Soulmate AU: Everyone has a line that starts from their ring finger that goes to their heart, and in the line is spells out the very frst thoughts you have about your soulmate.
Tyrannus Basilton Pitch hates his line. It’s just like everyone else, but there is only one word repeated over and over and over again. “Wow.” Am I really not more creative than that? Whoever my soulmate is better be “wow” worthy otherwise I will be pissed off. Then again, I’m pissed off a lot.
I wonder what other people’s lines say. Some just say “They’re beautiful,” where others say “Those shoes are ugly as hell.” I think it’s funny, the variety of thoughts that people can have about someone they are truly destined for. Not that I believe all this shit. My friend Agatha doesn’t have a line. When she was younger she wanted to get a tattoo of one, just to make her look normal, but since then the tattooing of the lines have become illegal. I guess there have been too many people in Agatha’s position where they get lines and steal soulmates from other people. Agatha isn’t like that though. She just wanted a line, no words, to make her look normal.
Work today is slow as a bitch. Why does no one want coffee? Coffee is great. I am debating getting some when the door dings open. Two people walk in, but the sun from outside blocks my view of them.
“Honesty, Simon, do you really need to go to every single store in London to find these bloody scones? I want to go home,” a girl’s voice said.
“Yes, Penny. You know I am addicted to them.”
I rolled my eyes. Wow, I thought. Scones?
Then I froze.
I thought wow.
Simon and Penny walked up to the counter. “Hi! Do you have scones?”
“Um, yeah, what kind do you want?” I asked him, movements slow in case he realized that maybe I was his soulmate.
“Sour cherry,” he said. And then he froze. “Give us a minute will you?”
He dragged the girl away and whispered to her. His hands were moved everywhere, he gestured to where his line is, and he blushed when he realized I was staring at him. I got the sour cherry scones for him, I didn’t know how much he wanted so I just gave him five since they are sold in bundles of five. I waited for them at the counter. Penny went and sat down and he walked back to the counter. Holy shit. He’s really cute.
He has bronze curls and blue eyes. His face is covered in freckles and little moles and it’s the cutest thing I’ve seen in a while.
“I have five scones for you, do you want more?” I ask him.
“Five is good, but I would like your number,” he replies. Damn, he’s good.
“Let me get that for you..?”
“Simon. My name is Simon “Your Soulmate” Snow.“ He actually used finger quotes around "Your Soulmate.” He smirked like hell when he did that. Why did I feel like he should never smirk?
“That’s smooth, Snow. That’s smooth,” I whispered as I was writing my number on his receipt. “Now, just because you are my soulmate doesn’t mean you don’t have to pay for these scones and my number. That’ll be 3.49.”
“Does that include or not include your phone number?” He asked, handing me the money.
“My number costs one date with you.” I answered, handing him the scones and my number. “I’m off in an hour.”
“I’ll wait for you here,” he winked and walked back to Penny, who was silently recording the entire encounter.
“Did you get it?” Snow whispered just a little too loud.
The first time he realizes that anger could be a tool, he
feels the world shift on its axis. He reads everything he can get his hands on,
careful to clear his browsing history and ambivalent of the searching looks the
librarian gives him. So many books preach mindfulness. One’s craft should
always be free of negative emotions. You must practice meditation, cleanse
yourself and your surroundings on a constant basis. Anger, doubt, fear, all
poisons to one’s craft.
Dex begins to feel like maybe witchery isn’t in his nature.
baz feels empty sometimes. i got inspired for this fic by listening to let’s hurt tonight by one republic. the lyrics of the song don’t really have that much in common with the fic, it’s more the feel of the song that inspired me.
word count: 2k
Baz hadn’t been over for a few days. When Penny thought of it she realised it must have been at least a week since she’d seen Baz in the flat. Being busy with her homework had kept her ignorant to this, but now it was weekend and Simon was alone in his room. It was… strange. Baz often couldn’t stay away for longer than two days and the two of them barley ever spent time at Baz’ place.
Penny wondered if there was a chance that they were in a fight. Even more so, she wondered if she should get involved with whatever was going on between the two of them or not. Her instant response to that would have been no, she was not involving herself in their problems. Though, after she’d thought it over again, she cared a lot more about their relationship than she would have preferred. They were both her friends—and she did not have many more friends besides the two of them—which meant she wished them the best they could have. Especially after all that Simon and Baz had already endured.
After a few moments lost in thought she decided that just asking Simon about it was the least she could do. Offering herself as a supportive listener was different from involving herself in their problems, she told herself.
“Come in,” said Simon shortly after Penny had knocked on his bedroom door.
She walked into his bedroom and saw Simon slouched on his bed with his laptop resting on his lap. He seemed relaxed, probably too relaxed for him to be in a fight with his boyfriend. Simon didn’t hide his emotions very well, you could basically feel any emotion radiating from him. Penny realised she would have known from more than just Baz’ absence if Simon and Baz had been in a fight. So… they weren’t in a fight?
“Baz hasn’t been around for a while. Why isn’t he here tonight? It’s weekend,” Penny asked, unable to keep the curiosity inside her.
Simon shrugged. “He’s been sick the last few days.”
Penny frowned at that. “But, Simon, he’s a vampire.”
Simon copied her frown. “I know… I guess it’s sick as in not feeling well. A vampire can still not feel well right?”
“But,” Penny was still a bit confused about it all, “you don’t know anything more than that? What did he tell you exactly.”
“He said he wasn’t coming by because he wasn’t feeling well.”
“You didn’t ask him what was going on?” Penny asked.
Simon stared at her for a little while. “Should I have?”
“Didn’t you want to know?”
Simon shrugged again. “What difference would it have made?”
“You would have known.” And maybe he needs you, she thought, though she quickly argued herself on that. Baz knew Simon and knew the way Simon worked. If Baz was in need of Simon he should’ve told Simon. You couldn’t expect from Simon to read everything between the lines.
“I guess I would have, but knowing he isn’t feeling well seemed like enough information. I told him I’ll wait for him until he feels better.”
“Maybe you could visit him. Don’t you miss him?” Penny pushed.
“I could,” Simon said and became quiet for a bit. “What if he just wants rest, Penny? He didn’t tell me to come visit him.”
“Did he tell you not to come?”
“You could just text him and ask him if he’d like you to visit him,” Penny encouraged him. Penny felt a little ridiculous for having to help Simon this way, but she knew that sometimes Simon just needed a bit of guidance onto the right path.
Simon nodded. “I will.”
“Good,” Penny said in satisfaction and she left his room.
A few minutes later Simon was at her bedroom door to let her know that he was going over to Baz’ place. Penny smiled to herself whilst shaking her head slightly. The two of them were a piece of work.
I have a money maker that I’m a big fan of - it once netted me $2000 when I was only asking for enough to cover rent. Has to do with transforming pennies into cash. I tried refining with dimes, but nope, pennies. A bit of a pain in the ass actually bc pennies have been discontinued in Canada.
so? everyone doesn't like lucien because he tries to force feyre to go back to spring? BUt he doesn't know what the night court is actually like? everything he tells feyre about it is what he believes? so,, in his mind,, this guy this rhys is manipulating her or forcing her or ect. and he wants her safe and tamlin isn't safe but its safer than the sadistic killers he tells feyre about in tar?? and he saw how rhys treated feyre in utm - and it was noT. nice. he's just trying to help her?
Yeah?? I think people kind of…struggle seeing things from Lucien’s perspective? Feyre is their main character, concern and focus so they just…Look at things from her POV and focus on her needs and situation and don’t really…Think of anyone outside it? I don’t think the Inner Circle helps in this instance because they were, all of them, almost as instrumental in Feyre’s recovery and understanding of her abuse as Rhys was. They just consider the character’s surface actions not the context behind them (like the fact the IC are in a position to help Feyre and will face 0 negative consequences for that which…isn’t exactly what Lucien is facing here)
And then, as you point of, Lucien doesn’t know what Rhys is like really? This is the man who has put on the public face of the High Lord persona he uses in the Court of Nightmares for years before Lucien was even born. As far as Lucien knew/was aware of he was the right hand and whore of the woman who gouged his eye out and cursed his High Lord, himself, and his people. This is also the man who held Lucien’s mind and was ready to crush it and completely strip Lucien of his self and identity. This was something that Rhys was capable of doing while Amarantha was holding a good portion of his power in thrall so it’s not really a surprise that Lucien believes Rhys is fully capable, both in terms of his powers and his morals, of manipulating Feyre, making her love him, turn her back on Tamlin for the purposes of hurting Tamlin. (because…using Feyre to hurt/use Tamlin is something Rhys has done before)
Rhys was playing a part, yes…but it’s a part that he played extremely well and revealed to few. That has consequences. While I agree that Tamlin wildly overreacted when he went to Hybern for help the fact remains that his reasons for doing that actually comprise…pretty sound logic. Look at it from their point of view.
Rhys forced Feyre into a bargain UtM entitling him to take her for a week per month. He turned up to enforce this bargain during their wedding (Lucien had no idea that Feyre was panicking at this point and begging for help - he’s not a mind reader) He basically kidnaps Feyre as far as Lucien is concerned and this time she doesn’t come home…she sends them a letter but, like, what’s the more believable scenario for him? That Rhys forged said letter to taunt Tamlin or that this all powerful, malevolent, sadistic lord of night taught the young, illiterate girl how to read and write so she could send it herself? Yeah. Add to that Tamlin’s…instability and Lucien’s desperation to keep his court and his home together, plus his worry for his friend in the hands of this sadistic court who plants severed heads in their fountains for the hell of it and it’s…not entirely surprising that Lucien is fearful for Feyre’s safety and wants to bring her home (by force if necessary because she can’t see past Rhys’s influence) Rhys made this bed, frankly, in ACOTAR and in the centuries before cultivating a reputation that keeps his people safe but incredibly isolated. Lucien just seems to be the one fandom is forcing to lie in it.
Also I feel like people focus on what Lucien didn’t do rather than what he did (and what happened to him as a result)
Like, he’s known Tamlin…pretty much his entire life, let’s say 350 years for easy counting shall we? Tamlin took him in, gave him a place, a position of respect in his court and protects him from his sadistic murderous family. And has done so for three hundred and fifty years. Feyre on the other hand he’s known for, what? less than two years certainly at this point, she showed up after she killed and skinned one of his friends (something Lucien feels guilty about) Plus the fact that Tamlin. Is. Abusing. Him. Tamlin has been emotionally and physically abusing Lucien for centuries that kind of thing isn’t something you can just switch off and overcome for the sake of bettering someone else’s situation? If it was he’d have left that court and that influence years ago (if he even recognises the situation he’s in which is…sadly doubtful)
And in spite of literally all of that Lucien still helps Feyre??? Repeatedly??? He’s willing to let Rhys wipe him out to protect her name (and he’s only spared because Feyre intervenes). He saves her life and is brutally whipped for it. He nearly dies alongside her in the second task because he’s someone that no-one will mourn and more importantly that no-one will help and he knows that and accepts it. He tells her not to make him pick…Not to make him pick between her, someone he’s known less than a year at this point, who killed his friend but that he’s befriended anyway and his High Lord, the man he considers a friend, the person he’s sworn to obey and the person he completely and utterly relies on for everything. And he still stands up to him. Repeatedly. Even when Feyre won’t, when she’s given up effectively Lucien pushes back again and again and again. He gets dismissed, belittled and physically harmed as a result of this. Yet he still promises to try again in spite of that.
And guess what? Fandom saying that Lucien should do more? That he isn’t trying hard enough? That he’s sitting back letting this happen in spite of his position, in spite of his abuse, in spite of the consequences of him pushing back even a little. Lucien feels like this too. Lucien feels guilty for not doing more.
Thoughts slammed into me, images and memories, a pattern of
thinking and feeling that was old, and clever, and sad, so endlessly sad and
guilt-ridden, hopeless— Then I was back,
blinking, no more than a heartbeat passing as I gaped at Lucien. His head. I had
been inside his head, had slid through his mental
People, myself included, have focused on this passage as showing that Lucien is likely depressed due to his situation, that he feels ‘endlessly sad’ and hopeless which isn’t really surprising. But in this moment he also feels guilt-ridden, not just feeling a little bad or a little guilty, fully guilt-ridden. This is the moment where Feyre encourages Lucien to push back because they’re right and Tamlin is wrong and she wants him to fight for that and instead he backs down.
And this is how he responds to the situation. He feels sad, he feels guilty and he feels hopeless. He feels guilty about not pushing back, not standing up for Feyre (not himself) but he also feels hopeless. There is nothing he can do. There is a limit to what he can do, the impact he can have and he knows that. Lucien isn’t stupid, Lucien is actually pretty damn switched on and intuitive when it comes to people and he knows Tamlin well, he knows what’s going to happen if he and Feyre keep pushing and he knows it’s not going to be pretty or pleasant for either of them.
This isn’t laziness, this isn’t silence, this isn’t complicity (that argument genuinely disgusts me tbh) this is survival instinct. This is a person who has been trapped in this situation for a very long time and has learned when to shut his mouth for his own good. That isn’t selfish; that’s just what he’s been forced to become to survive this situation and I don’t know how anyone can truly blame him for that.
Feyre needs help in this situation and Lucien can’t give it to her (though he tries, puts himself at risk to try for her) because Lucien needs help too. A little bit of compassion wouldn’t go amiss tbh, Lucien is suffering from PTSD and depression, is being emotionally and physically abused by someone he’s indebted to and completely relies upon….and he still tries to help Feyre. Let’s just…think about that for a minute before we start accusing him of ‘supporting Tamlin’s abuse’ please and thanks.
So this is for @carryon-countdown Day 8: Front seats for people who haven’t been kidnapped by f**king numpties. So ye I thought that I could use that for an amazing roadtrip thingy ma boober. So ye here ya go!
“ROADTRIP!” Simon calls, waking up the whole frickin house. About a week ago Bunce promised him that we’d take advantage of her and Micah being here by going on a road trip all around England. I don’t know why Bunce wanted to do it, but my idiot of a boyfriend sure is excited.
It is that exact idiot that wakes me up at precisely 5:32 in the morning. And he doesn’t do it kindly either. I’m pulled out of my muddled dream when Simon Snow jumps on top of me, startling me.
“What the–” I say as I shoot up, knocking my forehead with Simon’s. I lay back down, covering my eyes with my arm.
“Baaaazzzzz,” he says, shaking my shoulders. I feel his tail whipping around excitedly smacking against my legs in a way that is really painful. His wings rustle around him and I practically feel the excitement radiating off of him.
I groan and roll over, which causes him to fall off of me onto the ground. I cringe a little at the thump, but Simon just gets back up and shakes my shoulder.
“Baz we’re going on a road trip today,” he says excitedly.
“Uggghhhhhh,” I groan again, putting my head underneath the pillow. He pulls on my arm.
“C’mon Baaaazzz. Can you please make breakfast?”
“Why can’t we just buy food,” I whine, wanting to fall asleep without this imbecile picking at me. He throws himself on top of me again, wrapping his arms around me in the way he knows I can’t resist.
“Pwease Baz?” he says again. I can almost see him making puppy-dog eye. I turn over so I’m facing him, our faces inches apart. I squint at the bright sunlight and look into his blue eyes, knowing that he’s going to get what he wants because I’m weak and Simon is just too cute.
“Fine you idiot. Just get off of me,” I grumble. Simon makes a noise of delight and then presses a quick kiss to my lips, scrambling off of me. I sit up, my head swimming and my eyes stinging from the sunlight. I yawn and open my eyes fully to see Simon Snow looking at me with wide eyes. He looks like a puppy whose owner just came home. Simon Snow is the literal definition of a puppy, period. He has the excitement of one where he could run around for hours on end and he has his moments where he’ll just curl up on the couch and fall asleep, no matter what time of day it is. Me and Bunce usually throw a blanket on him and I’ll sit beside him, playing with his curls. He has a tail that constantly thumps against my legs when he’s happy and will stop when he’s sad. Sometimes he’ll curl it around my leg as he sleeps on my chest, and it makes me clutch him tighter.
He might be annoying, but I love this idiot. So I just drag myself into the kitchen, make some coffee (black. Like my soul), and start making waffles while Simon runs around, waking everyone up. Then, all of us, Penny, Micah, Simon, Agatha (who came all the way from California to visit), and I eat breakfast around a cramped table that was meant for two (what can I say? We don’t get guests often. It’s always just me and Snow).
After breakfast, I see Micah pull Simon into an empty room in the corner of my eye. Simon looks surprised, but follows, and when he comes out, his excited energy has shifted to nervousness. I only wonder what happened…
“Uh, Simon?” Micah says as I’m putting the orange juice in the fridge. His dark curls are a mess, as if he’s been ruffling them and his hands fiddle nervously with the helm of his sweatshirt.
“Yeah?” I say.
“Can I talk to you for a sec?” I tilt my head in question, but he takes my arm and pulls me into an empty room. The guest bedroom where him and Penny are staying. He closes the door and takes a deep breath.
“I want to propose to Penny,” he says in a rush. Now I understand why he’s nervous.