next afternoon the charmings are all sitting around their table eating quietly

Superfamily Thing

Dad and pops were fighting again.

They had been for at least a week now. Peter was used to the occasional blowup for a night, maybe two, before they got all stupidly sappy with one another again.
This was new. Scary.

They avoided each other in the day and screamed at each other in the night when they thought he was asleep. Pops had been sleeping in the spare room for at least six of the seven nights it had been going on for. Dinner time had become a nightmare; Uncle Clint having to swap seats so he was sat in between them and prevent another fight from springing up while they ate.

He didn’t want them to split up. Divorced parents were a pain in the ass, according to the girl who sat next to him in math class. She was always talking about what a hassle it was, moving all her stuff from one house to another every weekend.

And it meant one of them would have to leave. Move out. Get a new life and a new partner and maybe even a new kid-

But Peter really didn’t want to think about that.

Today was the fifth day of Peter coming home to see only one of his parents in the kitchen, where there should usually be two. They tended to hang around, waiting for him in order to ambush him and ask questions about his day. Their latest fad was ‘so how was Wade today?’ or something along those lines, in that stupid sing-song voice that adults always did when they were being dicks.

It had been irritating- but Peter wouldn’t have minded now. If it meant they’d been doing it together, sending stupid smirky grins toward one another or just holding hands at the table rather than looking cold and tired- he wouldn’t have minded at all.

Today it was dad who greeted him. He was sat with a coffee in hand and tablet in the other, idly tapping at the keys and trying to keep his eyes open. Peter knew he hadn’t been sleeping well- it wasn’t exactly hard to tell. And although they never spoke to him about what they did with the avengers, Peter could guess that that had been the trigger for all the stupidity lately. 

He didn’t have to be the genius he was in order to figure that out. Pops hadn’t come back from the mission two Fridays ago; they’d hurried him off to hospital instead. And then three days later, once he’d been given the all-clear, dad had brought him home, where they’d proceeded to have  a huge argument. Right in front of Peter. 

Honestly, he’d just wanted to be able to sit with pops and make sure he was okay- let him stroke his hair and quiet his worries and say how tough he was, that he wouldn’t go down that easy. But instead he’d had to be hurried away by Uncle bruce, who was rolling his eyes and apologizing on behalf of them, saying that he’d be able to talk to his pops soon, but it wasn’t a good time right now.

Peter had scowled, told Uncle Bruce moodily ‘I’m thirteen, not an idiot- I know that’, and then slammed up to his room to wait it out. And, of course, Pops had hobbled up eventually; sitting on the bed with him and assuring him he was okay, he was tough as nails, and he would always, always come home to Peter.

Except he’d been alone. and usually, no matter how mad they were at each other, Pops and Dad had always talked to Peter about this together.

That had been the first warning. From then on, it had seemed things just got progressively worse.

“Hey squirt- how was school?” Dad asked, when Peter dropped his bag and began making his way into the kitchen in order to make himself a bowl of cereal (he was a growing boy, okay, shut up, cereal in the afternoon was perfectly fine, his Uncle Clint did it all the time).

he shrugged. “Eh- it was okay. Boring, as usual; they gave us a test, I aced it, again, as usual,” Peter explained, carefully avoiding the fact that they’d been learning about The Battle of New York in lesson that day. He knew it was a touchy subject for his dad, and he didn’t want to risk upsetting him.

Dad raised an eyebrow, taking a sip from his coffee and watching Peter with a look on his face. Peter just sighed. He knew what was coming.

“So how was Waaade?

He sighed. “Ugh, Wade was fine, he smiled at me while i passed on the corridors today and that was literally all that happened. I honestly don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this, he called me cute once-”

“Once is enough,” his dad shrugged bemusedly, poking Peter in the side as he walked around the table to sit next to him and get to work on his snack. 

“That is not a snack, Peter,” dad said, because unfortunately he was good at reading Peter’s mind like that. “That’s like, a full meal. We’re having dinner in an hour, are you serious-”

“School is hard work,” Peter complained, flopping on to the stool and leaning on his dad’s shoulder theatrically, “It drains me of energy that I need to replenish with Lucky Charms.”

“Natasha will blow her top if she sees you eating that- it’s her turn to cook tonight. And if she chooses to murder you for eating beforehand, then there isn’t much I can do. I know you’re my son, but the whole parent-bond thing only goes so far-”

Peter bumped him on the shoulder and he laughed quietly. It was nice to see the tension ease off his face a little.

Of course, then everything went wrong again.

“Hey Peter, didn’t know you’d be back so ear- oh,” his Pops said, entering the room and faltering when he saw Dad already sat at the table.

There was an awkward pause. Peter guessed they must have got the days wrong for which one of them was going to go and talk to him about his school day. 
That tended to happen when they didn’t actually speak to one another and acted like they were Peter’s Goddamn age.

Pops managed to collect himself, though- walking forward and smiling as he reached out to squeeze Peter’s shoulder, before heading to the cupboards and grabbing a mug. “You had a good day today?”

Peter shrugged, wishing it didn’t feel as tense as it did. Why the hell did parents have to argue anyway? It was stupid. They were being stupid, and Peter just wanted them to kiss and make up already- because that’s what they did, that’s what they always did, right? This wasn’t going to last, it couldn’t- Peter didn’t want to have two homes, he didn’t want Dad to marry someone else or Pops to have different kids-

It was only then that he realised Dad and Pops had moved, resting a hand on each shoulder while he leaned forward on to the table and hid his crumpled face in the crook of his arms.

 “Peter! Hey, baby, what’s happened, did something go down at school-”

“Do we need to go in, because we’ll go in, okay- whatever’s wrong, we’ll sort it out. Are you being bullied?”

“Did someone hurt you?”

“Did you have an argument with your friends?”

“Were y-”

“IT’S YOU TWO!” Peter yelled, jerking upward again and throwing his hands in the air. “God, this is the first time you’ve been this close to each other in ages! I haven’t seen you look each other in the eye when you’re around one another except to argue! Why the hell are you both being so stupid? I don’t…I don’t want you to get divorced! But you will and then you’ll both find stupid new people and have stupid new lives and leave me behind and we won’t be a family any more and I don’t want that so just STOP FIGHTING!”

He didn’t stop to listen to whatever stupid crap they tried to throw at him; instead kicking the chair he was sat on over and storming out of the room angrily, ignoring their calls and running up into his room before they could bother him. 

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Bonding (Wonho)

Originally posted by kittyminhyuk

Type: Fluff

Request: Hii can you do a wonho as a dad scenario please? Thanks ;)

~I’m making it a Return of Superman like one!~

Being on the show must have been exciting for your husband Hoseok who had been a father for many years but at the same time he was still one of the young men who were normally on the show. At 36 he had, you two had two sons one who was 11, another that was 2, and a daughter who was 10 months old now. Your husband was still rather hunky and buff so you could only guess he would be a fan favorite for many. But not to brag or anything but your daughter was seriously an adorable creature. And your 2 year old was already growing into a handsome little man. Even though your eldest would be leaving with you he was still a charming young man. 


“Say night night to BowBow” Dogyoo, your eldest spoke to his much younger sister Heeji as she patted your keeshond’s fur lightly. “Go say goodnight to uncles” he told her as she wobbly took off to the VJ’s tent as she got very close to the camera. “Heeji” you called as the little one looked over at you put a diaper clad Jinmo down  and he took off towards the room he shared with his baby sister probably to get toys to play with but neither of them didn’t sleep in there but you and Hoseok. “Time for bed baby” you tell her as you picked her up “goodnight Dogyoo” you call as you receive a grunt from your oldest before heading back to the nursery.

“Jinmo no toys” you say as he sends you a look as you ushered him towards your bedroom. When you entered you saw Hoseok sitting there on his phone before sending you a smile. “So when are you leaving?” he asked as you lay your daughter down on him before your son climbed in. “Now” you told him as he frowned “you aren’t going to make breakfast?” he asked as you shook your head no. “I’m leaving now and Dogyoo won’t come back from school tomorrow afternoon” you tell him as you kneel down beside the bed. “Good luck” you whisper cupping his face lightly “don’t get wrinkly” you joke as he rolled his eyes “I’ve barely aged” he joked back as you kissed his lips before remembering the cameras. “Kisses” you tell your little ones. You leaned over and gave Jinmo a kiss before kissing your daughter’s head.


Hoseok woke up in the morning as his daughter rubbed his cheeks “hi princess” he cooed as he sat up “gotta make sure Dogy is up” he told her as he got out of bed carefully heading off to his eldest’s room holding Heeji. “Good morning” he spoke as he saw his son was already getting ready. “What do you normally eat for breakfast?” Hoseok asks “the same as you” he was told “something simpler for daddy” he says “I’ll make eggs” he then spoke as hr headed off to the kitchen.

He placed his daughter into her seat as he rushed into the kitchen. He grabbed eggs and rushed off to the stove to make sure his eldest was fed for the day. “Mommy!” a loud voice cried “Jinjin” Hoseok called as he heard the crying get closer as Jinmo tugged on his pants leg and Hoseok bent down picking up his son. The crying stopped as Jinmo clung to him. The 2 year old watched Hoseok make him breakfast as a large smile came to his face “eggs” he said simply as Hoseok nodded.

Eggs were on a plate as they were sat down on the table in front of the other high chair and Dogyoo’s normal seat.


“First task of the day complete” Hoseok spoke to the camera “I was normally in charge of bottles and Y/N would make breakfast but as of now I’ll be taking my job” he continued smiling largely. “So I should introduce myself I am Shin Hoseok. I am a father of 3” he continued. “This is-’ “Dogyoo” his eldest spoke “Jinmo is next” Hoseok says as Jinmo sat in Doyoo’s lap “and this is Heeji” he says as he looks down at his sleeping daughter. “I met my wife Y/N maybe 12 years ago by complete accident” he says. “We married a year after we met and our son was born the same year ” he continued as Dogyoo got up quietly having to head off to school.

“We never planned on having another baby but we accidentally welcomed our son Jinmo” he spoke as Jinmo leaned against him “then just a but later we welcomed our youngest Heeji” he says kissing the top of his daughter’s head. “I have the oldest and the youngest child of my group, Monsta X. Well only for a few more weeks actually. Hyungwon’s daughter is to be born” he says as he rubbed his daughter’s back. “Thank you for having me on here” he says.


“Say nom nom” he says as Heeji giggles at him. Jinmo drank his smoothie “do you want some?” he asked his son who nodded wanting a bite of the pastry. “Kiss daddy’s cheek” Hoseok says pointing to his cheek as Jinmo laughed kissing his father’s cheek and earned a sound from Hoseok before he gave him some of chocolate bread.

“Good?” he asked stroking his son’s head as he nodded. “Mommy is going to be mad” he continues looking at the camera “she will hit me I promise” he says. As a large smile comes to his face. “But you guys should get to enjoy these sweets” he told his son who smiled at him. 


“Jinmo we’re planning Heeji’s birthday” Hoseok told his son as he looked up “I got a cake for her and you’re going to help me put candles onto it” he says. Her dol was still a week or so away but he wanted to do something small before the big. "Dad she wants you" Dogyoo calls as Hoseok looked out “Heeji” he calls as he hears his nearly 1 year old crying “you can bring her out” he tells his eldest. Soon Dogyoo comes out of his sister’s room holding her tightly as she stuck her arms out for her father to take her. 

“Happy birthday” the start singing as Hosoek took her from her brother. She watched the candles lights bounced around. Her tears began to stop as she listened “blow the candles out” he tells her as all the siblings leaned in and began blowing out the candles together. Heeji clapped happily from it all “no need to be sad” he cooed to his daughter who he sat down in her chair. “Alright who wants cake?” he asks as they all made a sound. 

Butterflies and strawberries

Based on: this request by @inlovewithnewt (I hope you like it sweetie! Thank you so much for your patience!!) + this imagine from @imaginexhobbit.

Warnings: some parts may seem slightly, slightly, slightly, slightly steamy…. That’s all because there many and awakward Hobbits, awkward Frodo, awkward flirting…. Butterflies, strawberries, spring and fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy moments.

Originally posted by credencesbarebone

Frodo’s POV

Frodo sighed and took another sip of his ale. It should have been a nice, quiet afternoon with his friends but how could he stay quiet when she was there, laughing, smiling, being more beautiful than the flowers in her hair and more charming than every blossom of the Shire?

He was going insane.

“What’s up, Mister Frodo?” asked Sam.

“What do you think Sam?” said Pippin placing another mug of ale in front of him “We have left him here to go get other drinks and he hasn’t wasted his time!”

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Sirius x Reader: Recover

Warnings: Injury (fall from height)

Requested: No

A/N: I really wanted to write this and thought i’d write it, even though it wasnt requested x I hope you still enjoy it lovelies!!x

“Good practice?” Sirius asked as you sat down next to him in the common room.

“The rain, Pads. He made us practice in the rain.” You muttered as James sat down in the armchair.

“I can tell.”

“You did good though Y/N.” James said.

“I always do.” You winked, standing up and walking to your dorm room for a shower.

When you woke in the morning your entire body ached and you had to call Lily over to relax your muscles with an advanced charm she’d learnt when you joined the Quidditch team.

“See you at breakfast!” She called as she left the room and you had just begun to get out of bed. You put your comfy weekend clothes on and made your way to the breakfast table.

“Y/N thank god!” Sirius said as you sat down next to him, “Prongs has been talking non-stop about practice this afternoon.”

“Practice? This afternoon?” You said confused.

“Yeah, I told everyone last night. We’ve got to beat Ravenclaw so there isn’t as much pressure on the Slytherin match.”

“I didn’t-”

“Why, got a date?” James played, Sirius swung his head around to look at you and Remus peered curiously at you and Sirius over his book. Lily giggled.

You stumbled for words, confused by the reaction, before saying “No, I just haven’t done my transfiguration.” Sirius seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as James and Remus chuckled at him. “I guess I’ll have to do it this morning.” You sighed, pouring a cup of coffee.

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astro witch coven au (moonbin)

introduction | rocky | eunwoo | moon bin | mj | jinjin

  • Astro’s resident Charmer

    • Rocky insists on calling him a Talisman creator but Bin personally thinks “charmer” fits his Very Attractive Face very well

    • He deals with charms and spells and puts them into objects to protect or to curse or to do stupid things like fly around Rocky’s head

  • ½ of the Lil Shit line  

  • I swear to god he’s such a little shit

  • Loves pranking the rest of the Coven

    • Loves charming multiple things to fly around Rocky’s head

      • And it pisses Rocky off so incredibly much

      • Once he made Rocky’s metal ladle fly about a metre above his head for about 10 minutes before Rocky glowered at him and threatened to slip a skin colour changing potion into his drink

      • He put it down pretty quickly

      • Rocky put the potion in his drink anyway as a lesson

    • Loves loves loves pranking Sanha

      • Once he stole a dead beetle from Rocky’s potion ingredients stash and asked Sanha to hold it temporarily while he went to the bathroom

      • But he added a Vibration spell beforehand and just as he left Sanha alone it started twitching

      • Sanha screamed so loudly nearly all his hyungs came running

      • I mean they all laughed but Sanha nearly cried

      • Once also he charmed several crystals with a Shouting spell

      • And put them all near places Sanha frequents like the bathroom and the stairs and the kitchen and whatnot

      • And every time Sanha went near those places it shouted, really loudly, “MJ, JINJIN, CHA EUNWOO, MOONBIN, ROCKY, YOON SANHA, A S T RO” in his ear

      • And Sanha yelped EVER Y T I M E it was hilarious

      • It also got Bin a whack on the head by Eunwoo because “even though it’s hilarious it’s not nice to bully a yoUNG CHILD, I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT” yeah

  • A ridiculously talented charmer Talisman Creator

    • His mum says it’s because he was born under some star or whatever Bin didn’t really listen because he was too busy doing other things

    • But when he was 8 his powers started to manifest very very strongly and his parents had to send him away to a stronger coven to train

    • I mean, his parents run a pretty small charm shop and they’re fairly good with energy and charms

    • But Bin’s magic became hard to control even for skilled witches like themselves he began dispelling excess energy into inanimate objects

    • Once Bin’s dad came home to find his pots and pans dancing around the kitchen and Su A crying because of the sheer amount of noise her brother was making

    • So Bin’s mum sent him away to a family friend

    • Speaking of which

  • Trained under Ravi from the VIXX coven

    • So he joined them when he was 8 and he was the most powerful young witch they’ve ever trained

    • Which is saying something because all the witches there had dealt with at least 3 apprentices each before

    • And the last most powerful witch they apprenticed ended up being part of their coven aka Hyuk

    • Story time

      • So when Bin’s mum brings him in to meet N Bin is really really afraid

      • He’s eight and he doesn’t want to live far away from his family with these strange tall beings he wants to stay home and he wants to run around with Su A and watch as his blue flows through with her lavender

      • And so he goes kicking and screaming to the VIXX coven

      • But when he gets there he sees sparkling, shiny crystals floating around N and he sees how they glow with a soft, pale blue light and his heart immediately aches because he wants to do that

      • And when N places a small Calming charm in his hand he feels the magic running through it and pulsing into his veins and he’s suddenly giddy with the power and peaceful all at once and he knows he wants to make this happen

      • And so he pushes up his tiny glasses and tugs on his mum’s hand and tells her quietly that he’ll see her later because he wants to go with Uncle N (cue N squawking indignantly that he is not An Uncle, thank you very much) to learn how to charm things

      • And his mum just pats his head and tells him with tears in her eyes that she’s proud of him and to behave and that she’ll see him during the weekend

    • But yeah the VIXX members quickly pick up Bin as part of their group it’s so cute

      • He’s apprenticed under Ravi but he takes lessons from everyone

      • I mean, he’s messed up a couple times and sometimes it’s hilarious

        • See: the time Ravi taught him to make a Waterproof charm and made Bin test it out on himself by dumping a bucketful of water on his head and seeing if he stayed dry

        • Hint: he didn’t

        • Which is a story in itself

      • And sometimes it’s alarming

        • When Bin thought he made a pretty good Fireproof talisman and threw the charmed pebble into the fire

        • It was Not Fireproof it was Flammable

        • RIP VIXX’s fireplace

  • Loves 2 sleep

  • No kidding

    • Naps everywhere

    • Anytime

    • As long as he’s not watching over some crystal formation or some energy channel he’s napping

    • He’s a tired baby please forgive him

  • Loves 2 eat

    • Also not kidding

    • Eats everything

    • Anywhere

    • Anytime

    • I woke up at 7am to watch Bin’s eating livestream he was adorable he was so painfully boyfriend please kill me

    • Eunwoo’s often wondered if he’s stored his stomach in a separate talisman or something and that’s why he can eat so much

    • But no, it’s really because Bin loves all and any food

    • But it’s also because he uses a shit ton of energy when he seals spells and charms into different talismans so he snacks all the time and eats a lot at meals

    • He likes to joke it’s him leaving a bit of himself in every talisman he creates but it’s not that much of a joke because it’s kind of true

  • Also loves to flirt

    • I’m kidding really he ‘flirts’ with everyone but he doesn’t really mean to do it????

    • It’s mostly his smile I think he just grins and everyone kind of lowkey falls under his spell

    • Haha see what I did there

    • And when he opens his mouth literally everything sounds flirty

    • (swings by the Seventeen coven to deliver charms to Mingyu)

      • “hey love, how’re you doing?” @ mingyu

      • not even a flirty sentence

      • but he’s grinning at Mingyu and Mingyu has a faint blush spreading across his cheeks

      • “wow uh Nothing Much” mmhmm very coherent Mingyu

      • no lie my roommate was once actually so flustered she actually said this out loud then walked into like 3 people

      • “Oh, and I added an extra crystal in there along with your order, by the way. I had an extra one lying around begging for a Happiness charm.” (adds on a wink) @ Mingyu

      • Mingyu, in his head: “mmasdhfkljsajskdfhlkasjd”

      • Bin: (accidentally has to deal with a glowering Wonwoo)

      • now Wonwoo deals with all the deliveries to the Seventeen coven house in case that one Charmer comes again and tries to flirt with his boy

    • ok but truth the very first time he went to deliver charms with Ken to learn his delivery route was when he was like 10 and Ken deemed him capable of controlling his powers outdoors  

      • and literally nearly everyone fell in love with this boy

      • all the old witches cooed over him

      • even the grumpy potions master over at the Bangtan coven loved Bin he actually smiled at Bin and gave him a piece of candy that Ken checked meticulously for signs of tampering even though Ken’s been going there for forever and he’s never even gotten a smile  

      • literally the most precious child my heart is in pain I love baby Bin

  • Changes hair colour every 2 or 3 weeks

    • Usually it’s a side effect of a spell

    • He’d be using too much energy to do something by accident and the energy would spill over in the atmosphere and dance around the closest living thing

    • It used to be a plant he kept next to the table and it used to sprout randomly coloured flowers but one day MJ swiped it for a blood ritual and it was never returned to him so

    • Now the energy hovers around him and sometimes when he straightens up all the excited energy floats around his head and runs through his hair

    • And you’d just see Bin’s eyes shining in concentration through a blue stream of magic

    • So sometimes you’ll see him in the morning with deep purple hair and in the afternoon you’ll see him with pastel blue hair

    • It throws Eunwoo off sometimes but Eunwoo loves all his colours anyway

    • Sometimes it dances around Eunwoo’s head and all Eunwoo does is lean back from the blue clouds and watch it flow excitedly

    • And sometimes Bin watches him

  • Is so so so incredibly soft for a small bean with a beautiful eyesmile it’s not even funny at this point


    • To everyone but Eunwoo tbh

    • I mean the moment he met Eunwoo he was Whipped™ for that man

    • What’s that

    • You want to hear the story of how they met ????

    • Well I guess I gotta

    • Here we go

    • Bin was in the middle of training with Hyuk and Hyuk was trying to teach him a Pain hex charm

    • Which requires a lot of energy by the way since Pain hexes need the charmer to have an evil (? Negative?) intention

    • But Bin’s always discharged his negative energy by pulling pranks on all his members in the VIXX coven

    • So it was really difficult for him to pull negative energy from the air

    • (Hyuk said it’d get easier as it went on because the longer you live the angrier you get at the world but Bin isn’t sure if he wants that to happen)

    • And so sitting with 10 crystals floating around his head and Hyuk sitting opposite him Bin starts to cast the hex

    • Fast forward three hours

    • It’s just the same thing but with more frustration

    • And more light blue energy floating about his head

    • And Hyuk falling asleep

    • Fast forward another 2 hours and Bin’s passed out on the floor with a cut on his forehead because one of the crystals was a bit too zealous in its spinning

    • And Hyuk’s kneeling over him and smacking his face and he’s not moving at all and Hyuk is panicking slightly and he doesn’t know what to do and

    • Next thing they know Hongbin’s levitating Bin out the door and Ravi’s in the car and they’re driving as fast as they can to the nearest Healing house

    • And this was back when Eunwoo was still training with Snuper

    • So Ravi just bursts into the house and Hongbin’s shuffling Bin into the house and all the Healers look up from different spots around the house at the noise

    • And the first one downstairs is Eunwoo and he’s snapping out a thin sheet onto a Healing table so Hongbin can set Bin down and everything is happening all at once and way too fast

    • And Ravi’s talking a mile a minute at Eunwoo about the hex Bin was trying to master and the crystals are circling agitatedly around Bin’s head and Hongbin’s chewing on his lip and trying not to let tears slip out

    • But the more Ravi explains about the hex the more worried Eunwoo gets about this pale boy that’s getting increasingly weaker as time slips by so Eunwoo stares right into Bin’s face and places a single finger on Bin’s forehead because wow if anything, Eunwoo is sure this boy is too beautiful to die

    • And instantly a spark of green runs down Eunwoo’s arm and shocks into Bin and there’s a flash of blue as Bin jolts on the table

    • And suddenly the table is smoking with blue and green magic

    • It’s so heady it sends the two Charm witches reeling and Hongbin and Ravi have to sit down and the witch on the Healing table beside Bin’s blinks sleepily and starts to sit up

    • And suddenly Bin’s eyes fly open and meet Eunwoo’s and wo w

    • Wow

    • Woooooow

    • Bin has to blink a couple times because wow is he dead already?

    • He didn’t even get to say goodbye to his parents

    • Or his sister :(

    • But ??? he can ask this angel to help him tell them, I guess?

    • Wait

    • Do witches go to heaven

    • He’s not sure but he’s pretty sure he’s in heaven because there’s no way this angel belongs in hell

    • Wait

    • The angel’s talking

    • And he looks worried?????? The angel keeps blinking and Bin vaguely starts counting the number of beautiful long eyelashes

    • And suddenly Bin’s ears unclog and he hears Ravi and Hongbin murmuring worriedly and the angel asking him if he’s alright

    • Oh dear if Ravi and Hongbin are here does it mean they were killed too oh God Bin didn’t mean to do this he never meant for any of this to hap-

    • And then he hears Eunwoo say, “Oh thank goodness you’ve woken up, we thought you were going to die…”

    • And it’s the softest thing he’s ever heard wow how can someone have a voice like a windchime????

    • Wait

    • He’s alive

    • He’s ALIVE

    • And the first thing he says is

    • “Are you real? Like, not an angel?”

    • And he watches as the not-angel flushes

    • “Yeah,,,,,,,,,,,,,,”

    • And instantly even with his forehead stinging and his legs weak he props himself up on his forearms and grins through the pain at Eunwoo

    • “Well, did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?”

    • And immediately he feels Ravi roll his eyes and Hongbin smacks him on the back of his head

    • But Eunwoo is smiling and blushing and his smile is so so so beautiful Bin get stunned into silence once more and obeys Hongbin’s hands as he gets laid down once more on the table

    • Until he realises that this particular angel’s method of healing is by touch and he flushes

    • Truly a blessing

    • I guess you could say

    • He was touched by an angel

    • Please shoot me

(dabs) i’m nearly done with finals i’ve got 2 more papers on thursday and friday then i’ll write something short about how Eunwoo recruited Bin into Astro (dabs again)


Based on “Imagine Bard asking you to be his Queen” from Imaginexhobbit

A sequel to Red, for the lovely nuvoleincielo

Epilogue: Gold


Outside, it was a beautiful, early-Autumn afternoon. Fluffy clouds drifted across a wide blue sky and the sun, just beginning to crawl toward its setting, shone golden on the city of Dale, glinting on its windows, making its fountains sparkle. The delicate freshness of the air and the softness of the light were lost on you, however, as you bent over your work, concentrating so closely on the intricate embroidery of a dress bodice that you scarcely noticed the opening of the back door that led from the courtyard into the shop.

It was only when a pair of strong, work-worn hands rested gently on your shoulders that you looked up from your task, just in time to receive a bristly kiss on your cheek.

“Bard!” you giggled. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to collect you,” he answered cheerfully.

You frowned in confusion. “But you’re early.”

Bard leaned close, as though to tell a secret. “It’s all right, I know the owner,” he winked at Agneta over her work table, across the room from yours. “I’ve asked permission to steal you away.”

You looked to your employer for confirmation, and she smiled indulgently. “Well, go on, who am I to stand in the way of young love?”

A delighted smile brightened your face, and Bard chuckled, and you eagerly laid your work aside for the next day.

“Thank you again, Agneta,” Bard called, resting his hand on the small of your back to escort you out of the shop. 

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Magician Series AU: 3

3. School Days

Rumours have movement to them that even the answers to final exams don’t. Everyone knows Jay Logan is the boy living in the Expensive House and coming to school this morning. It’s common knowledge he’s eleven; the rest is up in the air. Which is just a breeding ground for speculation to run rampant. I almost think Jay would be better off if his family has issued a press release to the school, but I’m not sure anyone does that.

I’m outside, bumming a cigarette from Amy when Jay arrives. Chauffeured car, tinted windows. He gets out, walks toward the school. He’s wearing jeans and a sweater and if he’s nervous he hides it well. Conversations stutter, halt. People stare. Amy doesn’t even ask about payment for the cigarette. Jay introduces himself to a few people, who respond in a mostly dazed manner.

Geoff Jones – I don’t even know what to make of his expression. He’s not surprised. No doubt he had information on Jay already, but he’s just watching with the clique of people whose vehicles are more expensive than most houses in Newport. Jay isn’t paying them more attention than anyone else, just flashing that impossibly kind grin at anyone, asking their names in a way that’s more than just politeness. Geoff doesn’t act, not directly, but Jay is halfway to the front entrance when Moshi wanders up to him.

Moshi is the scariest person I know, and I don’t even know him. He’s fucking gorgeous, and knows it.  He looks human, not like some model unless he wants to. He’s charmed the pants off of several guys, and blackmailed more than a few of them for silence. That no one has taken him out back somewhere and tried to dump acid on his face or at least break his nose just proves there’s way more going on than looks.

“Hey,” Moshi says.

“Hi,” Jay says. “You’re cute, you know!”

Even Moshi pauses under a direct assault of Jay’s cheer. Nathen is beside Moshi in that pause. I never even saw him move. He says something quietly, and Moshi looks at Nathen in something close to astonishment for a moment, before nodding to Jay.

I don’t catch what they say, but Jay grins a hello at Nathen. I swear, that’s what it looks like, and goes past them and into the school. Moshi and Nathen look at each other, and Moshi turns and walks away first. I walk over as Nathen heads to his small backpack and picks it up again.


He turns, relaxes a little at seeing me. “Charlie.”

“What did you do?”

“Threatened him.”

“I didn’t know Moshi could be threatened.”

“Most anyone can, if you know the right trick.” It’s not a boast, but he looks tired more than pleased.

I don’t press him on it. I’m pretty sure I’m safer not knowing.


Lunch is amazing. I’m sitting at a table near the nerds. Not that I am one, but less people bug me if I sit here and I like lunch in quiet. Jay comes over and sits down across from me, having moved through the room with a tray piled with food.

“Hi! Can I sit with you?”

“Sure,” I say, not even thinking.

Jay grins, and goes and gets a second tray and brings it over, then begins eating. He asks about a couple of teachers, some of the school rules and then about me. I just tell him about classes, mom and dad divorcing soon. The usual stuff anyone can figure out and Jay has polished off a good three meals in the time it takes me to eat one. He gets his trays and mine after, taking them to the garbage and is half-way there when Dwayne Gibson body-checks him.

“Oops,” Dwayne offers.

Jay stumbles, wobbles, remains standing. He turns toward Dwayne in surprise. “I know I’m short because I’m eleven and you’re older, but I’m not that hard to miss I bet!”

“I didn’t miss,” Dwayne says flatly.

“Oh.” And the ‘oh’ is soft, and sad. I’m not sure who else catches it.

Dwayne flushes at it, and then trips Jay as Jay’s heading back to the table. I move without thinking, crouching down beside him.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Jay pushes himself to his side. I help him sit up, and then stand.  Muscles in my back yell at me for it, and I’m pretty sure he needed the help. Jay looks at Dwayne. He’s not angry. No one is laughing. Fat kid fell, everyone should be laughing. But no one is, or at least not enough of them. “This school has cameras in the cafeteria, I imagine?” he says, looking at me.

I nod. “And the hallways and entrances, but not the classrooms or bathrooms. Legal issues.”

Jay nods, and turns and looks at Dwayne. “I am sorry about this, but my family’s lawyers will be in contact with your family soon. A trip in that manner does count as assault, and I can no more stop them than I can resist a second dessert.”

Dwayne freezes.

Jay turns, heads for the exit, asks if I mind helping him. I follow, mostly to avoid having to stare at Dwayne’s face. Jay’s clothing is well made: nothing ripped or tore when he fell. I follow anyway and Jay goes out of the classroom, around the corner, pushes the door to an empty classroom open and sits down slowly in a chair he pulls out from a desk.

Jay is panting a little for breath. I tell myself it’s my imagine the chair creeks and close the door. “You okay?”

“No.” He sounds all of eleven, voice cracking a little. His hands are on his belly and he pulls down at them instead of at me. “I thought it might be different. Here. That I wouldn’t use mom’s influence without thinking. That I’d be brave enough to take hits, or a fall, or – everything.”

“People are jerks. Some of them all the time. And I imagine your other schools didn’t have Moshi.”

Jay laughs at that. “He is – beautiful. He even looked at me like I was too. I know he didn’t mean it, but it was – until Nathen stepped in, I was starting to blush.”

“Yeah. Surprised me too. What do you need?”

“Dessert?” he asks, looking up, then laughs again at my expression. “Well, a snack, but that can wait until after the next class.” He stands. “If you can brush dirt off my clothes, though, that would be nice? I definitely can’t reach my knees without trying yoga.”

I laugh at that image and just brush dirt off his knees and back. “There. A bit better. We’re not all jerks in Newport. Well, not all of the time.”

Jay grins, and hugs me. His arms barely get around me; I’m a little ashamed I notice that. I don’t do hugs; they keep reminding me I need to do more exercise, shed at least fifteen pounds. Jay’s hug is just like his grin. No judgement, just a thanking.  

“You always hug people?” I ask after.

Jay nods. “Most people forget huggings are nice,” he says, and sounds almost entirely serious. “Plus, it’s a good kind of surprise. Which is like an adventure without being too dangerous about it.”

“I never thought of hugs as adventures before.”

He grins, and waddles out into the hallway as the first bell rings. I follow, heading toward my afternoon class. He might be okay. In every sense of the word. Which is almost disconcerting. No one should be that put-together at eleven, or even eighteen, and I want to ask how he’s like that.

But part of me doesn’t want to find out.

Lesson Learned [EdmundxF!Reader] [One-Shot] [Request]

Combining tow requests into one one-shot, because they fit each other really well ^^

This is from @xpurplehair:

Hi! Can I request a One-Shot with Edmund in the Golden Age where reader is really good friends with Peter, and he usually teaches her how to sword-fight, but one day he makes Edmund teach her bc reasons and they end up confessing their feelings? Sorry if it’s kind of stupid hehe

This is from MarvelGal [Quotev]:

Hey can I get an Edmund one shot. Maybe a little jealousy. Ed could feel jealous about the Reader and Peter hanging out a lot. I also would like to use this in one of my future stories.

Sorry this took so long I hope you like it! :3

[If you enjoy my writing, feel free to request something when requests are open! ^^]

Lesson Learned

Fic Summary: Everybody had some lessons to learn, be it to back off for a while or to finally confess something.

Word Count: 2,4k

Warnings: None

“Oh come on (y/n), you can do better than that!” Peter yelled while swinging his sword at the (h/c) haired girl again, who barely managed to dodge it.

“Maybe I could. But not after hours of training. I could use a break, Pete.” she panted.

“You don’t get any breaks in a real battle.”

“Yes, I do. There are respites. And in wars there are breaks to bury the dead on each side. And–”

“Alright, alright, I get it. At least you pay attention during the strategy lessons from Oreius.” he sighed and sheathed his sword, stretching his arms above his head and making his back pop. 

“I suppose it is getting rather late. Let’s head back to the castle and get something to eat.”

“Finally!” she shouted in glee, throwing her sword and it’s sheath down to the ground and sprinting towards the warmly glowing castle in the distance.

“Wow. She sure can move when she really wants to.” Peter mumbled to himself while picking up the dropped sword and following after her. 

He caught up with her in the hallway leading to the dining hall.

“Heading straight for the food, huh?”

“You’ve been draining me for 5 hours straight now, so yes." 

"Hey, I’m just trying to teach you something to keep you alive on a battlefield.”

“I know and I’m thankful for it, but you’re overdoing it a bit, Peter.”

“How so?”

She stopped and turned to look at him with raised brows. 

“Seriously? I can’t remember the last time I could get up after sunrise or the last time I went to bed without sore muscles.” she accused with a pout.

“Well of course. You’re learning something entirely new, the start to that is always difficult. Besides, you should be glad you’re teacher is the best swordsman there is.” he answered, smirking confidently.

“You’re good. Really good.” she agreed. “But not the best. Not even the best in this castle, I’d wager.”

“Oh really? Who do you think could beat me then?”

She simply grinned and leaned to the left, looking past him. He turned around and immediately wanted to slap himself. He’d walked right into that one. He wouldn’t admit it, but there really was someone who could beat him a sword fight easily.

“Did you two only come back now?” Edmund questioned when he reached them, a frown on his face. 

“Yeah, this guy likes to work me to the bone. But as the best he has the right to do so, huh Pete?” she quipped, trying not to laugh.

“I hate you sometimes, do you know that?” the blond king grumbled.

“Naw, I love you, too.” she chuckled, throwing an arm over his shoulder.

“So Ed, you want to come with us and raid the kitchen?” she asked, directing her smile towards the younger brother, who looked like he was biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood.

“No thanks. I wouldn’t want to intrude.” he coldly stated before rushing past them and heading towards his own room.

“What’s up with him?” (y/n) questioned genuinely confused, more so to herself than the young man next to her. 

“No idea…” Peter stated, just as confused as her. 

“But I’m sure he’ll tell you when he wants to. After all, you’re his best friend.”

“No, you’re my best friend.” she corrected.

“Then what’s my brother? Hot air?”

“Well… He is a really good friend… But it would be great if he was more…” she mumbled quietly, the last part so incoherent only she herself could understand it.

“What was that?” Peter asked.

“Nothing! Let’s just go eat!” she quickly said, grabbing his arm and pulling him along.

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CS AU Week - Day 3

There’s Always Gonna Be This Thing


Upon the death of Marian, Killian comes back to town to help out his friend. What he doesn’t expect is to run into the woman who once broke his heart.

A/N: For CS AU Week Day 3 - Beloved Tropes. Post-Break Up/Getting Back Together. Inspired from the lyrics of Lucinda Williams’ ‘Those Three Days.’ Title also taken from the same song.

You built a nest inside my soul
You rest your head on leaves of gold
You managed to crawl inside my brain
You found a hole and in you came

You sleep like a baby breathin’
Comfortably between truth and pain
But the truth is that nothing’s been the same
Since those three days

Did you only want me for those three days?
Did you only need me for those three days?
Did you love me forever just for those three days?

Words: ~5300 | Rating: Not even smut adjacent | ao3 | ffn


He laid on the deck of the Jewel, stars twinkling above and the occasional wisp of cloud obscuring them. The shallow waves of the bay rocked the ship from front to back. Killian gave thought to getting up to turn ninety degrees, but instead tipped his head and drained the remaining contents of his flask down his throat.

He shouldn’t have come back.

Robin had called, though, and Killian couldn’t deny him of all people. He was his only family with Liam long gone and he’d be damned if he left Robin alone now that Marian was gone as well.

And seven years should have been enough time to heal a broken heart, right?

It was the sound of the unsteady slapping of small feet on the deck that pulled him from his brooding and he turned on his side to find Roland wobbling towards him. He reached out as Roland neared and the boy dropped next to him, tucking himself into Killian’s chest.

“You all right, lad?” he whispered.

Roland nodded but a sniffle racked his chest and Killian soothed his hand along his small, protruding belly.

He began to hum, hoping to unlock a tune from the recesses of his brain. He was struggling to recall what it was his mother used to sing to him, the opening notes eluding him. He settled instead for starting in the middle, and as he went the remaining notes came back and he sung quietly against the crown of Roland’s head.


“She’s the sheriff?” he asked Robin as they both nursed cups of coffee at the diner the next morning.

Robin shrugged and held another sugar cube at the surface of his coffee, watching the color bleed across before dropping it in.

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The Fisherman - A Tayvin Oneshot

Taylor was never one for the idea of soul mates. The whole idea of there being only one person you’re meant to be with – one, single, solitary person out of the seven billion living and breathing souls on the planet, spread out across every corner of the globe, how only one of those millions of millions of variations of personalities and hearts were meant for you – she just didn’t buy it. It sounded farfetched, even for someone like her, the world’s biggest hopeless romantic. It was impossible. The sheer statistical improbability of a soul mate was impossible. The odds were just not in your favor, nor were they ever going to be. It was a game everyone liked to play, but no one could ever win.

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