had almost missed seeing him. He’d been so focused on finding Alexander when
he’d portalled into the Institute, that he’d passed the room, his mind working
the different places Alec could be that it took a couple of seconds before he
realized when he’d just seen.
backtracked and sure enough, standing on several stacks of boxes, a little boy
was trying to slide a fishing rod through the tiny space left by the slightly
open window, leading into the next room.
was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn’t even notice Magnus walking
up to him, and leaning against the wall adjacent to the boy’s impromptu fishing
spot . Magnus studied the tiny rugrat for several seconds, the focus of those
eyes—brown he thought they were—the way the boy didn’t let the blond hair that
fell over his eyes distract him from achieving his goals.
to admire the tenacity, especially because it reminded him in no small part of
tenacity, no matter how much a person had it in spades could not retrieve
whatever it was that the boy wanted to get from the next room, and some seconds
later, he released a deep sigh, a sigh that had Magnus’s mouth twitching at how
tortured and long-suffering it sounded, and turned around.
didn’t jump or act startled. In fact, he looked more curious than surprised.
yeah, his eyes were brown.
looking for Alec.” It was a statement, not a question.
Max,” the rugrat said as he extended his hand.
Summary: Soulmate AU. Some people went their entire lives without ever meeting their soulmates. You were one of the lucky ones, to have found and fallen in love with the owner of the initials tattooed on your hip. When your soulmate’s best friend struggles to deal with a tragedy in his own life, you discover that you might not have been as lucky as you thought.
Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader (Not MMF)
Warnings: (Series, not specifically this chapter: bad language, unprotected sex or sexual situations, drinking/alcoholism, drug use, violence, cheating, references to death, mutilation and trauma, maybe more.)
Christmas morning was not the way it should have been.
So many of them, you had waken up to the sound of Steve coming in the door from his morning run, or to him kissing your cheeks and gently nudging you awake. The house would smell of pine and cinnamon and, soon, coffee, as the two of you sank into the couch together and unwrapped gifts in your pajamas. The television would play It’s a Wonderful Life or Miracle on whatever street, and you and Steve would laugh and spend the morning wrapped in one another before heading to your parents’ house for the day.
This year was different. You woke up cold, alone, eyes barely able to open. They’d been sealed shut with dried up tears, and it took you several moments to remember how you’d gotten to bed last night. Bucky, refusing to come inside after you started to cry for him, promising that he’d come in, that he just needed a minute to himself. You obliged, climbed into bed, and cried until you fell asleep. Alone.
a/n: SO. This is highkey born out of the need to write a fic about travlyn??? And this came to mind! I always always yell about the Guard academy hosting Balls (like to fund the academy? Because there’s no central government, so they must generate money somehow without hindering the alliance’s economy), so what if this fic might be a two-parter; I wanted to write them dancing but gotten side tracked lol.Also yes, Travis and Katelyn live together as roommates /eyes emoji I mean the dude been living on a mountain and she could use a roomie lmfao
emojis they flirt, sweet talk
Lagom (n.)not too little, not too much. Just right.
She bit her tongue, averting her eyes as a laugh wanted to
bubble up. But alas, even the futile attempt to save feelings and covering her
mouth, Travis caught her smile.
Which was fair, because he must know how ridiculous he look.
“I can explain,”
he cracked out, the sharp pitch being the last thing to break down the dam.