Can I request The Boys goofing off on the ice? Just some typical college boy rough housing and laughing cuz they have no worries? Thank you!
Chowder stares at the net. Four corners. Four targets. He leans back and forth on his skates, digging himself into a groove he feels comfortable with. He brings his stick up and wipes the ice chips off it from where Holster snow showered him.
“Ready when you are,” he says.
Nursey and Dex both nod, each handling a puck. Ransom holds up the stop watch and takes a breath.
“Go,” he says.
Nursey passes him the first puck and the second it hits his stick, Chowder knows he’s got this. He hits the two lower corners first, and then the two upper corners. Four perfect passes from his fellow frogs, four perfect shots.
As soon as he hits the fourth target, Chowder’s head snaps up to look at Ransom. So do Nursey’s and Dex’s and everyone else, still gathered around to watch.
Ransom’s face doesn’t give anything away, though.
“So?” Dex asks. “Did he break it?”
Ransom skates slowly over to Chowder and holds out the stopwatch for him to look for himself.
“12.6 seconds,” he reads, eyes wide.
His teammates go wild around him, flying in to hug him and slap him on the back. But Chowder’s still blinking. It’s not only a new goalie record, it’s a new school record entirely. Four targets on four shots, all under 13 seconds. This can’t be real. Even Jack had a slower time than him. And Jack is… Jack.
“Really?” he squeaks, currently getting his ribs crushed by Holster’s bear hug.
“The stopwatch doesn’t lie, bro,” Ransom says.
Chowder can’t help the grin that starts to spread across his face. The stopwatch doesn’t lie. He just shattered the school accuracy shooting record.
i randomly got the idea of making up a brother for harry and gemma and decided i should write it and post it now since it’s harry’s birthday, i hope you enjoy x
“You ready?” Harry asked, loading the last suitcase into the back of his range rover.
“Yeah,” I nodded as I watched him close the trunk.
“Alright, let’s go.” He smiled, gesturing to the car.
Harry’s birthday was tomorrow and he and I were going to spend it with his family. It had been a while since we both had seen them, and we were all excited. Gemma even picked on Harry and said she was looking forward to seeing me more than she was to see him. Harry put his stuff in the car and then came to pick me up, and now we embarked on our about three and a half hour journey. We stopped to get some lunch, then went on our way.
After jamming to music and playing eye spy for a bit, which was Harry’s idea, we finally arrived at Anne and Robin’s house. We got out of the car and got our stuff, but before we could walk to the front door, Gemma bolted out if the house and hugged me tightly.
“I’ve missed you so much, (y/n). I’m so happy you’re here!” Gemma squealed.
Harry crossed his arms. “Glad to know you really do prefer my friends over me.”
Gemma rolled her eyes as she let go of me and hugged her brother. “I missed you too Harry, you know that.”
Gemma helped us bring in our stuff, Anne grinning at us as we walked in.
“Oh my goodness, (y/n), you just get more gorgeous by the day.” Anne said as she hugged me.
“I could say the same to you,” I complimented her as I hugged her back.
“Even Mum likes her more than me.” Harry all but whined.
Anne chuckled, walking over to Harry and hugging him. “Now, Harry, you know I love my children more than anything. (Y/n)’s just a really close second.”
Robin walked into the living room, looking nervous but trying to hide it. “Hello!”
“What’s going on Robin?” Harry questioned.
Robin sighed. “I know you expected it to just be the five of us, but your brother is coming as well.”
Harry’s confused look turned in to an angry one. “Since when was this planned?”
“Harry, don’t be like that,” Anne said almost sadly. “It was last minute, but Robert wants see you on your birthday just like we do.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”
“Wait, you guys have a brother?” I asked.
Gemma nodded. “Yeah, he’s the middle child and we haven’t really seen much of him lately. He didn’t even come here for Christmas, though he was supposed to.”
“He was in Ireland and couldn’t get a flight out here as they cancelled most of them because of the weather.” Anne explained.
“Likely story,” Harry mumbled.
Anne tapped his shoulder lightly with the back of her hand. “Enough, let’s be nice, yeah?”
Harry sighed. “Yes, Mum.”
A while after that, Anne and Gemma made lunch for everyone, insisting that Harry and I not help because we were guests. Though, she was a guest too, but I just did as she asked instead if bringing that up. Anne said we had about fifteen minutes until it would be ready, so Harry, Robin, and I sat in the living room watching tv. There was a knock at the door, and I could tell Harry was definitely not looking forward to seeing who was on the other side.
“Hello, Robert!” Robin said when he opened the door. “Come on in.”
When he came in I was in shock. He was really handsome. He had short brown hair, similar to Harry’s but a bit shorter as Harry’s had grown out some, and he had a bit of gel in it unlike Harry. Harry didn’t even look in his direction, but Robert looked over at us and smiled wide.
“Hello, baby brother!” Robert all but sang, causing Harry to cringe. Robert took off the sunglasses he had on,which were definitely unnecessary, and looked at me. “Who is this beautiful woman you have sitting next to you?”
Harry looked like he was getting more irritated by the second. “This is (y/n).”
“Ah, it is so nice to meet you,” Robert said as we shook hands. “How long have you known Harry? A couple months?”
“More like four years,” I corrected him.
Robert looked at Harry and I in shock. “Is that so? How is this the first time we’ve met?”
“Maybe because you’re never around, you–”
“Dinner is ready!” Gemma interrupted Harry. I laughed at her timing.
“Gemma! How are you, my gorgeous big sister?” Robert said as he hugged her.
“I’ve been great, and yourself?” She said politely.
“I’ve been well,” He nodded.
We all got some dinner and sat in the living room as we ate, making small talk.
“So, what have you been doing?” Gemma asked Robert.
“I’ve actually just finished up filming my second movie.” Robert said proudly.
“Of fucking course he has,” Harry muttered as he scowled.
“Really? In only a year? That’s lovely!” Anne said, hugging her son. “I’m so proud of you, Robby.”
“Thanks, Mum.” Robert smiled. “So, what have my siblings been up to, hm?”
“Well, I write articles for a site called The Debrief and I also write for Mtv and other websites too.” Gemma told him.
“That’s awesome, Gem! You’ve always been such a talented writer, I knew you’d go on to do great things.” Robert complimented. “And you, Harry?”
Harry completely ignored him, eating his food and acting as if his brother wasn’t even here.
“Uh, he’s finished up filming Dunkirk, and he did a cover and spread for Another Man Magazine, and he’s working on his solo music and stuff now.” I spoke for him.
“Ah, that’s nice.” Robert said. “And what are you? Are you his publicist?”
“Oh, no,” I laughed. “I’m just with him a lot. Plus, he helps me write songs because I’m a singer too.”
“Well isn’t he lucky? He gets to work with you.” Robert grinned at me.
“I’m not feeling well, I’m going to go lie down.” Harry told everyone as he got up from beside me, taking his plate to the kitchen then going upstairs.
When everyone was finished eating, Gemma and I decided to do the dishes, telling Anne to take a well deserved break.
“So, Gem, what’s up with Harry and Robert?” I asked her, taking the plate she just washed and drying it. “Harry seems like he despises him.”
“They’ve had this sibling rivalry ever since they were young. Whenever Harry did something, Robert had to one up him. And he do whatever it took to do it. As you could probably tell, he likes to charm his way around, and Harry hates how fake he sounds.” Gemma explained.
“Wow,” I sighed. “I literally had no clue about that. Or him, for that matter.”
Gemma nodded. “I’m not surprised, Harry never brings Robert up because of how much he dislikes him. That’s why he’s upset he’s here and keeping to himself. He’s probably afraid Robert’s going to take his spotlight on his birthday.”
“We won’t let that happen, right?” I wondered. “I mean, I wouldn’t want Harry’s day to be anything but amazing.”
“I feel the same way,” She agreed. “We’ll just have to make sure it doesn’t happen.”
Soon after, Gemma and I were finished and the dishes were put away. She made tea for us both, offering some to Anne and Robin, but they said they said they were going to bed. We sat and talked in the kitchen for a while, then right when Gemma said she was going to bed as well, Robert came in.
“You going to bed, Gem?” Robert asked her.
“Yeah, I’m tired from traveling and everything.” She told him.
“Alright, well goodnight,” He said as he hugged her.
“Goodnight,” She said back, going upstairs.
“So, what is a stunning girl like you doing hanging around with a guy like my brother?” He asked me, making me raise my eyebrows.
“Um, I’m not sure what you mean by that.” I lied.
He chuckled. “What I meant is, what do you see in him exactly?”
I gave him a look. “Excuse me?”
He sighed. “Look, all I’m trying to say is, if you’re trying to be with Harry then don’t bother. There are guys out there than can treat you much better than he can. Like me, for example.” I just stood there in shock. “Go out with me, and I’ll prove it to you.”
“Why the hell am I not surprised?”
I sighed in relief as Harry walked into the kitchen, a smug but angry look on his face.
“You know, (y/n) and I are actually together, but if we weren’t, there’s no chance in hell she’s do anything with you.” Harry slighted.
Robert laughed. “Really? Because she was about to agree to go on a date with me before you rudely interrupted us.”
“Cut the shit,” Harry spat. “I heard the whole thing, and she didn’t seem the least bit interested in you. And why would she be? You’re nothing but a dickhead that kisses ass to get what you want, and the only reason you try your damnedest to beat me at everything is because of how jealous you are of me.”
Robert scoffed. “Me? Jealous of you? Please, it’s you that’s jealous, Harry. You’ve always wanted what I had, ever since we were kids.”
“Really? Is that why you’re trying to flirt with my girlfriend? Because I want what you have?” Harry crossed his arms, waiting for Robert to reply.
“Look,” I spoke up. “Think we should all just go to bed, arguing isn’t going to solve anything.”
“No, actually, Robert was about to leave.” Harry countered.
Robert gave Harry a look. “And what makes you think I’m going to do that?”
“Because if you don’t we’ll have a big problem.” Robin said as he, Gemma, and Anne all came in. Robert looked at everyone in shock.
“I cannot believe you,” Anne said disappointingly. “How dare you treat Harry and (y/n) this way. You should be ashamed.”
Robert started to look sad, but then a slightly angry look appeared on his face. “And everyone wonders why I never come around anymore.”
“That’s your own damn fault and no one else’s,” Harry glared at him. “Now, get your things and go.”
The next morning, I came downstairs and saw Harry helping Anne with breakfast, Gemma and Robin drinking coffee and talking. I quietly walked up behind Harry and hugged him.
“Happy birthday!” I cheered.
He laughed, turning around and hugging me properly. “Thanks, lovely.”
“So, um, I have a question.” I said.
“Shoot,” He grinned.
“Why did you say I was your girlfriend last night?” I watched as he started to blush.
“Oh, I just said that so he’d, uh, leave you alone.” He shrugged.
“Sure.” I drawled out.
“Why else would I have done it?” He messed with his hair.
“I don’t know,” I said putting my finger on my chin. “Maybe, because you like me?” Robin, Gemma, and Anne tried to hold in their laughter.
Harry hesitated. “Well what if I do?”
“Then, maybe we should do something about it. Like go on a date?” I proposed.
“Maybe I’d like that,” Harry beamed.
“Quit saying ‘maybe’, and just go out tonight.” Gemma insisted, earning laughs from everyone.
“I think we should listen to your sister.” I said as I put my arms around Harry, and him doing the same to me.
“I think so, too.” He winked.
if you want to request something feel free to do so, requests are always open x
Did you really want to have dinner? No, you didn’t. You’ve lost your appetite for the night and going to bed without a meal sounded more like a plan, but you didn’t want to drop Yugyeom like that. You waited outside the corner restaurant until you heard Yugyeom down the sidewalk. You stopped kicking the pebbles under your shoes to see who else came along.
Going off on a tinfoil idea and assuming that EMP is real (real believer in it), we go back to the scene of Sherlock getting shot by Mary. We had left John downstairs, but what if John is not the victim as we see portrayed in season 4, as we’d assumed, what if he actually makes it to save Sherlock and shoots Mary from behind. I mean he did say “today we are soldiers” it would totally ft the scenario! Mary holding 2 people against gun point and one being a dear *cough* friend of his. But he nearly gets there with only seconds late causing the whole Sherlock in Mind Palace to go into effect. Now we’d have Mary gone, Sherlock in recovering, and CAM at the scene. Also, what if John is the one in “prison” (like Euros), since he would also needed an alibi!
Duuuude, hit me with Sterek and 18 or 19? Or 18 AND 19??
18. things you said when you were scared and 19. things you said when we were the happiest we ever were
“I want to get married,” Stiles says, petulantly.
Derek’s heart races at first, speeds with the excitement and exhilaration of the idea of it, before he realizes Stiles is holding Isaac’s wedding invitation, heavy cardstock with the pretentious french parfum wafting through the air.
“You just want presents,” he says, holding the door open and stepping back, so that Stiles can come in.
“No,” Stiles says. “I mean, yes, obviously I would have the world’s coolest registry and wouldn’t waste my time with crystal stemware, but that’s not my point.” He throws himself backwards onto Derek’s couch in a huff.
“You want to get married,” Derek repeats dryly.
“Exactly, my friend,” Stiles says, pointing at him. “Exactly.”
Although it had felt like an eternity, in reality y/n had only been with Jerome for a few weeks. She didn’t want to stay with him, she simply didn’t have a choice. At least, those were the words she kept telling herself.
Every morning when she woke up next to him, she told herself that this isn’t what she wanted, that she wanted to be back with her family. But something in her said he wasn’t that bad of a person, at least not to her. Jerome never made her do anything y/n wasn’t comfortable yet, he tip-toed around her, slowly pushing her boundaries, waiting for her to ask him to stop before he stopped. Jerome definitely put on a show in front of Jim, just to taunt him. But in the safety of Theo’s Penthouse, he was caring, attentive and respectful.
She sighs, rolling over in the soft bed. The silken sheets feel extra cold against her skin. Although she’s cold, practically shaking, she stays where she is, even though she can feel the heat radiating from Jerome. He’s on his side of the bed-it was a compromise they’d made, she’d sleep in the same bed as him as long as he kept his distance. She stares at his face, wondering if he’s asleep or awake, wondering if it would be so bad if she would just curl up next to him. In the dark she can just barely make out his closed eyes, his relaxed expression. “Jerome?” She whispers. When he doesn’t make a sound, she moves closer to him slowly, testing the waters. Even as y/n is directly by him, just barely not touching him, he doesn’t move. The warmth spreading from his body comforts y/n as she nestles close to him, burying her face in his chest.
After her body has warmed a bit, she begins to move away, back to the empty cold side of the bed. Y/n’s body already begins to chill the second she moves from him, causing a shiver to travel down her spine. The motion forces Jerome from his sleep and he reaches out, eyes still closed, pulling y/n back to him. He sighs softly, nuzzling her neck.
“You’ve been awake for the past three hours,” he murmurs. “You’re freezing cold, just stay over here.” Jerome holds her to him, but his arms are wrapped around her loosely, giving her the choice. Even with how much y/n wants to leave, wants to show that she doesn’t have a soft spot for the ginger, she can’t. The warmth of his body is slowly lulling her asleep and it doesn’t help any when he begins to trace circles on her back with his index finger, whispering soft nonsense to her. Something about the way he holds her and the way he whispers sweet nothings into her ear makes y/n feel safer than she has ever felt in her life. When y/n has finally fallen asleep, Jerome’s hand stops and presses against her back, pulling her closer to him. His other arm lays over her neck, curling at her head. He leans his head down, his nose brushing against her forehead. Jerome closes his eyes and lets out a small, content sigh.
“Well, look what we have here.” The sound of Barbara’s voice pulls y/n out of her sleep roughly and her eyes pop open. “I guess your plan worked, Jerome. She’s warming up to you.” Jerome mumbles something under his breath, having just been woken up by Barbara too. He nuzzles y/n’s neck, snuggling closer to her as he tries to fall back asleep. “Aw, isn’t that so cute, Tabitha? Look. Their like a-” Barbara doesn’t get a chance to finish her sentence before y/n pushes herself away from Jerome quickly, moving to the other side of the bed and standing up. A small whining noise leaves Jerome’s throat and he peers up at her, his expression somewhat blank. He rolls off the bed, standing on his feet, his head down. “O-oh.” Barbara says, her eyebrows shooting up. “Did I say something?” Y/n’s cheeks turn crimson red and she wraps her arms around herself.
“We aren’t like a couple and I’m not warming up to him; he kidnapped me.” She says, attempting to make her voice sound as serious as possibly. This causes Jerome to laugh loudly. “What? What’s so funny?” Y/n snaps, turning her attention to the now fully awake ginger. He’s bright eyes meet hers as he tilts his head.
“You.” He says. “This,” he motions around at the room.
“What do you mean?” Y/n asks.
“You pretending like there isn’t something,” he hisses, beginning to move around the bed. “Pretending like you don’t care about me,” Y/n backs up a bit as he reaches her. Jerome stares down at her, his gaze so intense that she shivers slightly. “This act that you put up in front of everyone else,” he mutters, reaching up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “When it’s so very clear,” he leans in, not stopping even as she backs up against the wall. Jerome reaches out, cupping one side of her face with his hand. “That you’re as into me as I am into you.” Y/n’s brain seems to freeze as he leans forward. “And I’m going to prove it, sweet-cakes.” Y/n reluctantly meets his gaze, and her heart calms a bit. Jerome has no darkness in his eyes, not right now. His eyes sparkle with a playful glint, his lips tilt up in an amused grin. Suddenly y/n is hit with a wave of light-heartedness and she grins at him.
“If you can catch me,” she says, launching herself past him before he has time to react. Jerome’s grin widens as he chases after her.
Barbara stands watching, one eyebrow raised as they run around the room, slamming into walls, sometimes tripping and crashing to the ground. Overall, they were making a huge ruckus. Barbara turns to Tabitha. “She doesn’t know what she’s in for, poor girl.” Tabitha mutters, shaking her head. Barbara rolls her eyes.
“She seems to like him, whether she’s realized it or not. I’ve never seen Jerome happier than when he’s around her; I don’t see the problem.” Barbara whispers.
Tabitha opens her mouth to respond, to tell Barbara about Theo’s plans he’d discussed with her, but y/n bolts over to them, not giving herself enough time to stop as she slams into the dresser beside the door. It thuds against the wall, everything on its shelves teetering around, a statue tipping off and barreling down towards her. Jerome launches out, throwing himself over her and pulling her head to his chest, trying to protect as much of her as possible. Luckily, the statue crashes to the floor about a foot away from Jerome. Theo runs to the door, staring at them with wide eyes.
“What is- Jerome,” he sighs, pressing his palm to his forehead. “Jerome, try not to break anything else, okay?” Theo scolds. When he turns his gaze to you, slight confusion flickers in his eyes before he raises his eyebrows. “You two seem to be getting along better,” he comments. Jerome rests his forehead on y/n’s, wiggling his eyebrows intensely.
“See? I told ya, sweet-cakes. You’re warming up to me. I’d even dare say that you like me.” He says. Y/n rolls her eyes as she giggles and steps away from him.
“You didn’t really make the best first impression but you’re definitely making up for it.” She says. Jerome sighs and moves his hand in a circular motion and he tilts his head, raising his eyebrows.
“But I’m making up for it, and that’s what counts, isn’t it doll?” Y/n’s heart flutters and she blinks, casting her gaze away from him. Something about Jerome is begging to pull her in, his sweet personality with a side so dark that it scared her, something about the way he was to her while no one but the Maniax were around. She wasn’t sure what that meant about her, but she didn’t want to think about it too much. Y/n smiles, meeting Jerome’s gaze once again.
“Tag!” She shouts as she leaps forward, the childish joy rising in her once again as she taps his arm, bolting past him and out into the kitchen. Jerome smiles, turning lazily.
“You’re really going to play tag?” Theo asks, raising his eyebrows.
“Any reason to be near her, yeah.” He murmurs softly before hoping out into the kitchen.
Lot’s of things happen at parties. Some good, some bad. Sometimes you can be tricked with a false sense of security, only to have the rug ripped out from underneath you.
That’s how it was for Nico di Angelo, five feet and four inches of lonely sadness, bundled up in your average fourteen year old.
The biggest problem with Nico was that everyone was scared to get close to him. He was one of those people born with a warning label on his head that screamed, “DANGER!! STAY AWAY!!” Of course that label only became louder when his mom died, then later his sister, leaving him with no one. But nobody even knew as they shrunk against the walls as Nico walked the halls of the old, rundown school. They left him in his dark scary place of a world…. except one.
There’s a church up on the mountain, or there was. By rights it should be a pile of rock and rotted wood–it’s been abandoned since before anyone can remember. But it’s still standing, stocked with wooden pews, a rusted iron bell still fixed to the hollow of its belfry. People don’t like to go there. Even the hill folk avoid it.
When Boyd Crowder gets out of prison, a thick white knot of scar tissue dug into his chest like a lighting bolt, he starts living in it. Tells anyone who asks that he’s finally seen the light, that Raylan Givens opened up a door for him and on the other side he found the truth.
Raylan Givens didn’t find out he had magic until he was nineteen and seventeen tons of dirt and rock collapsed on top of him. He walked out of the collapsed shaft dragging Boyd Crowder with him, the dirt making way and then closing up behind him. Five other men in the shaft died, but enough people saw it happen that Raylan only had about half an hour to gasp and shake in the sunlight while watching Boyd retch into the dirt before magical law enforcement showed up.
Turns out there was a fuckup in the system about eight years earlier, and the case worker that should have arranged for Raylan to have some kind of magical education never knocked on Arlo’s door. “It might not seem like it, son, but you’re one of the lucky ones,” the officer told Raylan, right there in the parking lot outside the mine. His partner was going around waving a stick at everyone’s faces until they turned vacant and easy and couldn’t remember anything at all, and Raylan was doing his best not to puke. “Kids from No-Maj homes usually end up causing trouble a hell of a lot earlier. Fourteen-year old down in Pikeville blew up her stepmom last year. Blew the woman up, just like she’d swallowed a stick of dynamite.”
Raylan left the mine and left Harlan the same day, drove all the way down to the institute at Cincinnati with a business card that kept flaring gold every time he touched it stuck in his wallet. He worked odd jobs for a few years while scraping together a remedial degree, discovered he had something like a talent for defensive spellwork.
Magical law enforcement’s tangled up pretty tight with regular law enforcement, it turns out. Raylan ends up at Glynco, and the rest is history.
Raylan’s sent back to Kentucky as punishment for using the killing curse on a man in Florida, in plain sight of about thirty No-Majs. “He drew first,” Raylan tells the chief, shrugging one shoulder. “It was justified.”
Art rolls his eyes. “I’ve heard that one before.”
Everyone in the office wears a gun and a badge as well as a wand. They’re part of the marshal service, after all. Just a very specific division.
Someone fires a goddamn rocket launcher at the church that serves as the entryway to the magical main street in Lexington, and halfway to Harlan the sheriff’s deputy finds a man shot dead in his car, cap to a rocket launcher sitting on the seat beside him. The corpse turns out to be a wizard–some half-ass Death-eater wannabe from Oklahoma. Kentucky isn’t Florida. People still talk about scourers here.
Raylan drives up to Harlan and finds Boyd Crowder sitting calmly under a confederate flag, a sawed-off shotgun hooked over his arm. He gives Raylan a warm embrace, a shot of bourbon, and enough smooth talking that Raylan’s utterly convinced someone’s broken the statute of secrecy in Harlan County, and the reigning hillbilly kingpin’s trying to squeeze some money of of it.
“Been so long since you came home, I almost forgot the look you get when you reckon you know something,” Boyd says, giving him that snake charmer’s grin. “Though I never have forgotten the day you left.”
“It was memorable,” Raylan agrees, even though he knows Boyd was obliviated, same as the others. “Can’t blame me for wanting to get out.”
“You talked to your daddy yet?” Boyd asks, still white-toothed and close.
“Boyd,” Raylan says, friendly-like. “What would you do if I came back here with a warrant and a memory charm with your name on it?”
“I’m not at all sure what you mean by memory charm,” Boyd says in the same tone, leaning in. “But I’d say any lawman ought to tread carefully in these hills, warrant or not. Lots of strange arsenals stashed up here.”
Ava’s a Squib, although the Randolphs are one of the oldest wizarding families in Kentucky.
“Don’t suppose you’ve broken the secrecy statute lately,” Raylan drawls.
“I’m the last dregs of an old bloodline,” Ava says, sitting him down in her dining room, pushing a glass of whiskey into his hands. “I got barely enough power to cast a lighting charm. Who’d believe me even if I told them?”
Raylan nods at the bloodstain in the corner. “Not your husband, by any chance?”
Ava smiles at him, somehow even prettier than she was at seventeen. “You can’t suppose that’d matter now, Auror Givens.”
“They just call us marshals, now,” Raylan says, and sips the last of his whiskey. “And I guess I can’t.”
It’s a Hatfield amulet, dug out of some long dead witch’s grave. The Imperius curse is braided into the metal; even a No-Maj could figure how it works.
Raylan’s fought off the curse before, with a hell of an effort, but Boyd’s persuasive even without mind control powers at his disposal. He sits at the head of Ava Crowder’s dinner table and tells Raylan to eat a chicken leg. Raylan obliges, and Boyd smiles at him.
“Why don’t you tell me about that man you killed in Florida,” Boyd says cajolingly. “Did you really tell him he had twenty-four hours to get out of town?”
“I really did shoot him,” Raylan says, and Boyd immediately shakes his head.
“Ah, ah,” he says. “You tell the truth, now, son.”
“I cursed him,” Raylan admits, not bothering to resist the pull of the spell.
“With what?” Boyd asks, intent. He gives Raylan a hungry little smile. “With that little stick right there? Put it on the table.”
Raylan’s hand jerks a little putting his wand on the table, but he does it. “You know this pretty necklace ain’t gonna hold me forever,” he says calmly. “It’s old, Boyd. Liable to wear right through.”
“Is that so,” Boyd says, and reaches for the wand. “Then we best get this over with now.”
It’s right about then that Ava comes into the dining room with a shotgun leveled at Boyd’s chest. Boyd draws his gun left-handed, not letting go of Raylan’s wand, and with Boyd’s attention thus divided Raylan manages to break loose of the Imperius.
It all happens in very quick succession: Ava fires, Raylan’s hand tangles with Boyd’s over his own wand, and Boyd’s eyes meet his in one wide green moment as Raylan mutters the killing curse.
* They figure out later that something went wrong with the curse, that there were too many connections between him and Boyd for it to work as it should. They were touching, they were sharing breath, Boyd’s will was cinched around Raylan’s neck, they had dug coal together.
Raylan sees Boyd onto a hospital stretcher instead of zipped into a body bag, acid green veins spidering over his chest away from the wound. Boyd murmurs “you did it, you really did it, you really are,” quiet like a dying man in Raylan’s ear, and Raylan feels unsteady even with the necklace off him, like he’s lost something, like there’s a piece of Boyd still pierced in him like a splinter.
It’s Rachel who comes up with the answer, in the end, slamming down a case study from the nineties onto his desk. It’s a British case, which he’s never paid a whole lot of attention to, but the killing curse and the lightning bolt scar are similar enough to rouse his interest. He rubs his thumb over the words neither shall live while the other survives, shrugs it off. There’s a headstone with his name on it planted in his daddy’s yard. Not like a curse makes much of a difference, assuming there is some truth in it.
Boyd Crowder locks himself into the church on the mountain, sits there in that holy dark and falls to his knees. He prays, not just to God, but to the pulse of Raylan’s breath on his jaw, to the spark of bright fury in Ava’s eyes, and then for good measure he prays to the distant memory of Raylan Givens’s hand tight on his arm fifteen years earlier, dragging him out of hell and into the light. He puts his whole body and his whole soul into the prayer, and opens his eyes to the dark of the church all around him, an ancient edifice the world has forgot. He snaps his fingers, holds his breath, and a little blue light enters the world, a small star shining in his cupped palms.
“Oh Raylan,” Boyd murmurs to that little light. “I am truly grateful you’ve returned.”
Authors Note: To the person who requested: I hope you feel better soon, and I hope this is what you were looking for. Definitely not my best work, but I’ve been working on this for hours so I think this will be the best it gets :) REQUESTS ARE OPEN SO PLEASE REQUEST YOUR PROMPTS. I ALSO LOVE HEARING FROM YOU GUYS SO PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK.
Request: Could you please write a one shot where the female reader needs an emergency surgery and Lin kind of helps her through it. I’m in the ER right now and I would really appreciate it. Thanks a lot :)
It happened unexpectedly and quite quickly. Also at the wrong time. Luck was never on your side, and today life decided to throw a big boulder on top of you that crushed you flat. Life was a bitch. You had decided to take a vacation to NYC by yourself to enjoy some time you had off of work. Your idea of a relaxing time off was cut short by an emergency surgery you needed to have. So now you sat in a hospital bed waiting for everything to happen with nobody next to you. “Miss, do you have anybody that you would like to come over before your operation?” a nurse asked. Your operation was going to be in a few hours, and all of your family and friends lived on the opposite side of the country. You knew they wouldn’t be able to make it, and that was a fact. You knew one person in the entire state of New York. Lin. and you hadn’t talked to him for many a years. Last time you saw him was in college. You guys had been best friends, but eventually drifted apart as he went into theater and you headed towards writing. You remembered him giving you a note at graduation with his phone number and a note that said: ‘if you’re ever back in town, call me.’ You had put the number into your phone but never had the guts to call him. That was 10 years ago. You wondered if he still had the same number as you pulled out your phone. Lin pulled out his phone as he sat in a cafe. ‘Unknown number?’ he thought as he pressed the green button. “Hello?” he asked. Your heart jumped to your throat, he sounded the same as he did 10 years ago. “Um, HI? Lin?” you said trying to be calm. “Who is this?” he questioned. “So this is going to be really awkward, I don’t even know if you remember me…” you rambled “Y/N?” he said. Lin’s heart skipped a few beats. He was flushed by the countless memories you two shared in college. Every party you two went to, drunken kisses you two shared (which you did not remember *YiKeS*), and his feelings which he had harbored towards you. “And to what do I owe this pleasure to?” he asked a smile spreading his face. “Remember when you gave me that note at graduation? Well I’m back in town… “ you began slowly. “You’re in town?” He questioned. “Yeah and I was wondering if you wanted to meet?” you asked. “When?” “Does right now work?” you asked hurriedly. “Now? Yeah that works” he responded packing all of his belongings back into his backpack, getting ready to leave. “Where are you?” He asked heading out of the cafe trying to catch a taxi. “In the hospital…” you said hoping he wouldn’t back out. “I’m headed there right now” Lin quickly said. When he thought you had hung up, he whispered into his phone “I missed you.” A few minutes later a familiar person walked through the doors of your hospital room.”Lin!” you exclaimed feeling comfortable around him already. “Y/N!” He said before he realized you were in a hospital gown. He hurried over to you, “Are you ok?, What happened?” he asked. “It’s nothing, just needed a surgery” you said smiling masking your emotions. Your friendship picked up just where it had left off. He pulled out a chair to sit next to your bed. A few hours must have passed because the nurse walked in. “Mr. Miranda, you have 5 minutes left” she said before walking out. That was when it hit you, you were actually going to have to do this. Lin must have sensed something because he pulled you into a hug. In his embrace you lost your hold on your emotions and began to cry. “Shhhh, Y/N it’s going to be ok, you’re going to be ok” he whispered in your ear, stroking your hair. You pulled yourself together enough to look at him in the face. In this moment Lin made a snap decision, something he had wanted to do for 4 years, and regretted not doing for 10. He used his hand in you hair to bring your face closer to his, and softly placed his lips onto yours, uncertain. Before you could react or say something, the nurse returned and said his five minutes were up and ushered Lin out. You looked at him with wide eyes as he walked out of your room with a beet red face. He had definitely distracted you from your surgery, as your last thought before fading into the powers of anesthesia was Lin. You woke up in your hospital bed, back in your room. You looked around and saw 20 ‘get well soon’ balloons scattered around your room with a few vases of colorful flowers. Confused, you looked around for a card or some type of addressed item. Your eyes landed on a small post it note stuck to your bedside table. ‘If you’re ever back in town, call me.’ it said. You suddenly remembered all of the events previous to your surgery. You frantically reached for your phone, also by your bedside, and began calling Lin. When he picked up you didn’t actually know what to say. A minute went by of complete silence before you finally broke it. “Lin, I need you” you whispered almost inaudibly. At that Lin was already on his way to the hospital. He walked in sluggishly not knowing what to expect. When he arrived you smiled up at him slightly. He shuffled his way over to you. “Lin…” you began, your voice raspy. Lin reached for a cup of water by your bedside putting it up to your lips. You gratefully accepted, and took a big gulp. You swallowed before you continued “what happened yesterday Lin?” you asked. He looked at your fragile state before sighing. “I- I’m not quite sure Y/N.” he managed to get out before looking down at his hands. “Yeah, me neither. If you’re gonna kiss me, might as well do it right” you mumbled. His head shot up to look at you. “Shoot, did I say that out loud?” you asked turning red. He answered you by moving a hair out of your face, and leaning into you. This time he added just the right amount of pressure, his lips moving in sync with yours. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip and you opened your mouth slightly letting him come in. Soon enough you went up for air. Panting from the heated kiss. “Was that better?” he asked, slightly chuckling. “Much.” you said, blushing. He stayed by your side until you were emitted from the hospital, coming by every break he had. “Lin, you really don’t have to come every day” you said looking at him walking into the room. “Wow, and I thought you enjoyed my company.” he said jokingly, putting a hand over his heart. He walked over and pressed a kiss of your temple. “Besides, I come here to check out the cute nurse, not you” he said smirking. You swatted at his arm laughing. He stayed with you until he was called back to work. You were out of the hospital in no time. Thanks to Lin’s company, time seemed to fly. Today was your last day in New York, and you decided to to out for dinner with Lin. You were outside of your Hotel room Lin following behind you, insisting you got back safe. You turned around after you opened the door. He handed you a small card with his hand writing on it. ‘If you’re ever back in town, call me.” You smiled and looked up at him. “I hope it doesn’t take another 10 years” he said rubbing his neck, a smile playing with the corners of his mouth. You grabbed him by the collar and pushed his lips onto yours. When you parted you replied “It won’t, I can bet you that.” He turned to leave when you called out to him. “Oh and Lin, I missed you too.”
You sat in your bedroom, your cousin had locked in you from trying to escape. You walked over pounding on the door, as you heard the lock turn and Baekhyun stand in the doorway.
“What’s the problem?” He asked, his eyes glancing towards Jongin who was also put on door guard duty.
“I didn’t know you were going to bring me back to this hell.”
“Sorry, you don’t go against the boss, not unless your an idiot, and Baekhyun’s not an idiot.” He shrugged his shoulders as he heard Jongin chuckle. “I’m not.” he said sternly glaring at him.
“Your an idiot to me.” You hissed as you walked away from the door. Baekhyun shook his head as he turned around shutting the door behind him. You heard the lock turn as he resumed his position in front of the door.
“Maybe next time, don’t mess with the bosses cousin?” Jongin whispered as Baekhyun glared at him.
“I do still have my gun.” Jongin chuckled as he sat back down on his chair.
“I’m not scared, you’re a terrible shot.”
“Ya!” baekhyun yelled at him.
Chanyeol walked into your apartment Jongdae stayed next to the door as he looked around. Your heart raced as he took in the child toys on the floor and a photos on the top of the front dresser. His gaze first landed on a picture of him and you, one of the first ones he had taken of you two, both smiling and happy. The next one was of you and a two young children, both couldn’t be more than 3. His eyes widen as he felt his heart race.
“It’s been about 3 years since you left.” He whispered, he picked up the photo of you and the child. His hand was shaking as he traced the babies face. He would recognize those ears anywhere, both of them had it. They had his ears.
“I found out when I was about five months. You thought I just gained some weight. At the time you were being hunted and I couldn’t risk it.”
“I would have protected you.”
“Chanyeol, you couldn’t even protect yourself. You hadn’t yet merged with Kyungsoo, and by the time I found out, I was already on the run and scared to emerge. I had two mouths to feed, and I thought you were better off gone without me.”
“I’ve been looking for you since you left. I’m never okay without __.” Her eyes held his own tears as yours began to fall as you heard giggles coming down the hall. You quickly whipped them away.
“Excuse me who are you?” You heard the grandmother from down the hall ask.
“Mrs. Capella? You can come in.” You call as she comes in with two young waddling toddlers on each hand.
“Eomma!” the called in unison as they waddled over to you, wrapping their arms around you as you bent down to greet them.
“Do I need to get my cane?” Mrs. Capella asked as she glared at the young man. She recognized him from the pictures.
“No, Mrs. Capella, we’re okay. He won’t hurt us.”
“I’ll be down the hall if you need me.” Mrs. Capella excited not without a sharp glare at Chanyeol who tried to suppress the shudder of fear he suddenly got.
“Shes ex-Italian mob. She scares a lot of people.”
“Eomma? Is that Appa?” You look at Chanyeol as he sets the photo down. He walked over and bent down to their height as he smiled.
“Appa’s here, did you miss me?” Both nodded as you gave a small smile. He pat their heads as he leaned in kissing you on the top of your head. Both of you feeling complete.
“Now do you two want to tell me what that was about?” Jongin asked you and Jong-dae sat in the back of his car.
“You have some blood on your chin.” You point out as Jongin slams on the breaks. He reaches out and grabs turns his gun pointing it at Jong-dae. In turn Jong-dae smiled at him, knowing he actually wouldn’t shoot him.
“What did I say?”
“I got her out, we were just about to get out when you came in.”
“Jongin, please Jong-dae wasn’t at fault, I left the club because I got angry, I just wanted some time to myself.” You reasoned as Jongin put the gun down beside him.
“When we get back to the compound, you’re being locked in your room.” Your jaw dropped as Jong-dae laughed at you as you hit him. “Your being barred from seeing her until I say otherwise.” Jong-dae’s smile dropped as he gripped your hand.
“You can’t do that.”
“Higher on the chain then you.” he mumbled as Jong-dae pulled you closer wrapping his arm around you. “Not going to change my mind….Not at all.” He mumbled as Jong-dae kissed your head.
Now I remember why I stopped checking into tumblr so often I mean just look at the reaction to the Jontron drama. Tumblr needs to understand that people have different opinions and we'll never all agree with each other.