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burning-fcols · 9 months

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✩ 「 @shining-stxrs 」 ✩ - Continued from ★

「 ☆ 」 Breath catches with a start at the unexpected voice, Addison squeaking with surprise as he instinctively tries to scramble away. Back presses harder against the wall, tail fluffed in a learned fear— not through any fault of the Incubus —as it takes a moment for Addi to realize who is in front of him. Blurred vision clearing as he wipes at his eyes, imagined threats ( nightmares that have yet to stop haunting him no matter how many years pass ) fade into a well-known sight. Chest pattering with quick breaths, Addison shakily sucks in a calming one, slowly but surely composing himself. Were it anyone else, this show of abrupt paranoia would have further frazzled the fennec. But, bittersweet as it may be, Tom is one of the few people who know about Addi’s… jumpiness.

He’s one of the few who used to be able to help with it.

Grateful that Tom is keeping his distance— a show of familiarity that makes Addison’s chest strangely tight —he exhales a long, exhausted breath. Bringing his knees back to his chest, arms languidly rest atop of them. Fur settles on his tail, fluffed hair following suit. Big, sorrowful eyes look up at Tom, the fennec too tired to try and hide his pained expression. There’s no point to it… Tom already knows what an idiot he was.

❝ O-Oh… Um. Thanks Tom. ❞ Addison awkwardly replies, voice weak from crying. Clearly unsure what to do or say— why is Tom being so nice to him? He would assume the Incubus would be ecstatic things went so horribly —he brushes a wet strand of hair out of his face, ❝ That was… really nice of you. ❞ As nice as beating the shit out of someone could be. But in this situation, soaked and shivering and sitting on the floor, Addison can’t say he disapproves of it. Fresh tears brimming, tail curls tighter around himself. Expression crumpling, he sniffs and rests his flushed cheek on his arms, looking away from Tom. Sitting hunched on the ground, the already small male looks as if he’s trying to take up as little space as possible.

❝ … I’m such an idiot. ❞ Addison breathes, words full of self-inflicted venom. Barely hinting the air, they still seem to fill the empty hallway, ❝ I just... wanted him to like me. ❞ He should have known better than to try. Than to believe that— Chuckling weakly, Addi brushes his bangs out of his face, ❝ I sure have great taste in guys huh? ❞ Realizing WHO he's talking to as soon as the words are out of his mouth, Addison winces before looking at Tom with a surprisingly apologetic grimace. ❝ Sorry. Uh— No offense. ❞ Not that Addison can say he's wrong. 「 ☆ 」

#burning-fcols #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴏʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇꜱ; ɪ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ❞ ¦ 「 Addison IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ; ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜɪɴᴇ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Addison 」#shining-stxrs #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱɪʟʜᴏᴜᴇᴛᴛᴇ; ᴀꜱᴋɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Tom 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ; ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ꜱᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Addison and Tom 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ‘ᴛɪʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅᴏ ᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘʜᴀꜱᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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monmuses · 5 months

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Anonymous asked: “Oh thank goodness I found you! I kinda got lost for awhile.” @shining-stxrs (raggedy Ann for Andy)

"I was lookin' for you!" In that moment, Andy did not hesitate to run to his sister, resting both hands on her shoulders and checking for any damage done on her. Even with being out of sight for not too long, he wanted to be careful with her especially. Even the smallest stitches had more impact on their fabrics than they expect them to be.

"Nothin' pulled your stitches? You're okay?" All of his little questions were quick, but he was fixing her hair, bringing a hand to her cheek. He was a big, tough, and strong boy for a reason, but only was soft for his sister. "You scared me there, Annie! Where'd you run off to, anyway?"

#✨{𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔰; (𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔶𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔰)#✨{𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡; (𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡)#✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯)#✨{𝔦 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔡𝔶‚ 𝔦 𝔤𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔶; (𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔶)#// *using big buff soft andy icons bc this headcanon is rotting my BRAIN rn

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stxr-bxster · 1 year

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@mechahero, @the27percent and @moonglittering started following stxr-bxster

“Oh... cosmic horror space. That’s... fun.” It’s not to Krigg, given the slow, nervous and tired creak of her voice as her stylus hovers over her map of the galaxy, jotting down a few new metrics in small purple text.

There was a lot for her to hate in the universe. Warp gate taxes, evil empires, violent dystopian worlds, the Horde, orbital stations that charged 7.35 standard credits for a lukewarm cup of stimulant that tasted like piss water...

But she had a special place in her heart for anything that related to supernatural points of distortion, which seemed to crop up in the universe like landmines of bad taste. Be they as spaces in the galaxy where the fabric of reality had crapped its metaphorical pants, or as entities of bullshit min-maxing floating around in the great galactic soup, it was always a special sort of displeasure dealing with them. And by dealing with them, Krigg meant keeping between her and their weird ass a few light years of distance, minimum.

As much as they were violently unpredictable, those spots of reality-bending nonsense rarely were omniscient. They couldn’t torment, pick on, bind to their will or otherwise fuck with something they had no way of knowing about.

Krigg much preferred it to remain that way. They weren’t always bad, or wildly destructive to their surroundings and the people they chose to interact with, or that just passed them by. Sometimes they were just regular-ass blokes. But those were infrequent enough occurences that she usually preferred to err on the sight of caution.

Come to think of it, she also liked to play keep-away with those few insular factions that tended to pop up unexpectedly across the map, changing and disappearing every other year. Those guys were always embroiled in some shady shit just to stay afloat, something that Krigg had no interest in. They could be good hiding spots - blank spaces with little surveillance or law enforcement, but lawless zones always came with a degree of risk. You could stick around long enough to lose whatever was chasing you, but any longer, and you’d either be in trouble, involved in something, or blackmailed into both.

#mechahero #the27percent #moonglittering

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canon-fcdder · 2 years

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"Lucky you gus. Your secret admirer strikes again." Matt said in a supposed uninterested tone as he handed off the gift basket full of baked goods. Which included fresh baked muffins, cookies and cupcakes. Even including a sweet note that told him to enjoy said treats and enjoy his day. Sure matt could've had someone else deliver his gift but he always loved to see his reaction to his gifts. Without knowing it was matt he truly seemed to be swooning for his admirer. "They seem to be really cheesy. A perfect fit for you right?"

- ✩ 「 @shining-stxrs 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 It’s become routine at this point, Gus waiting by his locker for a few minutes just in case there happens to be a delivery. Sometimes there’s nothing but more often than not, he’s met with the sight of Matt approaching laden with gifts from Gus’s secret admirer. One of the biggest mysteries of the young witch’s life, even more-so than the human realm curiosities that plagued his mind. And still do, no matter how much Luz tries to explain things to him.

Sucking in an excited breath when he notices Matt, it takes all his self control not to race over and get a closer look at the basket overflowing with treats. Bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, stars arise within Gus’s eyes as he exclaims, ❝ Oh my gosh— Look at all that! There’s so much today! ❞ His secret admirer must have been extremely busy, every one of the treats looking as if they were made with care. Tone contrasting with Matt’s uninterested one, Gus carefully takes the basket, sparkling gaze roaming over the array of goods, ❝ I can’t imagine how much work must have went into this... and it all smells so good! ❞

Holding the basket close, he shuffles it into his arm so that his free hand can read the note. Expression softening, warmth arises in his cheeks, spreading across his nose. ❝ Heh... Yeah... They really are, huh? ❞ Gus quietly replies through a lovestruck shy smile, only half-listening to Matt’s comment about his admirer. ❝ A perfect fit. ❞ He mumbles to himself, clearly engrossed by his own cheesy daydreams. Turning to his locker, he moves a small wooden box forward, opening it and placing the note within. Inside the box appears to be several more scraps of paper, Gus having saved every single note his admirer has given him.

❝ Oh— Hey, uh- D’ya want one? ❞ Gus says after closing the door, perking out of his haze as if remembering that Matt was still there, holding out the basket of treats towards the other boy with a sheepish grin, ❝ There’s plenty here and I mean, it’s the least I can do since you’ve been helping out so much. Delivering ‘ cheesy ’ gifts to me probably isn’t high on the list of Things You Want To Do With Your Time, huh? ❞

❝ Thanks, by the way... For helping out. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#canon-fcdder #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴏʟ; ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ❞ ¦ 「 Gus IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴜꜱ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Gus 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴜʟᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Mattholomule 」#shining-stxrs #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴇxᴏᴛɪᴄ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴏʟᴜɴᴛᴇᴇʀ; ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ; ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇꜱ? ❞ ¦ 「 Gus and Mattholomule 」

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kanejgirl · 2 years

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tagged by @stxr-thxif thank uuuu lovely 🫶🏻

hardcover or paperback, romantic story or thriller, fantasy or science fiction, audiobook or ebook, slow burn or crush at first sight, happy ending or open ending, childhood friends to lovers or enemies to lovers, exes to lovers or fake dating, forbidden love or soul mate, au or crossover?

#i lovveeee childhood best friends to lovers soooo much btw every ship other than kanej thats ever affected me has been that #fia.txt

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imherongraystairstrash · 3 years

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Puzzles

A/N: Idk if this is good, but I wanted to write it so bad, so I did it because I can:

Ship: Sophideon + Family fluff

Title: Puzzles

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Sophie woke to the warmth of Gideon’s body and the crackling of the fire in the hearth. She could also hear the children, speaking in hushed tones and giggles. Cracking open an eye, she saw that they were currently sitting side-by-side by the coffee table, their backs facing her. Her left arm was resting on Gideon’s chest, and it rose and fell with his steady breathing.

She realized that their legs were tangled together under the thick blanket that she could only assume their children had placed over them. She closed her eyes and took a blissful stretch before resting her temple on her husband’s shoulder. He was still asleep, emitting soft snores that she felt in her belly.

They had been patrolling all night, and had barely gotten any sleep before their children woke them up again, ready to begin the day. Sophie and Gideon lasted until midday before they must have fallen asleep. The fact that they’d managed to stay awake that long surprised Sophie.

She wiggled her toes a little bit and adjusted herself, so that she could stretch the leg that was thrown over Gideon’s hips. His hand was warm on the small of her back, and she didn’t want to accidentally shift in such a way that would cause it to slip off her. Therefore, each movement was minuscule and delicate.

Gideon’s breath stirred the smallest tendrils of her hair. She looked up at him, brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead. She loved him very much. So much so, she often surprised herself, as she had never thought she could ever love someone again, after what had happened to her all those years ago. She kissed his jawline and put her ear to his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat against her cheek.

It was times such as these that she felt as if the world stopped at her fingertips; like no matter what happened, she would be fine, as long as she were here, with Gideon by her side and their children near.

She heard Gideon grunt softly, as he always did before he woke up, before slowly opening his eyes. He blinked a little, his dazed eyes slowly roaming the room, and closed them once more. He turned to where she was, resting the tip of his nose against her forehead.

“Good morning,” he muttered, his voice an octave deeper than usual and thick with sleep.

“Evening is more like it,” she replied, reaching up to stroke his impossibly soft hair.

She felt Gideon’s muscles shift as he stretched them, the hand he had on her waist tensing briefly as he did so.

Finally, Gideon let out a breath through his nose and said, “that was the greatest sleep I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

Sophie chuckled softly. “I would have thought the best sleep of your life would have been on our wedding night.”

Gideon opened his eyes and smiled, “we didn’t do much sleeping that night, though, did we?”

Sophie nudged him with her elbow. “Why is it that you’re only like this around me? You act diplomatically and mature to everybody, and yet you say the most scandalous things when it is just us.”

Gideon pressed a soft and lasting kiss on her lips. He then brought his lips close to her ear and muttered, “I’m not trying to woo everybody else,” before kissing the spot where her jawline began.

Sophie’s eyes shuttered closed, Gideon’s warm breath sending shivers down her spine, but she turned her face away from him and nodded in the direction of their children. “We should spare them the sight of their parents kissing.”

Gideon turned to where they were huddled around the puzzle. Sophie resisted the urge to turn his face towards her and kiss him regardless.

He looks back at her soon enough, his sea green eyes bright in the soft light the fire emitted.

“They’re not paying attention.” He said, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face with his knuckle. “They have their backs to us.”

“They could turn around at any second and begin shrieking, like two of them did last time.” Sophie said.

It was no mystery to anybody who the two that had done said shrieking were.

Gideon presses his lips together at the memory of that before raising his eyebrows and smirking.

“What’s that smirk all about?” Sophie asked.

Before Sophie could so much as to guess what it could be about, Gideon turned on his side and lifted the thick blanket so that it shielded them from the children.

“How is this?” He asked, kissing her nose.

Sophie huffed out a laugh. “It’s better, I suppose. At least this way, our eardrums will remain intact.”

“Hallelujah.” Gideon said, flashing her a dazzling smile, that made her insides melt. She put both of her hands on either side of his face and lowered his lips towards her own. They kissed softly, unrushed and lavishingly so.

Gideon was so warm. His body seemed to emit heat when he slept, which meant that right now, his skin was hot enough that it felt as though Sophie were standing right in front of a furnace. It ended up working in their favor, because whenever Thomas gets too cold at night, they plant him next to Gideon and he’s able to fall asleep. They’re absolutely adorable when they sleep together, if Sophie does say so herself.

Sophie giggled against his lips, causing them to break apart.

“What?” Gideon asked, his smile soft as he kissed the corners of her lips.

“I just thought about something silly.” She said, spreading her hands on his chest and roaming upward, intertwining them at the nape of his neck.

“Would you care to elaborate?”

Sophie shook her head giggling.

“Come now,” he said, playfully, “I’m dying of curiosity.”

“Alright. I was thinking about the time you slipped off the roof while we were patrolling in London.”

Gideon laughed through his nose, burying his nose in a particularly sensitive spot of her neck. “I’m never living that down, aren’t I?”

Sophie shrugged her left shoulder and kissed Gideon’s bottom lip when he lifted his head.

“Not a chance.”

His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed her shamelessly, his hands sending shivers through her as they travelled up and down the sensitive skin of her waist and hips.

“We should stop,” Gideon said, breaking apart. “Before they realize we’re awake.”

“Yes, I suppose we should.” Sophie said.

They kissed once, twice and then thrice (for good measure) before reemerging from the blanket.

Once they’d gotten over their daze, they arranged themselves in each other's arms, fitting like pieces of a puzzle, and gazed towards their children. They were quiet as they built a puzzle Sophie had left out for them while she and Gideon rested on the couch for a while. They hadn’t expected to fall asleep, but thankfully, the children were still entertained by the puzzle. Barbara had a blanket over her shoulders and had placed little Thomas in her crossed legs, periodically hugging him and adjusting the blanket, so that he didn’t get cold.

Thomas, on the other hand, took every opportunity Barbara was looking away to try to crawl out from the blankets and watch the puzzle-making action.

Eugenia was humming to herself, picking up random pieces and fitting them together. Every time she’d manage to get them to go together, she’d get up and do a little twirl, before sitting down once more and starting the whole process all over again.

Thomas was the first to realize they’d woken up. He gave them a toothy grin and crawled out of Barbara’s arms. Using the table to slowly get to his feet, he padded over to Eugenia.

When he got close enough, however, Sophie reached over Gideon’s chest and scooped him up. She tucked him into her arms and kissed his little cheeks.

“You’ve been caught by the love monster.” She said tickling and attacking him with kisses. Thomas giggled and tried to squirm away from her, but she held on tighter.

Part of her wants to hold Thomas forever. It felt like just yesterday he’d been born, four months and two weeks premature. He was still so small and light in her arms and got sick far too easily, but she thanked the Angel everyday for his life. Her miracle child. Who seemed very keen on getting away.

She stopped peppering him with kisses enough to hold him away so that she could see his face.

“You don’t love the Love Monster?”

He met her stare before putting his hands on her cheeks and kissing her forehead. Sophie

raised her eyebrows at him and when he giggled again, she tucked him in her arms.

“No,” she heard a soft voice say.

She pulled back. “What?”

“I love Mama, not the Love Monster.”

Gideon chuckled and ruffled his hair.

Sophie gave Thomas a final kiss on the forehead and let him go to his sisters.

They watched their children put puzzle pieces together, Eugenia aggressively so, going so far as to slam her fist upon two tricky pieces.

“Mama! Papa! Do you like it?” Eugenia said, gesturing towards the unfinished puzzle.

They both craned their necks to see.

“Oh. Erm…”

“We love it!” Sophie said.

“It’s lovely.” Gideon added.

When the kids turned around again, Sophie covered her mouth.

“There’s not a single puzzle piece that’s connected to its corresponding partner, is there?” Gideon asked.

“No, I’m afraid that in the hours we’ve been asleep, they haven’t managed to piece any together correctly.” Sophie said.

Gideon pressed his lips together and shrugged. “Well…”

“They’ll get more intelligent with age.” Sophie said.

“Yes, yes. I should think so.”

“I should hope so.”

They looked at each other and smiled, and then laughed, perfectly content with the life they had made for themselves.

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ninacarstairss · 3 years

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PARABATAI WEEK -> day 2, Will Herondale and Jem Carstairs @carstairgray & @clarys-heosphoros

tw mention of blood

“They really should start sending us after more dangerous demons” Will said, his head turning to look at Jem as he walked up to him, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “They're wasting all our potential.”

Jem grinned back at his parabatai and Will threw his arm around his shoulders as they made their way back to the institute. Charlotte had sent them off on a mission to neutralize some demons on the banks of the river Thames, near Blackfriars bridge. It was a small horde of ravener demons, easy to take down for Jem, Will and Henry.

As soon as they'd defeated the demons Henry ran back to the institute babbling something about a new antidote to the raveners' poison he had to work on, and Jem and Will stayed behind to apply iratzes where the demons had scratched them and to catch some breath.

“I know you're rather fond of hydra and raum demons, my friend” Jem countered as they walked. “But not all demons can have laughable protuberances.”

“Oh, come on, that hydra demon from two weeks ago had somehow managed to knot two of its necks together and couldn't free itself.” Jem rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to speak, but Will cut him off before he could. “I saw you stifle a laugh too, James Carstairs.”

Jem's cheeks flushed pink and Will smirked at him.

Tuned out he really couldn't lie to his parabatai. Jem threw his head back and laughed with Will, then they fell into lighthearted conversation as they closed in on Fleet Street.

The adrenaline of the battle still coursed through them both and Jem only saw the new ravener demon when it was too close to them. His jaw clenched and Will understood and turned with him, a hand going to his sword without hesitation, his senses sharpening again. Jem felt Will move beside him, but the demon took a leap and climbed up the nearest building. Jem threw a dagger at it and severed one of its legs, causing it to fall off the wall, but not hurting it enough to kill it. He lunged forward and sliced a cut on its side as Will slashed another of its legs off, their movements swift and sure, steadied by the strength of the parabatai in battle.

Jem managed to cut the demon's tail and it soon vanished back to its dimension, but before he could see or hear it, another ravener demon crawled up to him from behind, and Will lunged forward to cover him as it attacked.

Everything seemed to happen too fast. Jem saw Will running to him and throwing his blade at the demon, but before he could kill it, the tail reached his chest. Then he saw Will fall on the ground and the world seemed to vanish. He ran to him, slashing at the demon and sending it back to its dimension, but his vision was blackened at the edges and his chest hurt. He kneeled besides his parabatai and took out his stele. Will's blue eyes were closed and his breaths ragged and heavy.

“Will. Will, wake up. Open your eyes!” Jem drew three iratzes on his chest and Will's eyes fluttered open; Jem let out the breath he'd been holding.

“Jem” Will whispered, before a violent cough shook his body. He coughed blood.

Jem drew another iratze on Will's chest but the wound didn't seem to grow any smaller and the blood wouldn't stop flowing. He felt a wave of panic catch hold of him as the pain in his chest widened. He felt heavy and lost, and Will was shutting his eyes again. “Will don't close your eyes, please. Stay with me.”

Jem drew another iratze, then another one, but nothing happened. Will's breathing was slowing and he was loosing too much blood. Jem felt him slipping away. He summoned all the strength he could muster, picked up Will and ran to the institute.

———

Everything in him hurt, and Jem couldn't tell whether it was the aftermath of the battle, the effort of carrying Will, the yin fen low in his blood or Will's own pain getting to him. But he didn't care about his own pain as two Silent Brothers told him that Will's wound was deep, no vital organs were damaged but his situation was delicate.

“Will he recover?” asked Charlotte from beside him.

We cannot know yet. We will come back tomorrow to see that the injury is not infected.

Jem let the words sink in. He couldn't find anything to say or ask.

He walked in the infirmary and as his eyes laid on Will's body, still on the white sheets, his heart skipped several beats. It felt wrong. Will was always moving, always talking, always full of life. Now he laid too still, his face expressionless and his blue eyes shut.

Jem took a deep breath, then he grabbed a chair and sat besides his parabatai. He took one of Will's hands in his and brought it to his lips. “My Will” he whispered against his scarred knuckles.

———

For four days Jem didn't leave Will's side. The Silent Brothers came to check on his parabatai’s injury and they seemed less hopeful every passing day. Charlotte came in too, every day. Jem knew it costed her dearly: he could see the pain and guilt in her eyes, the fear of the knowledge that Will might not wake and that she would have been the one to send him off to his last mission. Jem wished to console her, to reassure her that Will did it to save Jem and he would have done the same for his parabatai, and that Will was stubborn and no one could have stopped him. He wished to tell her not to worry, because his parabatai would open his eyes again. But the words caught on his lips every time he tried to speak them.

Henry, Sophie and Jessamine visited too, but the sight of Will, so silent and still troubled them too. Charlotte brought in food for Jem and pleaded him to eat and go to sleep for a while, she would watch over Will, but Jem couldn't leave and he wasn't hungry.

When the Brother came back on the fourth day Jem only heard their words from a great distance.

We cannot do anything more. Should he not wake in the next 48 hours his condition will worsen.

Jem's breathing hitched. He felt something inside him break as he sat back next to Will. His Will. The other half of his soul.

He felt the thread between them loosen, he had been feeling it for days, but he clung to it like a lifeline. A tear rolled down his cheek as he leaned on and pressed his forehead to Will's, closing his eyes. “You do not get to leave first” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “You don't get to leave me alone on this earth, Will Herondale. That is not how it was supposed to go.” His voice broke and he let the tears roll down, unable to stop the pain that was invading his heart. Jem took his parabatai's hand and squeezed it hard, willing him to open his eyes, to protest about the tight grip and make one of his witty remarks. “Prove me” he continued, “how truly stubborn you are. Prove me Raziel would truly send you back out of annoyance. Come back to me, Will.”

———

When he opened his eyes the light of morning painted the room in tones of yellow and gold. He didn't remember falling asleep. He shouldn't have fallen asleep.

He turned his head with a swift movement and his breath caught. Will was awake. Strands of dark curls clouded his eyes, open and beautifully blue, his face was still paler than usual but his features were relaxed and his lips curved in a smile. His hand was still clutched in Jem's.

“Oh Will.” Jem surged forward and hugged his parabatai, nuzzling his head in the curve of his neck and burying his hands in his dark hair. He heard Will chuckle and everything in the world and inside him fell back into place.

“Easy, easy” Will said, laughing softly. “I still have a massive gash somewhere around my person, I hear. Let us hope it won't scar my beautiful body too badly.”

Jem drew back and laughed as he apologized, but he stayed close to Will and drank the brilliance of his smile and the light gleaming in his eyes.

Will was finally awake.

“Oh, Will” he repeated, resting a hand on Will's cheek. “I was so worried. I felt– I felt something slitting our bond and I thought– ”

“I know” Will said before he could finish. “I felt it too. And it was worse than the pain of the wound.” He squeezed Jem's hand. “I'm sorry” he said.

“Don't you dare apologize.” Will smiled and dipped his head. “But don't ever do this again, please.”

Will's eyes met his and his parabatai’s smile grew bigger. He nodded firmly and pulled Jem in for another hug.

Jem knew that was a frail promise. Will would throw himself in front of any demon to shield Jem countless times again, if it meant he would save his life. And so would Jem. They would be in that room again, tending to wounds less serious, he hoped, but it would happen. It was the life they’d been given. it was the life they chose.

The words of the parabatai oath echoed in the back of his mind and he thought of how much of a gift and an honour it was to have, and to be, a parabatai, but how much strength it required, too.

And, as he watched the light shine in Will's eyes, he thought that Will had been his strength all along, when he couldn't fight for himself or find hope in the depth of his bones. Will was his heart, and he’d been too close to losing him.

tag list: @cordaisya @im-not-ruined-im-ruination @surrounded-by-exquisite-clutter @stxr-thxif @icycoolslushie @writeforjordelia @gabtapia @fair-childd @clarys-heosphoros (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

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rainingpouringetc · 3 years

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freckles

a thomastair ficlet | read on ao3 | inspiration

Gentle morning light filtered in through the window to paint Thomas’ face where he slept on the couch, an arm tucked behind his head and a book open on his chest. Alastair smiled fondly at the sight as he knelt beside the couch. He’d been out all night on patrol and had told Thomas not to wait up—it seemed he hadn’t heeded the request.

Careful as he could, Alastair reached out a hand and plucked up the book, glancing at the title before he set it aside: Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. Fitting, he supposed.

The movement was enough to cause Thomas to stir. His eyes fluttered open and focused on Alastair with some difficulty. “Good morning, love,” he said thickly, rubbing at his eyes and attempting to sit up.

Alastair pushed him back down, saying, “Wait here, aziz-am, I’ll be back in just a moment.” He didn’t wait for Thomas respond before he rose, toeing off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket and weapons belt, leaving them on a nearby chair. He was still in gear, but at least it was clean.

Thomas had sat up anyway and was now watching Alastair with an soft expression of love that never ceased to make Alastair’s heart thud. “How was patrol?” Thomas asked in a whisper.

Alastair hummed and sank into Thomas’ lap, looping an arm around his shoulder and resting a hand at the base of his neck. “Nothing to report. Thought you’d be in bed by the time I got back.”

It wasn’t quite a question, but Thomas answered anyway: “I wanted to see you as soon as you came home.”

Alastair couldn’t help but smile and press a kiss to Thomas’ forehead. As he pulled away, his eyes caught on the small spattering of freckles that dusted Thomas’ cheeks and nose. He grinned. “Have I ever told you,” he whispered, “how much I love your freckles?”

Thomas immediately looked taken back, only managing to blush and stammer out, “N-no, I, er, don’t think you have,” before Alastair leaned forward and pressed his lips to a cluster of them on his nose.

“Well, shame on me, then,” Alastair said, kissing Thomas’ cheek once, twice, “for not telling you sooner.”

Thomas huffed a laugh and his breath was warm against Alastair’s face. They each leaned forward at the same time, lips colliding awkwardly in a slow, sweet kiss. Alastair smiled into it, reveling in the feeling of being here with Thomas, being able to lean into his touch and forget momentarily about the aches and bruises of their lives—and the ones ghosting Alastair’s abdomen, which unfortunately made their presence known at Thomas’ touch.

“Thought you said there was nothing to report,” Thomas said when Alastair grimaced and lifted the hem of his shirt to reveal reddish-purple stained skin.

“I might’ve been tackled to the ground by Kamala to avoid a Shax demon and landed badly,” he admitted, “but that was the worst of it, I swear. I used an iratze and everything.”

“You should rest,” Thomas said immediately. “It’s only six-thirty,” he added with a glance at the clock. “Go to bed now and I’ll have breakfast ready by nine.”

Alastair shook his head but Thomas was already rising, gathering him in his arms and carrying him through their flat to their shared room. Before Alastair could protest, he was being lowered onto the bed. Thomas untangled their limbs and started to pull away but Alastair caught a fistful of his shirt. “Only if you stay here.”

Though Thomas looked at him with exasperation, Alastair could tell he was secretly pleased as he sank onto the bed beside him and turned so they were facing each other.

The full weight of the night settled on Alastair. He reached out and found Thomas’ hands waiting to pull him closer. He felt the deep warmth of sleep pulling his eyes shut, but before he could drop out entirely, he leaned forward and pressed one last kiss to the freckles on Thomas’ cheek. “Beautiful.”

tagging @littlx-songbxrd @thewarthatsavedmylife @anarmorofwords @foxglove-airmid @ninacarstairss @stxr-thxif @lifewouldbebetteronmars lmk if you want to be added/removed, i feel like i’m missing ppl lol

#tlh #the last hours #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #thomastair #tlh fanfic #artie tries to write

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shootlngstxr · 2 years

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Im glad you appriciate frankie stein from monster high

HOW DID YUO FUCKING KNOW I LIKED THAT HWY DID U SENT THAT ASK 0.5 SECODNS I LIKED THE FANRAT

#caps tw #stxr sightings

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burning-fcols · 6 months

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"Hey autumn you're not busy after school are you? Cause I was thinking we could hang out. I'd been meaning to get to know you better. We could go to a movie or I could take you out to eat. Without rusty tagging along if that's alright." (aiden) - ✩ 「 @shining-stxrs 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 Completely taken off-guard by the sight of Aiden approaching him, Autumn nearly drops his oversized stack of books. Comprised of both his work as well as several other people in his class, surprisingly-capable arms keep the wobbling tower from falling apart. Stiffening with an intake of breath, wide eyes glance around the hall, checking to see if he's truly the panther's target. Search proves fruitless, the athletic feline stopping right in front of the more delicately-framed deer.

Cheeks dusting pink when Aiden SPEAKS to him— Autumn hadn't thought the other male even knew his name —ears fall back despite the deer's best efforts, a breathless chuff of a laugh slipping past his weak but cordial smile, ❝ R-Really? I uh, well... Actually I was going to— ❞ Gaze wanders down to the books in his hold, truth on the tip of his tongue. Of course fate would pile a bunch of work onto him right before having the guy he's been secretly ( if one could call the awestruck looks and haphazard rushing away whenever Aiden so much as glanced in his direction a ❛ secret ❜ ) crushing on for weeks ask to spend time with him.

There MUST be a hidden agenda within the offer. Aiden probably has something he wants Autumn to do for him and hasn't gotten the memo that all he needs to do is ask the people-pleasing deer. Still, Autumn can't bring himself to tell Aiden. The thought of being around the panther, stemmed from pity or manipulation as Autumn is sure it must be, far too tempting to resist. It definitely beats his plan to work himself to exhaustion... ❝ —do nothing. I had no plans whatsoever! ❞

Hastily shoving his books back into his locker, he slams the door shut before leaning against it in what he hopes is a nonchalant manner. He can remain on schedule if he simply doubles up on his work tomorrow. Arms crossed, he barks out a nervous laugh, ❝ I would be delighted to hang out with you. Whatever you'd like to do, I'm not picky at all... In fact, it would be an opportunity for me to get to know you better as well. Not to sound like I'm just repeating your sentiment but, I've actually been wanting to. ❞

Clearing his throat into a closed fist, Autumn chokes down the regret bubbling inside at the confession. Flashing a smile at the panther, a hand brushes through his bangs, ❝ For a while now. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#burning-fcols #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀꜱʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ❞ ¦ 「 Autumn IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟ; ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Autumn 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴏᴜᴛʀᴜɴ ᴀ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ❞ ¦ 「 Aiden 」#shining-stxrs #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ; ‘ᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Autumn and Aiden 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ? ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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before the line

alastair carstairs fic

inspired by this song || read on ao3

There was a time, long ago, when Alastair Carstairs loved life. There was a time when he’d sneak out of whatever house his family was staying in that month just to stare up at the stars and count them, one by one, until he lost track and turned to thanking each and every one. There was a time when he relished in the simple joys of his sister’s laugh and grass between his toes and the smell of treats baking in the oven. There was a time when the weight on his shoulders and in his chest was bearable, when he could push it aside and choose to count his blessings.

There was a time when he used to smile up at the sky.

That time is long past.

Now, Alastair stares up at the sky in puzzlement, reaching for that past he’s let grow distant, trying to understand why that feeling isn’t there anymore—why that happiness is gone.

The world has changed since Alastair’s childhood—or perhaps it’s just him that’s different—and he can no longer see the crests and vales that once made life so lovely and beautiful to look at. It’s as though everything is flatter, dimmer now, and he cannot figure out where the light went or how to get it back.

He’s tried. God knows, he’s tried.

•••

Once, when Alastair was a small child, before he was ever burdened with the knowledge of his father’s proclivities or the struggles of his mother’s past, he laid on his back at night and stared up at the ceiling and made himself a promise.

He promised himself that he’d see life as a privilege. He promised himself that he’d make the most of it. Above all, he promised himself that he’d be happy, even if he had to choose it for himself, even if the world was hellbent on making him miserable.

He had no idea just how relentless the world could be.

•••

Something happened, Alastair is sure, to snuff out the fire he once saw in life. Something changed. He doesn’t know what.

He wonders if it was his fault.

He wonders if he was the one who let it go.

•••

The more Alastair thinks about it, there’s a very clear before and since in his life. The line that separates these parts of his life—so disparate they might as well be entirely different lives—is something of a conundrum, though. There was no single event that shifted his entire worldview. It was more a cascade of smaller events that wore him down. It was more of a wall than a single line.

The before is tricky to think about. Before sits behind glass panes in his mind, vivid and distant and full of feelings seemingly inaccessible to him now.

If before is unreachable, then since is untethered.

Since is feeling as though he’s floating away; since is desperately trying to claw his way back to earth and back to the line; since is telling himself on better days that it’s fine if he never gets it back; since is being angry because he knows he never will.

•••

Alastair knows he’s broken his promise to his younger self. He��s let his jaded outlook on life dampen any excitement he once felt at the sight of shooting stars and pill bugs and fields bursting with flowers. A part of him is disappointed in himself for not being able to keep this one simple promise.

A larger part of him is furious at his younger self for making the promise in the first place. Young Alastair promised him he’d be alright, he promised him life would never get in the way of happiness.

Sometimes, in the cold, swirling darkness of night, the anger is all Alastair has to hold onto.

•••

The sky has not bared its secrets to him again, not since the line. No matter how much he squints and shouts at it, the sun remains stoic and unmoved. He asks it if he’s died. He’s sure he has, sometimes—he’s sure that this must be what hell feels like.

He remembers how Shakespeare wrote, “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” If that’s true, it would explain the loneliness.

•••

Most of the time, Alastair just wants to go home. He’s not quite sure where home is anymore, somewhere between Persia and his mother’s tea and Thomas’s arms, but he wants to go back there. He longs for the safety and peace of before.

He thinks he’ll have to settle for this, though, for these glimpses of muffled ecstasy in an increasingly dim, gray world.

Home can wait. It has for years.

•••

The line affects his life in ways he didn’t at first expect. He never thought, for instance, that it would be so difficult to explain his actions in that time when the line was first solidifying, when the bricks of the wall were sliding into place. The fuzziness of his memories from then certainly doesn’t help.

When it’s demanded that he give ample reasoning for his behavior at the Academy, he cannot.

When he’s asked what made him so sour and bitter and awful, he can only stammer half-excuses.

When he’s given the opportunity to keep his promise, to be happy and loved, he turns away.

Another star dies, and another flame goes out, and the world grows dimmer.

•••

The world used to be brighter, Alastair is certain of it.

He doesn’t know where the fire went.

He wonders what happened.

He wonders if it was his fault.

He wonders if he was the one who let it go.

tags (lmk if you want to be +/- or if i forgot you) @littlx-songbxrd @thewarthatsavedmylife @anarmorofwords @foxglove-airmid @ninacarstairss @stxr-thxif @writeforjordelia @lifewouldbebetteronmars (yes i did lose my tag list again so pls tell me if i forgot anyone lol)

#this one is... angstier than usual and for that i'm a little sorry? only a little tho #dodie really said 'here's a song that entirely sums up ur childhood' and left me to deal with the repercussions on my own huh #you guys get to deal with the fallout which is me projecting onto my comfort characters :)#tlh fanfic #alastair carstairs #tlh #artie's writing

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celestialflamesme · 3 years

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| ROMEO, ROMEO, WHY ARE YOU ROMEO? | A Rowen One-shot | Fairy Tail |

Ships: Wendy Marvel x Romeo Conbolt

Tag list: @primaverafrog @luna-chan00 @biorckstudios18 @animaration-fts @cxndy-stxrs Excuse my horrible writing, I'm super drowsy coz of meds😅

Fairy Hills was the prettiest apartment ever (but maybe she was biased because she lived there) Wendy was currently out on her balcony, legs propped on the arms of her chaise and admiring the lovely hedge walls she'd help trim (Erza-nee got a little too excited with the hedge-scissors)

"I still can't believe you did that," Chelia guffawed.

Wendy replayed last week's events in her mind, wincing yet again.

...........

Working at Fairy Tail was like a dream come true. Wendy had come upon it by chance when her old Academy shut down without any warning. She blamed herself for what'd happened and was this close to giving up on theatre and dancing when Erza-nee decided to intervene.

"Work on that spin ONE MORE TIME! MORE PASSION!" Erza yelled, wielding the script as if it were a sword. (She might be scary at times, but Onee-san meant well.)

Chelia harrumphed through the call. "This is taking foreverrrrr."

"Chelia, you've been playing Among us for 2 hours." Wendy sighed, "You're one to talk about taking long."

"But I WANT TO TAKE YOU TO THIS CUTE CAFÈ!! WITH CATS!!"

"Half an hour moreee." The bluenette groaned. "Plus I still can't get this spin right!"

"Ah, that's why you've been working so hard," Wendy did not like how smug her friend sounded. "Isn't this the part where you meet the Soldier?"

Of course! Chelia, as her 'Official best-friend and Matchmaker!' would never rest until she found "love".

Unfortunately for her, Wendy, as a rule, was usually unbothered by romance of any sort.

It wasn't like she hated the idea; she found it quite adoreable that her friends growing up found 'their lobsters'. Some had their heart broken but they still tried with all they had, a fact that made it really hard to hate romance. (She was saying 'romance' way too much, wasn't she?)

The point was, she just didn't think she? was? a? well-suited? romantic? partner? In pre-school, the idea of a prince riding on a white horse and carrying her away made her:

A: Nauseous, because well, motion-sickness.

B: Wary, because "Porly-san said that if a stranger was to ever talk to her, she had to use the pepper spray in the left corner pocket of her backpack and if that didn't work, Erza-nee's pocket-knife would do just fine!" (Her teacher almost fainted that day.)

Well that and she'd never had a relationship to begin with, ever.

Crushes, sure. She'd had a few over the years. But considering her lack of courage? Or maybe it was the combined elder brother influence of Natsu-nii, Gajeel-nii and Erza-nee that scared away most boys. (Her last crush was scarred for his life....)

And it wasn't like she had time for it too, considering her full-time job at Fairy Tail.

She was daydreaming again. Moving on....

She deadpanned, "Yes. That's the only reason I need to get this right. Not because the entirety of Magnolia will watch it."

"Glad to know!" Chelia clapped her hands gleefully. "Now, as Ooba san says, 'SPIN MY LOVELIES!!" And she cut the call.

The bluenette was a little worried about her new partner. Practice for the new play had begun 3 weeks ago and there was no sight of him (or her, Erza refused to divulge any details...) Apparently they were from another Academy and were joining practice tomorrow. And despite herself, Wendy really really wanted to prove herself to them.

Being the youngest didn't mean she was any less talented than the others, and she'd be damned if she gave anyone any reason to prove otherwise.

"NOW FROM THE TOP!!"

Wendy spun back and forth on her feet and as the beat began playing, she twirled and reached her hand out in a grabbing motion-

Anndddd she just punched a guy in his face.

"SHIT!!"

"FUCK, I'M SORRY!!"

.............

Her new partner, Romeo (Romeo from theatre, lol) insisted he was fine and that it was his fault for interrupting her routine. He also complimented her punch (Who does that?!!)

Or maybe he really wanted her to stop crying. (He had a nose-bleed!! She caused it!!! Was that not reason enough to cry?!)

She sniffled. "BUT SERIOUSLY, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! CAN I GET YOU ANOTHER BAG OF ICE?! I'M SO SO SORR-"

Romeo broke into a fit of laughter, making her blush (His laughter sounded like chiming bells. Was she even supposed to get attracted to partner's voices that way?)

Once his laughter subsided, a boyish smirk stretched lazily across his face at her pout.(Dear Mavis, he looked so pretty....)

"Romeo, at your service, ma'am!" He kissed the back of her hand. (Did she accidentally punch herself too? Was this all a hallucination?)

She spluttered, "U-uh Hi Wendy! SHIT," she dragged a hand across her face, making him chortle again, "I'm Wendy!"

................

The bluenette grumbled, "It's been 2 days, get over it."

"Nahhhh. I think I'll just let you drown in embarrassment for a few weeks," Her best friend swung her legs from where she was seated on the window ledge. "Ohhhh Ohhhh cute boy alert!"

"Uh-huh, sure," Wendy was too busy petting her kitten to pay her friend any attention.

"Anywho, how's the practice coming along? Is it awkward now between you two?" Chelia teased. Wendy gave a deadpan look and stroking Carla's fur, she mumbled, "We went out for lunch yesterday."

"WENDY MARVELL!!"

"CHELIA BLENDY!!! MY EARS!!!"

"Sorry," Chelia blushed. "Why the heck didn't you tell me this GODDANGIT?!!"

"Well uh." It was now Wendy's turn to blush. "I-"

"Cute guy keeps cycling past us. I think he's looking at you." Chelia commented with a raised eyebrow.

"Wait what?" Wendy tilted her head toward the wall separating Fairy Hills and the garden. Which is when her eyes met his own.

And Romeo, fair Romeo, crashed into the hedges.

..........

Both girls flinched. Wendy jumped off her seat and rushed downstairs, ignoring Chelia's surprised yelling.

"What are you doing here?!" She squeaked.

"We have got to stop meeting like this," Romeo groaned from where he was sprawled on the ground, "It's really not good for my lifespan and my ego."

Despite herself, she let out a giggle. "Get up, you...." Helping him up and dusting the weeds off his shoulders, she sighed. "You live nearby?"

"Well...."

"Do I even wanna know what you were doing cycling around here?" She rested her hand on her hip and raised a brow at his now perplexed expression. "Go on, I have all day."

"I was visiting a friend and uh, saw you at your balcony and wanted to say hi?" He scratched his neck, now colored pink. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

She huffed, "What am I going to do with you?" He looked at her with his little puppy dog-eyes (Drat. Foiled again!) and she gave in and smiled. "Let's get you cleaned up."

........

Seven minutes later, Romeo was sitting on her bed petting Carla, who'd taken a liking to him and ganging up on Wendy with Chelia.

"And the next second, she marches up to him and goes 'Excuse me, sir. But my friend wants a picture of your face. S-wait, WITH your face. FUCK, I MEAN WITH YOU!!' " Both were smacking the bed and laughing like there was no tomorrow.

Wendy groaned, her face buried in her hands, "Getting you two together was a bad idea."

"Aww, look at the widdle bluebug." Romeo teased.

"Cute, ain't she?" Chelia cheered. "So, when's the wedding?"

Pause.

"C-CHELIA!!"

"U-UM W-WEDDING?"

Chelia had a smug look on her face that Wendy did not like. "Well duh. You're his Juliet and he's your Peter Pan. Perfect, ain't it?!" She clapped her hands in delight.

Wendy felt like she was in a sauna with the way her face was heating up. One look at Romeo and she knew he felt the same.

"WHO RUINED MY PRECIOUS STRAWBERRIES?!!" A voice bellowed.

Chelia rushed to the window and turned to look at both with a pale face. "Uh oh, Titania's angry."

Romeo was visibly confused and scared for his life. Wendy felt faint.

"Haha, gotta go now guys! Bye Wen!" Chelia escaped through the door before Wendy could register her words.

"WHAT KIND OF FRIEND ARE YOU?!"

"The kind that doesn't want to die!" Her voice echoed from where she was downstairs. Damn it.

She locked gazes with Romeo. "I'll go assess the damage. You stay right there."

Romeo nodded.

She tiptoes into the garden, only to find Erza wielding a katana and looking deadly as ever.

"E-Erza-nee?"

The red-head turned to look at her with a menacing aura. Wendy gulped.

"What-what happened?" She dared ask.

"My precious strawberries are ruined." (Sure enough, the bush was uprooted. Oh dear.) Erza pointed at Romeo's bike with her katana. "The culprit will return for their bike and when they do, I WILL END THEM!!"

Well, there went any chance of negotiations. O-okay Erza-nee. I'll be upstairs if you need me."

Romeo had an eager look on his face when she returned. "So? What's the status?"

"Romeo," she stated calmly, "I mean this in the nicest way possible. You're dead."

He blanked. "Shit."

..........

"Operation: Run Romeo Run begins now, what's your status Little Boy Blue?" Wendy whispered through her earpiece. (Warren had given her a set for emergency situations.)

"In position, Tinker bell," Romeo's voice echoed through the other end. "You may begin!"

"ERZA-NEE, I MADE YOU SOME CAKE!!"

Sure enough, Erza rushed into the kitchen like her life depended on it, "Which kind?!!"

"Operation Stage 2 is a go, Boy Blue!" She whispered.

"This is DELICIOUS, Wendy!!" Erza nodded proudly. "I'll take it with me!'"

"NO!!!"

Erza narrowed her eyes suspiciously, "Why?"

"Be-because," Wendy stuttered, "I want to practice that spin once again!"

"Wendy," Erza grabbed her by her shoulders, "Dance hours are over. As a young girl, you must try socialising with your peers instead of practicing day and night. You'll tire yourself."

"I've reached the garden," Romeo said. "Is stage 3 a go?"

She hummed. Of course, both didn't anticipate-

"INTRUDER!! KILL MODE!!!" A siren rang in the distance and Wendy gulped.

She faintly registered a yelp from her earpiece.

Erza let out a war-cry and stalked outside.(Poor, poor Romeo) "THE INTRUDER IS HERE!! GET HIM!!"

Wendy shuddered, "RUN ROMEO RUN!!"

"I'M TRYING!!!" He squeaked, "SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE'S GOING TO KILL ME!!"

"COME HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE A TRUE WARRIOR, YOU FIEND!!!" Erza bellowed.

She leaned towards the window and watched as Erza chased Romeo (He was riding a bicycle and yet Erza was gaining in on him.)

"If I ever get out of this alive," Romeo groaned, "Would you go out with me?"

Wendy was grinning when she said, "Someone's gotta keep an eye on you, anyway."

...........

#fairy tail #romeo x wendy #wendy marvell #rowen #erza #romeo conbolt #dancer au #also based off of Romeo and Juliet a little bit #modern au?

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“She’s your ex girlfriend?” He gives a long pause. His gaze filled with intense rage. “I’m gonna kill her.” (Damien for pip)

- ✩ 「 @shining-stxrs 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 Oh no... This is not good. Not good at all.

What Estella is even DOING in South Park, he couldn’t begin to guess. But that’s a moot point, the damage already done and Damien already on the warpath.

Immediately rushing in front of Damien, trying and likely failing to block the aforementioned girl from the demon’s sights, he frantically waves his hands, words falling as hastily as his movements, ❝ No, no, no— Not my ex girlfriend! Miss Estella had absolutely NO romantic inclination towards me, I assure you! ❞ Perhaps they might have had a chance if Pip hadn’t moved out of London so hastily after Estella was freed from the influence of her caretaker... But honestly, no matter what might have been said or shown in the intensity of the final few moments they shared together, Pip can’t bring himself to believe it.

Everything beforehand, every dismissal of his feelings, every sign— the brit refusing to understand, no matter how blatant or brutal —ringing too clearly in his mind for Pip to accept anything else. Kind as Estella may have seemed towards him, the silence between them since he had left London speaks volumes. Meanwhile, Pip had lamented over what he deemed his lost love for far too long... A spiral of self-loathing only broken by suspicions that what he THOUGHT he felt may not have been entirely true, thanks to Damien’s arrival.

❝ And there is absolutely NO need for violence! ❞ Grabbing onto Damien’s hand, paying no heed to however hot they may be, he focuses upon his boyfriend’s eyes, offering what he hopes is a soothing, if concerned, smile, ❝ In fact, there’s no need to open old wounds whatsoever... I’m certain she’d rather forget I even exist, let alone be reminded of what a lovestruck twit I was around her. ❞ Tilting his head, he chuckles awkwardly and asks, ❝ Perhaps we ought to go- somewhere else? Where it’s less... upsetting? ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#south park tw #canon-fcdder #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘʜɪʟɪᴘ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴘɪᴘ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Pip IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴀɴ’ꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ; ꜱᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ❞ ¦ 「 Damien 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪ’ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇ; ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ❞ ¦ 「 Pip and Damien 」#shining-stxrs #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴇxᴏᴛɪᴄ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ; ɪ ᴀᴍ ʟʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」#(( tfw Pip and Estella were never Officially together... and Pip discovered he was Gay after meeting damien-#-so now he's like 'oh i guess that wouldnt have worked out after all' dfjkgjndjkgdf ))

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