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Gilded: All That Glitters

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary:

Your invitation to the Met Gala was straight out of a fairytale: a starry night, a beautiful dress, a million spotlights - and a certain charming co-chair in a coattail tux who unexpectedly swept you off your feet...

- Once upon a time, two grown-up theatre kids crossed paths at adult prom and made the absolute best of it. -

Rating: Mature (mild smut warning)

Words: 7611 (oops, I be dreamin')

Spotify playlist link, for when you get there

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Asexuality x Draco/Harry

This is written for the October 2017 Carnival of Aces hosted by @chrysocollatown. The topic is “Asexuality in Fandom”

Caveat: My awareness of the trends in the drarry fandom (through AO3 and tumblr) rises and falls, so I would have missed things. I welcome things to be pointed out to me.

TLDR SUMMARY:

  • The drarry fandom has a lot of good writing and AO3 tags are amazing in helping to navigate the romance minefield
  • In general, only authors who are well informed about asexuality include asexuality
  • the amount of asexuality in drarry fanwork hasn’t changed much over the years
  • I write ace!drarry mainly because I wanted something different+trope subversion
  •  ace!Drarry fic rec list
  • @dictacontrions #queer hp tag

Why is an asexual person in a shipping sector of fandom?

I was drawn to the drarry fandom because of a certain trans!Draco drarry fanfic (I previously briefly talked about that here), and stayed because the stories were really good. Even though I don’t personally do romance in my own life, I can still connect with the characters and the majority of their emotions, and how they interact with each other. In general, any disconnect I sometimes feel towards how the relationship between these characters are written are due to Other Reasons, like my personal preference for reading healthy relationships, for example.

A thing to note is that I’m fine with all the romance (and sex) if I’m forewarned about it, which I am in the drarry fandom—from the implicit assumption of a romantic and sexual relationship, and to all the lovely tags and categories on AO3. The lack of tags/forewarning is why I’m always wary of more ‘popular’ media, because I suspect there would be romance, but have no idea when/where/who it would pop up on suddenly.

How is asexuality portrayed in drarry fanworks?

Occasionally, side characters are made asexual (often Charlie Weasley). But overall, unless the fanwork has explicit LGBTQ+ themes, asexuality isn’t portrayed in drarry fanworks. In a twist of fate then, only authors who know well about asexuality and LGBTQ+ include asexuality, and as such, any portrayals of asexuality that do occur are good portrayals.

There are fics with and without sex, there are fics where both characters are ace, and fics where only one character is ace, and there are a number of different relationship styles.

The numbers, however, are stark. I made an almost exhaustive rec list of fics on AO3 with either Draco and/or Harry being asexual. The list has eleven fics, and if you take a look, you can see that there are six different authors (including me), i.e. the same authors write multiple ace fic and/or queer drarry fic.

Furthermore, there has been only a tiny increase in the number of asexual fics of late. The way asexuality is seen and talked about in fandom spaces hasn’t changed or increased since I entered the fandom a few years ago. Gray- and demi-asexual headcanons for Draco and/or Harry are rare, with only one online.

In contrast, some AO3 census data suggest that about 10-20% of M/M readers and writers are on the asexual spectrum. With over 20 thousand completed drarry fics on AO3, asexuality is extremely unrepresented. Perhaps they’re all in the Sherlock or Check, Please! fandom?

Writing ace!drarry and their reception

I have written a number of ace!drarry fic, two with both Harry and Draco being ace, one with just ace Draco. I wrote ace!drarry because:

  1. I wanted to see something different.
  2. I like seeing trope subversions, and writing through an asexual lens made many tropes ripe for subversion (this was the entire premise of my Cake Is Ace fic).
  3. I wanted to explore different relationship structures, and doing it in the framework of Harry/Draco was as good a way to do it as any.

I actually had quite a good reception to the ace fics that I’ve written, and that has been really encouraging. It really drove home that I’m not the only one who would like to read ace fics, and after the response of the first ace fic I wrote, I really started to think about more ace!drarry ideas and wrote two more ace fics, and I have even more ideas now.

The “worst” response were really more like neutral and/or confused responses: some commentators admitted to not understanding how the relationship I portrayed would work [for the commentators].

A future

It would be nice if more drarry writers were aware how large the ace spectrum is, and how many more relationship types and styles and nuances there exist that could be played with within a drarry fic aside from the typical bisexual/gay Harry and gay Draco, and aside from the common heteronormative-styled romance in the fandom. dictacontrion has an entire brilliant tag called #queer hp that is an extremely recommended read.

Because of people like dictacontrion in the fandom, I think the number of queer-steeped fanwork in general is very slowly increasing (fanfic by fanfic). With more unapologetically queer characters and more breaking of gender norms, a natural outcome would be more asexual representation.

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feelings.

pairing : draco x reader
summary : draco has feelings for the reader, however they’re asexual.
requested : yes
notes : fluff
a/n : this is my first request and the first time I’m writing about a different sexuality altogether. I hope you like it:) this might be a bit long enjoy!

The air smelled of expensive liquor and firewhiskey, the room covered in dim green and red lighting.

The slytherins were known for their parties, never missing the fun. It was the only time where all the house rivalry was kept aside, mostly because everyone was too drunk off their asses to even notice.

In the corner by the bar, stood a blonde haired boy. The dull light reflected upon his mob of blonde hair, making it noticeable amongst the crowd.

Draco Malfoy, stood alongside his friends, talking and laughing without a care in the world. His eyes were scanning around to find the familiar y/h/c haired slytherin. The one who made him feel things he never bothered to pay attention to before.

“We’re going to be late y/n. Never mind we’re late anyways but move your ass faster.” Pansy whined looking at you from her bed in your dorm. “Yes, yes I’m almost done let me just-” you smoothened your hair with your hands, not bothering to style it. “There let’s go.”

Pansy looked at you with a goofy smile, eyeing you up and down. “You look so hot. You should dress up more often, rather than wearing those,” she eyed the pile of clothes on your chair pointing at them with a weird look. “Whatever that is that you wear.”

You let out a chuckle, shaking your head at Pansy being Pansy. “Now now pans, weren’t we getting late?” “Yes let’s gooooo.” Pansy whooped all the way down the stairs.

The second draco saw you enter, he couldn’t help but stare. There you were, looking gorgeous as ever. Your hair wild but it complimented your face well, the sage green dress hugging your body at the right places. He couldn’t help the butterflies flood his stomach, a soft smile playing at his lips.

The second you entered the common room, Pansy held your hand and made a beeline to the bar, dragging you along so you don’t lose her.

“Pans, as thirsty as I am, these heels really aren’t the best choice to run with, slow down.” You spoke as loudly as you can hoping she heard you over the loud music. “What? you saying something?” never mind.

As soon as you reached the bar, Blaise handed you your shot glasses. “There. What took you so long?” Pansy looked at you with an accusing look and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Your laugh. The one that sped up Draco’s heartbeat. The one he had grown to adore.

You saw Draco eyeing you from the corner of your eye, so you eyed him back. The second he saw you looking, he looked away, a slight tint of rose on his porcelain skin.

A tiny smile broke out on your face, and before you could react, Pansy dragged you to the dance floor. Her hands on your hips, you swayed with her and the music, feeling the effects of the alcohol.

Draco couldn’t take his eyes of you. He had always taken interest in you, your quick wit, your kindness, your humour. Everything about you pulled him towards you. He was entranced.

“She’s out of your league mate. No one in this room deserves her.” Theo spoke from beside him. Draco wanted to bite back with a reply but he knew it was true. You were too good for anyone here. However that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. He looked at Theo and downed his drink, giving him a shrug before joining the crowd of sweaty teenagers in the middle of the room.

It wasn’t too hard to spot you and Pansy. Screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs and giggling around.

Draco came up behind you nodding at Pansy asking her silently to let him dance with you.

Confused as to why pansy stopped, you turned around to find draco standing, the smell of his cologne filling your senses. It was a good contrast to the sweaty mushy smell around you.

You smiled at him before pulling him in and dancing. He was a bit reluctant at first but the look on your face made him get lost in the music too.

You don’t know how long you danced with him, but you knew your feet would give out from under you any moment and you were thirsty as fuck. Everything seemed hazy around you, the room spinning a little.

Draco seemed to sense it as he grasped your hand and strung you along with him. You thought he might lead you to the couches, however when he started to change his direction towards the dorm rooms, you came back to your senses, your stomach churning.

You believed draco, knowing he wouldn’t do anything wrong or hurt you in any manner, but with the amount of firewhiskey you both had, made you think a bit differently.

He opened his dorm room and led you in, entering right after you. You turned around to speak, only to realise the lack of space between the two of you.

“I- um.” You couldn’t form coherent sentences, feeling out of place. Your entire body was throbbing, making you alarmingly aware of everything around you. Draco picked up on your nervousness, the way you looked at anything but him, fidgeting with your fingers.

He placed a finger under your chin making eye contact with you. “Hey hey it’s okay. What’s wrong?” He looked into your eyes trying to find the reason behind your discomfort.

You took a step back and sighed. “It’s um. It’s just that I-.” “Go on love.” “I’m asexual draco. I um I do like you, it’s just that I don’t wanna rush into anything and it’s hard for me- what why are you smiling?

Dracos face softened at the way you spoke. “Believe it or not, I didn’t bring you in here to do anything. You seemed tired and I just wanted a quiet place to talk you know.” He couldn’t help the blush rise to his cheeks. The warmth spreading through his body, the effect of the alcohol or you he wasn’t aware. (Pretty sure it was you.)

You smiled back, your eyes crinkling as you looked at him. Your insides felt warm and fuzzy, the effect of the alcohol or him you weren’t aware. (Pretty sure it was him.)

“Do you wanna get changed cuz I might have extra clothes from the last time you and Pansy came over.” You nodded, asking him where they might be kept. He handed you a tiny pile, which you took with yourself to get changed.

By the time you came out from his bathroom, Draco was sitting on the bed, the silk sheets now creased, a book in his hand. You had to admit, he looked pretty adorable in his reading glasses. “Never thought you’d be the one to read a romance novel.” You said pointing to the book in his hand.

“It’s one of my favourites to be honest. You should read it sometime.” He grinned looking at you.

The night was one of the most memorable ones for you. You and draco talked about everything and nothing, from your childhood memories to your deepest fears, to the funniest events that ever happened. You couldn't pinpoint exactly when you fell asleep but he did too.

Pansy was worried sick, she knew you were smart enough to take care of yourself but that didn't help calm her nerves. She looked around the room, sparing one last glance before deciding to go to the guys dorm, somewhere you and Pansy were used to crashing, never alone though.

She silently crept inside, whispering your name. The room was dark, the only source of light was the faint glow of the moon, entering through a tiny slit in the curtains.

She couldn’t help the huge grin that broke out on her face. There you were, in Draco’s embrace. One of his arms was hugging your waist, both of your feet tangled with each other.

She took out her disposable camera and snapped a picture, leaving after taking one last look at your sleeping figures.

You woke up with a slight headache the next morning, immediately realising you weren’t in your room. You felt some weight on your waist, soon making it out to be Draco’s arm. Turning around, you looked at his sleeping form. His hair fell over his eyes, silent breaths being drawn by him. He looked beautiful.

“Good morning love.” he rasped out, slowly fluttering his eyes open. “Good morning to you to.” He nuzzled in closer to you and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at his aloofness. Your chest reverberated with your laughter and Draco couldn’t help but join in.

Upon getting out of bed, you saw a Polaroid along with a small note attached to it, kept on the bedside table.

“You guys are cute<3 also, don’t leave me alone with Blaise and Theo ever again. They’re annoying when drunk.” -pans

You beamed, showing the Polaroid to draco, who shook his head chuckling.

The moment you saw your group in the great hall, they all couldn’t help but tease you guys. Draco sat down beside you and interlaced his fingers with yours under the table. You looked at him with a tiny blush adorning your cheeks, he which he smiled softly.

You felt contended.

Requested by @lilly13256

I hope you liked it :)

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Young And Beautiful

Summary: In where Severus wonders how someone so beautiful could love him.

Pairing: Female Reader x Severus Snape

Warning(s): body image issues, implied age gap, a bit of angst but also all the fluff to combat it (I'm too weak to write straight angst haha)

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: Hoo boi it's been a while! In something totally different from the last two fics I wrote here is a lil comforting Sev fic bc I love him 🥺🥺and Alan's portal of Snape, even if he was twice the age of what the books had was perfect (also dad bod 🙏). Soo, I kind of just said why don't we just run with that, so Sev is like in his 50s or something in here and probably OOC bc love does that to you I guess.

A/N+: Is the title bc of that Lana Del Rey song yes lol. I'll stop rambling now enjoy!!

“For fucks sake!”

The sharp exclamation that reverberated around the room caused [Y/n] to jump in place and drop the lipstick she was about to apply onto the vanity with a faint ‘thud’.  A squeak of surprise left her lips as she poked her head out of the bathroom, eyes quickly falling onto the back of her husband who was standing in front of the closet mirror. 

She watched as he tugged at the arms of the black outer coat incessantly, frustrated curses leaving his lips as with one pull to one arm's sleeve, the other would roll up in sync with it. Bemused, she wordlessly made her way over to his side, a hand laying upon his forearm as she examined the contrasting expressions on their features in the mirror.

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Reputation (Bucky & Reader)

Summary: There’s only one bed but they’re both asexual so they just talk about their experiences instead. 

Gender/sexuality: neutral, asexual

Rating: Teen/Mature

Major Tags: only one bed, mentions of unwanted sexual attention, grey-sexual Bucky, sex positive Bucky, fluff, knives, friendship, platonic relationship

Words: 1978

Note: This one was not requested by anyone, it’s just an idea I had for the bingo! Please let me know what you thought! 

@buckybarnesbingo​ B065 square B5: asexuality

You hovered in the doorway a moment before releasing a heavy sigh. It was fine. Dumping your tactical bags on the bed – a single, the only one in the room – you immediately began to unpack your things. First, out came the spare t-shirts and the fluffy pair of socks Bucky had gifted you after your last joint mission. Next came the wide array of surveillance equipment and long range camera lenses. Finally, your collection of knives and a few choice pistols and explosives for just in case.

The blades were perfectly balanced and you couldn’t help but toss them into the air and practise a few tricks to calm your mind. It was much easier to block out your concerns about the mission with a weapon in each hand. You tossed them into the air, watched them spin beautifully before you snatched them back by the handle.

A few minutes later, a coded knock on the door alerted you to your partner’s arrival. Bucky strode in carrying the last bags from the van but his easy confidence faltered when he saw the small bed. His gaze flickered to you then pointedly away to the spread of weapons and equipment. “You do realise Juarez only travels two guards, right?”

     “Better to be prepared. Who knows how many guys the seller will bring.”

Bucky nodded, unable to fault the logic. You also knew for a fact that the larger of his rucksacks was also filled with weaponry so he really had no leg to stand on. You’d both been in the game far too long to risk being caught out in a fire fight, especially against someone as predictable as your current target.

Rolling your wrap of weapons, you cleared the bed and stretched out on your back across the mattress. You’d kept a single blade out to put beneath your pillow, probably an unnecessary precaution but one you followed religiously on field missions, and ran your thumb along the flat edge.

The silence the room was thick as Bucky paced back and forth, going over preparations that were long since sorted. By his fifth lap of the small room, you reached your tether. Waving the knife in his direction, you sat up and said, “I’ll ask, since you clearly won’t. How are we gonna do this? Should be big enough to top and tail.”

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Fantasy Guide to Ships, Boats and Nautical Lingo

Of all the ways to travel in fantasy and historical novels, there are two favoured ones: horses and ships. But I covered the horses already so here we have some ship terminology and kinds of ships.

Common Boat Terms

  • Aft/Stern - The back of a ship.
  • Bow - The bow is the front part of the ship, the pointy part or the place where Kate Winslet stood on in Titanic.
  • Port - The left side of the ship
  • Starboard - The right side of the ship
  • Windward - The wind the direction is blowing.
  • Hull- outside of the ship
  • Leeward - Or sometimes called the lee. This is the opposite direction of the wind is blowing
  • Boom - A horizontal pole extending from the base of the main mast. It adjusted toward the wind direction in order to harness the wind for the sails.
  • Rudder - The rudder is a flat piece of wood below the ship, used to steer the ship. It is connected to the wheel of the ship.
  • Tacking - A common sailing maneuver that involves turning the bow through the wind, to change the wind direction from one side of the ship to the other, making the boom move.
  • Underway- This is when the ship is moving
  • Astern- The ship is moving backwards
  • Amidships- Middle of the boat
  • Topside- when you move from the lower decks to the upper deck

Compartments of the ship

Most ships would have compartments inside the hull and underneath the deck.

  • Cabins- most war ships and merchant ships would only have one or two main cabin occupied by the captain and higher crew.
  • Galley- The kitchen on board the ship. The galley would be fitted with tables and cabinets. Galleys were built in such a way that they were more resistant to the heaving of the ship. Most galleys were built with special stoves to stop people from colliding with them and things from spilling out of pots and pans.
  • Wardroom- some ships are built with a common room for the crew. The wardroom acted as a common room as well as a dining room. It would usually be conjoined with the galley.
  • Sick Bay- is the compartment of the ship that is given over to the injured and sick. The sick bay would hold the medicines and medical devices and would often be under lock and key.
  • Hold- This will be the largest compartment in the ship were the cargo or the ship's weapons.

Crew and Positions aboard the Ship

Captain

When we think of captains we imagine them as blackhearted slave drivers (something akin to managers in the customer service industry) but on further research you will find that is not true. There are two kinds of Captains you find in history. Pirate captains and Legitimate Captains. Pirate captains were elected by their merit in battle and dedication to the crew. They were considered equal to the crew, only taking full charge during raids and battles. In the Navy or any legal-bound ship, captains were selected by rank and wealth. There was no equality between captain and crew as in pirate ships. Legal ships were Capitalists and the Pirates were Democratic.

First Mate

First Mate is the captain's deputy. They act as captain when the captain cannot. This was mainly seen in Navies and merchant ships as Pirates usually placed their quartermaster as their deputies.

Quartermaster

The Quartermaster was in charge of ensuring that the ship ran smoothly, rather like the ship's HR manager. The Quartermaster was in charge of supplies and had certain powers such as being able to punish the crew for minor infractions.

Sailing Master

These were officers in charge of piloting the ship. They would have to be educated enough to read a map and was a much desired position because it was a fair paying job. Pirates usually kidnapped sailing masters from ships they attacked to use aboard their own ships.

Gunner

Gunners were the overseers of any many qualified to load and fire guns. They were in charge of aiming cannons and making sure the crew were safely using guns. Most the guns were loaded by young boys called powder monkeys.

Boatswain

Boatswains or junior officers would act as supervisors, watching over the crew as they did their duties. If things were not going well they reported to the captain or quartermaster to punish the crew.

Surgeons

Surgeons handled any diseases and wounds. Since being at sea limited the amount of medicine available. Most ship's surgeons were forced to cut off limbs to avoid infection pike gangrene. Surgeons may not always be found on ships. Cooks or carpenters were often pressed to do amputations: meat was meat and cutting was cutting.

Cooks

All ships needed somebody to cook. Navies and merchant ships would often have trained cooks while on pirate ships it was just a crewmember who was handy in the kitchen.

Kinds of Ship

(Not a complete list, may post more later.)

Brig- A brig is the ship that one most thinks of when you think of a ship. The brig is a large vessel, set with a pair of square-rigged masts. Brigs were fast ships and highly maneuverable. They were used as merchant ships and warships.

Galley- The galley is propelled via oars. The hull is long and slender and most of them featured larger sails. Galleys often were rowed by slaves and used in war.

Galleon- Galleons were large ships, built with multiple decks, carrying three or more masts with square raised stern. The Galleon was usually rigged with square sails on the fore-mast and main-masts.

Caravel- The caravel was a small ship with triangular sails, famed for its manoeuvrability and speed.

Longship- The longships were the ships of the Vikings. They were slender ships, narrow. They were able to keep afloat in shallow waters as well as the deep sea. Longships were able to reverse quickly, a very important skill. The longship was a warship, a raider's ship propelled by oars.

Carrack- the carrack was a large ship, often built with mass cargo holds making the most popular ship to go on long voyages on. The carrack had three or four masts.

Cog- This ship was a large vessel, the hull wide and large. The ship is propelled by a great single sail flown from a tall mast.

Junk- The junk or Chinese junk was a kind of coastal or river ship used as merchant ships, pleasure ships and sometimes houseboats. They are small ships and made with battened sails rather resembling wings.

Trireme- the trireme was a slender ship set with three banks of oars pulled by one man each. The trireme had a concave hull and usually had an underwater ram at the prow of the ship.

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• Liar •

A short comic about Sirius and Regulus Black.

I wanted to draw something about the Black Brothers and their youth and this is the result ,sorry for the angst ,I'm still sad ;-;

(PD: I finished all my exams and commissions ,so I will be able to draw more for now 🥺)

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Theodore Nott x Luna Lovegood | LOVENOTT 💙💚

Note: I always imagine Theo as a chaotic character. He makes inappropriate jokes to cope with reality. He’s sarcastic and fun. In a way, I think Luna would balance him out 👀

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In hindsight I’m genuinely amazed that I wrote and posted a fic that entirely cockblocked Endeavour Morse?? This is not that kind of blog. I’m sorry. I’ve had another go. Here is an AU of the previous AU.

Hush Morse/Bixby

“You know, old man, looking the way you do, you must have scores of admirers.”
Morse looked down again, embarrassed, but half-smiling. Flattered. “I don’t know about that.”
“I think you do, rather. I think you’re quite used to attracting attention, and probably to putting it off, too. But with me… well, you liked me as soon as you met me.”
Morse had looked up again, eyebrows raised, the half-smile edging further across his face, and he scoffed, softly.
Bixby shrugged, smiling back. “It’s true, though, isn’t it? I can tell. When you live the way I do, you get very good at reading people. Knowing whether they’re interested in you, or interested in what you might be able to do for them.”
“So?”
“So: why me?”
Morse leaned back against Bixby’s desk. He seemed to give his answer some thought. “You were… not what I expected, I suppose. Disarming.”
Bixby considered this, nodded slowly. “Difficult to disarm, are you?”
Morse’s mouth twitched. “Fairly.”
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Uuuuuuuuuuuuh...

Um...

Don't know whatcha talking about

Don't know what you mean

Absolutely do not know

Never been so incapable of answering you

My god is there even an answer to this philosophical question

(shhh I know it's Nick Hendrix again, don't judge me)

Truly, a deep question that needs reflexion

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Bixby at the keyboard

Joss Bixby would ABSOLUTELY play the piano, and you can quote fight me on that. 

What genre, you ask? 

Stride. Absolutely. 

Imagine, if you will, a party thrown at the mansion on the lake. 

Everyone is wandering around the house, having a good time. In one room is a dance floor like the one we saw in “Ride”. In another, paintings. (Real? Fake? Who can say?)And another room is a parlor, complete with couches and card tables. 

Walk into that parlor on many a party night and you’ll find revelers that have stepped out of the fray for a moment to give themselves a break from the noise, to step into the light after such a long time spent dancing in a darkened room. 

Now and again, someone will absently tap out a tune on the grand piano by the windows, then will get up and wander off, leaving their drink atop the lid. 

Some inexpertly plink out melodies, others boredly draw forth cold, clinical recital pieces that are doubtlessly gleaned from a childhood of expensive lessons. 

When one night, Bixby strolls, hands in pockets, into the parlor, he is greeted with usual chorus of “Bix!”, and “Joss, how lovely to see you”–maybe a few smirked rounds of “Well, if it isn’t the man himself”.

And Bix smiles, accepts claps on the back and light-as-air kisses on the cheek, grins and schmoozes, because he is the man himself, and, after all, what sort of host would he be if he refused to make friends?

Wandering in until called away to the telephone, listening lazily to the butchered or perfect songs that come from someone seated at the bench across the room; this is the way things go for Joss party after party, Friday after Friday, until one night, the elegantly bejewelled young wife of someone-or-other, drink raised to carmine-painted lips, asks him, “Do you play?” 

“A little bit,” he responds, crooking a smile and raising a hand to waver from side-to-side in the air, a so-so gesture that suddenly turns to magic as the hand produces a gold gambling chip from nowhere. 

“Show us something, then!”

Well,–” he makes a show of protest, waiting until the woman’s friend takes up the cry. 

“Oh, surely you could–”

“You must–”

And soon half the room is pressing gently on the shoulder of this young god, this unknown tycoon who relaxes, smiling on an ivory upholstered chaise. 

He finally rises, rolling his eyes and laughing, and makes his way toward the instrument. 

He’s careful as he pulls the bench out across the rug, careful as he politely asks someone to hold his drink for him. 

And the way he sets his fingers is delicate, and he glances up at the people surrounding him. 

A slow flourish of the keys, a showy lifting of the wrists… 

James P. Johnson’s Charleston jumps from his hands and fills the room. 

The cigarette between his teeth, the strand of hair across his forehead, and the roguish grin on his handsome face make him seem for all the world like a piano player in a back-street pub somewhere in the seedy underbelly of a 1920s dream. 

The joint is jumping, the liquor is flowing, pull-up-a-chair-and-I’ll-show-you-how-it’s-done. 

The music gets faster, dies down to a stop, picks up again.  

He trills the keys, looks up, still grinning, at his audience, exhales cheekily, and finishes with a flourish. 

Who is this man? 

No one knows. 

He likes to keep it this way.

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What do you guys think? 

Might post to ao3, not really sure. Give me a shout in the comments, though. 

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Don’t get me wrong, I’ll forever love and cherish Jarse as my OTP of Endeavour fandom but…

Joss Bixby and Endeavour Morse

I won’t believe if you tell me there was nothing there

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had a fantastic idea for an endeavour episode where a man tries to seduce morse and morse is like ‘i don’t know what’s happening but i can’t say i don’t like it’, russell lewis hit me up

@georgefancys okay so ajnfkds i tried for u, im really not good at writing endeavour but like… ?? this is how i see this going down…

hhhhhhhh this is??? perfect?????

i scrolled for like twenty minutes to find this because i cannot stop thinking about it