Behind the Scenes of The Runaway Bride (Part Four)
Excerpt from Benjamin Cook’s interview with David Tennant in DWM 378
BC: Now that you’re not only famous but also very rich, do you go mad with extravagance at Christmas?
DT: Yes, I do. I’ll be reclining on a bed of money, having champagne drip-fed to me by a harem of scantily-clad witches. I’d imagine that’s how I’ll spend Christmas.
BC: What are you hoping for from Santa?
DT: I’m not sure. Um - I know that lots of children are hoping for Cyberman heads this Christmas, so maybe one of those. On Boxing Day, thousands of kids will be running up and down the streets talking like Nicholas Briggs. He’ll be everywhere!
BC: Is that a good thing?
DT: Possibly not.
BC: I suppose we’d better mention The Runaway Bride…
DT: I’m still thinking about Nick Briggs.
BC: What do you make of the script?
DT: I love it. Actually, ‘romp’ is a good description of it. Or caper comedy. It’s got something of that about it, which is a good thing at Christmas. If it were a 1950s movie, it’d star Spencer Tracy and Katherine Hepburn.
Title is from this song that came up on the radio when I was editing this. I guess you could say it was a… Sign of the Times. (For real, it was the first time I heard that wonderful song and it fit the story like a glove.)
I hope you enjoy it!
(Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, fluff, teen and up audiences, 3045 words.)
He had met Nico di Angelo at a frat party. Both of them had been dragged there by friends, both of them were tipsy, and both of them were only dancing because of the alcohol in their systems.
They had started talking because Nico accidentally stepped on Will’s foot, which had him apologizing profusely. Will had laughed it off — he hadn’t even felt anything.
Looking back on it, it hadn’t taken them long to start kissing at all. Maybe ten, fifteen minutes after meeting each other, and Will was gently pressing Nico against a wall, caressing his back with his fingertips, and exploring his mouth as if he had all the time in the world to do so.
He had never thought he’d be confident enough to flirt with a stranger, much less with a boy with unknown sexuality, but this felt like a night for firsts, and so he decided to enjoy it.
“I should probably go.” Nico murmured at some point, and it made Will inexplicably sad — maybe because of the alcohol.
“Just five more minutes?”
They kept kissing for much longer than five minutes. Once Nico really had to go, they parted with a goodbye and a peck on the lips, and Will was pretty sure he’d never see him again.
Hunk and Lance knew each other before the Garrison and have been bffs since childhood
Hunk and Lance didn’t meet in the same preschool nor did they ever go to the same school (until the garrison) but met each other in a nearby playground where they continued to meet up for the next 8-11 years of their life, they usually let off steam about the shit that goes down in their schools.
“Like, if you’re going to steal something from the mall -” “Don’t wear your uniform?” “EXACTLY. God, that guy was so stupid.” “Agreed.”
“Then… then he KICKED the guy’s nose!!! He was bleeding, Lance! He needed to be taken to the hospital!!” “Oh my God, and then what?” “A girl was crying the whole entire time and -” the stories they share go on and on.
Lance’s mom and Hunk’s mom are interested in the same things so their sons r bffs and so r they and their moms drag them off sometimes to do grocery shopping but Hunk and Lance are aways ‘can’t we just stay at hoooommmmeeee?’ ‘no you’re going to help me and hunk’s mom buy groceries for our party’ ‘what party????’ ‘a joint family party!!!!’ ‘??????? !!!! A JOINT FAMILY PARTY ????’
Hunk’s family and Lance’s family are really close buds now
It’s almost surreal how much the two families are alike to interests???
Hunk and Lance meet up after graduating middle school and decide to finally enrol in the same school. Both of them couldn’t have been anymore excited and happy.
Hunk is Lance’s only tether to Earth because Hunk is childhood and playground days, fighting off bullies and staying up at night under covers and pillow forts, charting stars while laying on muddy grass after rain, stealing cookies when their mothers aren’t looking, and making stupid jokes together as the sun went down – all of their world, quiet and soft and sound.
Lance loves Hunk and Hunk loves Lance. They’re best friends, because water breathes life on Earth and what is water without it’s Earth?
Anonymous said:Hi~ I’m new to your blog :) I love all of your scenarios. Can I request an angst scenario for I.M where you’re his bestfriend and you introduce him to your sister. You liked him for a long time and you gained courage to confess but you saw him and your sister kissing and telling you they hid their relationship to you? Thanks alot!
Y/SN = Your sister’s name
“Come on, Changkyun!” You whined pulling his arm toward your family’s front door.
He laughs at your enthusiasm. As Changkyun is your best friend, he’s been over several times. He’s also no stranger to your family. Over the years he’d gotten quite close to your mother and father. The only person he hadn’t met is your sister. Both of them are quite important to you, so wanting them to meet is only natural. Of course, Changkyun is your best friend, and your relationship with your sister has always been a good one. Although she’s two years older than you, the two of you had always been close growing up. She left the state for college 3 years ago, and only visits periodically now. You’d tried to introduce them during her last visit, but the timing never seemed to be right. Changkyun and your sister canceled more times than you could count, excuses coming from both ends. Eventually, you’d given up, vowing to have them meet the next time she was in town. Which is now! Her plane had landed less than 2 hours ago, while your parents went to pick her up from the airport you worked on talking Changkyun to come over for a visit.
“I actually have plans a little later.” He stated. Oh no. No bailing this time.
“This won’t take long! You can meet her and go if you want!” You’d pleaded.
Not one to withstand your puppy face, Changkyun gave in pretty easily, and that’s how you two ended up here. With you pulling him toward the door so he could meet the only other person beside him you considered to be important in your life,
“Y/SN!” You called in a sing-song tone once you’ve entered. Changkyun laughed from behind you.
“Y/N!” Her voice called before she jumps into sight.
Her eyes widened in shock as she saw Changkyun behind you, but she was quick to fix it, plastering a smile on her face and launching herself toward you. You wrapped your arms around her and returned her embrace. After a few shrieks and squeals, you pulled away and turned to Changkyun.
“This is my sister Y/SN. Y/SN, this is my best friend Changkyun.” You smiled.
They held their hands out to one another and shook, “It’s great to finally meet you, Y/N speaks really highly of you.” Y/SN says.
“Likewise.” Changkyun smiled.
“You two go on the porch, go talk!! I’m gonna grab some snacks.” You beamed and left before either of them could reply.
You quickly grabbed whatever snack within your reach. The dorky smile never left your face as you waddled towards the porch with the snacks and drinks tucked firmly in your arms. You saw Changkyun just casually talking to your sister, looking serious, but you just brushed it off since he always looks so serious.
“Yeah, but she can-..” You barely heard your sister reply to him as he cut her off.
“Y/N! You’re gonna drop something!” Changkyun sighed with a quiet whine as he stood up and walked up to you. Taking some stuff out of your arms, you two walked out onto the porch. You sat in the middle, your best friend on your left and your sister on your right. You glanced in between the both of them as the awkward silence grew.
“So, what were you two talking about?” You asked, trying to start a conversation, but as soon as the question rolled off your tongue, the two began to quickly say different topics. You looked at both of them, the confusion clear on your face.
“O..kay then?” You squinted and shrugged. Between the three of you, small talk came and went. At one point, you kept trying to find excuses to leave, but before you could say an excuse, Changkyun beat you to the punch.
“Uh, I gotta go. I have practice.” He quickly mumbled and tried to walk off quickly.
“Wait!” You exclaimed and stood up. “You’re still sleeping over right?” You saw him visibly tense up.
“Um, are your parents okay with that?” You heard him sigh softly before turning around to look at you.
“Yeah, they’re always okay with that. Plus, they have a dinner party to go to so they won’t be home till late.” You explain with a hint of disappointment and confusion in your voice.
“T-Then yeah. I’ll come.” He gave you a small smile before looking towards your sister and sighing. You and your sister saw him walking away, running his hand through his hair.
“What was that about?” You ask, turning to look at your older sister. You expected a reply but you only got a shrug. Sighing, you two spent the rest of the afternoon together.
A knock on the front door made you pause the video game you and your sister were playing.
“Give me a sec. It might be Changkyun.” You say, not hiding your smile. You went and opened the door only to see him carrying a duffle bag, most likely having pajamas, movies, and different snacks. He greeted you with a small wave and a smile. You returned the greeting with a tight hug.
“So, what have you done all afternoon?” He asked as he walked into the house with you by his side after closing the door.
“Nothing much. Just some casual competitions between sisters.” You say, looking towards your sister. She looked up from her phone and looked towards your direction. She and Changyun held eye contact for a split second before he turned to look at you.
“I’m gonna put my stuff up in your room, okay?” He asked, not really expecting an answer and walked up the stairs. You shrugged and continued your game with your sister. Changkyun came downstairs in the middle of the game, just quietly sitting beside you. You groan at the TV and lean your head back.
“I win! Again!” Your sister flaunts. Changkyun, on the other hand, looks at how you’re being a sore loser and takes the control away from you while laughing at your pout.
“My turn.” He smiles and starts playing with your older sister For the rest of the night, the three of you kept playing until your sister yawned and stood up.
“It’s getting late, we should all go to bed.” She smiled sleepily at you.
“Awe, one more round?” You asked, with a smile. “Tomorrow, promise. The both of you also should go to bed.” She chuckled started to make her way up the stairs.
“Okay, mom!” You teased and lowered the volume to the TV. Only to continue playing until both you and Changkyun started to feel sleepy. Yawning, he helped you clean the living room a bit before the both of you walked up the stairs to your room.
“So, it seemed like you got along with Y/SN.” You smiled as you sat down on the edge of your bed, looking at your best friend, who had his back to you as he changed.
“Why do you say that? You two acted like you guys known each other for a while now.”
“I just acted like that so I won’t make you upset.“He said, raising his voice.
"Make me upset? You’re the one that sounds upset.”
“I’m just tired, okay?” He said, trying hard to raise his voice again.
“Fine.” You sighed and grabbed your pajamas then went to go get changed in the bathroom. It wasn’t unusual that you and Changkyun had an argument. You two have multiple arguments because you both have strong personalities. But it did surprise you that he suddenly got so defense over the simple subject. Sighing, you got changed then walked back to your room. You saw Changkyun sitting against the foot of your bed, texting on his phone.
“Who are you texting?” You ask softly, Changkyun barely even heard you.
“Um, Hoseok.” He hesitated before mumbling and putting down his phone. “Hey, I’m sorry for acting like a dick, kind of. Before you left.” He stood up, leaning against your bed as he apologized.
“Forget about it. Let’s just go to sleep, yeah?” You turned around and gave him a small smile so he doesn’t continue to think that you’re mad at him.
“Okay.” He sighed and went to go lay down as you turned off your light. Then you got to think about the argument again. Yeah, the fight was stupid. If you could even call it a fight. You turned your light on, making Changkyun groan because he was about to fall asleep.
“What?” He whined.
“Why did you tense up when I asked to make sure that you were staying the night? And why did you and my sister always make awkward eye contact?”
“Because I just met her.” He mumbled and turned away from you, hoping you would just leave it there.
“I know Y/SN was dating someone but she hasn’t told me how it is.” You point out.
“Are you saying that I’m the one dating her? I just met her!” He sat up on your bed.
“I was-…” He cut you off before you could finish.
“I don’t know why we’re even having this conversation.” Changkyun stood up and shook his head.
“Where are you going?” You asked as he made his way out your bedroom door.
“I’m going to sleep downstairs. Goodnight.” He said kinda angrily and shut your door, harder than he should’ve.
You sighed, knowing that you most likely should’ve been smarter about everything. You were tempted to go downstairs and apologized, but it would’ve made things worse since he was still angry. You shook your head at yourself and turned off the lights. You didn’t fall asleep right away but soon enough.
The next morning, you woke up a little on the later side, but you knew you still needed to apologize. You basically sprung out of bed, as you got dressed, you started to think: “I should tell him how I feel. But it could make things worse. The chances anytime would 50/50. Might as well just do it, huh?” You fixed your hair quickly as you made up your mind.
You’d had a crush on your best friend for quite some time. It started off completely platonic. In fact, in the beginning, you’d found him undatable. He was mostly quiet and extremely awkward, which you found off-putting. It almost seemed as though he didn’t want to be your friend. After taking the time to get to know him you couldn’t help but be attracted to him. He was kind and childlike. He made you smile with lame jokes.Your heart skipped a beat with every encouraging word that left his lips. He was everything a good boyfriend should be, but he wasn’t your boyfriend. Yet… With any luck, your confession would go over smoothly and it’d be a happy ending for the two of you. The prospect of finally dating Changkyun made you giddy with glee. You’d rationalized why the confession needed to happen now, over and over in your head, before yanking your bedroom door open and stepping out into the barren hallway.
Walking out of your room, you took so many deep breaths, that you couldn’t even tell if it was helping to slow down your rapid beating heart. You heard some quiet talking, but since you were standing in front of your sister room, you assumed that she was just on the phone with a friend. You walked downstairs, slowly trying to think of a simple way to explain everything to your best friend. Midway on the stairs, you were about to call out to Changkyun, but what you saw in the living room made you want to run out of your house instead.
“So I was right.” You said loud enough for the couple to hear and not your sleeping parents. Changkyun, who was basically making out with, the only other person you trusted, your sister, pulled away quickly as soon as he heard your voice.
“I can explain!” He exclaimed quickly as he saw the tears in your eyes.
“Don’t. I get it.” You sighed shakily, and rushed out of the house, slamming the door behind you. You weren’t really at them, more at yourself. You felt so stupid that you couldn’t see their relationship. You had the signs, so why couldn’t you see it? At this point, tears were streaming down your cheeks, your mind was running with all of these hints that were making their relationship obvious. You heard Changkyun yelling your name behind you. Not wanting to see the only person that broke your heart, you ran faster than turning around the corner, losing him behind you.
Hi I LOVE your work and you totally don't have to write this but like you know the au where people's hair color change with their emotions what if like it was like that in a muggle au for wolfstar!
hi I’m so sorry I hate to be annoying! but I’m the anon that sent in the hair color changing au and I kinda just realized how cute it would be for jamesxteddy :)(again you can totally just ignore this I’ll understand, I’d hate to be a bother!)
You’re definitely not annoying! Thanks so much for your prompt(s)! I have a load of others in my inbox but this really appealed to me and I just had to write it and I was actually able to write all of it in one day whereas so many others I was only able to write half! Anyway this is my first james x teddy fic and I changed the ages a bit (teddy’s a year or two younger and all the other next gen kids except Victoire is well about a year or two older because I wanted to age gap to not be so big)
So yeah I went with the James x Teddy fic because I think that’s what you wanted in the end so I hope you like it!
Being a metamorphmagus was something that Teddy honestly loved
As a child he loved changing his face into animal faces like
a duck’s or one time he even gave himself a giraffe neck and almost stuck his
head through Harry’s kitchen ceiling.
Once he got to Hogwarts he would impress his dorm-mates by
showing them how he could make his fingers any length he wanted and how he
could make himself taller than the others and make his voice deeper, managing
to make his friends ever so slightly jealous but also intrigued.
It made him likeable but Ginny always said it wasn’t being a
metamorphous that made him special, it was the things he chose to do with it.
Like turning into Professor McGonagall and pretending to
give a lecture just to make a first year Slytherin laugh after she’d been
crying, it was turning into Harry and telling Granddad Weasley made up facts
about the muggle world until he was caught.
Harry once told him that Teddy used his gift that his mother
gave him to continue his father’s legacy and that was what Teddy loved the most
about himself. How he was equally both of them, even if he had never met them.
But unfortunately his gift had a price.
He could change anything about his body just by thinking of
it except for his hair on his head.
For some crazy reason, his head hair was controlled to his
emotions; well there was some actual logic behind it as other metaphorphmaguses
had the same condition, apparently Hermione and Percy had researched it when he
was a child but Teddy didn’t really care why it happened, he just wanted it to
stop but unfortunately there was no way of doing so.
He’d tried dyeing it in third year after he was left
mortified when his hair turned a shade of pink when he saw a sixth year boy
shirtless in the quidditch locker room.
Pink he realised on that day meant he had a crush and that
wasn’t good because now everyone could tell he had a crush on someone.
However dyeing it didn’t make one bit of difference, he’d
walked down from his dorm with his newly dyed brown hair and the second his
friend laughed and made a comment about what happened in the locker room, his
hair turned orange, orange which was for embarrassment.
For about a year and a half after that Teddy decided to just
not have crushes on people but that turned out to be rather difficult being a
bisexual teenager surrounded by attractive people every day at Hogwarts.
The worst part of it was when he started dating and a few
times even though he and the other person said they were casual, Teddy could tell
the other felt hurt whenever their eyes flitted up to his hair and it was blonde
for friendship or fondness and not pink.
So after that he decided beanies and hats would become his
new best friends. He’s seen a few photos of his dad wearing hats and found a
few of his old ones. His mum had a few eccentric ones too so he wore those on
his rebellious days but he preferred his dad’s old beanies because they covered
all of his hair.
He started taking them off during the breaks though ever
since he came home for the summer holidays and saw Harry’s worried frown at the
That was an embarrassing conversation in which Teddy had to
insist he wasn’t ashamed of who he was, he just didn’t like the whole world
being able to tell what he felt at any moment.
But Teddy knew it worried Andromeda and Harry slightly
though they tried their best not to show it and realistically it was rather
stupid wearing beanies during the summer holidays so he didn’t wear them outside
But everything changed during his seventh year and the
summer before it started.
That summer he’d spent a lot of the time with Andromeda and
weeks here or there with the Potters and Weasleys. He loves all the Weasley
cousins and thankfully several are in Hogwarts now so they’re all really close.
He’s always been the closest with Victoire though as she’s
only a year younger than him but there was never anything romantic between
them, the only small moment they had was at King’s Cross at the beginning of
seventh year when he kissed her to make her ex jealous and they laughed about
Once he’d calmed down
enough and looked around to see if the ex saw their kiss, he was at first happy
on Vic’s behalf that he did but instantly he felt his heart plummet to his
stomach when he saw James staring at them with wide eyes.
James Sirius Potter, Victoire’s cousin who was starting his
fifth year that year.
James who Teddy had spent the summer laughing with, playing
pranks on James’s cousins with and talking about everything with.
Because Victoire was great but Teddy just always felt he and
James could talk about anything with each other.
In that moment James and Teddy looked at each other for what
felt like eternity, Teddy saw hurt in James’s eyes and put that down to James
thinking Teddy liked Victoire, maybe that they were even dating and that he’d
never told him, even though they’d sworn that summer that they’d told each
Teddy takes a step forward, forgetting about Victoire beside
him, wanting to talk to James, explain himself and the situation, anything to
rid himself of the tightening knot of guilt in his stomach.
James merely shook his head, turned and ran from him to
where his family were standing around Lily who was starting her first year at
Hogwarts this year.
Teddy swallowed down his feelings and forced himself to turn
back to Victoire and smile, pretending he’d been listening to her words of
Teddy was Head Boy this year so thankfully he was too busy
giving talks to the prefects and organising patrol schedules on the train to
think about James’s heartbreakingly sad brown eyes but once the feast started
and James ignored Teddy’s silent invitation to sit beside him, Teddy couldn’t
stop thinking about them.
While the first years hurried up the steps one by one to be sorted
and as the headmistress and the sorting hat gave their speeches, Teddy thought
about the times he spent with James that summer.
He thought about all their late nights on the roof of the
Potter’s house under the stars.
He lets himself remember the one talk in particular that he’s
been trying to forget all summer.
The night when he told James more about the loneliness he
feels without his parents than he could ever dream of telling Harry or
He remembers James repaying in kind, revealing how he hates
how people look at him as the son of the Boy Who Lived and one of the greatest
chasers the Holyhead Harpies ever had and how he sees himself as a
disappointment because he struggles to pass his classes and can’t play
quidditch if his life depended on it.
Teddy had looked at him and reassured him that he was the
farthest thing from a disappointment and that he was so proud of him and he
knew Harry and Ginny were too.
James had smiled, that dazzling white bright smile of his
and Teddy had felt his stomach clench but not in a bad way, instead it was in a
weirdly happy way.
He didn’t understand it until a second later when James’s
eyes flickered up to his hair and he whispered into the night, “Why is your
hair pink? What does that mean?”
Teddy’s eyes had widened in horror, he’d given some feeble
excuse that he couldn’t even remember now and soon insisted he was tired and
they should go to bed.
The next morning Teddy came down to the kitchen in a
baseball cap and wore one for every day that summer regardless of what the
After every conversation Teddy had with James, or after
James so much as smiled at him, Teddy would find the nearest mirror, close the
door and take off his hat and sure enough his hair would be pink.
But over the summer the pinkness turned into a light red
shade and Teddy knew what that meant, he didn’t even need to look it up in one
of Hermione’s books.
He knew it stood for romantic love.
And that was something Teddy really couldn’t handle in his final
year of Hogwarts.
But then James had looked at him with those wide, sad eyes
and he just wants to run over to the Gryffindor table and tell James that the
kiss didn’t mean anything, not that James would care who he kissed but still he
has a right to know.
Teddy wants to find James after the feast more than anything
but he has to lead the first years back to the dorms, give them the usual
speech and give everyone in Hufflepuff house the password so he doesn’t get a
chance to talk to him.
The following two weeks are extremely busy too; he has to
manage his own timetable while helping out the first years and balancing his
patrol schedule and tutoring group at the same time so he rarely gets to talk
to his friends in his dorm let alone his cousin in another year and house.
But in the middle of the last week of September, Teddy
decides he has to try so he goes out of his way to see James, learning his
timetable and waiting outside his last class, eating near him at the Gryffindor
table at the feasts, thankfully inter-house unity is common now so this is
normal but whenever Teddy approaches James, he won’t even look at him let alone
talk to him.
James just skilfully avoids eye contact and talks to someone
beside him or walks in the other direction and every single time Teddy’s pace
falters and he doesn’t need to take his hat off to know that his hair has
James succeeds in his avoidance techniques until the end of
October but it’s not Teddy or James that brings this to an end, instead its Emma
Bones, the sixth year prefect of Gryffindor house who Teddy used to tutor last
year for her OWLs
It’s at the end of their second prefect meeting when she
lingers behind and asks to talk to him.
“Look I wasn’t going to say anything but I thought you’d
want to know because I know how close you two are.” Emma starts, her eyebrows are
drawn together but her eyes stare fiercely at him.
Teddy smiles and tries not to be worried, “What’s going on
“It’s probably not a big deal but it’s about James.”
Teddy frowns and stops packing his stuff away, focusing his
full attention on her now.
“James? Is everything okay with him?”
“Yes everything’s fine, he’s just been getting into a bit of
trouble recently. And I know that’s something you or me or any of those cousins
are partial too but” Emma sighs,
“I don’t know it seems off, he’s doing stupid things like
staying out late in stupid areas where he’d surely know we’d catch him on
patrol. I think he’s been giving back cheek to teachers which isn’t really like
him, he’ll banter with them but he never disrespects them so that’s why this is
so unusual and he just seems so angry all the time. He’s gotten five detentions
already and a letter’s going to be written home soon if it hasn’t already so I
just thought…maybe if you could talk to him then he might settle down a bit?”
Teddy blinks twice, frozen in place and unsure of what to
Emma is right, Teddy can certainly be rebellious at times, and
he was definitely partial to sneaking out here and there when he was in James’s
year or even when he was younger but being disrespectful to teachers is another
thing and as for being angry a lot, that’s definitely not who James is.
“I’ll talk to him” Teddy says eventually, “I will and thank
you, I appreciate you telling me this, I really do Em.”
Emma smiles and nods before slipping out of the room and
leaving Teddy alone with his thoughts.
The next morning is thankfully a Saturday and when he goes
down to the Great Hall for breakfast he’s glad to see that James is there
already, slowly eating his eggs and bacon like every other tired student who
managed to drag themselves out of bed for breakfast.
Teddy sits beside Victoire at the Ravenclaw table and makes
small chit-chat with her as he quickly eats some cereal and all the while he
notices James’s eyes on him. He wonders how long James has been secretly
watching him and why he won’t just talk to him or at least let Teddy talk to
From the corner of his eye, Teddy later catches James standing
up to leave and Teddy knows that he needs to talk to him right now or he mightn’t
get another chance so he politely excuses himself from the table and follows
James out of the room.
He waits until they’ve both left the Entrance Hall to slide
into step beside him and it’s rather fortunate that there’s nobody else around
for James to talk to or anywhere James can run off to this morning.
“We need to talk” Teddy tells him softly.
James lets out a long breath that Teddy can’t differentiate
between a sigh and a huff,
“Look I’ve lots of studying to do so if you don’t mind I’d
“James come on” Teddy says, coming to a halt and putting a
gentle hand on James’s arm, causing him to stop too and face him, “What’s going
on? You haven’t talked to me at all since we started term and I…I miss talking
to you, can’t you just spare five minutes? Please?”
James finally meets his eyes and his eyes are a mixture of
emotions, ranging from guarded, hurt and defiant, “Can’t you just go talk to
Vic? You guys are dating now right so why-“
Teddy shakes his head clearly, “No we’re not.”
James stops talking and his mouth drops open, “What? What do
you mean? Then why did you kiss her at King’s Cross?”
“She wanted to piss off that twat of an ex-boyfriend of
“The one that cheated on her?”
“Yes Jamie” Teddy says, a smile playing on his lips, “We’re definitely
not together. I was just helping her out.”
“Oh” James says, his voice is soft and Teddy didn’t realise James’s
shoulders were tensed until they drop and relax, “I didn’t…I didn’t know, the
cousins, well they were all saying you were together.”
Teddy snorts, “I love Rose and Albus to pieces but how
reliable are they for information, really?”
James laughs and Teddy forgot how much he missed that sound,
“Yeah that’s true.”
Teddy smiles broadly now, “Look can we talk? Actually talk,
James nods, “Yeah, yeah sure okay.”
They head down to the kitchens even though they just got
food and spend an hour passing jokes back and forth while helping the house
elves clean up from breakfast and then they sit side by side on a table, their
shoulders touching and Teddy’s hair most definitely changing colour under his
“What’s going on with you?” Teddy asks softly
James’s eyes are focused on his fidgeting fingers that rest
on his knees,
“Nothing, I’ve just been busy.”
“Jamie I’m head boy, I hear about all the kids getting in
trouble, especially ones with five detentions for disrespecting teachers and
getting caught after curfew.”
James scoffs but there’s no meaning to it, “Like you never
“James I know you. If you wanted to really rebel, this
wouldn’t be how you’d do it and if you wanted to sneak out at night you wouldn’t
let yourself get caught! I know you’ve your dad’s cloak and the map your
grandfather and my dad made. So what’s going on? Why do you keep purposely getting
Teddy watches the varying emotions flicker on James’s face
as he stares at his fingers that have stopped fidgeting to rest on his lap.
“I…” James whispers “Do you remember our second night on my
roof at home last summer?”
Teddy nods, the night he rarely lets himself think about,
the night of revelations and stupid pink hair.
“Yeah of course I remember” Teddy replies, his voice just as
quiet as James’s, “Why?”
“Afterwards, about a month later when you were back at your
gran’s I…well I borrowed one of Uncle Percy’s books and I found the part on
metamorphaguses and those whose head hair are connected to their emotions, it’d
been bookmarked I think he’d used it when they realised you were one of them. I…well
I looked up what it meant when they…when you have pink hair.”
Teddy felt his breath catch in his throat.
A hundred thoughts, worries, fears and hopes ran through his
mind but the main thought screaming in his head right now was ‘shit, shit, shit, shit’.
He wants to apologise, to lie and make something up,
anything that could possibly explain this situation. He racks his head to
remember what he told that sixth year in the locker room all those years ago, at
least if he said that, it would be something but he just can’t remember.
James still doesn’t meet his eyes but Teddy is shocked to
see a small smile on his lips,
“I thought…well I thought at first that…well that meant you
liked me, that you had a crush on me.”
The words, ‘you
thought right’ linger on Teddy’s lips but Teddy can’t find a voice to speak
“But I wasn’t sure you know?” James continues his voice
surprisingly casual for this conversation, “I thought you could have been
thinking of someone else, you could have been daydreaming of someone completely
different and that’s why you were so embarrassed when I pointed it out, it
would explain the rubbish excuse you gave. So I was going to wait until you
came back to see what your hair was like” He laughs, “I even studied and
learned what each hair colour stood for, I mean most of them I knew of course
but some I didn’t but anyway then you came back wearing that stupid baseball
cap that you never took off, not even that time we went swimming in the lake! I
wanted to ask about it but…I guess I was just afraid.”
“What were you afraid of?” Teddy finds himself asking, even
though his words are barely audible
“That your hair turned pink for the realistic reason, you
were thinking of someone else. I didn’t, I didn’t want to hear it because I’d
liked you for so long. And then, well, then I saw you kissing Victoire and I
knew you didn’t like me and that you liked someone else, her to be exact and I was…sad
and angry even though I had no right to be. I did all those stupid things to
get your attention, hoping one day it would be you who caught me on patrol. I
couldn’t just talk to you like you wanted, anytime you approached me I just
felt guilty or annoyed or hurt so I just avoided you and kept getting in trouble
to catch your attention, maybe to get your attention more than Vic, it makes no
sense I know that but I…I don’t know, I didn’t know what else to do.”
Teddy opens his mouth to say something but he knows if he
tries to talk, all that will come out would be a squeal of joy that James liked
him back. So instead he reaches up to his head with one hand and takes the Hufflepuff
pride beanie off his head.
He doesn’t need to look into a mirror to know that right now
his hair is a light shade of red.
James finally looks at him and when he sees Teddy’s hair,
his beautiful brown eyes widen and his eyebrows rise to his hairline.
“Romantic love” Teddy answers for him, unable to resist the
grin spreading over his face, “I…James my hair turned pink that night because I
liked you, I had a crush on you because you were open and honest with me and I
liked that James, I liked the real James that you showed me that night. I swear
I never liked Vic, I never told you I was falling for you that summer because I
didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, we grew up together, your cousins see me
as another cousin and I thought you saw me like that too so I said nothing. The
last thing I wanted was to make you uncomfortable or to hurt you and I’m sorry
“I’m sorry too” James says, tearing his eyes away from Teddy’s
hair to finally meet his eyes, “I should have come to you sooner, I should have
talked to you whenever you tried to talk to me. I acted like a ridiculous child
Teddy smirks and lets himself kiss James’s forehead, “Maybe
a small bit” and he laughs when James lightly hits his arm.
“I love you too, you know?”
Teddy does know that now but he can’t deny that his heart
soars when he hears James say those words.
“Yeah I do”
James smiles that perfect wide toothy grin and hesitates
only a minute before closing the space between them and kissing Teddy on the
It’s good for a first kiss, really good and it’s the best
kiss Teddy has had in his entire life simply because it’s with James.
He knows there’s a lot they need to talk about and think
about but for right now Teddy’s perfectly happy to keep kissing James on an old
table in the Hogwarts kitchens and relish in the feel of James’s soft hand in
his as their fingers intertwine.
One thing’s for certain though, Teddy’s not going to be
wearing any hat, beanie or baseball cap for the next while, not if this is the
reaction he gets from James at seeing his hair.
Maybe having hair that was attached to emotions
wasn’t as bad as Teddy originally thought.
Ignis is undergoing psychological training to further prepare him for the role of chief analyst and right hand to future King Noctis. This is very different from anything I’ve shared with you all! I honestly don’t know where it came from, I was reading another fic (who I’ll tag in a moment) stopped mid sentence- and feverishly began writing this. I hope you enjoy….? *gulps*
TLDR; DAD HAS A HARD TIME OKAY ;A;
TW: Mental torture (?) Thriller.
Today he was in his parents’ house. The house where he’d grown up in Insomnia. His mother and father were both aging beautifully, and they welcomed him with open arms, beaming with pride at their son.
“I’m making your favorite, my dear!”, his mom said in her usual chipper tone.
“Mother,” Ignis began to protest, yet knowing all the wiser. “All these years of making me things, why not let me make you something for a change, hm?”
“Where do you think you got the love of cooking from young man” she playfully retorted.
“Yeah, let the woman alone!” his father chimed in, cracking a smile.
His parents. The only people he’d humor enough to let take care of him even for an instant. He did it mostly out of respect. He wouldn’t dare put up a real fight with his mother (she’d raised him better than that).
“Father”, he nodded, finally being able to greet him while his mother was in the kitchen, humming to herself as she prepped the kitchen.
“Come sit with me, my boy”. He gestured to the seat next to him on the couch, his words, full of warmth. Ignis joined him, his chest tightening, swelling with love for the man he hoped to be half as great as one day. His father took his hand, simply beaming at his boy, and the man he’d become. It was softer than Ignis had remembered, his grasp lightened with age.
“Ignis, i’m so very prou-
Ignis’ heart shot out of his chest, the following scream he heard could only be that of his mother. He whipped his head around to reveal that she was trapped under part of the roof that’d come crashing down in the explosion. Shots rang out from overhead, and flying Niflheim tanks littered the sky.
“We’re under attack!!” Ignis ran towards his mother who lay on the ground, oven mitt still on her hand. Another shot rung out crashing through the living room when he heard his father shout in agony. He was hit, and was bleeding from the gut.
“Ignis, sweetheart!” he heard his mom pleaded with him to help her.
“I-ignis…” his father managed to mumble, blood spurting from his lips.
After a moment’s hesitation, the cinematics slowed around him, waiting for him, allowing him time to make his choice.
“I- I…” he looked down at his mother cradled in his arms.
“STASIS”, he yelled. A wreck, and shaking. His mother disintegrated in his arms, and the room reset to it’s default of sickly white, with slightly flickering fluorescent lights that only added to the abysmal mood of the room.
“Mission objective: f a i l e d”, rang through the room. A different tri-tone voice came over the loud speaker, preceded only by the sound of a button being pressed, followed by a faint crackling silence.
“You’ve now exhausted your hault stasis for the month, Mr. Scientia.”
“I know”, he said. Slumped on the ground where the image of his mother lay dying before him was, not only a minute prior.
“I know”, he repeated. This time, defeat hung on his words. Anger building where fear had been, he began to kick himself internally for being too weak, too indecisive, and too slow to complete the mission. That was the third time he’d been unable to complete his Rapid Deduction test. He knew he needed work in this area. Hostage Negotiations VR had been relatively smooth, and gone without a hitch. Same goes for Strategic Planning VR, but his Rapid Deduction reasoning brought him to his knees every time.
How was he to know which life he should save? His mother or his father. Who thinks about that kind of thing? Except, he knew the answer.
It was him. He was expected to think of these things, to test him, and his mind. To make life changing decisions at a moment’s notice.
“That’s…enough, for one day” he finally said, bringing himself up to his feet. He heard the sssshhhhss sound of the air tight lock release on the sliding doors, and he left the virtual reality room without a second glance back. Tomorrow would be another day. Who knows what the scenario would be, but tomorrow, he’d be ready.
Sometimes he wished his strength lie in the physical realm like Gladio. He has it so much easier. Physical labor- he’d take that any day, over his plot. Lift 1,000 lbs total, a day? Sure. Anything to escape an instant of the mental torture he’s put through. Similar to physical strength, he knows mental strength builds over time.
“It’ll come”, he whispers to himself, walking to his car getting ready to drive home. “But i’m going to have to increase my stamina, and to do that i’ll need to be alert, awake, and at pique functioning capacity”.
The next morning, he set out for his usual coffee place.
“Ah, Mr. Scientia! Room for cream and sugar? Same as always?” chirped the cute barrister, brown ponytail bobbing.
He paused, deep in thought.
“Just black- thank you”
“Ohh, something new today, I see?” she giggled. “Alright-one ebony it is! You betchya- coming right up sir” and she bounced away to prepare his cup to go.
The tri-tone voice came over the intercom again (if he ever found out which of the Kingsguard was behind the two way glass..he’d..he’d…. )
He was never able to really finish the thought, seeing as he couldn’t really do anything to the Kingsguard, but if he could..it woulda been something bad.
“Shall we begin again, Mr. Scientia” the familiar tri-tone voice rung out through the intercom, filling the VR room. Ignis met the voice with silence.
“Shall we begin again, Mr. Scientia.”
A bead of sweat dripped from his forehead, and landed on the ground. How long had he been watching his loved ones die at this point. Three? Four? Five hours?
The press of the button filled the room, followed by the predictable crackling white noise, and the tri tone voice once more.
“Shall we begin again Mr. Scientia.” Ignis exhaled sharply through his nose, his hair clinging to his forehead, matted with sweat. His shirt, soaked through, revealing the muscles of his lean torso, and his heaving chest.
Noctis had been knocked unconscious. Gladio’s pelvis had been crushed by the red giant and he was now bleeding out from the massive wound. If Ignis could just get him the high elixer in time…but Prompto can’t survive against the giant foe for long on his own. He’s wasted too much time in thought.
“Mission: F A I L E D”
There had to be a way to save them both. There had to be. What was he missing, what clue was he missing.
He knows he needs to move faster. No- think faster. Each time he tries to save them both he’s met with the same outcome.
“Mission: F A I L E D”
Hot tears begin to cloud his vision, his eyes, feral, darting from one friend to the other. Wetness leaves his eyes having to watch his friends cry out for his aid and die over, and over. This simulation…it was becoming too much for him. He felt his mind begin to seer, and bubble underneath his skull.
“I CAN’T”, his eyes going wild behind his glasses. “You bastards. I know you can hear me!”, demanding that someone from behind the double glass, covered by the running simulation have mercy on him.
“Someone” he pleads.
Click. The tri-tone voice came over the intercom.
Mustering all the composure he had, and speaking through gritted teeth, eyes fixed on the floor “If…I could only have a glass of wat-”
“Shall we begin again, Mr.Scientia” the tri- tone voice rang out once more. He wished desperately he’d not used all his halt stasis for the month. Gods, did he need them now.
A soft “yes” managed to escape his lips. The words heavy with defeat did not carry far, and were almost immediately lost to the vast space of the room.
“Shall we begin agai-”
“YES!!” his fists slammed into his legs in a hot fury. “YES. For Gods sake, yes.”
“Composure, Mr Scientia” the trill tone voice rings out, monotonously.
Ignis, takes his glasses off and rubs the bridge of his nose, clenching his jaw together. He unbuttons his shirt, sweat pooling in the nook of his collar bones.
“Proceed” he says sternly. A newfound determination, forming within him.
He could save Gladio, but would he be happy without his lower body? Would he be able to find new meaning in life, no longer being able to live up to his father’s legacy? His entire family’s legacy? No. Ignis decided, you just can’t be sure. You can’t make decisions by what people might do.
To save Gladio would mean leaving Prompto, who was basically a civilian. Not just any civilian. He just so happened to be Noctis’ closest friend. Ignis thought back, his mind racing, deducing, cycling through possibilities and probable outcomes of his actions in his mind’s eye. When Prompto had joined them in training for fun, he’d needed help on ¾ of the missions. That’s a 75% chance that he can’t survive without the assistance of at least one other person. Ignis’ eyes were darting around from Prompto, to Gladio who was in desperate need of that high elixr, back to Prompto, who couldn’t last much longer on his own. How would the King survive without the company if the one person who keeps him grounded? Prompto’s friendship is paramount to Noctis’ mental stability.
Amicitia is of nobility though. His family, and his purpose practically bred into his DNA to protect the king, to train him, make him stronger. Gladio is an indispensable resource just with knowledge of combat alone, Ignis thinks. Noctis needs Gladio’s knowledge to be able to protect himself.
Friends come second to the will of what the burden of the throne commands.
“Iggy, man! Prompto’s needs help! Ngh-” Gladio’s eyes rolled back in pain.
Ignis turned away from Prompto.
“I-Iggy? Iggy, buddy! Iggy!” Prom screamed, desperately trying to bring his friend back to his aid.
Ignis’ choice marked the point of no return. He could feel his heart, ripping in two while he administered the high elixr to Gladio, only to be met with, “What in the Gods name is wrong with you! I could have handled this pain! Prompto! Ignis-” Gladio yells through his tears, “Prompto is dying!”
Red Giant still at large, Prompto laid on the ground, having suffered a final rib crushing blow to the chest. His eyes glassed over, a vacant expression on his face, mouth slightly parted, a tear falling over his star dusted cheeks and Ignis broke.
“Objective: c o m p l e t e” rang through the room as it reset to its standard sickly white walls, and flickering fluorescent lights.
He’d watched the look of betrayal color his friend’s eyes as they died by his actions a thousand times. A thousand times he’d have to choose what life to save, and when. Calculating who survives and who doesn’t if the time came down to it, and weighing one against the other.
Regis or Luna.
Luna or Noctis.
Prompto or Luna.
Gladio or Iris.
Iris or Prompto.
Time after time he’s met with incomprehensible combinations of loved ones. His heart shredding apart with each simulation. He learned not to show emotional weakness, and keep up his prim and proper image in the presence of others. If he couldn’t keep himself in check, how would he ever be able to keep the affairs of a king in order?
Before long, he’s mastering almost any scenario, achieving the best possible outcomes, despite seemingly insurmountable odds. His training served him well throughout his journey with Noctis, Prompto, and Gladio on their way to the wedding in Lestallum. Ignis managed to keep the group alive, through otherwise fatal encounters.
“Iggy!”, the prince would say, having exhausted all his resources.
“I’ve got just the thing!” he’d reply, coming up with the perfect remedy in the heat of battle to defeat whatever foe blocked their path.
During the fall of Leviathian, he’d been tasked with evacuating the citizens as quickly as possible. In the stampede of people rushing through the flood gates, a mother and her three children were making their hasty escape, her arms already already tied with two infants, her 5 year old had no choice but to run by her side. However, the influx of people managed to separate her from her oldest child. What’s worse, is that Niff soldiers were descending on the crowd, and the child found himself face to face with a Magitek trooper in the chaos.
Ignis protested against his automatic thoughts, that were saying self preservation over the lives of a civilian. No. Thisiswrong. He thought. Thisiswrong.
He managed to force one leg in front of the other, bursting into a sprint, his nerves on fire in rebellion against his conditioning. Mission failed rang through his mind at a maddening pace growing louder in his mind the closer he got to the child, when soon his mind’s voice was screaming MISSIONFAILED. He didn’t care, this wasn’t a VR mission. This was real life.
He pushed through his thoughts as he pulled the child to safety, he felt the slice of white hot iron to eyes. He’d been struck.
“Thank you! Thank the gods for you!” the mother managed through her sobs, clinging to her child. “Thank the gods for you! Thank the gods for you!” she said to Ignis, while littering her son’s face with kisses.
His knees gave way, and he was taken under by the searing pain as his body met the blackness of the asphalt.
His final thought before succumbing to the pain-
Summary: A fire brings the group back together. How will things play out with Bucky and will his feelings hold strong?
Warnings: Fluff, over stimulated avengers, little angst.
A/N: SUPRISE!! I finished it early. This is a little long so beware. Also I hope it isn’t repetitive I wanted to display both sides of the story, so let me know if it worked.
“You’re a jerk you know that? You make me feel all these things for you and then rip it away from me. Tell me, did you enjoy it? Enjoy leading me on, was it some sick game to you two? ‘Oh look, let’s see how long I can string her along before she realizes it all means nothing.’ Well I’m happy I could entertain you. Gah, i was so stupid for believing any of it. I can barely look at you now.”
After the call came in he started to freak out a little. She was coming back, how was he supposed to act. He knew he had to prove himself to the others and her but… but what? Did he go meet her in the hanger? Should he try to apologize? Maybe he should just stay out of the way?
He decided that staying away would be best, when the next call came, announcing she was about to land, everyone practically ran to elevator. Each trying to be the first to see her. He stayed back, he had decided maybe the subtle way, was the best way. So dinner for the group it was. Pulling out the necessary equipment he got to work. Choosing what to make was relatively easy, he remembered always catch a small smile and a obvious twinkle in (Y/N)’s eyes when people announced pasta for dinner. She had a weakness for warm bread and (Y/F/S).
He had just put the water on when he heard the clamour from the living room, all of them practically tumbling out the elevator, one talking over the others. They craved her attention, she had a goofy smile on her face as they each tried to one up the other with their stories. Suddenly she glances over, eyes connecting with his. She pauses in her step, briefly taking him in. Man he wants to go over there to hug her but before he can, she simply sends him a small nod before proceeding to the couch with the others.
He blinks what had just happened, there was no way she should be acknowledging his presence. He thought she wouldn’t even want to see him, ignore he even existed. Feeling his blood begin to boil he pauses dinner, maybe she wasn’t as upset about the breakup. She had made it seem like it was this big deal this irreparable harm to her and she was smiling at him.
Wait no, he shakes his head, she has to be putting up a front. Trying not to ruin her reunion with her friends. He sighs to himself, how can he believe she didn’t care any more? Why was he so angry right now? She just got back he was trying to fix all of this. Focusing back on dinner he didn’t hear Sam walk into the kitchen.
“What’s going through that head of yours?” Sam asks leaning against one of the counters arms folded.
“Too much.” Bucky is surprised by how open he is with Sam now a days. Usually he would go to his automatic reply, nothing. He turns to Sam studying him, what was it that made him open up to this guy so easily.
“What I got something on my face?” He runs his hands over it trying to wipe away what ever was there. Bucky simply shakes his head. “We can talk about it later if you want? I was just seeing if I could help you with dinner.”
He has a knowing grin on his face. Revealing that he knew exactly why Bucky was doing all of this. He nods and directs him to the bread, garlic bread was high on her list of favorites. They work in silent tandem, each knowing what the other was doing and moving on to the next task with out asking. Every once in a while Bucky would look up, making sure she was still there, fearing she changed her mind and fled once more. He couldn’t help the pause in his actions at moments when she would let out a laugh, one that practically split her face. They listened to the team continue to yammer away, it made both of them smile knowing how much (Y/N) was loved here in the group.
With the table set up and dinner being placed on the table, everyone files in. There is a brief scuffle on who is sitting next to (Y/N) and across from her. Everyone eventually gets settled except Sam, Bucky, and Nat. Bucky brings the last of the food placing the bread directly in front of her. While he is leaning over (Y/N), Nat shuffles in, both of them tense taking the other in. Nat drops her head and took a seat as far away for her as she could.
There was a moment of silence before, “Dibs!!” Sam shouted grabbing the pasta. The rest dived in filling their plates. Bucky couldn’t help but take in the group. This is how it should be, what it always should have been. A family together, enjoying a meal. The meal continues, no one acknowledges the underlining tension between the team members.
After wrapping up they decide to reconvene in the living room for a movie night. They went to their separate quarters to get pajamas, blankets and pillows. Bucky retreated, quickly changing and grabbing his favorite blanket, (Y/N) had picked it out of course but he had grown even more attached to it of late.
Swinging out of his door, he ran smack into someone. They bounced off and he instinctively reached out pulling them against him to steady them both. He looked down, he was met with (Y/E/C) eyes. It wasn’t just anyone it was (Y/N).
The flight had been quick, you didn’t have much left after the fire was put out. The whole ride had you twitching though. The closer you got the more the twitch became more prominent. Sam at one point reached over and started to stroke your hand holding it still.
When you got off the plane you were bombarded with people and hugs. Each trying to squeeze there way into your arms. Man, you had missed them. You hadn’t quite realized how much until they were here. You were home. They pulled you toward the elevator, not wanting to be left out they all crammed in. When you exited, you were laughing at a story the Thor had just told. You cracked up, he had such a never could quite grasp Earth’s ways. As you looked up to take in the place you are met with those steel blue eyes. You freeze. Not ready, not ready, NOT READY. You were here though.
‘Focus, don’t let him see the pain (Y/N)’ you pep talked your self. You shoot him a small smile. ‘Nailed It’ you give yourself a mental fist bump. You could do this.
Your friend continue to fight for your attention all the way till dinner is called. They even fought over who was sitting closest to you. As they settled the final few staggled in that when you saw her. She was pale and her hair stood out even more against her. Her eyes were rimmed in red and the bags beneath her eyes suggested she hadn’t been sleeping well at all. You felt a twinge of sadness, you had never seen her like this. She was the strong one of the group. Heck she had gotten what, no who she wanted. She drops her eyes and sits.
It was the perfect meal back. You knew Bucky had made it with you in mind. You had caught a few of the looks he sent you while preparing the meal. Drenching your pasta in sauce. The bread almost made you moan, there was a slight eye flutter at the first bite.
When the meal was done and the movie night called you waited for the room to clear. You pulled Sam back, “I don’t know if I can do this.” You whispered to him, pulling on his arm as you tried to pull yourself together. “I don’t know how to act, how do I not fall apart while he is in the room?”
Sam chuckles shaking his head at you, “I think your doing just fine, if anything I should be asking you how you are managing it. You pulled off being ok better than anyone I have ever seen. As for now, Bucky is trying to make amends just keep that in mind alright?” You nod before turning toward your room.
You speed up not wanting anyone to wait on you. Not paying attention you run straight into a brick wall or so it felt like. When the walls arms came and wrapped around you gripping you close your eyes shot up meeting his. Well, crap!
“You alright?” He says after a moment of you two taking each other in. For some reason you can’t take your eyes off each other. He searches your face looking for answers and reactions to the situation.
You give a small nod, “Yeah, sorry about that. Too excited for the movie night.”
“Oh yeah been awhile since we had one. I just hope it’s a better movie than last time.”
“Hey! Volcanos in New York wasn’t that bad. It could happen here.” You have smile on your face now remember that last movie. Cheesey to the extreme.
You both chuckle at the memory. You cant help but take in his face and the joy on it. You missed it. As soon as that thought ran through your head, you both realize what is happening and an awkwardness settles over you. You clear your throat and step away.
“I…I better get going before they send a search squad.” He only dips his head in acknowledgement. Turning you head away from him. “Oh and Bucky?” You swing your head back, he hadn’t moved just lifted his head up to look at you. “Thank you for dinner it was perfect.” You jog away. Leaving a very confused and shaken Bucky in your wake.
You enter the living room to find everyone present surprisingly. You find Sam on the love seat and almost by automatic response plop down down next to him swinging your legs over his. He starts to rub your calves while you get comfy. You start to converse with Sam chatting and laughing when you noticed an odd silence about you.
You turn to the group, they all had eyes on the two of you. You cock your head to the side, asking a silent question of what’s going on.
“Aren’t you two love birds getting cozy.” Tony wiggled his eyebrows at you and you start to blush. Sam lets out a laugh. He pulls your legs into him.
“She’s mine now, shouldn’t have left me all alone with her. But really I just like these legs. So pretty, so soft. My precious.” He strokes your leg whole channeling his inner Smegal. There are snickers through out. “Nah, nothing going on here, we just got used to our late night talks is all.”
The group nods, “So what are we watching?” You ask to get the subject off of you.
“I think, you should pick, but since it is you it will be (Y/F/M).” You nod. Gotcha there, you tend to be predictable when it came to movies. The movie begins and the room goes quiet. Even if it was your favorite, you feel your eyes grow heavy. Soon your nodding off snuggling even closer to Sam. No one noticed until the whimpers started. You shifted in your seat, settling for the moment. A couple minutes later you do it again but with tears dropping down. Sam quickly gathers you up, pulling you in close to him.
“Ahhh, shh I gotcha baby girl, calm down it’s just a dream.” He’s running his hands along your back and legs, gripping you close. After a moment you go limp and slumber again.
He casts his eyes up taking in the team. The heartbreak is evident, a few guilty, some for witnessing it others being the cause of it. “Hey everyone relax, it happens. We all get them. She doesn’t have as many now but they pop up. We are working on them. Right now she just needs support and not too many questions.”
The group nods. Seeing their affirmation he stands up with you taking you to your room. He tucks you in and smoothes your hair back. You would be ok. You were strong and so freaking stubborn. Either way you would make it and he would be there to help.
Gajeel couldn’t stop his eyes
from drifting to his mate’s swollen belly, it was something had been obsessed
with for weeks now much to Levy’s amusement and more recently irritation.
However, the latter had faded a little in the last few days when he had quietly
told her that it was because it was their future…their future. That was something
that neither of them could take for granted anymore, not after coming so close
to losing it during the war, and so she had welcomed him, watching with soft
eyes as he rested his head against the bump and listened for their child, their
future. And what a future. It had been that night as he lay there listening,
that he had finally heard the heartbeat, or rather the heartbeats that ran in
counterpart to Levy’s…twins.
Gray couldn’t breathe, eyes
wide as he stared at Juvia, unable to stop his gaze drifting to her still
healing wounds, ice creeping into the air around him as he recalled how she had
looked lying there in her own blood.
“Juvia…” It didn’t sound like his voice, but he knew it had come from
him because now she was staring at him, tears forming in her eyes. Suddenly
unable to bear the distance between them he darted forward, unsurprised when
she met him midway, both of them wrapping their arms around one another, tears
damp on their cheeks. With her pressed against him, alive…wonderfully alive, he
knew that he couldn’t wait until the war was over to give her the answer he had
promised and slowly he pulled back, tilting her face up with a trembling finger
before pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “I love you.”
Jellal let out a startled noise when Erza suddenly
yanked him closer, although his surprise quickly gave way to anger because this
close it was impossible to miss the extent of the cuts and bruises covering her
skin, evidence of the battles she had endured without him. His eyes softened as
she stared up at him, reaching out and ghosting a hand over the worst of them,
only to blink, caught by surprise again when she leant briefly into the touch
before moving closer and kissing him softly. It wasn’t chaste or hesitant like
he had imagined their first kiss would be, instead it was heated, underlined
with a desperation that he understood all too well and after a brief moment he
let himself get swept up in it. It only lasted a moment, but it was a
confirmation of everything they were and weren’t, everything they had the
potential to be and everything they were fighting for and he could only nod
numbly when she pulled back with a soft murmur.
“Don’t make it our last…”
It was stupid. Makarov had
already revoked his exile and welcomed him back, his guild mark once more back
where it belonged, his fingers drifting to it now as though to reassure himself
of that fact. Yet despite that acceptance here he was, hovering in the doorway
and staring into the guild, finding himself completely unable to take another
step. It wasn’t the new guildhall, or even all the changes that had occurred in
the seven years that had been lost on Tenroujima, he couldn’t put a finger on
it, growling under his breath as his feet refused to obey his commands.
He was caught by surprise a
moment later when someone grabbed his arm and yanked him along with them as he
stepped inside, blinking when Cana released him a moment later and smirked up
at him, although her expression softened after a moment of studying him and it
felt like all the tension just drained out of him with her next words.
Part Of: Kim’s Birthday Challenge
Ship: Destiel - Dean Winchester & Castiel
Song: “Broken by Seether (feat. Amy Lee)”
Warnings: all male smut, blow job male receiving, language, anal sex.
Castiel felt like a broken Angel until he fell head over heels in love with Dean Winchester. Dean Winchester felt like a broken man not good enough to be saved until he was loved by his Angel Castiel, who Dean had been in love with since he met him. It had taken both of them years to confess their feelings for each other, Sam says he knew long before they said anything. The first time they kissed they both felt sparks fly, everytime they kiss they feel the same sparks.
They had gotten to their third year anniversary, “you think we should do something special on Friday, our anniversary, by the way” Cas said. “I know it’s our anniversary Cas, I’d never forget the best day of my life” Dean said. “I don’t know I’m not a celebration kind of guy, but if you want to do something special we will” Dean said. “That’s only if we’re finished working this case, it’s turning out to be a hard one” Cas said. “I’ll show you a hard one” Dean said tackling his Angel to the bed. The hunt had taken a lot longer then any of them had thought it would. They weren’t back to the bunker until Sunday night, Cas and Dean were both emotionally drained. They were in the bedroom they shared, Dean began taking his blood covered clothes off. Cas had already zapped himself clean, he watched Dean strip getting harder by the minute. “Cas I’m gonna take a shower” Dean said, walking out of the bedroom naked, “Cas, you coming” Dean shouted. Cas followed Dean to the bathroom and zapped his clothes off. Dean was already in the shower, the water was on, when Cas got in he saw Dean leaning against the wall his head down and water ran down his neck and back.
Cas put his hands on Dean’s hips and ran them slowly down to grab Dean’s cock and stroke it. “Huuhh, fuck Cas yes” Dean grunted. Usually Dean was in control during sex, but this was one of the times he wanted Cas to take control and Cas wanted it too. Cas ran his hand up Dean’s shaft and back down to tracing the vein all the way down to the tip. Cas ran his fingers over Dean’s cock head and Dean growled and bit his lip. Cas pulled his hand away and Dean whined at the loss of contact, “Dean, turn around, put your back to the wall” Cas said. Dean did as Cas said and put his back to the wall. Castiel got down on his knees and took Dean’s cock in his hand and licked the tip tasting the pre-cum.
Cas took the tip in his mouth and sucked it, “ohhh fuck yes” Dean screamed. Cas took Dean’s cock in his mouth, he licked the vein and Dean put his hands on Castiel’s head. Cas sucked hard, and bobbed his head and hollowed his cheeks, Dean fisted Castiel’s hair. “Fucking shit Cas, you’re great with your mouth” Dean said. Cas took Dean’s balls in his hand and squeezed them roughly while massaging them. Dean’s balls tighten and he came inside Castiel’s mouth, Cas swallowed all his cum. Cas took Dean’s softened cock out out of his mouth, he stood up and he stood up. Cas slammed his lips on Dean’s and kissed him forcefully and passionately.
Cas broke the kiss, “Dean go to our bedroom and lay on your back, with your legs spread wide open” Cas said. Dean nearly ran back to their room and laid down on the bed on his back and his legs opened wide. Cas walked in the room with his hard cock in his hand pumping it.
Castiel crawled on the bed, grabbed the lube off the nightstand and positioned himself in-between Dean’s legs, rubbed the lube on his fingers and cock and slid a finger in Dean’s tight hole. He pumped it slowly watching the look of pleasure on Dean’s face. Cas added another finger and pumped it harder and made a scissor motion to open Dean’s hole. Cas removed his fingers and slid his cock into Dean’s hole, “Castiel, yes, ahhh, yes” Dean yelled. Cas gave Dean a minute to adjust to having his hole filled, Cas started thrusting. With every thrust Dean’s cock got painfully hard and Dean put his own hand on his cock and stroked it before pumping it. “Let go of yourself Dean, I’ll take care of you” Cas said, Dean nodded. Cas gripped Dean’s cock and pumped it hard and fast, while thrusting into Dean’s hole. Cas started pounding into Dean hard and fast keeping pace with the hand that pumped his cock. “Fuck, Cas I’m gonna cum” Dean said, “cum with me Dean” Cas said.
Dean came hard home, his home clenching around Castiel’s cock and Dean’s cock twitching and squirting hot cum all over Castiel’s hand. Cas came after Dean spilled his cum inside Dean. Cas crawled up Dean’s body and kissed his lips rubbing Dean’s chest. They laid there on the bed trying to catch their breath, “happy anniversary Dean” Cas said, “happy anniversary Cas, I love you” Dean said. Dean had his head on Castiel’s chest, “I love you too Dean, now go to sleep and I’ll be here, keeping your nightmares at bay” Cas said. “Good night Cas” Dean said, Cas listed to the sound of his lovers heart beat.
I think the most frustrating thing about Snape is that he could have had such amazing character development but he never did.
It was at least partially his fault that Harry was an orphan. Yeah he regretted telling Voldemort about the prophecy, but only after he realised he was going after Lily. He would have been perfectly happy to let Neville and his parents be killed. In fact, he would have let James and Harry die as well which would have absolutely destroyed Lily.
And then when he met both Harry and Neville he bullied them tremendously. Which is already fucking terrible, he’s an adult and their teacher and they’re only children. But then it’s even worse when you consider that he was the reason they both grew up without their parents.
Then you have Harrys occlumency lessons where Snape continuously sees flashes of Harrys childhood. Snape MUST have realised that Harry hadn’t been spoiled like he had always assumed, that in fact his childhood was more similar to his own. It would have been the perfect chance for him to show some fucking character growth. To ask Dumbledore “Oh hey has anyone ever checked out Potters living conditions?”. But no, he just ignored and kept acting like a dick.
A/N: I loved writing this chapter, so I really hope you enjoy it. It’s pretty long, and I was going to split it into parts, but then I thought - you know what, who cares? I’ll just give you guys all of it at once. Now that Trooping the Colour is over, I’m posting it a day early as tomorrow it is Father’s Day and I’m also working, so I wouldn’t get a chance to post it 🎉
There is also, for the first time, a mature part to this chapter *gasp*. It starts with *M* and ends with *EM*, so don’t read that if you’re under 18 or you don’t want to (it’s nothing very graphic, though, I didn’t want to write anything too explicit). I just thought them being reunited was the best time to include a little smut.
So with all that said, I hope you enjoy 😊💖
Emmy stood beside Claire and Edward, impatiently shuffling her feet while forever glancing at the arrival time. The last two days without Harry had dragged, but now here she was, waiting for him and the rest of the team to arrive. She was not a fan of Edward’s plan for her and Zach to convince Kian that they were having an affair, and she was hoping she could convince Edward to change it slightly, but Harry’s imminent return had forced that thought from her mind. Right now, all she cared about was seeing Harry again.
The photograph showed Remus, Dorcas, Lily, James, Alice, Sirius, Marlene, Frank, Emmeline and Peter, it had been taken at Marlene and Sirius’ apartment, during a celebration.
Remus still remembered the night vividly, even though the vast amounts of firewhiskey consumed. He had received an owl from Marlene and Sirius earlier that day, asking Remus and Dorcas to come round to theirs later, they had news or something, there would be others there and so on, the usual message they sent if there were no events to celebrate but they wanted to have everyone round.
Remus still remembered how he and Dorcas had stood on the doorstep, and little Doe turned to Remus and said, “I thought Marlene and Sirius had broken up again?”
Remus still remembered Marlene opening the door to them both howling with laughter, after they had joked about Marlene and Sirius’ relationship and some other stupid thing, but any chance to laugh was gladly accepted in those days, and laughing felt so good.
Remus still remembered sitting with his friends, drinking firewhiskey and Marlene’s vodka. He was sat quietly in the corner, as he watched everyone be themselves.
Remus still remembered Marlene sat on Sirius’ lap, a very strong drink in one hand that both her and Sirius were drinking from because everyone knew that those pair could outdrink any of them anyday, her teasing him in her tight black pencil skirt that she knew drove him round the bend and eye contact with Emmeline across the room when they both knew what she was waiting for.
Remus still remembered Sirius with the blonde on his lap, the only girl who could play him at his own game, and he loved it so much, with his records on in the background and his leather jacket over the arm of the chair in his element.
Remus still remembered James chatting away about quidditch with Emmeline, holding hands with the redhead that he loved more than he could ever explain, answering questions about quidditch that he had answered hundreds of times before to the girls, but never got sick of answering and talking about his mother and father because they were still fresh in his memory and he couldn’t believe they were gone just yet.
Remus still remembered Emmeline laughing loudly at James spilling his drink on himself, and rolling her eyes, making sarcastic comments to everyone and stealing the bottle of vodka that Marlene had stashed under the chair Sirius was sat on, that Marlene didn’t know was gone yet and asking to order pizza and making eye contact with Marlene waiting for Mary to walk through that door because there wasn’t anyone Emmeline missed more than Mary at times like these when everyone was with someone, well apart from Peter but he didn’t count and she couldn’t quite believe that things were changing.
Remus still remembered Lily jumping into and out of conversations with James and Emmeline and occasionally Dorcas, because she didn’t understand all of the quidditch talk, only some of it, and when Sirius would drag her into his arguments with Marlene that she would quickly diffuse because they were both so goddamn stubborn, before being chatted to by Alice and Frank, who would ask her to pour more drinks because they were both so clumsy and didn’t want to spill any more on Marlene’s sofa, but “Don’t even worry about it Alice, I’ve done things to Marlene on that sofa tha-”, Lily interrupting Sirius because, “We just do not need to know Sirius.”
Remus still remembered Alice laughing and being so grateful for her friends, playing with Emmelines long blonde hair as she sat in front of her, never quite able to sit still as she threw bits of paper at Sirius when he stared at Marlene for a little too long but she loved it, and she crossed her legs and agreed with Emmeline, yes they should so order pizza, and who cares if she already ate pizza today.
Remus still remembered Frank chatting to Peter about the ministry, and things that had happened over the last couple of weeks, telling Peter more funny stories about his mother, because he loved hearing about her so much, and his childhood, and his and Alice’s plans for the future, because Frank loved Alice so much, his arm wrapped around her, constantly checking she was okay, smiling when she smiled, laughing when she laughed because Alice had such a sweet laugh.
Remus still remembered Dorcas leaning on him, with her feet in Emmelines face, much to her protests, her fluffy socks that Lily had given her on show, Dorcas giggling like a little girl, with Remus’ jumper on because that girl was always cold, and snacking on some of the chocolate that Remus kept in his pocket, because Dorcas loved chocolate almost as she loved trying to talk to James and Emmeline about quidditch, but she really didn’t understand it but they loved sweet little Doe, with her harmless questions and french plaits that made her look so young.
Remus still remembered Peter fascinated by Frank’s family, that he was so jealous of, listening to every word, asking question after question and handing out some of the cookies that he brought with him because Peter could bake so well, and Lily loved those cookies, she took three because she had asked him to make them especially.
Remus still remembered Emmelines face when Mary walked through that door, it lit up in disbelief, more happy than Remus had ever seen her because he knew that the girls had broken up a few months ago now and yes they all had difficult relationships but the rest of them bounced back, Marlene and Sirius could be thrown from the top of Big Ben and Remus knew they would bounce back together, James and Lily had stood the test of time and rarely argued but quickly made up if they did, Alice and Frank never letting things get out of hand because they hated arguing and being apart, and Remus and Dorcas only ever falling out about him hurting her but she told him she didn’t care that she loved him and it hurt her more not being with him and he couldn’t stand little Doe crying or being hurt. But Emmeline and Mary had struggled to hold it together for one reason or another but they both loved each other so, Remus knew it and he had met them both in their months apart and it was so terribly sad to watch them be alone, wishing the other was there.
Remus still remembered Emmeline jumping up and kissing Mary in front of them all, pulling her into a hug and promising she would never let her go again and everyone was so happy, and little Doe was crying she was so happy because she knew they were supposed to be together. And Peter pulling out a cake to celebrate and “How the hell did he know?” and Lily of course had spoken to Mary, gotten her to come around and visit, “just like old times” she had told her and of course convinced her.
Remus remembered people drinking more and more and it was past midnight now but nobody cared because they were so happy to be together and then “Lily why aren’t you drinking?” someone asked and she blushed crimson and said she didn’t feel like it and Marlene fell off the chair, screaming and everyone was so concerned and then Lily whispered “Merlin she knows,” under her breath to James and Remus was the only other person who heard and Marlene was speechless looking directly at Lily and all Lily could do was nod, a smile spreading across her face and Marlene ran to hug her friend and then “Why didn’t you tell me?” Little Doe was so confused but then Emmeline clicked and pointed at her friend, “Oh my god!” She jumped up and one by one the girls clicked somehow, and Doe realizing what was going on and crying tears of joy and the boys sat there confused and Alice was the only girl who wasn’t stood up but boy she was red.
Remus remembered what happened next to vividly he could almost relive the moment, because Lily looked down at Alice, who had her hand rested on her stomach, and looked at the drink and realized she hadn’t seen Alice drink all night either and Lily just asked her how far along she was and Alice hadn’t even told Frank yet and Frank was asking what was going on and Remus leaned forward and all the girls were quiet waiting for one of them to catch on, and Sirius was pale and Remus knew that he knew for sure what was going on because Marlene had had so many scares before and Remus told them, “I think Lily is pregnant? And I think Alice is also pregnant?” And the room had erupted.
Remus remembered so many tears of joy and Marlene pouring shots, “two each because they’re both two months pregnant!” But only her and Sirius were up for consuming even more alcohol so they did two shots for everyone and somehow they could speak afterwards, how Remus would never know. Frank crying when Alice turned to him after hugging Lily and telling him she was sorry but she hadn’t known what to do and was he okay? But Frank was so happy, so beyond happy that he picked Alice up on the spot and hugged her so tight. Remus shaking hands with James because there was going to be a little version of him and Lily running around soon and god help them all, and everyone being beyond ecstatic.
Remus remembered the look on Dorcas’ face that made his stomach turn because he knew exactly what she wanted, but he couldn’t make her live a life with him, he just couldn’t pin her down and he would never have children because what if they had his condition and he was so sorry that he couldn’t give her what she wanted so desperately because everyone knew Doe would be the sweetest mother anyone would ever know. Marlene saw Remus sitting alone in the corner and sat down next to him, she told him to stop thinking what she knew he was thinking because they had had this conversation before, Remus had tried to push Dorcas away for so long and Marlene had talked sense into him and please just consider it, imagine how happy she would be if you proposed? And Remus considered it on the spot, because he could so easily spend the rest of his life with her, and he imagined her in a wedding dress and tears came to his eyes and Marlene had hugged him tightly. He had turned to Marlene, the strongest person he knew and told her, God knows what Sirius would do without her and she just smiled and told him she knew.
Remus still remembered celebrating with his friends till the sun rose but little Doe was asleep on his knee, too tired to continue partying but she was so happy, she couldn’t stop giggling.
Remus still remembered going into the kitchen with Sirius and having one of the most serious conversations he could remember because Remus told him right there that him and Marlene were meant to be, couldn’t he see that and of course Sirius could see that and as they watched Marlene chat with Lily so happily in the other room Sirius just smiled and told Remus he couldn’t imagine his life without her now, they were getting somewhere you know? And boy Remus was happy for them, so beyond happy. And Remus told him, he was going to propose to little Doe because he loved her so much, and if this was what she wanted, and would make her happy he could do it.
Remus still remembered the look on Peter’s face as he watched his friends, and he knew something was off, Marlene had expressed concern for Peter a while ago and Remus had brushed it off because it’s Pete, he will be fine he’s adamant he doesn’t need a girlfriend but this wasn’t about a girlfriend, something else was going on, he recognised the distracted look in Peter’s eyes, because he used to see it in his own.
Remus still remembered Emmeline and Mary snuggled up in Sirius and Marlene’s bed, and nobody had seen them sneak off but Marlene and Remus had found them and oh Marlene didn’t even care they were in her bed because they were so cute that the pair turned right back around and shut the door quietly behind them because Em had been so sad without Mary, so lonely and finally she stood a chance at happiness again.
Remus still remembered Alice and Frank leaving, the sun was now up, and the first cars were moving outside, hugs were exchanged and Frank asked how him and Doe were, he warned that she loved him like he didn’t already know but Remus realized some time later Frank was reminding him not that she loved him but that she also needed him because Doe was like a little girl at times, and the group all tried their best to protect her from harm and Frank was doing that because hearing that someone loves you from someone else can make it all seem so much more real and Remus promised him that he was going to look after her.
Remus still remembered the perfume that Lily had on when she left, too tired to think anymore, but with a huge grin plastered on her face and James oh James, he hadn’t let go of her hand yet and all he said to Remus was I told you so and oh he did, but Remus was so happy and once again Lily hugged him tightly and told him that they would see him soon, bring Doe round they said, Remus promised he would.
Remus still remembered Pete leaving on his own, telling the others he had to be somewhere and Remus remembered wondering where but he left Pete to it because Pete was so harmless he was probably visiting his mum and as he waved goodbye Remus could have sworn he saw a tear roll down Pete’s cheek as he waved goodbye from across the road, but he was probably imagining it so he let it go.
Remus still remembered Emmeline and Mary emerging from the bedroom, Marys cheeks flushed red embarrassed that they couldn’t slip out quietly because it was only Remus, Dorcas, Marlene and Sirius left now. But they all hugged as Doe lay asleep on the sofa and congratulated them on getting back together and Ems smile followed up to her eyes again, for the first time in a long time and although Mary was still friends with them all being older than the rest of them they didn’t know her as well as they wanted to. And they waved goodbye and watched the pair leave.
Remus still remembered Marlene sitting with Sirius when everyone had gone and he was waiting for Doe to wake up, because nobody liked waking her when she was asleep. She sat between his legs and leant back onto him, as he wrapped his hands around her waist.
Remus still remembered how normal they looked, and it hit him right there how much they really loved each other because he had never really considered it before, they were Marlene and Sirius of course but he could see it now, he could see the dependence on each other and he smiled to himself but of course Marlene saw it and asked him and he told her: “I just never realized how much you loved each other.” Simple as that.
Remus still remembered them both going red, embarrassed, also something Remus had not seen before but they didn’t deny it, and that was a big step for Marlene and Sirius.
Remus still remembered Sirius kissing Marlene’s forehead gently.
Remus still remembered noticing her wearing his shirt.
Remus still remembered Marlene asking about Doe, and he smiled and looked at Sirius, who just nodded.
Remus still remembered Marlene grinning at him and telling him that she didn’t miss a trick, and telling him how happy she was.
Remus still remembered the moment he realized he was as happy as he could imagine.
Remus still remembered Doe waking up and reaching for him, wanting a cuddle.
Remus still remembered Marlene and Sirius laughing, because who would have thought that Remus could ever have someone so loving.
Remus still remembered leaving with Doe and telling Marlene and Sirius to call around soon.
Remus still remembered arriving home with Doe to an owl saying her brother had been killed last night.
Remus still remembered her breaking down.
Remus still remembered baby Neville and Harry being born the following July of 1980.
Remus still remembered buying the ring for Dorcas, but being too nervous to propose.
Remus still remembered the pit in his stomach when he found out about Frank and Alice, and poor baby Neville left without his parents.
Remus still remembered Marlene being killed in July 1981, 4 months pregnant with Sirius’ child.
Remus still remembered the ring he had in his pocket when he found out Voldemort had killed Dorcas in the September of 1981 and his world came crashing down around him.
Remus still remembered the ache in his heart when Lily and James were killed and betrayed in October, leaving little baby Harry with nothing.
Remus still remembered Sirius being set free all those years later only to have his life snatched away from him for the last time.
Remus still remembered Emmeline, but she was killed too in 1996, after all those years he had found it too painful to speak to one of Dorcas’ friends.
Remus still remembered the good old days with his friends, laughing, drinking and smiling.
But most of all Remus Lupin remembered Dorcas Meadows and her love for him, that he didn’t quite get to show her in time.
So my year so far is a success. I don’t care what else happens for the rest of it, the beginning was super successful.
After Yuri On Ice ended, I realised I had friends who shared their names with the main characters, and as a result decided I needed to convince said friends to watch it despite the fact that neither of them have ever had any interest in anime in general. Uri is now almost at the end of the series but has said almost nothing, Viktor has watched two episodes and won’t shut up. So I decided to share some of what Viktor said because I for one find it hilarious (in order of when I remembered the exchanges)
“So Yuuri’s reaction to being told a naked, attractive foreigner who might be his idol, I think, was in the family steam bath naked, was to run to the steam bath to watch him be naked?”
Upon first seeing Yuri Plisetsky: “Oh my god, did you see him slink around that corner? That was so graceful! Like a cat! OR AN ASSASSIN!”
“Are we in Russia? We’re in Russia.” Later: “Is it the norm in…what the hell country are we in?”
“Everyone’s just yelling at Yuuri in public places.”
“They don’t need much to hide Viktor’s doodle, do they?”
“The ballerina teacher scares me. She’s too happy.”
About Yurio: “Ball of anger. Skating ball of anger. He’s a Skating Ball of Anger. On ice.”
Viktor: “So Yuri’s whole plan was to go to Japan and scream Viktor’s name? He knew he was at the Hatetsu Ninja House. Why didn’t he just go to the Hatetsu ninja house and go from there like ‘Where the fuck is Viktor?” Henry (Viktor’s friend): “Maybe he didn’t know where the Hatetsu ninja house is.” Viktor: “Then he should grab some random Japanese person and go from there like “Where the fuck is Hatetsu Ice Ninja House?!”
To the tune of the Carmen Sandiego theme: “Where in the world is Viktor Nikiforov?” And “Where in the world is Yuri Plisetsky’s parents?”
“This 15-year-old goes to Japan without telling anyone and the only one who cares is his skating coach.”
“Old man skating coach is going to have an aneurysm dealing with these…RUSSIAN PUNKS!” *Inane giggling*
“Hahaha, Russian punk…what a dumb nickname.”
“Viktor gave Yuuri the sexy music because he wants to bone him. And the 15-year-old got the other music because 15-year-olds doing sexy dancing? Ew, no.”
Viktor: “Why is Viktor naked?” Henry: “Because he’s in an onsen. You wouldn’t go to a public bath fully clothed.” Viktor: “…I might…”
Viktor: “Yuri is definitely the hangry type.” Me: “I dunno, I think he’s just angry.” Viktor: “Or maybe he was really hungry when he kicked that bathroom door.”
“Honestly, doesn’t he know how rude it is to interrupt someone when they’re having a bathroom cry?”
“Drop-kicking someone in the face is a national greeting in Russia.”
Viktor, about the triplets: “Oh god, what the fuck are those?” Me (being a hypocrite because I keep calling them gremlins): “Children.” Viktor: “…Ew, children. Children, ew.”
“Ew, people. Ew, press conference. Ew, Viktor Nikiforov.”
In a Batman voice (While physically shaking Henry): “WHERE IS VIKTOR NIKIFOROV? WHERE IS HE?!”
About Christophe, during the credits: “I have found best character.”
“Why is he eating victory food when he hasn’t victoried?”
About Georgi: “Who’s this guy standing like he’s the hottest man alive?” *Silence* “He’s probably the hottest man alive.”
Do you have any headcanons for an autistic keith? Im autistic myself & keiths a very relatable character & it would be really interesting to see how other interpret him!
Oh heck yes, nonny. I love the idea of an autistic Keith;
there are so many possibilities to it and it can fit so well with his character! (I may or may not have accepted it as personal canon.) Since autism so wide and
varied, I’m aiming for general autism headcanons rather than any one specific
kind of autism (like Asperger’s).
Autism is largely defined by difficulties in social
interaction and communication, both of which Keith seems to struggle with. He’s
a loner out on the edge of the desert, after all, and got kicked out of the
Garrison for discipline issues (read: probably started a fight). He didn’t seem
at all worried about being isolated from the rest of the world and even seemed
a little miffed that these strangers tagged along with him when he rescued
Shiro. He didn’t originally want them there. I wouldn’t be surprised in the
least bit either if Keith was a loner even as a small child and seemed
disinterested in the world.
A lot of the ‘duh’ stuff is not ‘duh’ to him. It doesn’t
register to him that when Pidge’s tone of voice changes or her fingers start
twitching that she’s exhausted and he should be careful about what he says, or
that when he says something that he really means, it pisses Lance off. He doesn’t
censor his words or thoughts when he speaks them and it can slide right past
him that often times those are fighting words. And he doesn’t actively try to
do it; it just doesn’t register to him. Why shouldn’t he say what he’s really
thinking? Shiro picked up on this really quickly when he first met Keith, as
did Hunk. Both of them usually help him realize when he goes too far or when he
misses a subtle social cue.
brother is the same way. He doesn’t realize that if he makes a joke that’s super
blunt and rude, people are going to get mad at him. He kind of feels like the
whole world is constantly mad at him for being himself. I would imagine Keith
feels exactly the same way every time he gets into a fight or in trouble.)
Hunk and Shiro help the others realize that they need to be
more explicit and honest in what they say to Keith. Lance struggles the most
with this since sarcasm is his shield and weapon against the world and his own
emotions, but he does give it a try for Keith’s sake. He’s slowly getting
better. They don’t mention it to Keith but the change in the way they talk to
him is noticeable and it helps him handle and adjust to the group better.
Public school was a nightmare for Keith. There were so many
people and so many noises that it became too overwhelming and he shut down. He’d
pull his hoodie up and lay his head down on the desk to try and block out the
world, or put his headphones in and turn up the volume so he could drown out
the noise. His teachers didn’t understand why he would ignore them in class or
why he would suddenly detach himself from everything. It was all he could do to
make it through school some days. It got somewhat better at the Garrison since
there weren’t as many people and it wasn’t so loud.
Keith keeps a lot of his thoughts and feelings to himself.
Combine this with his disinterest in the world, it can lead people to think he’s
arrogant or rude. In reality, he doesn’t know how to share his thoughts or
emotions very well. He’s not like Lance, who’s always bubbling to the brim with
emotions and energy, or Shiro who’s able to express himself clearly and
accurately in a few sentences, or Hunk with his huge heart and great empathy. They
get stuck somewhere from his brain to his mouth and it can frustrate him to no
end. He usually ends up bottling everything up until it explodes, which doesn’t
help his social situation. Shiro and his parents helped him realize that
fighting could be his physical outlet for these frustrations, hence the reason
he trains so much.
Keith knows some sign language from when he was a child. He
didn’t speak for a long time and became frustrated when his parents didn’t know
what he wanted, so he would scream or hit them to try and convey his message
across. They realized that he was trying to talk to them so his mother taught
him basic signs like “hungry”, “thirsty”, “tired”, “scared”, “listen”, etc. He
was so excited the first time he signed “hungry” to his father and he
understood. He could finally talk to the world and be understood. (His speaking
abilities eventually came along.) He’s kept those signs throughout the years
and the rest of the lionsquad learns them, which actually becomes super helpful
when they’re out in the field or they need to make covert conversation with
each other while visiting foreign planets. Pidge picks up on it the quickest
and they have full-blown conversations.
Keith could talk for hours about flying and flying dynamics.
He knows pretty much everything he could get his hands on about aerodynamics,
weather, aeronautics engineering…you name it. It was the subject he excelled at
most in school. As a child, he about made his parents’ ears bleed from how much
he talked about it, but intense teasing and bullying over the years and their
death taught him to not talk about it. The one he talks to it about the most is
Shiro, and he’ll become a completely different person. His eyes will sparkle
and he’ll wave his hands around and make grand gestures as he talks about plane
designs or wind speeds; it’s a rare side of Keith that not many see and Shiro
loves to see him break out of the mask he’s placed on himself.
They watch the star implode, and he feels a hand slipping in his. He turns his head and while she avoids his gaze, her hand tightens. That’s enough. He remembers that he, too, needed to cling on to something when he’d realized how small he was in space. He saw himself in ashes in Scarif. Now he sees himself free without the Death Star. The second one.
He never dared to imagine something beyond the Rebellion. It seemed silly, hurtful and barren. But now her hand slips in his and he wonders if he shouldn’t begin building memories.
With Bodhi, Chirrut, Baze. And Jyn. Now is the perfect time to want more, or even to crave for more.
“Han wants us all to take a drink,” Jyn’s voice brings him out of his thoughts and the mechanical meteorites floating in the sky, “you coming?”
Tomorrow, he thinks. Even if it’s fuzzy, he’s looking forward to it.
This was written as a belated birthday present for the lovely creator of the Demon!Arthur AU, @ectoimp / @ecto-rp. (Sorry it’s so late) I didn’t have a prompt to work from so this is more or less a mad ramble than it is cohesive story.
Author’s maunderings are at the end of the story where you need not read them if you don’t wish to. Thanks to @phantoms-lair for a second opinion on the readability of it.