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@badlydrawn-josuyasu @dailyjosukeandokuyasu
here’s my okuyasu and jotaro fusion!
i think that okuyasu and jotaro both have a lot of guilt and stress to deal with on their own, and the two fusing wouldn’t be the best for either of them. they’d be very strong physically, but would have to unfuse after any fight and cool down emotionally for a while.

anonymous asked:

After seeing the drawing of the girls in bunny outfits (which was A++++ btw) im kinda curious to see how Chrom and Silas would react to seeing them dressed like that ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Ki holds Chrom’s hand a lot, please understand

anonymous asked:

Any chance you can explain the AIMH and chicken nuggets thing? I'm lost! And I can't seem to find anything that actually explains it...

LOL okay so some guy on twitter @’d Wendy’s and asked them how many retweets they’d need for Wendy’s to give them a year’s free supply of chicken nuggets. Wendys said 16 million. It became a viral thing and lots of celebrities and companies have been retweeting for him. He’s currently got about 1.8 million retweets.

http://www.theverge.com/tldr/2017/4/6/15213254/carter-wilkerson-free-chicken-nuggets-wendys-twitter-most-retweets-18-million

So the Larries obsessed with AIMH are freaking out that he may actually dethrone their big and only Larrie accomplishment so are trying to @ him to tell him to stop because they won’t have his “nugget fetishizing” get in the way of their gay civil rights issue.

And that’s the story of how the Larries went to war over a tweet about chicken nuggets.

anonymous asked:

Could you do a companions(da:o) react to the warden sneaking up on them to give them a bear hug? Also I'm loving your in general, hope your doing well😄

THE HUG GIF TRAIN WILL CONTINUE.

Leliana (Unromanced):

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Leliana (Romanced):

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Morrigan (Unromanced):

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Morrigan (Romanced):

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Oghren:

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Alistair (Unromanced):

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Alistair (Romanced):

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Zevran (Unromanced):

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Zevran (Romanced):

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Dog:

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Wynne:

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Shale:

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Sten:

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Loghain:

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BONUS: ARCHDEMON:

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Yay new blog! I'd love to request the RFA + Saeran getting jealous over MC's best friend, who is male. Also would you mind saying what kind of requests you are most comfortable with?

Of course, love! I’m definitely comfortable with both SFW and NSFW. And I’ve done both secret ends, so I can answer for pretty much any character. Really the only things on my “NO” list are choi//ces//t and yoo///ran. I also haven’t done any bad endings except for Jumin’s first one, but in about a week or so I’ll start working my way through all the bad ends. And I’ll put this info up on the actual blog, thanks for reminding me!

Now, onto your ask  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°):

ZEN:

  • You’re always talking about your best friend, and every week or so the two of you go out for lunch or coffee
  • Zen doesn’t think much of it, and it’s not until he decides to surprise you while you’re out that he realizes
  • that your best friend is a GUY
  • “MC, who is that?”
  • “Oh this is Sam, my friend I told you about.”
  • He pulls you aside
  • “MC, men are wolves.”
  • “Zenny, are you jealous??”
  • He leaves you two alone for the rest of the afternoon
  • but after that
  • he decides it’s time for a talk
  • man to man
  • he knows you would never cheat on him but
  • just in case 
  • he makes sure he asserts his dominance sets things straight

JAEHEE:

  • She’s met your friend, he’s a regular at the cafe
  • He’s nice enough, and she can see why the two of you are so close
  • But she has to admit, she feels a slight twinge of pain when you stop to talk to him
  • He knows you so well, so personally, and a deep part of her is afraid that she’ll never have that with you
  • She confronts you about it eventually
  • “MC, did you ever… have a relationship with him?”
  • You can hear the unasked question of “Do you love him” and you’re quick to reassure her
  • “Jaehee, you know I love you. And we’ll have that connection, it’ll just take time.”
  • Jaehee feels better after your talk and makes sure your friend gets top-notch service
  • besides, he tips really well

YOOSUNG:

  • He’s met your friend as well but he has a slightly different problem
  • He feels inadequate in comparison
  • Your friend is tall, muscular, and already started his career
  • And Yoosung is none of those
  • He quits playing LOLOL for a while, much to your shock
  • He asks Zen for exercise tips, which shocks you even more
  • You finally ask him what’s up, and after a lot of dodging you finally worm it out of him
  • “MC, I’m just not cool enough for you!”
  • “Yoosung, I’m friends with him, but I’m in love with you.”
  • THAT gets his confidence back, and he’s more determined than ever to impress you with his LOLOL skills

JUMIN:

  • He meets your friend for the first time at a business pipeline
  • You’re elsewhere at the event but he recognizes Jumin from your SNS profile
  • “You’re MC’s husband?”
  • He doesn’t think anything of it at first, and greets him with a polite smile and a handshake
  • “I am. You’re acquainted with MC?”
  • “We were best friends in college. She never mentioned me?”
  • You noticed the two of them at that point, and rushed over to greet your friend
  • “Peter, is that you? I haven’t seen you in forever!”
  • You go in for the hug, and Jumin suddenly grows tense when it lasts just a moment too long.
  • You carry on the conversation, but can’t help noticing how Jumin keeps you closer than usual
  • we all know he’s possessive af and he’s making sure you know you’re his the moment yall get home

707:

  • He lowkey doesn’t know what friends are
  • He’s never really had any outside of RFA and vanderwood, although they don’t think likewise
  • So when he sees you and your best friend being friendly and close, the jealousy settles like a hard pit in his stomach
  • “MC, do you… have feelings for him?”
  • You laugh and have to explain that platonic relationships can be just as close as romantic ones
  • He listens but his paranoid ass hacks your phone convos anyway
  • what are you wearing, jake from state farm

SAERAN:

  • He’s similar to Seven except he’s literally never had friends
  • So he’s definitely hurt and jealous that there’s someone who knows you better than he does
  • He doesn’t know how to express it beyond begging you to stop meeting up with him
  • You have a sneaking suspicion of why he would ask that of you but you give him his space until he’s ready to talk
  • When he finally does, he’s not sure where to start
  • You help him out
  • “Saeran, I promise you that he’s just a friend.”
  • You offer to take him with you when you go to meet him
  • He behaves himself and even ends up making *gasp* a friend

hope these were okay! first time doing headcanons like this!

Dying Embers- A Nessian Fic

Written for an anon from the angst prompt list I reblogged. I’m just trying to rattle through all these to get me writing so this wasn’t planned or beta read I just kind of…threw it at a screen and now it’s here. But I hope you like it. 

Title: Dying Embers

Summary: Prompt: ‘Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it.” ACOWAR, after the War but still early in their relationship, the pressures of Nesta’s transformation cripple her relationship with Cassian. 

Teaser:  There’s nothing to stop him as he strides past her, yanks open the door, and vanishes out into the swirling snow beyond. Nothing but her. And she says nothing, the words sticking in her tight throat. When she opens the bond to reach him, to try and communicate with him through that no matter how much it will hurt to feel his anger and anguish, she finds that she can’t reach him. He’s shut her out from his side and no amount of screaming and hammering on it will convince him to yield to her.

Link: AO3 

“Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it.” Cassian’s voice is cold and hard as he bites those words out, seconds before she’s stepped through the door from outside. His words sting far more than the sudden flare of heat contrasted with the frozen chill outside their house. 

On the word ‘promise’ the bond between them burns, almost angrily, inside her chest, reminding her of that promise. She opens her mouth to tell him that she has no idea what he’s talking about and then…The letter he’d been holding when she walked in drops to the table and she understands. She understands the words, the venom in them. She understands the way that he’s looking at her, those hazel eyes of his usually so soft and tender now hard and cold and dark, chips of stone in his face. 

The instinct she expects to come, the rising fury she anticipates to come to her aid, to demand to know what he was doing reading her personal letters in the first place, berate him on that, start an argument that has them screaming two different accusations at one another, never listening, never responding to the other- doesn’t come. It doesn’t even threaten. It’s…Gone. 

That anger she had clung to like a crutch all those years in the cottage after her mother’s death is no more. The rage that had dragged her through this transformation a year ago and the war that followed is just…gone. Like a candle snuffed out by a thoughtless breath. It had been the only thing to still give her light, the only thing to keep her going and now… 

The war, the second war, had ended four months ago. She and Cassian had accepted the mating bond during it. It had been then she had made her promise, the eve of the first battle they had both taken part in, that they would always be together. No matter what this war through at them, no matter what they had to endure they would endure it together, and never be parted. She hadn’t even made it a year without ruining this for them. 

The anger still won’t come, the indignation, the desire to spit in his face and tell him what an idiot he is to ever think that but…But it won’t come. Without it she feels lost. She had hated it in the cottage, this one wild part of her that no matter how she had tried she had never been able to tame. Her will had kept her alive all those years, pulled her through her grief at losing her mother, at losing everything, had helped her resist High Lord’s magic and King’s decrees and the Making that had broken her instead had not been enough to control that fire. She had wanted it leashed, had wanted to be able to command it and have it obey her and it had refused. At every turn it had refused. 

She had never thought that she might some day miss it. She had never truly considered what might happen if she’d been able to control it, smother it, silence it. She knows now. The silence that echoes through the hollows of her desolate self tells her well enough what that anger was keeping her from becoming. An empty shell, a ghost trapped in this new body, still breathing, still living but…Dead to all other purposes. 

She has never felt so lost, so utterly adrift and alone. There have been times she should have felt like this, times she should have and none of them look like this, settled in a home she owns with her mate, with the man she loves more than any other; more than she’d ever thought possible. She should be happy here, they have peace, they have a beautiful home, they have each other. She should be happy and yet….

Cassian waits, staring at her, with an odd expression on his face she can’t quite read. Not desperation or hope or grief just…Sadness. Shifting into resignation. He shakes his head, finally dropping her gaze, and somehow that hurts more than the cutting words and the burning stare, that absence of anything, and she has an inkling of how he feels. 

His wings flare slightly behind him in a movement that she’s learned to interpret. She had been surprised at how much of the Illyrian’s body language was connected to their wings, though she supposed she shouldn’t have been, it had been something she’d forced herself to learn to help her read him and understand him. What he feels now…is trapped. He wants to get out, to fly, away from this, away from her. He can’t. Not yet. His wings aren’t strong enough for that but…

There’s nothing to stop him as he strides past her, yanks open the door, and vanishes out into the swirling snow beyond. Nothing but her. And she says nothing, the words sticking in her tight throat. When she opens the bond to reach him, to try and communicate with him through that no matter how much it will hurt to feel his anger and anguish, she finds that she can’t reach him. He’s shut her out from his side and no amount of screaming and hammering on it will convince him to yield to her. 

Nesta slides down the wall at her back, crumpling into a small heap on the floor, unable to summon even the energy to weep. 

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anonymous asked:

Correct me if I'm wrong, it's been a while since I actually played Undertale the last time. But I remember something about Toriel in the True Pacifist path. I think she scolded Asgore for choosing to kill the humans instead of asking one of them to go through the barrier & to return with others so they could simply borrow the necessary souls. I assumed it meant there is a non-lethal way to take a soul out of a human body, at least temporarily. Just like the monster souls were taken by Flowey.

That’s not quite true! Nothing Toriel says implies that they could simply borrow souls from the humans.

TORIEL:
Do not “Tori” me, Dreemurr!
You pathetic whelp.
If you really wanted to free our kind…
You could have gone through the barrier after you got ONE SOUL…
…taken six SOULs from the humans, then come back and freed everyone peacefully.
But instead, you made everyone live in despair…
Because you would rather wait here, meekly hoping another human never comes.

First, Toriel tells Asgore that he should have passed through the barrier after getting one soul – not for a human to pass through. After all, “It takes at least a human soul… and a monster soul” to pass through the barrier.

Second, Toriel never says to borrow the human souls; she says “taken.” Now, there is something very odd about her ending that same sentence with “and freed everyone peacefully.” That seems like wishful thinking on her part, since it’s doubtful that there would have been a lasting peace if Asgore had taken the souls from the humans. Perhaps she means that Asgore didn’t need to declare war on the humans. After all, his declaration was to kill all humans who fell down here and then destroy humanity once they are free. That is far from peaceful.

ASGORE:
In a fit of anger, I declared war.
I said that I would destroy any human that came here.
I would use their souls to become godlike…
…and free us from this terrible prison.
Then, I would destroy humanity…
And let monsters rule the surface, in peace.

In any case, Toriel’s words are not enough evidence that humans could simply let monsters borrow their souls.

anonymous asked:

DAI companions reacting to the Inquisitor being badly injured? Romance companions as well please?

Cassandra: She’s scared and worried, of course, but she knows what to do. She gets them out of harm’s way, pours some healing poultice over their wounds, and warns them before she does that it will sting (it does, and she apologizes as she applies it), and gets them to a healer. She lets the healer do their job, but as soon as they’re out of the tent, she asks about their condition. Later, she visits them and warns them to be more careful in the future. If Romanced: It proceeds largely the same, except only if the healer allows it, she stays with him while the healer works, clutching his hand as he moans or even screams in pain, depending on what the healer does– be it potions or poultices or stitches or surgery. “I know it hurts. Stay strong and stay still. I’m here with you, and you’re going to be okay. Hold on for me. Please…”

Blackwall: He hauls the Inquisitor out of danger and hurries to camp in search of a healer. He’s panicking and running as fast as he can go, heart palpitating with fear as blood trickles down from them onto his armor (he doesn’t mind). He passes them to a healer and stays nearby, wincing when he hears their cries from where they’re being treated. If Romanced: He stays by her bedside as the healer works, holding her hand and squeezing it, wincing if she screams in pain. “I’m so sorry I didn’t do a better job of protecting you,” he apologizes, “I won’t leave you now. I’m not going anywhere. Breathe.”

Iron Bull: He picks them up and books it to the nearest healer, and stuffs one of Stitches’ poultices down their throat for good measure (in spite of their disgusted cries). It doesn’t bother him in the least how much they squirm or scream or kick or cry; his only thoughts are getting them to a healer and somewhere safe to recover. He stands guard nearby as the healer works, and offers them strong booze later to take some of the pain away. If Romanced: He acts the same, but on the inside, he’s fucking terrified. He stays with them through it all, squeezing their hand and talking them through it. “I know, Kadan, I know it hurts. I’m here. You’re going to be okay. It’s going to hurt like a motherfucker, but you’ll be okay…”

Sera: She curses, loudly, and hurries to the Herald’s side, trying her best to get them up (if conscious) or rouse them (if unconscious). She’ll shoot anyone that isn’t a party member that gets too close. “Stop dying, you!” she orders, shakily and angry. She manages to get them to a healer, and she promises them booze as soon as they’re all cleaned up by the healer. If Romanced: She stays with her as the healer works, griping her hand as she groans or even screams. “I’m here, love, it’s going to hurt but it’s going to be okay. You have to be okay.”

Varric: He curses and drags them out of harm’s way if they can’t walk, and applies healing poultices until someone else can pick them up and carry them back to camp. If they’re conscious (and either moaning or screaming in pain) he tries to soothe them as best he can. “Come on, Boss,” he hums nervously, “it’s not time for the hero to die. Not yet.”

Cole: He’s at their side in a flash, tending to their injured areas as best he can, knowing exactly where it hurts and how much, with or without their shouting. If he can do so without hurting them more, he actually uses a potion to knock them out, because they won’t feel as much pain. “You can’t die. People need you. So many will hurt if you die…”

Dorian: Lets out a steady steam of Tevene curses as he rushes to their side and begins casting as many healing spells as he knows and snapping at anyone who gets in the way if they aren’t a healer. He gets someone to then carry them back to camp where a healer is, and stays nearby, willing to help however he can. If Romanced: The same as above, but like the others, he sits in with them while the healer works, murmuring reassurances and silently pleading that they make it.

Solas: He handles it practically, casting healing spells to stabilize them, then getting them to camp. He checks on them periodically, sometimes to cast more healing spells, others to simply to ensure they’re alright. If Romanced: He’s much more panicked as he tries to tend to her; he can’t bear the thought of her dying, not now, not ever. He barely leaves her side until she heals, sleeping or awake, the former of which is the only time she doesn’t feel as much pain, so he tries to keep her relaxed while in the Fade– less stress, less pain.

Vivienne: Like Solas, she handles it in the most efficient and practical manner, stabilizing them, taking note of where the injuries are and how severe they are, and relaying them to whatever doctor takes over their care. She always seems to come by when the pain flares up the most, with a potion that handles the worst of symptoms. “Please,” she urges, “feel better soon, Darling. Let me know if I can help you any further.”

Josephine: She finds out after they get injured. When they come back to Skyhold to recover, she makes sure their room is clean and comfortable, that they have good food and clean baths, and the best of the healers on hand to help them. She visits them in their quarters with cookies and a card that reads Get Well Soon, and checks on them at least once a day. If Romanced: She panics and darts to their side as soon as they arrive in Skyhold. Every moment that does not require her work or attention, she’s with them, doing her best to keep their spirits up, and to reassure herself that they’ll be okay.

Leliana: She finds out quickly by her messengers, and comes to visit the Herald once they get to Skyhold. She does not flinch as they cry out if the doctor’s treatments hurt or as their pain rises; she just reassures them that they’ll make it. She has someone stationed nearby the whole time just to make sure no one tries to attack the Herald while they’re already down.

Cullen: He winces when he hears it, and if the injuries were the result of an attack, he ups the amount of soldiers following the Inquisitor, much to their chagrin. He visits now and again to wish them a swift recovery. If Romanced: His heart sinks when he finds out, and spends the time waiting for her to come back to Skyhold a nervous wreck, pacing and working incessantly. Once she’s actually there, he waits for her at the gates, sees her to her room, and spends any moment he’s not working with her.

anonymous asked:

I thought you liked klance?? Will you draw them again?

I mean I guess it’s been a little while since I posted any Klance but that doesn’t mean I dislike it. Here’s a real quick 5 minute thing but I do have other Keith ships and other things I wanna draw too, y’know.

Just haven’t had any Klance specific ideas in a bit.

anonymous asked:

after this new clip i need some EVAK smut.... any recommendations ? :D

Haha, I completely understand anon! I’ve got you ;)

ONESHOTS:

  • Afternoon Kisses by DickAnderton
    Summary: What could have happened during the cuddle scene if Isak and Even had been ready for more.
  • Push by nofeartina
    Summary: ”Even, we shouldn’t do that here,” Isak says and looks around with a blush on his cheeks. He’s so beautiful like this, it makes it impossible for Even not to touch.

  • I’m yours by verlore_poplap
    Summary: roomates!au; Another Friday night, another shitty date.

  • come again, get me excited by ourheartsintertwined
    Summary: "You think you can so openly flirt with other guys huh? Is that what you fucking think?“ Or in which Isak flirts with another guy and Even punishes him about it.

  • Heaven by Skamtrash
    Summary: Isak wants Even to finger him again. 

  • The Hotel scene by Evakforlife17
    Summary: A one shot of what could have happened at the hotel scene. (Season 3, Episode 8)

  • So Fucking Glad by crescendohowell
    Summary: What happened after Even showed up at Isak’s apartment. (Season 3, End of episode 7)

  • Winter Cabin by alijan
    Summary: Isak and Even go to the winter cabin with the boys. 

  • Summer by DickAnderton
    Summary: Isak and Even have been crushing on each other for a whole year when their paths finally cross at a hipster music festival during summer break and they spend the night together. 

  • Watching Over You by lavishsqualor
    Summary: In which Even knows exactly how to loosen his boy up.

  • so you play it wild by birthmarks
    Summary: Isak is dirty. Isak is shameless. Isak is possessive. Or: before, during, and after Isak and Even made out at school on Wednesday.

  • Valhalla and Nirvana by verlore_poplap
    Summary: So there’s this box and Even finds it and there’s something inside it that Isak gets all shy and embarrassed about… any guesses what it is?

  • The only thing keeping me on fire by diamondjacket
    Summary: massage therapy!au; This guy—this profoundly, unfairly, deeply good-looking guy—is going to…put his hands on Isak? On his thigh? And, like…move them around? Listen, he’s just starting to maybe, possibly come close to beginning to acknowledge that he might not be one hundred percent heterosexual, all of the time. It’s slow going—okay, fine, it’s borderline glacial—but he’s getting there. He didn’t need this today. Or: Isak’s doctor tells him to get a massage. Even delivers…and then some.

CHAPTERED:

  • love and condoms by kassie  ✓ 
    Summary: Isak was about turn on his heels and say “Fuck it” and go home, when a tall, slender-looking boy approached him from down the aisle. Shit. “Finding everything okay?” he asked once he reached Isak, his face entirely consumed by his smile. Judging from his choice of clothing, the boy definitely worked here. And, by the black letters scribbled on his name tag, the boy’s name was Even. Great.. Or: Isak owes Eskild a favor and Eskild sends him out to buy condoms where he runs into a tall boy who is a little too eager to help him. 

  • Life is now. (and now, and now) by FlyByNightGirl 
    Summary: In which the clips for season 3 update, because there is so much more of Isak and Even’s relationship we haven’t seen, so. Here it is, congratulations.

  • That’s Not My Name by cuteandtwisted
    Summary: one-night stand!au; “Isak.” Even smiled, then licked his lips. “Wanna go back to my place?” - aka: Isak is an exchange student in new york city where he meets a very forward and bewitching Even.

  • hot like fire, take you higher by birthmarks
    Summary: Isak Valtersen was a teenage boy and with that came internalized feelings and avoidance of communication. He spent more time morbidly thinking about his life than actively attempting to improve it. But that was about to change soon, considering the circumstances. He was entering his first serious relationship and everyone kept telling him that “trust and communication are the foundation of every healthy relationship!” (insert eye roll here). The issue was that most of the time what he really thought about was sex. And while he knew it was normal to think about, he was more than content with ignoring the topic than experiencing how awkward it could be to discuss it. Or: in which Isak and Even fall in love, discover their kinks, and experience life along the way. 

  • High For This by givemesumaurgravy
    Summary: Just twenty minutes ago, Isak was overwhelmed with coming out to his mom in a text, and an hour before that, he was consumed by a physics test. No where on his radar for today was… this. Or even the prospect of this. Or, what happened between the elevator scene and “Princess Vivian!”

  • Relationship Moments of Evak by skambition
    Summary: A collection of oneshots about our boys. Ranges from very explicit smut to very cute fluff. 

( ✓ - completed fics)

anonymous asked:

How is... Reyna white....?

anonymous asked:

Hugh said Will realized he was in love with Hannibal while he had that chat with bedilia, and it keeps making me think about when Will went to see Hannibal at the prison after that, and he knew he was in love with Hannibal while they talked (even though he said it wasn't good to see hannibal) i just..everything is mutual in that moment even though Will still hated the fact that he was in love with him

You didn’t ask for this, but sometimes when I want to make myself extra sad I think about what would have happened had Dolarhyde actually killed himself, making that goodbye actually, well, goodbye… for a time at least. And then I started writing a thing, and it got a bit out of hand, so I put it on AO3 and there will be a second chapter coming either tonight or tomorrow, whenever I have the time to finish it up…

hello goodbye | chapter 1


Ding dong, the Dragon’s dead. Well and truly gone. Will sits in his car outside BSHCI long enough to draw concern from within. Alana taps on his window.

“Everything okay?”

Will sighs and flips off the radio. “Just thinking. I’ll be in soon.”

Alana frowns, sadness in her eyes. “Go home, Will. He doesn’t deserve your goodbyes.”

Maybe he doesn’t, Will knows. But maybe this isn’t about what he deserves at all.

Will propels his body into movement. Out of the car and into the building, buzzing through one door to the next. The final set of doors dissolve before his eyes, the foyer of their shared memory taking form.

Hannibal Lecter is a monster, but Will now only sees the man. Antlers do not spring forth from his crown. His hands not talons but pale flesh too long hidden from the sun, cut through with veins pumping hot, red, human blood. His words are quiet, edging on desperate.

“You can go home again. If there’s any point. Is there any point?”

“I like my life there.”

“It won’t be the same. You’ll see it’s not the same.”

The words cut deep, an ache for which there is no balm. A hand to the glass between them. A goodbye. One final, quiet rejection.

Will manages to to turn and walk from the room, but once the doors have shut behind him he all but runs to his car. In the bar a short distance from his motel Will blinds himself, drink after drink. Beer, whisky, whatever the hell the guy winking at him from across the bar just sent over. He loses the contents of his stomach all over his shoes halfway back to his room.

The world goes black around him. He wakes the next morning miraculously in his bed, nightmare sweat drying on his brow. He cleans himself up and goes home.

[continue reading on AO3]

anonymous asked:

thank u for this oh my god im struggling so much rn: i'd really love something with lily picking james over snape like snape being the little shit he is and trying to break them up or something because i live on that shit

“How was your summer, Evans?” 

Lily is already smiling by the time she’s turned around. As she suspected, James Potter is standing in front of her in the prefect compartment, already in the uniform his mum likely forced him to put on. “Very good,” she tells him, though he already knows it. “Yours?”

“Fantastic,” says James. He raises his eyebrows at her. “I met a girl.”

Perhaps she’s too easily pleased, but her stomach jumps anyway. “Really? What was she like?”

“Oh, terrible,” he says, grinning. “Always calling me names, never pulling out my chair for me, and worst of all…. ginger.” James adds this in the tone one might use for talking about a relative who has contracted dragon pox.

She scoffs. “I’d heard her hair was more of an auburn colour.”

James gasps. “You know her too? I always reckoned she’d been stepping out on me, but I never thought it’d be with one of my mates.”

Lily elbows him in the ribs as he laughs.

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