“ Do you think you can teach me that? ” + flinthamilton
Peach verse setting. (Quick note: shuttlecock was an early name for the sport of badminton.;)
They were returning from selling peaches at a neighbor’s farm when James saw an unusual scene up ahead on the side of the road. He was used to vendors setting up and selling various wares on this stretch of road, but as their wagon approached he saw a group of children instead. They were playing a game of sorts. He smiled when he saw what it was.
“What on earth are they doing?” Thomas asked as they came closer.
“Don’t you recognize it?” asked James. “They’re playing shuttlecock.”
Thomas looked and him and blinked.
“I beg your pardon?”
James laughed outright.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never played shuttlecock.”
“It sounds like something we ought to keep confined the bedroom.”
James laughed again.
“It was one of my favorites as a child,” he said. “It’s quite simple but very addictive. You must keep that little thing sailing through the air there from touching the ground.”
“It can be more challenging than it looks.”
“Do you think you can teach me?” Thomas asked, sounding intrigued.
The next day James had procured two racquets and a shuttlecock from the same group of children. He and Thomas walked out on their property where the peach orchard gave way to a flat expanse of field, perfect for the game.
James directed Thomas to stand out in the center of the field while he backtracked a good ways with his racquet and the shuttlecock.
“All right,” he yelled out to Thomas. “I’m going to send it to you. All you have to do is to hit the shuttle cock and send it back to me.”
Thomas patted the racquet and yelled back that he was ready. James dropped the shuttlecock and smacked it hard on the cork with the racquet. The little cylindrical-shaped object went flying in a huge arc through the air and towards Thomas, who was forced to make a quick sprint in order to reach it before it hit the ground. He did so, sending back across the field and to James, who also had to run a bit to make his target.
Thomas missed it that time. James instructed him the best way to hit it and they started again. By the time Thomas called it quits it was nearly sundown. They met up in the field. Thomas was hot and sweaty but grinning.
“I cannot believe I enjoyed this as much as I have,” he said, a bit winded. “You were right, it is addictive.”
James give him a quick peck on the lips, beaming.
“And just look what it does to you,” he added, moving his eyes up and down over Thomas’s body suggestively.
“If you get this worked up over it, then we’ll play it every week, at least.”
“James, I’m much too tired for sex just now.”
“I know. But let’s take a dip in the river and see what happens, hmm?”
AU where instead of going to Samwell, Jack starts a widely successful Publicly Broadcast show for children.
Jack learns that he is great with kids after coaching them for a little over two years. Moreover, kids are good with Jack. There is no pressure to be anything other than who he is.
It all starts with a local news program doing a fluff piece on Jack Zimmermann’s coaching ability. But then it turned into something completely different when Jack skated onto camera and started to introduce every single one of his kids and what was special about them. He was…really enchanting actually. He didn’t ever really talk down to them. Jack just treated them as a tiny friend.
They ARE his tiny friends, but that’s not the point.
The footage they got of “snack time” was really the best. Imagine a good 16 kids piled around this massive man teaching them the best way to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
It should have been obvious that a local channel would contact him. It still surprises Jack. They want him to host a show? Why? Everyone always teased him about how impersonable he was during interviews. Is it because he’s Jack Zimmermann’s son? Or Alicia’s?
Jack asks all of these questions to his mother and she just laughs. “You made a PB&J interesting to 16 kids just by being you”
sometimes when pidge looks at herself in the mirror, she sees matt.
it’s in the golden brown of her eyes, the way they catch the light that seems to dance along her irises. the small freckles dotting her skin like the constellations matt would talk about when she was younger.
it’s in the subtle curves of her face when her mouth is quirked in a smile, the tiny crinkle of her eyes when she squints. the small gap between her front teeth that they both share.
it’s in the gentle waves of her hair, curling out in a way that seems to engulf her entire face. the bridge of her nose that arches out to hold her brother’s glasses.
sometimes when pidge looks at herself in the mirror, she cries.
Stiles listens to his dad ask him the same question that comes up way too often, and gets lost counting the dark flecks that scatter across the white expanse of the all-too-familiar hospital ceiling. Here again, and ‘He’ll be fine,’ the doctor says.
His dad wants to hear it from Stiles’ lips, though. Is he okay?
Is he really okay?
His answer doesn’t come as easily as it used to, no quip or snap back like it’s easy come easy go. The feckless lie sticks in the back of his throat, burning away like a hot coal choking the life out of him.
He’s said it more than a million times, and no super-hearing anybody has heard his heart skip a single beat. Or maybe they did, but that thought doesn’t make it any easier, because that means they’ve ignored it a million times, too. And it should be easy, he’s brilliant at lying straight to his father’s face these days. Stiles knows how to twist a definition to make it true, how to believe in nothing and make it something.
Molehills out of mountains.
Tip of the iceberg.
Shrink it down until it’s just an ember, a single flicker of pain low in his chest. It burns enough to remind him that it’s there, but cool enough for him to force the words out.
He stops counting the tiny holes in the ceiling, and plasters a bright, brilliant lie across his face.
I'd LOVE if you could write a drunk Simon confessing his feelings to Jace when he drives him home! Especially if it's super fluffy!
yeeeeeeee i love Drunk Shenanigans!!!
“So this is what you do when I don’t go out with you?” Jace asks, huffing warm air over his fingers. It’s freezing, and he forgot his gloves, because he rushed over here to pick up one Simon Lewis from trying to get back to the apartment they share while drunk as hell.
“Don’t get mad at me, I made good choices, did good things!” Simon says, pouting prettily as he tilts his head back and looks up at Jace. He’s slumped against Maia and Clary, who are quietly giggling to themselves.
“He did - ‘good things’ is the cute blonde back in there!” Maia sniggers, and Jace feels his heart break a little more. He scowls, trying to get over the tiny pang in his chest. He’s long since accepted that Simon doesn’t feel the same way as he does, but it still fucking sucks because the guy he likes is the guy he lives with, and the guy who’s made it his mission to insert himself into every part of Jace’s life.
“I didn’t do him.” Simon insists. “I was gonna, but he’s verrrrrrrrrrrry.”
“Very what?” Clary asks, leaning forward. Jace sighs and pushes her back as she begins to topple off the bench.
“Very.” Simon agrees, and Jace raises an eyebrow. He’s about to press for more information, when Magnus appears.
“Oh, finally.” He groans. “Take Simon home, I’ll deal with the girls.”
“What did you guys drink?” Jace asks, exasperated as Maia nearly punches him in the face in her haste to cling to Clary.
“We had a competition, and I severely underestimated their tolerance.” Magnus sighs, massaging his temples. “Come along, darlings.” Maia and Clary stumble off with Magnus, and Jace tugs Simon upright.
“You good, man?” He asks quietly. Simon hums quietly and leans into Jace’s side.
“Not gonna be sick or anything.” He confirms, and Jace laughs softly, slinging an arm around Simon’s shoulder and steering him to the car.
“I’ve drunk enough with you to know what you’re like.” Jace muses. “And I am so glad you’re not the kind to throw up. I would not let you within ten feet of my car if you were.”
“What kind of drunk am I?” Simon asks brightly, then promptly slips on the sidewalk and crumples, holding on to Jace’s arms for dear life. Jace sighs and hauls him back up, and suddenly Simon is very close, close enough to count each eyelash fluttering over warm brown eyes.
“Clumsy.” Jace says hoarsely, transfixed by the hazy desire clouding Simon’s eyes, before he remembers that Simon is fucking drunk, and he sighs and steps away. “Come on, Lewis.”
He manages to get Simon into the car with minimal fuss. Simon does try to convince Jace that North Dakota doesn’t exist, but it’s not even the biggest conspiracy theory Simon’s brought up, so Jace isn’t worried as he starts up the car and peers behind him, backing slowly out of the parking space.
“Oh my god you’re driving.” Simon says suddenly. Jace snorts as he waits patiently for a gaggle of teens to cross the street. “Since when do you drive?”
“Since a month ago, you went with me to get my license.” Jace mutters. “You’re such a dumbass when you’re drunk.”
“Let me out, Jace is gonna kill me with his driving!” Simon moans, sinking low into his seat.
“I’m gonna dieeeeee.” Simon warbles, and then pauses. “Do you have any water? Or can we stop by the ocean to get a drink?”
“Yeah, I don’t think the Atantic is what you need right now.” Jace says, reaching behind with one hand and grabbing the water he’d thrown in the back seat when he’d heard Simon was drunk.
“Lifesaver.” Simon says gratefully as he takes the bottle and twists the cap off, guzzling it down. He only gets one tiny dribble of water down his chin, and Jace glances over as the car idles at a red light on an empty street.
“You’ve got a - “ He gestures, and Simon frowns.
“A printer?” He asks, excited. Jace shakes his head, bemused.
“Why the fuck would there be a printer?” He asks, glancing once to check that it’s still a red light before he reaches over and swipes his thumb over the drop of water, Simon’s stubble rough under his skin. “There.”
The light changes to green and he drops his hand back to the wheel, focusing on driving - Simon’s partially right, Jace isn’t the best driver - and there’s silence in the car until he looks back to Simon, worried about the lack of unstoppable rambling.
Simon is looking at him with a strange, unreadable look on his face, his eyes dark and stormy. Jace frowns and opens his mouth, about to ask what’s wrong, when Simon blurts out, “Do you know Jace Wayland?”
“Oh my God.” Jace says, shaking his head. “Not this again.” Simon has a habit of conflating Jace and Captain America while he’s drunk, which is cute, but so not helpful.
“If you see him,” Simon continues, his voice turning a little sad, “can you tell him to kiss me?”
“What?” Jace asks, not at all proud of the way his voice goes an octave higher.
“I mean, you’re Captain America. He has to listen to you, right?” Simon asks as Jace tries desperately to focus on pulling into their building’s garage.
“Buddy,” Jace gets out in a strangled voice, “I think Jace Wayland doesn’t need me to tell him to kiss you.”
“Did he say something? Does he not want to?” Simon asks, insistently patting Jace’s arm.
“No.” Jace says shortly, killing the engine and opening the door.
“Then you should command him. Jace would listen to you, you have muscles!”
“Oh my God.” Jace groans as he gets Simon out of the car. He staggers a little as Simon leans in with all his weight. “Why is drunk you so horny?”
“I’m not horny, I love him!” Simon declares. Jace promptly drops Simon. “Ow.” Simon complains from the floor.
“Lewis. Always complicating things.” Jace says, his heart beating faster and a smile creeping onto his face despite himself.
“I’m serious, he’s adorable and he cares so much and he’s so good to the world.” Simon says as Jace hauls him off the ground. “Please get him to kiss me.” Jace’s heart clenches and he smiles giddily at Simon.
“Wake up sober, and I will.” He promises, and Simon nods sleepily, nuzzling into Jace’s neck.
(The next morning, Jace waits as long as it takes for Simon to stumble into the kitchen and blearily make himself a cup of coffee before he backs the other man into the counter, gets a hand in his shirt, and kisses him as thoroughly as he can. Simon whimpers, his hands flailing for a bit and hitting Jace’s head before settling around Jace’s back, and then he gets with the program, pressing back and sliding his tongue across Jace’s.
“Got a message from Captain America.” Jace murmurs when they break apart to breathe, his voice low and amused as he watches the bright red flush overtake Simon’s cheeks.
“Oh God.” Simon groans. “Of all the idiotic things I’ve done - “
“I love you too.”
“ - that was probably not the worst.” Simon concludes, his smile turning blindingly bright. Jace laughs warmly at that and reels Simon in for another kiss, unable to help himself. The guy he’s in love with is nerdy as fuck, but it’s the sweetest thing in the world, and Jace will send the creator of Captain America a fruit basket if it makes Simon happy.)
Can we please, as a fandom, kill this popular fan headcanon that Nursey’s mums/parents don’t care about him or often leave him alone or whatever? And can we especially kill how this is usually juxtaposed with the Poindexter parents being more supportive and loving and better to Nursey than his own parents?
Nursey’s parents adore him and want to spend as much time with him as they can and Dex’s parents are not better than them.
Mom. I had a very terrible day. I was hoping you could make it better, tell me something, a small sanvers love scene? It doesn't have to be long and I know you don't want us to request promt and I totally respect it... thanks mom
“Hey pretty lady.”
Maggie hums contentedly as Alex slips strong arms around her waist and kisses the back of her neck. She lets herself melt back into those arms, and she swears she’s never known any feeling like Alex’s stomach and chest warm and steady against her back.
“Long day?” Maggie asks, because long days either always end with her tied up and writhing under Alex or with Alex snuggling, kissing her neck gently, never letting go of her body.
Alex Danvers doesn’t have a lot of middle ground, and Maggie loves it.
“Mmmm.” Alex traces her lips across Maggie’s neck, and Maggie giggles.
“Ally, I’m making dinner.”
Alex stills immediately, but Maggie reaches behind her to keep their bodies close.
“Wanna turn off the burner?” Alex asks, and Maggie knows the question under her question.
She smiles and she complies and she turns in Alex’s arms, looking up into steady eyes.
“Something you want, Danvers?”
Alex takes Maggie’s bottom lip gently between her teeth, and Maggie swoons.
“Only the most beautiful woman in the world,” Alex tells her in low tones between kisses.
Maggie pulls back and tilts her head, trying and failing to hide a smile.
“So you want… yourself.”
Alex pffts and squirms and blushes, her suave evaporated in Maggie’s warmth for a moment. But only for a moment.
“You, Maggie Sawyer. I want you.”
Maggie licks her lips slowly, slowly enough that Alex’s eyes drag down to watch, that Alex’s breath hitches, and Maggie’s relishes the feeling of being the sole focus of Alex Danvers’s attention.
“Then take me, Alex.”
Alex doesn’t need to be told twice.
Before Maggie can gasp, before Maggie can take another breath, Alex has reached down to the backs of her thighs, picking her up and holding her, legs wrapped around Alex’s hips, and Maggie is glad Alex’s grip is so solid, because she’s swooning again, and Alex’s lips are on hers again and she’s holding her close and if someone didn’t know Alex, they’d think it was going to progress fast, progress hard, but that’s not Alex. Not today, anyway.
Today, the most demanding thing about her is the way she’s holding Maggie up, but everything else – the attention she dedicates to Maggie’s jawline, the homage she pays to Maggie’s lips, the devotion she shows to that sensitive spot at the base of Maggie’s throat – is an act of prayer, an act of solace, an act of worship.
“Can I take you to bed?” she breathes, and Maggie hums her yes into Alex’s mouth.
Maggie doesn’t open her eyes as Alex turns and, still kissing her, carries her up the steps to her bedroom. She doesn’t need to open them, doesn’t need to monitor Alex’s steps, because Alex has her safe, Alex has her steady, Alex has her always.
She can’t count the number of times, the number of languages, that Alex murmurs her I love yous in as she slowly strips off Maggie’s clothes, as she meticulously kisses each newly exposed inch of her skin, marking each burning bit of Maggie’s body as desired, as loved, as worthy, as hers.
Maggie doesn’t scream when she cums in Alex’s mouth, not today, not today, because today is softer than screams, quieter than her usual writhing; but she does still grasp desperately at her hair, does still sigh out her name, over and over and over, does still let her entire body shudder with the soft force of Alex’s love shuttling through her.
“You’re gorgeous, Alex,” she rasps, gravel in her voice, as Alex wipes her mouth on her shoulder and crawls up to hold her. “You’re gorgeous, and I’m gonna love you forever.”
That being said, in honor of father’s day because I have mommy issues, not daddy issues, I’ve decided to make you guys a list of my favorite fics featuring SuperCorp/SuperCat with kids and the occasional baby Supergirl.
SuperCat sans the Kryptonian powers. This was the very first Supergirl fic I bookmarked on AO3. Features Kara Danvers as the kickass taekwondo instructor(a retired Olympian), who recently opened a new studio just a short walk away from Cat Grant’s apartment. The kid in this fic is none other than Carter Grant who is a 3-year-old in this AU and totally in love with Kara before Cat is.
SuperCat established relationship, features both Carter and a new little bundle of joy. When a Kryptonian pod crashes to Earth, Supergirl brings home a surprise for Cat. Fluff and adorableness ensue. Also, includes some fun nods to Kryptonian culture.
10 installments featuring a total of 11 chapters, 52K+ words, Each work is complete, Rated: G-T (Depending on the work)
AU where Kara is a preschool teacher rather than working at Catco, and has yet to come out at Supergirl. Lena has an adorable daughter and has yet to take over L-Corp. Also, features married Sanvers with an adorable daughter Jamie.
When Lorelai L. Danvers gets kidnapped from the future by Lillian Luthor, she does the only logical thing she can think of. She tracks down her mom Lena Luthor. In the future, Lena and Kara have married and had a child. This is super beautifully written. It’s got fluff and it’s got angst. The entire time you are rooting for everybody. I don’t much want Lorelai to go back to the future, but I know she has to. IF YOU ARE NOT READING THIS, YOU SHOULD BE!!!!
A fifth dimension break of some sort, likely an Imp, decides to toss Kara and Lena’s lives into chaos. After going to bed in different apartments on differents sides of town, the duo wake up, naked, in bed, together, in a completely new apartment. Only to be even more confused when they hear a child screaming for its mother from another room. Said child turns out to be theirs and according to all of the pictures in what appears to be their apartment, they are married. Just add in that everyone including J’onn and Alex believes the two are married (a spell that is broken more easily for some than others). As the two try to figure out what is causing the changes, what they assume is an imp causes more and more chaos. Not much is clear, but one thing sure is, the Imp really wants Kara and Lena to live happily together. A fantastic, cute fic. If you aren’t rooting for these two the whole time, I don’t know what you’re doing here.
What started a one-shot for the author’s SuperCorp one-shot compilation series, turned into a multi-chapter fic. Most chapters are pretty stand alone. They revolve around the story of a little girl, Lexington, that Lena and Kara adopt from an orphanage. It is fluffy and sweet and the little girl is witty. Doesn’t just focus on her being young, some chapters focus on a college age Lexington. I highly recommend this.
This is an AU fic. Kara is not Kryptonian but still really amazing. After having a short affair with Cat Grant’s son, Adam Foster, Kara finds herself pregnant. The story picks up as the child is being born. This is a fix-it(ish) fic, the infant is ‘Mike’ a Mon-el replacement. Kara move into one of Cat Grant’s apartments in National City, to live with Adam who she is not with, just wants to have him near for his son. After taking the baby home, a stranger comes into her apartment, the stranger is none other than Lena Luthor. They start a friendship and are slowly falling in love. This is a hardcore slow burn, but it burns SOOOO good.
13 chapters, 35K+ words, not complete/chapters are standalone one-shots Rated:G
This is a future fic, where Lena and Kara are married and have had a son (Sawyer), eventually a set of twins are added into the picture. It is super adorable and they are such a great little family. There are also snippets including Alex and Maggie. Every chapter ends happy, and the author is AMAZING!!!!
10 chapters, 84K+ words, not complete (projected for 14 chapters) Rated:T
Rather than Mon-El the Prince of Daxam being in the pod at the beginning of season 2, this fic features Mon-El Princess of Daxam, a sweet little girl that Kara takes in to raise. Taking on the name, Myka Danvers, the little girl is adorable and has an instant connecting with on Miss Lena Luthor. It doesn’t take long for Kara to reveal that both her and Myka are aliens, but it does take a little bit of time for Kara and Lena to acknowledge their feelings for one another. Also, features awesome Aunt!Alex and her partner in crime Maggie the coolest Sawyer falling in love.
4 chapters, 5K+ words, not complete (This is a super new fic), Rated:G
After he is arrested and put away for the rest of his life, Lex Luthor’s little sister Lena is left to take on the most daunting task of all: Motherhood. It’s what’s been keeping her from pursuing a relationship with everyone’s favorite Kryptonian, mostly because her new role is kept under wraps. This is just starting out, and it is ADORABLE!
Kara Danvers AKA Supergirl has been keeping a secret for 6 years, the only people who know the truth as Clark Kent AKA Kal-El who helped her figure things out and Astra In-Ze, who was willing to trade J’onn’s safety for Kara’s deepest secret. When that secret runaway to be with her mom, Kara must figure out how to balance being Supergirl, a cub-reporter, and parenthood, not to mention trying to figure out her relationship with Lena. Features super-douche Mon-El, who gets kicked to the curb pretty dang quick. Supergood!
7 Chapters, 12K+ words, not complete but slated to finish at chapter 8, Rated:T
Supergirl and Superman find an experiment in one of Lex’s old labs, something that Superman wants nothing to do with. The experiment is a little boy that is a Luthor/Super hybrid, a clone that is half Lex half Kal-el/Clark. Rather than let the country take him and potentially have him destroyed because no one has decided if a clone has basic human rights, Kara wraps him in her cape and flys him to a National City children’s hospital when Lena meets her and takes the steps to adopt the boy as she is his closest human relative. Fluff ensues that finds Co-Moms Kara and Lena who fall in love.
No relationship pairings in this one. Supergirl gets hit by purple Kryptonite which in this fic causes Supergirl to be transformed into a toddler. Features lots and lots of sickeningly sweet fluff, Cat and Alex take turns babysitting the newest little bundle, also a little bit of everyone’s favorite sass-master, Lucy Lane.
After the DEO recovers a Kryptonian device, Kara messes with it and is turned into a much younger self, in fact, a 9-month-old baby version of herself. This is a Sanvers fic and I LOVE IT! It is super fluffy and super adorable. Also, it features most of the DEO squad.
After going off earth/dimension for yet another mission, Kara is returned via being dumped on Alex’s living room floor in the middle of the night. The catch? The Supergirl that is returned is not the one that left, instead, it is a toddler version of the Kryptonian, who is sad and confused. The icing on the cake is that Maggie is super down to handle a toddler. Alex on the other hand? Not so much. Add in Lena Luthor coming to search for definitely not her girlfriend and stumbling upon a tiny blonde Supergirl, who is definitely attached to the L-Corp CEO.
real talk though in a Fae AU who would be the fairy and who would be the human?
honestly i can see Credence having a strange fascination with humans
and Graves is kind of a skeptic, one of those ‘i don’t believe in
He goes to some country village for a vacation and
all the locals are superstitious af and they warn him to watch for fairy
rings when he walks through the woods. Graves is kinda like ‘yeah,
sure, I’ll do that’
Graves does eventually wind up in the woods and he ends up walking right into a fairy ring naturally.
comes out looking like he does and Graves definitely believes someone
that pretty isn’t human. Then he realizes that means the locals were right
after all and his ‘oh, shit’ moment must show on his face cause Credence
just kinda smiles and promises that he’s not here to hurt him.
So they get to talking a little bit, Graves telling Credence that the villagers all warned him about how dangerous fairies are.
looks a little upset at that and when Graves presses he finds out that Credence is actually pretty lonely. Because of all the superstitions
about his kind, humans try and avoid Credence even though he really doesn’t
mean them any harm.
“So does that mean… I’m not really trapped in this thing?” Graves asks, glancing around at the toadstools.
Credence spreads his arms. “No. You’re free to go.”
Graves tries stepping over the toadstools and, sure enough, he isn’t stopped by anything.
Credence starts to fade back into the forest, but Graves stops him before he can leave completely.
“What do you want with humans, anyways?”
Credence glances back at him, shrugging. “Nothing, really. I’m just curious.”
Graves hesitates a bit, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I… guess I could stay for a bit. If you have any questions.”
Credence’s face lights up and he practically floats over to Graves, eyes shining. “I have so many.”
So they strike up this sort of unusual friendship with Graves heading into the woods every couple of days to see Credence while all the villagers sort of scratch their heads and wonder why he’s so eager to die.
and then you could probs throw something in there about Credence being a fairy prince or something, and his mother Mary Lou disapproves of humans and finds out about him sneaking off all the time to see Graves, like there are ways you could go with that
I can also see fairy King Graves, stern and determined to keep his people from harm by keeping them away from humans.
He knows what they’re like, they’ll probably want to cut them open, see what makes them tick, or at the very least try and steal fairy magic for their own.
So he sets up fairy rings and slowly they gain a reputation amongst humans for being dangerous things. ‘Go near the fairy rings and wind up dead.’
Credence doesn’t mean to stumble into one, but it’s dark in the woods and he’s not watching where he’s going, just desperate to get away from the oppressive church and the mother who’s not his mother.
Once he realizes what he’s done he’s scared, of course, but there’s also a small spark of relief. No more Mary Lou, no more scars, no more overwhelming guilt for being what he is…
Graves appears to find Credence sitting in the middle of the ring, arms wrapped around his legs, chin propped on his knees, looking amazingly calm for someone who’s supposedly about to die.
“Do you know what happens to people who step inside my rings?” Graves mutters darkly, thinking it’s possible that the young man is just incredibly ignorant.
But all Credence says is a quiet, “Yes.”
Graves has to admit, he’s a bit taken aback by the subdued response. “Then why aren’t you screaming? Or trying to escape?”
Credence just shrugs.
Slightly intrigued, Graves holds off on killing him. Instead, he decides to let Credence (who really does look quite pathetic) go with a warning to never mention the incident to anyone unless he wants Graves to come back and finish the job.
Credence agrees and sets back off to the village.
Graves watches him the next few days, determined to make sure that the boy isn’t going to tell anyone. But Credence is true to his word and keeps his mouth shut about fairies and their rings.
Unbeknownst to Credence, of course, Graves also sees who and what he lives with. Graves never has understood how humans could treat one of their own that way.
And one night he just kind of decides he’s had enough of sitting back and watching this happen, so he appears to Credence, tells him he knows what Mary Lou has been doing, and all Credence has to do is get Mary Lou out to a fairy ring, Graves will take care of the rest.
A few nights later Credence runs off again, making sure not to pull too far ahead this time so Mary Lou continues to follow him. He knows his way around better than she does, and so he skirts right around the fairy ring but she steps directly into it.
As soon as she realizes what Credence has done she starts screaming at him, warning him what she’ll do to him as soon as she gets out of this. But she never gets the chance to follow through on any of her threats.
Graves materializes out of nowhere, staring at Mary Lou with blank hatred in his eyes. “Go back to the village, Credence,” he says flatly.
A huge s/o to everyone who liked my previous fic and it was so immensely amazing to see the response you guys are the best I love all of you thank you so much okay I’m going to stop now.Also,again, thanks to @ghostiemakingposties and Shradha(who still,apparently,has her wits about her and isn’t on this site) for beta-ing this.
Also, I’d just like to say that this? It’s tooth-rotting .I shit you not,this is so mushy I might puke.
That being said,constructive criticism is,as always,appreciated.Come talk to me.
Spread the love y'all!
The sun is what wakes him up and at first,Alec can’t place where he is.He feels a warm body pressed against him and an arm thrown across his torso.
Magnus Bane.High Warlock of Brooklyn. Possibly the most powerful downworlder in the state.
He slowly turns to his side, careful not to jostle the (beautiful) man next to him.The sight takes his breath away.
His boyfriend’s face is devoid of any make-up whatsoever and Alec feels so tremendously privileged to see him like this.
He’s told Magnus countless times that he’s beautiful without all the glitter and eyeliner but he respects his decision to use it because I don’t do this to look beautiful,Alexander.I do this to feel beautiful.
And right now,in the calm,with the sun streaming into the room through the cracks in the curtain and the tranquility the early morning offers,Alec can sort of see what he means.
His boyfriend is,no doubt,absolutely breathtaking without all the make-up on his face but it’s like all those products make him seem so much more…in control.It’s like an armour.Like this mask,preventing the world from seeing him as vulnerable or in need of help.
And Alec still feels honoured at being able to see this man without the façade he shows everyone else.
At getting the opportunity to see him so bare,but at the same time,so whole.
Right now,he sees the way the sun falls on his face,highlighting the hollows of his cheekbones and jaw.
He sees the way his nose slightly shifts and the small movements his lips make as he breathes in his sleep.
He notices the slight stubble on his chin that Magnus will no doubt shave off when he gets up,because Beards are for old people,Alexander,and I’m too fabulous to age.
He notices the soft sounds he makes as he exhales.A slow phew.
He notices his hair spread out around his head on the pillow like a mane.
He can count the number of eyelashes on Magnus and he does, because anything to do with Magnus is magical and beautiful and so absolutely lovely and Alec wants to know everything about him.
He looks at this man lying down next to him,cuddling into him,so calm and serene,and has two thoughts.
The first one is about how Magnus right now,this Magnus,is a contradiction. He’s so completely different from the one awake. The one who wouldn’t be caught dead wearing pajamas,albeit silk ones,on the streets unless he feels like starting a trend.The one who wouldn’t dare be seen unshaven and makeup-free.The one who would rather have dinner with Maryse than not be the life of the party,bright and exuberant and fun and so alive.
The second thought is about how lucky Alec is.He hardly dares to think about what his life could have been if Magnus hadn’t entered it when he did.He came in like a hurricane and refused to leave and for that Alec can’t be more thankful.
He vaguely thinks that he’s being exceptionally sappy this morning when his train of thought is interrupted by a voice.
“Staring is rude, I’ll have you know.”
It’s mumbled and a bit hoarse with remnants of sleep but nonetheless, Magnus’s voice makes him feel all warm and cozy inside.
“It’s more of an appreciative gaze than an intrusive one, really.”
He feels tingly,knowing that they’re so comfortable around eachother, that he can say these things to him, unreserved,without overthinking it.
“Well,in that case,appreciate all you want.”
Alec lets out a small laugh and marvels at this man’s ability to get him to show some kind of positive emotion before 8am and his cup of coffee.Actually,the fact that he gets him to show any emotion at all.
Magnus has made him feel so much in this short span of time and it’s like he brought so much light into Alec’s life with him.
“What are you thinking about?”
It sounds more awake but it’s somehow softer,more gentle.Like he knows.
And as Alec looks at this magnificent warlock next to him,this stunning man holding him like Alec’s his lifeline, clinging onto him,he feels so full of affection and there’s really only one thing he can reply with to that question.
McHanzo Week 2017, DAY 5:
Traditional || Unorthodox.
“I’m moving to your position.”
“Copy that, darlin’.”
McCree leaned back against the crates he had taken cover behind earlier in the fight, and scooched over when he heard the soft tap-tap of familiar prosthetic legs approaching. Hanzo slid home, and pressed his back against the crates as well.
Author’s Note: This is my attempt to make 6b what I wanted it to be – a celebration of my favorite in-show couple – leading up to the wedding – and to fix a few other things along the way. The divergence begins in “Murder Most Foul”, where there was no snooping, no ring-finding, and no Killian killing Charming’s father in a meaningless and out of character encounter. There was a fight; however, it was about something altogether different.
This chapter follows most of “A Wondrous Place,” with additions and changes. Thank you @ripplestitchskein for the speedy and excellent beta!
It was a stupid fight to begin with. The enormity of her mistake hit Emma as soon as the door closed behind Killian. The house lights flickered with the surge of emotion. Minutes passed while she fought herself. When the danger had passed, she stood for another moment leaning against the door, shaking.
“Son of a bitch.”
Emma pushed herself upright, grabbed her coat from the hook and went after him. Damp and bitter cold struck her, and the snow fell thickly. She could already barely see his footprints on the sidewalk, but Emma didn’t have to be a good tracker to know where Killian would have gone. She set out after him at a near-run.
By the time Emma caught up they were at the waterfront, and she was half-soaked from slipping in the snow and falling on her ass.
I have a Malec prompt for you: Alec returns to the Institute after spending the night at Magnus's. His neck (and deflect rune) is covered in hickies and he can't be bothered to heal them with a rune/is feeling defiant and doesn't want to.
i live for alec not giving any fucks
Alec pretty much figures out what’s wrong the second he steps into the Institute’s front hall. Raj looks over at him from his desk and arches a slow eyebrow, to which Alec scowls as furiously as he knows how. He can feel the heat suffusing through his cheeks as peoples’ eyes track his movements, their gaze falling to his neck where he is pretty sure Magnus has staked his claim.
“Bro.” Jace says as Alec approaches him and Izzy, regarding him with bemusement. “Are you serious?”
“No, I’m Alec.” He responds dryly. Izzy snorts and covers her mouth as she looks down at the table, flipping through something on her tablet.
“You’re not going to maybe…I dunno, cover up your goddamn hickeys?” Jace exclaims.
“Mm.” Alec hums noncommittally, peering over at Izzy’s tablet and assessing the incoming reports. He’s trying desperately to focus on that, instead of dwelling on how exactly he got those hickeys -
How he’d been straddling Magnus on the couch, pressing heated kisses along the underside of Magnus’ jaw, open-mouthed and slick, and so very, very filthy in a way he’s only recently figured out how to do; how Magnus had been groaning under him, his hips rolling relentlessly in graceful little circles, teasing Alec with just the right amount of friction, so endlessly good; how Alec had pulled back for just a second to drag his thumb over Magnus’ lower lip, ducking his head and smiling, and Magnus had flipped their positions, his biceps flexing under Alec’s grip as he’d pushed Alec back and bracketed him in with those long legs; how he’d scraped his teeth slowly, torturously down the line of Alec’s throat, and then closed his mouth in an imperfect seal over the angry red marks and sucked, his lips like a brand against Alec’s skin -
Alec shudders. Yeah, he can’t bring himself to even skim his fingertips over the marks without immediately melting and calling Magnus to just take him home and ravish him; there’s no way he’s pressing over them to draw a healing rune or something. Not happening.
And it’s - entirely possible - just a little bit - that Alec likes the reminder that Magnus loves him and doesn’t care who knows and that’s - there’s something so infinitely precious about that. He’s helpless in the face of anything Magnus does, reminded all over again that he’s found a love more extraordinary than he thought possible.
“I used to think it was cute that you’re so gone on him, but now it’s just tacky.” Jace complains, breaking Alec out of his reverie. Alec and Izzy glance at their brother to see him pouting impressively in a way he developed at age ten and never quite let go of. “I don’t walk in with hickies from my boyfriend, and I’ve arguably got more of an incentive to do so.”
“What?” Izzy asks, amused. “What incentive could you possibly have?”
“Simon’s a vampire.” Jace announces loudly as Simon and Clary walk out of the hallway and approach the table where the three of them are gathered, engrossed in some conversation. Alec arches an eyebrow as Jace continues, unaware of his boyfriend and Izzy’s girlfriend coming up from behind him, “He has a neck kink.”
Simon stops and flushes red, his mouth falling open as the surrounding Shadowhunters all look away, blushing, or - in the case of Raj - leer impressively for all of a second before he falls off his chair laughing.
“Lightwoods.” Raj wheezes as Alec rolls his eyes.
“Jace.” Simon hisses, and Jace looks back at Simon cheerfully.
“Hi babe.” He says, reaching out and snagging a hand in Simon’s shirt, pulling him closer. “Look, Alec’s got hickeys from Magnus. You refuse to let me leave without putting an iratze on my neck.”
“That is so much more about your sex life than I wanted to know, but good on you, Simon.” Izzy snickers. “Apparently you’re a lot more adventurous in bed than I realized.” Alec shudders.
“I’m so glad Magnus has his own apartment.” He mutters to himself. Clary laughs at that, and they exchange an exasperated glance over Jace and Izzy.
“Magnus is the High Warlock of Brooklyn.” Simon says, scowling up at Jace. “He could probably appear right now and whisk Alec away and no one could say anything. You’re just dating a simple vampire.”
“So what, Alec is allowed to have his hickeys?” Jace whines. Alec groans and tips his head back.
“When did we turn into a gossipcircle?” He sighs. “I’m allowed to have whatever the hell I want on my body because I am an actual adult. Leave off and take your weird jealousy somewhere else private.”
“Good idea.” Jace says, smiling winningly at Simon, who throws his hands up and mutters something that sounds suspiciously like ‘insatiable’ before he stalks off with Jace in tow.
“I guess we’ll go on patrol in a few hours?” Izzy asks, laughing as she draws Clary closer. “And you, big brother, can go back to Magnus and ask him to finish what he started on your neck.”
“I hate all of you.” Alec says, even as he takes his phone out to text Magnus to come and do exactly that.
(When they go on patrol, Alec has a matching line of hickeys extending from just below his collar to just above the waistband of his jeans. This time, his meddling siblings do not see them.)