. How much will it affect her? Will she appreciate him now?

I might have had some other notes, but I’ve tried for 2,5 hours to carefully and logically arrange this post without insulting any character TOO MUCH and now my brain’s exploding.

Please, feel free to talk to me about the FEELS, because I’m heartbroken and don’t know how to deal with it.

#american gods #mad sweeney #buile suibhne #the leprechaun #tech boy #spoiler

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Art and commissions!

Hey guys! It’s @superwhoavengelock-etc​ here. This was just a random side blog I made, but @logic-glue​ convinced me to start up a commission thing. I’d use paypal for payments, and figure out a delivery system with whomever wants to order. 

 I hope you don’t think prices are outrageous, because what I use to paint can get expensive. 

So quick pencil sketches, under 8x11 inches, would range from 5 to 10 US dollars, dependent on size and intricacy. A simple portrait such as below would be like, 5 US dollars because of detail and time. 

And 8x11 inches Pencil Work would cost more than 10, depending on intricacy and detail, a pen piece of that size or colored could start at around 15. For example, a piece like crosshatching, like below, I’d do for 20, due to time and detail, as well as the pens used (They were actually really expensive, god they’re pens, wtf market?)

Of course, you decide what you want. Colored pencil work would more than likely be 20 US Dollars as well, as more time goes into it, but colored pencils are usually cheaper. 

Now this is where I’m a bit nervous. 

I’m very open minded on art, but I will not due charcoal, chalk, or oil. All of which are incredibly expensive here and very messy. However, I like to think I’m very good with watercolor. I’ve posted here before, and I’ve done water color the most. However, the paints are expensive. The ones I currently own were Christmas Gifts and were on sale, but still expensive. As such, a Base colored water color (No real detail and shadowing) at 8x11 Inches I’d like to start out at 25. I thought about 30, but that seems to high, considering I’m not popular or super incredibly talented. I’m willing to do an exchange for some shameless promoting maybe? 

To elaborate, I perfectly willing to do animals, humans, fandoms (please clarify, because I there is a strong chance I don’t know the fandom. I’m a Marvel, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Harry Potter, Warcraft, Star Wars, DC persons, along with a couple Animes like Fairy Tail and Soul Eater. I might know it, I might not) SFW work with have a 97% chance of being agreed to unless the content is something I don't know (like a fandom). As for NSFW work, I mean, I’m uh, okay I guess with nudity, but sexual content is not something I will do. I mean, if female presenting nipples are asked for, okay. A Man’s dick, eh, I’ll try and be a bit embarrassed. Sex, no. Sorry. Oh, and no fucking pedophilia. I know you all aren’t like that, but “Minor Attracted Person” is another way of saying “I’m a sick fuck” (I mean people out of your age range, if your 18 dating 16 17 whatever, but under 13 14 is *shudders* even 15 is stretching it for an 18 year old. it isn’t the gap, it’s the age guys) Incestuous content is a firm No, even if it’s SFW. Sorry not Sorry guys. 

If you a monster lover, that’s cool, just remember the above. I think that’s it there, sorry if I ranted a bit.

Back on track, anything bigger than 8x11 inches would be 30 dollars at base color, maybe more depending on size. I’d put pricing higher for more detailed and shadowed paintings.

And intricate background would maybe raise that price as well.

Despite how often I do it, I prefer water coloring to Digital Art. If someone wants a digital piece, I think we can talk about it. 

Specialized Pieces, like Scratch art such as below would have a specialized price dependent on content. Scratch paper is expensive Lol.

As for the water color paintings, several examples are below, you may have seen some of them. Please understand, if you would like the shinier look, metallic paints are expensive. I might keep the same price but *shrugs*. 

The above image is 10 1/2 inches by 14 inches, made with watercolor and metallic water based paints, outline in sharpie. In total, this took me almost ten hours to complete. The intended image is an almost tribal/forest wolf, transitioned into flowers, each with a significant meaning. 

This image is 11 inches by 14 inches, with loose water color. It is outlined in sharpie. Line art is in the back, and perhaps took me longer than the other image to complete. Before anyone comments, sometimes my style shifts without me realizing it.

Pardon the light glare, my fan was overhead. This is a personalized image made for someone’s birthday. The above image uses loose water color and the metallic water color, as well as a white marker and light sharpie to highlight certain features and took me perhaps seven total hours to perfect. 

This is an image I have posted before on my main blog @superwhoavengelock-etc, and there was some editing to make the image brighter due to the darker light of the room so as to extenuate the metallic shine to the wings. This was made with watercolor and the same metallic paints in the wings, halo, and moon in the back. I did use black paint to highlight some lining in the wings, and sharpie for finer lines. If you do not wish to have lining (as in outlining or even small lines to emphasize certain features, please tell me. I usually do one or the other, dependent on which makes it look better) The watermark was made when my main was called SabrielTrash ignore me I’m weird.

I really hope you guys are okay with commissioning me here. I swear to uphold confidentiality and other private conversations or information during our dealings/contracts or whatever they are. @logic-glue shared with me this (please note this is a chklist and guide, not an actual binding contract) helpful PDF to solidify things.

But, yeah. I hope you all take a look and decided what you want. I started this to help my mother pay for my college in the future, and other expensives. I’m not saying this for pity or guilt tripping, because I have wanted to do this, but @logic-glue and our financial situation convinced me to push forward. Payment would be done through PayPal.

Many Thanks! Fandoms I am comfortable with are down below in the tags after the first three!

#art #commissions #paypal #ouat #once upon a time #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #dc universe #lucifer fox tv #fairy tail #soul eater #doctor who #sherlock #supernatural #superwholock #harry potter #world of warcraft #star wars #swtor #the magicians

[foxykey]

Imagine: Namjoon Losing His Sister in a Crowd and Yoongi Finding Her

requested by anon

Namjoon loved when the book fair came to town, so it wasn’t a chore when his younger sister begged him to take her. Okmi was only six, but she worshipped her big brother and wanted to be just like him. Namjoon loved reading and so Okmi loved reading. Namjoon loved music, so did Okmi. Namjoon scribble poems and lyrics and verses and so Okmi would bring him scraps of paper with crudely written phrases for him to celebrate wholeheartedly.

The book fair was a sprawling array of open air stalls and displays, not restricted to literature alone.

It was packed that Sunday, people flooding the wide streets and wandering from stall to stall. Namjoon made sure to keep a tight grip on his sister’s hand as they walked.

Which was why when he looked around from perusing through a stack of old books and found that he was alone, panic gripped his heart.

“Okmi?” he called, searching for her through the crowd. “Okmi-ah! Okmi-ah! Oh my god… Okmi! Excuse me,” Namjoon called to the stall owner, “Have you seen my little sister? She’s six years old, about this tall, and she was wearing a blue sweater? She was just with me and I can’t find her.”

The kindly old lady stood, worry etched on her face and began scanning. “No, I’m sorry, I just came back to the front now. Maybe you should check with the information desk at the front of the grounds, they have security up there as well.”

“Thank you,” Namjoon panted absentmindedly, turning to rush through the stall one more time.

When he didn’t find Okmi, he headed towards the next stall over, but no luck.

“Okmi… Okmi!”

Yoongi was headed back to his tiny stall when he heard the distinct sounds of crying. It wasn’t just any cry, it was the sounds of a desolate child, sobbing hopelessly. Peering behind the rows of white canvas, he spotted the culprit huddled near the tent just beside his own.

She was young and obviously lost. Glancing around for any sign of an adult that could belong to her, Yoongi approached slowly.

“Hello?” he called, bending to try and catch her eye. “Are you lost, kid?”

The child started at his voice and huddled closer to the wall, half hiding behind it. Yoongi held up his hands as if to show he meant no harm. Her big, watery eyes looked him over, assessing, and he suddenly wished he didn’t have dyed platinum hair or a leather jacket or quite so many intimidating earrings. He must look exactly like a threat to her. He straightened and respectfully stayed several feet away, giving her space.

“It’s okay, I just want to help if you’re lost,” he told her. She sniffled, but stayed put, eyes still focused on him sharply. He patted his chest where his fair ID hung on a cord around his neck. “I’m Yoongi. I work here, see?”

The little girl sniffled once more and then slowly shuffled two steps out from behind the canvas tent. She wiped her nose on her sleeve; a very childish and endearing gesture. Yoongi smiled. She swallowed before speaking up.

“I’m Kim Okmi,” she began, a warble in her voice.

“Hi,” Yoongi replied, smile widening and giving her a short wave. “It’s nice to meet you.” Okmi hesitated and then gave a polite bow. Yoongi tried to stifle a charmed laugh at her ingrained politeness. He bowed back, trying to make her as comfortable with him as possible. “Wanna tell me what happened?”

Kim Okmi slid just a bit closer to him, chewing her cheek. “I can’t find my big brother.”

“That’s who you came with?” A sad nod. “Where was the last time you saw him?”

She shrugged desperately, lip trembling as tears threatened to burst again. “I don’t know,” she warbled.

“You don’t remember where?”

“Nuh uh.”

“Okay, do you remember what happened? How did you get lost?”

“I saw a doggie,” a miserable sniff, “and I wanted to pet it and say hi,” a short sob, “so I followed it, but then I didn’t see oppa anymore.”

Yoongi risked stepping towards her as she broke out crying again, frantically wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands. He bent to be level with her and put a hand he hoped was comforting on her.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he shushed. “You’re okay, kid. I promise I’ll help you find your brother, okay?”

“Okay,” Okmi whined, choking back her tears.

“Okay. Do you… hmm.” He paused, trying to figure out how to riddle out her whereabouts when she got lost. “What was your brother doing the last time you saw him?”

“Oppa was looking at old books, like the kind in a castle that are fancy. They were heavy.”

It took him a moment before he realized that she was referring to older looking, leather bound novels and he gave a short laugh. It wasn’t much help, a lot of stalls sold classics and special editions bound in ornate leather and things. Yoongi straightened and looked around for a second, hoping to maybe find someone searching for her. He came to a decision a moment later and bent again to speak to the girl.

“I think the best way to find your brother is to take you to the front at information. They’ll be able to help. Okay, Okmi-ah?” he coaxed gently.

Once more she nodded, looking up at him with watery eyes. He gave a smile to try and ease her. She gripped his hand tightly when they started moving, holding on for dear life lest they separate and she be alone again. Yoongi gave her hand a little squeeze and tried to distract her on their way, pointing out curiosities a child might like. She had stopped sniffling after a few minutes and hung on his every word.

At the information booth, Yoongi spoke to the security guard on duty to explain what had happened. Okmi hid half behind him, her hand still clamped around his as he answered questions. He turned back to her and bent down once it was all settled.

“Okay, the guard is going to help find your big brother. Everything is going to be all right. You just need to wait here in this tent and your brother will be back in no time,” Yoongi explained, patting the hand still fiercely holding his.

The security guard was waiting patiently by the exit to lead her to a waiting area. When Yoongi straightened again, Okmi squeezed his hand fearfully, blinking nervously at the unknown guard. He was taken a bit by surprise and looked down at the child.

“You’ll wait with me, right, Yoongi oppa?” Okmi asked in an anxious, pleading voice. “You’ll stay until oppa comes to get me?”

Yoongi hesitates, glancing at the busy fairgrounds. His tent was still closed, less than half the merchandise sold that he was expecting. He had no idea how long it would take to find the little girl’s brother. He knew he should get back to it, make some more sales. He needed the money…

“Of course, kid,” he smiled softly. He led her by the hand to follow the security guard. “I’ll stay with you.”

Namjoon was breathless and desperate and terrified when he finally managed to locate the information tent. The woman at the fold out table, surrounded by pamphlets, was startled as he burst in, jostling her desk in his haste. She looked him over warily, trying to assess if he was problematic. Namjoon lifted a hand in apology, trying to catch his breath. Trying not to panic.

“I’m so sorry,” he began, “but they told me I could ask here. My little sister is lost. I can’t find her. She’s only six and-”

“It’s all right, sir, “ the woman began in a pacifying voice. “We’ll help find her. Let me call the security team over.”

The few minutes it took for a guard to appear seemed like eons, Namjoon’s nerves cracking and fraying in an endless cycle of terror and anxiety. Everything the man said to him was just a blur as they walked to the security tent.

It all seemed so unreal as he was led into through the canvas opening and then Namjoon couldn’t process anything except that Okmi was sitting there, safe and sound, behind one of the tables.

She yelled out to him as soon as she saw him and ran into his arms. Namjoon buried his face in her hair, a few tears of joy and relief squeezing past his lashes. Finally, after that horrible feeling of loss had dissipated a bit, he held his sister back to look at her.

“Okmi-ah,” he began, petting her head gently. “You see why you can’t wander? I was so scared I’d lost you.”

She sniffled and nodded, “I’m really sorry, oppa. I didn’t mean to…”

He nodded with her and hugged her once more. “It’s okay, honey. Let’s just remember this and learn from it.”

It was only after he’d calmed down that Namjoon actually began to process anything that wasn’t his sister. He realized she hadn’t been sitting alone behind the desk. There was a man that had to be close to his own age, a black leather jacket and dyed blond hair, sitting beside her. The ID tag around his neck stated that he worked at the fair, though his lack of uniform indicated not as a security guard. He had stood when Okmi had run over to her brother and was now waiting a bit awkwardly as they reunited. Namjoon stood, hand firmly clasping his sister’s, to face him.

“Hi, you’re obviously her brother,” the blond said, nodding a bow.

Namjoon returned the gesture. “I am. I’m Kim Namjoon.”

“Yoongi oppa is the one who brought me here,” Okmi clarified, pointing at the man.

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, I was heading back to my stall when I heard her crying. She couldn’t really tell me exactly where she’d lost you, so I figured bringing her here was the best option.”

Namjoon reached out to shake his hand gratefully, clasping it tightly. “Thank you so much, man. You have no idea… I-”

Yoongi waved a modest hand to stem Namjoon’s flustered thanks. “It’s okay, I’m happy it all worked out finally. I know you must’ve been really worried.”

“Yoongi oppa played with me so I wasn’t scared anymore,” Okmi piped up.

“She, uh, she didn’t want to stay here alone,” Yoongi explained, rubbing his neck again, embarrassed.

Namjoon looked down at his sister as she hugged his waist, face turned to keep looking up at Yoongi. He gave a small smile.

“We owe you a million times over, Yoongi-ssi,” he said.

Namjoon prodded Okmi and she let go of him to bow deeply at the blond. Then she broke out of her formal, learned politeness and hugged Yoongi as hard as she could.

“Thank you, Yoongi oppa,” she said, little voice muffled in his shirt.

Yoongi smiled, endeared, and stroked her head fondly. “Anytime, kid. Take care of yourself and stick to your brother. No more wandering off.”

It was hard to believe that both a year had passed and that it had only been a year. Everything had truly begun the day after Okmi had gotten lost and Yoongi had found her. Namjoon returned to the book fair with his sister and had found Yoongi’s stall.

When he’d been handed a small present box by Okmi, Yoongi had blinked, touched and embarrassed. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“You didn’t have to wait with her at the security station,” Namjoon replied. “I know you probably missed out on a lot of business to do that. I can’t ever really repay you for everything you did, but at least this is a start. About the gift… Okmi picked it out.”

Yoongi opened the little box and a charmed smile grew on his face.

“They’re pretty earrings like you like, Yoongi oppa,” Okmi said, preening blashfully.

Yoongi pickup up the little star shaped studs and laughed. “They’re great. I love them, kid.”

Now, a year later, he still wore them, despite them not being his style. He and Namjoon had found a ton of common interests that day. Both were obsessive about music and after they began hanging out more regularly they would work on composing melodies or writing lyrics together.

They were currently trying to find an apartment they could share in the heart of the city. Okmi didn’t like the idea of her brother or Yoongi moving farther away, but she had been pacified with the promise that she’d come over to visit all the time. She was currently curled in Yoongi’s lap, reading one of her books quietly while the boys talked.

“Yoongi oppa,” she said suddenly.

He gazed down at her. “Yeah, kid?”

“Are you going to get married someday?”

Yoongi and Namjoon looked at each other. Namjoon shrugged and Yoongi gave a laugh. “Someday.”

“Why?” Namjoon asked when his sister merely nodded complacently.

“Because I’m going to marry Yoongi oppa when I grow up so we can all stay together forever,” she responded, turning the page in her book.

“That’s…” Namjoon began, shaking his head with a laugh. “It doesn’t…”

“She’s got a plan, Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi laughed. “You can’t say she doesn’t think ahead.”

“Yeah, I just wish her plan didn’t involve marrying my best friend who’s sixteen years older than her.”

#bts #bts fic #suga #yoongi #min yoongi #rm #namjoon #kim namjoon #imagines #requests

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to all the wip's I should've completed

rules: post your favorite parts of 3-7 fics that have been sitting abandoned in your drafts for ages. (for extra shame, throw in when you last worked on each thing.) tag 5 other writers to reflect on their life choices. 

(this was based off of @startofamoment​‘s challenge so I figured I would do it so y'all would shame me into completing them......I'ma post all of them in intervals from longest ago to most recent and tagging anyone who wants to do it!!)

tagging: whomstever the fuck wants to be shamed like this

a peter parker fic that i honestly don’t remember where it was going (last edited in like july of 2017 right after homecoming came out)

You groaned in annoyance, rolling your eyes at the enthusiastic, puppy-like Peter Parker. You heard him continue talking, at this point checking out of the conversation, knowing you could for a few minutes before having to tune back in. Peter was a sweet enough kid, but his optimism got on your nerves like no other.

He babbled on for a bit longer, you growing more and more frustrated, before rolling your eyes and yelling at him. “Are you here to train or work out?”

You instantly felt bad, his large brown eyes

a peter parker fic (title is gonna be something like subways & pajamas) about meeting peter on the metro (last edited august 16, 2017 idk how to finish it)

The loud blaring from your alarm clock woke you up. Groaning you opened your eyes slightly, to see the obnoxiously bright red letters read 6:00am, before groaning once more, turning over, your arm reaching behind you, blindly attempting to hit the snooze button on your clock. After a few minutes of struggling, you finally hit it, the incessant blaring finally stopping. You sighed happily in relief, your eyes shutting again, feeling the warmth embrace of sleep return to you. Mere seconds after your eyes had fluttered shut, your alarm rang again, only for you to scrunch up your face in anger and annoyance, before turning back to face the alarm, and unplugging the goddamn thing. You grumbled angrily, before reaching for your fully charged phone, opening it up, squinting at the brightness that it held. How you hated the winter months. Getting up before the sun was up to get to school was a motherfucking nightmare.

You opened your phone, keeping an eye on the little time at the top of the screen, before opening up the first notification, it being snapchat, and completing your streaks. Your phone was right above you, and as you took a picture of the ceiling, the keyboard popping up for you to write your messages, your grip loosened, causing your phone to fall right on your face. You muttered a small “ow” before picking up your phone and angrily typing in the word “streaks” before sending them to your list of friends. You shut your phone, before reopennig it, checking the weather, muttering angrily when you realized that it might snow. You had nothing against snow, but you were upset that they didn’t think to cancel school, because even though it probably wasn’t going to snow, when it did snow it was always a lot.

You glanced warily at the time on the screen, realizing that you definitely had to get out of bed or you were going to be late, not wanting to leave the warm confines of your covers. You resigned as almost 5 minutes passed with you telling yourself to get up, before you finally did, your bare feet freezing on the floor. You walked out of your room, into the bathroom, before brushing your teeth, glad to get rid of morning breath, and doing your morning routine. You trudged back to your room, grabbing your fuzzy socks, and putting them on immediately, before throwing on sweatpants and a long sleeve pajama shirt, not caring that it had a ridiculously large kitten on it that said “you’re purrrfect” and pulling on your favorite sweater, before putting on your beanie and hood. You grabbed your backpack, put on your sneakers, put in your earbuds, and grabbed a juicebox before walking out the door, exiting your apartment building, carelessly opening your juice, cursing under your breath as you got outside, realizing that you didn’t have gloves.

The taste of apple juice was obnoxious, seeing as how the minty flavor of your toothpaste hadn’t quite receded, but you didn’t complain. You quickly threw the emptied box into the nearest trash can, before sticking your hands into your pockets, trying to warm them up as best as you could. You walked through the crowded streets of New York City, people walking past you as speedily as you were walking, nobody looking at the bustle around the neighborhood. Entering the train station, you sighed happily, your hands coming out of your pocket and reaching for your metro card, stuffed in your phone case, entering the bustling train station, glad to not have missed your train.

As the train came whistling into the stations, the windows whizzing past you, the inside of the train filled with hoards of people, as the train slowed down, finally halting. You walked about two feet towards the nearest doors, waiting for the obnoxious amount of people to pour out of the train, before being able to slowly enter, and to your disappointment, but expectance, having to stand up, close to the door you had entered on.

You looked at your phone, mindlessly going through the same few apps, waiting for your stop, the number of people on the train slowly dwindling down. About two stops before your school, there was finally enough breathing room, and you moved slightly back, glad to have the extra space. You closed your phone and placed it in your pocket, bobbing your head slightly to the music blaring in your ears. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be transported, dancing around slightly, not caring if people were watching you. You were only stopped when someone walked behind you, shoving you forward, yourself being rammed into another person.

You felt your cheeks flush slightly, noticed the rather short boy you had bumped into, no older than yourself, somewhat scrawny looking, but from what you had felt, was in no means scrawny.

“Sorry.” You told him, an awkward smile finding its way on your face as your embarrassment took over.  

He offered you a warm smile, before pulling out one of his earbuds, yourself doing the same. “Hmm?” He asked, a little unaware and slightly confused.

“Sorry.” You repeated. You cleared your throat slightly, feeling the awkwardness inside of you take over. “For bumping into you.” You clarified, though it sounded more like an afterthought.

“Oh, it’s really no problem.” He replied, stuttering slightly, looking around the train car, feeling the awkwardness in himself come out as well. “Besides, it probably wasn’t even your fault.” He cleared his throat, a slight rosiness appearing on his cheeks. “One person gets shoved and everyone else does too.”

“Yep, the domino effect.” You blurted out, mentally cursing yourself at your choice of wording, even if it was accurate.

The boy laughed slightly. “It really is. I wish I didn’t have to take public transportation ever.”

You laughed at that. “I’m pretty sure the whole city wishes they never had to.”

“Oh god, can you imagine how much worse traffic would be if there was no metro?”

“It would be a complete nightmare. Honestly, like, if there was no metro I would have to wake up at freaking 4 in the morning to get to school on time.”

“Tell me about it. Walking to school everyday would be a nightmare.”

“Where do you go?” You asked the boy, trying to see if you might recognize him. But then again, you may not; there were over 1000 students at your school, about 400 in your grade alone.

“Midtown High. You?” He asked, motioning slightly with his head.

“Same, dude.” You say, the two of you exchanging a sly smile. “(Y/F/N).” You offered, with a smile.

“Um, Peter Parker.” He said back, his initial awkwardness seeming to return.

“Well, Parker. What grade are you in? I haven’t ever seen you around.”

“Sophmore.”

“Same.” You reply, nodding, your awkwardness slowly coming back. You’re eyes lit up in realization, before looking back at Peter. “You’re Penis Parker!” You blurted out, only to realize how awful that sounded. “I’m sorry, I just never met you, and I always here that douche, Flash, yell in the hallway, ‘Penis Parker,’ so I swear I didn’t know, oh my god, I’m a walking human disaster, howhaveInotdiedyet?” You said rapidly, trying your best to profusely apologize.

“Hey, it’s fine. I mean, at least I’m not the girl who walks around in pajama shirts all the time.” He said, throwing you a smug look, proud of the shade he had just thrown.

You open your mouth indignantly, mock gasping, acting offended. “Why I never.”

The two of you burst into laughter, before talking the rest of the way to school, deciding to try to find each other in the library during your free periods. And if you didn’t, at least you had each others snapchats. You walked into first period, confident that you had made a new friend.

peter parker fic that i think i remember where it was going (ned was gonna set y’all up) (last edited: late august, 2017)

Groaning, you lifted your head up and glanced at the clock realizing you only had 10 minutes left till the first weekend of the school year. You groaned again, slamming your head back onto the desk, not even caring enough to use your arms as a pillow. 10 minutes felt like an eternity. It seemed miraculous that you had managed to survive the first week of school, although it would be more of a miracle if you survived the last 10 minutes of the unholiness of school. Time seemed to slow down as the anticipation of the weekend came, each second seeming to tick slower than the one before it. As time seemed to slow, you seemed to accelerate, your fingers tapping idly on the desk, your knee starting to bounce Your mind started racing about your weekend plans, the most prominent one to go home and take a nice long soak in the tub, then binge watch Parks and Rec or High School Musical, whichever you were feeling, with your most comfortable sweats and a tub of ice cream.

You yawned slightly, rubbing your eyes, trying to fight the sleep that was threatening to overtake you, before glancing at the clock again, seeing that you still had another seven minutes. You looked up at the ceiling, trying to contain your frustration, doing the best not to yell out, boredom taking its hold over you. You didn’t even have your stuff to put away to distract you from the boredom, having put it away a few minutes ago.

You glanced at the clock again, not even a minute had passed and this time you could not suppress your groan of frustration. You shot a death glare at the only person who dared to look at you, only afterwards feeling bad for Ned. Slamming your head onto the table in frustration, you closed your eyes, feeling tempted to stab them. You felt a wad of paper hit your head from the side, and you turned to look at the perpetrator, sticking your tongue out at Michelle as she she you her drawing of you “in crisis”, too lazy to flip her off.  

You grabbed your backpack from its place on the ground next to your chair and you set it on your lap, looking around the classroom to see that nobody else was paying attention, and the lack of caring on the teachers face. It was, after all, only the first week back and everyone was craving summer.

You opened your backpack, pulling out whatever book was in there, most likely one that you had already read. To your surprise and delight, you saw that you had forgotten to take out a Harry Potter book, so you opened it up and started from your favorite spot, chuckling to yourself silently at the antics of the characters.

Not only tree minutes after reading, you felt a piece of paper hit you, and you turned to glare back at Michelle, only to realize that this paper had letters written on it. You unfurled it, revealing the messy handwriting of the resident web-slinger, Peter Parker.

“Wanna hang out with Ned and me!?!?”  

Smiling goofily, you grabbed your pen and scribbled, “Yes.”

a peter maximoff film that i tried writing about a dream i had (last edited: maybe february of 2018?? a little earlier)(warning it makes no fucking sense,,,,,,,cause i was trying to recreate a dream)

You honestly had no idea how you had gotten into this situation. Sure, skiing was fun, and yeah, you wanted to spend some time with your friends, but it wasn’t something on the top of your priorities. Honestly, looking back on it, it seemed like it was a dream, having no real recollection of why or how, or even when you guys had decided to go. All you knew was that you were more excited than you had originally anticipated. It was also great that you were actually really good at skiing, despite not having skied for a few years.

Once the few of you had gotten to the small ski slope, you tucked your phone into your jacket, zipping up the pocket, difficultly slipping into the ski boots, silently cursing already at how tight they were. You were ready a few minutes before your friends, silently proud of your achievement, pulling out your phone to check the time, seeing that it was still relatively early. You smiled, glad to have the extra time to get a few runs in, putting on your skis and getting in line for the lift with one of your friends, chatting happily about nothing in particular.

Honestly, there should’ve been something sketchy about the fact that there was a “pick up a snowball and throw it while skiing” challenge, but you really had no idea about why in the world you had decided that it would be a fun thing to do. And the fact that part of the challenge was based on not being tagged by too-gorgeous-to-be-human girls, made the challenge even weirder. Again, you had no idea how you had been roped into this. Maybe it was something that had to do with the fact that you seemed to have been standing in an active volcano range what felt like a few moments before? Probably.

Somehow, everyone else was failing, and honestly you had no idea how they possibly could’ve been. It was so simple, and honestly you were ready to beat their asses. When it came to your turn, you felt the a

a gertchase x reader fic about sitting on the couch and loving your bf and gf (last edited: january of 2018)

“Dating is so heteronormative.” Gert spoke, earning an amused eyeroll from you as you flipped the page of your book, not even bothering to look up knowing the playfully hurt look that would be on Chase’s face, a hand over his heart in mock hurt.

“Thanks babe.” You had replied sarcastically, looking up only when you heard a gasp of over-exaggerated offense, reminding you of a shady grandma, snorting slightly as your mind produced the image of Chase wearing an apron and mary-jane shoes, a smirk making its way onto your face as you looked at him.

“I happen to be heterosexual, and seem to be doing perfectly find. Punching would-be rapists, anyway.” He listed off, his tone of voice being rather proud, but his face darkened at the mention of his old friends, his jaw tightening and his hands beginning to form fists.

You sighed slightly, bookmarking your page, moving your legs off the couch, scooching to the other side of it, draping an arm loosely around Chase’s frame, your feet dangling slightly off the couch.

“You happen to be the exception.” Gert spoke, slightly understanding that the tone of the conversation had changed, trying to keep it light, in her own way.

“You’re not.” You had spoke, going back to reading, your fingers comfortably intertwined with Chase’s, Chase patting the place on the floor next to him, encouraging Gert to sit down next to him.

the climax to the part of a jack thompson series where i haven’t even started the second chapter (last edited: february of 2018) (warnings: graphic violence)

It started slowly. A gradual numbing sensation slowly crawling up your body, before it started ti burn, the flickering sensation of pain engaging your every nerve. The pain flickered, seeming to engulf your entire body, seeming almost suffocating as you tried to scream out in pain and desperation though your muscles would not allow you to move. Your entire body seemed to tighten, biting down harshly on your tongue to keep from crying out as your arm slowly raised, the higher your arm moved, the more your body seemed to burn, and you could almost feel your flesh begin to burn, a smell of singed flesh overwhelming you as your arm continued to move higher and higher, the weight in your hand feeling unnatural despite the constant weight of the item which you normally grasped so easily. Bile seemed to form in your mouth, feeling sweat form, your skin pricking at the feeling of uneasiness which settled in your stomach, time seeming to stand even more still as you did your best to avoid the blue eyes which stared back at you, the fear apparent seeming to pierce through you as you closed your eyes tightly, breathing shakily, before opening them, pulling the trigger instantly, the sound of a muffled gunshot, the body hitting the floor. You shut your eyes once more, feeling the uneasiness return as you stared at him, blood pouring from his body, spilling onto the floor. 

a flashback scene that i was initially gonna use in my prologue for long live the king (last edited: i think literally a year ago, today; february 23, 2018)

“This is pointless!” He yelled angrily at his uncle, removing the mask from his face, panting heavily, the club in his hand as his cousin slightly nodded next to him, though far more subtle about his dislike for the intense sparring regiment. 

“It is not!” Was the angry reply from T’Chaka, articulating his statement with an slam of his spear, staring down his rather testy teenage nephew.

“Why the hell isn’t it?” Was the angry reply from Erik, as he stepped closer to his uncle who, glaring at him angrily.

“You are to be T’Challa’s right hand man when I am gone, meaning you must be able to protect yourself!” He said, getting louder as he spoke, standing up to glare at his defiant nephew.

“Why the hell do I have to defend myself? Everyone in this country has it made, and y’all never wage war on anyone, so why the hell do I have to know to fight?” He yelled angrily, feeling his hand form fists, feeling ready to hit the stubborn old man, but knowing that he actually wouldn’t.

“Uh, guys….” T’Challa whispered softly, trying to avoid another scene between his father and his cousin, stepping closer to them at the ready, not knowing how either of their pride would blow up.

“You must know!”

“Why, so I can kill my family?”

The air seemed to still, the words seeming to halt anymore that would come out of T’Chaka’s mouth, anger coursing through both their bodies.

“How dare you!”

“How dare I? I don’t go around killing my brother!”

“You think I wanted to kill him? I loved my brother! I loved him!”

“That don’t change the fact that you fucking murdered my father!”

“My loyalty is to my people! More than my loyalty to my own blood.”

“Yeah, really stellar parenting right there. Maybe that’s why Shuri and T’Challa are so close, cause Auntie is the one that actually takes care of them rather than parading around the whole world!”

T’Challa rolled his eyes, tuning out slightly while they argued some more, studying their body language, both of them relaxed enough that nothing would go too far.

“Why the hell don’t you care about your own people? Our people are out there dying because you’re so stuck in the past!”

“You sound like your father.”

“Better him than a murderer!”

“Enough!” T’Challa yelled, piercing through the heavy silence which fell over them.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter maximof x reader #peter maximoff #gertchase x reader #chase stein x reader #gert yorkes x reader #gertchase #chase stein #gert yorkes #jack thompson x reader #jack thompson #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger #just realized all are from the mcu (-pm which i just consider to make it easier) #pls shame me into finishing these #i have some more that i will post later but shame me into writing these now #also: if yall have ideas for how to finish them; i would love that and pls let me know!! #mira writes #y'all don't have to read all of them but it would be cool if yall did!!

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Story with Gods - Chp 7

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

This chapter needs some hardcore editing when I eventually rewrite this, but for now, this calm (and for some reason super political, damn it Sophia) little van ride is our pause after the doozy of chapter 6 (which I can’t link yet because I am away and don’t have my laptop.)

Also, if you haven't yet seen my giveaway, go take a look at my blog and the post! I would link it, but as I said, travels have me trapped on mobile

Tagging: @infinitelyblankpage @ratracechronicler (if you wish to added/removed from the tagging list for this WIP just let me know!)

EXCERPT:  "It's a big hill, a foothill for the mountains, covered by a forest. It looks out at a human town. The hill itself is covered in the homes of gods, right now I can see lights on in the houses. Families home together for a calm and peaceful evening." The van started to descend. "It's so beautiful here, Sophia, especially once winter comes and snow covers the trees."

"It sounds wonderful." Sophia had this lovely picture in her mind of the hillside town. The others enjoyed her smile as they pulled into the only building on the hill that was still inhabited, the rest broken and abandoned because of the war.

"I could have sworn I heard something from here," one man said.

"This is about where we saw a light too," another man replied. It hadn't even occurred to Sophia that is was probably dark out and the realization that she would never see the stars again made her shudder.

"What was that?" The first man took a step towards Sophia. "I heard movement from just here somewhere."

"What if this wasn't just the girls and they have a Creep with them?" A woman spoke up. "We'll never find them."

"They can't hide forever, judging by the blood in the halls the girls are suffering a lot of blood loss." The first man took a few steps away. "We'll scour these woods until we hear them." All of the footsteps retreated, split directions and wandered off into the woods. They didn't move for a while, just sat as still and as quiet as they could.

"What did they mean by a Creep?" Sophia had grown tired of the silence. "And why didn't they see us?"

"Creep is a name they call gods like me. We are rebirths of various gods of stealth, thievery, things like that." Heidi shifted her weight on the leaves. "The reason they couldn't find us, despite standing close enough to touch, is because of my powers. I can camouflage myself and those around me so that as long as we don't move or make a sound we can't be found."

"That's really cool." Sophia numbly imagined all the useful applications of a power like that.

"You really think so?" Heidi sounded doubtful. "Most of the more powerful gods think it's basically cheap parlour tricks."

"It's really useful, like you just saved us all." Sophia nodded. "That's super cool." Her words were staccato and Sophia thought she sounded like an idiot.

There was a weird buzzing sound from by Heidi. "Ben's on his way," Heidi said a moment later. "They'll park the van in the closest clearing."

"How far is the closest clearing though?" Sophia could imagine trying to walk through the woods blind.

"Don't you worry about that," Heidi assured. "We always work in at least three, our other partner will be able to carry one of you." Within minutes Sophia could hear two sets of footsteps running through the woods. Her heartbeat rose, she hated not being able to see who was coming.

"We need to move now," Ben hissed. "we think the Soundies heard the van." Heidi cursed under her breath and they started to rustle around the leaves doing something.

"Hi, I'm here to help,” a kind voice said next to Sophia. The man gently picked her up, his arms were even warmer than Ben had been and a whole lot gentler. The man ran with the others, they hadn’t run for very long before they stopped.

"Heidi, we decided you have to drive," Ben said as Sophia heard the sound of a sliding van door.

"I hate driving the van,” Heidi complained.

"The girls need to be healed and you remember what happened last time I tried to drive." There was the sound of other doors opening and closing.

"I'm going to set you on the floor of the van now." The man did as he said before gently climbing in around her. "Let's go,” he told the others. The van started with a slight jerk and started to climb a hill.

"How can a van drive in the forest?" Sophia felt like an idiot for asking.

"This is my vehicle, it's kind of special. Right now we're climbing up to fly above the forest." The man put a hand on her knee. "But don't you worry about any of that, I need you to try your best to tell me what happened so I can help you and your friends."

Sophia curled into a ball in the corner and explained what happened. Every time she said one of their names the man would clarify to make sure he knew who was who. She could hear him moving around the van as she talked. Every so often there would be a flash of warmth from where he was.

"Can you tell me your name now?" The man asked from just in front of her. "I'm going to do a few things around your face, I just want you to tell me a bit about yourself."

"My name is Sophia Grader,” she began, her words felt like they belonged to someone else, someone who had died back in that room with Bob. "I'm seventeen and I was supposed to be going into grade 12." She just kept talking and he would respond sometimes with questions about herself. At first, it hurt when he touched her face but after a bit, it just felt numb.

"I had hoped..." The man muttered.

"You had hoped what?" She prompted him to continue.

"I had hoped that the damage wouldn't be directly to your eyes." He sighed. "I had thought we may be able to restore some or even all of your vision but..."

"The damage is directly to my eyes and I'm screwed to be blind for the rest of my life." Sophia shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. "Which means forever apparently."

"I was freaked out by the idea of immortality at first too." She heard him lean against the door beside her. "You get used to it."

"Where even are the seats in this van?" She stuck out her foot to see if she'd kick one.

"Smooth topic change." He laughed slightly. "Dani, the Hades rebirth, right? She's on the back seat. The rest of the seats are taken out so it's mostly open space. The other girl is on the ground."

"Her name is Olivia." Sophia curled back into a ball.

"Right sorry. I'm really bad with names." He paused. "Speaking of names I don't think I ever introduced myself. The name's Apollo, god of the sun, knowledge, poetry, music, healing, and all that."

"Wait like the real actual Apollo?" Sophia sat up straight in excitement.

"So far as I know there's no other god with my name." He paused awkwardly. "Oh right, um, I'm sticking out a hand for you to shake if you want."

"It is so amazing to meet you." She waved her hands through the air until she found his and shook it with both of hers. His hand was much smaller than she would’ve expected from a great god.

"We've got a long ride ahead of us, is there anything you'd like to talk about?" It was as if she could hear the warmth of the sun in his voice.

He was right, the ride was long. For Sophia, it seemed to last forever. They talked for most of it, about various things. Heidi and Ben would sometimes chime in from the front seat. The topic changed often, whenever it got to the subject of gods. Mostly they talked about music and listened to music on something similar to a smartphone that Apollo had in his pocket. Sophia laughed when she found that all it could do was play music and Apollo thought it was very advanced technology. The device could play any song that had ever been made, even if it had never been recorded, all it took was for someone present to know of the song. She showed them some of her favourite songs, most of which had simple tunes and meaningful lyrics that she knew Olivia would’ve called “hippy bullshit” or something like that. Prompted by a line in one of the songs the conversation shifted to politics.

"Look, I just think that something similar to elections are needed, and if both sides are saying no, it's probably because they know they wouldn't win." Sophia had been defending democracy against the others.

"But if you hold elections the majority gets to decide who is in charge, what if the person they choose is unqualified?" Ben asked.

"Only people who are qualified are eligible to run." Sophia shrugged. "It's simple."

"But it could result in some low-level god in charge of the higher level gods." Heidi seemed appalled by the idea.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again, this system of power or class, or whatever it is you have going on, is stupid." Sophia was very animated about the subject and throughout their discussion, she had almost hit Apollo multiple times. Her hands moved everywhere as she talked. "You guys are just as bad as humans for thinking different means unequal." Sophia's words caught as she finished the sentence, the idea that they were anything but human was still foreign to her, though at this point it was undeniable. "We're going to talk about something else now."

"Why do you keep changing the subject?" Apollo probed. "When it comes to anything about gods, in particular, you being a god, you change the topic completely."

"It doesn't matter." Her voice cracked, giving away her emotions.

"It's ok." He placed a hand on her knee. "Tell me why you're upset."

"It's weird, scary, I don't know. I just don't want to even think about it." She pushed his hand away. He left her alone after that and they fell silent. The rest of the ride - Sophia refused to call it a flight - felt even longer. It was sitting there that she realized that she couldn't go to sleep, she definitely wanted to, but it just wouldn't happen. She started to cry. Silent tears that she couldn't feel through the scars on her face.

"I can see the hill now," Heidi announced. "Sophia, you'd love what it used to be. Lights and parties all the time. All kinds of music and fun."

"Tell me what it looks like now," Sophia said softly.

"It's a big hill, a foothill for the mountains, covered by a forest. It looks out at a human town. The hill itself is covered in the homes of gods, right now I can see lights on in the houses. Families home together for a calm and peaceful evening." The van started to descend. "It's so beautiful here, Sophia, especially once winter comes and snow covers the trees."

"It sounds wonderful." Sophia had this lovely picture in her mind of the hillside town. The others enjoyed her smile as they pulled into the only building on the hill that was still inhabited, the rest broken and abandoned because of the war.

Heidi and Ben carried Olivia and Dani, Apollo led Sophia by hand. She stumbled slightly as she walked on her own but they went slowly. Apollo explained that the building was essentially the hospital and headquarters. Every god who wasn't a resident of the town stayed in that building. At that moment it was only a small gathering of gods, most of Zeus's armies were spread across the Americas for safety. They walked through long hallways, their footsteps echoed against the tile. When they passed anyone they would fall silent and Sophia swore she felt them stare. Apollo carried her up a few flights of stairs and finally, they stopped.

"You all will be staying in these rooms for the time being." He led her into a room on the right. "This is room 107. There's a bed, an end table, and a dresser we will fill with clothes for you. There's also a small washroom in the back right corner should you ever want to wash yourself." He guided her to the bed and placed her hand on a button at the top. "Just press this whenever you need anything."

"Please don't leave me alone," she whispered.

"I have to, I have other things to do." He sighed and placed his hands on her shoulders. "You will be alright."

"I'm scared." Her voice could barely be heard and her hands shook and suddenly her head started to hurt. It felt like it was going to burst, like she was going to burst. Apollo yelled her name as she fell to the ground convulsing. 

#west's words #writers on tumblr #writeblr #creative writing #spilled ink #original fiction #story with gods #sophia grader #minor characters #ben heidi and apollo are a fantastic trio #fun fact: one of my best friends is named heidi #but i named this character before i ever met her #odd right? #i swear they even have aspects of the same personality #so i somehow wrote my friend into my story when i didn't even know my friend yet?

[sunlightbi]

hi guys !! i promise i’ll do a proper follow forever later in 2018 when we survive 2017 but today i want to give a shout out to some amazing people whom i’m very proud to call my friends and best friends. all of my mutuals are extremely special but these ones mean the whole world to me as we always talk and laugh together and i’m pretty sure i’d die for every single one of them. i hold each one of you very close to my heart :’) so here’s a list of people that make me smile every day and also make my world brighter and my dash a better place !! (1. idk how long it takes im sorry i lov y’all 2. also idk why i have this summer pic as my header but happy new year i guess)

i’ll start with the most important person for on this website @alloutshirt. lisa, you’re truly my soulmate and i can’t even imagine my life without you now. you always make my happy by just liking random posts on my blog or tagging me in pure stuff. i just want you to know that i’d do anything for you, i care about you so so much and i don’t think i’ll ever stop. i hope you’ll always be happy because you’re too precious and incredible and you have my whole heart. i love you to the moon and back, baby :’) YOU’RE ALSO THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD DON’T FORGET THAT

@twofronteeth amal even tho you never check ur activity page and have a face like a goddess (no kidding im crying every time i see your selfies) somehow we are mutuals and friends, i still don’t know why the fuck you noticed me but that was the best day of my life. please please never change, you’re literally the cutest person i know and your spelling mistakes make you even cuter !! just the way you talk to ppl makes you cute idk how you do that. you truly deserved your nickname ‘baby honey’ and i’m very proud to call you that i love you

of course i can’t even imagine myself without Pure Squad even tho it exists like 3 minutes but !!!! these people are already so important to me that i cry every time we interact

@spaceboysweater arsh i swear i couldn’t love you more because you’re one of the purest people on this website. and ur laugh !!!!! oh my god this is the best thing i’ve ever heard i need it as my ringtone. i will love you forever, you always make me smile and i wanna hug you so tight !!!!!!!!!

@babieharrie ahhh karri you’re just the most adorable person ever and i love you so so so so much. we almost made it !!! almost started a gc aksjfgffkj. you are incredibly lovely and you have a special place in my heart even tho you hate cats which i still can’t believe oh my god

@rainbowsboa 1) where the fuck are you i miss you 2) i’ve never seen a blog with more posts than yours i swear i need hours to scroll through it. but bella you’re my sunshine and you always bring me happiness, i really enjoy talking to you and omg i just love you so much i’m sorry i’m crying

@bibi-harry becca i can’t even put into words how much you mean to me !!!!!! i appreciate it so much when you come to talk to me because you’re sad or feel alone. i’m really glad i can help because you’re too amazing and flawless to be sad ever. i just hope you’ll have the best 2018, i love you with my whole heart cupcake !!

@haryslytherin eleanor baby it feels like i’ve known you for ages, you’re such an incredible person even tho your blog is a mess aklsjkdh. i love talking to you, you’re a pure bean. please make more 1d edits in 2018 that’s a need for me !! your art is wonderful just as you :) also i hope in 2018 you won’t change your icon every day

@fireprooof le !!!! just as you said i can’t imagine my tumblr experience without you too (tbh that message made me cry i love you so much). you were one of my first larry mutuals actually and i’ll never forget how excited i was that day. and i was extremely happy when you messaged me and said you miss my likes !! that was iconique. your edits give me life, i’ve never seen anything more beautiful, i just want to make a whole sideblog to reblog everything you make.  hope you’ll have an amazing 2018, i love you endlessly :’)

@louieh ghadeer aka the most iconic fanfic writer i know ;);)));)) i know this had been a tough year for you but i hope 2018 will be much better !!! you deserve the best only, i love you so so much and appreciate you more than you could imagine. i wanna give you the world and the stars and the moon and everything pure in the universe !!!!! i just hope everything will be okay darling :)

@stylesappreciation flo even tho you forgot about me i’m still here like hachi bc i love you very much a lot. anyways !!! skldjdfbhdskl you’re one of the most iconic people i know and your edits make my heart melt, i cry every time you post something new. we don’t talk as much as we used to which is sad but that’s okay, i’d sill give you my liver and everything you want. hope 2018 will treat you well baby :) ( @nosuchblue take care of her !!! i love u too erin and wish you all the best in 2018)

@liamsgrammys and @blushlouie you just go together and i can’t tell you apart. we actually don’t talk but you two are the most iconic gays ever and i’m so glad to witness ur gay relationship and reblog ur gay selfies and cry my gay tears !!!! i hope 2018 will be amazing for you, i love you two so so much, this gay experience is very important for me

@rosesau syeda aka ome of the most popular binches ever. i’m shook that like everybody knows you??? wtf??? how you do that honestly. you’re truly iconique and i’m pretty sure you make everyone’s tumblr experience much better. your text posts are my favourite thing ever and i just love you so incredibly much !!!! have the best 2018 biatch

@honeyhaz jackie !!!! the most precious flower in the land, i adore you so much. i really really really love talking to you, you’re the loveliest person ever, i hope you’ll have a lot of friends in 2018 !! you deserve only pure things darling. you make my heart burst with love every time you appear on my dash and i would just like to clarify that i love you to the moon and back :’)

@iconichalo well your url just speaks for itself so !!! i only wanted to say that alex you’re really an amazing person and i’m hella glad that we met thanks to gorgeous people we both talk to. i hope in 2018 we’ll become closer because i really like you !!! wish you the best stuff in new year darling :)

@ann-fortunately maybe i’d love you more if you stopped exposing me !!!!! alsjddgdgdkdj nevermind i actually love you very much a lot, you’re a pure puppy and i just wish 2018 treats you really well. all the love my dear !!! (also pls make more edits)

@dreamsmp3 eden baby idk when you’ll see this but i just want you to know that it’s not the same without you here, you’re incredible and i hope you’re taking care of yourself !!!!! i’m still thinking about that post i made when i just saw you on my dash and i oliterally became so overwhelmed that wrote big ass paragraph about how much i love you on the verge of tears and tbh this is Mood. you make everything better and brighter and i just want to wish you the best things in 2018, you deserve the whole world my love :’)

@lwtrainbows gio !!!! i’m so happy that i’m friends with arsh’s soulmate aldjfhfgjn you are just wonderful !!! i hope you won’t ever be sad, you need to always smile and laugh because the world needs more of this. you are one of the purest people ever and i just want to wrap you in a big blanket and give you forehead kisses. i wish 2018 treats you well sunshine !!!!

@alwaysycu well rhian you’re just an angel (my-my-my-my only angeeeel) that deserves better, always better. you make my heart go ‘!!!!’ when we talk and you’re just so nice and sweet always. i hope you’ll never be sad in 2018, it just goes against nature tbh. you were created to spread love and light so i hope next year will be the happiest for you :) i love you very much a lot

@iamlouis oh damn sarah !!! (this is just The Mood always with you) you’re a popular bitch and i’m still wondering why we are mutuals because your cool ass is too cool for me. everything you do is iconic and i’m tired bc you’re too good and pure wtf !! but i wish you become iconicer in 2018 because why not we all deserve some glow up i lov u

@delicatelou pinja you’re the softest person i know !!!! like literally. everything about you and your blog is so aesthetic and beautiful and just perfect??? h o w. i’m friends with a literal angel what the heck !! hope 2018 treats you well, you deserve the best only my pure baby. i’ll love you til the end of time darling, you’re amazing :’)

@ftdtlouis @lesbianhoran @larriez @definegirlfriends i’m only mentioning you because you broke my heart to pieces !!! but it’s new year so i gotts forgive you so you could dissappoint me in 2018 with something new. ALSMJDHNDG JOKES I LOVE Y’ALL EVEN THO I WAS HELLA SCARED YESTERDAY i just want all my mutuals to be happy and fine. is that too much to ask?.. anyways i wish you all the best i hope the nest time this shit happens i won’t be online bye

@rainbowstyles sabine i wouldn’t ever forget about you !!! you’re the sweetest creature ever, so so pure and lovely that you melt my heart. you deserve lots of love and happiness and laugh in 2018 and always. i hope you won’t ever be sad even tho it’s impossible but you are meant to be a sunshine !! i love you so so much, please don’t forget that :)

@poshlouis and @louari you two are iconic bitches and i couldn’t love you more. amanda thank you for always being nice to me and aline ,,, just thank you. you are a dream team and i love seeing you two interact on my dash !!!! hope you’ll have the best 2018, i love you two very much a lot

i hope all of my amazing mutuals will have the best 2018, you darlings mean so so much to me, i love you with all my heart !

#can you believe i literally teared up at some point while making this???? #im so emo rn #i just love all of my wonderful friends i hope they love me back sometimes #all of you deserve a lot of sweet happiness in this year and in whole life #i couldnt be more proud and lucky and honoured to have all of you #thank you #just thank you #excuse me while im crying in the corner

[mindfulwrath]

On Lawyers, and the Care and Keeping Thereof

A short fic about how Jekyll and Lanyon came to be friends with Utterson.

Words: 2,530 Pairings: Jekyll/Lanyon Warnings: None

Robert and Henry were traversing the halls of Cambridge arm in arm, as was their wont. It was a chilly October afternoon, after the last class of the day had let out, and Robert had snagged Henry before he could dart off back to his room. Henry had, admittedly, allowed himself to be snagged. Robert had been pining lately, and a little indulgence was called for, although not too much.

Certainly, he wasn't indulging anything of his own; he was not unduly warmed by Robert's presence, nor at all set aflutter by his touch, because—as a gentleman—Henry didn't feel those sorts of things.

"Ah, here we are!" Robert said, coming to a stop in front of a nondescript door. They were in a half-enclosed corridor, barred from a courtyard on one side by Doric columns and a waist-high wall. It was fairly deserted, and nobody was paying them any attention.

"Where is here?" Henry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why, you don't know?" said Robert, twinkling. "You really have been spending too much time shut up in your room. Here, after you."

He opened the door and bowed Henry in. Henry spared him a dubious look before stepping inside.

It was a very small room, dim, occupied mainly by rakes and pruning shears. Robert stepped into the room behind him and closed the door. It was a very small room.

"Robert," Henry said.

Robert took his face in his hands and kissed him. Henry's eyes rolled back in his head. He couldn't help it. It was just so damnably good. He hooked his fingers into Robert's waistcoat and pulled him in closer, chest to chest, then draped an arm over his shoulders to keep him there. Robert tangled a hand in Henry's hair and rested the other on the small of his back. His breath was hot in Henry's mouth, intoxicating. Absently, Henry loosened Robert's cravat for him.

"You've been avoiding me," Robert accused, breathless and swaying.

"I've been avoiding everyone," Henry said, although a pang of guilt shot through his chest.

"That's not better," said Robert. He kissed Henry again, deeply, drinking him like fine wine.

"I'll make it up to you," Henry promised, when Robert allowed him to come up for air.

"Yes you bloody will," said Robert. A chill raced up Henry's spine, and he dipped his head to kiss Robert's neck, tugging his high collar aside. Robert's head tipped back obligingly. "And at great length."

Henry bit him, just hard enough to make him suck in a breath through his teeth. Robert pulled him up by his hair and kissed him again. The two of them overbalanced and Henry's back slammed into the wall. A couple of rakes fell over with a clatter. Henry hooked a leg around Robert's thigh, hopelessly drunk on feeling already.

So much for not too much.

Robert undid the top button of Henry's shirt, tugged his collar aside and suckled at the tender flesh underneath. Henry's head thunked back against the wall, his hips pressed up against Robert's of their own accord. He had to put a hand over his own mouth to keep from moaning aloud.

Suddenly, light burst down over the two of them. Robert yelped, and Henry nearly climbed the wall behind him.

A tall, handsome, dark-skinned man stood in the doorway, his eyes wide as dinner plates. Henry locked up in abject terror.

"Oh!" the man squeaked. "Terribly sorry!" And he shut the door again.

Robert buried his face in Henry's shoulder and laughed while Henry, mortified and paralyzed, could only stand there gawping like a fish out of water. Footsteps hurried away, clicking smartly on the marble floors.

"Stop laughing!" Henry hissed, shaking Robert by the shoulders.

"Oh God, sorry, I'm sorry," Robert said, hiccuping with mirth. "It's only—did you see the look on his face?"

"This isn't funny! We could be expelled!"

"Yes yes, it's dreadfully serious, but Henry, did you see his face?"

And he dissolved into giggles again, helpless.

"Let go of me, you lunatic," Henry said, peeling Robert off of him. "What are we going to do?"

"Oh, heavens, Henry, let's buy the poor man a drink," said Robert, wiping tears from his cheeks. "He—hah—he looked like he might've needed one!"

"Would you please take this seriously!"

"Henry, darling dearest Henry," Robert said, clasping Henry's face in his hands and continuing to choke back laughter. "That was not the face of—hgghk—the face of a man—hee—who was thinking of making trouble. It was not."

Henry glared at him. Robert pecked him on the lips. Henry continued to glare.

"You don't know that," he said. "We don't know who he is, we don't know who he might tell!"

"Oh, do calm down," said Robert, patting his shoulder. "It's smoothed over easily enough. Let's go catch him, he can't've got far."

"Looking like this?" Henry cried, but Robert was already out the door, retying his cravat as he went. Cursing under his breath, Henry made a quick attempt at re-sheveling himself before dashing after him.

"Worse comes to worst, I suppose we could bribe him," Robert mentioned, while Henry hovered at his elbow. "Now, where could he have—ah!"

Before Henry could stop him, Robert was off across the courtyard. Hunched and blushing, Henry scurried along behind him, acutely aware of every gaze that happened to brush against him.

"Sir!" Robert called. "Oh, sir!"

The dark, lanky figure paused, turning back. Between his figure, his long black coat, and his hat, he looked remarkably like an American cowboy. His eyes were still very wide, and only got wider as Robert approached him. Henry wished fervently that he could sink into the ground or, failing that, die instantly.

"My apologies," said Robert, somehow perfectly at ease. "I do hope my friend and I weren't in your way."

"Ah," said the man, looking about as dazed as Henry felt. "Hm. No."

"So sorry, where are my manners?" said Robert. He extended a hand. "Robert Lanyon, and this is my friend, Henry Jekyll."

"Utterson," said the man. "Gabriel . . . Utterson."

He transferred the book he was carrying to his other hand, then shook Robert's hand, and then Henry's. His skin was quite warm. He had the wild-eyed look of a horse about to bolt.

"Gabriel! A pleasure," said Robert. "May I call you Gabriel? Delightful. Henry and I were just talking about how we'd like to buy you a drink, weren't we, Henry?"

"Robert, I am going to kill you," Henry hissed.

"Thank you," Gabriel said carefully, "but no, I couldn't possibly."

"Nonsense! We're all friends here."

To Henry's horror, he clapped the poor fellow on the shoulder and shook him. Gabriel was clutching his book so tightly it had turned his knuckles pale. Gold glinted under his hand.

"It's quite all right," Gabriel said, his voice thin.

"Is that—sorry, is that Kinder- und Hausmärchen?" Henry interrupted.

"What?" said Gabriel. He looked down at the book in his hand like he'd forgotten it was there.

"The Grimms' fairy tales," Henry clarified, in case it was an English version.

"Oh," said Gabriel. "Yes. So it is."

"I've been looking everywhere for a copy, where did you find it?" Henry asked, peering at the cover.

"Ah? It's one of mine," said Gabriel. "I was . . . intending to donate it. Little use for it, now. In law. As I am."

"May I see it?" Henry asked, holding out a hand. After only a momentary hesitation, Gabriel gave him the book.

"For goodness' sake, Henry, can't you go five minutes without stuffing your nose in a book?" Robert asked, teasing.

"No," said Henry, "and especially not this one." He flipped open the cover and nearly squealed in delight. It was an English first edition. He looked back up at Gabriel. "You've read it?"

"Once or twice," Gabriel mumbled, looking anywhere but at Henry.

"God," said Henry, rapturous. "It's illustrated! Are you actually an angel?"

Gabriel muttered unintelligibly, tugging on his ear.

"Why don't we," Robert said, "continue this conversation over dinner, hm? Just the three of us?"

"Yes yes, whatever you say," said Henry, already engrossed in the pages.

"You can see he'd be lost without me," Robert remarked dryly. He flung an arm around Henry's shoulders and started steering him away. "It's imperative to look after him when he gets like this, otherwise he'll forget to eat or sleep."

"Gracious," said Gabriel, who was apparently tagging along as intended.

"God, this is beautiful," Henry muttered. If he wasn't careful, he was going to start crying. "And you were just going to—to give it away?"

"What?" said Gabriel. "Oh. I suppose. Haven't much use for it."

"Use? I don't envy you, then," said Henry. "But I'll buy it off you, if you're determined to be rid of it."

"Oh no you won't," Robert scolded. "We've talked about this, Henry, I'll not have you winding up destitute."

"You needn't worry," said Gabriel. "If he wants it, it's his. Clearly . . . already it's in better hands than mine."

Henry looked up at him, starstruck. The corners of Gabriel's mouth were pinched, a little gleam in his eye.

"Robert, I'm leaving you," Henry said vaguely. "I have to marry this man."

Gabriel went off on a bluster to rival February, and Robert smacked Henry in the back of the head.

"Stop that at once," he admonished. "You've embarrassed the poor fellow, and we've both of us done enough of that for one day."

"But Robert—" Henry pleaded, clutching the book to his chest.

"Yes yes, keep the book, but don't go proposing to strangers, God's sake," said Robert. He looked over Henry's head at Gabriel. "He doesn't mean anything by it."

"Hm," said Gabriel, rubbing his mouth with his thumb. Robert went on talking, and Gabriel caught Henry's eye.

Thank you, Henry mouthed.

Subtly, but with a great deal of gravity, Gabriel winked.

After his fourth glass of wine, Gabriel finally started to loosen up.

"So you're a lawyer, are you?" Robert asked, four glasses deep himself. Henry had not let go of the book yet, but he'd also had his fair share of wine. They were all three in Robert's room, mostly because it was the nicest.

"Nearly," said Gabriel. "Exams and things, you know."

"I daresay you'll make a fine one," said Robert. "I believe I saw you the other day, or a photograph of you."

"Did you?" said Gabriel, frowning.

"Yes, in the dictionary. Right next to lawyer."

"Oh, well," said Gabriel, and muttered at length.

"Robert is a career flatterer," said Henry.

"And Henry is a career recluse who wishes he could be a career flatterer," Robert said, kicking him amicably.

"I'm learning," Henry said, defensive.

"Whatever the both of you are," Gabriel said, "you've got very good taste in wine."

"I have, thank you," Robert said, pressing a hand to his chest. "Henry will drink anything you give him."

"I've got taste," Henry objected.

"A taste for excesses," said Robert, quirking an eyebrow at him. Henry shrank into himself, squirming.

"Very good taste in books," said Gabriel.

Heat rose to Henry's cheeks. He took a sip of his wine to cover his blush. If he drank enough, he'd stop feeling embarrassed altogether—but that would be his taste for excesses coming into play. The wine turned bitter on his tongue.

"One would hope," Robert said. "He spends enough time buried in them."

"Working," Henry mumbled.

"Fairy tales are not working," Robert scoffed.

"That would depend," Gabriel said slowly, "on the work. Hm?"

Robert sighed, rolling his eyes.

"I can see I'll gain no ground against the two of you," he said, flicking a hand theatrically. "Please do go on about your book club, while I drink the rest of this very fine wine."

Henry wrinkled his nose and shifted in his chair, then propped his feet up on Robert's leg.

"If you ever read anything other than party invitations, you might be able to join in," he said.

Robert elbowed him in the shin. "Ever so many parties, none of which you're invited to ever again. I shall have Gabriel come with me instead."

"I?" said Gabriel. Henry couldn't tell if he was affronted or simply shocked.

"You!" said Robert. "And why not? You seem a decent fellow."

"I am not a . . . party fellow," said Gabriel. He took a pen out from his pocket and began fiddling with it.

"No?" said Robert, clapping a hand to his cheek in coquettish shock. "I never would have guessed! And you carry yourself with such aplomb."

"Robert's parties are unbearably dull," said Henry. "You'd fit right in."

"Henry!" Robert cried, scandalized.

"I—oh," said Henry, realizing what he'd said. "I'm sorry, I didn't honestly mean that—"

Gabriel had taken his pen and placed it on his face like a mustache, holding it against his nose by pursing his lips. He wiggled it at Henry with a twinkle in his eye.

"Ever so dull," he said, his mouth pinched to keep the pen in place.

"I do believe he's drunk," said Robert, delighted.

"If he is, it's your fault," said Henry.

"I'd hardly say fault. Would you, Gabriel?"

"No, no," said Gabriel. "Nor drunk."

"That's fixable!" Robert chirped.

"You are truly horrendous."

"I'm bribing him with Claret, Henry, it's an age-old tactic."

"Horrendous and insufferable."

"But effective," said Robert. He turned to Gabriel. "Gabriel, now that we've become better acquainted, I did hope I could ask a small favor of you."

"Oh?" said Gabriel.

"A tiny thing, really," said Robert. "Nearly insignificant. You wouldn't mind not mentioning to anyone what you saw earlier today, would you?"

Gabriel frowned. "I shouldn't have done so in the first place," he said.

Robert grinned at Henry and slapped him on the foot.

"I told you," he said, gloating. Henry put a hand over his eyes.

"I don't," Gabriel went on, "ordinarily go poking about in storage rooms. It's only that I had heard a clatter and thought perhaps something had got trapped inside."

"Oh, bless your darling heart," Robert said. "Henry, I believe we've found the only good man in Cambridge."

"No, no," Gabriel said again, a twinkle in his eye. "For you see, sir, now that I know my silence is worth something to you, I am determined to take advantage of it."

Henry leaned back, going cold in his chest. Robert's ease slipped out of place for just a moment as he winced.

"So much for that, then," he said, brittle. "What's your price?"

"Hm," said Gabriel. He swirled his glass. "Regular payments of fine wine and excellent company, I should think. That would suffice. Yes. I should be hard-pressed to keep quiet about a pair of strangers, but I would never dream of causing any distress to a couple of friends."

Robert blinked at him. Henry laughed, more out of relief than anything.

"You are a twisty man, Mr. Utterson," Robert said.

"I," Gabriel said, eyes a-twinkle, "am a lawyer." He raised his glass to the two of them. "It's what we do."

#tgs #the glass scientists #fanfic #jekyon #lankyll #bleeding heart #(around that time anyway)