they both work so well


That was probably the wrong answer…


open your heart to love, it is so worth the risk

for @inloveswan from your csss ♥


If there was a boy and a girl… and they were in love with each other, really, properly in love, and they could prove it, then they would be given a few years together, before they began their donations.

You know why I think Malec works so well? Because they both really just deserve each other.

After centuries of heartache, Magnus deserves someone exactly like Alec. Someone who isn’t jaded that can remind him of the world he used to know before time and war stole so many pieces of him. He deserves someone who will look at him and smile like he’s seeing the sun for the first time. Someone loyal, the type of person who doesn’t know how to be anything other than 100% committed to whatever is in front of him. Magnus Bane deserves someone that loves with every inch of their heart because in spite of all the horrible things he’s been through, all the loved ones he’s lost and all the times his heart has been broken, that’s still miraculously the only way Magnus knows how to love as well.

And Alec. Alec deserves someone like Magnus. Someone that will pick him out of a crowd even when he’s hiding in the shadows. Someone that won’t quit on him no matter how many times he shoves them away. Someone that will push him again and again until he starts to see the man he truly is. The one who is deserving of love, of happiness, of all the wonder and joy and magic the world has to offer. The one whose life matters, and not just because of what he does for others but because he is worthy in and of himself. He deserves someone he can be honest and open with, someone he can pour his heart out to without having to fear it’ll get trampled. Someone that will see him at his worst and still love him anyway because they know what’s really there, beneath the armor.

They’re both such wonderful, rich characters that deserve the exact kind of love the other is offering and that’s really just so rare in pairings, especially canon ones. And I’m just so irrationally happy that these fictional people found one another.


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Stiles’ future husband doesn’t show up on the train on Friday.

Which is fine.

Never mind that he’s been there every Friday for something like three months straight and only once Stiles has attempted to establish contact with him has he absconded from the metro with a Sbarro receipt in his coat pocket that had been graffitied with Stiles’ name (and—less importantly—Stiles’ heart).

Did that count as identity theft?

Stiles certainly felt like something important had been stolen from him.

He’s not going to panic though.  He’s not.  It’s probably nothing… just a change in a routine that’s been so consistent he could set his watch by it.


This was it.  His entire future ruined simply because his dirty rocker model non-future husband couldn’t accept how perfect they were for each other.  Who the fuck was going to knit for him now, that’s what Stiles would like to know.

If he isn’t on the train today, Stiles thinks, drearily checking seats, then he’ll just have to accept that his future husband isn’t actually his future husband.  Instead he’ll be a story Stiles tells to his eighteen cats every year on his birthday until he dies and they eat his face off before anyone can find him.

Stiles steps into the second-to-last car and sees a miracle.  An impossibility.  A great shining ray of hope.  It’s as if the sky has parted and the sun is haloed all around the sleeping, scowling, booted asshole hummingbird that Stiles has fallen madly in love with.

It’s the conversational skills that wooed him, truly.

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Jace and Alec?

Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like Jace and Alec are the worst parabatai. Will and Jem’s relationship was so beautiful. Jem loved Will so fiercely, almost as if he was his father. They worked so well together that they both shared the love of Tessa. Emma and Julian are perfect warriors in battle together. Julian makes things that Emma cares about a priority (like finding the killer of her parents) and Emma treats the blackthorns like they are her family. Comparatively Jace and Alec don’t have as strong a connection. Despite growing up together, they don’t regard each other in a manner that makes me think they are brothers. Alec is cold and Jace is distant. I think I get this feeling from them because The Mortal Instruments focuses on Jace’s life with Clary and Alec is left to hang on the sidelines with only small subplots. The other books had the parabatai in question as the characters of the majority of focus. I don’t know I just never found their paratabai bond to be as strong as everyone else. Thoughts?

Sweet Tooth

Lily and James were best friends growing up, but when he moved away and they drifted apart they thought that would be the end of their friendship. But fate has a funny way of working out, and Lily can’t keep herself away from the brownies in the grocery store.

written for @jilyfest + read on AO3

Lily had gone to the grocery store to buy tea. That was it. Really. She had no idea how so much ice cream had gotten into her basket. Perhaps she had picked up someone else’s by mistake.

Who is she kidding? She wants some comfort food and this was what was happening. It was all her stupid sister’s fault. Having her as a bridesmaid in her wedding and making Lily watch what she ate in order to fit into that ugly purple dress. Lily couldn’t pull off purple. Petunia knew it too. The wedding is finally over now and Lily is flat-sitting for the newlyweds. She doesn’t know why she had agreed to it but the deal was made now so she may as well stuff her face full of the chocolate she’s been craving for months.

She rounds the corner of another aisle, thinking that if she finds some brownies she can make a kick ass sundae, when she sees him. It takes her a moment to recognize the bloke who’s standing with two different packages of cookies in his hands, trying to decide between them. He goes for chocolate chip. That was always his favorite.

“James?” she says his name before she can stop herself.

Her childhood best friend whips his head around and gapes at her. The first thing she notices is that he got new glasses. Then she wants to slap herself because of course he did- it’s been twelve years for heaven’s sake.

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I just wanted to say that I’m so goddamn proud of our Toho boys❤️ They are both doing so well in the army, working so hard to not fail not only us, their fans, but also their own country. 

 I’ve always thought the army time is a really great character test, especially for fans to see what kind of person their idol really is. When you have the agency to clean all your shit and taking care of your image, you can pretend to be whoever you want. But when you have to sign your actions with your own name, your true colors are shown. 

 Maybe that’s why so many idols are scared of army. Maybe that’s why so many failed it.

 That’s why my heart sings every time I see another news about Yunho and Changmin doing good there. Sure I’ve always knew they are good, hardworking guys - but as I said, that was always about their more or less ‘created’ image. And this is about the real them. And I’m so proud and so happy to see them…NOT failing my trust in them, again XD

 I know we still have a few months to come, so let-s say - so far!- I’m so proud of them❤️

Rajigaze Nov 11

Kai (reading mail): “Since you guys don’t have any lives coming up for a while now, can you rest a bit? If you got a full week off right now, what would you do? Where would you go?” Well, we don’t really have that kind of time (laughs) but if you were told you were getting a week off…is there somewhere you would wanna go? 

Aoi: Wait, can I just say one thing? 

Kai: Yep.

Aoi: When we’re given time off, they don’t consider [our situation.] We still have shit we have to get done. So we end up working anyway. 

(both laugh)

Kai: Well, yeah, it’s true. Okay then…let’s say you finished all your work ahead of schedule. And to treat yourself – you know, you’re like “Oh wow, I have an extra week! Yesss!”

Aoi: Oh ok ok ok ~

Kai: And you’re like, “What should I do for a whole week~?”

Aoi: Okay, well for the first two and last two days…I would sleep. Just chill in my house. 

Kai: Oh, okay, and what about the three days in the middle?

Aoi: For the three days in the middle, I would probably wanna go to a hot spring or something.

Kai: Ooooh~

Aoi: But I don’t have friends, you know~

Kai: A-ah, I’ll – go with you. If you want.

Aoi: I see! I’m good!

Kai: (laughs) You don’t want me to? 

Aoi: Yeah it’s fine, in that case I’d rather go alone. 

Kai: I’m sorry to get in your way. (laughs) But yeah, if you had a week off…a hot spring would be so nice ~

Aoi: They’re so nice~

Kai: They’re so nice ~ …Hmm…what would I do…? 

Aoi: What would you do? 

Kai: Well…I like travelling abroad…and not just cause I have money (laughs)

Aoi: Yeah, yeah

Kai: Y'all better not put “cha-chings” on here 

(both laugh)

Kai: But yeah…I’d have to go with Hawaii, I think~ I wanna go somewhere where you can experience the ocean. 

Aoi: Ahh yeah, Hawaii is nice ~

Kai: I wanna go somewhere where the beaches aren’t like Japan. 

Aoi: Ah, I see~ Very nice ~


*me, concerned about my back issues*: man I should see a doctor, p scared id need surgery…

*news talking about how the NHS is in a crisis rn, patients dying in hallways and surgery mortality rates*

*also me, p nervous about hospitals and surgery anyway*: uh…huh…uuuuuhhh…

Distant Memory

* Lafayette × Reader
* 39: Don’t say you love me
* 118: I love you more than anything in the world…which is why you have to stay here.
* Modern

A/N: so I used two prompts because they both worked well with my idea. I hope you guys like this one as I stayed up until 4:30 to finish and I hope lack of sleep didn’t affect my writting…
Oh and please excuse my shitty excuses for medical reasoning.

You hated walking home this late, especially since the fastest way home was a little sketchy. Nothing had happened to you before but you hated the atmosphere here. You constantly felt like you were being watched. You phone pinged and you looked to answer the text.

Laf: you off work?

You smiled and could practically hear his accent. You sent a text back telling him you were headed back home. You’ve been living with your boyfriend, Lafayette, and his friends for a few months.

Laf: headed to meet you

He really was great. He knew you hated walking this way alone and tried to meet up on the way home. You relaxed knowing Lafayette would be there soon. And that was a mistake. While passing by an alley, and hand reached out and grabbed the strap of your purse.

You grabbed it with both hands trying to take it back from the mugger. Suddenly the other person pulled with added strength and you stumbled forward. Right into a brick wall. Your head hit the wall. You heard Lafayette yelling and footsteps running away.

Lafayette was near you and cradled you in his arms. He was urging you to open your eyes but that was top difficult. The last thing you remember was his frantic voice as he called an ambulance.

Your head hurt and you couldn’t remember why. You opened your eyes slightly but the harsh lighting forced you to shut them tightly. You could hear someone’s feet scrapping across the carpet as they paced. You could also hear some mumbled speech. And it sounded like foreign language too. What the hell?

Curiosity forced you to open your eyes again. You groaned as the light hit them. The footsteps stopped and suddenly someone was at your side. “Y/N?” The person asked as they noticed you stirring. They had a thick french accent.

You could finally keep your eyes open for longer that few seconds and took in your surroundings. You were in a hospital. What happened to you? You raised a hand to your sore head and found a bandage covering the most painful spot. You finally looked over to the person next to you.

He had a head full of dark curls that were pulled into a pony tail. However, there were many curls that had fallen free. Possibly from him running his hands through his hair. His dark eyes were full of worry. He had a bit of scruff but it was too well trimmed to be from lack of a razor.

“Wha?” You didn’t even know where to start with questions.

“Oh mon cheri you scared me!” The man proclaimed and released a breath.

“Huh?” You said squinting at him.

“I shall fetch ze doctor alright?” He said. He backed up to the door all the while smiling at you with admiration. He stepped out and returned in a few minutes with a man in a white doctor coat.

“Ah welcome to the world of the waking miss Y/N.” The doctor said warmly and grabbed a clipboard from the foot of the bed.

“Who?” You finally managed.

The men both looked at you with shocked expressions. The doctor quickly flipped through the papers. “Oh dear.” He finally said.

“Quelle?” The other man asked.

“It appears that the force of which miss Y/N hit her head had the possibility to cause amnesia. It seems it must have.” He said and made some markings on the papers.

“Wait, amnesia?” You were starting to get really confused. The doctor sighed and pulled an empty chair up to the side of your bed.

“A man attempted to rob you. In the struggle it seems you hit you head, rather hard apparently, on a brick wall. It seems that the impact caused you to suffer from amnesia.”

You couldn’t form words. That’s why everything was so confusing.

“Is zis permanent?” The man asked, his accent growing thicker.

“There no way to tell yet.” The doctor said. “However, the quickest route to improvement is to get Y/N back into her routine. We’ll keep you overnight for two more days, alright?” He asked you.

You only nodded, still too numb to respond properly. The doctor left and you were, once again, alone with the Frenchman. He was sitting in a chair near your bed. He had his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands. “So uh…” His head snapped up to look at you. “Who are you then?” You asked. The question looked like it broke him.

“Oh of course. I am Marquis De Lafayette but everyone just calls me Lafayette.” He said.

“OK so who are you to me?” I asked.

“Well, I’m your amoir.” He said.

“Dude, English please. I can’t remember your name much less a whole second language.”

“I’m your boyfriend.” He clarified.

“Oh…” You only trailed off. How are you supposed to act around a boyfriend you don’t even remember. There was another knock at the door. A young man poked his head in. He was about to come in when Lafayette went and pushed him back out.

From the window along the wall you could see a few guys. A short man with dark hair pulled back. Another man who’s hair was also restrained, only freckles covered his cheeks. The last man was tall and well built. His head was covered with a stocking hat.

Lafayette was making wild gestures with his hands and all the men had surprised expressions. Lafayette huffed and walked back to your room. “Mon cheri, do you mind if some people come see you? They are very concerned.”

You shrugged. “I’ll have to talk to them eventually. Why not.”

Lafayette opened the door and the men walked in. The awkwardly stood not sure how to act. “We should probably re-introduce ourselves huh? I’m Alexander Hamilton.” The shortest of the group said.

“John Laurens.” The other dark haired man said, raising a hand in a small wave.

“And I’m Hercules Mulligan.” The last man said.

“Laf texted us and told us you were hurt. We didn’t think it was this serious.” A man, Alexander you corrected, said.

“Yeah, this is crazy.” John said.

“Is it permanent?” Hercules asked.

“They don’t know.” You said with a small shrug.

“Ze doctor said Y/N should go back to her normal routine and it should help.” Lafayette added.

“Well that means you gotta put up with us then.” Alexander said. You tilted your head a bit confused. “Uh…you live with us.”

“I do?” They all nodded. “All of you?” Again, nods all around. “What about my parents?” You asked.

“Uh we don’t know.” Laurens admitted.

“You don’t know?”

“You told us you had a falling out and never mentioned them again.” Hercules told you.

“Were they even contacted?” You asked.

Lafayette shook his head. “You didn’t put them down in your medical file.” You couldn’t believe this. You apparently lived with four men, one of which you were dating. “Boys you should probably go so Y/N can sleep.” He told your visitors.

“Ah yeah especially since we don’t know if your allowed visitors or not yet.” Alexander said sheepishly. “Get that noggin of yours rested and working again.” He said.

“We’ll see you again soon alright?” Laurens said.

“You’ll remember us soon and wish you hadn’t.” Hercules joked. You gave them a small, and forced, smile and waved as they left.

“How do I live with you people? Just having them standing in here was choas.” You said.

“Only because you can’t remember them mon cheri.” The Frenchman said.

“Can you not call me that?” You asked and he looked like he’d been slapped. “It’s just, I have a name and that sounds more like a pet name.”

“Uh sure mon, uh, Y/N.” He said it and it was almost as if it was awkward for him to say. You wondered how often he used your real name. This was gonna be a difficult recovery.

Two days later you were in a car with Lafayette. He was driving to your house. Where 3 other men also lived. You still couldn’t quite believe that fact. You had your hand resting on the console between the two seats in the front. Lafayette suddenly reached over and laid his hand over yours. You quickly drew your hand back.

“Oh je suis désolé.” He told you. You assumed that was an apology. “Force of habit.” He brought his hand back to the wheel.

“No Lafayette. I’m sorry, I just…I’m so confused about everything.”

“Y/N you don’t need to apologize.” He said. He had stopped calling you mon cheri for which you were grateful. “Ah and here we are. How you say, home sweet home.” He said after you pulled into a driveway. You looked at the house through the windshield. It was decent house in a suburban area. You unbuckled and climbed out of the car.

“Y/N!” Alexander said while running out to greet you. John and Hercules were right behind him. “Great to see you up and about.” He told you.

“How are you feeling?” John asked.

“Well right now, a little crowded.” You said. The guys got the message and took a step or two back.

“We’re just happy to see you.” Hercules said.

“But you saw me two days ago.” You said.

“Yeah but you were in a hospital bed.” John said while you all walked inside. Once inside you paused inside the living room.

“So uh…what’s my usual routine?” You asked.

“Well it’s Saturday so…usually all of us hang out. Ya know, have a drink and watch movies. Some time have Mario Kart tournaments.” Alexander said.

“Movie would probably be a better bet.” Hercules said.

“Yeah and uh no alcohol.” You said. They all looked at you. “The doctor said I’m not allowed.” You explained.

In the end you had some root beer and watched what the boys claimed was your favorite movie. It was a romantic comedy and you had to admit to was pretty good. Since it wasn’t too late the boys asked if you wanted to try Mario Kart. You gave it a try but only beat Lafayette, who let you win. You know because he beat all the boys. Eventually you guys managed to whittle the day away.

John was the first one to call it a night. “I have to hit the hay or I’ll end up having another drink.” The boys all quickly sent him off after that. You supposed he must be one to drink often.

“I should probably get to bed too.” Hercules said.

“Ah I’ll get some stuff typed up for work and then get some rest.” Alexander said.

“Make sure you actually rest mon amie.” Lafayette told him.

“I’ll try Laf.” He said and walked off.

“I’ll guess it’s time for bed then.” You said with a shrug. “Uh where’s my room?” You asked.

“Ah of course. This way.” He led you down the hall the your room. “Uh here’s your pajamas.” He said, handling you the cloths. It was just sweatpants and a tee shirt.

“Oh OK thanks. Good night.” You told him.

“Quelle?” He asked. You came to learn that was french for ‘what.’

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Uh this is my room too.” He explained.

“There not a spare room or something?” You asked.

“Oh yeah there is. No worries, I shall sleep there tonight.” He said. He grabbed a pair of sweat pants and walked out. You changed into pajamas. The tee shirt was much too large and you concluded it must be Lafayette’s. You were too tired to change it, plus is was comfy.

You crawled in bed and tried to sleep but you couldn’t get comfy. After tossing and turning for a few hours you decided to try and find something else to do. You cracked open the door and peeked out. You saw Lafayette walking down the hall back to the spare room. And damn you knew how to pick ‘em. He was wearing no shirt and had great looking abs.

He groggily walked into the guest room. You walked over to the door and peeked in. The 'spare room’ was really a room full of storage with a futon in one corner. “This is your idea of a spare room?” You asked walking in.

He shot up surprised and manage to fall of the side of the bed. You started laughing. He looked up at you from his tangle of blankets on the floor and smiled. “I have missed that sound.” He told you.

You stopped laughing and only smiled while a blush covered your cheeks. “I couldn’t sleep.” You admitted.

“Me either.” He said with a shrug. “Would you like to sit and talk?” He asked gesturing to the open space next to him, as he climbed back onto the futon.

“Sure.” You walked over and plopped down. You buried you legs under the covers to keep warm.

“I hope you weren’t over whelmed today.” He said.

“A bit but this is supposed to help right?” You shrugged. “I just gotta keep at this normal life thing. So what does the rest of the week look like?”

“Oh much of the same tomororw. Usually we go out however. We will probably stay in this time though.” He laid back and was staring at the ceiling. You laid back too and turned so you were facing him. “The weekdays are spent working. Alexander works as a lawyer. Hercules works tailoring and selling custom suits. John Laurens is still studying to be a lawyer. You worked at a bakery a few blocks from here. I called while we were still in the hospital and you’re not supposed to be in for a few days.”

“And you?” You asked.

“Ah, I’m a trainer at the gym. However, I told them I’d be taking some paid time off.” He turned to face you, he had a smile on his face. He quietly mumbled something in French.

“Huh?” You asked.

“Oh nothing.” He answered. You shrugged and yawned loudly. “Rest mon cheri.” You were too tired to correct him. You were drifting off when you heard quietly say “I just saying you were beautiful.”

You slowly opened your eyes. You were so confused, which was normal for you now. You tired to sit up and noticed something holding you down. You looked and at some point at night Lafayette had wrapped his arms around you. Great. Now you had to wake him up and have another awkward conversation.

“Lafayette.” you said quietly. “Laf.” Louder this time and tried to shake him, however you were in a bad position to try and do that. He groaned and started nuzzling your neck. “Lafayette.” You said normal volume and sternly.

That did the trick. One arm lifted from around you as he rubbed his eyes. “Hm?” He said. And realized he still had an arm around you. “Ah je suis désolé! Mon ch-er Y/N I didn’t mean to!”

“Lafayette calm down! I know, it was a mistake. Relax.” He did as you said and let out a breath. You got up and went to change. You paused. “We usually share a bed don’t we?” You asked. He nodded. “So that’s why I couldn’t get comfortable. Look Lafayette, tonight your welcome to stay in the room with me. I’m sure it would be better than the futon.” He just beamed.

You changed into some jeans and a tee shirt, after you found your clothes amongst the dresser drawers. You walked into the kitchen and found all the men. They were all still in their pajamas, which seemed to consist of sweats and tee shirts. “What’s for breakfast?” You asked.

“Well cereal or Laf makes some pretty good eggs and French toast.” Alexander told you.

“I could go for some eggs.” John said.

“Psh you know he only makes them for Y/N.” Alexander told him.

“I can make my own breakfast.” You said quickly. “Besides I just want some cereal.” Eggs did actually sound good buy you didn’t want Lafayette cooking for you.

Luckily the boys talked like normal during breakfast. And the rest of the day, as Lafayette said, was similar to Saturday. Mario Kart races, which you were improving, and movies. Alexander spent some time typing on his laptop and John some time writing a paper, constantly asking Alexander for his opinion.

Jafayette made lunch and you guys ordered pizza for supper. Alexander managed to find ice cream in the freezer and got a bowl for everyone. Hercules decided to watch a scary movie that night. You were sat next to Lafayette and were hiding behind his arm the whole time. At one point he lifted his arm up and around you. You just buried your face in his chest.

Finally the torture was over and the men departed to bed. You didn’t dare let Lafayette leave even after he offered. You were too scared to sleep alone.

“You know, Hercules made us watch that movie shortly after you moved in.” Lafayette was saying. “You came to my room and said you couldn’t sleep. Zat’s how we started sharing a bed.”

You chuckled. “Very sneaky of him playing that movie again.” You said. Lafayette just hummed in agreement.

The next day all the boys were gone when the two of you woke up. Lafayette insisted on cooking breakfast for you. He suggested on walking around town to see if anything triggered your memory.

You guys were walking and talking. Lafayette said something that made you laugh. He was staring again with that doppy smile. “I love you mon cheri.” He said without even realizing it.

“Don’t say that.” You told him.


“Don’t say you love me.”

“But I do mon cheri. Even if you can’t return it I still do.” He said walking closer.

“No. Stop that.” You snapped. “You’re always giving me these love sick smiles. You need to realize I hardly know you now! Got it?!”

“Mon cheri-”

“I told you to stop that!” You interrupted. “This was a bad idea.” You said. And began walking back.

“You don’t know the way back.” Lafayette said.

“I’ll figure it out.” You told him. “I just want to be alone.”

You found your way back and we’re surprised to find that Lafayette wasn’t home yet. You weren’t lying when you said this wasn’t a good idea. Clearly being here wasn’t helping. You needed to go someplace else, where it was quiet and you could think.

You were throwing clothes in a bag when Lafayette walked in. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“Oh! Well I’m leaving. I can’t stay here.” You told him.

“Quelle?” He asked. “How can you not stay here?”

“Because it’s not helping Laf. I can’t think or remember anything so I’m leaving.”

“You can’t!” He shouted.

“Oh and why not?!” You challenged. He responded by walking over and wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you close and pressed his lips to yours. You were shocked but soon melted into the kiss. You parted to get some air.

“I love you more than anything in the world…which is why you have to stay here mon cheri.”

“What if I never remember anything?” You asked him, tears filling you eyes.

“We fell I love once, I believe we can do it again.” He said hugging you. You really hoped so.

The next few months were rough. Eventually Lafayette had to get back to work. You had gone and talked to your former manager who said you could return when you felt up to it. That hadn’t happened yet. You still couldn’t remember anything. You fell into a routine with the boys though. You heard Alexander tell John that you were acting more like yourself.

You and Lafayette were getting closer to whatever you were before. He had gone back to calling mon cheri and you didn’t mind it to much anymore.

You woke up one morning with a groan. What day was it? More importantly, what time was it? Well Lafayette still had his arms around you so it couldn’t be too late. “Laf.” You said using your elbow to nudge him until he woke up.

“Wha?” You laughed at his morning voice.

“What day is it?” You asked him.

“Mercredi. Quelle?” He mumbled. You shook your head as his sleepy mind didn’t translate it to English.

“Do you know if I have to work? I can’t remember my schedule.” He shot up. He put his hands on either side of your head and leaned over you. He had the biggest smile ever on his face. “What?” You asked. He responded by leaning down and kissing you soundly. You smiled but pushed him away. “Not that I don’t like this wake up call, but I need to know if I have to get to work.”

“Y/N do you really not remember?” He asked.

“Remember what? My schedule? And since when do you use my name?” He’d jokingly called you mon cheri long before you started dating.

“You were hurt mon cheri.” He said. Suddenly it came back to you. The mugging, the hospital, amnesia. “You didn’t remember anything.”

You leaned up and kissed Lafayette who responded happily. He flipped you over so you were laying on top of him. “I remember everything!” You said happily after you broke the kiss.

“I knew you would eventually.” He said while brushing stray hair out of your face.

“Hey Laf. There’s something I haven’t told you in a while and I really want to say.”


“I love you Marquis De Lafayette.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seem him happier. “I love you too mon cheri, Y/N L/N.” He pulled you back down into another deep kiss.

i keep seeing comments/tags/post lately about how fic authors should always try to respond to comments to show love and appreciation to their fans, and i just wanted to take a moment to shout out to all those authors who can’t do that, whether due to other commitments, limited time online, or any number of mental or physical reasons that make it hard to reply. and i fucking hate this ‘it only takes two minutes’ and ‘it isn’t hard to reply to reviews’ mentality. you don’t have a clue HOW fucking difficult it can be for some people.

the great fandom secret is that no one is actually entitled to your time - and as much as we writers thrive on feedback and appreciation, please also remember to look after yourself, and put yourself first ♥

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The tension between Dean and you was almost tangible. For the past couple of days, you both had tried your hardest to tease each other and it had worked so well, that by now you were both more than a little frustrated. 

“Quit staring at my ass, Winchester!” You retorted, as you watched Dean teasingly pursing his full, soft lips. 

“Then stop shaking it my way at every fucking opportunity you get!” He answered, slowly walking towards you. 

“I’m not shaking my ass, especially not your way.” You lowly whispered. 

“Are you sure about that, sweetheart?” He asked, leaning in, his breath hot on your cheeks.

“Fuck, Dean, I’m sick of playing this fucking game.” You grabbed the collar of his jacket and placed your lips on his. They felt soft and warm, just how you had imagined them. 

Galavant Sorting

      Richard - Ravenclaw, Pureblood. Charms Professor. Unicorn Patronus.       Elder and Dragon Heartstring wand, 13¼ inches, Slightly Springy.