Pairing: Kagehina Show: Haikyuu!! Summary: Howl’s Moving Castle AU, in which Kageyama makes a wish upon a falling star, and gets Hinata instead.
It took some trial and error, but after a few days of marginal disasters,
Hinata had finally figured out a steady rhythm for the house. While the inside
wasn’t as unwavering as a stationary building might be, it loped about as
gracefully as a walking house could lope, no longer jerking so violently, and
Tobio learned to stand, walk, and even sleep without disruption in their wonderful,
The interior, they kitted out with at first the barest of necessities—bedding
to rest on, food, drink, and medicines—but as time went by, the pair of them
gathered some home comforts to keep between their four walls. Tobio collected
spare clothing, soaps and lotions with which to clean himself, pots and pans
and plates, utensils with which he could cook and eat his now plentiful
food-stores. And for Hinata, they amassed wood, as well as a selection of
leftover or unusable foods for him to feast on to keep his fire burning.
Things were comfortable. Perhaps they’d be ideal, were it not for the
fact that—as Tobio soon learned—there was no concealing a walking building. Autumn
turned to winter, and winter bled into spring, and in their little house they travelled,
earning new names and new rumours as they went.
A sea-witchery themed spell for all my witches out there who find their emotions sometimes hard to control; like the waves of an angry sea, you shall find peace after the storm
2 concave seashells (clam/clam-shaped shells work best)
2 quartz crystals
1 White Candle
Tip: Good stones for tranquility include lapis lazuli, amethyst, moonstone, sodalite, topaz, celestite, amber, and aquamarine. If you have two of these stones and prefer to swap them with the quartz, feel free!
“Why does Scott insist that playing hide and seek in the middle of the pitch black woods is going to bring us closer together as a pack?” Y/N sighed, annoyed as she pulled her thin jacket closer around her shoulders.
“Quite complaining.” Stiles shushed her, bringing a finger to his lips. “You’re only upset because you’re stuck with me.” He smirked.
They had never been anything more than acquaintances. She was friends with Lydia, automatically making her friends with Scott and in turn, Stiles.
“It could’ve been worse.” He offered his hand to her, helping her over the large tree trunk that had fallen over blocking their path. “You could have been stuck with Liam.”
She smiled as she reached for his hands.
Hello, lovelies! ❤Today I came up with an idea to write some blurbs, with Marauders motivating/supporting the reader, as I really needed this kind of thing in my life at the moment. Still working on the requests and the ship, though! Hope you like it :) P.S. The Sirius is a bit longer, but oh well x
“Look Y/N, everything is going to be fine!” Remus exclaimed, trying his hardest to say it as clearly as he possibly could.
At this point, he got used to this little routine that the two of you shared. Before every major exam that you had, you found yourself panicking like a little baby and he was always there to try to calm you down. Usually, he succeeded, but this time was different. It wasn’t just any exam.
“Remus it’s the N.E.W.T.s that we are talking about!” you squeaked and began to pace back and forth in front of him. “This is it, don’t you understand? This is the moment that is going to determine how my future will look like! It will decide how good of a witch I actually am and what chances I have to do what I want an-” you stopped as soon as you felt Remus’s hands, starting to rub your shoulders gently. You didn’t know why, but his warmth always seemed to make you relax and come back to your senses.
“Take a deep breath, love” he stated, his voice still calm and collected.
“Now listen to me” he started as soon as you did what he instructed you to do. “You, Y/N Y/L are the most brilliant, intelligent and kindhearted witch that I know. Do not even dare to try, to diminish your talents and your accomplishments. Understood?” he looked you in the eyes, a wide grin spread across his face.
“Thank you” you mumbled quietly while you leaned in to give him a kiss on his cheek, just before entering the classroom, not being able to comprehend how lucky you were to have him.
“Oh Godric, I’m gonna lose it” you said as you walked out of the changing room, a loud cheer coming from the stands, now full of students and teachers, eager to see the final match.
“Oi” you heard James walking up behind you “What’s going on, love?”
“How do you do it?” you turned around quickly, in order to face him.
“Do what?” he asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.
“How do you stay so calm and collected?” you exclaimed, as the anxiety started to build up inside of you, making you feel sick.
“I’m calm because I believe in my team” he stated while making sure to look you straight in the eyes. “Because I believe in you, and every other member of our group. I am calm because I know that we worked our ass off, to be where we are now, and I know that we can win this”
He was right. You did not work so hard, to now ruin it all, by letting stress overwhelm you.
“We can do this” you repeated firmly, earning the brightest smile from your boyfriend, that you have ever seen.
“That’s my girl!” he spun you around and started to place small kisses all over your face, making you giggle like a little girl.
“You are incorrigible James Potter, do you know that?”
“I sure do” he grinned sheepishly at you, and placed another slightly longer kiss on your lips, just before joining your team. “Now, love. We have a game to win”
“Well hello, gorgeous!” Sirius called out, as he found you sitting on your own, at the Gryffindor table. As if you have not heard him you continued to poke at the food that was on your plate, your eyes focused on the pile of books that laid in front of you.
“Earth to Y/N?” he waved a hand in front of your face, in order to get your attention.
“Umm, yeah sorry I just got a bit distracted” you sent him a small smile and rubbed your eyes, that was once again beginning to get itchy.
You really didn’t want to be so indifferent to his actions, but you were too tired to do anything about it. The exams were just around the corner and you still had to revise a lot of things due tomorrow.
“That’s it” you regained your senses as soon, as you heard the firmness in his voice. “You are overworking yourself, love and it’s my duty to prevent you from doing so” he stated and proceeded to flip you trough his shoulder.
“Sirius what are you doing?!” you shrieked in disbelief, as he made his way to your common room. “Put me down right now!”
“Not until we get into your room, you feisty little thing”
“Oh, you just wait and see what I will do with you as soon as my feet touch the ground” you argued, trying to not sound as ridiculously as you must have looked.
“Well, in fact, I’m very curious, kitten. I have something planned for you as well, and I have a feeling that you are gonna love it” he smirked, as he lightly smacked your ass.
“Sirius Black, you did not just do that!” he chuckled, not paying attention to the threats that you began to give him.
“Calm down women, all I plan to do right now is to make you sleep”
“I don-” you were cut off by him putting you on the floor.
“Y/N, everything is gonna work out, you just need a nap, that’s all” he said, his dashing smile making you forget about everything that was going on.
“Do I ever tell you how smart you can be sometimes Mr.Black?” you smirked while pulling on his tie, in order to get him a bit closer.
“Only sometimes, aye?” he raised one eyebrow in amusement while putting his hands on your waist.
“Only sometimes” you whispered in his ear and then placed a soft kiss on his lips. “But that’s why I love you”
“Well, then I can remain the happiest fool in the world” he chuckled “But first, sleep” you rolled your eyes, but proceeded to do as he said. Foolish or not he was yours, and that’s all that mattered.
Continuation of my Humans Are Weird: Women Edition that no one asked for! What aspect of women in society will this entail? I do not know. Vallion will be telling the story, so let’s see what they have to tell.
Several Earthen moon cycles had passed since the porn incident and Vallion sensed their crew had settled into a dormant state. They did not like the feeling. It had been proven time and time again by the humans that, when things became quiet and calm, it was only a precursor for chaos and mayhem. They shared their thoughts with Lt. Gen. Noriko Murakami and Brig. Gen. Lillian Balogh during their refreshment break, termed “coffee break”, in the mess hall (though coffee could kill a H’hish within an hour if medical action was not taken, humans had no problem consuming the beverage. A H’hish could only consume it if the coffee was decaffeinated). Needless to say, the human women were far from helpful. Instead of easing their doubts and worries, the two multiplied it ten-fold.
The three of them were reclined in their chairs when Vallion brought up the subject. “I feel that something…ominous will happen soon; and I do not believe it is because of that awful movie I and the other H’hish were made to watch by your fellow humans.” Vallion was firm in their belief and gave the two women, one their superior officer and the other their subordinate, a stern, pointed look he often saw other humans direct toward each other in such situations.
Can you do a companions react to the Inquisitor being Autistic? Especially Cole?
I (Mod Sarah) am autistic, so I was very pleased to see this request. That being said, autism is a wide-reaching term for an entire spectrum of symptoms that affect people differently– every autistic person is unique, and each has their own quirks and symptoms. I feel that companion responses would vary, depending on what symptoms and behaviors the Inquisitor in question is displaying. For the sake of simplicity, I will be basing this autistic Inquisitor off of my own unique brand of autism, finely aged and diagnosed for the last ten years. Let’s get this show on the road.
Cassandra: Their behavior confounds her, at least at first. They avoid eye contact like the plague, can have intense reactions to stimuli, such as loud noises like explosions upset them with ease. She at first thought they were just being childish, but eventually realizes they’re genuinely hypersensitive to certain things. She guesses that they’re not exactly neurotypical, judging by behavior, and tries to be more receptive to their needs and sensitivities after finding out they’re innocent. It doesn’t particularly bother her that they fidget and stim and avoid eye contact, or even sometimes speak too loudly or too quietly– so long as they’re honest and good at heart. Iron Bull later on describes a mental condition known to the Qun that’s akin to autism and other development disorders, and she agrees that they likely are autistic. If Romanced: He likes just lying by her side, citing the same poems he knows by heart, staring up at the sky with her. She’s smiling, too, as she listens, knowing the poem by heart from repeated recitations as she holds his hand and looks up at the world beyond, so long as they’re there for each other.
Iron Bull: He’s met people like them. He figures it out after observing them, and he adapts accordingly. The Qun values people like them, especially if they have special interests, which are encouraged and honed for special jobs as adults. As a result, he respects them more at first. He accommodates them, and never asks them why they avoid eye contact or fidget or stim in any way. He informs the others what he thinks is different about them, and that’s about it. The man is also good at figuring out what they mean when they speak somewhat disorderly, as if words got jumbled before coming out, and often clarifies for the others. He’s a big source of help during the Winter Palace, getting them out of sight and letting them calm down or stim when overwhelmed. If Romanced: Sex with him is somewhat specialized, but fantastic– he figures out what they do and don’t like, and he works with it. Sometimes they just lay side-by-side, while he massages their muscles in just the way they like it, whispering sweet words of comfort at just the right tone for them, repeated and quiet.
Blackwall: He’s never encountered someone like them, so he thought, until Bull tells him that he likely has but never noticed. He’s not really sure how to go about them, so he just decides he’ll take it in stride and work with them. It works well, and they’re comfortable with each other. After he’s revealed to be Thom Rainier, they actually get over it pretty fast, regarding what he did as a Bad Thing, but he’s trying to make up for it, which they accept. If Romanced: He’s more worried than usual about going into romance with them, because he’s worried that if and when they find out who he is, she’ll have a meltdown, she’ll refuse to even look at him, what have you. He doesn’t want to break her heart. When the time comes, she’s having a meltdown, but not because of who he is– but because he’s in jail, and she desperately wants him to come home. When he finally does, he gets a scolding, but she forgives him. He decides that his new mission in life is making her safe and happy, like she made him.
Sera: She doesn’t care in the least– in fact, she likes it. She sort of relates to them, actually– to the point where she starts wondering if she’s autistic at all. She gives them all sorts of things and textures to fiddle with. She speaks at a level that doesn’t upset them (while she enjoys yelling and cheering and howling with laughter, she’ll take it down a notch for their sake) and will viciously prank anyone who gives them shit for their quirks. “It’s not like they can help it. It’s just who they are, and anyone who says otherwise can knob it.” If Romanced: The romance proceeds mostly like normal, though she doesn’t start yelling at her in the culminate scene when describing her nightmare, because she knows it will upset her. Instead, she avoids her, frustrated and trying to figure out how to describe what’s going on, and opts for writing it down. The Herald reads it, looks up at her, and frowns. “But I love you,” the she says, sounding a little hurt, “I’m sorry about the dream, but dreams are dreams. They don’t have to come true. I just want to be with you.” Sera’s heart melts, and tackles her with a kiss.
Varric: He’s very understanding and unfazed by their quirks, and isn’t surprised when Bull mentions they’re probably autistic. He just works with it, with who they are, and treats them like people, not just a weirdo. “So what if you’re a little different? That’s what makes you who you are, and you’re fine.” They like listening to him tell stories– his voice is nice and even and calm, which calms them down. Often they ask for the same few stories they like again and again, but Varric doesn’t mind– he’s happy to have an enraptured audience. He also suggests to them trying to write to get their thoughts out, to express themselves, and it helps.
Cole: He is of a LOT of help to the Inquisitor. He’s good at voicing how they’re feeling or what they’re thinking if they’re incapable in any way of doing so, as well as getting them things they need but don’t vocalize that they need. “They’re a little different in the way their thoughts work, but they think of new and wonderful things that most can’t. They are good the way they are.” He protests whenever they have to mask how they actually act, citing it as stressing them out and exhausting. He also knows exactly what textures, sounds, and tastes they do or don’t like, often bringing them things for stimming to calm them down or steering them away from offending stimuli, such as excessively bright lights or noise. If they have a special interest(s), he happily listens to them info-dump without getting remotely bored– it makes the Herald so happy, which makes him happy.
Vivienne: She was a little off-put by how they acted in her chateau at first, but she starts suspecting something isn’t normal about them aside from the mark. When Bull explains the disorder to her, she does research and quickly comes to agree with the diagnosis. She’s significantly more patient with them as a result, and she tries to coach them on talking to people. “Unfortunately for you, eye contact is a standard of Orlesian society,” she says, “if this is too difficult for you, try focusing your attention on a nose or intricate part of the mask. They’ll never tell the difference.” When it comes to fidgeting, she actually gets them a notebook and fancy quill, and advises them to play with the quill against the notebook when at parties– Orlesians will just think they’re working and admire it, while they can stim to some extent. She recognizes it’s part of who they are, and must be worked with instead of covered up.
Dorian: They get frustrated easily with social interaction, and if they recruit the mages, practically the whole time spent in future Redcliffe is them trying to not have a meltdown or sensory overload. He tries his best to keep them as calm as possible, but begins to think that maybe there’s more going on with them than just panic at their situation. Bull explains what he thinks is up with them, and Dorian buries himself in whatever information he can get about the disorder. He gets good at calming them down and using certain spells to numb certain sensations or noises, which greatly reduces their stress levels. If Romanced: He cringes, at first, when the Herald bluntly tells anyone who asks that he’s his boyfriend. They don’t understand at all why it should be hidden in any regard, and Dorian tries to explain his discomfort, or at least plans to– until he sees him positively glowing with joy and pride as he talks about him, and Dorian smiles and reconsiders. He really does love him, and Dorian knows it– and loves him back.
Solas: He’s seen memories of people somewhat like them in the Fade, being social outcasts, misunderstood and called stupid when they were anything but. He won’t treat them like that, and he strives to understand them and their disability to the best of his ability. If they don’t mind, he asks a lot of questions about how they feel and think. Often he listens to them info-dump about their special interest, if they have one, and sometimes they get embarrassed. He just encourages them to go on. If Romanced: Assuming Lavellan has a special interest of some sort, he starts taking her into the Fade, showing her old memories of anything related to what she’s interested in. He listens to her talk, happy and excited, and she thanks him with a kiss. “Ma serannas, ma vhenan!” she squeals. “No, I am the one who should be thanking you, Vhenan.” he replies with a chuckle and another kiss, soft and sweet.
Josephine: She notices their lack of tolerance for eye contact before any other symptoms, and while initially worried she did something wrong, the others explain the Herald’s unorthodox behaviors and tics. She, along with Vivienne, tries her best to coach them on talking and interacting with others. It’s not without hard work and tears and meltdowns on the Herald’s part, but they have relatively smooth sailing in the Winter Palace with their hard work. They’re absolutely exhausted after trying to act neurotypical, and she always feels so bad for them and tries to compensate them with something they like. She also cringes at their awful handwriting– it looks like chicken scratch on steroids– and figures out it’s due to poor eye-hand coordination. She also spends a lot of time trying to remedy this, even considering hiring a scribe to help them. If Romanced: They like listening to her just talk about her day, sometimes asking her to repeat stories again and again, old and new. They cuddle on the couch before the fireplace in their room while they cuddle, and Josephine is full of bliss.
Leliana: She’s unfazed by their unusual behavior and tics, and is remarkably patient with them. She likes it when they don’t hide it, because she can tell how they’re actually feeling and thinking most of the time when they don’t mask themselves. She sometimes gives them raven feathers that have fallen to the ground to the Herald for them to run their fingers along the smooth texture, which pleases them. It always brings a smile to her face to see them relax, even a little.
Cullen: You meet all sorts of people in the Circle, and autistic mages (and the occasional templar) were among them. He’s receptive to their sensitivities and needs, and accommodates them without complaint or so much as a second thought. He takes it all in stride, knowing that’s just how they are. When Bull tells him about autism, he just nods. “That explains a lot about a lot of different mages I’ve met over the years.” he remarks. If Romanced: She likes running her fingers through his hair, a sort of stim in and of itself, and he tolerates it, listening to her hum and chatter about the day’s events.
Well, it took me all of 10 minutes to decide I’m going to see bandstand again on Friday.
4th-row center orchestra.
It’s honestly upsetting to me how many tickets are available and how cheap they are because this show should be sold out for months, go buy tickets rn bc I’m salty it doesn’t have more love please love this show.
“Betrothed,” Jamie rasped as the clockwork wheels thudded into place in his mind.
The delegation of Grants that Colum had been—
Colum nodded, smiling calmly, but his eyes were still narrowed in razor-sharp suspicion. “All settled, save the vows, and that comes tomorrow.”
Colum had arranged for—
Fury. Raging, blistering fury tore through Jamie, and he had to grip the arm of his chair to keep from letting it explode from him. “Might I ask, uncle,” he said, with what he hoped was a good
approximation of cordiality, “why ye didna think to seek my counsel on this before matters were ‘settled.’”
The laird paused only a moment before answering, cool and collected. “Ye should be thanking me, wee Jamie. This is a good match. An important match.”
“Important enough that it didna occur to ye to even ask my leave before selecting a wife for me?” Jamie tried to keep his voice steady but the waves of anger lurked barely below the surface. “Before determining the course of the remainder of mylife?”
Colum’s words were still quiet, but as sharp as a knife blade through the still of the room. “You’re to be laird, Sheumais MacBrian. If it’s the
remainder of your life, it’s the next life of the clan as well. As future leader
of the MacKenzies, your life is not your own, anymore.”
“I’ve no intention to be laird, and my life is no one’s save my own, God’s, and those who have claim to my protection. I came here today only to inform ye that I’ve proposed marriage to Claire Beauchamp and she’s accepted.”
The silence before Colum spoke was excruciating. “Explain yourself,” he said delicately. “…boy.”
“’Boy,’ it is?” Jamie couldn’t help a wry, scornful laugh. “A moment
ago, I’m to be laird, and now –“
“And now,” Colum interrupted, his voice still alarmingly controlled, but the eyes showing the fire about to pour forth, “like a child, you’ll answer to your
elders for your actions.”
Jamie bit back a retort that would certainly have sounded childish, and instead chose to remain silent.
Colum’s eyebrows were knitted hard. “She’s wi’ child, then?”
“No! Christ—God in Heaven, no!” Jamie’s shock and embarrassment made his voice squeak like a wee lad. “I’ve no’ lain wi’ her. I swear it on my mother’s grave,” he said more sharply.
“Doesna matter to me if you’ve swived a hundred lassies,” Colum said. “What matters is that ye deliberately deceived me here in this room three weeks ago in implying that your allegiance to the clan outweighed any liaison between you and Mistress Beauchamp.”
Jamie couldn’t remain stoic in the face of Colum’s quietly seething wrath. “Aye, I did deceive ye, uncle, though wi’ no malice in my heart. See, it—” He took a deep breath. Everything, then. “I said those words in anger, but the feelings between Mistress Beauchamp and me are mutual, and have been growing for some time. On the road wi’ the rent party, we had a misunderstanding, and she left—then had a change of heart and chose to come
back to see if the two of us might set things right. My heart was hard against her, that day here in the study wi’ Dougal, as you certainly will have seen, and I said what I did only so you and Dougal would understand the true reason why she left, and that there was no cause to suspect her of treachery.” He met his uncle’s eye directly. “But two days ago, Claire and I did set things right—more than right—and she agreed to become my wife.”
Colum nodded and reached for a quill. “An agreement that can easily be broken.”
Jesus, the calm and heartlessness of that statement. He all but snarled at his uncle, “Absolutely not.”
provide her wi’ a pension, if we must, to see that she’s—”
“No.” He was practically shouting, barely able to keep his seat. “I love her, uncle. I love Claire—and I came to speak wi’ ye today to tell
ye so, and tell ye of my intention to marry her. I had no inkling of your
designs for an alliance wi’ the Grants, and I’m sorry for the ill timing, but I’d never have consented even if Mistress Beauchamp were no’ involved. I’ll
not be swayed—not for any price.”
Colum’s steely calm snapped and he snarled, leaning forward,
white with rage, his finger pointed in accusation at Jamie’s face. “I got you
“Uncle, ye must—”
“—saved you from the noose, from rotting in prison,” he snarled,
shaking his head slowly, like a beast about to charge, “and this, THIS is how ye repay me?”
“And I’m verra grateful,” Jamie said, marshaling his
voice into calm, “but I didna—”
“Did ye think that I would risk my neck and clan and name only
out of the goodness of my heart? Did ye think there would be no obligation
expected of ye in return, boy?”
“If I deigned to presume,” Jamie hissed between teeth clenched
so hard as to be painful, “the love for your own flesh and blood was enough to
prompt such a kind deed, I do most humbly
beg your pardon.”
“Love without duty is pure fancy,” Colum said bluntly. “Which is
why ye will not be marrying Mistress Beauchamp.”
“I will be. You have my word on it.”
Colum’s mouth quirked up into a wry smile, the steely calm controlling
his features once more. “Ye truly think ye can do this to me again wi’ no
“Again?” Jamie laughed mirthlessly. “To my knowledge, I’ve never
turned down a marriage arrangement from ye before.”
“But your mother did.”
Jamie stepped back and pressed his lips together. Jesus, he hadn’t
stopped to think on it, but she’d—
“Aye, you’ll ken the story,” Colum said, his eyes alight with a
near-maniacal gleam. “Betrothed to one Malcolm Grant, and then up and decides she’d prefer to sneak off and swive in the heather wi’ your bastard father. And what your *bastard* father may not have told you bairns round the fireside—“
“Do NOT use that word in my presence.”
“—is that her actions, her heedlessness and SELFISHNESS nearly started an all-out war wi’ the Grants.” Colum thudded his fist
onto the table. “This alliance is the reparation for that VERY slight, boy, and an end to the thirty years of bad blood between our clans that came of it. All that and more will be mended when you join wi’ Malcolm Grant’s
daughter. I’ll no’ have it ruined because some Sassenach happened to walk her fine arse in front of ye.”
Jamie was already on his feet and gripping his dirk before realizing what he was doing. Colum’s look was defiant, as though daring Jamie to make him summon the guards. He couldn’t very well fight for Claire in a dungeon cell, and they both knew it fine.
Jamie clenched his hands behind his back and stared down at the MacKenzie across the wide desk. “If the marriage alliance was of such great importance, and ye esteem my leadership highly enough to have wished me to be laird one day, then ye ought to have spoken to me of Miss Grant previously, and no’ just have assumed I’d agree to throw my life away by wedding a stranger.” Jamie’s voice
was calm. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m no’ your son, Colum; nor am I your logical successor, nor a ward, that ye might command me to bow to your will. I canna take responsibility for the choices of my departed mother—” Colum scoffed, and Jamie raised his voice, “—NOR will I be bound by
an obligation I learned of scarce FIVE MINUTES ago. I SHALL go to Lallybroch
with Mistress Beauchamp, where I’ll make her my wife and nothing you or Dougal can say shall—”
“Then it’s a good thing I sent word to the English garrison
Jamie’s blood froze. “What?”
Colum steepled his fingers, such a casual gesture Jamie wanted
to reach across the desk and throttle him. “Oh, aye. About our mysterious
Mistress Beauchamp, indicating my suspicions as to her character and purpose on
my lands, and asking that they come and collect her, she being an English
citizen, after all.”
“How could ye— how could—?“ His words choked off in rage. Claire,
dragged to Fort William. Claire, in the hands of that monster, Randall. “How
could ye have done such a thing, uncle?”
“Claire Beauchamp is nothing to me, to this clan, to you, save a liability. And while ye
may not be my son, ye pledged me an oath, and you’ll honor it by arriving in the great hall tomorrow
noon to make the formal oath to your betrothed in front of her father and the
clans so that the wedding plans might commence, else…” He trailed off, leaving Jamie to imagine what the consequences for disobedience might be.
It hadn’t been an oath that Jamie swore those weeks ago, and Colum MacKenzie knew it just fine. A pledge to obey while on MacKenzie lands: Colum KNEW it was no more than that, and yet here he was, manipulating Jamie with such precision, to have him bound and trussed with no more than a word. Christ, that he should ever have been thought fit to take over the clan from this conniving man.
“Promise me you’ll not turn her over
to the English,” Jamie demanded, his head was spinning. “Swear to me that you’ll send another message, telling them it
was a misunderstanding— that Mistress Beauchamp is no longer under
Colum considered, then nodded. “I’ll send it by rider tomorrow. After you’ve
made your formal vow to Edina.”
Jamie breathed. Just breathed, focusing on the filling of his
He rose and bowed to his uncle.
“Then, I’ll abide by my word, my chieftain.”
Jamie was kissing me and it wasn’t a dream. Thank the bloody Lord: I’d had it up to here with dreaming.
I reached up and twined my fingers in his hair, moving my hips up against him.
He moaned into my mouth and slipped his hand under my head. When I grappled for him, though, he laughed and pulled back.
“Oh Jesus fucking Christ, Jamie!”
He laughed again, landed one more good one, and then jumped off the bed.
I threw myself back hard onto the pillow. “You can’t just wake a girl up all sexy-like and then saunter off.”
“How’s about you saunter off along wi’ me?”
His tone was playful, but there was an urgency in his movements that made me sit back up at once. “What do you mean?”
He was moving across the room, gathering things into a satchel. “We must leave the castle— tonight.”
“We must—What???” But it all made sense: how I’d heard not a word from him since the garret, hadn’t seen him in the great hall. Something had happened in the session with Colum, and it wasn’t good.
“I’m sorry for the suddenness, Sassenach, truly,” he said, placing the bag on the bed. “I’ll explain everything in full, I swear it, but we must leave, now.”
Under his forced calm, I could sense the very real fear.
“Jamie—are we in danger?”
Honesty. The blatant, quiet honesty in him; yet another reason I felt so sure in him, in us. He would give his life to protect me, would tease and joke to put my mind at ease, but when directly asked, he would not lie to me. I’d lied to Jamie, I realized with a pang, but no more. There were no lies between us, nor secrets, and as ridiculous as it might have once seemed to me, I felt this man as an extension of my own mind. It was almost laughable, in fact, when he sat next to me on bed, a face on my palm and asked, “Do ye trust me?”
And I didn’t hesitate for a moment in replying. “Yes, I trust you.”
He grinned. “And ye still wish to marry me, aye?”
*I* grinned. “Aye, I do, my bonny lad.”
He kissed me. “Good. Then the greatest measure of our safety rests upon us being able to get off of MacKenzie lands. Only elsewhere am I in honor free of obedience to Colum. Only Colum’s no fool, so likely we’ll have to fight our way out of Leoch, this night.“ His control wavered, and for a moment, he looked truly distraught. “I’m sorry for putting this upon ye.”
“Just tell me what to do,” I said, running my hand down his face. “I trust you.” I kissed him back, though fear and exhilaration coursed through me. “And what’s the other measure?”
The grin was back. “Making ye my wife as soon as humanly possible and taking ye to my bed to make things official.”
Taking the gift of his ease and humor against the fear of the night, I gave it back to him in kind, throwing up my hands in mock bewilderment. “How EVER will we bring ourselves to do it?”
He pulled a long-suffering kind of face as he pressed me rather scandalously back into the pillows. “‘Tis a grave task,” he said, nipping at the neck of my shift. “but I have a suspicion we’ll manage it somehow. Here,“ he said, dropping a pile of fabric at my shoulder, “put these breeks on and let’s get down to our business.“
Ah yes, just typical fighting-our-way-out-of-the-castle banter.
Still getting strong breakup/need space vibes from that kiss in the 2x13 preview. That along with the handshake pic. I think we need to brace ourselves.
Anon, let me ask you a question: Why are you doing this to yourself? Surely, we don’t know any context but why would Malec break up? Even if you ignore everything that happened, isn’t that exactly what would happen to every damn couple on every usual tv show after they just got together and said the L-word? I mean???
This is just my assumption but from what I have seen so far it looks like Magnus is just throwing himself back into the game, like using more makeup as some kind of armour maybe but from the sneaks/trailers it looks like he is back to his flirty and carefree self that he kinda was before he got involved in shadowhunters business. The dancing with Dot also adds to that. So I don’t think getting away from Alec in any way is up for discussion here. Magnus and Alec will both work their way through this emotional rollercoaster but they will get out of it even stronger than before.
Besides, Matt said himself that there will be ups and downs, but that the relationship was constantly moving upwards. So why should they break this up now as soon as some trouble/problems are on the horizon? That doesn’t make sense. I am guessing the big breaking point will be in ep 2x15 when Magnus will fully open up to Alec and honestly, I cannot wait to see. Until then, everything is just speculation, sure, but I don’t think you need to stress yourself over that. ;)