sometimes things appear on me though

The Elsewhere Child

He was supposed to take my memories when he brought me here, the seelie knight, who had been commanded to escort me home with a simple “take it away, it’s too old now and it bores me” from the noble who had kept me for the past while. I traded him my singing voice for them though, and now where once sweet music poured from my lips only hoarse and untuned notes fall out without any of the tempo or melody they had before. Now I think I made a bad trade. It might have been better, if I didn’t remember, or remembered something else entirely.

I stare at the boy next to me in the circle, I was asked to join this circle as a way to make me feel part of something, part of a circle. They call the circle a support group for abducted children. Children who were abducted and got away, that is, I don’t think there’s a support group for those currently abducted. Their abductors wouldn’t allow them to attend, I suppose. The boy is speaking about the man who touched him, speaking of the horrible way he loved that man, because he was a child, and he had to love someone. Are his memories true? Or is he like me? Did a faerie take him away, and replace the memories from Under the Hill with these tragedies? Why? Did he commit some crime? I cannot say.

I am fascinated by the girl who sits next to the girl directly across from me in the circle. She tells us to call her Angie. She wears ratty clothes, not the sort of poor chic that seems to be an underlying trend, with jackets made of patches and ribbed cloth sold at malls, but real grunge. The tears in her sleeves reveal razor scars, her hair is short, she wants to look tough, she wants people to cross the street to get away from her when they see her coming. She is not tough. She is nervous, always nervous, always afraid, though she hides it well. None of these things are too interesting to me, those things I can see anywhere, but I thought context would be important so that the fact that she’s a pathological liar would not be the only thing you knew about her.

She is a pathological liar.

Her lies fascinate me.

After group chat, I take her aside and we talk, sometimes just for a few minutes, sometimes for hours, and I watch her fabricate thousands of untruths, from tiny white ones to huge fantastical ones as bright and colorful as her life has never been. Some days, I believe everything she says and some days I question each word, trying to figure out her secret.

It’s a strange thing, I was taken before I really knew my name, and each faerie that’s kept me (I was a pet for them) called me something different. Do I even have a true name? I’ve been Jane Doe since I showed up, stumbling barefoot and confused into a police station moments after midnight (at least the knight knew to leave me near a place of authority), so I’ve been introducing myself as Roe, like the deer. They ran my DNA through the missing children’s database (I didn’t understand what that was at first, was shocked at how closely humans had approximated magic with computers), but there was no match. I told them I didn’t know how long ago I’d been abducted, and suggested that it might have been before the database was made. They laughed and said I was eighteen, and DNA technology had been around much longer than me. I tried to explain that time was different where I had been kept, but they simply patted me on my head and told me they were sure that it seemed that way to me at the time.

They stared at me worriedly when one of them brought me a McDonald’s Happy Meal, and I asked what she wanted for it. She told me nothing. No one here ever asks for anything besides courtesy in return for their food, but old habits are hard to break. Even now, in my foster home, I cannot help insisting that my hosts confirm that this food is a gift freely given. They asked me to help them cook and I broke down in tears because there was a cast iron skillet on the stove (“Please don’t make me, iron burns, iron burns, and it gets under your skin and makes you go grey and lifeless like a flower severed from its roots, plea-please, please don’t make me”). It took them an hour to convince me that they weren’t trying to force me to poison myself, and the food burned (“I said I would help you, you asked me to cook and I agreed, but, but please don’t make me, it burns, it’ll burn me!” “It’s alright darling, you don’t have to cook if you don’t want to.” “But I said I would! It was an oath!” “We’re sorry, we wouldn’t have asked if we’d known it would upset you, you can help some other way if you like.” “You… absolve me of my oath?” “Yes, of course we do darling!”).

I am more comfortable with iron now, I am not one of the Fair Folk, after all, it will not harm me. Correction, a blade of iron would harm me, but not because it was made of iron. It does, however, mess with my glamor.

It is a difficult thing, growing up bathed in magic and yet to have none of your own. A pixie once spoke of how she envied my hair, and I said, on impulse, “do you want it?” So a trade was made. She gave me the ability to change my appearance, and she walked away with my hair. I expected my hair to grow back after a time though… it did not. With my glamor I can have the appearance of having whatever hair I please, and sometimes I change it daily, but when I sleep or when iron is near my bare head is revealed. It is assumed by my hosts and everyone around me that I have many wigs, I have told them I do not, but they don’t believe in magic, so they insist on believing this instead.

I hide when I hear thunder, duck into a bathroom and put everything on backward and inside out if I’m in public, or simply sit quiet if I’m home. The first time I did this, it shook me to my core when someone told me “You know, your shirt is on backward.” I started to panic, until I realized that I could see myself too. It was a revelation, discovering that there was something humans could see that the Good Neighbors couldn’t.

It still boggles my mind how much people throw away, tears and menstrual blood caught on napkins, or gifts from that one aunt that they held onto for so long for the sentimental value but can’t keep now because they have to move into a smaller apartment, or the shirt they can’t wear anymore because it smells like their ex. They could trade these items to faeries for so many things, and yet they simply throw them away. What a waste.

My hosts insisted I should have a proper education, and after three years of homeschooling (to get me caught up) I applied to attend the local state college. There I found more people who fascinate me the way Angie does. There’s Lisa, who fights for animal rights, and Kyle, the leader of the Gay Straight Alliance group, and Riley, who’s going into the Peace Corps next year because they want to help the world. I ask them all the time why they do what they do, what they expect to get back, and they tell me that ideally they’ll make the world a better place, and that will pay them back eventually, but that they don’t do it for what they’ll get back, they do it because it’s right. I don’t understand. There’s Cheyenne, who always gets into intense political debates with other people over dinner in the cafeteria, and she believes so intensely about things that don’t even affect her, and she fights for them, and she tells me she does this because it’s right, and I don’t understand. I’ve never met anyone who cared about anything other than themselves Under the Hill. Faeries can’t lie, they can’t go back on their word, they honor their deals and make sure you honor them too, they repay debts and ensure they’re repaid in turn, they amuse themselves playing or squabbling over power, but they do not do things for free. They don’t care about things for free. They don’t defend the innocent, protect the weak, or forgive the ignorant. The culture shock coming here is bewildering.

If I could I’d honor my debts, leave a pile of gold at the doorstep of everyone who’s done me a kindness, but I have not the magic to do so. The drainage ponds hold no sirens, the falling snow has no frolicking pixies between its flakes, there is no magic for me to use here… or is there?

Perhaps I can’t call upon the magic Under the Hill, perhaps I can’t summon gold or make deals with darklings, but I can find magic here, I’ve seen others do it. I’ve seen a moon so beautiful it sends shivers down your spine captured by a little lense-box and put onto thick shiny paper. I’ve seen songs and stories written with such emotion that it moves those who hear them to tears, to laughter, to dancing, to life. I’ve seen kitchen witches cure colds with hot chicken soup, and I’ve seen holy men ward off tricksters they can’t even see with the power of their belief.

Perhaps I can find a way to create my own magic, and do what other people seem to strive to do to repay their debts. Perhaps I can make the world a better place, and learn the magic of humanity. And as for the places where magic does live? Where the boundary between worlds is thin and the drainage ponds and snowflakes carry faerie magic within? …I think I’ll be staying far away, for my part. I might still have a lot to learn, but I think I like it better here.

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pairing: Jimin x Reader

genre: angst | fluff | smut | au 

warnings: language

summary: who would’ve thought Park Jimin, one of the richest kids in the world, would fall in love with a homeless one?


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Rey Kenobi, modern AU. 
Obi-Wan Kenobi and Siri Tachi have a daughter they name Rey. She has her mother’s fiery spirit (most often displayed towards playground bullies) and her father’s knack for negotiation (used for the most important negotiations of life: extra dessert helpings). Unfortunately for them, Rey possesses the stubbornness, quick wit, and dry humor of both her parents. 

Visualization in Witchcraft: The Basics

I’ve gotten many, many requests for more information for beginning witches or those who are just curious, and I’ve decided it’s time I start writing and posting such things more often. This article will be (one of) the first in a series where I’ll talk about common beginner issues an techniques for those just starting out, skills that I personally found useful early on, and anything else that comes up. My plan is mostly to write based on questions I receive, and address topics as needed. Here we go.

Today, I’ll be writing about visualization, and I’ll just be explaining the basics as I see them. I recently got a message from someone interested in studying witchcraft who was concerned about how to begin practicing without having to buy things. This is a common sentiment, and I get questions about it a lot. There’s not too many authors who address it, except in passing. The books that do talk about practicing witchcraft without tools often suggest learning to astrally project and creating a sort of sacred space in the astral realm containing all the tools you might need. This never seemed practical to me, as many people who are just starting out won’t necessarily be able to fully project, and heck, even many experienced witches never quite pick up the skill. 

A far better approach than trying to astrally project right away would be to study visualization and develop it as a skill. Visualization is the art of manipulating your own imagination in order to create vivid experiences within your own mind. This practice sharpens your intuition and magical acuity. Even many rituals and spells in books (with or without suggesting tools) will call for the witch to visualize, though they may not call it that, and sometimes say “imagine” instead. 

It’s perhaps best explained by way of examples, and can take many forms with varying levels of complexity. Sometimes, you might want to visualize something as existing within your physical space. In other words, you would want to strongly imagine it appearing to you as if it were physically in front of you. In one particular ritual I used to perform regularly (it was for banishing), part of it entailed my strongly imagining a pentagram in a particular color left in the wake of my ritual actions. That’s a form of visualization. This may sound like a simple thing, but it does take practice. 

After a while, though, I got to the point where yes, I could “see” the pentagrams surrounding me in the ritual, though I knew it was actually a visualization sprung from my imagination rather than a physical object hanging in the air. Techniques like that are pretty common, and they aren’t a new thing - books written in the Victorian era and earlier will often recommend doing this, though the word visualization itself wasn’t often used. 

Many witches and magicians incorporate visualization into simple symbol and sigil magick. In the image below, I’ve listed the planetary symbols and associated colors. While many people, when working with symbols, would assume they’d need to carve, draw, or sketch the symbol on a physical talisman or something similar, there are other ways.

One technique using visualization would be to trace the symbol in the air with your finger. You would visualize light in a particular color (of your choice, or relevant in some way) flowing from your fingertips and forming the symbol hanging in the air. The length of time you’ll be able to visualize will likely vary based on how long you’ve practiced, as well as whether there’s anything breaking your concentration. In some settings, I can only “hold” the symbol in my mind for a few seconds before it’s interrupted by something in my environment. Conversely, I can think of a ritual I recently did with a partner that involved visualizing symbols. We did this in a quiet room and with much mental preparation, so I was able to “see” the symbols for much longer than in other situations.

All of that, of course, is going to be done with your eyes open, visualizing objects in your physical space. Things can get pretty interesting if you close your eyes, though! Obviously, you wouldn’t be moving around doing a ritual with closed eyes, but it’s possible to work magick while sitting (or even lying down!) with your eyes closed performing an intense visualization. Some people find this easier than open eye visualization, but for others, it’s the reverse. It just depends on the person.

One mistake I made when learning this type of visualization was trying to make my visuals too complex too quickly, not realizing that these things take time, and complicated, immersive scenes are something that has to develop slowly. One way of beginning is to start with, again, symbols, visualizing them projected on the back of your eyelids. 

Simple shapes, like line drawings, are great to begin with, too. Slowly add color and depth, and eventually you’ll be able to build a proper scene inside your mind. This could consist of imagining the workspace you’ve always dreamed of with everything you would need for any kind of spell, but for many witches, the visualization is the spell itself. I find that method more productive than just imagining tools. Experimentation is key, and you’ll find something that works for you, but one common method of using visualization in spellwork would be to visualize the goal of the spell manifesting in an efficacious manner. For example, if I were visualizing as part of a spell to help a friend’s wedding go smoothly with no mishaps or delays, I would visualize exactly that happening.

There is, naturally, a strong connection between visualization and scrying, and usually improving your skills in one will improve your skills in the other. In the image below, I discuss how scrying can often be much more than just seeing images, and that is true of visualization as well - you can experience any sensation or impression via visualization, be it auditory, visual, olfactory, or really anything else.

Everybody loves somebody sometime
Everybody falls in love somehow
Something in your kiss just told me
My sometime is now
Everybody finds somebody someplace
There’s no telling where love may appear
Something in my heart keeps saying
My someplace is here
If I had it in my power
I’d arrange for every girl to have your charms
Then every minute, every hour
Everybody would find what I found in your arms
Everybody loves somebody sometime
And though my dreams were overdue
Your love made it well worth waiting for
For someone like you

Dean Martin, “Everybody Loves Somebody” 

Those last two lines really encompass one of the things I love most about Jack and Ashi’s relationship. For all the crap Jack has gone through, for all his consistent failure to go back home, if none of that had happened, he’d never have even met Ashi. There’d never have been an Ashi to meet. 

It’s as if destiny was looking at Jack and saying, “No, not yet. Someone special is on their way to meet you.” and that’s beautiful to me. 


“Far away from civilization, there is a small village.It’s inhabited by dwarves and halflings. The dwarves are miners, the halflings are farmers.It’s always been that way and it will always be that way. We don’t know much about the rest of the world even though we sometimes get visitors trading with us. We don’t even have what you call “male” and “female”. Well, technically we have it, but the only thing that matters is dwarf or halfling. Of course there are a few special cases, dwarves becoming farmers, halflings becoming miners. From time to time there are some leaving the village for good, trying to find their luck somewhere else. But the most special case is probably me.

Me, that’s a 1,10 metres (3’6”) tall halfling with long, blonde locks, a round face and blue eyes. I weigh 35 kg (77lbs) even though I’m not really muscular. Because of this massive appearance, I am sometimes taken for a dwarf. But that’s not what’s special about me.

Since my childhood everybody knew I was no good. I was too weak for mining and not patient enough for farming.”Disappointment” quickly became my nickname. Nobody liked me, everyone made fun of me.

But one day, everything changed. A bard, an elf, was visiting our small village and told us stories of evil dragons, great heroes and beautiful princesses. I was bedazzled by her and her stories. She claimed that all of her stories were true but from this day on I knew: I want to invent stories that entertain people. Of course I told nobody, I already was the scorn of the village. I kept helping my parents on their farm half-heartedly.

A few months ago my life had another dramatic twist. Both of my parents died during a storm. I can’t say I’m really sad about it. I knew I could never keep the farm alone so I went away. But I was foolish. I didn’t take enough clothes and food with me. And I didn’t even know where to go.

After five weeks, a Paladin found me. I was famished and almost frozen to death. He shared his foot and gave me a place at his bonfire. Then I told him my story. He proposed to take me to the city he was headed to anyway. I gladly accepted.

I had no money, so he let me live with him. He said I could stay until I had a “real” job. This was the perfect time to follow my old dream of writing stories.

But there was one problem. I could never focus on anything, including writing. After a few sentences I already couldn’t concentrate and had to get moving. And this was only in the rare cases I had inspiration and knew what to write. I was despaired. I spent a lot of time in the library reading about the gods, hoping it would inspire me. But most of the time I couldn’t even focus on the stories.

Recently, I discovered something of interest. Information on Vargu, archfey of poetry. And, even more interesting, a ritual to contact her. I decided to risk it.

The ritual worked. I made contact and told her about me. She seemed interested and offered me something. She would grant me magical powers, including ones to help me keep focused. Additionally, she would send me on adventures to inspire me. I never accepted something quicker before. I told the Paladin I was starting my own life and moved out.

Now I’m sitting in a stinky, wet apartment, writing this. I can already feel the magic working.

I thinks I will soon be an amazing writer.”

This is how Disappointment explains her backstory in his biography. But don’t be fooled. They are not a nice person. She is lawful evil, would always choose their own good over the good of others. Writing books is just a method for him to get famous. Do no trust the halfling, they would sacrifice you if it means she gets to write a nice poem. Stay away. For your own safety.

It’s Just a Prank

Pairing: Sirius Black X Reader

Prompt: It honestly shouldn’t even be a surprise whenever a loud bang or disgusted shriek comes echoing down the halls. Not with Sirius Black and his ‘brilliant plans’ anyway. What he didn’t expect was to be caught in the crossfires.

A/N: Another Sirius one! Something a bit more lighthearted than the last one, I hope. Not sure why I made the prompt sound so ominous, but I’ll just say it’s not as Sirius as I make it out to be. Haha I’ll escort myself out thanks

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As he walked through the school halls, seldom gave any attention to the confident strides that Sirius Black made. However, observant students would know to beware of his walk. Many in the creative Ravenclaw house have already figured out a systematic approach. If he was seen like this nearby, it would be wise to steer clear and hope you weren’t the intended target. In fact, it wouldn’t be far off to say that the Eagles even had a designated lookout squad just in case for particular events such as these. In the right circles, it was well known that if Sirius Black was smirking, trouble was brewing and about to explode. Sometimes quite literally.

He casually opened the door of the Gryffindor common room, ready to explain his master plan. Inside, his three best friends were already waiting. 

“Took you long enough,” James said. 

Remus rolled his eyes. “He was gone for twenty minutes.” 

“Well excuse me if I bother to take the time for precision. Perfection isn’t done in merely a day, James.” Sirius flipped his hair dramatically and took a seat on the couch.

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26 May 2017

[The Mill with Robert and Aaron]

AARON: Morning Robert! Check out this mug I bought yesterday - wait…yesterday? Was that before or after I decided to forgive you for cheating on me? - Nevermind, anyway, look “Property of World’s Best Husband”! Isn’t that adorable?

ROBERT: Is that to remind me of what I’m not?

AARON: Yes and to prompt you to thank me for being the best and most forgiving husband in the world because this mug is totally mine.

ROBERT: You’re the best and most forgiving husband in the world and you totally deserve that mug. I’m so glad the Plot took the day off yesterday and we got to have some real, deep, meaningful conversations about all of our issues and our love for each other. #QueenMaxine It’s almost like we were in one of those fan fiction stories I spent half of our break reading. But at least you’re Plot Aware now. I’m glad we’re in this together now.

AARON: *Tiniest Smile* *Resigned Look* #ThisPlotSucks

*Little kiss and hug* - for the fans

[The Woolpack with Rebecca and Chrissie]

*Marlon and Carly are being adorable with April to show the positive side of having children*

CHRISSIE: Look what you have to look forward to!

REBECCA: Yay! …So do you think it’s really a good idea to be here in the pub…that’s owned by Aaron’s family. I mean I know they moved out yesterday but they could totally still come in.

CHRISSIE: Robert doesn’t dictate your life, Rebecca, the Plot does, usually through Robert because you only exist for him. But we’re having sisterly bonding time again so I’m going to get you some food before you turn on me again. You really are fickle.

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The List

Part Two  The Angst

(but let be real I’m not great at angst so its realy closer to hurt/comfort)

Warnings: brief swearing, breif blood mention. (very little-tiny- anx was over reacting when he got out the first aid kit really) i think thats it but if you need something tagged please let me know. 

The Poem includeed is by Emily Dickinson 

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Patton sat on the couch, chewing his thumbnail. A nasty habit he knew, Anxiety had already swatted his hand away twice, casting worried looks at him.

“Anxiety can I ask you a personal question?” He quickly realized his mistake as Anxiety look at him wide-eyed. “Do you  ever feel hopeless?”

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“Living in a school that is possibly haunted has its cons. For example, there is always footsteps and voices on the roof at night, and everyone in every room wakes up an precisely hour before the wake up call, every day, for no apparent reason. Small things have the tendency to vanish overnight from our tables, and sometimes I look down the bunk to see eyes. On a lighter note, forks keep appearing in the restroom in increasingly creative places, though I can’t be sure about the culprits.

But those little things definitely didn’t prepare me for this.

I was using a flashlight to do homework on my bunk so I wouldn’t wake up the roomies, when the flashlight just… turned itself off, somehow twisted out of my hand and rolled off the bunk. I yelped in surprise and shortly went back to sleep, but then the girl in the next bunk woke me up, at four or so, to tell me there was a light flashing from under my desk under the bed. I thought the fall might’ve broken the flashlight and it was just malfunctioning, but when she tried to point it out to me it stopped. I couldn’t find it in the morning.”

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anonymous asked:

dysphoria is kicking my butt rn :') so I give you the idea of trans Will on his period and Nico freaking out bc he's "not the doctor here" and he "has no idea what to do oh god will how do I make you feel better"

yes!!! this is what helps me when im menstruating too so im well-versed 😂 thank you for sending the ask!

the first time that will gets his period while he’s dating nico, it’s an absolute wreck. will is uncomfortable and seems downtrodden and sad and fiddles around with his hands around nico like he’s torn between asking a dire question and hiding beneath six feet of earth. nico doesnt understand it - they’ve been working on being up front with each other, haven’t they? so why is will so obviously hiding something?

nico confronts him in the infirmary later that night, if it can be called a confrontation at all. he tries to be soft, because he knows that though will appears confident and oftentimes very much is, he can sometimes be quick to spook when it comes to more serious and private matters. its another thing they share in common. so nico is watching his boyfriend shuffle through pills in the infirmary and organize medicines. will looks at the labels with an odd determination and restlessness in his eyes, like he’s attempting telepathy on the tiny capsules behind the prescription info.

“will,” nico sighs, pulling the son of apollo’s nervous hands out of the pill cupboard. “please, tell me what’s wrong. why have you been acting so strangely?”

will swallows hard, trying to make his face look empty. he had always been a terrible liar, however, and instead looks like he has a bit of gas. nico figured it was just one of the downsides to being the son of the god of truth - when you lied, you got the ‘i farted’ face. a tough break for sure.

“i, uh,” will coughs, a short clearing of the throat. “i just. well.”

and nico blinks. “…well?”

an odd silence fills the room, and nico shivers at the tense feeling that pervades the air. will turns his head to the side quickly, trying to avoid nico’s eyes, though he doesn’t seem to fully want to. he itches to be earnest, honest, and nico knows it. “i… i have, uh,” he swallows hard again. he meets nico’s eyes hard behind a curtain of blond hair. “i have cramps.”

“cramps?” and now nico is alarmed. will is rarely ever sick, and when he is, it is normally severe. children of apollo cannot heal children of apollo through their powers either. “where? are they serious?”

will gets that look on his face like he’s lying again. “no,” he says unconvincingly. “i mean, they’re normal.” but he is so obviously speaking truth.

“what are you hiding?” he wont lie and say he isnt hurt. but he understands. “im honest with you about my health now. please, will.”

and will groans, melting back into that loose-boned, lazy beanpole. “i’m… on the rag, neeks.”

nico blinks. “on the rag?”

“yeah, you know…. aunt red is down for a visit.”

never in his life has nico di angelo been more confused. “…artemis?”

“no, neeks, i mean…. my monthly gift from mother nature.”

“…so, demeter then?” still, only confusing comes from this.

will puts his head in his hands and groans the hopeless wail of a dying man. “im bleeding, nico! im menstruating!“ he drops his hands dramatically, looking at the ceiling in desperation, as if he was hoping to find some kind of peace hidden there. “or in my case, MANstruating.” he’s obviously frustrated and bitter, but in classic will solace fashion, he takes the time to huff out a laugh at his little joke.

nico, however, does not laugh. despite his skin taking back the healthy olive tone of his youth (well, youth-er?), he’s certain he’s blushing scarlet. “oh. that.” nico is very new to many things, one of which is how it works for someone to be trans. trans people existed in the 1930s, of course, even in italy, and have for centuries he’s learning, but up til meeting and falling for will, nico had never known. and now, with all this new information, he was playing a bit of catch up, hense why his mind hadn’t connected that will’s anatomy meant he would receive… ‘nature’s gift’. he felt a bit foolish.

sniffing once awkwardly, will scratches the back of his head. “yeah… i was, uh. looking for midol. not that it ever really helps me, but….”

nico blinks again.

“right, you wouldnt know it by brand name. its just… period medicine. helps with cramps.”

nico nods numbly. “of course, um. of- of course.”

will laughs again, with far less humor. “its strange. its horrible.”

nico somehow freezes and melts at the same time. his shoulders fall and he stares at will’s face intensely. “no.” he says with conviction.


“no, i just. i dont know. i was never really taught any of this.” nico shrugs, eyes searching the infirmary before finding will’s face again, then his stark white shoes. “i dont know how to help”

its quiet again, and that worries nico.

nico clears his throat to make noise, then says awkwardly, “will, listen. i like you a lot.” will looks up at him, meeting his eyes, and will smiles when meets nico’s eyes. he must sense him telling the truth. “you’re… you’re my…” he struggles for a word to say. he’s uncomfortable with terms like boyfriend and partner and he knows it’s because of how he grew up but he can’t help it.

“im your….” will prompts him kindly, eyes fond and patient. it makes nico sigh.

“you’re a really great guy. and i’m glad that we’re.. dating.” he takes will’s hands in his own, rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles. “if i can do anything to help you, i’ll do it.”

will giggles happily, squeezing at nico’s hands. he looks into nico’s eyes and nico realizes that the look on his face right now is so similar to the delighted grin he gets when mr spock does something silly in an episode of star trek. nico is proud to have put that smile on his boyfriend’s face, even if he can’t call him that out loud.

will shakes him out of his reverie by speaking. “even if it’s kind of gross and weird?”

nico grins back. “especially then.” he punctuates this point by leaning up on his toes to press a smooch to will’s smiling lips, then another when will relaxes into the kiss. he presses their noses together briefly before going flat footed again. he laces their fingers together like the roots of different trees tangling together over time. their relationship is new, but something about the feelings between them seems old and meaningful. nico hopes it will stay that way for a long time.

☆ im bad at endings akfjs but i hope you like!! sorry this took so long - mod will

anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your blog. Your posts are always well written and fun to read! I was wondering how you think bakugou and todoroki would experience love? In the sense that some feel love through being given material things, being taken care of, openly appreciated, being reliable ect. Thank you in advance!

Sure! How adorable, soft boi and bomb boi coming right up! - Mod Honey

Bakugou Katsuki

  • He doesn’t care for stuff, but definitely surprised when given—especially thoughtful—gifts, though he’s not shy to return something he thinks is stupid. Though the gift he receives if it similar to mementos, he keeps it in a shoebox under his bed
  • When he’s being taken care of he’s actually shy, appears with a pout on his face and reluctant attitude—sometimes he’ll straight up deny care, but always after his initial rejection he’ll accept being cared for without a word
  • Being openly appreciated? He’s quite into it, definitely milking it for what he can get—Says things like “What else do you like about me?” though his tone is more sultry rather than demanding
  • Despite how he acts, he always keeps his word. A reliable person and also if his s/o is just as reliable as him, he’ll probably feel his heart squeeze. This definitely sets a flame in his heart because, he know despite his nasty attitude they’ll be there for him—definitely tries harder to be openly nice and affectioned (usually ends up with him flustered and walking away with his hands in his pockets)

Todoroki Shouto

  • When they bring him something as a gift he’s definitely touched and appreciates even the small things—s/o finds something that reminds them of him he has a light blush on his cheeks; appreciative of practical gifts
  • He tries his best to care for his s/o, but when he’s being cared for his cheeks are always glowing red. Appreciative when he’s being taken care of, but comments stuff like “I should be taking care of you, not the other way around.” But, will always thank them—This really gets him, he feels the love from care and consideration it squeeze his heart and keeps him up all night thinking along the lines of “How did I end up with someone so caring?”
  • Doesn’t actually like being openly appreciated, thinking it feels superficial. He’ll always thanks his s/o for compliments—knows his s/o means well—but doesn’t find it too genuine.
  • He’s quite reliable, but sometimes he promises too much. Todoroki alway makes it up to them two-folds over. When he has a reliable s/o it always astonish him, but he’s nonetheless thankful
You hold my hand, only letting go when the world shows its beauty. Sometimes not even then. You’re a shadow, but not many people see that you trail behind or beside me. They don’t see when you lead me forward, your grip so tight my breathing becomes shallow. To them, you’re small. They don’t even know what you look like to me. To me, you’re huge and menacing. But I’ve grown used to your appearance. You’ve been with me for ages even though I’ve spent so long telling you to leave. Sometimes you’re the only one here for me. Tears spill from my eyes, and I know it’s you. Other days the tears refuse to come, but it’s still you. They’ve tried to take you away, but you’ve held on. Your words have taken up roots inside of my mind, telling me things. And when I fall asleep, you see me in my dreams, waking me in a cold sweat. You don’t want me to sleep or eat or live. You want me to fear and give in. They don’t see you, pulling at me when I try to run from you. They don’t see you yelling at me to do better when I can’t with you attached to me.
—  my depression.
Tricksey Falcon

Pairing: Sam Wilson x OC (Jax “Danger” Cassidy)
Warning: language, fluff, everyone is terrified of a very furious Danger
Word Count: 1.6k+

Summary: Jax has had it up to here with Sam’s antics. His pranks were giving Loki a run for his money. What happens when Sam reveals the reason he pranks her so much?

A/n: I figured it was more than time for Sam to get some of that Jax Cassidy love. Warning: Many laughs will be had.

Originally posted by rottentomatoes

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anonymous asked:

hello~ idk if your still doing random aus but how does a odd jobs!seventeen one sound ahah?? i would also like to say thank you for creating amazing writing and i love the details you put into it!!

i did career!seventeen a long time ago, but this one since it’s odd jobs i decided to make it a lil more fun ^^
i only did half the members because i wasn’t sure if like,,,,,,,,,,,this was what you wanted LOL 


  • bike courier 
  • delivers express mail all over gangnam district 
  • is super athletic and is more enthusiastic about biking than he is about anything else in his life. like honestly ask him some bike facts nO oNE else would know and he’ll know them. 
  • wears a cute snapback with his companies logo on it backwards and like old jean cut offs and like probably has a cool tattoo sleeve
  • you’re carrying like forty pounds of paperwork from your office to down to block and it’s like kILLing your back and you keep having to put the pile down because ow and cracking your back and suddenly this bike comes to a stop in front of you and you look up to see this cute guy with a big grin and he’s like
  • “hey, you need help?” and you’re like “oh no im not going far-” and he’s like pointing to your hand on your back like “you look like an old person c’mon give me half your pile ill walk the block with you.” and so you hand him over half the paperwork and he like chains his bike to a nearby street pole and runs back over to you and literally effortlessly carries all of the paperwork in like one hand and you’re like holy shit
  • and he’s smiling down at you like “so, what’s your name I’m Seungcheol and my bike over there’s named Mansae.”
  • and you’re like one: who names their bike but two: he’s cute so why not give him a chance hehe


  • flower arranger 
  • is an apprentice at a flowershop in your neighborhood 
  • likes arranging flowers for couples the most, especially when he gets to tell them what the combinations mean in flower language 
  • wears a different flower tucked behind his ear everyday
  • you see him through the window of the shop fixing the display a lot and like if you make eye contact you always look down and blush because oh my god he’s so handsome,,,,like a real life flower prince
  • jeonghan thinks your shyness is super cute and he always makes an effort to smile and wave at you even if you just run the opposite direction
  • one day you almost forget to get flowers for your friend since it’s her birthday so you run into the shop and since it’s pretty early you don’t think jeonghan will be there BUT GUESS WHOSE AT THE COUNTER 
  • jeongahn. with a pretty lil lily behind his ear and he’s like “hello ^^” and you’re like asfksllhg but you’re also like quick what are good flowers to get a friend on their birthday
  • and jeonghan is like i know just what you need! and he brings out this bouquet that is beautiful and colorful and you’re like omf thank you and he’s like no problem let me ring you up
  • and like when he tells you the price you’re like ??????? what so cheap??????? and he’s like “yeah it’s a discount we have, it’s called the “cute discount” and since you’re cute you get the discount (-:” (how smooth jeonghan)


  • camp counselor 
  • kids love him because he can play songs from their favorite cartoons on his guitar 
  • reminds everyone to say thanks before eating lunch (not necessarily in a religious way but like he makes them say thanks to the cooks or something LOL)
  • is always trying his best to give good advice and be a role model but kids still laugh about how he tripped over a twig during one of the catch the flag games two years ago
  • you’re actually one of the lifeguards out by the lake where the camp comes to swim and joshua has had a secret crush on you for like every summer since he first saw you
  • and like the kids he’s in charge of know it. the other counselors know it. the damn fish in the lake know it BUT he refuses to confess 
  • like the most he’s done is shyly ask if you had any extra water noodles for the kids to play with and when you were like “yeah, wanna come with me to grab them?” he was like uM juST TELL me WHERe i cAN Do It mYSELf,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • literally joshua isn’t even the one to confess, one of the kids sneaks off and hands you like this bracelet and is like “josh hyung made this for you in arts & crafts it’s obvious because he put a little fish charm which means the lake except he didn’t want to give it to you because he’s a big baby so here you go. also: he likes you. ask him out please!!!!”
  • and you like looked down at the bracelet and burst out laughing because wow that,,,,,,,,,,,is the cutest lil thing you’ve ever heard
  • and so the next time there’s a big party being thrown and everyones over at the main campsite you tap joshua’s shoulder and he’s like oh OH oh my hello,,,,,,,,and you show him your wrist with the bracelet and he’s like 1!!!!!!! WHERe,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god one of the kids,,,,,,,,
  • and you giggle like “it was cute, but you should have given it to me yourself,,,,,,,,”
  • and joshua’s damn ears turn read he’s like AH ,,,,,so adorable


  • magician
  • thinks the cap and top hat make him look “cool” and “edgy” so he wears them even though everyone’s like “you look corny”
  • mostly performs outside on the street for change but because he’s incredibly witty and handsome sometimes people will hire him to do birthday parties and things like that 
  • pulls bunnies out of hats, makes flowers appear out his sleeve, and can even sneeze out a 5,000 won bill
  • can also do a handstand on one hand and other physical stuff that gets everyone even more into his show than just bad magic tricks
  • you always pass him by when you’re on the way to study and he’s always got a crowd of people around him but one day he’s doing a trick and instead of choosing someone from his mini audience he calls out to you and you’re like looking around  with your books in hand like me??? and he’s signalling for you to come over
  • and people are looking so you like awkwardly shuffle over and he’s like “im going to let you pick a card any card” and you’re like oh my god seriously but you do and it’s the ace of hearts but you don’t show it and jun’s like “put it back in my pile” and you do and he like does a fancy hand motion and winks at you then takes the top book from your hands, opens it to a page and pulls out the ace of hearts
  • and you’re like holy shit how
  • and he’s like (———; magic
  • and the audience is clapping and you’re still trying to figure it out so jun hands you the card to see that it’s really your card but when you turn it over it has his number on it and you’re like !!! and jun just winks and bows like “thanks for helping me with my trick (-: 


  • personal trainer 
  • half personal trainer half life coach
  • thinks everyone should take up dance as serious exercise and eat egg whites everyday because it’s healthy
  • probably the kind of personal trainer that compliments you every step of the way instead of ever scolding you
  • but it works because like,,,,,,hearing him be proud of you makes you wanna work hard
  • and like he’s not even your personal trainer, he’s training a coworker of yours and like you come with them to the gym just to like see if it’s worth it to run on the treadmill for like 30min
  • and hoshi comes over and starts talking to your coworker and then he smiles at you and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,he’s so………cute,,,,,,,,,,,what the hell
  • and hoshi’s like “instead of that treadmill how about taking one of the gyms dance classes. you’ll have more fun, i promise.”
  • and you’re kinda shy so you’re like ahh dancing and me don’t mix
  • and hoshi’s like “i bet you’re just fine, and if not - ill help you out.” and you’re like aklfkwf
  • your coworker standing there like “ahem i thought you were my personal trainer hoshi” and hoshi’s like “ofc, your friend’s cuteness just caught me off guard”
  • and you’re like oh my gOD
  • but we all must admit, that was a good one


  • ethical hacker 
  • works for the police department by hacking into virus filled computers and breaking algorithms set up by criminals
  • works strictly from home. spends like 95% of his time hunched over his laptop with these cute round glasses on doing complex math in his head
  • sometimes, one good days, his friend mingyu drags him out to a coffee shop but even there wonwoo’s on his laptop probably hacking into someones hard drive 
  • you know him because you work as a delivery person for a takeout place near his apartment building so you’re always the one they send to drop off his food
  • and wonwoo orders the same thing no matter what time of day it is so like you don’t even need to know his name, you know him by his order
  • and you notice every now and then how worn out he looks like he hasn’t slept in days when he opens the door so sneakily you also add in coffee to his order and like an extra order of vegetables to help 
  • and you think it goes unnoticed, but wonwoo knows and secretly he gets excited to see you at his door and one day even musters up the courage to ask you how the weather is and like you have minimal conversation and when you ask what he does all day he’s like
  • “oh, i hack computers.”
  • and you’re like oh my god. are you running some kind of illegal site or something……” and he laughs like “that’s fun! no i hack for the police!”
  • and you’re like that exists and he’s like yep it does and idk how this au would even progress one day he asks if he can take you out on a date (to his living room to play video games probably) since you’re so sweet to him LOL


  • vocal tutor 
  • is incredibly picky and strict and has no tolerance for people who don’t practice
  • WILL rip you to shreds if he finds out you’re being lazy. finds imperfection in everything
  • but like he’s the best tutor in the world, he really knows what to listen for and how to improve anyone 
  • like even people with no pitch and horrible voices become decent under him and it’s obvious that under his cold approach, he really loves singing and is proud to help other people grow their talents
  • ok tutor!woozi in a lil pink sweater vest or something imagine with his hair all neatly combed ok not the point
  • and you’re in need of a vocal tutor because in all honestly someone said you sucked at karaoke and you want to prove them wrong
  • so you find woozi in like idk the yellow pages and you’re like “i want to learn to sing” and woozi’s like “are you joking around?” and you’re like what no and he’s like “you better not be because if you are i will unleash hell. ok first lesson-”
  • and you’re like intimidated at first because his approach just seems way too hard but like the more you spend time with him and the more you learn
  • you see the passion woozi has for this and how gentle and caring he can be when it comes to like encouraging your obvious improvements 
  • and like woozi won’t say this but he went a little more easy on you because like,,,,,,,he thinks you’re kinda adorable and seeing you sad makes him also sad…………
  • but yeah once you’re ready to tackle that song that messed you up at karaoke you’re like “do you wanna come with me?” and he’s like “oh to karaoke? like to mentor you? that’s fine.”
  • and you’re like “no woozi like on a…………”
  • and woozi like his heart feels like it’s gonna jump out of his chest but he tries to play it cool like “oh, that’s fine too. pick you up at 8?”
  • but when you leave he immediately calls up seungcheol like HELP ME  
  • Gene/Alex Scenes That Made Me Go Whoa… [4/5]

So here’s a scene that made me go whoa in a bad way. Not long after finishing the series, I saw a confession on @ashestoashesconfessions that said this scene always made the confessor uncomfortable. Which got me thinking – why is it there? Because – let’s state this straight up – violence against women should make us feel uncomfortable. Hitting a woman, in this case a completely defenseless woman, is not okay. It’s not cool. It’s not smart. It’s not strong. It’s not funny. It’s an act of misogyny and I don’t think of Ashes to Ashes as a misogynistic show. In fact, Ashes, even more so than Life on Mars, makes it clear that misogyny is a baseless, cowardly, immature, transparent joke. If you’re watching these shows and thinking that they’re confirming your misogynistic ideas then the joke is on you. They are not laughing with you, they’re laughing at you.

So, if we assume that Ashes is not a misogynistic show then there must be some narrative purpose to this scene. At first, I merely understood it as a necessary measure since Alex has just died. Something has to happen to pull her not just out of her own subconscious but away from the other side, back into Gene’s world. And whatever it is has to be powerful enough to quite literally wake the dead. Especially if we want Alex’s journey in Gene’s world (and this show therefore) to continue, which of course we do. So there’s that. It also illustrates the utterly unyielding will of this man who is so intent on saving lost copper’s souls. She’s one of his and he’s not letting her go, not without a hell of a fight. So in that sense, the slap is an act of mercy, as well as necessity.

But wait. There’s more.

For me, this act has further relevance to Alex’s journey throughout the show and series 3 in particular. This slap opens the final chapter on Alex’s journey, signifying the last issue she has to lay to rest before finding peace. After all, if all she needed to do was realise the truth about her parents’ death then she could have left after series 1. If she was only there to release Molly, then she could have headed to pub-heaven mid-series 2. But like Shaz, Chris and Ray, something else needed processing and, like Chris and Ray, it has to do trust. For the boys, it’s about trust and authority. For Alex, it’s about trust and love.

See, this final series, in my view, is all about Alex coming to terms with the man she loves. A man we all love but all find problematic at times. Like right here, for instance. LoM never really had to deal with the problematic nature of Gene Hunt (which is partly why it’s a much friendlier watch for your everyday misogynist). This final series of Ashes is, however, a culmination of both shows so it therefore has to acknowledge/process issues that LoM raised but never resolved. This includes how deeply problematic this character is for us to love, for his team to love and obey and, most of all, for Alex to love and want to be with. Of course, this strand that weaves throughout the final series is never completely convincing because we all know that, down deep, Gene is a good guy with a heart of gold, a shining, if warped, sense of justice and a squishy, gooey, caramelly centre. This is established wisdom. We knew it even back in 1973. And Alex figured it out in 1982, admitting to his face in 2.05 that he’s a “good, kind, decent man”. So…what’s the problem? Why is she suddenly seized by doubt?

Two words: Daddy. Issues.

In my opinion, all the Gene Hunt/Jim Keats stuff is about the men in Alex’s first life. Her dad, surrogate dad and husband all hurt her in some deeply traumatic way that she is not yet over. Firstly, there’s her dad, who killed her mother, stole her innocence, destroyed her sense of family and security. And, oh yeah, tried to blow her up. (There is an implication in the 1st series that this was information Alex always had but just had to piece together and accept). Then there’s Pete, with whom she had a rocky relationship, it is implied. He took advantage of her financially, maybe cheated on her and finally left her and Molly, upsetting her sense of family and security all over again. Finally, there’s Evan, the man she always thought of as her savior. The one she worshiped, was grateful for, could always rely on. Except, of course, that he lied to her her entire life, not just about her parents’ death but about the role he played in the disintegration of their marriage. This lie eventually robbed Alex of her life. (The bullet in her brain comes just after Evan presumably refuses to deal with her abductor). This is the man she is relying on to take care of her daughter. Him and her errant father. So this is as much about Alex trusting men for her own sake as for her daughter’s.

Into this convoluted mess, rides Gene Hunt on his blood-red steed. A man for whom violence is the norm, communication an anathema and romantic love a joke. A man who casually wounds her with his words and eventually wounds her with his gun. The shooting at the end of series 2 triggers Alex’s long-held fear, causing her to go on the offensive, to prime herself for the next male-inflicted trauma she needs to protect herself from. Intellectually, she knows the shooting was an accident, that Gene is good and trust-worthy and acted to protect her. More than that, she knows he genuinely cares for her. But on a purely physical level, in her gut (literally), she’s traumatised, fragile and wary. Because he hurt her. And here, he hurts her again. This ferocious slap sets Gene up as someone for Alex to fear, someone she loves who has the potential not just to wound her, but destroy her. Because it’s those we love best who hold the power to wound us most deeply – or undo us altogether. This idea is sown throughout series 3 with good women that Alex feels sympathy for falling for bad men and meeting disastrous ends. She has the following exchange with one of them at the end of this ep:

ALEX: You know, the first time I ever met you, you were running. You’ve wanted to escape from this from day one, haven’t you?

MARJORIE: Gary could’ve gotten away when he broke out. But he came to find me. It’s a hell of a thing to be that wanted.

ALEX: You actually let him fracture your cheek.

MARJORIE: I love him.

ALEX: Even though he made you be part of all this?

MARJORIE: I fell for him from day one. Sometimes, you can’t help which way you fall.

Obviously, the last line repeats Alex’s from the beginning of the episode. But the graze on Marjorie’s face, the fractured cheek that’s mentioned, echos the slap Alex sustains above. Marjorie running from her husband echos Alex running from Gene when he appears on all those screens in her subconscious. It also echos that familiar shot from the credits of her running down the gangplank in 1981, trying to escape his world and get back to her own. The husband’s return from jail likewise mirrors Gene’s risky return from abroad, his unyielding will and want of her. A want that she is starting to think of as spelling her doom, even if he doesn’t intend it to. Like Marjorie, Alex has been running from Gene Hunt since day one. Unfortunately for her, she also fell for him, from day one. This is a love with high stakes though, since it could potentially send her to hell for all eternity.

At least, that is the implication of the second pairing of a good woman and a bad man in 3.04. Alex clearly identifies with this female copper who has been abandoned undercover and left to fend for herself. In her effort to do so, Louise falls under the spell of the kingpin of this violent underworld – a charming, grizzled older man who draws her over to the dark side before causing her death. Though it is the younger villain, the Keats substitute, that inflicts the final blow to Louise, it is the older villain, the Gene substitute, who puts her in danger, manipulates her love, skews her morals and sullies her soul. The devil is thus able to claim the soul of this corrupted officer, sending her to hell. None of which Alex knows but all of which she can sense. This instinctive fear incites her several times throughout this series to go to Gene and beg him to talk to her. Because this is what will make her feel safe. It’s the psychologist in her – words, emotions, past deeds all fit together to create a full understanding of a character. This deeper knowledge of him that she craves is what will allow her to totally trust him. And some part of Gene wants to be known to her. A more innocent, essential part of him perhaps, as signified by the young Gene Hunt that constantly appears to her. The wraith of this wounded copper represents Alex’s wish to know the origin story, the truth, the heart, the depth and breadth of the man she loves. But it also represents Gene’s longing, so long and so brutally repressed, to be truly known and wholly loved.

Tragically, whenever Alex reaches out to him, tells him what she needs in order to love him, the old, jaded Gene shuts her down, shuts her out. He expects her trust, commands it. But will not foster it with confidences, believing perhaps they are beyond such irrelevancies. The only one talking to her throughout this series is Keats. He starts by visiting her bedside, talking to her there, sympathising with her. “We’ll keep talking,” he tells her later. “Do we need to talk?” he asks as Yazoo plays in the background and as Alex looks over her shoulder at the taciturn, distant, shut-up Gene. The comparison is clear. Keats isn’t the one Alex wants to talk with but she gravitates towards him because the one she wants to talk with refuses to give her the assurance, the information, the intimacy she needs in order to feel loved and secure. For her, it’s like having a relationship with a brick wall. A brick wall with very pretty blue eyes. Gene has let her in – but only so far. The intimacy he will allow has reached a hard limit. It’s difficult to know why this change occurs in Gene. For, following the trajectory of the first two series, and the second in particular, the intimacy between them should deepen, not stall. But perhaps, much like them, their relationship is in a limbo of paused action, recurring misunderstanding and frustrated desire.

What is clear is that the second Gene starts talking to her, Alex’s faith in him revives. When she finally gets the truth about Sam Tyler out of him on their date, she believes him instantly, instinctively, utterly. She’s completely reabsorbed by their connection. So much so that the trajectory their relationship had taken up until the shooting suddenly kicks back in as she invites him upstairs, into her heart and into her bed. The certainty with which she does this is touching, though it is undermined by her subsequently running out on him just as they about to consummate their relationship. For me, this last-minute bolt by Alex feels unjustified and constructed. For me, she quit running from Gene Hunt and decided to trust him in that moment downstairs. And she surrendered to loving him the moment her head lowered to his shoulder as they danced. The tender kiss he places on her forehead in this scene is the perfect opposite of the slap that opens their interaction for the series. It proves more than any words could what we and Alex knew all along – that Gene Hunt is a man to love, not fear. 

How I communicate with spirits

So I thought maybe I’d do a little intro to how I communicate with spirits in case anyone wanted to know. I’ve been communicating with spirits for probably over 6 years now, and when I was younger I was able to do it with fairly little effort. It’s true that in my family we seem to attract spirits and have an easier time getting in touch with them, but that doesn’t mean no effort is required.

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Kiss the Girl

Written by: spencerreidsmiles

I hope everyone is having a good new year so far! I also hope you like the fic! 

Send feedback, asks, and requests as usual!


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You’re an asshole but I love you [FrUK Drabble]

Preface: This drabble was born out of @crispyliza‘s tags for another FrUK fanfic where she expressed her love for Francis centered Fruk. It’s just a drabble and needs editing but I’ll hope it’s what you wished for nonetheless.
Also the title is taken from True Love by P!nk, fight me
Summary: François’ best friend is once more disappointed by her favourite Englishman and comes to him to rant about it.
She’s not alone with her feelings.
Warning: This is an Human AU and set in my Mafia!AU series. It contains major human OCs and minor aph OCs.
Ships: FrUK, Tarielle or Arielle&Tahir, mentioned ScotFra, mentioned UltsterScot, mentioned Railey.

„I hate him so much sometimes, I wish I would have in first place,“ Arielle said after she came into François’ office. Sun was setting over Paris and soon enough, the street lamps outside would turn on and chase the grey-ish blue away.

No one could however probably chase the kind of blue away Arielle felt.

François smiled faintly while his eyebrows arched upwards. “What did Tahir do now? Anything in particular?”

“He exists and rubs me the wrong way!” Arielle said and let herself fall onto one of the armchairs in his office.

He sighed and chuckled quietly, then got up from his office chair and sat next to Arielle. “So it’s just another day of you regretting what is instead of what could be.”

Arielle shot him a suspicious and miffed look; she still didn’t like it when people said she had a crush on Tahir instead of just appreciating him as a friend. Since that one evening in Germany however, she had been opposing those kind of comments less vehemently. François suspected it had something to do with jealousy, especially after the stunt the Englishmen had pulled.

Speaking of Englishmen, it reminded him of the text he had received earlier this day – and tried to forget ever since.

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