she would look better than me though

I Don’t Mean It (pt 7)

You hesitated to open the door. You didn’t even know if Taehyung was going to be there, but something told you that he was. You look through the little peephole as if you didn’t know who was at the door. Your heart sank when you could see all seven figures there. You smiled a little though as Hoseok leaned in close to the little hole and tried to peek back.

You opened the door slowly and greeted the boys, letting them into your apartment. 

The next couple of hours went by as they usually would have. Some of the boys raided your fridge, but to their dismay, it was rather empty. Taehyung didn’t bother even looking at you or talking to you, so you wondered why he even bothered to come. He eventually excused himself to get some air on your balcony. You felt a rush of cold air rush into your otherwise warm apartment as he slid the door open. You watched his figure walk out and promptly close the door behind him.

You finally felt a little at ease, but you still didn’t know how to confront him or when. The other guys noticed the strange look on your face.

“This actually worked out well. Less work on our part” Yoongi said out of the blue.

“What?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“We actually wanted you and Tae to talk things out but we didn’t really know how to get you two alone. But this works out” Namjoon said.

“Alone? What are you talking about” you asked again.

“Yeah…we’re going to go ahead and go. You two talk and figure this out” Jin said as he and the rest of the boys got up.

“You can do it Y/N!” Jungkook said as he patted your shoulder as he and the rest of the boys walked past you. You stood there in shock. You were finally, quite literally, forced to confront Taehyung.

You finally noticed Jimin standing in front of you, not realizing that he didn’t walk out with the rest of the group.

“You can do this Y/N. We’ll always be here for you, ok? Let me know how it goes” he says with a sad smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, but you could still feel your heart race.

A few moments after the six of them were gone, you awkwardly fidgeted around your living room, constantly checking to see if Taehyung showed any signs of coming back in. After a few more minutes, you had your back faced to the balcony, checking your phone after you received a few messages from Min Joo.

You heard the balcony door open and the cold air once again and you after what felt like a few hours, you turned around. Taehyung looked around the room and he seemed very confused. 

“Where are they?” he asked finally. You realized you hadn’t heard his voice in almost two months and you realized just now how much you missed it. 

“They uh, just left.” you said, trying to sound calm while it felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest at any moment. You hated confrontation with a passion.

“Why? You know what, nevermind. I’ll leave too” he said, starting to walk towards the front door behind you.

“Wait! Tae!” you said hurriedly.

Tae. You let the name slip. He probably didn’t like you calling him that. Not anymore at least. But little did you know that it made his heart skip a beat too. He missed your voice just as much as you missed his.

“What?” he asked dryly. He was afraid of showing any emotion because he was scared of forgiving you in a heartbeat.

“C-can we talk?” you ask, not daring to look into his eyes.

“About?” he asks bac.

“A-about us? I-I just want to know what really happened between us” you asked. You were trying so hard not to let the tears form but the stinging in your eyes told you that you didn’t have much longer till you broke.

“I think I already told you how I felt.” he said coldly.

“Taehyung what the hell did I do to you?” you say, wanting to finally get it all out. 

He groaned in response. 

“Fine, you want to talk? Let’s talk Y/N” he said quite loudly. You flinched in response. “Why are you pretending to be so innocent? I know what you fucking did” he spat out.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, begging him to spill.

“Are you really going to pretend like you don’t know what you did Y/N?” he said, getting louder with almost every word. You could feel the tears start to form in your eyes, blurring your vision.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” you say back.

“The reporter? The article he wrote? The payment? Any of the fucking ring a bell?” he says.

“what? what reporter? what article?” you ask, genuinely confused.

“YOU TALKED TO A REPORTER. YOU TOLD HIM ABOUT ALL THE SECRETS I SHARED WITH YOU. AND YOU EVEN TOOK MONEY AS SOME PAYMENT. DID YOU HONESTLY THINK I WOULDNT FIND OUT?” he was yelling now. If you weren’t scared before, you were now. You had never seen him so angry. He took a glass from the kitchen counter and threw it on the ground. The glass shattered immediately, almost as quickly as your heart.

“Taehyung I never talked to any reporter, let alone take any money.” you say through the tears.

“Oh just shut it. I know the truth, so stop denying it. How…how could you take advantage of our friendship like that? Take advantage of the rest of the members like that?” he asks with a sadness clearly evident in his eyes.

You were full out crying now, with your heart breaking more and more with every word he said. 

“Taehyung..I-I d-didn’t.” you said, starting to sob.

“SHUT IT.’re disgusting” he says, heaving.

“You…You really believe that? You think that lowly of me?” you ask slowly, still looking at the ground. “You really think I did something that terrible?”

“I wouldn’t put it beyond you.” he said coldly.

“And nothing I say would make you believe me?” you ask finally.

“What excuse could you possibly give. I would never believe you. You’re no better than the rest of them. Just wait until I tell the rest of guys. I never want to see you again” he spat out.

“I-I guess that’s it then.” you said

Taehyung took one final glance at you. He didn’t know why his heart sank seeing you cry the way you did. The way you looked completely broken. “she deserves it, though” he tells himself as he walks out the door.

A/N: omg finally the confrontation. I think I might go back to texts for the next part if it fits with the plot but I’m not sure yet. Want a part 8? Let me know or I won’t write one ha!  

Thanks for all the support so far! It’s been fun writing this series. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

His || Jungkook  || 0.11

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Jungkook’s POV - Starts after the scene where Seokjin had told Y/N about them being werewolves.

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I Can’t Lose You, Not Again- Harry Hook x Reader

Originally posted by lavendertitties

A/n I am trying to finish up all my request since I haven’t been on my A game with writing and getting them done(Kind of). So I should be updating more often, well until school starts. Also, I am surprised at all the notes I got on my other Harry one. I got more on that one then my Carlos one XD

Request/Summary: Hi! can I get an imagine where Y/N is Harry’s girl and she gets in a nasty fight with Uma but Harry doesn’t believe Uma started it, so she was feeling so heartbroken that she left and Evie snuck her in the limo while leaving for Auradon (the first time) and Harry was looking everywhere for her and days later he saw her on tv in the red carpet of coronation day and Uma told him the truth and he was done? And then y/n returned because of Ben and they saw each other again? Thank youuu

During the story you pick between three dresses, just in case you are confused at the picture during the story. You guys are smart though so I am sure you have figured that out yourself.

Warnings: None

Y/nn= Your nickname

“Hey y/nn, do you want to come with me? I have a few errand to run, if you know what I mean,” I heard Uma ask me.

“Sorry Uma I can’t, I have to finish this one for Gil. Maybe next time though,” I told her as I kept working. 

“God, why do I even keep you around? You never want to do anything I ask you to do or go on errands with me. I don’t know what Harry sees in you,” Uma stated harshly. I looked back at her, shocked that she would say that.

“What do you mean you don’t know why you keep me around or what Harry sees in me,” I questioned her as my voice began to rise.

“You aren’t good or bad enough to be in our crew. You are a weakling that I only keep around for Harry even though I shouldn’t. You drag him down, I mean he could do do much better than you. Just look at you. You are so pathetic, you are just a weak child who needs someone to hold there hand,” She shouted back.

“I do not need my hand held. I don’t even need you or your stupid pirate crew. You are the weak one, you are the child who needs their hand held. You wouldn’t be anyone without your crew,” I shot back just as angry.

“You know what, why don’t you just leave? No on wants you here,” She sneered back.

“I think Harry would disagree, he would chose me over anyone anyday,” I yelled back even though I knew if he had to chose between me and Uma I would lose.

“We both know that is a lie. Harry doesn’t even love you, he only keeps you around because he pities you,” She said lowering her voice and getting in my face.

“You know what, I don’t need you. Why don’t I just go and join Mal’s crew, how would you like that Shrimpy? I know a lot of dirty secrets that I am sure the four of them would love to know,” I stated as a wicked grin came across my face.

“What’s going on here,” I heard a scottish accent ask from behind me. Uma backed up from me and looked at Harry.

“Y/n here was just saying how weak I was and I was a child who needed my hand held. She said she was going to join Mal’s crew because she doesn’t need us. Princess here threatened to spill our dirty secrets,” Uma said making Harry’s eyes widen.

“Y/n why one earth would you say that? You know Uma isn’t weak, why else would she be the captain and why would you threaten to spill out secrets,” He asked me, completely ignoring the fact Uma said I would join the rival gang.

“Harry she started it. Uma said she didn’t know what you saw in me and asked why she even kept me around. I was just defending myself,” I said trying to get him on my side, the right side if I might add.

“Harry, you know I would never say that,” She lied, trying to persuade him. He looked over at Uma who gave him an innocent look and then looked back at me.

“Uma would never say such things, I think you should apologize y/n,” He defended her. I looked at him like he was crazy.

“Please tell me you aren’t being serious? How could you not believe me, I am your girlfriend. Are you really going to take her side over mine,” I asked in disbelief. 

“I have known Uma longer than you and if she says she didn’t start it then she didn’t,”  He replied. I laughed bitterly and shook my head.

“You know what Hook, why don’t you just date her then since you can trust her more,” I angrily stated as I got up and stormed out of the Chip shop. I heard Harry calling my name but I just picked up my pace. I made my way over to where the Vk’s were and saw them all there. They all smiled at me but quickly frowned when I bursted into tears. Evie was the first one up and wrapped her arms around me.

“What’s wrong y/nn,” She asked with concern in her voice. The other three followed right behind her and they created a little huddle around me.

“I-I was t-talking to Uma a-and we got into an a-argument which she started and Harry c-cam in and he asked what happened. So I-I told him and he d-din’t believe me and s-sided with her,” I stuttered out as tears poured down my face.

“What? How could he side with her, you’re his girl,” Jay asked with angry in him voice.

“Y/n if he can’t defend you, then he doesn’t deserve you,” Carlos said.

“They’re right, you know,” Mal asked. I nodded my head knowing they were right.

“If you want, we are leaving for Auradon tomorrow. I could sneak you into the limo,” She asked. I thought it over and decided I would go. My whole life I had wanted to go to auradon and now that I have the chance I am going to take it.

“I would love to go,” I said with a small smile. They all pulled me into a hug and I left soon after so I could pack. Tomorrow was going to be a star to a brand new life, a life without Harry Hook.

Harry Pov-

It had been a day since Y/n, Uma, and I had and I felt terrible. I shouldn’t have sided with Uma, y/n is my girlfriend after all. I had spent the whole day looking for her but I couldn’t find her. It was getting late and I was making no progress. No one knew where she was and I was getting angry. I knew she was mad at me but that didn’t mean she had to hid from me. It was getting dark so I just decided to call it a night. I would just wake up early so I could find her, it had only been one day and I was already going insane without her. I need her back.

~A couple days later~

It had been a few days since I last saw y/n and I was worried. Every second of the day I was looking for my y/n hoping she would show up but she never did. I was currently in the Fish shop eating quickly so I could go out and look for her. Uma walked in and turned on the tv. That’s when I heard her beautiful laughter. I immediately turned around and looked at the tv. I looked at the screen in shock and awe. I was shocked that she would go to  Auradon without telling me but in awe at how gorgeous she looked in her dress.

Uma followed my gaze to the tv and gasped. 

“I didn’t think she would take what I said seriously,” She said, a guilty look spreading across me face.

“You actually said those horrible things to her,” I yelled at her. She lowered her head and avoided my gaze.

“I can’t believe I didn’t believe her when she was telling the truth. This, this is all my fault,” I breathed out. Uma took my hand and shook her head.

“No it’s not, it is may fault. I should have told you I lied. I don’t even know why I said those things, I never even meant them,” She said in a strained voice. I didn’t say anything back, I couldn’t say anything back.

“I know one thing though, those four took her from us. We need revenge on them for all the wrong they have ever caused us,” Uma said with venom dripping from her tongue. I nodded my head fast. She was right, they took her from me. Without them or Beasty Boy, y/n would still be here with me and everything would have been fine. 

“You’re right, I want revenge,” I growled out.

“And you will get it, we all will,” She stated with an evil grin. I may not be the brightest lad or be able to count but I knew one thing. I will have my revenge and I will get y/n back.

~6 months later~

Your pov

“What do you mean Mal went back,” I questioned wondering why in the world someone would want to go back.

“She just left, I don’t understand why she would leave but she did,” Evie sighed out.

“Listen y/n, I know you probably don’t want to go back because of Harry but we need you. Mal needs you right now,” Evie said taking my hands in her.

“I know and I intend to be there, for her,” I hesitantly said. I knew I had to go but I didn’t know if I could see him again. He was my everything and it took so long to get over him. I still wasn’t over Harry but what could I do? I couldn’t abandon my friend just because of my fear. No, I had to do this for Mal.

~After limo drive~

“Hey, are you ok,” Ben asked me as he pulled me into a side hug. I gave him a small smile.

“I’m fine I just, this place brings back horrible memories,” I told him, earning a sad look in response.

“Hey what does that tube lead to,” Ben asked, making me quickly pull him away.

“You don’t want to know, trust me,” I said with a low growl in my voice. We started walking away but I stopped. 

“Hey guys do you mind if I just walk around? I will meet you at the old hang out,” I told them. 

“Y/n if you are going to talk to Harry-” Carlos started but I cut him off.

“I’m not I just, I want to just look around,” I said trying to convinces them I wasn’t looking for Harry. Honestly, I was trying to convince myself more then I was them. Part of me hoped that I would accidentally bump into him but I knew it wouldn’t happen and that it was better that way. They all said ok but mumbled their complaints. I quickly walked off before they could stop me. It had been so long since I was here but the place barely changed. I was absentmindedly walking around when I bumped into someone.

“Hey watch where you-,”  started but stopped when I saw who it was.

“Gil,” I said excitedly pulling him into a hug.

“Hey y/n! I have missed you so much,” He murmured into my hair.

“I missed you too,” I said cheerfully. We pulled a part and gave each other friendly smiles.

“So are you back for good? Oh I should go tell Harry and Uma! They have missed you so much. They are going to be so-,” I cut him off.

“No! Harry and Uma don’t need to know I am back and I’m not staying,” I told him sternly,

“What? Of course I am going to tell them,” He responded back.

“Oh, there you are,” I heard Jay say.

“Wait a minute, you’re King Ben,” Gil exclaimed. Ben and the others tried to deny it but I knew Gil and even though that boy wasn’t the brightest, he would still know that was Ben.

“We have to go Gil but it was good seeing you,” I stated quickly as I pushed them all away. We made it to our old hang out and we all wished Ben luck.

“What did Gil say to you,” I heard Evie ask, breaking the silence. I felt all of their gazes on me as I looked down to the floor.

“He just said how much he, Uma, and Harry missed me,” I whispered out. I looked up at all of them and they gave me sympathetic looks. I turned my head to the stairs when I heard footsteps. 

“Where is she,” I asked, confused as to why he came down alone.

“She isn’t coming back,” Ben mumbled out.

“What! Let me go talk to her,” I said as I began to walk the stairs.

“Mal,” I called out.

“Please just go,” She weakly said back.

“Not until you tell me why you left,”I sternly said, not giving up so easy.

“Y/n I don’t belong there, I belong here. I’m not some pink princess, I can’t pretend to be who I’m not anymore. I can’t,” She sobbed out. I pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back.

“Then don’t, no one wanted you too. Mal, Ben didn’t fall in love with you because you were a princess. He fell in love with the real you, we all did M. If you are so unhappy though, I understand your decision. I just want you to know that we have your back no matter what, I have your back,” I told her which caused her crying to calm down.

“Thank you y/n, that means a lot to me,” She said with a smile.

“No problem.”

“Guys we have bad news,” Jay yelled out from the other side of the room.

“What’s wrong,” I questioned, my voice full of concern.

“What, where’s Ben,” I asked more panicked.

“Ben’s been captured by Uma and her crew. We just talked to Harry and he wants you two to go down to the Chip shop with no one else,” Carlos said. I gasped. No, I wasn’t ready to see him yet. I wasn’t ready to see any of them yet.

“If you guys never would have brought him here, this never would have happened. What were you thinking,” Mal yelled at us.

“He was gonna come with or without us, we just wanted to protect him,” Evie protested.

“Yeah and we completely blew it,” Carlos snapped back stepping in front of Evie.

“Okay, okay so what are we going to do,” Jay asked.

“We are not do anything. This is between Uma, y/n, and I and she is a punk. Guess what, now we have to go get him,” Mal stated, clearly aggravated.

“Whoa, whoa Mal. You guys are still going to have to go through Harry, Gil, and her whole crew,” Carlos said concerned. 

“Yeah, you are going to nee us,” Jay backed up Carlos. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. They weren’t going to hurt us, no matter how crazy they were.

“She said for only us two to go,” Mal argued back.

“Mal come one,” Evie pleaded back. 

“She said to go with no one else,” I finally said back.

“I know one thing, I’m not going anywhere,” Carlos stated, sitting down.

“We’ll be here when you get back,” Jay said, caving in. Mal and I left, making our to Uma’s shop.

“You sure you want to do this,” Mal asked as we got closer. I nodded my head in response. We got to the shop and Mal walked in first.

“I’m back,” She sang out. I stayed back for a second, not having the courage to walk in yet.

“Loser, party of one. Right this way, wait a second.Where is y/n,” Uma asked. Before Mal could answer I walked in.

“Right here,” I said in an unamused tone. I saw a look of happiness and surprise flash on her face.

“I can’t believe you are actually here, I didn’t believe Gil,” She stated in disbelief.

“Well I am here,” I simply said. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a pirate in a red coat and a hook. Uma slid a chair over to Mal but walked over to me.

“Harry wants to talk to you, he is over there. I just wanted to say I am so sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said and it was wrong of me to lie. I-I don’t know what I was thinking,” she apologized. Something about the way she spoke and her body language made me believe she was telling the truth.

“It’s alright but we aren’t cool. I am sticking with Mal on this one, Ben has become one of my closest friends. I will do what I have to to get him back,” I told her which caught her off guard.

“I see, like I said Harry is over there,” She pointed him out. I locked eyes with him and all the feelings I had for him came rushing back. I hesitantly walked over to where he was.

“Hello darling,” He said when I was right next to him.

“Hook,” I replied coldly. I looked over at him with an emotionless expressions. When I looked into his eyes all I saw was hurt and pain. 

“I’m sorry lass. I should’ve believed you, I don’t know why I didn’t. I know you were right and I feel so dumb for not knowing it then. I looked for you for days, I barely slept or ate. I fell apart without you y/n. Please forgive me,” Harry begged. I wanted to hug him and tell him it was ok, that I forgave him but my hatred took over.

“I can’t forgive you Harry, I just can’t. I have been hurt so many times in my life but when you sided with Uma I felt, not only hurt but betrayed. I can’t go through that again. I love you, but I just can’t,” I told him heartbroken.

“Please y/n I can’t lose you, not again,” Harry begged on the verge of tears.

“I’m sorry Harry but you have already lost me,” I told him as I turned to look at Mal and saw she was done. As we walked out of the shop I gave Harry one last sad look before turning and walking out.

A/n You can send me random questions in my ask box or message me. I have been like super bored lately so it would help a lot.  I don’t plan on making a part 2 to this, if I do it will be after I get most of my request done. Sorry! I know the ending sucks and I haven’t reread it so there are probably a ton of mistakes :/

knight in shining armor || stuart twombly

word count: 2325

warnings: none, just fluff

prompt: none

author’s note: enjoy this cute little imagine of stuart! thanks to @sarcasticallystilinski for letting me run the idea by her! 


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Family: 12x12 Coda

“Castiel?” Mary tapped lightly on his door.

“He spent the night with Dean,” Sam told her. He was leaning in his own doorway.

“Oh? I just wanted to check in on him. I suppose Dean’s keeping an eye on him.” She smiled knowingly. “Are they…? I mean he told Dean he loved him last night.”

Sam shrugged. “If know. I half expected Dean to drive off somewhere in the middle of the night and drink himself stupid. He doesn’t do feelings.” He put an arm around his mother and walked her to the kitchen for some coffee and a longer chat.

“The waitress yesterday morning?” Mary asked.

“Classic Dean. Alpha male, pack leader. Clearly not interested in her but still asserts his masculinity. He knows Cas isn’t looking to hook up with anyone. He’s not the casual sex kind of guy.”

“And you and Dean are?” It was a fair enough question.

Sam shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Not a topic he wanted to discuss with his mother. “No time for relationships. Let’s leave it at that. And not so much for one night stands the past couple years. I think we went and got too old for it.”

“Maybe it’s because Dean has Castiel. Maybe the whole show yesterday was to throw us off, keep it a secret. But when you’re dying you say things you think you may never say again.”

Sam cleared his throat. Dean stumbled into the kitchen with an equally half awake angel behind him. They grunted their greetings to the other Winchesters and Cas flopped down beside Mary whilst Dean fixed them some coffee. They noticed Cas was wearing some of Dean’s things and his hair was particularly unruly like he’d actually slept.

“Rough night?” Sam asked. He figured one of them would answer him.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve slept. Dean’s bed is quite comfortable, though. It was easier to rest than I anticipated.” Cas was straightforward as usual.

Mary looked to Dean. He didn’t look remotely flustered. No posturing. “Did you get any sleep, Dean?”

“Better than I have in years.”

Sam fought a smirk. “So you slept…together?”

Dean glared at him over his cup. “You got a problem with that?”

Sam shrugged again. “You wanna be cuddle buddies with Cas that’s fine with me. Mom?” He shifted the focus to Mary.

She put her arm around Cas. “I think it’s wonderful that you have each other.” She hugged him to her side. “My boys. My Winchester boys.”

“You’re definitely a Winchester, Cas.” Sam reached across the table to pat his hand. “Whether Dean makes an honest man out of you or not, you’ll always be my brother.”

“Honest man? I am an honest man, Sam.” Cas looked confused.

“He means if we get hitched, married, tie the knot.”

“Oh. I’m afraid we couldn’t wear white as tradition - “

“Oh Jesus Christ, Cas!” Dean shouted. He immediately covered his eyes in embarrassment. Sam and Mary just burst into giggles and eventually Dean broke and joined them.

My family, Cas thought to himself. What did I get myself into?

The AA Team (Alya/Adrien)

@insanitysbloomings and I were talking about Alyadrien parenting and we accidentally created a pair of monsters…

“So…let me get this straight.”

Adrien couldn’t repress the vindictive smile that came across his face as the principal blanched, seemingly bracing himself for the torrent that was to follow. Six words meant that his wife was about to unleash a deluge of words carefully chosen and designed to make whoever was unfortunate enough to displease her wither like autumn leaves.  

“This…boy has been running around the playground all week, pulling on every pigtail, ponytail, and skirt hem he could get his nasty little hands on,” Alya said, leaning back in her chair as she folded her hands in her lap.

“W-We knew of Jean’s, uh, unconventional manner of play for a while,” Principal Lefontaine said, dabbing his bald forehead as Alya’s eyebrow arched over the rim of his glassed. “N-Nevertheless, we feel that Artemis should have used her words to-”

“From what Temi has been saying these last couple of nights, she already told her homeroom teacher that she warned Jean that the next time he snapped her bra strap, she would break his nose,” Adrien said, folding his arms across his chest. “My daughter is not a liar, Mr. Lefontaine.”

“Lying is not why she is currently being suspended,” Principal Lefontaine said.

“No,” Alya said icily. “You’re suspending her because a vicious little brat has been sexually harassing girls all year-”

“Th-that’s a bit far, don’t you think?”  Principal Lefontaine stammered, glancing at Adrien for support. “Mr. Agreste, this is clearly a case of boys just being b-boys, wouldn’t you agree?”

“No,” Adrien said flatly as Alya snorted derisively. “I would not. Artemis’ brother has never put his hands on a girl without their consent-”

“Yet he did kick Jean in the…ahem,” Principal Lefontaine coughed. “Rather hard, if the poor boy’s cries were to be expected.”

“After he saw some oaf grab his sister in a way that made her uncomfortable,” Adrien said with a small nod. “Sounds like the boy we raised, doesn’t it?”

“But, somehow, our childrens’ safety and right to an education isn’t as important as the “play” of the disrespectful little boys in her grade,” Alya said, glaring daggers into the eyes of the man across the desk before turning thoughtfully to her husband. “Do you think Paris should be warned about the fact that their daughters’ safety isn’t Mr. Lefontaine’s chiefest concern?”

“N-Now, there really isn’t any need to get the press involved,” Principal Lefontaine said, raising a hand.

“I am the press,” Alya said with a toothy smile. “So, unless you want this story on the front page of The Local—trust me, the editor owes me a favor—I would kindly reconsider taking any kind of measures against my children.”

“B-But Jean’s parents are going to be here any minute!” Principal Lefontaine said, handkerchief now drenched with sweat. “What am I supposed to tell them? Wh-What am I supposed to tell Jean?”

“That next time, he should listen when my daughter tells him not to put his hands on her body,” Alya said, standing up to leave.

“Or, at the very least, duck,” Adrien added, shooting a small wave over his shoulder. “I have every faith you’ll come to the right decision.”

Outside of the claustrophobic office, three teens sat on opposing benches. On one sat two hazel-eyed children, arms crossed and ankles resting on their opposite knees. As their parents walked out, they shot identical, shit-eating grins at the larger boy across from them currently pressing one pack of ice against his nose and another into his groin.

“Artemis, Apollo,” Adrien said, nodding towards the door with a small smile. “C’mon, let’s go get dinner.”

“See ya Monday, Jeannie,” Artemis said with a small wave as their parents passed through the door.

“Thith ithn’t over,” Jean mumbled through his ice pack. “Your nightmare ith juth beginning, twerpth.”

“Is that what the doctor told your mother when she had you?” Apollo snickered, dodging Jean’s foot as he skipped out the door after his parents.

“You think they deserve to be suspended?”

Adrien looked up from his tablet as Alya crawled into bed. “Do you?”  

“They did fracture that kid’s nose…though it sounds like he was warned,” Alya sighed, rolling over and laying her head on her husband’s shoulder. “And deserved it; god is that bad of me to say?” 

“First time they’ve ever been called in like this,” Adrien said, pressing a kiss into Alya’s hair. “And if they’re gonna get suspended for fighting, at least it was for a good cause.”

“Yeah…I guess so,” Alya sighed happily. “…we raised some good kids, didn’t we?”

“Temi’s definitely your daughter though,” Adrien chuckled.

“Excuse me?” Alya said, rolling over to look up at Adrien as she booped his nose. “That penalty kick Apollo did to that boy’s funbags was pure Chat Noir, don’t you think?”

“He would have made a good superhero,” Adrien said. “Maybe even better than us, you think?”

“Nah…we were pretty good in our day,” Alya said, leaning up and kissing Adrien on his cheek. “You ever think about telling them?”

“About us?” Adrien chuckled. “You think they’d believe us?”

“Nah…probably not,” Alya said, rolling over and turning off the lights.

“Hey, Temi?”


“You ever think about telling mom and dad?”

“About us?” The black clad girl asked, raising her eyebrow at her orange and white clad brother as he twirled his flute between his fingers. “You think they’d believe us?

“Nah…probably not,” Apollo shrugged. A comfortable silence slipped between them as Chat Noire and Renard Rouge leaned against the spire of the Eiffel Tower, watching the city churn beneath them.

Klaus’s Daughter

Request: I guess this counts as a request, I noticed some people wanted a story to go with the imagine I did so here is a one shot of the imagine I did below. Hope you guys enjoy.

It had gotten dark a lot faster than I anticipated, the only sound of the calm night being the wildlife that seems to come alive only when the sun goes down. I breath a sigh as I rush to get home. Father is going to be furious that I’m out so late, but how was I supposed to know my ride would bail on me and I’d have to walk home. I huff and walk a bit faster wanting to be home already. As I round the corner to the Michelson property I smile and slow down just a bit. As I get to the front door my steps falter as I see the door has been kicked in. I slowly creep forward thinking perhaps father just got angry at one of his subordinates again. My heart is pounding in my ears as I carefully shuffle through the doorway avoiding the splintered pieces of wood.

“Hello? Anyone home?” I yell out.

I hear faint whispering as I cautiously walk towards the den.

“Now really Nicklaus keeping a human pet is just beneath you.” I hear a deep male voice say to my father. 

A feminine scoff is the next sound in the room before a woman starts talking. “Never mind his pet I’ll take care of her just make sure he doesn’t leave.”

I jump, startled by fathers booming voice before my brain registers what he said.
“Aunt Rebekah?” I whisper to myself before I feel a rush of wind, my hair gently swaying to the side before I feel a delicate hand grasp my neck and pull me backwards. I feel my breath leave me as I hit the floor.
“Well I’ll give you this Klaus, she is a pretty little thing. I wonder how lovely she screams.”

Fear courses through my veins as I hear father yelling and pleading. I’m lifted from my spot lying on the floor, I look up into the eyes of my attacker and I can’t help the brief thought that crosses my mind that Rebekah looks exactly the way father described her in his stories, beautiful to any mortal, but eyes that could very well strike fear into any being, much like the fear I feel now. Rebekah releases me but only for a moment before gripping my hair and dragging me into the room that father and who could only be my uncle Elijah are in. I let out a shout of pain as she tugs my hair harshly. i whimper and struggle to get out of her hold. Rebekah sighs and lets go of my hair but then grasps my throat, her hand tightens and restricts my airflow.
“Please Rebekah no! Let her go! You’ll regret what you are doing please!”
Fathers plead to Rebekah sounds distant as black fills the corner of my vision. The hard floor is the next thing I feel as i’m dropped to the ground.
“Please don’t do this!” My voice is hoarse as I plead looking up at my aunt. I shiver in fear at the look of disinterest and slight disgust on her face.

~Klaus’s POV~
From where I’m held down I can only watch as Rebekah backhands Y/N into the wall, the dull thud of her body making me look to Elijah.
“Please brother you don’t understand who she is! Stop this i’m begging you!”
Elijah stares at me impassively and I can feel fire fill my very being, I roar in anger and push Elijah off me and into a wall before grabbing his head and twisting it till I hear it snap. I grab his arm and tear it from his body and proceed to tear into his chest crushing his heart, hoping it’ll keep him distracted long enough to get to Y/N. Desperation clouds my judgement as I turn to Rebekah, but I’m grabbed from behind by Elijah before I can get a foot towards her. I look up in time to see Rebekah twist one of Y/N’ s arms till there is a loud snap. The scream that tears out of my daughter’s throat has me falling to my knees
“Please stop this, no more” my voice is quiet and weak as I hear her cries of pain.
“Dad please help” Y/N whispers to me before losing consciousness. The second those words leave her mouth I feel the arms holding me slack and I tear away from Elijah.
I run to my daughter shoving a shocked Rebekah out of my way. I sink to my knees and gently lift Y/N into my arms and push her hair away from her face.
“No! Nononono please! Y/N! Come on sweety open your eyes, please baby open your eyes. Please! I can’t lose you!”
I choke on a sob as I gently rock her back and forth in my arms pleading for her to wake up. I hear her faint heart beat getting weaker. I stand with her in my arms shaking from repressed sobs and pure anger at my siblings. I look up at the two of them and note their shocked faces.
“You two better be gone when I get back. If I ever see the two of you again I’ll dagger you and bury you so deep in the ground no one will ever find you. And if you come anywhere near my daughter I’ll find a way to kill you both permanently!” With that said I tighten my hold on Y/N and run out of my own home as fast as I can to the nearest hospital.
“Hold on Angel you’ll be okay” I whisper to her, though it does nothing to calm my frayed nerves as her heart beat slows to a dull thump that my own ears can barely pick up.

~Elijah’s POV~
Nicklaus’ words keep echoing in my head as I try to wrap my mind around the fact he said daughter.
“Elijah she can’t be his daughter can she?”
Rebekah asks me.
I turn to her and the look in her eyes makes me wince, if somehow Klaus was able to have a child Rebekah would have just attacked her own niece while I held Klaus back and just watched.
“There’s no way he could conceive a child” I state indifferently though in my mind I can feel slight panic and a sense of dread begin to overwhelm me. If we really did just basically invade our brothers house and attack his daughter we are no better than our own father hunting Klaus down.
I start walking to the door when a black bag catches my eye from the corner of the room, I glance down and notice it’s the bag the young girl, Klaus’s daughter had with her. Curiously I see an old book, gently pulling it out and opening the cover I see the name Y/N Michelson etched into it. Flipping to the first page I read aloud, 

“My name is Y/N Michelson, from the very beginning I was called many things, special, a monster, an abomination, a miracle, the devils spawn. What I was never called was a daughter or loved. From what I’ve heard and remember of my mother she was a witch, a powerful one at that. Though I don’t remember her as she died when I was born, I do know my father Nicklaus, he found me and after finding out I was his daughter he raised me even though at the start he believed me to be only mortal, that one day I would die. We searched for answers of how my birth was possible but only came up with my eventual death. We found that I will be able to age until I inherit my magic, from there on I won’t age but I will still be mortal I could still die by human standards. Father has become very protective of me, he treats me like a China doll, easily broken and lost. Most days father and I will sit together in the day room and he regales stories of his life to me, of his brothers and his sister, my aunt and uncle’s, I hope to one day meet them, from fathers stories they sound wonderful and seem to value family above all else, I hope to one day meet them as their niece. Perhaps father will let us meet one day, I hope they like me I would very much enjoy to have more family.”

As I finish reading I turn to Rebekah who is softly crying.

“She’s family Elijah and we almost killed her!” she chokes out before breaking down into sobs. Listening to her cries I can’t help but feel despair and guilt wash over me. “What have we done.” 


Kind of inspired by Ed Sheeran’s “Happier” | gif credit

requested? nope, it’s been sitting in my drafts for quite some time now

pairing: Sirius x reader

Summary: Sirius’ girlfriend seems to be happier without him.

warnings: none

words: over 1.2k

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“Thank you so much for your notes, you saved my life, Rem!” the girl said overdramatically, her genuine smile making Remus smile as well. 

“Not a problem, really,” he put his notebook inside his bag, before looking at Y/N, “so, how are you doing?”

“Good, passed all my exams, but I’m so busy with studying, thou-”

      Remus stopped her mid-sentence, “you know I’m not talking about school, Y/N/N,” his look was full of sympathy. Her smile faded for a second, her eyes focusing on her shoes, as images of her and Sirius suddenly started running through her mind, before she coughed lightly.

“Uh-you, um, do you remember that guy from my Potions class? That blond Ravenclaw?” she started uneasily, looking up at him with her cheeks slightly tinted with pink.

“Yeah, his name was Thomas, right?” he furrowed his eyebrows, stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his pants, rocking lightly on his feet. The girl nodded shyly, before scratching her neck nervously, “he asked me out last Monday.”

      Remus was taken aback, his lips slightly parted. He wasn’t expecting such an answer. It’s not like he didn’t want her to be happy but he did want her and Sirius to get back together. You see, the couple broke up a good month or so ago, and with the pain that Sirius’ words brought, it didn’t seem like Y/N would ever want him back. 

      While the marauders were busy helping Sirius, Remus often stole glances at the poor girl. She was spending a lot of time alone, pushing her girl friends away. He was happy when he noticed her slowly getting better, which you couldn’t say about Sirius who was still beating himself up. 

      Although Remus wasn’t very happy when he saw other boys taking their interest in her, mostly because he knew how bad Sirius was handling the break up, that he actually well deserved, and he knew these two were made for each other, he did want her to be happy and if it meant moving on, he was going to support her.

“Oh-wow, that’s great!”

“-and I said yes, Rem,” she added anxiously, he could notice how her hands were shaking. She was waiting for him to say something, not entirely sure what exactly. She wasn’t even sure why she was telling him this. Was it because she wanted someone to be happy for her? Or maybe because she hoped he would tell Sirius?

“Well, I’m glad you did, you deserve to be happy and if that’s what makes you happy, then go for it, “ he gave her a warm smile, her own lips turning into one, as she launched forward and hugged the much taller boy around his waist, her face pressed against his chest. After a second or two she felt his arms wrap around her form, returning the hug. 

      She considered Remus as one of her best friend, she had a great bound with him and missed his pressence due to the unfortunate events between her and Sirius, but she preferred to keep her distance from the group, though she could honestly call them all her closest friends, which only increased the pain after the break up as she felt like she not only lost her boyfriend, but also her friends.

“Thank you,” she looked up at him when she pulled back, “I gotta go now, I’ll see you around later, yeah?” she asked happily while already slowly walking away, books clutched to her chest.

“Sure thing!” He waved before turning around and going to his dormitory, where the rest of the boys were hanging out. 

      A few days later, the marauders were done with their classes for the day and decided to spend it outdoors, due to the amazing weather. Remus was sitting on a bench with Peter next to him, while James and Sirius were standing in front of them.

      Sirius hasn’t noticed a very angry looking Y/N storming his way, as he was too busy laughing with James and Peter about how he pranked a certain Ravenclaw boy, making his head much, much bigger. The reason behind all of this was, obviously, the fact that he saw Thomas hug you from behind and then kiss your cheek quickly, which made Sirius’ heart hurt. What wasn’t helping was how happy you looked with him, when it should be Sirius making you feel this way.

      Remus quickly kicked Sirius just below his knee and nodded his heads towards you, making the black haired boy turn around, his wide grin quickly fading. 

 “Would you mind explaining to me what happened to Thomas this morning?” she greeted through her teeth, glaring at the boy.

      He tried to look innocent, his eyebrows raised and a confused look visible on his face, though he gulped nervously, knowing she knew him better than anyone else. “What do you mean?”

“You’re such an asshole, Sirius!” she spat, fuming with anger. She didn’t really care whether she was making a scene or not, not really bothered by the marauders now standing quietly behind Sirius. “I can’t believe you!” She felt tears appear in the corner of her eyes, but holding it all together, not wanting to cry in front of him. Not again. Not because of him.

“I mean, this guys deser-”

“Do you always have to ruin everything?!” She yelled suddenly, her small form not being adequate to her voice. Hot and angry tears fell down her cheeks, not being held back anymore, and she quickly wiped them with the end of her sleeve.

“Y/N, listen-” he tried to reason with her, maybe show her how Thomas wasn’t good enough for her, tell her how he loved her, how he missed her, and how he needed her back in his life. He took a step towards her, arms open but she took a step back raising her hands up to keep him at distance. 

“Don’t. Just, please, leave me and people who I am close with alone. You said you never needed me in your life, right? And now I finally feel like I am the one who doesn’t need the other anymore. So, please, let me move on since you never even loved me and let me be happy,” her lips were trembling with every word that came out of her mind, more tears falling down her cheeks. Damn, she wasn’t expecting this to hurt so much.

        The four boys didn’t know what to say to make things better. Sirius was desperately trying to find something to say, to make you stay and listen to him. But he couldn’t.

“Hey, maybe-,” James started, taking a step forward, nbow standing between Sirius and Y/N.

“No, I’m done, James,” her voice was back to being normal, “I’m sorry, guys.” She looked at three boys, making sure not to give Sirius even a glance, “I hope you can understand me.”

         She smiled sadly before she weakly waved at them and turned on her heel to get back to the castle, wanting to get away from the terrible pain as quickly as possible.

         When the girl wasn’t in sight anymore, Sirius let out a long list of frustrated curses.

“So, are you gonna let her go now?” James brought up the question each boy was thinking about.

         But Sirius didn’t know what he was going to do, yet. Seeing her so broken after what he’s done to that stupid boy he wanted to let her be happy, but the feeling in his heart told him that he still wanted to fix things between them.

Essays in Existentialism: Monarchy II

Previously on Monarchy

The wedding was a celebration that didn’t want to end. The halls were decked and the church was set with al manner of ancient allies and long forgotten grudges. For a week, the entire thing was all over the news, all over the world, in fact. It was a party akin to a United Nations summit, and it had the makings of an infamous reception.

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naryle  asked:

so, for your botw zelink fanfic, can you maybe do like a re-imagining of the scene where Link tells Zelda the reason why he doesn't talk ( as stated in the diary )?

Today was the day. After the events of yesterday, Zelda had come to the realization that she needed to talk things out with her appointed knight. With Link. There was miscommunication between them, if that’s what you could call it. He never spoke a word, and that was probably why she misinterpreted him so badly. But she assumed the worst of him and let it show, and now was the time to put things right.

After she got dressed and left her room, she waited for her knight to arrive. Usually she would go on without him, uneager to have him join her, but not today. So when he finally arrived, the surprise in his eyes was unmistakeable.

“Good morning.” She said, and he nodded to her. “Link, could I talk to you privately?” She clasped her hands in front of her, fingers fidgeting together nervously. She had thought over what she was going to say all night, sleeping restlessly over it. Now it was time that she put all that had transpired between them to rest.

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It’s ok to cry (Reggie x reader)


A/N: Here you have another one as I promised! I hope you like it and as you know you can make requests and I’ll try to do them as soon as posiible. xx

Also it’s possible that you find some mistakes but I don’t know what’s with me today and I can’t concentrate, maybe anxiety, anyway I’m sorry in advanced.

My relationship with Reggie was one of the few things working properly in my life lately. Since my parents started their divorce process everything had begun to twist and it wasn’t that I felt bad because of that, but the problems that it was causing me.

My father appeared almost every day at home to pick up boxes with his belongings and every time that he came it meant that they would argue and they would try to involve me somehow, that’s why I would leave the house every time my father showed at home.

I felt anxiety taking over me every time I was alone, it was something normal spending hours spinning in my bed at night trying to sleep and that made me be really tired the next day, it was like living in a vicious circle.

Despite that everything changed when I was with my friends or Reggie, they were the best thing in my life and sometimes I felt like I didn’t deserve them. But not everything was as perfect as it sounded.

The truth was that my friends don’t think I should date Reggie, they just see him as the popular and mean jock that he seem to be when everyone is looking at him, but I know who he is behind that façade and I want my friends to see what I see in him. He even stopped bothering Jughead since we started dating.

For the rest of people in Riverdale High our relationship was like if Reggie had lost some kind of bet and that was the reason why he was dating me. They didn’t want to accept the fact that someone like me was dating someone like him and vice versa.

That morning while I was putting my books in the locker I heard someone leaning against the locker next to mine and when I closed it I saw Reggie with a big smile in his face.

“Hey sunshine” I greeted him barely standing on my tiptoes to kiss him, luckily for me I was tall, so I was able to kiss him every time I feel like it.

“Hey beautiful” we liked to use affectionate nicknames in a funny way, even though I was starting to think he truly liked them. “Did you sleep well last night?” he asked putting his arm in my shoulders and leading us down the hall.

“As usual, at least last night I just had one nightmare” I said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world, I felt really comfortable talking with him about my problems, he knew everything that was in my head and I liked to think that I knew what was happening in his even though he didn’t like to express his feelings towards the rest of the world “my mom wants to take me to therapy and put me on medication or something, maybe she’s right and I’m losing my mind”

“She’s right, you are crazy” I looked at him, frowning. I didn’t understand what he meant “in a funny way” he added laughing when he saw my face and kissing my forehead.

“You are so funny” I answered elbowing him carefully and taking his arm off my shoulders but keeping his hand in mine “I’ll see you later” I added trying to go to class, which was impossible because he didn’t let go of my hand.

He drew me to him until I was standing just a few inches away from him.

“Try not to miss me too much” he joked before kissing me and leaving to his class.

I was paralyzed in that spot until the bell rang and I came back to reality, turning around and getting in class.

We were supposed to have history but the teacher instead of giving us the lesson of that day decided to talk with us about our future and what we wanted to do, I didn’t like that subject so much. My parents wanted something for me totally different from what I wanted and at the same time I was terrified with the idea of me and Reggie breaking up if we get into universities too far away from the other.

I disconnected form the class and what the teacher was saying, everything around me turned into white noise and I just heard my own voice in my head, more distorted every time, it was being absorbed by its own echo.  

“(Y/N)?” I started to hear a voice calling me, but it sounded like it was far away. Little by little it sounded closer until I came back to me and I saw everyone staring, the teacher was the one saying my name “Are you ok?”

“Yeah… I just…” I blinked a few times, trying to focus everything around me, but it stayed blurred.

“It’d be better if you go to the nursery room, Betty would you mind?” before she could say anything she was next to me, helping me to get on my feet and intertwining her arm with mine while we exited the class.

I felt even more dizzy standing on my feet, so I asked Betty to stop just for a second to calm my breathing.

“What’s happening (Y/N)? You look paler than usual” she asked with worry in her voice.

“I’m fine, I promise, I just need a moment, that’s all” I answered with difficulties, even though it was getting harder to breathe and I think Betty noticed.

“We have to get to the nursery room” she said taking me by the arm and leading me to our destination where the first thing they made me do were to lay in the stretcher.

The nurse didn’t say what was happening to me, she just asked Betty to leave the room and wait outside and then she told me to breathe at the rhythm she was going to tell me.

I had to inhale while she counted to five and then exhale while she did the same backwards.

I did as I was told a few times until suddenly I started to feel better, I was able to focus the tings around me and I didn’t feel breathless anymore. The only thing that didn’t left me was the sensation of something heavy on my chest.

The nurse left me to take some rest before she talked to me. When I lifted my body from the stretcher it was second period.

“What you have suffered is an anxiety attack; luckily you’ve arrived here before you fainted, have you suffer a anxiety attack before?” I tried to remember if I’ve ever felt this bad and I couldn’t think of something like this.

“Not that I remember” I answered with a tired voice.

“You should go to your doctor and do whatever they think is the right thing to do, but I recommend you to go home and take some rest, this attacks take all your energy”

“Ok, thank you” I got down the stretcher and went out the door, thinking Betty was outside waiting for me, but instead of her I found Reggie “What are you doing here?” I tried to sound better than with the nurse, but I don’t know if I did it well.

“I went to take you to your next class and Veronica told me what happened, so I came and I told Betty she could get back to class, are you ok?” he asked clearly worried.

“I’m fine, I promise” I said putting one hand in my chest and lifting the other like if I was being judged or something. “It looks like I’ve suffered an anxiety attack” then I realized something I haven’t noticed before, he has his eyes red and I could see how sad he looked, something was wrong, but I waited until we get to my house to ask what was wrong.

My mom was at work so we were alone, no one would disturb us. We went to my room and lay in my bed. I leaned my head on his chest and I enclosed his waist with my arm, intertwining my legs with his.

He putted his arm around my shoulders and the other one on the arm I had in his waist, caressing my skin.

“You should sleep and get some rest” he said kissing the top of my head.

“I’m not tired” I answered turning my head in his direction, leaning my chin on his chest to look at him in the eye “But I have something to ask you” I stopped for a second but he didn’t say anything “Why have you been crying?”

“I haven’t been crying” he answered immediately, which made obvious he was lying,

“Reg, I know you more than you think, I can see how sad you look even though you try to hide it and your eyes were red when you picked me up from the nursery room. It’s ok to cry. I just want you to know that you can tell me if you want” I didn’t want to force him to tell me if he didn’t want to but I needed he to feel safe with me, like I felt with him.

“It’s Jason” I unwrapped my legs from his and sat on the bed with my legs crossed, not leaving his hand for a second and paying close attention to what he was about to tell me “I thought that it was ok at first, but I don’t know, it looks like no one really cares about what happened to him, they just care for stupid family wars and they forget about Jason being dead” I could see tears forming in his eyes and I squeeze his hand.

“Do you know what’s the good part?” he looked confused, when someone dies there’s nothing good about it “He had you as a friend, someone who really realizes what the world has lost and I’m sure that Jason knew how much you appreciated your friendship” I made him smile a little and he brought my hand to his lips to leave a kiss there “You know you can tell me anything”

I lay again next to him and I caressed his cheek with my hand, looking from his eyes to his lips consecutively. I put my hand on his neck, still caressing his jaw with my thumb and I shortened the distance between us to kiss him, slow and carefully.

We kissed until we had to break to take some air and what I did was hug him, putting my arms around his neck and feeling how he put his head in the space between my head and my shoulder and how he put his arms around my waist to bring me closer to him.

This time it would be me the one who would protect him from his problems and worries and no the other way around.

“I’m supposed to take care of you after that anxiety attack” he mumbled trying to sound happier.

“Being in the same room as you are makes anxiety disappear, so technically you are taking care of me” I answered caressing his hair, feeling him getting comfier in the embrace.

A few minutes passed by, enjoying the silent and all the caress and kisses I was giving him from time to time. I thought he had fallen asleep because he had stopped caressing my back and kissing my shoulder, but suddenly he spoke.

“I love you (Y/N)” my heart skipped a beat, it was the first time one of us had said those words and I hadn’t thought it before, I wasn’t conscious that all this time we have been together no one of us had said it and now him, the one who didn’t like to express his feelings, was telling me that.

“And I love you Reggie” I answered a hundred percent sure of what I was saying, I didn’t need to think about it because I knew I felt it, every time I saw him in the halls or every time he came to my house to take me on a date to Pop’s I knew it, he made me feel that I was capable of doing whatever I wanted to do and every time he looked me with his eyes full of pride he simply made me love him more and more and I wanted to make him feel all of that and more, so hearing those words was like the confirmation that I was doing it the right way.

I Need Your Help-- Part Two

Summary: you need a fake date for your sisters wedding. Who better than Broadway star Lin-Manuel Miranda?

Warnings: swearing, huge insecurities and an awful, awful, awful mother

Tags: @secretschuylersister @anthonyramosobc

Word Count: 4422

You woke Lin up early to make sure he was able to pack before your flight back home. Your mother had already bought two tickets– you had no clue why. She seemed to have zero faith in your ability to get a date in time for the wedding.

You couldn’t wait to show up with your date– he should fit all of your mother’s standards. Handsome, smart, talented, and with a steady career. He was perfect. Even your Broadway loathing mother would have to admit it.

You and Lin made it to the airport on time after rushing through his apartment to pack, and made it through airport security. Soon enough, you were boarding your flight, and panic was starting to set in. Sure, Lin was handsome and smart and talented– but to your mom, there was a high chance that you still wouldn’t be good enough, no matter who your date was.

You dug your nails into your palm, which was the first telltale sign that you were extremely stressed.

“Hey,” said Lin. He grabbed your hand softly, rubbing his thumb along the spots where your nails were digging into your palm. “It’s going to be alright.”

“It’s not going to be alright,” you said, digging your nails deeper into your palm. You wanted so badly for the pain to distract you, but you got nothing from it. “Mom is going to be so awful,” you breathed out.

“Y/N, stop.” Lin gently took your hand in both of his, and uncurled your fingers out of your palm. You knew without looking that you had managed to split the skin on your palms into half moons, and Lin looked up at you. “It will all be okay, love.”

“No, it-”

“Hey, look at me,” he said, and you turned to him. Something about his eyes managed to calm you down whenever you looked at them. “Everything will be fine-”

“You can’t promise that,” you whispered.

Lin was silent for a moment. Finally, he said, “that’s true. But I can promise that I’m gonna be right here for this whole thing. Right by your side, your hand in mine. Got it?”

“I think so.” You we’re still freaking out, but the panic was being majorly overwhelmed by the knowledge that Lin would be there. It will be okay. You can survive this.

“Good,” Lin said, before kissing the palm of your hand right over where your nails had split your skin. “You should get some rest. The flight is on the long side and we weren’t asleep until late and got up early.”

“Are you sure you’ll be fine if I sleep? No dying of boredom?”

“None here,” Lin said. “Get some rest.”

You nodded, and closed your eyes, getting as comfortable as the plane seat would allow. You didn’t even realize that you had began to fall asleep holding Lin’s hand until you were on the brink of sleep, and there was nothing you could do to let go.

Lin work you up with fifteen minutes to spare. You went over the terms of your fake dating again, and just in time to be picked up by Kalena.

She was waiting for you both outside of the airport with a huge smile on her face. “Y/N!” She pulled you into a huge hug, while Lin stood awkwardly to the side.

“I missed you so much, Y/N! I’m so glad to see you– who’s that?” Kalena asked, breaking off in the middle of her sentence after pulling back from the hug.

“Oh, um, this is Lin. Lin, this is my sister, Kalena.”

“Nice to meet you,” Lin said, sticking out his hand for her to shake. She took it, and you could practically breathe a sigh of relief. Kalena seemed to approve of him, at least through her body language.

“You as well,” she said, before dropping his hand. “Are you Y/N’s friend?”

“Boyfriend, actually,” he said, smiling through a wicked bright pink blush.

Instantly, Kalena whirled on you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked, and you bit your lip.

“Uhh– I wanted it to be a surprise!” You lied, hoping it sounded convincing enough. “So, surprise!”

Kalena didn’t look convinced. “Sure,” she said. “C’mon, I parked over here.” She lead you both to her car, and you hopped in the front seat, leaving Lin to sit in the back after loading yours and his luggage in the trunk.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kalena asked, while Lin was putting the luggage away.

“I was worried about what the family would say, you know how they are,” you whispered back.

“I guess,” she said, looking upset. She brightened a bit. “In glad I got to meet him and really get first impressions in person instead of through the phone.”

“Okay, everything is packed in the trunk. Ready to go?” Lin asked, after climbing into the backseat.

“Yeah,” Kalena said, and pulled out of the parking lot. “Soooo, when did you two meet?”

You looked back at Lin, your eyes sending him the signal that it was his turn to talk. “Oh, so, we met when she auditioned for Hamilton. We thought she was great, hired her, and we pretty much became friends from there. I always liked her, so I gathered the nerve to ask her out and now here we are,” he said, and you smiled back at him.

“That’s sweet,” Kalena said, smiling. “What was your first date like?”

You panicked– this hadn’t been discussed. Oh no. “It was simple,” you said, at the same time Lin said, “kind of fancy.”

You panicked even more, but somehow fixed it all.

“Lin, you’re thinking of our second date. Our first date was a basic dinner-and-a-movie scheme. The second one was fancy dresses and waiters that speak French.” Kalena giggled at your joke, and Lin breathed a silent sigh of relief while you mentally thanked the gods.

“I approve,” Kalena finally said.

Thank god.

You helped unload all the bags you had brought, and drag them up to the room you and Lin would be sharing. Your mother was out, and you had never been more grateful for that in your life. It gave you and Lin a chance to get settled and for you to show him around the house without snide remarks every two minutes.

You walked back out to see if there was anything else, and overheard Kalena and Lin.

“I may not seem very threatening, but I promise, I will murder you if you hurt my baby sister,” Kalena said, and you wanted to laugh. You knew there was no actual threat to what she was saying, but it was still a great show nonetheless. Lin would probably be scared out of his wits. “The whoooooole murder scene. The stuff that would be in college textbooks about crime scene investigation.”

“I get it,” Lin said. You couldn’t see his face, but you imagined that he either was scared or was faking it for Kalena’s sake.

“Good. Now be on your way,” she said. “And seriously, be good to my little sister.”

You walked back to the car, resolving to act like you heard nothing. “Anything else I can get?” You asked Lin, who was a suspicious shade of white. Kalena must have been much more threatening than she sounded.

“No, I can get the last bag,” Lin said, making his way to the trunk.

You thought about waiting for him, but all that was dashed when you heard your mom’s car coming up the driveway. The part of you that was still a girl in high school and hated your mom the most wanted you to turn and run in the other direction. To hop on a plane back to New York and put an entire 2000+ miles between the both of you.

The car stopped, and your mom hopped out. She still looked the same– hair perfectly curled, her nails immaculate, and her eyes a judgemental brown that made you want to look away from her.

“Y/N, looking as tired and scruffy as usual,” your mother said, before moving onto Lin. “And who is this?” She sounded more curious and less condescending, so you jumped on the opportunity.

“This is my boyfriend, Lin. I’m–”

“Boyfriend?” Your mom asked, turning to you momentarily with an angry look, before turning back to Lin. “Lin, dear, someone like you could do so much better than my daughter.” Your nails found the cuts in your palms and pressed down, the pain shocking you, but fueling you down to your toes.

Lin stopped in his tracks, looking from you to your mother. “Personally, I think Y/N could stand to do much better than just me,” Lin said, and you could tell he was trying to keep the anger in his voice to a minimum, though he was failing.

Your mother was silent. She clearly wasn’t used to people talking to her like that, though you tried several times. “Well,” she finally said, bristling. “Tell me about yourself. Where do you work?”

You sucked in a breath. Lins job would ruin the whole thing, and you’d continue to be the extra, throwaway daughter.

“I work in theatre– I wrote the musical that I’m starring in. It’s the same one that Y/N is in,” Lin said, his tone even. Usually he got excited when talking about Hamilton, but now he looked ready to be anywhere but here, talking to your mom.

“Oh, of course, I see it now,” your mom said. “Broadway. So you’re just like my daughter, totally fine with a career that goes nowhere.”

You and Lin both knew that Broadway could be iffy and somewhat fickle, but Hamilton was doing so well. You didn’t see it closing anytime soon, so what Lin said next blew you away. “Yes, actually. I’m completely fine with that.”

It seemed to blow your mother away as well, because she stood there for too long with a stumped look on her face. “Well,” she said, after an extended period of time. “At least you’re handsome.”

The rest of the day was excruciating. Your mother slipped in comments everywhere she could– about your job, your appearance, your body, Lin, and how he could do much better. You relearned your skill of brushing it off, but it seemed that you also gained your after dark breakdowns again.

That’s how you found yourself crying as quietly as you could upstairs while Lin and Kalena finished cleaning up the dishes from dinner. Your mother, after a particularly nasty comment fueled by too much vodka, went to bed. You knew she was asleep by now, and you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep or stop crying. You wanted so badly for Lin to think you were stronger than you were.

You didn’t hear him coming until it was too late– he had already pushed open the door and found you laying flat in bed, your chest heaving, and your hair matted to your face from all the tears you had shed.

“Y/N?” Lin asked, and you had never heard someone sound so worried about you in your entire life. Not even Kalena. But, then again, she had never seen you like this.

If it would have been anyone– especially your sister– that had opened your door, you would’ve denied ever being hurt by what your mother said to you. The crying could be accounted for with stubbing your toe, or hitting your hip on a dresser. You’d tell the person that had opened your door to leave you alone and don’t come back.

But the person that had opened your door was not your sister or your mother or anyone else in the world. This was Lin, the person that had calmed you down when you had dug your nails into your palms and wanted to scream until your voice left you.

“I can’t anymore,” was all you managed to choke out before dissolving into more tears, and Lin was by your side and the door was closed before you even knew what had happened.

“Is there anything I can do?” He asked. You could just register how unsure he sounded, despite how calm he seemed on the plane. But the plane was just a fraction of the breakdowns you had had in your life.

“Calm me down,” you said, forcing yourself to stop crying long enough to talk. “Hold onto me or-or tell me to take deep breaths.”

Within an instant Lin was next to you and had shifted you well enough that you were laying on his chest, right next to his heartbeat. The steady rhythm began to calm you down.

“Can you take deep breaths with me?” Lin asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He had started to comb his fingers through your hair, relaxing you. You nodded, and started breathing along with Lin.

Before you knew it, you were feeling your eyes slip closed. “I’m gonna fall asleep,” you muttered to Lin.

“That’s alright, you need sleep,” Lin said, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Get some sleep, love.” You felt yourself drift off to sleep, Lins heartbeat your only company.

“Kalena, hi,” Lin said. He had just managed to slip out of bed without waking you up in the process, and had come to the kitchen to bring you a glass of water to drink once you woke up. He had run into Kalena, who looked to be doing the same thing.

“Lin,” she said. “Glasses are in the cabinet above the sink.”

“Thanks,” Lin said. He wasn’t quite sure what to think about Kalena yet, but he knew that Y/N loves her unconditionally. Something about her seemed to bug him, though.

He grabbed two glasses, filling up one for you and the other for him. He stood against the sink, looking Kalena over as she picked at her nails. Finally, it clicked.

“Have you noticed how your mom treats your sister?” Kalena looked up. Lin could see the sisterly resemble between her and Y/N. They had the same dark curls, the same brown eyes, and the same skin tone.

“I– sort of. I’m starting to notice it more now. I heard her upstairs, just crying. Once I heard you talking I knew you were with her– I knew she’d be fine.”

“Yeah, that’s the thing,” he said, setting down his glass. “She’s not fine. All that crying? That’s because of your mother. Because of the things she’s said, and done.” Kalena hung her head, and Lin knew she was upset.

“I’ve heard of your musicals, and listened to a little bit of them,” Kalena said.

“Thanks.” That was always Lins standard response to someone saying that they’ve listened to Hamilton or In The Heights.

“The line Angelica always says– I love my sister more than anything in this life, I would choose her happiness over mine every time.’” Kalena finally looked up, her brown eyes wide. “Do you know how often I’ve thought of Y/N and thought of that next? Y/N is my baby sister, my longest friend, and the most important thing in my life. I want– I need to help her, somehow.” Lin stood and listened. He had never imagined Kalena– who gave her first impression to be of a bubbly girl that didn’t feel the need to speak her mind– to come and give him this speech in the dead of night. “How can I?”

“Don’t let your mother get away with any of what she says,” Lin said. “Anything with a negative bite to it. If you really want to help your sister out, this is how.”

“I will,” Kalena said, with no hesitation.

“I should be getting back to Y/N,” Lin finished. “Goodnight, Kalena.”

“Goodnight Lin,” Kalena said, her voice firm. Lin began to walk away, and she grabbed at his arm. He turned around, looking her in the eye. “Take care of my sister.”

You woke up the next morning curled into Lins arms with a feeling of everything will be okay.

That immediately crashed when you remembered that today was a dressing fitting. You wanted to cry or punch a wall. Or both.

You procrastinated getting out of bed until it was urgent getting ready time. You pulled yourself out of Lin’s arms and took a shower, dressing comfortably. You weren’t looking forward to wearing a fancy dress for the fitting, even if it was gorgeous. On the bright side, at least you didn’t have to wear a corset like you did for the times you had gone on as a Schuyler sister.

The ride to the dress shop was spent in silence. You had put in headphones the moment you sat down in the car, hoping to tune out anything your mom had to say. It had worked for the most part, and you had managed to keep your good mood until you arrived at the shop.

Kalena had wanted a small wedding, so you were the only bridesmaid that Kalena was going to have. The dress she had picked out for you was lovely. It was a gorgeous baby blue with a top bedazzled with silver jewels and glitter. The skirt was a gauzy material that would most likely hit your knees.

Your mother would hate it on you.

She’d go on and on, you could already hear it. Mentally, you placed votes on which remark she would say first once you walked out of the little room that had for people to change in.

You slipped into the dress. It settled on your skin like soft rain, and you would almost feel comfortable in it if it wasn’t for the fact that your mother would see you.

You gathered all your courage, and walked out. “What do you think?” You asked, and Kalena turned around first.

“Oh, Y/N! You look so lovely! It fits you so well and the colour looks so good on you!” Your sister gushed, before your mother had a chance to get anything out.

Your mother considered you for a moment, before walking forward. “It’s a bit tight looking around your waist, and makes your stomach look fat– not surprising, you’ve always been chubby,” your mother critiqued, walking around you like you were an art piece, not a person. “Your legs don’t look very good with this dress, and your hair is too frizzy– but that isn’t the fault of the dress, hopefully someone can fix that come wedding time.” Your mother finally stopped, and tapped her nails together.

She turned back to your sister. “Kalena, are you sure it isn’t too late to pick a new bridesmaid? One that is… better to look at?” Something inside you seemed to snap, otherwise you never would have run for the bathroom like you did.

Barely managing to hold in your tears, you turned against a wall, trying to calm down by running your fingers along the smooth tiles that decorated the wall.

You heard a knock on the door, followed by a soft, “Y/N, it’s Kalena. Can I come in?” You pushed yourself off the wall and turned the lock, opening the door enough for her skinny frame to fit through it, before closing and locking it again

“Why did you want me to be your bridesmaid?” You asked, unable to keep it in any longer. You were the ugly, pathetic, useless throwaway sister. You were nothing extraordinary. Hell, you even had to beg Lin to come and be your “date.” You couldn’t even call him your actual date, either. He was just a friend– acquaintance, even– that took pity on you. You sank to the floor, wanting to be anywhere but here.

“Because you are my beautiful sister,” Kalena said, sinking into the floor next to you. “And I would never have anyone else.”

“But Mom-”

“I don’t care what she says about you or me, ever. You are the most important thing to me, and I love you more than anything in this life,” she said, smoothing your hair away from your face. “You are always my first choice, my best friend. Nothing that mom, or anyone, says or does can ever change that.”

“I’m so glad that you’re my sister,” you said, laughing through your tears. “When I get married, you’re my bridesmaid. Let’s hope you don’t screw it up before then,” you laughed, and Kalena laughed with you.

“When you marry Lin, I’ll definitely be your bridesmaid,” she said, and kissed your forehead. “C’mon sis, you get to see my looking awful in my wedding dress.” She stood up, and helped you to your feet. “Let’s go.”

The days passed quickly, and eventually there was only four days until it was wedding time.

Lin had gone to bed, and your mother had drank too much wine at dinner and was out cold in her bedroom, which left you and Kalena.

“Kale,” you asked, a sudden thought plaguing you. “Have you had any sort of celebration.”

“Have I what?” She asked, looking up from the book she was reading.

“Like, a bridal shower or anything,” you suggested, raising your eyebrows.

“No, I didn’t think it was necessary,” she said, shrugged, and went back to her reading.

“No,” you demanded, grabbing her book out of her hand and shaking your head. “Absolutely not.”

“Y/N, what are you doing?” She asked, sitting up and reaching for her book.

“I am celebrating your bride-ness. We’re gonna drink and be dumb sisters,” you announced, setting her book on the coffee table after marking her spot. You walked into the kitchen, grabbing some shot glasses and vodka from the liquor cabinet.

Your turned to your sister. “I bet I can outdrink you.”

Too many shots later, you and Kalena were rightfully and truly drunk. You both had been babbling on about nonsense things– wedding jitters, your mother, stories from high school, and your idiotic high school boyfriend.

“Oh god, Lucas was the worst,” you said, laughing along with your sister. “Nothing like Lin.”

“Ooooh, Liiiiin. I love Lin with you. He seems really, really, really, really good for you,” you sister rambled.

“Ugh, hes soooo perfect. His handsome face, and he’s just so smart,” you said, alcohol clouding your judgement. I just love him so much, I wanna be with him for the rest of my life.”

“Awww, Y/N, that’s so sweet,” Kalena replied, and continued to ramble on about the sweetness.

Neither of you noticed Lin standing at the bottom of the stairs, or heard his footsteps going back up the stairs, with a completely new hope.

“I can survive this,” you said to yourself in the bathroom mirror. The wedding rehearsal went great, and gave your mother no time to say anything to you, but the rehearsal dinner was different. She would have every chance to sneak in remarks and say awful things, and it was already beginning to overwhelm you.

“I can survive this,” you repeated, taking a deep breath. “Kalena is on my side, Lin is on my side. I can survive this.” You knew everyone would be expecting you by now. You had excused yourself to the bathroom as soon as you got there, and had been locked in the bathroom for too long.

You took another deep breath, and unlocked the bathroom door, walking out. You walked straight past your mom, and to Lin. “Have you met my future brother-in-law yet?” You said, picking up a glass of wine.

“Yes, and Christopher seems great,” Lin said. You weren’t quite sure what it was, but Lin seemed to be much more… upbeat? “Hey, can we talk?” Your blood ran cold. His tone scared you have to death.

“Yeah, I-” you were cut off by the sound of glass clinking, and you turned to it. “Oh god.” You said. Your mother was standing up, an empty wine glass in her hand. You knew by her mannerisms that she was tipsy, and tipsy made her even meaner than sober.

“I would like to say that I’m so excited for my daughter, Kalenas, wedding,” your mother said. Okay, mellow enough so far. “Her bridesmaid, my other daughter, may be inadequate and not the best to look at, but I don’t think she’ll ruin the wedding entirely. At least her boyfriend, who could do much better than her, is good-looking–”

“Mom, that is enough!” Kalena shouted. “All of my life, I’ve heard you be nothing but terrible to Y/N! She’s your daughter, you should love her unconditionally!”

“Nonsense, she may be my daughter but she’s not anything like you or me,” your mom said. “Look at us, Kalena. You’re a beautiful young lady that’s marrying a handsome man. The only good thing about Y/N is that her boyfriend is handsome– not any better than Christopher, but still handsome.”

“That is enough, Mom,” Kalena said again. “If you can’t be kinder to Y/N– and when I say kinder, I mean treating her like a person then the moment I’m married I’m leaving this town and cutting contact with you. Y/N is perfect to me and to everyone that loves her, and if you can’t see it, then you aren’t worth it,” Kalena announced, her voice growing in pitch and volume. You wanted to cry.

“Well then,” your mom declared, before walking off.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, tears springing in your eyes. “Lin, let’s go home.”

“Of course.”

You had cheered up on the ride home, a smile returning to your face. But, maybe, that was a side effect of the wine you had drank.

You were standing outside of your bedroom. “Lin, thank you so much for being there for me through this whole thing, I can’t thank you enough.” Somewhere in your sentence, Lin’s hand had drifted to your cheek and you hadn’t even noticed. “Lin?” You asked. He didn’t reply with words– he replied by pressing his mouth to yours. He tasted like the wine from the dinner, and you smiled against his mouth.

The kiss deepened, and soon your bedroom door was being pushed open and clothes were being thrown across the room, the only constant thing being Lin’s hands on your body and his mouth on yours.

You woke up the next morning tangled in your sheets and Lin’s arms. You snuggled into him, before realization hit you. You and Lin slept together?

Oh no.




The corridors of that building looked different, somehow. Smaller, more claustrophobic.
There had been what felt like millions of times where I’d walked through those hallways feeling utterly abysmal, but I’d never felt lower than I did then. Maybe that’s why it literally felt like the walls were closing in on me, like they’d constrict and crush my bones at any moment.
But there was this weird fluctuation of emotions rushing through my blood that was sending me storming to Dr Jacksons office, uninvited and unscheduled and unannounced.

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(I can't stop help) luna x ginny "I made you a flower crown."

[for the @hprarepairnet‘s ship spotlight : relationship headcanons]

“I made you a flower crown,” Ginny said, holding the carefully crafted ring of violets, jasmines, and bellflowers in her hands, but Luna’s back remained to her. 

She’d just spent more than a couple of hours hunting down the right flowers and constructing it, and now Luna was ignoring her. She cleared her throat, but to no avail. Luna was still bent at the waist with her face in the bushes. Ginny sighed, this wasn’t how she’d planned it out. She marched around to Luna’s left and tapped her on the shoulder. 

Luna let out a little yelp and stood up straight, looking around wildly with her giant, homemade magnifying goggles. Finally her eyes, giant behind the bulbous lenses, landed on Ginny and she smiled. “Oh, Ginny, hi!” She went in for a hug but was much closer than she realized and ended up crashing into her, knocking the crown to the ground. 

“Luna,” Ginny sighed, though she couldn’t help but laugh. “Take these off,” she murmured, reaching up to fiddle with the buckle on the side. Luna gasped as Ginny set the googles on top of the bushes.

“A flower crown!” Luna said, reaching down to retrieve it. “Oh, the Thistle Imps must have left it! It’s so beautiful.”

Ginny brought her hand to her mouth, torn between letting out a laugh or an aggravated sigh. “Luna, no,” she said softly, gingerly taking the crown from her. “No, I made it.”

“Even better! It’s very well done! And these colors will look so wonderful with your hair. Though, I think maybe if you could find some baby’s breath-”

“I made it for you.” Ginny’s tone was a little more clipped than she intended, but Luna didn’t notice.

“For me?” Luna asked, sounding as touched as she would have if Ginny had built her a house made of gumdrops. She reached for it, but Ginny held it back. 

“I made it for you but… well-” Ginny swallowed and took a deep breath. “If you wear it, that means you’re my girlfriend.” Luna’s eyes widened for a moment and Ginny waited for what felt like a year before Luna smiled and ducked under the crown. She softly lifted her head into it and stood up, pushing her self onto her toes so that they were face to face, and kissed Ginny quickly on the lips. 

She smiled. “I kind of thought I already was,” she chirped. Then it was Ginny’s turn to kiss her. 

[Wonder Woman (1942-1985) #5]

Okay so I’m reading some of the original Wondy stories as written by William Moulton Marston (aged better than OG Batman but not as good as OG Superman stories imho) and considering that we know that Marston was in a polygamous relationship with his wife Elizabeth Holloway Marston and Olive Byrne (who she would remain with after William’s death and to their own dying days) I can’t help but wonder if my notion that OG Diana, Steve, and Etta are similarly intertwined. 

It certainly seems so. 

Anyway that’s just me being `speculative. Gotta admit it makes one curious though!

you held your head like a hero

This is just a little something I wrote originally as part of a longer Odysseus/Penelope remix that has since become a series of smaller drabbles. There are a few more in the works, but chronologically this is the first.

In which Jon comes home after ten long years and finds solace (and acceptance) in the godswood. (1271 words)

“Is that Longclaw?” The voice startles him, focused as he was on the blade of his sword. Looking up is like looking into the past, for surely the boy before him could be his younger self, all dark curls and solemn grey eyes.

My son, Jon thinks, and the thought expands like a tightness in his chest. Eddard - my son.

“It is.” He doesn’t want to look away, wants to spend the rest of his days drinking in the sight of his son there in the godswood, but nor does he want to make Eddard uncomfortable, so he returns his attention to his sword. The blade hardly needs the sharpening – there were times, beyond the wall, when he’d had nothing but time on his hands, and the sword had borne the brunt of that boredom – but it keeps his hands busy while he rests in the godswood.

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Seek, and You Shall Find- Chapter 5

Here’s chapter 5, a day earlier than expected! Woohoo!!!!

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Jamie crept down the corridor. Mrs. Fitz mentioned that she put Claire in the empty room on the second landing. After climbing the stairs, he realized he wasn’t sure which room was the empty one…

Zagging through the hall, he began tapping on doors. After a constant stream of “Hmmm?”s and “Who’s there?”s, Jamie thought perhaps he had misheard Mrs. Fitz.

But he hadn’t. He knew she was close by. He could feel it.

Feel it? What does that mean, Fraser?

A beat. A pulse that grew stronger as he grew nearer. But perhaps it was just his own blood rushing in his ears…

When he reached the sixth door, he poised his hand to knock. The quick raps echoed in the stone hall. But that was the only answer.

He tapped again; perhaps the inhabitants didn’t hear him. Still no answer. Was this her room?

Without thought, he pushed the door open. Surprisingly, it wasn’t locked. Jamie peeked from around the door, the room seemingly empty. He would have left, had he not seen the unkempt bed heave.

He saw her then. Turned away from him, her body was lumped under a quilt, her dark hair twisted on the pillows. He stepped in the room.

Relief washed over him. Here she was, safe and resting in her bed. There was no need to worry. But he couldn’t find it in himself to leave.

He watched her, the small rise and fall of the quilt a comfort. One pale shoulder twitched, exposing itself. Bare. It made him wonder if she was completely bare under her coverings…

Wait. He shouldn’t be here. Staring at a sleeping woman was… inappropriate to say the least. He turned to leave, shame staining his face.

A weight fell on him, pitching him onto the floor with a shaking thud. Claire crouched above him, recognition lighting her face. She straightened up, brushing off her shift.

“Jamie!” She held out a hand to help him stand. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know it was you…” Her voice rang clear; the bruises on her throat had faded.

“Nay, lass. I shouldna be skulking about yer room.” He grabbed her proffered to steady himself as he rose. She was warm. Heat emanated in pinpricks, like sparks escaping a fire. An odd sensation, but not unpleasant.

“Is everything alright? I mean, did you need something?” Jamie was distracted by her voice, heard properly for the first time. Low and smooth, like a fine whiskey. “Jamie?”

“Hmm? Um… No. I… I…” He cleared his throat, hoping to clear his thoughts in the process. “I just… wanted to make sure ye were… okay. I havena seen ye in a couple days, ken? I was… worried, honestly.”

“Oh! Well, thank you. That’s very kind. I’ve been quite tired, but… I’m alright.” She held out her arms in demonstration, quickly realizing she was just in her sleep wear.

Jamie tried not to notice.

Quick as a snake strike, she had the quilt off the bed and draped around her. But the sight of Claire in her shift was already burned into his mind. Of course, he had seen her in such undress before when he met her, but this was different. Now clean and mending, standing next to a bed… He was sure he would dream about that.

“Well, I… uhhh… apologize, Mistress. I’ll just… I’ll leave…”

“Wait.” Jamie’s heart fluttered. She wanted him to stay. “Thank you. Really. No one else has checked on me. Well, besides Mrs. Fitz. She’s about as close to an angel as a human can be.”

“Well, it’s truly no trouble. I glad yer beginning to feel better.”

“I’ll make it up to you sometime.”

“Ye dinna need to…”

She shrugged. “I know that.”


Jamie began walking Losgann as soon as he arrived at the stables. The only pregnant mare at Leoch, Jamie liked to make sure she was well taken care of. He had grown fond of the cinnamon-colored female, and he knew she would foal a horse as strong and lovely as she.

“Oi, Jamie!” Old Alec yelled to him from across the stable, causing him and Losgann to jump simultaneously. “Who’s that?”

Jamie squinted in the diffused sun. A feminine figure emerged from the trees, and he instantly recognized that curly chestnut hair.

“Mistress Beauchamp!” He exclaimed, with a small wave. She waved back.

“Hello!” She approached the gate carefully, eyes on Losgann. “Hello, sweet girl.”

“What are ye doing out here?” He looked over her quickly, her sickly yellow bruises brighter in the sunlight. Though, he supposed yellow was better than deep purple. They were healing, at least.

“Well, I told you I would make it up to you, so…” She shook the basket hooked on her arm. “I brought you a bit of lunch.”

“Oh, aye? That was kind of ye. Would ye care to join me? I just need to put Losgann back in her–”

“Thank you, Jamie. But I can’t. Now that I’m out of bed, I must meet with the Laird…”

“Ahhh.” Jamie nodded in understanding. “The great Colum Mackenzie.”

“Your uncle, I hear.”

He turned sharply. “Who told ye that?”

“Oh, a little bird told me…” She blinked owlishly at him, teasing.

“Aye, and I’d wager that little bird’s name is Glenna Fitzgibbons.”

She grinned. “Perhaps.”

He couldn’t help but smile back. “Ah, well. ‘Tis no secret.”

“To be honest, I’m a but nervous…”

“Ye dinna need to be. Colum is a strict man, but he means well. His brother, Dougal, on the other hand…”

“Good to know. Thank you.”

“No trouble.” He didn’t want her to leave, but they both had their duties. “I suppose I’ll see ye…”

“At dinner.” He eyes were piercing, compelling. He couldn’t say no to her, even if he wanted to. Which he did not.

“Aye. Dinner. Sounds lovely. I’ll save ye a seat.”

“Wonderful. Goodbye Jamie!”

“Bye, Claire.”

He watched her turn and walk away, her fingers trailing through tall grass about her waist.

Essays in Existentialism: Monarchy II (Preview)

The wedding was a celebration that didn’t want to end. The halls were decked and the church was set with al manner of ancient allies and long forgotten grudges. For a week, the entire thing was all over the news, all over the world, in fact. It was a party akin to a United Nations summit, and it had the makings of an infamous reception.

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jjohnkeats  asked:

Hello, Elise! for the writing prompts thing, Enjoltaire and "I wish we could stay like this forever" .

Here is a high school AU because my feelings will not be contained

The afternoon was drawing to a close, filling Grantaire’s bedroom in a warm, comforting light. There was something about this place that Enjolras cherished, a feeling of comfort he rarely found anywhere else.

Grantaire’s bedroom was more than the sum of its parts. It was not so much the Beatles and Fall Out Boy posters, or the pictures of Grantaire as a child, or the evolution of the watercolours stuck on the walls that created that sensation. Grantaire’s presence was so embedded in these walls that just being there made Enjolras feel light as a feather. Of course, having Grantaire with him only doubled the feeling. Oh lord, if he went any higher, he’d touch the clouds…

His boyfriend shuffled against him, pulling Enjolras out of his reverie. Grantaire’s head rested comfortably on his stomach, while Enjolras slowly played with his hair to the rhythm of Grantaire’s vinyls. The only thing his father had given him, apparently. That and a hatred for mathematics. And his hair, too. Enjolras had to say, he was grateful for that.

“So do you like it? The music?” Grantaire asked.

Enjolras had no idea what was playing.

“It’s catchy. I like it. The lyrics aren’t very… groundbreaking.”

“When it doubt, write something about love. Add in some vague physical attributes. There will always be a sucker somewhere to relate.”

There was truth to that. There was something about love songs that finally resonated with Enjolras lately. They didn’t all sound dumb anymore. Though most of them still did, but it was mostly due to bad poetry.

Enjolras was so engrossed in the music and in an atmosphere that he could only describe as “Grantaire” that he didn’t hear the knock on the door. It was too late when Grantaire’s mother came into the room, with Grantaire’s little sister in tow. Immediately, Enjolras’ bubble popped and a wave of panic engulfed him. He promptly took his hands off Grantaire’s hair and straightened his back, ready for the debacle. Something along the line of “Get away from my son!”

It never came.

Instead, Grantaire’s mother just smiled and put a platter of food and drinks on her son’s desk, without even batting an eye.

“I kept calling you from the kitchen, but the music must have been too loud. I thought you’d be hungry, it’s almost six.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Thank you,” Enjolras echoed timidly.

Grantaire’s sister, who must not have been more than 6, took a couple of steps into the bedroom.

“Can I play with you, R?”

Grantaire’s mom was quick to take the little girl by the hand to guide her the other way.

“I think Grantaire wants to hang out with his friend for the moment, Delphine. Come on, we should leave the boys alone, maybe they’ll want to play later.”

They were gone as quickly as they had come. Enjolras, still confused and on his guards, looked at the space Grantaire’s mother had occupied just a second ago. Grantaire had not moved an inch, as though the incident was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. Had the same scene played in Enjolras’ bedroom, starring Enjolras’ mother, the outcome would have been radically different.

“So… that happened.”

“What happened?”

“Your mom. Catching you with me.”

Grantaire snorted.

“Oh come on, it’s not like she caught us doing the good ol’ beast with two backs! She’s seen more jarring than two guys cuddling on a bed.”

“So this is okay? I mean.. Your mom, she’s cool with us being together?”

“I guess. I mean I talked about it with her before, you know. All that bi stuff.”

Enjolras propped himself up on the bed to have a better look at Grantaire’s expression.

“Ooh.What did she say?”

“She made a bi flag cake,” Grantaire shrugged, though Enjolras could hear the fondness in his voice. “Raspberry, blueberry and blackberry. T’was a grand night. Never quite understood why blueberries where-Why are you smiling?”

“Nothing. I just wish we could stay like this forever.”