i do not understand why she keeps being drawn to the french

Andrew thinks he doesn't like kids. Andrew's wrong.

Andrew doesn’t like children on principle. They’re noisy, excitable, annoying, and regularly deplete the chocolate ice cream supply in his local shop before he can get to it.

So why he is now driving hundreds of miles solely to visit a pair of four-year-olds is anyone’s guess. Although, he has to admit, the blue-eyed man to his right might have something to do with it.

For some reason, Neil adores Dan and Matt’s kids. He met them as babies - crying, sniveling, wrinkly things - and yet was not put off. Andrew can’t understand it. They’re twins, for God’s sake. Double the attention-seeking nuisance. He gets enough of that from the cats. He ended up having pictures of them shoved in his face for the next four years as Neil excitably told him about Willow’s first steps, Clara’s first word, their first baby teeth …

Then Dan and Matt had moved to just a state over, and Matt had started urging Neil to visit.

“No,” Andrew had said firmly, when Neil mentioned it. He should have known something was up when Neil let him put extra syrup on his pancakes that morning. Their coach had been trying to put Andrew on a reduced-sugar diet and, annoyingly, Neil was on the balding man’s side. “We are not driving five hundred miles to visit a couple of kids. If Matt wants you to see them so badly, he can bring them to one of Allison’s stupid Fox reunions.”

Neil had just looked at him for a minute, expression open and eyes so, so blue. “Clara gets nervous around new people. Matt doesn’t think she could handle meeting everyone at once.”

Andrew felt his resolve cracking, but kept his expression stony. Not that it did much good; Neil seems to be able to read him no matter what walls he puts up.

“He also tells me there’s an ice cream parlour near their house which gives you unlimited toppings for two dollars.”

Andrew frowned, and Neil knew he’d won. It was written all over his smug face.

“Is that a yes?” he asked with a cheeky smile.

“I hate you. Yes.”

“I’ll tell Matt we’ll see them next month.”

And so, on the first weekend of the off-season, they stock up the cats’ food and water dispensers that Neil had bought for when they were at away-games, pile into the car, and set off on their trip to visit the Boyd-Wilds household.

“No cigarettes near the kids,” says Neil sternly, tucking the carton away securely in the glove compartment. Andrew scowls but doesn’t protest, and when they next pull up at a gas station he buys four packets of boiled sweets in defiance and sucks on them obnoxiously for the remainder of the journey. Neil glares at him every time the packet rustles, and eventually snags Andrew’s free hand in his own to keep it occupied. Andrew links their fingers together and says nothing, opting to grab a new sweet with his other hand whenever they stop at a red light.

They arrive in the early afternoon, pulling up outside a uniform-looking white house in a row of many others. It’s a quiet neighbourhood, and their car had drawn attention from more than one passer-by on their way here. Andrew swipes the keys from Neil, who had been driving the last leg, and makes sure the car is locked before turning to walk through the gate Neil holds open.

The door is open before they can even think about ringing the bell and a tall figure emerges, carrying a much smaller one in his arms.

“Neil!” exclaims Matt. “And my favourite Minyard. Come on in.”

Andrew narrows his eyes but follows Neil and Matt inside without complaint. Matt sets twin number one down and immediately clasps Neil in a fierce hug, releasing him a second later with a wary glance at Andrew.

Neil rolls his eyes. “Good to see you too, Matt.”

“Looking good, Neil,” calls Dan, emerging slowly with twin number two clutching onto her leg - Clara, Andrew presumes. “What’s all this I hear about you two being signed to the US Court?”

“Nothing, yet,” replies Neil slyly, hopping out of the way as Willow barrels past him. “You shouldn’t put so much stock in what the media says.”

“Right,” says Matt, grabbing his unruly daughter and hoisting her into his arms again. “Like your supposed rivalry for the first few years of your career. Or how you supposedly got married in the Bahamas last year - wait, you didn’t, did you?”

Neil shakes his head with a grin. “Hello,” he says to Willow, who is now taller than him from where she sits in Matt’s arms.

“Hi!” she shouts, wriggling in Matt’s grip until he puts her down. She then proceeds to skip in circles around Neil, who stares at her in bewilderment. Andrew feels a strange sense of smugness.

They haven’t eaten since breakfast, not counting the sweets on Andrew’s part, so Dan makes them each a sandwich as the kids retreat to the garden to play with Matt. From what Andrew can see through the large French windows, they appear to be playing catch with a tennis ball. He shakes his head. There is no escaping the sports junkies. As if to prove this point, Neil goes out to join them at the first opportunity.

Andrew retreats to the living room, taking a seat on one of the large leather couches as he receives a text from Nicky, who has apparently been kept well-informed about their trip by Neil and is now eager to find out if Andrew’s opinion of children has been miraculously changed by what he calls ‘Dan and Matt’s angels’. Andrew is just about to type out a resounding ‘no’ when Clara appears at the door to the room, staring silently at Andrew for a minute before crossing to sit on the sofa with him.

He tilts his head to look at her for a minute, but when she doesn’t make any attempt at conversation he turns back to his phone.

‘Don’t know’, he sends back, just before everyone else piles into the room, loud and excitable. Neil glances at Andrew and Clara on the sofa, curiosity clear on his face, but when they make no move to interact with each other he turns his attention back to Matt and Willow, who appear to be reenacting one of Neil’s impossible goals from the previous season. Andrew hates that Neil doesn’t seem concerned that Andrew is in such close proximity to a small, defenceless, unpredictable child, hates that Neil has so much faith in him when he’s sure Dan and Matt still see him as a monster, and h a t e s the gentle smile that spreads across Neil’s face as he watches Matt and Willow play.

Clara lets out a small laugh when her sister mimes being checked rather dramatically into the wall of the court, but when Andrew turns his gaze to her she looks down again, hugging her knees to her chest in an obvious attempt to make herself smaller. Andrew knows the move well. His hands shake slightly as he’s tugged back into his past as a foster child, and he pulls out a sweet to unwrap to keep himself distracted. He wonders absently if there’s a child out there who’s like him - who’s crying out for help from people who will never understand them. He shakes the thought from his head. He may understand, but he’s in no position to help.

Then he looks at Neil, who rescued two stray cats and coaxed them back to health, who’s now managed to calm Willow down enough to crouch down and talk to her animatedly about something, grins covering both their faces, and he can’t stop the shiver that runs through him. He thinks, what if -

He’s jolted out of his thoughts by the realisation that Clara is looking at him - or, more accurately, she’s looking at the sweet wrapper he’s worrying between his fingers. He blinks, watching her for a moment before pulling out another sweet. He glances across the room, but no one’s looking at them, so he surreptitiously slides the sweet across the surface of the sofa and pulls his hand back, staring forwards the entire time. Clara snatches the sweet up and unwraps it, popping it in her mouth. The next time their eyes meet, she smiles.

By the time Neil’s ready to leave, Clara has visibly relaxed, a smile stuck on her face as her sister teases her and she responds by sticking out a tongue stained yellow from the lemon sherbets. When they’ve all said goodbye, she steps towards Andrew with her arms held out questioningly. He stiffens for a second, then crouches down, allowing her to wrap her arms around him briefly. He almost - almost - mirrors her smile when he sees the shocked looks on Dan and Matt’s faces, but it’s their very presence that prevents it. He instead turns his attention to squashing the warmth blossoming in his chest, but fails miserably when he sees the grin that lights up Neil’s face.

“Don’t even think about it,” he says once they’re back in the car, but his words hold no heat.

Neil just smiles wider. “So, ice cream?”

“Ice cream,” Andrew agrees, reaching for his cigarettes where they lie in the glove compartment. At the last second though, his hand stills, and he reaches for another sweet instead.

After all, there will be no smoking around the kids.


Blood, Sex and Whiskey - Part 2

A Woman in Red 

Warnings: M (SMUT, 18+, not suitable for young audiences)

Tag list: @iheartbinbons @binbonsadoration @delos-mio @lafemmedemon @la-fille-en-aiguilles @ladyblablabla @drinix @padfootagain @princesse-de-ravenclaw

A/N: I swear I was going to make this less SMUT and more plot. I am really trying to stick to that for this series but I guess Part 3 is what y’all get instead for that. Because fuck Ben Barnes for killing me with his fine ass. Real life that man has me on that real life thirsty ho life. I’m going to need him to calm the fuck down. And fuck Netflix for not releasing the date for the show so I can literally hide in my house and binge watch the season but teasing the shit out of us with promos. I need to prepare. I have a busy month coming up and I’ll be PISSED if its the weekends I’m at weddings.

Can you tell that I’m a mess after Punisher promo stills. Hope this helps you all like its been helping me :D

Read Part 1 Here

Frank Castle was a force not be reckoned with. Everyone on the force knew that. He was hard to work with as told from previous past employers including the United State Marines Corp, stubborn, reckless and annoyingly charming. He was also the best man to get a job done. He was efficient and knew how to clean up messes. He knew how to make someone go away without anyone even knowing there were missing. Had a surprisingly compassionate heart under his tough exterior.

Frank Castle was a puzzle that no one wanted to spend the time solving which was why the force, your unit, had left him alone for years.

However, he had triggered the curiosity of the mob. You didn’t know why. Didn’t understand why they were all of a sudden interested in this ex-marine. From what you could assess from your research, he had kept to himself. No one employed him for the men he swept of the street.

Why the hell was Billy Russo and Frank Costa so concerned with him?

That was the question on your mind as you walked into the posh French restaurant, the tight red dress clinging against your body underneath the long black jacket you were wearing. You had spent four days watching Frank Castle and as far as you were concerned, he was a simple family man who was probably bored of his civilian life so decided to take matters in how own hands.

His targets were low level offenders on your employers list and that was less work and paperwork for you. As far as you were concerned, Frank Castle was okay in your book.

Still, Jenkins was uneasy. He had been monitoring Castle for years and he didn’t like the way any of this smelled. So he had urged you to give in to Billy’s request to take you out to dinner. You had been hesitant because you knew that Billy was dangerous. Not in the way of wanting to kill you at the drop of a hat.

In the way of being drawn into his dangerous web of seduction. Billy was the type of man that could get under your skin for months and you would be blind to everything else.

That could interfere with your job. And nothing ever interfered with your job.

You gave the hostess your name and she smiles at you, urging you to follow her to the back of the restaurant. The part of the restaurant that is reserved for special clients. You give a shaky sigh as you near Billy who is leaning back in his chair, his strong fingers delicately wrapped around a glass of champagne as one of his henchmen whisper in his ears. He’s frowning, mumbling lowly before he turns to you and his face lights up, smiling at you.

He waves the man away as he stands, buttoning the front of his jacket as his mouth spreads in a smile That charming smile that has you weak in the knees and exhale as you near him.

“Mr. Russo. Your guest.” the waitress is timid as she turns on her heels and you smirk at Billy, turning your back at him before looking over your shoulder.

“Mind helping a woman out?” you ask, your eyelashes cast down and he steps near you, wrapping his arms around you. He unbuttons your jacket slowly, his growing erection pressing against your back and you’re half embarrassed, half turned on by the boldness of his actions. He peels the jacket off of you slowly, his breath hitching as your short dress is exposed. He passes the coat off, his dark eyes glazing over in lust and you kept help the scary feeling building in your pit.

‘He’s a known criminal. He’s threatened his child. He kills innocent people for sport. Do not fall for him because he’s handsome.’ You repeat this in your head but you know it’s useless. You’re too caught in the way he’s watching you, the way he feels behind you.

You try to  turn, a confident smirk plastered on your face but he grabs your hips, jutting his own into you.

“I was taught to never trust a woman in red.” he mumbles, low enough for you to hear over the bustle of the restaurant and you laugh, pushing his hands off of you and turning toward him.

“Good thing I’m a woman not to be trusted.”

You push past him to your seat and he’s quick to push in your chair before taking the seat across from you. In an instant a waiter is at your side, filling up your champagne glass and Billy leans in, revealing in your outfit. When the waiter leaves his mouth quirks up.

“You know what’s the most damning about a woman like you. You’re addictive.  haven’t been able to fuck anyone since our little exchange in the bathroom.”

You roll your eyes, your hand slowly stroking the stem of your champagne glass as you respond,

“You mean Mrs. Russo is denied the undeniable sweet pleasure of your cock. That’s just…..unsatisfactory.”

He laughs, gaining the attention of some of the diners before his eyes land back on you. On the way your hand is playing with the glass.

“Mrs. Russo is an accessory. She’s kinda like a lamp. Or a side table. Something you keep for show but there is truly no use in having.”

You sigh, raising an eyebrow before you lean into the table.

“Well, I don’t know about being a boring accessory to someone like you but I do know that you shouldn’t drink champagne without toasting,” you lift your glass and quirk an eyebrow up. “So what should we toast to?”

He lifts his glass, his dark eyes watching you carefully.

“How about me fucking you senseless in the suite that I have for us across the street.”

The waiter has shown up and his face flushes red as you smile at him, clinking your glass. You both drink the bubbly alcohol quickly, neither of your eyes falling off the other before you place your glass down.

“Fuck dinner. We both know you were just trying to see how long you could get in my panties.”

He raises an eyebrow, looking over at the henchman that’s to his right before his eyes fall back on you.

“You’re the kind of woman who’s going to get me in trouble.  Lucky for me.”

Billy hadn’t been kidding when he said he had a reserved suite across the street from the expensive restaurant. It’s the kind of place that you had walked past your whole life - uppity and posh and the kind of place you want to sully with filth. Specifically, the way Logan’s hand is explicitly biting into your ass, the way his mouth dominates your neck as he presses you against the elevator wall, causing the older couple in the space to clear their throat multiple times uncomfortably. Doesn’t stop Billy from throwing you over his shoulder as he steps out of the elevator, causing you to giggle like a five year old as he slaps your ass.

When you enter the posh room you don’t even have a minute to take it in. Billy’s too busy throwing you on the bed, parting your legs as he pushes your dress up.

“I’ve been dreaming about eating your pussy for days….” he mumbles, his hands tugging at the thin fabric of your thong as his lips skim at your thighs.

“It’s bad to spoil dinner with dessert.” you mumble, looking down at him and he chuckles, nipping at your thighs.

“You’re mouth is going to get you in trouble. Did your Uncle Louie ever warn you about that?”

You roll your eyes as he blows over your freshly exposed center, causing your hips to jut off the bed.

“I don’t talk about my uncle typically while I’m fucking.” you whisper as his tongue slowly licks a hot trail up your folds. By the time he reaches your clit your mewling, your hands finding his hair easily as he sucks softly at the soft bud.

“Taste so fucking good.” he mumbles, his left hand skimming its way down your thigh until it’s inserted into your center and you’re flying, your hips bucking up. Billy chuckles as he pushes you back down against the bed, inserting another finger as he begins sucking and biting on your clit, his hands pumping into you at a delicious slow pace.

Its when he feels your body shaking, your hands tightening in his locks as your thighs close around him that he increases his pace. His shadow rubs against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and you know you’re going to have burns in the morning but you don’t care. All you can think about is the way you see white as he bites down your sensitive bud, your voice singing out his name in praise as he laps at you.

Demon or not, the man knew how to eat pussy.

When he pulls away his hands are already making quick work of his belt, tugging at his silk pants as his dark eyes consume you.

Needing you.

He pins his arms over your head as his mouth captures your and you groan into his mouth at your taste, your hips jutting into his own. He moans as he pulls away , throwing you on your back before lining you on your back.

“Been thinking about fucking you from behind to see this tight little ass move as you cum all over my cock.” his voice is hoarse, dark, and it causes you to groan as you stick your ass higher in the air.

“Fuck honey, you’re dripping wet. Did I get you all worked up?” he’s teasing you as his cock circles around your entrance and you moan, placing your head to the side.

“Please…” you whisper out and it’s all he needs before he’s inserting himself into you. You both moan as he slowly slides into you, your walls tightening around him and he falls on your back, groaning in your ear.

“Goddamn I’ve been dreaming about this for far too long.” he moans in your ear as he pulls out before slamming against you again. Your hands grip against the sheets, already feeling yourself come undone fromt eh angle he was hitting you at. He continues the slow, hard pace, kissing your back as he fucked you harder. Deeper. Its when his hand snakes underneath you, circling your clit that you pop up in desire, your hips jutting against him and his grip tightens around you.

“That’s right honey. I want you to cum all over my cock.”

There’s no need for the dirty words, your wetness pooling down your legs onto the comforter as he rams against you faster now. Your orgasm hits you hard and you fall forward as he chases his own, his voice yelling out your name before falling beside you.

You both don’t move from your position as you find your breath, glancing at each other in deep heaves before he pulls you toward him, kissing you on the forehead.

“Goddamn addicting..” he whispers against your skin and you laugh. For a second you forget that he’s a mass murdered and you’re an assassin for hire.

For a second it’s just the two of you.

It’s hours later, spent from your earlier lovemaking that you’re roused from sleep. You jump up from your bed, surprised to to find the spot that Billy has been occupying empty. You try to brush the sleep out of you, looking haphazardly in the dark for your dress and underwear. You tug them on as your survey the room.

Billy’s voice is low on the phone as you look in your bag for your recorder, slowly inching your way to the half propped bathroom door. Billy’s standing in the brightly lit space, pacing back and forth in nothing but his pants, his hands running through his hair.

“You heard me. Bomb the fucking place. If Castle is finally home then that takes care of two ducks with one stone. We can get his nosy fucking wife and kid and take care of him. Bomb the place and make it look like a gas leak….”

Your eyes shoot up.

The wife and kid. There was nothing saying that Castle’s family was the target. You slowly slink your way back to your bed, grabbing the hotel phone before slipping toward the closet. You quickly dial out Jenkins number, watching Billy’s movements through the cracked sliding door as the phone rings twice.

“Unit Number.”

“LV- Unit number 83579. Reporting.”

“Talk to me Viper.”

“You have to get a unit over to Castles house,” you start to shift from leg to leg as you look at the bathroom shadows, shaking your head. “Castle isn’t the primary target. His family is.”

“Is this confirmed.”

“Recorded and confirmed from the snake’s mouth himself.”

Silence. Then, 


“Now. Tonight. Send a unit over right now!”

More silence.

“Do you hear me. Send a unit over right now.”

More silence.

You look through the cracked closet door, surprised when a dark shadow appears. Billy’s undeniably handsome face is now curled in a sneer, a broken phone cord in his hand. He yanks the door open, grabbing you and throwing you on the ground, anger consuming him. You sweep at his feet, causing him to fall on the ground as you lift yourself and you kick his face, keeping him down as he kneels over in pain. You throw the door open, running down the hall toward the elevator.

You had to warn your team. Had to get to Castle.

You turn a corner and suddenly see black, a sharp jutting pain overcoming the back of your skull. You fall down, trying desperately to get up.

You groan as you see the tall figure of Billy walking from down the hallway over to you slowly, a gun in his hand. You try to fight unconsciousness as you start your slow crawl to the elevator. You refuse to give in to the helpless situation. Its when Billy’s foot is pressing into your back that you turn to claw at him. He smirks, kneeling down and slapping you in the face.

“Like I said before honey, I was told never to trust a woman in red.”

A Olicity Historical AU:  Touch can be so much more than just, physical.

A/N:  T-rated and Isn’t the edit above just amazing? It reminds me of classic Regency book covers.  My beautiful friend @quiveringbunny made it for the story and I’m so grateful. Thank you again so much, Lisa. xoxo

You can find the previous chapter HERE or AO3


Chapter 2

Felicity glanced down at her dance card and the empty, untouched, pristine parchment did not upset her.  She did, however, release an impatient sigh as the closest ballroom door beckoned her to walk under its garishly embellished frame and away from the crush of the crowd.

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Perfect as You Are

Pairing - Lafayette x Reader

Word Count - 2568

Summary - Reader feels bad about how she looks and hates her body. Laf is there to help.

Warnings - Negative talk, body hatred, a few swears

Tags - @futureauthor45, @small-stars, @smol-consulting-one (Ask to be tagged in any future fics!)

A/N - Okay, so this one is extremely personal to me. I’ve strugged with body image issues for all of my adolescent and adult life. So I decided to get them out. Everything the reader says is something I have said to myself.

You stood there, staring at your reflection in your full-length mirror with a deep frown on your face as you poked and prodded at your midsection and examined your arms. Today was not a good day. You’d been to the gym, which normally didn’t bother you, but today, you’d ended up beside the fittest woman you’d ever seen in your life, and it had gotten to you. Flat abs, toned arms and legs, the whole nine yards. You’d struggled with image issues for most of your adolescent and adult years, but you’d come a long way in your recovery. You’d learned to accept your body and its flaws and realized that the people in magazines were heavily Photoshopped and that nobody actually looked like that. But today, comparing her body to yours had really bothered you.

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Jet Wolf Summarizes Act 24

As it turns out, the manga and I aren’t going to be great friends. Rather than spend the energy on a liveblog that’s increasingly negative, I’m reading each manga act (mostly) silently, and then writing up summaries at the end. I’ll be very candid, which means there’s likely criticism and snark a’plenty about the manga, either wholesale or in details. If that isn’t a thing you feel like reading, please skip this post!

Black Lady is here, and she wants you all to sample her new perfume. Luna-P wants to try! FUCK OFF THIS IS A FRAGRANCE FOR PEOPLE NOT WEIRD CAT HEAD ROBOTS. Luna-P cries. Black Lady doesn’t care. Chibi-Usa, how could you!

Saffir and Demande show up with new toys. Saffir has Hulk Hands … OF DEATH. Demande has a whole new eye to glare with. It’s super effective! The two black crystals say “GWOOO” a lot, and things are probably bad, but I’m inferring.

Black Lady says that she needs nothing else now she has Mamoru, who she keeps distressingly calling “Endymion”. That makes him two for two on the brainwash/Endymion thing, and I’m left questioning why the fuck he’d voluntarily call himself that in Crystal Tokyo. It can’t be a name with pleasant connotations. He could pick anything. Why not “Liam”? KING LIAM THINK ABOUT IT

Anyway, then she frenches her father again, and if I have to see it, so do you.


Usagi says she’s sorry for being jealous and she loves Chibi-Usa. Then Black Lady sexily kisses Usagi. NO NOT REALLY BUT ADMIT IT YOU BELIEVED ME FOR A SECOND. Instead she throws a tantrum and blows up one of the black crystal things. For all the talk about how these were planet killers, the worst that happens is that everyone has mussy hair and no combs.

At the Gate of Time, Pluto worries.

Back at the Crystal Palace, Usagi becomes a nightlight. I suppose it means she’s protecting it from destruction? She’s glowing, that’s really about all I got. Wiseman tries to demoralize her.


“Does he … not see us?”


“Does this guy have an ass, because I am about to fucking kick it.”


“Ow! I didn’t say it, it’s not my fault!”

“I’d say let’s just go to the library and get drunk, but the porn section sucks, trust me.”


“Ow! Stop it! OW!”

“Of course we could write our own porn, I suppose.”

“Perhaps we could petition to be blown up faster.”

No, what really happens is that Usagi doesn’t say one fucking word about this, because of course she doesn’t. Instead, there is yet more glowing. I would love to see her electric bill.

Demande somehow manages to break free of Wiseman’s brainwashing. Not just the new brainwashing, but the old original flavour brainwashing too. The stuff he’s been influenced by for years? Totally gone. The fact that Saffir has been dealing with Demande like that for ages? Irrelevant. Brainwashed Saffir gets in his way, and with an “oh well”, Demande kills him. I assume “tired and a bit bored” is the intended emotional response.

Out of friends and family to kill, Demande turns to Wiseman. He attacks without mercy! The blow is swift and just! Wiseman’s true form is revealed! Demand once again speaks for us all.

No wait, Black Lady is really Wiseman’s true form!

No wait, the literal planet Nemesis is really Wiseman’s true form!

“Why oh why did we name it ‘Nemesis’!” Endymion wails. “That seems like such a poor choice on reflection!”

“Yeah, almost as bad as sending your worst enemy there and forgetting all about them!” calls Minako from her off-panel cast chair where she sits sipping a latte and nibbling on a craft services blueberry muffin.

“Your turn,” Rei says, drawing a card, her back to the scene.

“Shouldn’t we studying our lines?” Ami asks.

They all laugh and laugh and laugh.

Things are very GWOOO at the Gate of Time. Pluto worries so hard she has a flashback.

She remembers Queen Serenity telling her about the three rules she must never break. THEY ARE TABOO. Somehow, Serenity keeps a straight face as she says this. If you’re wondering why Pluto looks a little off there, by the way? TURNS OUT SHE’S A FUCKING CHILD


For the moment, note that the three “taboos” are: 1. traveling through time, 2. leaving the Time Gate, and third is a DRAMATIC CUT AWAY FROM THE SCENE. But since you’ve seen S, you already know the third is stopping time.


Now a planet, and yet still somehow also on Earth(?), Death Phantom/Wiseman/Black Lady/Nemesis drops his tragic anime backstory. By “backstory” I mean “I was evil and died and now I’m a planet.” What, that’s not enough for you? FUCK YOU THIS IS THE SAILOR MOON MANGA

Demande doesn’t take this news well, for reasons that boil down to “I thought I was working for the betterment of the planet”. YOU CAN’T GET MORE LITERAL ABOUT THAT THAN THE PLANET BEING SENTIENT AND TELLING YOU WHAT TO DO AND THEN DOING IT I GENUINELY DO NOT UNDERSTAND YOUR PROBLEM HERE MY GUY

Usagi glows some more. Then the glowing starts to go out. Oh fuck! But all we know how to do is stand here and look at the glow! Now what?!

Never fear, Tiny Kitten is here! She runs to Pluto and insists that she go to help everyone. It’s what Pluto’s been angsting about this whole time so she really wants to, but Tiny Kitten, it is taboo!

“You didn’t care about it being fucking taboo to leave the gate last issue when you wandered off into a storm that you ALSO said was taboo!” Tiny Kitten squeaks adorably.

“lol right?” says Minako, sinking her teeth into a jelly doughnut.

Pluto dithers some more, prompting Tiny Kitten to offer to guard the Time Gate in Pluto’s stead. And, because she is Tiny Kitten, she does it in the single most adorable way possible.


But while you’d think the correct answer would be “Tiny Kitten, you are the most pure and beautiful thing in this or any other world and you will be cherished all your days”, what Pluto actually says is “Sweet, thanks!” AND FUCKS OFF





Still, she arrives in the 30th Century (Taboos One and Two broken AGAIN), to find Usagi glowing, but also sometimes maybe not glowing, and people seem worried but also not? On Black Lady’s command, Mamoru takes Usagi’s ginzuishou, but then Demande takes them both from Black Lady. Somehow everyone knows that the two crystals can’t touch or they’ll destroy time and space itself, and they tell him he can’t do that.

“FUCKING SJWS!” Demande howls as he hits the reblog button and pushes the ginzuishous ever closer.

Days of Why and How

Chapter 8

For the second time in as many nights, she wakes slowly and stretches languidly, her lips twisting into a smile when the crick in her neck she’s come to expect doesn’t come. Instead she feels well-rested and delights in the many benefits of a good night’s sleep. A slight shiver rolls down her spine when she twists ever-so-slightly and the blankets covering her tiny frame slide away from her, exposing her to the mild chill of the room.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

The voice alarms her at first, completely unexpected. She shoots up in another bed that isn’t hers, squinting into the distance to make out the figure standing on the other side of the room. She breathes a noticeable sigh of relief when her brain finally pulls away from its haze of sleep and her memories return to her.

“Expecting someone else?”

She reaches across to the nightstand and retrieves her glasses, sight returning to her. When she turns back, the blonde is sauntering over towards the bed with a large glass full of a mysterious liquid in hand.

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French Perfume Part 4

Crowley X Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: Female reader receives a package from an admirer.   She also learns about her special gifts.

Warnings: language

Catch up: French Perfume Series

“Would you like more coffee, Love?” Crowley asked lifting your empty coffee mug with a little shake.
“Yes, thank you sweetie.” You gave him an appreciative kiss.
Crowley left the library, Dean nudged Sam and made a signaling head gesture for Sam to join him in the kitchen with Crowley. Both brothers got up from the table, “Be nice, you two!” You warned knowing exactly what they were up to.
In the kitchen, Sam and Dean leaned against the counter, “So what’s your end game with (Y/N)?” Dean questioned

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Our Boys Pt. 2 (Washington x Reader x Smol!Hamilsquad)


“Can you please do a part two to the GwashxReader with the smol hamilsquad?

“I need a part 2 of the GwashxReader with the smol hamilsquad, & please let it be happy.”

285: “There’s something *we* need to tell you.”
67: “How could anyone be that cruel?”
201: “Is that what I think it is?”

Words: 7,014

A/N: (Okay, I’m gonna apologize in advance. Some people might hate me for what this part will lead up to, but I was really planning on putting this little twist into the plot of the first part-
But… I hope that you guys enjoy part two of Our Boys!)

“Alright boys. Time to head to bed.” (Name) spoke as she stood from the couch. She heard a chorus of protests from her four sons.

“But Mooom…” Alexander groaned.

“Don’t ‘but mooom’ me, Alex. You boys start school again in a month, and with your sleep schedules being as bad as they are, you need to get them back on track.”

Maman, do we really have to?” Lafayette asked, running a hand through his wild head of hair.

“Your mother’s right, boys.” George spoke as he stood, stretching his back. “No complaints.”

John looked up at his father. “But Dad-”

“Don’t make me say ‘march’ boys.” George warned.

Hercules let out a sigh of defeat. “C’ome on, guys. We know they’re right.” He stood from the couch, letting out a yawn. “Night Mom. Night Dad.” He spoke as he began to walk out of the living room.

The other boys followed in suit, bidding their parents goodnight as they past.

“Good night, sons.” George spoke, chuckling with Alexander waved tiredly in response.

(Name) leaned against her husband, smiling up at him. “Can you believe it’s almost been a year and a half since they came?”

George shook his head, wrapping an arm around (Name)’s waist. “I really can’t… It feels like they’ve been here forever.”

“I know… I love it.” (Name) laughed as she and George began to walk to their room for bed. “You know, George. Is there anything you want this year?”

The veteran chuckled, shaking his head as be pulled some sweats from his drawer. “(Name)…”

“George. It’s our 25th anniversary. I want to get you something.” The wife gently protested, going over and cupping his cheeks.

“(Name). Love.” George wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist. “You’ve given this old general all he could ever want. A wonderful home, a beautiful wife to come home to, and four great kids that we get to look after. What more do I need when I already have the perfect family?”

The wife looked at her husband with uncertainty, but sighed softly. “Fine, I won’t get you anything.”

“Good.” George agreed. “Then I’m all too happy to throw a grilling party in the backyard and invite the neighbors.” He spoke before pressing a kiss to her lips to seal the deal.

“Hey! Not fair!” (Name) laughed as she pulled away.

“It’s completely fair. I’m not giving you anything, we’re giving to our kids and our neighbors.” George refuted with a grin, going to the couple’s bathroom. “It’s a win-win for everyone.”

(Name) let out a chuckle, shaking her head. “George Washington, you are unbelievable.”

“And yet, you love me, (Name) Washington.” George answered as he came back into the room, changed into one of his old t-shirts and sweats, wrapping his arms around his wife’s waist.

“That, I certainly do.” She replied.

“Guys! Guys we gotta do something!” John exclaimed quietly as he ran back to his room from the bathroom.

“Dude, what?” Alexander groaned. “Some of us are trying to get to sleep.”

Mon frère, what has you so excited?” Lafayette yawned.

John grinned at his brothers. “Guys, Ma and Pa. Their anniversary is coming up. Their 25th anniversary.”

“Twenty-five years?” Hercules breathed. “Wow…”

“Okay. We gotta do something.” Alexander spoke, now fully awake.

Oui.” Lafayette agreed. “Question is, what.”

“No time like the present to spitball ideas.” John spoke as he climbed up onto his bunk. “Alex, take notes.”

“Dude, it’s like midnight-”


“(Name)! George!”

The couple turned from the grill to see Hercules leading Philip Schuyler and his three daughters into the spacious backyard. George chuckled and put down the burger patties and hot dogs to go meet his friend. (Name) followed closely behind him.

“Philip, I’m glad you and the girls could make it.” George spoke.

“Hey, today’s a special day for you two. You should spend it with people who care about you.” Philip chuckled, smiling at the couple.

(Name) smiled at Philip before turning to the three girls. “And how are you girls doing today?”

“We’re well, thank you!” Angelica answered.

“Congratulations, Mrs. Washington.” Eliza piped, smiling up at her French teacher.

“Yeah! Congrats!” Peggy agreed with a jump of excitement.

The woman smiled at the three girls, giving them each a hug before they went off to meet Alexander and John who were setting picnic tables.

Philip chuckled softly as he watched his daughters run off. “So, did you just invite us or is anyone else coming to join us?” He asked the Washingtons.

“Aaron Jr is coming.” (Name) answered. “His parents are away on business, but we figured this would be a nice way for him to have some company.”

The father of three nodded in understanding. “Yes, and considering how busy the Burrs can be, I suppose that’s just likely to happen. I am impressed to know that he’s so self-sufficient already.”

“Well, you don’t need us to tell you how fast they grow up.” (Name) said with a chuckle.

“Don’t I know it.” Philip sighed, shaking his head.

“Thank you so much for the food, Mr. Washington. It was really good.” Aaron spoke as he wiped his mouth with his napkin.

“Mr. Washington’s grilling is more than good!” Angelica grinned. “It’s amazing!”

George chuckled, smiling at the kids. “Thank you. I’m glad you all enjoy my grilling.”

“No one get up! We’ll get dishes!” Alexander spoke quickly as he and his brothers stood up. (Name) was about to stand as well, but Hercules stopped her.

“Let us, Mom. We got this.” He said with a grin, gathering plates.

“We’ll be right back.” Lafayette promised as he led the way back inside.

“George… Did you plan something?” (Name) asked her husband, quirking a brow.

The husband shook his head. “You knew what I was planning… I have nothing to do with this.”

“Sons. What are you gonna do with them?” Philip asked with a chuckle as Peggy scooted closer to his side.

“Nothing but be thankful.” (Name) answered, putting a hand over George’s and giving it a light squeeze. “Those boys… They’re probably the best thing that’s happened to us.”

“Agreed.” George murmured, pressing a kiss to (Name)’s head.

“I remember the day they arrived.” Philip hummed, resting a chin on his hand. “(Name), you were glowing brighter than the sun you were so happy.”

(Name) chuckled softly at the memory. “I remember that day… God we were so nervous they wouldn’t like us.”

“It certainly didn’t show.” Philip assured.

“Mrs. Washington did look kind of out of it when the boys first came to school.” Eliza piped, playing with her long dark hair.

“And boy was Mr. Washington angry when John and Lee got into it.” Aaron added.

The couple remembered each instant the kids brought up about the boys. Their first day at the school, the first family vacation, and even the first family argument. While there were some unpleasant memories mixed in with the unforgettable ones, (Name) and George wouldn’t trade any of them away,

Everyone’s attention was drawn away from  their conversations when the four brothers soon returned outside. John was carrying clean plates, Alexander was behind him carrying utensils, Hercules casually walked out while hiding something behind his back, and Lafayette had yet to reappear.

“Boys… What is this?” George asked John as he placed a plate in front of his foster father.

“Don’t you worry, Dad. You’ll see.” Alexander promised as he distributed forks.

The two parents looked at each other in confusion, curious as to what their sons were planing. When the back door opened, both (Name) and George were surprised to see Lafayette walking out with a cake on a platter.

“What in the world?” (Name) nearly laughed as her French son placed the homemade cake down on the picnic table. “Oh Laf, you didn’t have to do this.”

“We wanted to, Maman, besides, you haven’t even seen the gift.” He said with a grin, stepping to stand next to his brothers.

George quirked a brow at the four boys. “Gift?”

“Yeah.” John responded, stepping forward and handing an envelope to (Name). “Read this out loud.”

(Name) quirked a brow at John’s request, but opened the envelope. She recognized the sketch on the card as one of John’s works, and smiled at Alexander’s fancy writing. Clearing her throat, she began to read aloud.

“ ‘Dear Mom, Ma, Maman, and Dad, Pa, Papa,’ ” She read, chuckling softly as she looked up at her son’s who were smiling proudly. “ ‘Today, twenty five years ago, you two became the best partners anyone could ever ask for… You also became husband and wife.’ ” (Name) heard George chuckle next to her, then smiled as she felt a kiss being pressed to her head.

“Keep going.” Alexander urged gently.

(Name) smiled at her son and nodded. “ ‘In those twenty five years, you two have been through thick and thin, sickness and health, and a lot of other stuff that you went through before we got here.’ ” She paused, laughing. “Descriptive, Alexander.”


“Okay, okay.” (Name) replied. “ ‘About a year and a half ago, you gave the four of us a home, a home that we didn’t believe would be permanent… But we were so glad to be proven wrong. Letting us borrow your books, letting us cook with you, letting us live with you, you taking care of us, you both were the parents that we hoped for and waited so long to meet.’ ” The wife felt tears prick at her eyes as she read on.

“(Name)…” George soothed, rubbing his wife’s arm.

The foster mother chuckled, nodding to her husband that she was okay. “ ‘Which is why, on this special day, we want to give you both a gift that would mean the world to the four of us… Hercules give Dad the thing.’ What?” (Name) looked up at the four brothers who were nudging the eldest forward

Hercules made his way over to George and brought a manilla folder that had a white note taped to the front out from behind his back. Hercules gave his foster father a genuine smile as he gave the veteran the folder and stepped back to join his brothers.

George watched the boys for a moment to read the note. “ ‘Dad, if you’re reading this, you’ve gotten the thing. Anyway. We all would like to formally announce that Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, and Hercules Mulligan… No longer wish to be your foster sons. Open the folder to find out why.’ ” George’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, glancing at his wife who looked just as confused. “Boys…”

“Just open the folder!” John exclaimed, practically shaking with excitement.

Doing as his son asked, George opened the folder and pulled out its contents. His eyes scanned the white papers before they widened considerably. He quickly passed the papers to (Name), reading them over again with her.

“Mom, Dad, there’s something we need to tell you… And we hope this gets the point across.” Hercules spoke.

“What does it say?” Angelica inquired.

“Yeah! What?” Peggy mimicked.

(Name) swallowed the lump forming in her throat as tears welled in her eyes. “You boys… Want us to adopt you?” She asked softly.

Alexander nodded. “You’ve both been the best family any of us could ever ask for.”

“You’ve been patient, kind, and all around great parents.” John added.

Lafayette rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “We never really expected to find a home here with you two… But now we’re so thankful that we did.”

“We decided that all four of us want this. We want to be a real family with you two… All you have to do is sign the paperwork, if you want us, of course…” Hercules finished, his hands shoved in his pockets.

(Name) stared at her foster sons, completely shell shocked. She stood from her seat, putting down the adoption forms and walking over to the boys.

Alexander’s brows furrowed in worry when he noticed (Name)’s watery gaze. “Mom…?”

“Are you okay?” John asked, joining Alexander.

The woman let out a watery laugh as she brought all four boys into a tight embrace.

Maman?” Lafayette looked worriedly at (Name), almost frightened when he saw tears flowing from her eyes.

“George!” (Name) nearly sobbed, making the four brother’s and her husband jump at her raised voice. “Get your butt over here and help me hug our sons!”

The boys visibly relaxed at (Name)’s response, Lafayette even shed a couple tears of his own as he hugged (Name) in return. Moments later, George joined the large family hug, pressing a kiss to (Name)’s head.

“So… Is that a yes?” Alexander asked, grinning uncertainly at his foster parents.

(Name) let out a laugh, pressing a kiss to the boy’s forehead. “Of course it’s a yes.”

“Well then, now that that’s all settled. Why don’t we all dig into this cake?” Philip said with a grin, standing from his seat.

Eliza groaned, hitting the palm of her hand to her forehead. “Dad. Way to ruin the moment.”

Months had gone by, the adoption had gone through, and it was official. The boys were officially Washingtons. The family of six couldn’t be happier.

Soon, life fell back into it’s steady pace. They followed their daily routine as usual. School, home, family outings, family movie nights, and repeat. (Name) and George received congratulations from friends, as did the boys in their classes.

Upon returning home from school one day, however, the family was met with an unpleasant sight from next door.

(Name) pulled into the driveway of her home, and George quickly got out of the van to meet with the two police officers who stood at the Burr’s front door. (Name) followed close behind her husband, telling their sons to stay in the car.

“Excuse me, can I ask what’s going on here?” George asked one of the officers as he approached.

The elder of the two police officers, a man, turned to see George approaching, (Name) following close behind him. “Can I ask what your relationship to the people who live in this house are, sir?”

“We’re the Burr’s neighbors, the Washingtons.” George answered, his brows furrowing. He turned to (Name), who matched his look of worry. “What’s this about? Did something happen?”

The younger of the two, a young woman let out a tired sigh. “We’re here to see if anyone was home… We’re sorry to inform you, but Aaron Burr Sr and his wife were involved in a fatal car accident on the highway today.” She explained, her expression grave and sad.

“No… What about Aaron Jr? The Burr’s son?” (Name) asked quickly, gripping onto her husband’s arm.

“He wasn’t anywhere to be found… We assumed he was still at school.” The female officer explained. She muttered under her breath. “God, that poor kid… He’s an orphan and he doesn’t even know it…”

(Name)’s brows furrowed, looking back at the van where her sons were watching the scene. “John! Did you see Aaron before we left?” She called to him.

“Uh… Yeah. He said he was going to the library to do homework while he waited for his parents.” John called back. “Mom? Is everything okay?

(Name) turned back to her husband and the officers. “We’ve known the Burrs since they moved in, we knew Aaron Jr since he was a baby… What’s going to happen to him?”

“Does he have any other living relatives?” Asked the elder of the two officers.

George shook his head. “The only family we knew were the parents. He did have a grandfather, but he died quite some time ago.”

“Since there isn’t any other living family… He’ll go into foster care, correct?” (Name) asked.

“Correct… You seem to know a lot about this kind of thing, Mrs. Washington… Would you two happen to be foster parents?” Asked the female officer, glancing over at the four boys that waited for their parents.

“We’re registered, but those are our sons. We adopted them.” George answered, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Would you two be willing to take in Aaron?” Asked the elder officer. “I know it seems sudden, but the boy needs to be kept somewhere safe where we can easily contact him.”

“Of course… We’ve known the Burrs for a long time. Aaron’s friends with all of our sons, he’s basically family already.” (Name) spoke, wiping the tears away from her eyes.

“Thank you.” The female officer spoke, giving (Name) a sympathetic smile. “Mr. Washington, do you think you could lead us to the school where Aaron is? We’re going to have to pick him up, and it might make things easier if we’re with someone he knows.”

George nodded in understanding. “Of course.” He looked at (Name), quickly pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be home soon… Tell the boys what’s going on. They’ll be able to relate to what Burr’s going through.”

“I will… Drive safe.” (Name) murmured in response, walking with her husband back to the van.

“What’s going on? Why were their cops at the Burr house?” Hercules asked his parents as George started up the van.

“You guys listen to your mother. I’ll be back soon.” George promised as he drove off, the police car followed behind in suit.

(Name) watched her husband drive off, trying to control her raging emotions. Aaron… He was so young to go through something like that… But then again, so were her own sons.


The mother jumped at the sudden call, looking down to see Alexander holding her hands, John standing at his side, Lafayette opposite him, and Hercules standing next to her.

“What happened?” Alexander asked, his brows furrowed in concern and worry. “Why did Dad just drive off with those police?”

(Name) let out a quiet sigh, squeezing Alexander’s hands with her own. “I’ll explain everything, boys… But let’s get inside.”

“Will this suit you for now, Aaron?” (Name) asked as she smoothed down the sheet on the couch, placing the blanket next to the pillow she had already placed down.

The boy nodded silently, sniffling slightly and rubbing his red eyes. “I-I’m sorry for all the trouble, Mrs. Washington… I could just stay in my own house to save you from the inconvenience.”

“Aaron, it’s not an inconvenience at all.” (Name) insisted, moving to stand next to Aaron. “George and I have known you since you were a baby. We were always happy to help your family… And we want to help now.”

The boy gave a silent nod, going to sit on the couch. After George had brought Aaon home, he helped the boy get some of the essentials from his house. All Aaron took was a change of clothes, and his toothbrush and toothpaste. His reasoning for packing so light: “I don’t want to overstay my welcome… It’s not my place to.”

(Name) watched Aaron for a moment, going over and sitting next to the boy on the plush couch. “Aaron… You know you can talk to any of us about this.” She said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He nodded slowly, but didn’t speak.

“… The guys will be glad to talk with you about what happened… They know what you’re going through.”

“Mrs. Washington?”

(Name) raised a brow. “Yes?”

“How could anyone be that cruel?” Aaron murmured, his gaze focused on the ground.

“I’m sorry?”

“The officers said it was a hit and run, that when they hit my parents they were run off the road… The driver who hit my parents just drove on by like nothing had happened. How could they just not care that they could’ve just ended someone’s life? Two lives? Maybe a whole car for God’s sake!”

(Name) saw angry tears slip down Aaron’s cheeks. She wrapped her arms around the boy, pulling him close. “I don’t know… But Aaron, I promise you… The police will find the person who did this. They’re going to pay for what happened.”

Aaron didn’t respond, he just gripped onto (Name)’s arm tightly as he grit his teeth to keep his sobs from escaping him. She could feel his shoulders shake as he cried, but she simply rubbed his back in hopes to soothe the boy.

After what could have been an hour, (Name) noticed Aaron’s breathing had evened out to a slow and steady pace. Carefully moving off the couch, she placed the blanket over the boy and left the room, rubbing her forehead as she walked down the hall.


(Name) turned to see that her sons were still awake. Lafayette was sitting on the floor reading, Alexander was on his bed writing something down, John was leaning against Alexander as he sketched something, and Hercules was stretched out in his bed reading a magazine.

“Hey,” (Name) said with a weary smile, leaning against the door frame. “I figured you boys would probably be asleep by now.”

“Kinda hard to sleep when you know one of your friends lost his parents.” John spoke, putting down his sketch pad.

“How’s Aaron doing?” Hercules asked, sitting up.

(Name) sighed, shaking her head. “He’s angry, sad, confused… All that you would expect.” She spoke.

“I know how that feels.” Alexander muttered, putting down his pencil.

The mother sent Alexander a sympathetic smile, looking over all of her sons. “… Can you boys look out for Aaron? I know it’s a lot to ask, but he could really use support from people who know what he’s going through.”

“Of course.” Lafayette spoke.

“Aaron’s our friend… Heck, he might as well be another brother considering how much time we spend with him.” John agreed.

“We promise, Mom. We’ll help him out.” Hercules affirmed.

(Name) smiled at her boys, nodding. “Thank you.” She said, walking into the room and giving each of her sons a kiss on the forehead. “Goodnight, boys.”



Bonne nuit.”


(Name) smiled at her sons, leaving their room to join her husband. It wasn’t surprising to see George was reading one of his wife’s many books. She sighed, sitting down on the bed and catching her husband’s attention.

“How’s Aaron?”

“Asleep… George, the poor kid cried himself to sleep.” She answered sadly, feeling George wrap an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him.

“I’m sorry, love… That couldn’t have been easy.” George murmured as he pressed a kiss to his wife’s head.

“It wasn’t.” (Name) answered, leaning against her husband’s shoulder. “George… What if we just saved Aaron from going through the process of being put into the system?”

“What do you mean by that?” Inquired the veteran as he closed his book.

“I mean,” She turned to face her husband. “What if we just get the adoption papers ready? I mean, we’ll give him time to grieve, and maybe after the funeral we can ask how he would feel about being a part of our family.” She explained.

George quirked a brow at his wife, chuckling softly as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “(Name), you are a saint… But we’ll have to see what Aaron thinks about this plan. In the end, it’s all up to him what he wants to do.”

(Name) nodded, smiling up at her husband. “I talked with the boys. They said they would help look out for Aaron.”

“Good… Alexander will probably be able to relate most, but having the four of them there to help Aaron through this will be good for them.” George spoke, gently taking (Name)’s hand into his. “We’ll help him get through this, (Name)… Aaron and Esther would want that.”

The wife gave her husband a sad smile, nodding in agreement. “I know.” She murmured quietly, bringing her husband’s hand to her lips and kissing his wedding ring. “I love you, George.”

“I love you too.”

“You want to what?”

(Name) and George sat at the dining room table across from Aaron, the white adoption form sitting in front of the boy.

The funeral was earlier that day. Many friends came to offer their condolences, Aaron was quiet throughout the entire service, aside from thanking Philip Schuyler for paying for the whole ordeal. Upon returning from the cemetery, the Washingtons had sent their sons to the Schuyler residence so they could speak with Aaron privately.

“We want to offer you a place here, Aaron. As a family.” (Name) explained.

“Mrs. Washington, I really don’t want to burden you and your husband more than I have already.” Aaron spoke quickly.

“It isn’t a burden if we’re asking, Aaron.” George explained carefully.

The boy shook his head. “I can’t accept. Mr. Schuyler already paid for the funeral service, I can’t impose-”

“You aren’t imposing.” (Name) said, almost sternly. “Aaron, you never imposed on us whenever you were younger. We were all too happy to help out your parents when they needed someone to watch you.”

“You shouldn’t feel obligated to look after someone else’s kid.” Aaron muttered.

(Name) opened her mouth to respond, but George squeezed her hand and stopped her. She looked over at her husband, but let out a sigh. “Aaron… Think about it, please.” She said to the boy, sending a smile his way.

Aaron nodded slowly, standing from the table and taking the adoption form with him as he left to return to the living room.

The woman sighed, dropping her head. “If that boy inherited something from his father, it was certainly his stubbornness. And I say that in complete admiration.”

“And his mother’s genius mind.” George agreed, rubbing his wife’s back. “Don’t worry… We said we would give him time. We’re going to give him time.”

(Name) nodded. “Well, the boys should be back from the Schuyler’s soon. I can get started on dinner if you do laundry.”

George pressed a kiss to his wife’s head. “I think I can do that. Have John and Herc been keeping up with it?”

“From the last time I saw. They might not have emptied the dryer though.” (Name) answered as she stood and walked to the kitchen.

The veteran nodded in understanding as he stood. “Alright. Call me if you need something.”

“I’ll be sure to.” (Name) answered, leaning back and pressing a kiss to her husband’s cheek. “Love you.”

“Love you back.” He replied before walking away from his wife.

With that, (Name) began to fix something that she knew would brighten everyone’s moods. Her famous spaghetti. The boys always enjoyed it, George could live off it as he had claimed, so she had hoped that Aaron would enjoy it.

As she cooked, (Name) heard the door open, signaling that the boys were back from visiting the Schuyler’s. She could vaguely hear their conversations, but she kept her attention to cooking the ground beef. She moved to pull a flat strainer and a bowl to train the grease from the beef. Carefully she began to pour the boiling grease into the bowl.

“Is that what I think it is? That they’re fulfilling some stupid obligation?”

Alexander? (Name)’s brows furrowed in confusion, was it her or did Alexander sound irritated?

“They’re taking care of you because they want to. They see you as family for God’s sake, so do we!”

John? For what reason did he have to raise his voice?

Mon ami, excuse me while I say this, but vous êtes un imbécile.

Lafayette too? Something had to have set off the sweet French kid to get him to call someone a fool.

There was quite for a moment before (Name) heard an explosive yell.

“How much of an inconsiderate jackass are you!?” Hercules bellowed.

The yell caused (Name)’s grip to slip and some of the hot grease she was pouring to splash onto her hand and arm. The woman let out a curse as she put the skillet down on the stove. She heard yelling continue and tried to move as quickly as she could, but her husband’s voice was quick to silence the arguing.

“What is the meaning of this!?” George questioned sternly, the volume of his voice louder than usual.

(Name) moved to stand next to her husband, seeing that Hercules was standing over Aaron, the oldest of her sons looking rather angry.

“What happened?” (Name) asked, shaking her burned hand to get rid of the sting.

“Burr doesn’t realizing how good he’s had it until now.” Hercules answered, his hands clenched into fists.

Aaron glared at the older teen. “You know what Mulligan?”

“No! Obviously I don’t!” Hercules yelled. His voice caused Aaron to flinch, and tempted George to step in and intervene, but (Name) stopped her husband. “I didn’t get to grow up in a nice house with my parents for most of my childhood! I didn’t get to enjoy a home cooked meal every single day!” Hercules ranted, moving forward to grab Aaron, but was held back by his brothers.

“Herc! Chill!” John exclaimed.

However, Hercules continued. “We didn’t get holidays, we didn’t get nice rooms to sleep in, sometimes we didn’t even get enough for all of us to eat!”

(Name) listened to Hercules rant on, feeling her chest tighten as he listed off how bad he and his brothers had it. She knew that there were some foster families that just had no business being in the system, and the mere thought of her boys living in those conditions scared the life out of her.

“So yeah, getting through loss is rough, we all know that, but you are outright getting an offer to stay with probably one of the best families there is!” He paused, exhaling before speaking at a normal volume. “But don’t throw away your shot at being happy with a great family who already sees who as a member of it.”

(Name) could tell that Hercules was calming down, so she moved to stand next to her oldest son, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Hercules… Come help me in the kitchen.” She told him softly before leading him away from the younger boys.

Upon passing George, (Name) gave her husband a patient smile, giving his hand a squeeze before heading into the kitchen with Hercules.

“Now, you wanna tell me what that was about?” (Name) asked as she turned on the cold water to cool down her burn.

Hercules huffed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Aaron… We came in from visiting the girls and he asked if we thought you and Dad offered to adopt him because you thought you had to. Like it was your ‘obligatory duty to his parents’ or something.”

“And?” (Name) questioned, looking over her shoulder.

“We… Might have gotten a little angry.” Hercules answered.

“I could tell, seeing as it takes a lot to make Laf call someone a fool.” (Name) chuckled, turning off the water and turning to Hercules. She could tell that he was starting to feel guilty about yelling at Aaron.

“I’m sorry I kinda of lost it like that, Mom.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

(Name) walked over and stood next to her son, leaning against the counter with him. “I would have expected the loosing of the temper being John… But I can understand why you blew up like that.”

“He just doesn’t get how good he has it, Mom. We waited years, years to find you and Dad, and he’s getting an offer just like that so he doesn’t even have to go through the system.” Hercules let out a dry laugh. “And he just thinks it’s some obligation you and Dad are trying to fill.”

The woman sighed, nodding in agreement. “I know… I wish he could see differently. Aaron, the girls, your father and I have known them all since they were born, and we were more than happy to take care of them whenever their parents needed us too… Now that Aaron’s parents are gone, George and I want to ensure he’s taken care of, and that he’ll be happy.” She moved an arm and wrapped it around Hercules’ broad shoulders. “That sound familiar to you?”

She heard Hercules huff a laugh. “Yeah… I’m sorry, Mom.”

“I know.” She replied, giving her son’s shoulder a squeeze. “You will have to apologize to Aaron before dinner.”

He nodded. “Yeah… Figured.”

(Name) gave her son a smile. “Well, now that you’re here and seeing that your yelling managed to get me to burn my hand, you’re gonna help me finish dinner.”

“You sure you don’t want Laf to help with that?” He asked.

“Hercules, you’re a sophomore, you need to know how to make spaghetti.” (Name) laughed as she led her son to the stove.

“Um… Mrs. Washington? Hercules?”

The two turned from the stove to see Aaron standing in the doorway with George standing behind him.

“Everything okay?” (Name) asked as she turned to face the two.

Aaron met the woman’s gaze and began speaking. “I want to apologize for what I said… I really am lucky to have people so ready to take me in… So, if the offer is still on the table, I would like to take you up on it.” He looked over at Hercules, then averted his gaze. “If you’ll accept me…”

(Name) looked over at Hercules, looking baffled at the question. She gently nudged her son forward with her arm, smiling as he went forward to speak.

“There wasn’t ever going to be the question if we were gonna accept you or not. It depended on when you were gonna accept.” Hercules spoke, offering a small smile to the younger teen. “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have blown up like that.”

“You had reason to.” Aaron replied. “But, it’s okay.” He held a hand out to Hercules, returning the smile. “Shall we put this behind us?”

“Put what behind us?” Hercules inquired with a grin playing his lips as he shook Aaron’s outstretched hand.

(Name) smiled as she watched the scene unfold in front of her, moving to look at her husband who stepped around the boys. George walked over to his wife, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “So, shall I give Nicole a call?”

“After dinner. We’re also gonna have to think about renovating that spare room next to my office.” (Name) said, smiling up at her husband.


Ma famille! Dinner’s ready!”

(Name) looked up from grading French exams and let out a sigh of relief. She stood from her chair, chuckling softly at the sound of running feet rushing to the kitchen and a chorus of exclamations from the dining room. She heard a sigh, looking over at Aaron who was returning a couple of her books.

“Honestly, they act like they’ll never eat again.” He muttered, looking over at (Name). “But seeing as it’s Lafayette’s cooking, I can understand the excitement.”

“You and the rest of the family.” (Name) spoke, putting a hand on Aaron’s shoulder to walk with him into the hall. “You’ve gotten taller… Christ, I’m gonna be the shortest person in the house soon.”

“Not entirely. John and Alexander are still your height.” Aaron answered, a small smile playing his lips

The woman let out a laugh. “Don’t say that to their faces.”

It was still hard to believe that her boys were all growing up. Hercules was a senior and waiting to hear back from colleges, John and Aaron were sophomores, Lafayette and Alexander had even managed to get their grades high enough and show enough promise to skip a grade and move up with John and Aaron into the sophomore class.

Upon entering the dining room, Lafayette stood leaning against the counter while John and Alexander moved quickly past each other with plates and utensils. (Name) chuckled at her boys, remembering that they were still like the boys that had first moved in with her and her husband. Except now, Lafayette’s face had begun to grow scruff that he kept trimmed, his wild head of hair usually kept back in a ponytail. John’s hair had also grown out, and he tended to keep it out of his face by tying it up in a ponytail, Alexander was the same way as his black hair grew out to his shoulders.

She certainly was glad that the school didn’t have strict rules for the high school students when it came to appearances.

“You wouldn’t be rushing if someone had put down what they were doing to help me.” Lafayette sighed, watching as John and Alexander set seven places.

“I was writing a paper!”

“I was organizing a portfolio!”

(Name) chuckled at her sons, looking into the living room. “Is your father still outside?” She called to the teens.

Oui, Hercules just went to get him.” Lafayette answered.

(Name) sighed. “I swear if he gets himself sick…”

The front door opened and the father of the house came inside with the eldest son, both bundled up with thick jackets.

“Driveway isn’t going to clear itself, love.” George told (Name) as he unzipped his coat and took it off. “Besides, someone had to get the mail.”

(Name)’s expression changed to one of surprise. “Did it come?”

Hercules smiled nervously, holding an envelope. “Right here… Columbia University.”

“Hurry up and open the thing!” Alexander exclaimed, grinning at his older brother.

Hercules nodded, turning the envelope in his hands and tearing it open. He pulled out the letter, inhaling sharply as he unfolded the paper. The rest of the family waited in the strained silence, all hoping for the best.

“… Well?” John asked.

Hercules’ eyes flicked from the letter to his family, his nervous smile melting away into an excited grin. “I got in.”

And thus the cheering and celebrating insued. (Name) and George gave their son a hug of congratulations. Hercules took the congratulatory high-fives, fits bumps, and noogies from all of his brothers, which (Name) was glad to see now included Aaron.

“Alright, this calls for a picture.” (Name) spoke as she went to her office to get her phone.

“Aw Mom, really?” Hercules groaned, a smile still brightening his face.

“Yes really!” She called back, grabbing the device and returning to the kitchen.

George chuckled, corralling all the boys in front. “Indulge her, boys.”

(Name) smiled at the screen, watching as Lafayette and Alex stood on Hercules’ left, while John and Aaron were on his right. She took the picture, looking over her shoulder at George who watched. She pressed a kiss to her husband’s cheek before setting her phone down. “Alright. Laf, you and I serve. The rest of you guys take your seats.”

Walking over to join Lafaytte, (Name) sighed to see that her growing Frenchman was just a few inches over her. “You boys are growing up.” She muttered with a smile on her face.

“And we’ve had the best parents to help us do that, Maman.” Lafayette chuckled, picking up the platter of Sole Meunière and pressing a kiss to his mother’s temple. (Name) followed in suit with the rest of the meal, helping dish out and serve the rest of her family.

Once everyone was served, (Name) took her regular seat at the table. Looking to her right, she smiled at her oldest son who sat next to her. “I’m really proud of you, Hercules.” She told her oldest son, moving a hand to his shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

“Thanks, Mom… I owe this to you and Dad… And the guys of course.” He laughed, nudging Alexander next to him.

“Well, you did need someone to tell you to quit looking at girls and start looking at colleges.” Alexander said matter-of-factly as he sipped at his drink.

(Name) chuckled. She looked over at John who suddenly stood, holding his cup.

“Alright, alright. I say that we raise a glass.” He said with a grin, despite his brothers groaning.

“John, oh my God.” Alexander laughed.

Mon frère, tais-toi.” Lafayette advised from next to John, a grin present on his face..

“The food is on the table, can we just eat it?” Aaron agreed, shaking his head as quiet laughter bubbled from him.

John mocked hurt by putting a hand to his chest. “I am utterly shocked that my fellow brothers are refusing to raise a glass to our oldest brother.”

“John…” Hercules couldn’t help but laugh as he hid his face in his hand.

(Name) couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. “Let’s just go ahead.” She spoke, picking up her own glass. “It isn’t everyday that a young man gets accepted to the University of Columbia.”

“Agreed.” George spoke from the other side of the table as he picked up his cup. The boys followed in suit.

John cleared his throat. “To Hercules, he’s made a lot a choices, some haven’t been the best,”

“Hey.” Hercules warned.

“But he’s taking a big step that soon enough we’re gonna be taking as well. So, to us, to family, and to the future!” John cheered.

“Here here.” (Name) affirmed, smiling as she raised her glass, the rest of the family following in suit.

Dinner went on as usual. (Name) and George told the boys to go to the living room to pick a movie for a celebratory movie night while the parents cleaned up. With little to no protests, the teens left for the living room, leaving the husband and wife to gather dishes.

As George picked up his glass and plate, (Name) nudge his side to get his attention. “To our boys,” She spoke, raising the remainder of her drink. “And to the hopes that their futures become all that they want to be.”

George chuckled at his wife, gently clinking his glass with hers. “To that and more so.” He agreed, leaning forward and pressing his lips to (Name)’s. As he pulled away, he smiled at her. “I love you, and our sons.”

“I love you too.” (Name) answered, putting her dishes in the sink and listening to the movie debate in the living room. “And I love them… All of our boys.”

sarahwhite32  asked:

Not sure if i asked before but do u know any kid fics where the kids bring draco and harry together

Younger Canon Children

Time Heals All Wounds (playout, 18k): Astoria dies in childbirth, and Harry is the Healer assigned to her case. He takes it upon himself to help Draco tend to his infant son, and they slowly grow closer. [Scorpius] 

The Little Marauders Nursery and Day Care (digthewriter, 10k): Harry runs a daycare program, and sees Draco coming in with Scorpius every day. He’s totally smitten, and finally gathers the nerve to ask Draco out. [Scorpius]  

Black Coffee on a Lonely Night (Femme, 22k): In this nonmagical AU, Draco quits his job as a professional Cricket player and takes care of Scorpius after Astoria dies. He ends up buying a café (mostly to piss off his dad), and meets Harry, a hot politician who makes him unaccountably flustered. [Scorpius] 

Un Noël Très Parisien (Femme & noeon, 14k): Draco’s a successful businessman and living in France, and runs into Harry while they’re at the French Ministry for work. [Scorpius]

“Merlin, FINE. You can be Harry Potter for Halloween.” (606, 3k): Draco and Scorpius go trick or treating, and Scorpius insists upon dressing up as Harry Potter. Draco is most surprised when they run into Harry and Teddy at a convenience store. Scorpius is so adorable here! [Scorpius, Teddy] 

Muggle Beasts and Where to Find Them (ashindk, 8k): Harry’s raising Teddy on his own, and takes him to the London Zoo one afternoon, where they run into Scorpius. They spend the rest of the day with Draco and Scorpius, and Harry can’t help being impressed by how much Draco has matured. [Scorpius, Teddy] 

‘Twas Brillig (Queenie_Mab, 74k): This fic is amazing. It starts with Harry coming out, getting an amicable divorce from Ginny (I love that she isn’t vilified here- they still love each other, just not romantically), and finding himself irrevocably drawn to a sexy, confident Draco. Harry also helps Al (Alice here) with her own journey as they read Alice in Wonderland together and Harry comes to accept that she’s trans. [Al, James, Lily, Scorpius]  

Number Seven (Sara Holmes, 265k): Harry’s an Auror, and when he stumbles across a drunk Draco swimming in a fountain, he has to arrest him. Of course Harry becomes re-obsessed with Draco, and learns that he’s been working as a prostitute and has a child. Harry ends up having Draco and Scorpius stay with him as he tries to solve a case that somehow involves Draco. The kids are super cute, and watching Harry and Draco settle into a comfortable routine together is lovely. [Al, James, Lily, Scorpius] 

The Sun Will Come Out (momatu, 37k): Fed up with everyone’s prejudice against Death Eaters negatively affecting Scorpius, Draco decides to move to another country, where Scorpius can have more opportunities. When Harry hears about this, he decides to help and ends up becoming Scorpius’ tutor. [Scorpius]  

Unhook the Stars (jad, 72k): Okay, so this is mostly an incredibly sexy, smutty bdsm fic, but as he starts to mature, Draco does begin to take his responsibilities as a father more seriously, so you see him starting to bond with Scorpius. [Scorpius] 

Older Canon Children 

Pocket Full of Starlight (Never Let it Fade Away) (Femme & noeon, 46k): It’s based on the Parent Trap, so Scorpius & James are identical twins who have been raised separately and have no knowledge of each other. They meet, discover the truth, and then start plotting to reunite their dads. It’s beyond adorable and made me very emotional. [James, Scorpius] 

The Trials of a Malfoy Manchild (Nattish, 18.5k): Although Draco hasn’t been a strong presence in Scorpius’ life thus far, he suddenly finds himself with full custody of a sullen, feisty Scorpius, and with no idea how to be a father. The fact that Scorpius’ teacher happens to be Harry Potter certainly doesn’t help matters. [Scorpius, Al, James, Lily]  

The Strongest Affinity (@eidheann, 18k): Scorpius is about to start his first year at Hogwarts, so Draco brings him to Ollivander’s to get his wand. Little does he know that (a very fit) Harry has taken over the business, and that Harry’s determined to find the perfect match for Scorpius. [Scorpius, Teddy]

Normal is the Watchword (lamerezouille, 30k): Jamie was raised by Harry, and is just starting his first year at Hogwarts. His magic keeps going wild in Professor Malfoy’s classroom, and he doesn’t understand why this might be, nor does he know why Professor Malfoy and his dad act so weirdly around each other. This is told from Jamie’s perspective, and it’s ridiculously cute. [James] 

How I Met Your Father (dracogotgame, 95.5k): Harry and Draco are married, and Harry decides to tell their children the very long, very tangential story of how he and Draco came to be together. It’s based on How I Met Your Mother, so the characterizations are a little different than usual, but it’s still a fun read. [Al, James, Lily, Scorpius] 

The Slytherin Gryffindor (Cheryl Dyson, 40.5k): After their children run into each other in Flourish and Blotts, a mischievous Draco worms his way back into Harry’s life and helps him through his divorce. There’s also a companion fic that follows Scorpius and Albus’ relationship during the same time period (The Slytherin Hufflepuff). [Al, James, Lily, Scorpius] 

His Lucky Day (Alisanne, 9k): Albus and Scorpius are dating, and they’ve decided to finally tell their parents about it. Albus and Harry head over to the Manor for a weekend visit, and Scorpius takes it upon himself to lock Harry and Draco up in a room together until they get along. To his surprise, they end up getting along much better than anticipated. [Al, Scorpius]

 Just Teddy

Where Your Heart is Set (hazel_wand, 13k): When Draco gets back from his eighth year at Hogwarts, he’s surprised to discover that his mother has reunited with Andromeda and is on friendly terms with Harry. Draco, Harry, Narcissa, and Andromeda work together to be a family for Teddy, and it’s incredibly beautiful (and made me cry happy tears).

It Was We Who Were the Cliché (But We Carried on Anyway) (ignatiustrout, 31k): Although Harry and Draco are both involved in Teddy’s life, they’ve managed to avoid each other for five years. But when Andromeda and Narcissa go off on a three week vacation and leave Teddy with Draco, Harry gets so affronted that he wasn’t trusted with Teddy’s care that he storms over to the Manor to shout at Draco, thereby reigniting their obsession with each other.

The Stars Above Us (606 & create_serenity, 19k): Harry takes Teddy to a Muggle observatory, and is shocked to find Draco working there. Teddy ends up joining an Astronomy Club that’s run by Draco, thus forcing Harry to watch him being really sweet and patient with children every week (the nerve!). 

A Second Chance at First Love (taradiane, 28k): Harry’s Teddy’s guardian, and when Teddy falls sick, he rushes him to St. Mungo’s. Draco’s his healer, and they find themselves reminiscing on what could have been and what still might be.  

The Ties That Bind (phoenix_writing, 61k): After Andromeda dies, Harry and Draco are given joint custody of Teddy. They live together in Grimmauld Place and have to learn how to raise a child together and interact without mauling each other.

OC Kids 

Brevem Conspectum (lauren3210, 12k): Harry trips a curse and ends up in an alternate world in which he’s married to Draco and they have an adorable daughter together. 

Secrets (Vorabiza, 411k): Draco arrives at the Dursley’s to beg Harry to watch after his daughter, Victoria. Although they’re both pulled into an epic battle against Voldemort, they still make parenting Victoria a priority, and become the cutest family together.

Nerd. [Part 2.]

Summary: Luke is a pretentious Jock and you are a nerd.

Rated: PG-13

Word Count: 1412

{Part One.}

High school was like a punch in the face, well quite literally now that I thought about it.

I was currently holding an Ice pack to my cheek to my cheek where a girl punched me in the face over Volleyball, I was, of course, horrible at any kind of Physical strength, while basically every other girl practically did circles around me.

“Okay the swelling should go down as you day goes on, and I convinced the coach to just let you watch the guys gym practice as you do your french homework.” I smile broke across my lips as I smiled widely, I grimaced when a stinging pain went down the side of my face, I probably shouldn’t smile.

“Thanks, Shelly.” I stood up quickly engulfing Shelly, the school nurse, into a hug.

“Better get to class before I get arrested.” She joked motioning to the hug, of course, hugging or making any kind of contact with the school board or anyone that was involved with the school was Illegal.

I giggled lightly, happily walking towards my Chemistry class which was easy, I entered class maybe a few seconds late, “Oh Y/L/N” I was waiting for Mr.Carver to bring up the bruise but he didn’t.

“I’m transferring you over to my Senior advanced class, in Mrs.Tracy’s room.” My mouth opened in shock, what… why? “You see, you’re a little bit higher in academics then this class, so I saw it best fitting for more opportunities your life if that’s okay with you?” I could feel the stares of some of my freshmen peers, I blush crept up my neck embarrassingly.

“Uh yeah that’s fine”, I nodded stiffly.


I knocked on the door of Mrs.Tracy’s Senior advanced Chemistry class, this should be good.

“Miss Y/L/N, I was informed you were joining my class, I hope to see you doing well in this class.” She smiled shaking my hand, chalk still stuck to her hand from previously writing on the board.

“Uh You can have a seat next to Mr.Lennoard over in the left-” The teacher was cut off by a male strong voice, that I found familiar making chills run down the back of my neck.

“She can sit next to me.” I looked up from my black combat boots seeing those blue eyes, as dark as the sea.

“Alright, you can have a seat next to Mr.Hemmings.” Mrs.Tracy seemed agitated with him, And I didn’t understand why.

I walked to the back, of course, he picks the back..

He pulled out the seat for me, which surprised me, but I gently took a seat, and I quickly realized why he had been gentle men for 1.0 seconds, Luke pulled my chair right next to his, not bothered by my body weight.

“What are you doing in Senior Chemistry Nerd?” He asked, probably not even knowing my name.

“Uh, my teacher wanted me to.” I bit my lip, leaning away from him when his hot breath fanned by neck unconsciously.

He didn’t respond, I caught myself staring at his scattered stubble across his jawline as he twirled a black ink pen in his right hand as he started at the clock above the chalkboard.

I shook my head trying to get him out of my head, as I tried my best to listen to my teacher all the way from the back of the class.

“Well, it looks like you’ll be doing my Chemistry and History Homework.” He grinned not looking at me, I felt anger boil through my veins, he was being a plain jackass now.

“No, go screw yourself.” I hissed hiding my face between my folder avoiding his intense gaze.

“Oh, sweetheart don’t test my patience now.” His voice was graveling and my heart stumbled at the nickname ‘Sweetheart’ that just rolled off his tongue so easily, making me feel these undesirable feelings, do I listen to him?

I turned towards Hemmings and saw his folder in neat cursive I was certain didn’t belong to him saying “Luke Hemmings.” but the paper underneath shown fast drawn handwriting that was hardly recognizable as the English language.

Luke, it fit him.

He was busy typing on his new iPhone, but his gaze was hard as someone was texting him back, I looked up just in time to see Mrs.Tracy looking around the room for someone to answer the question her gaze nearly landing on the handsome bully who demanded  I do his homework.

I kicked his shin harshly he dropped his phone hissing out in pain his eyes looking at me in pure anger, icy with rage and confusion, I was certain I looked like a moron staring back at him with wide doe-like eyes hoping he didn’t punch me right then and there.

“Miss Y/L/N? since you’ve gained the focus of the entire class will you be happy to answer the equation?” I winced looking at the board seeing it was a complicated one that usually took me a VERY long time.

“Yes, Ma'am.” I got up shakily feeling Luke’s gaze on the back of my head, but it wasn’t an infuriating gaze of anger, I couldn’t tell how he felt about my recent risk of action.

My head spun in bewilderment, why the hell did I save his ass from getting his phone taken away the rest of the day? he had been nothing but an asshole to me but yet I had done something to benefit him, not me.

I bit my lip in embarrassment the thoughts clouding over my vision so much I had realized I had been not even close to finishing the equation.

“Not even close Miss Y/L/N.” Mrs.Tracy’s neat eyebrows looked at me in defeat, and I began to question if even going to senior Chemistry was worth it.


I sighed dragging my hands down my wet face from recently washing my face off, trying to get him out of my mind.

Decidedly I picked up my messenger bag in Dismay, emotions overflowing from me like an overflowing sink, I pulled out my phone seeing I still had Lunch and French,

on my lock screen was my dream college, Florida University, a long way from Australia, but I so Badly wanted away from Australia as I focused my attention on a stupid dream I couldn’t afford.

I didn’t notice the blonde haired boy at my right when I exited the girl’s bathroom thinking of the cool sea touching my feet, I was suddenly pinned to the cold block wall, and staring stormy eyes, his eyebrows arched together.

“Why did you do that?” He asked it was now my turn to be confused, his one large hand holding my two hands above my head and his other hand on my hip.

“D-Do what?” I stuttered playing stupid obviously knowing he was talking about the cellphone incident, my lips pursed as I tried to keep the lie convincing.

“Don’t tell me white lies, Nerd.” not forgetting to add my favorite nickname of 2016.

“I’m not.” I turned my head away from his gaze, staring at an empty classroom and seeing the whole hallway was empty and everyone else had already gotten to lunch safely.

“You’re face says otherwise.” He leaned in closer, his grip on my wrists tightening, but not enough to bruise.

I hissed in pain and attempted to recoil from his touch, his fingertips on my hips making me feel nervous but they never moved.

“Okay! I’m sorry I saved your ass.” I scowled at Luke, wondering how he even got me in this position so quickly.

“I don’t need your help, All you have to do is my homework, understood?” He leaned in closer to a point where my nose was only an inch away from his own, and if I tried to turn my head even the slightest we would be kissing.

I closed my eyes to avoid his cerulean blue eyes that haunted my thoughts perpetually, half expecting him to kiss me then and there, but he backed away, my arms falling to my sides, My eyelids shot open, to see him no longer standing in front of me but walking down the hallway with determination to get somewhere.

His words now just merely echoed in my mind, All I was to him was his little computer to get all his grades completed perfectly, well if he thought I would do that, he was dead wrong.

Submit some smut idea’s to me please.

{part three}

My Midgard Life (7/14) [Ft. Reader x Thor]

Summary: After being injured during a battle Thor ends up on a beach shore in Midgard, having lost all but some of his memory. Thor sees a woman standing not far from him looking at him with wide eyes, he asks for help. The woman snapping out of her daze rushes to help him, taking him to her home she’s able to patch him up. The next morning she’s met with Thor making her breakfast, thinking that he was just thanking her with this gesture. However that is not the only reason Thor’s making her breakfast, it would seem that at some point during the night Thor came to a surprising conclusion. What will happen when Thor regains his memory?…

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“Your Highness,” a distant voice was heard.

Thor shifted in his sleep pulling his arms tighter around his torso.

“Your Highness,” the voice grew louder.

Thor shut his eyes tightly, hoping to remain asleep despite hearing someone’s voice.

“Your Highness!”

Thor’s eyes shot open and he went to sit up only to be stopped by something on his chest. Thor lifted his head from the pillow and saw you sleeping soundly on his chest. He smiled fondly at you and moved one of his arms that was wrapped around your back to gently stroke your head. You made a face in your sleep upon feeling Thor’s hand on your head and snuggled your face further into Thor’s chest.

“Your Highness.” The voice said.

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Secret Sketchbook

Saw this idea on @rilayaaus and sorta went for it. This is my first shot at fanfiction so don’t judge too harshly haha.

Maya’s POV

The golden rays of sunshine poured through the bay window as Riley and I lay on her bed. She was still sleeping but I had been awake for a few minutes and didn’t want to wake her up as she looked really cute when she slept. I slowly got out of the bed and went to my backpack to grab my sketchbook. I walked over to the bay window, sat down, and attempted to draw Riley and the way the light was hitting her. The pose she was in instantly reminded me of the “paint me like one of your French girls” scene in Titanic and made me let out a slight giggle. It probably wasn’t the best thing to think of when looking at my best friend but I couldn’t help it. Riley had been there for me when no one else was. She understood me and my pessimistic outlook on most things and pushed me to be a better person everyday. Not to mention, she was drop dead gorgeous. How could I not end up falling in love with her? I wasn’t stupid though, I knew we would never end up together. She fell for a new boy every year or so and it always became the main topic of conversation between us. I was pretty positive Riley would never fall for a girl, especially not me. Of course, she could never find out about these feelings, they could ruin our friendship and that was not something I was willing to put in jeopardy. I’d just stick to drawing her in my sketchbook and being her best friend.

Riley shifted around to the other side of her pillow. I noticed I was spending more time looking at her than actually drawing, I had basically just drawn her face with the gold lighting and that was it. She moved her hand around on my side of the bed and slowly sat up, apparently noticing my absence. I quickly shoved the sketchbook back into my backpack.

“Peaches, what are you doing over there?” She asked, still sleepy.

“Oh I just didn’t want to wake you up, figured I’d sit here and think for a bit.”

“Think? About what?” She was intrigued now.

“Ya know, just life. Sunshine, school, what great friends I have.” I looked at her smiling and she smiled back happily.

“Well if I know you like I do,” she said, “you were probably drawing, am I right?”

“Ah you got me.” We both giggled.

“How come you never let me see your sketchbooks?” She asked curiously. Well…how was I supposed to answer that? Was I supposed to be completely honest and say “because they’re all full of you” ?

“I don’t know, I guess I just never thought about it. You probably wouldn’t like most of the sketches anyway. My paintings are a lot better.”

“Of course I’d like them! You know I would! Come on let me see.”

“Riles, I don’t know if that’s the best id-” Riley reached into the backpack and grabbed the sketchbook before I could stop her. “Riley please, this is just going to make things awkward.”

“Why? Are you hiding something from me?” Before I had the chance to answer Riley was flipping through the pages of the book. Her face was pleasantly surprised at first when she saw the first few drawings of her but as she kept flipping it was obvious she became embarrassed.

“Maya this whole book is of me. Why?” I felt my face heat up. I looked down at my feet. Should I tell her? No, I can’t do that. It would be selfish, the friendship is more important than my stupid romantic feelings.

“Because you’re always available to draw and it’s good practice.” Riley raised an eyebrow. I knew she didn’t buy it.

“Maya, what’s going on?” She gave me the Riley look and I knew there was no more keeping it from her, she was onto me.

“Look Riles, I didn’t ever want you to know this because I know that probably nothing will come out of it and I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship, but I think I’ve kept this too long from you and it’s time to just say it.” I paused, taking a deep breath, and continued. “I’m in love with you. All those years you fell for all of those guys, I always thought I felt sad because it left me a little lonely but now I realize that it’s because I didn’t want anyone else to be with you. You’ve been there for me when not even my own family was. You’re the best person on the entire planet in my opinion and I’m completely and unconditionally in love with you. I understand if you don’t want to be around me any more because of this, I know it’s awk-”

Riley shut me up by grabbing my face and pulling it quickly towards hers. Our lips met and I could feel my head spinning out of control. Her lips were so soft and comforting, I had never felt anything this good. We started breathing in perfect rhythm with each other, alternating breaths. I grabbed Riley’s waist with my arms and pulled her closer. Just when I thought I was going to pass out from excitement, confusion, and lack of oxygen we slowly pulled apart. I looked into her eyes, confused.

“Wait…y-you like me?” I managed to stutter out.

“Of course I like you, Peaches. I’ve had feelings for a while too but I didn’t want to ruin us.”

I smiled harder than I ever had in my life. I reached and took her hand gently. “I don’t think anything could ruin us.” We both smiled and this time I pulled her in for a kiss that was even better than the last.

“Oh by the way, I really liked your sketchbook.” She said, smirking.

“You’re such a goof…” I grabbed her and we kissed until we heard Topanga yell at us from the kitchen saying we were going to be late for school. We both laughed and smiled at each other.

“Well…at least today will be fun.” I said to Riley. She blushed and we continued to get ready for school, but we both knew we wouldn’t be able to focus for one second that day.

Step Two: Avoid the Problem

Surprise! Here it is, the much awaited (sort of) follow up to Step One: Admit You Have a Problem, better known as the Best Friend’s Sibling AU! If you haven’t read that one yet, I highly suggest that you do as this takes place in the same ‘verse and only a few days after. (Also, I have no idea who made that beach manip of Stephen and Emily. If someone does please let me know so I can contact them and give them proper credit.) Okay, that’s enough rambling on my part. Enjoy!

Step One: Admit You Have a Problem

Step Two: Avoid the Problem

Three days.

That’s how long Felicity successfully avoids being alone with Oliver. On more than one occasion they had been left in a room together, only for her to quickly make some sort of half-assed excuse and get the hell out of dodge. They were terrible excuses, really, and if Oliver’s knowing smirks were anything to go by he wasn’t buying anything she was selling. Luckily, he seemed to be genuine in his request for her to think things over.

And think she did. Their kiss on the beach, more like make out session if Felicity is being honest with herself, is all that she has been able to think about. It stained her thoughts like permanent ink, bold and impossible to erase, with no stark white corrector fluid to cover up her mistake. It’s a shame there is no backspace key in life. But even if there was, would she use it now?

“What’s on your mind, Le Penseur? That’s the French, for ‘The Thinker’, as in Rodin’s sculpture.”

“Thank you for that impromptu lesson in art history, Thea.”

Her friend rolls her eyes as she lies down on the pool chair beside Felicity, pushing the blonde over with her body in order to make room.

“Gotta practice for my class trip next semester. Now seriously, what’s on your mind? You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet these past few days and it’s honestly starting to freak me out a little.”

Cheering from the beach just a few yards away draws Felicity’s attention. A couple of beach volleyball courts were set up earlier for guests of the Merlyn-Queen Fourth of July cookout to enjoy and the boys wasted no time in starting a tournament once the twenty-something crowd arrived. Oliver and Tommy currently stand on one side of the net, the infamous Lance sisters on the other. The ball is served and Felicity can’t help the way her eyes lock onto Oliver’s tanned and muscular form as he dives for it. Even from her spot on the pool deck she can make out the definition in his arms and back, left bare due to the extreme summer heat. The sight alone causes warmth to pool in her belly and Felicity quickly glances away, a faint blush on her cheeks.

“Oh gross. You were totally just checking Ollie out.”

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anonymous asked:

I am Gency trash. I admit it 100%. I had an idea for a otp prompt for u. What if Genji had to save Mercy from Talon or some other organization? If u can, I would love to see a oneshot on that. Thanks!

We can chill in the Gency trash can together if you want. Anyways, I really loved writing this. My hand slipped and it got dark and bloody. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I sort of have this idea with what happened between Reaper and Mercy that I might expand on latter, but Genji is so caring about Mercy and it makes me want to cry thinking about them. I might write a second part to it??? Thanks for sending the prompt, doll!


Gency. Oneshot. Angst. Blood. Fluff.

When Mercy’s eyes first cracked up, she couldn’t understand why she was so cold. Metal bites into her wrists and ankles. A cloth covering her mouth. Her body hurts, but what makes her nearly close her eyes to the solitary light above her is the raging headache. She feels dry blood on her lips, and knows she must have fell on her face. The somehow dry blood coating her mouth with the cloth, she tries to keep the two out of her mouth. The headache seems to come from her left temple, it pulses painfully with her heartbeat.

Forcing herself to focus through the pain, she remembers the attack. The lights blaring in the Overwatch Facility in warning. Talon, breaching their doors. She dawned her Valkyrie suit immediately, but when she to check for causalities, a dark smoke moved behind her. Then, pain entered her skull just as she turned.

She’s been kidnapped. As her eyes adjust, she realizes she’s on the floor, lying on her side. On side of her face pressed to the cold ground. She focuses on the metal room she’s stuck in. Chains restrain her hands behind her back and her feet together. There’s only one door, and windows set way up high. The light spilling from the windows is dark, the night barely helping illuminating anything else besides a faint railing encircling the room. She can now start to see the equipment lying around her.

Equipment such that she would have in her own lab. Now giving the room a second look, she realizes it is a lab. Much crueler in design and grimy, but a lab.

Her Caduceus Staff and Pistol are missing, but her Valkyrie suit is on her. She still has a chance. Is she can just hold out, Genji will find her. She knows he will.

She begins rubbing at the thick cuffs, trying to slip out. There a crinkling of chains, and she realizes the cuffs around her hands anchor her to the wall. She tries to make her hands as small as possible in hope of slipping out of the chains, but the door opens, spilling light into the room. Mercy stops struggling, and simply waits.

Two figures walk towards her. As they near the spotlight set on her, she tries to mask her face from emotion. The figures being Reaper and Widowmaker.

“Hello, Mercy,” the once familiar voice speaks. “Missing something?”

The skull like mask shifts only slightly as he pulls out her Caduceus Staff, holding it horizontal and just a few inches from her. Her eyes look over it before focusing back on him. He seems satisfied with her reaction.

Handling the staff to Widowmaker, he steps towards her. Kneeling down to untie the cloth around her mouth. She shifts her head away just as she tries to keep from tasting blood.

“Why would you kidnap a doctor, Reyes?” She asks calmly, keeping eye contact with both. She can’t let them know she has fear.

Widowmaker faces lifts in slight in victory. Mercy’s stomach twisting at that.

“Do not call me that, Mercy. And we both know that you are more than just a doctor. You are a miracle worker,” his voice hisses, angry and intense.

She hardens her stare, trying to figure out his angle. Trying to keep the memories of him out of her head.

“I don’t understand.” She says.

“It’s quite simple,” Widowmaker speaks. Mercy tilts her head to watch her. A small smile on her face as she continues talking.

“Overwatch is not the only organization that needs healing technology.” Her French accented voice explains. “Talon needs a doctor, and you have the honor of being chosen.”

Mercy’s eyes widen at what they want.

“I will not built you Valkyrie suits or Caduceus Staffs.” She immediately interjects.

Reaper lets out a chilling laugh, Mercy shivering at that. Widowmaker moves to a table, taking an object in her hand that Mercy can’t identify. Carefully propping her staff against the table.

“You will. It’s just a matter of time.” Widowmaker says softly, venom lacing her words. She turns, walking back to Mercy. She tries to best to keep her composure, but then she sees the surgical knife in Widowmaker’s hand. A silent cry echoing inside of her of where Genji could be.

“I will not give you want you want.” Mercy says, trying to stay brave.

“We’ll see, Mercy,” Reaper says her name like a curse. He moves aside, but stays too close.

Widowmaker’s comes to her side, and crouches just above her. Her hand shoots out, grabbing Mercy’s jaw. Mercy immediately struggles, but her bonds are simply too tight. Forcing her in place, the knife bares down as Widowmaker’s face is drawn in concentration.

The blade cuts from her right forehead, along the curve of her cheekbone to the edge of her lip. The skin ripping open at the blade. Mercy cries out in pain, already feeling liquid running down her face. Through the sting, she notices a shadow across one of the widows.

“This is only the beginning, chère.” Widowmaker says sweetly, but she lets go of her face. Mercy breathing easier now as she moves away, putting the bloody knife down. Mercy lest her head fall against the floor. The cold jarring her to focus, to stop letting out gasps of pain.

“You will work for us, Dr. Ziegler.” Reaper voice hisses, as he gets close to her. His arm reaches out to allow her to sit up. His hand reaching out to hold her chin. “No food or water for two days. You know how that affects the human body, don’t you Doctor?”

“Stop touching me.” Mercy say firmly.

His mask remains motionless as he holds her still. His grip on her face tightening for a moment, causing fear to flash through Mercy’s heart.

“You did this to me, Mercy. I promise I will pay you back in full.” He growls, tying the gag back on her mouth before throwing her to the ground, her cheek bouncing off the floor.

She glares at the two retreating figures, the door closing behind them. A moment of silence beating into the darkness. Her cheek pulsing with her heartbeat. Her head pounding so severely with aching that she’s afraid she might pass out. Mercy feels completely helpless.

Until another shadow blocks the light from behind her. Then her body is being lifted in a familiar embrace. Her cheek settling in the curve of his neck. Her body settling against his.

She tries to say his name, but the gag stops her. His helm presses against her hair in comfort, but she feels his arm moving.

There’s a ringing of metal on metal, and suddenly Genji shifts her body quickly. Her hands suddenly in front of her body and moving. Then, Genji’s sword clashes against the metal around her ankles, breaking the metal immediately.

Mercy immediately struggles to her feet. Genji sheathing his sword and helping her stand with a strong arm. Turning to face Genji, she takes him in, her hands resting on his shoulders.

He’s here. That’s all that matters.

His visor is dim as his hands move forward. Carefully untying the gage from her mouth. His visor darkens more, when he takes in her skin. She knows she’s bloody and bruised.

“I’m so sorry,” His smooth voice whispers, a finger brushing against her lips, then her cheek. Her blood staining his finger.

“This is not your fault, Genji.” Mercy reassures him. His touch anchoring her here.

He’s silent, but dips his head slightly.

“We must hurry.” He moves towards her staff. His steps silent and ghostly as he retrieves it and brings it back to her.

She nods, feeling the staff back in her hands and feeling immensely better. Genji points with his metal hand upwards, towards the window. Activating her suit, Mercy lifts up the air, landing on the railing, next to the open windows. She stumbles slightly.

Genji’s beside her in a second, holding her arm. Mercy quickly nods her head that she’s okay. He gestures to a window whose glass has been removed. It’s big enough for her to barely fit through. As she crouches down to get through it, a familiar hand presses against her back to help her get through. Her wings not touching the sides.

Once on the roof, she takes in the sky. The stars dotting the heavens helps calm her down. Fighting away the memories of Reyes and what he’s done.

Genji touches her hand, his head pointing away from the Talon hideout. Mercy feels herself shudder slightly against the night air, but they quickly take off. Genji jumping from building to building. Always keeping Mercy in his sights. Mercy using her wings to piolet away from Reaper and Widowmaker.

They only stop once they get back to the Overwatch Facility.


Hi! This is myvividreams bringing to you the Miraculous Ladybug Regency!AU for Miraculous AU Week which is hosted by the lovely @miraculousbloglady, @taylordraws, and @chatnoirxladybug

Okay, so i wasn’t actually sure if the AU today was supposed to be P&P era or 1980′s era, but c’mon. P&P.

Because this AU exploded on me, this is going to be one loooong post, so get ready, guys. I would have drawn more for it, but I didn’t have much time and I draw slowly, so…

The Plot and Stuffs (aka Random Info that somehow pieces together to form a plot):

  • Andre Bourgeois is an aristocrat from Old Money who’s falling into debt because of his and his daughter Chloe’s lavish lifestyle and frivolous spending. (And as a landowner, he’s not very well-loved because he abuses his power, etc.) Anyway, to remedy this, he approaches Gabriel Agreste, an uber rich ex-merchant-now-landowner-and-gentleman (because having connections to trade back then tarnished one’s reputation even if trade was what made you rich in the first place), hoping to arrange a marriage between Chloe and Adrien, Gabriel’s son who is returning from his Grand Tour through Europe.
  • Gabriel supports the idea because he wants the prestige of the Bourgeois family name (even if they’re falling into debt, the Bourgeois are still Old Money and that was much better than being New Money in certain circles). Unfortunately for Gabriel and Andre, Gabriel promised his late wife that he’d let Adrien choose whom to marry and that he won’t arrange a marriage for him. And bc yes, he’s still loyal to his wife, still loves her (which was rare for that time period, but Daddy and Mommy Agreste were sweethearts and married before Daddy Agreste became a rich merchant-turned-gentry and was more constricted by social rules and etiquette), and bc he’s a man of his word at least to his wife, he settles for pushing Adrien and Chloe together and *ahem* convincing Adrien to marry Chloe through various plots. He’s basically shipper trash for the wrong ship
  • Meanwhile, Adrien comes back from his Grand Tour.
  • In the time he’s away, Marinette and her family start working for the Agreste household as cooks—and for Marinette, as a maid. While there, she befriends Alya, a fellow maid who is discriminated for her race. They band together, especially bc Marinette is half-Chinese (she’s called a “half-breed” by some other, ruder folks) and is discriminated against, too.
  • Marinette also finds a nice, quiet place to think and relax in with a beautiful view which quickly becomes ‘her place’
  • Anyway, when Marinette hears and sees Adrien’s association with Chloe, and remembers Gabriel’s cold and condescending attitude, she dismisses Adrien as a snob. Unfortunately for her, the universe is set to prove her wrong. Mari makes a huge mistake one day when her clumsiness acts up. Enter Adrien who helps her and covers for her—basically he saves her from being fired.
  • Meanwhile, turns out Mari’s secret thinking spot in the gardens was originally Adrien’s secret thinking spot. She freaks out and runs away after she hears someone coming one night. Adrien, who only catches the silhouette of a girl running away, leaves a note that basically says: “sorry I scared you. This used to be my thinking spot before I left, but you are free to use it too.”
  • Oblivious Mari doesn’t realise that it’s Adrien until much later. In the meantime,  she responds with her own note, they become pen pals, and Adrien falls in love.
  • Once Mari does realise though, she doesn’t reveal herself to him bc she’s being the responsible one and thinking about the social etiquette and rules of that time. Adrien, however, just keeps pushing and trying to find her.
  • Eventually Adrien does find out. Gabriel doesn’t approve and keeps trying to push Adrien towards Chloe.


Stuff I don’t know where to place (aka Bonus Info):

  • Adrien is a total romantic because of his mom and the bedtime stories she told him when he was young of his parents’ courtship.

Gabriel: just marry Chloe and keep the half-breed as a mistress!

Adrien: no! If I marry, I’ll marry for love

  • Sabine was a runaway slave from China who was actually a kidnapped noblewoman. Tom found her, taught her English/French(??), fell in love with her, got married to her, and had Mari with her.
  • Nino is Adrien’s best friend and footman. Adrien actually convinced his dad to allow Nino to come with him on his grand tour. Lucky him, huh?
  • Adrien was that one goody-two-shoes guy during his grand tour. He didn’t participate much in all the sinning going on…
  • Both Ladybug’s earrings and Chat’s ring are heirlooms passed down to Mari from Sabine (bc connections to Ancient China, hello). Mari gives the ring to Adrien.

Stuff I’m not sure about placing:

  • Master Fu is Sabine’s crazy uncle who liked travelling and outsiders way more than a nobleman should, making him Mari’s grand-uncle.
  • Master Fu visits England once and recognises Mari’s heirloom passed down to her from Sabine. He asks her where she got it, she says from mom, and bam, happy reunion. And people find out that Mari’s from a noble family. But from China. But that’s such a deus ex machina that I don’t want to put it in, haha… Then Mari has to adjust to it, but hates it, and besides she doesn’t even understand Chinese why does she have to do this?? Then she remembers, oh right, to be with Adrien, but she still doesn’t like it.
  • ^But I dunno if that actually counts bc it’s not like being of noble descent in China actually matters to the ton in England?? And I don’t think the family back in China would accept Mari either, so it’s still not a good idea, but I’m keeping it up there bc hey, their miraculous need to appear somehow, right?

@cookiecreation, I eagerly await your promised fan art :DDD

Miserable Lester, Part Two: Everything Goes Great For Assholes; the Pure Of Heart Are Totally Screwed

WELCOME BACK, my dudes! And/or chicks! And/or nonbinary surfer/skater epithets!

We won’t return to John Johnson until next time, because right after the point where I left off last, the book introduces us to SOME BRAND NEW CHARACTERS!!

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(high school lieutenant duckling au) (it’s au week don’t judge me)

not a romcom movie.

“This is boring. I’m bored.”

Skirt hiking up her tights and tank top folded up to reveal her flat stomach, Ruby looks the perfect cheerleader cliché as she lies on top of the picnic table and basks in the September sun. Emma looks above her shoulder to share an amused glance and an eye roll with Mary Margaret over the brunette’s body, before leaning against the table once more, hard wood biting her back as she crosses her legs and looks around her.

First lunch break of the school year and nothing has happened yet. No wonder Ruby is bored out of her mind. Even as the brunette works on her tan while waiting for the cheerleader tryouts, she keeps complaining about how quiet the school is, reminding them of all the events of the previous year – David and Kathryn breaking up, Victor sneaking in the chemistry labs, Gold’s hilarious speech when he’s started stuttering at the sight of Miss Belle, the French teacher.

“And now,” she adds, with a hand gesture for emphasis. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

Mary Margaret humours her with a “Poor you” that has Emma snicker – how much sarcasm the petite girl can pour in only two words is just impressive. Little does she know, that sound out of her lips is all Ruby needs to latch onto her, grabbing her arm and tugging like a damn five year old. (Ruby is a five year old all right, and Emma will never understand how she was deemed trustworthy and responsible enough to be offered the title of cheerleader captain.)

“Emmaaaaa. I’m bored. Do something.”

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Against the odds (1/2)

When Belle French insists on having dinner with him, Mr. Gold is completely out of his depth. 

Rating: PG-13

Setting: Storybrooke AU

Author’s note: Thanks so much for the incredible reaction to my previous fic. I’m blown away by the response <3

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anonymous asked:

I'd love to see a one-shot (or a freakin' novel-length epic, who am I kidding?) involving Darcy working as a figure model for an art studio and Steve dropping in randomly, just to take a class. I see Darcy as working for SHIELD, but not necessarily with the Avengers. Soooo many Steve/Darcy fics feature him drawing her like one of his French girls, but I'm not sure I've ever seen one where the first real thing Steve knows about Darcy is what she looks like naked.

Hi Anon!  I couldn’t quite get the novel length down (if I attempted that right now you’d probably be waiting years for a story, and I don’t want to do that to you :), but I hope this works for you.  Consider it the beginning of a relationship with plenty of potential for the future with Steve and Darcy.  Thanks for the prompt, and I hope you enjoy the ficlet!


It’s a slow process, this whole adapting to the 21st Century, Steve thinks.  He can pick up the technological parts no problem, and books and the internet can catch him up on the missed historical events.  SHIELD provides him with something that resembles a purpose, and a chance to grow and hone his skills so that his entire body is one finely drawn weapon.  However, many of the cultural nuances are still a mystery to him.  Natasha’s ever growing list of things Steve needs to know for life in the 2000s is, by its general nature, incomplete and ever growing – there are still plenty of things for him to learn.

Even art has changed, though catching up on that is more a pleasure than anything else.  Steve likes seeing the developments that cropped up after he went into the ice, and while he doesn’t always understand what they’re trying to say (a bejeweled human skull?  Really?) he likes that art is still accessible and important. 

The sketchbooks provide Steve with a nice escape, losing himself in the flow of the lines and the deepening shadows of the shading while his mind wanders to memories he’d like to forget and nonsensical thoughts when he can’t take the memories anymore.  When he’s got a few free days, as SHIELD schedules seem to have more free time than he’s used to, he’ll hunt down a drop-in art class to brush up on his skills.

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