He breaks the surface for a third time, panting. His dark, messy hair now sopping wet, plastered to his handsome face. “It’s no use,” his voice is ragged. “I can’t see anything.” Without a word, I take a deep breath and plunge into the water. My eyes are open but they might as well be closed. Blackness all around me, water surging up my nose. I blink, determined. Suddenly two firm hands are gripping my shoulders, yanking me to the surface.
“Hey!” he shouts, his emerald eyes intense. “There’s no point!” He moves to brush my wet hair away from my face. “It’s pitch black down there.” If I didn’t know any better I’d say that was concern in those piercing eyes. I’d made the decision to trust this man, and so far he hadn’t disappointed me. And now we’re both going to die. All because of me.
My lip trembles. “This is all my fault,” I sniff. “My father was right. I never should have done this.” How could I have been so childish, so selfish? I’d endangered not just my own life, but this man’s as well. “I’m so…” my voice cracks. “I’m so sorry, Jet.” I turn away, I can’t look at him. A muffled sob escapes me.
A moment passes before he speaks. “Adrian.”
I look to him, wiping at my eyes. “What?”
“My real name is Adrian Ivashkov." He gives me a small, sad smile. "Someone might as well know.” The black water rises steadily to our necks in response. I can’t help but smile back. My voice still thick with tears, I shrug, “I have magic hair that glows when I sing."
Jet —Adrian— looks at me like I just sprouted another head. “What?!”
My eyes widen in realization. “I…have…magic hair…” I exclaim, newfound energy coursing through me, “…that glows when I sing!” I gasp, “Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine—” Just as the water rises up over our heads, I wrap my arm around Adrian’s neck and down we sink.
i know a lot of people see adam as being muggleborn or half-blood but tbh i see him as pureblood. (people forget that pureblood =/= rich) i think it would be interesting to see the way that plays into how he is treated by the rest of the school not to mention the sect of racist/classist people in slytherin with him
i’m also REALLY into the gang being from each house just because idk it’s a thing for me it rly makes me feel emotions about things so idk anyway i feel like they all met on the train to hogwarts (well ronan and gansey were already established friends) but anyway the rest come in on the train and they IMMEDIATELY hit it off and even though ronan is wary about these new people and he really wanted first year to be just him and gansey and no one else bc that’s his safe place and he doesn’t want that TAKEN AWAY he still can’t deny that these people are having an affect on him as well and it won’t be so bad
so noah gets sorted into hufflepuff first and everyone’s like nodding to each other like “looks like we’re hufflepuffs that’s cool that’s cool”
and then everything goes to shit when gansey gets sorted into ravenclaw. blue and ronan just look at each other like “mother fucker we ain’t ravenclaws shit” so then of course ronan is next and he gets sorted into hufflepuff as well
and blue’s like “you think we’re all hufflepuffs besides gansey?” and adam’s like “actually tbh i am probably a ravenclaw too so it’s fine he won’t be alone” and blue’s like “ok good”
and then adam gets sorted into slytherin and everyone’s like SHIT
and blue’s in gryffindor and everyone is devastated and how could this have happened we were all supposed to be TOGETHER this is thE WORST POSSIBLE THING how will our friendship evER SURVIVE it’s been cut off at the head before it even had the CHANCE TO GROW
but they FIND A WAY
sorry this turned into ot5 instead of pynch
okay so here’s a thing
this is recycled from a sydrian hogwarts au i wrote but idc i can plagiarize myself so like
imagine before a quidditch match ronan and adam are making out in a broom closet beforehand and then ronan has to dash away because the game’s starting and it’s slytherin vs hufflepuff so adam had to kiss him good luck in secret u know how it is and when ronan gets up there with the rest of his team everyone’s like WHAT THE FUCK RONAN WHAT THE FUCK and he’s like WHAT and they’re like goDDAMN it cAN U NOT HOOK UP WITH your GODdAMN SLyThERin BoyFRienD seConDS befORe WE HAVE A fuCKING MATcH AGAINST THEm and he’s like what the fuck are you guys talking about and it’s because he’s got green stripes smeared across his cheeks and chin that rubbed off from adam’s face from when they were making out
I’ve done this a number of different ways so let’s try this on for size.
Showers of sparks erupted from the busted lights and the doors flew open. A figure was walking toward them. It was…well…it looked like…a girl. But that couldn’t be possible. This thing…whatever it was…had the power to raise people from Hell, it burned people’s eyes out of their skulls. Maybe it could assume the form of what looked to be a small blonde human girl in a tan blazer and black dress pants, but it was still a monster…demon…whatever. The traps weren’t working. Fuck. She—it was coming closer. Adrian and Wolfe opened fire. It just kept coming.”Who are you?” Adrian growled. The girl’s gaze was steady, her delicate features set tight with pride. “I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.”
“Yeah,” Adrian scoffed. “Thanks for that.” And he shoved the demon-killing blade right into its chest. Nothing happened. Adrian’s eyes widened. The girl…the thing…whatever she—it was, looked down at the knife sticking out of her chest, tilted her head to the side curiously, then plucked the knife from her body as if it was a stray hair and tossed it aside. Wolfe was fast, coming from behind with a crowbar. Without even turning to look, the girl’s arm snapped up, grabbing the crowbar and wrenching it from Wolfe’s grasp. She rounded on him, extending two fingers and pressing them to his forehead. Wolfe fell to the ground with a thud. Son of a bitch, Adrian cursed silently. He could only stare in horror as she turned around to face him.
“We need to talk, Adrian.” Her voice was low and serious. Her amber brown eyes flitted to Wolfe’s unconscious form then back to meet his. “Alone."
SYDRIAN AU || Adrian bought a studio and covered the walls with his paintings - what they all have in common? Sydney Sage, of course.
“This is really embarassing.” The first thing Sydney said while looking around the studio. Adrian stared at her in wonder. “Why?” She sighed. “Why’d you paint me so many times?” “If I’m going to be a famous painter, I want it to be because of you. Also, to prove that Helen of Troy was not the most beautiful woman that ever lived. You are.” She did not answer; I mean, what could she say, really? ’Thank you’ wouldn’t suffice it. Not now, not tomorrow, not in a million years.