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tattle-tale | l.sy

pairings: lee sangyeon x reader genre: teacher au, tooth-rotting fluff summary: in which teacher!sangyeon has a crush on teacher!you and anonymously leaves little gifts for you on your desk, only to one day be caught by your entire class word count: 5.9k series: sankyeom’s 2k followers celebration

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You loved your job, you really did.

Teaching little kids all day long was an absolute joy for you. But if you said recess wasn’t your favourite time of the day, you’d definitely be lying. “Finally,” you groaned as you took a seat on a sofa in the teacher’s lounge, a large cup of coffee in your hand as you closed your eyes.

Sangyeon, Jacob and Hyunjae – three teachers at your school that you considered close friends – shared knowing smiles. “Rough morning?” Jacob asked.

“I love my students,” you said, eyes still closed. “But they can be little devils sometimes.”

Hyunjae burst into laughter as Jacob and Sangyeon grinned. “They can’t be that bad?”

You opened your eyes to observe your colleagues. “It’s Emma’s birthday today. She brought cake for the entire class, and they ate the entire thing within the first ten minutes of first period,” you recalled in a monotone voice.

Jacob winced. “Sugar rush?” he guessed.

“You have no idea,” you complained, having flashbacks to your students running around the classroom and causing absolute chaos. “I would literally kill for some coffee. Or at least maim.”

Hyunjae pointed at your mug. “What do you call that?” he teased.

“Terrible teacher lounge coffee that hasn’t been warm for, like, an hour,” you observed as you took a sip of your coffee. Then, you winced and pushed the mug away from you. “I may be desperate for a good caffeine fix, but I’m not that desperate,” you mumbled as you got up to toss the contents of your mug down the sink.

Sangyeon’s eyes trailed after your retreating figure, a mindless smile on his face as he observed the way you glared at your, now empty, mug in disgust as if it had betrayed you. His gaze drew towards Jacob when his colleague cleared his throat, a knowing look in his and Hyunjae’s eyes as Sangyeon gave them an innocent smile. “Are you ever going to ask her out?” Jacob asked with a lowered voice.

Although he knew he had been caught, Sangyeon still made his attempt at playing innocent. “Ask who out?”

Hyunjae rolled his eyes. “Don’t pretend. You’re a really bad liar and you’re just way too obviously in love with Teacher Y/n,” he said, imitating your students when they call out to you.

Despite his best efforts, Sangyeon couldn’t hide the blush that appeared on his cheeks. As he opened his mouth to protest, you took your seat on the sofa opposite the trio, muttering to yourself about terrible coffee. Noticing the shift in atmosphere, you raised an eyebrow at your colleagues. “Did something happen while I was gone?” you wondered.

“No,” the three men chorused, which only made you more suspicious of them. With a shrug, you dismissed their odd behaviour, deciding that it was best not to pursue your curiosity. “So Y/n, did you ever find out who your secret admirer is?” Hyunjae wondered.

A small pout appeared on your lips. “No,” you sighed, clasping your hands together to rest on your knees.

For a few months now, you had been receiving little gifts on your desk when you stepped out of your classroom for your breaks or free periods. At first, they were just little things that lifted your mood in the middle of the day; sticky notes with funny faces and encouraging quotes, or small gummy and snack packets to give you energy at the end of your long day.

Then, the gifts started becoming a little more personal.

A gift certificate to your favourite coffee chain, packs of stickers or staples that you just so happened to be running out of, muffins from your favourite bakery, and even a beautiful leather-bound journal that you had mentioned you wanted to a few friends and coworkers.

You didn’t know who the gifts were from, but you desperately wanted to meet them.

Not only did they brighten your day every single time you got a new gift, but they seemed to be presents that were specifically purchased for you.

“Has anybody else been getting gifts?” you inquired.

“Not as far as I know,” Jacob denied, Hyunjae and Sangyeon humming in agreement. “Besides, aren’t the gifts all perfect for you?”

You nodded. “Most of them are things that I vaguely mentioned, or silently pined after. Sometimes they’re just little pick-me-ups like snacks, but they still seem to know my taste perfectly.”

Jacob smiled. “That’s kind of romantic,” he mused, causing Sangyeon to choke on the water he had been sipping. He coughed, leaning forward to place his mug down, and covered his mouth as he tried to catch his breath. You, Hyunjae and Jacob gave him looks of concern, which he immediately waved off.

“I’m good,” Sangyeon assured the three of you. “You-“ he coughed. “You think it’s romantic?”

“Of course!” Jacob said cheerily. “Gifts that fit her taste without ever revealing who sent them… A secret admirer. Super romantic,” he assured his friend, sending him a subtle wink when you weren’t looking.

“I just wish I could repay them somehow,” you sighed. “I feel like they make my days easier and I don’t even have a way to thank them.”

“I’m sure they’ll reveal themselves with time,” Hyunjae told you, probably in an attempt to cheer you up. “Maybe they’re just a little shy.”

“Maybe,” you echoed half-heartedly. The bell rung, indicating that recess was over and class would start again in five minutes.

“Coming?” Sangyeon asked, standing up to walk you to your classroom. Your classrooms were in the same corridor, even though Sangyeon taught fourth grade and you taught second.

You shook your head. “My kids have Gym right now, so I have a free,” you said. “I have some grading to do, so I’m just going to hang out here.”

“Not going to hunt for a better cup of coffee?” Sangyeon teased, copying the horrified face you made when you took a sip of the cold teacher’s lounge coffee.

With a laugh, you merely shook your head. “I’m too lazy to leave campus. Plus, I should probably cut down on my caffeine consumption anyway.”

“Right,” Hyunjae nodded. “I’ll remind you of that in three hours when it’s lunchtime and you’re completely worn-out from your seven-year-old students,” he said, saluting you in lieu of a goodbye. You waved to him, Jacob and Sangyeon as they left the lounge, taking out your bag to get to grading your students’ tests.

Since they were only second graders, the grading wasn’t exactly difficult, just time-consuming. By the time the bell rang to indicate Gym class had ended, you had just finished all of their maths tests. After stretching, you made your way over to your classroom so that you could be there before your students changed after Gym class.

Entering your classroom, you could already feel a bit of fatigue kicking in, and you cursed yourself for not getting a cup of coffee after all. Before you could wallow in your regret any further, you noticed the paper take-away cup on your desk. The bright blue sticky note on the cup instantly brought a smile to your face.

Don’t let the little devils wear you down too much. x

You picked the cup up, delighted that the coffee was still warm to the touch and relishing in the taste as you took a sip. “Secret admirer, you must be from heaven,” you muttered, grateful that your secret admirer had gone out of their way to make sure you were properly caffeinated.

“Teacher Y/n!” someone shouted, barreling into your classroom. Several students trailed behind, giving you similar greetings coupled with large beams.

“How was Gym?” you asked, putting your coffee down and listening to your students’ excited stories about who won the dodgeball game that day. “Well while you guys were having fun, I was working very hard to grade your math tests! Do you want to see how you did?”

Their cheers were enough for you to burst into laughter as you took their papers out of your test. “Teacher Y/n,” one of your students, Minho, raised his hand with big eyes.

The sight was absolutely adorable. “Yes, Minho?” you smiled.

“What did your secret Santa give you today?” he asked.

“Secret Santa is for Christmas time,” you corrected. “The person leaving me presents is just a nice friend,” you explained.

“Okay,” Minho nodded, eagerly absorbing your words. “What did your nice friend give you?”

“Something warm to drink,” you explained, pointing in the direction of your take-away cup before handing the seven-year-old his test back. “The teacher’s lounge has coffee but the coffee from my friend is from my favourite store.”

“Do we know your friend?” Sana, a little girl who always wore pigtails and a huge smile, asked.

“I think so,” you mused. “They work here at school.”

“Who is it?” she wondered. “Is it your boyfriend?”

You laughed. “It’s not my boyfriend,” you assured Sana. “I actually don’t know who it is yet. It’s a mystery.”

“Like Sherlock Holmes,” Minho piped up.

“Yes, like Sherlock Holmes,” you agreed.

“We can try and solve the mystery together, then!” the boy decided. “We just need to look at the clues.”

“Alright,” you allowed, having finished handing out the tests. “We can do that after we go over this test. Does anybody have any questions on the test that they didn’t understand?”

“That’s adorable,” Hyunjae laughed as you told him, Sangyeon, and Jacob about your students’ interest in your secret admirer. The four of you were sat outside at one of the picnic tables to enjoy the last few days of sunshine that autumn had to offer you. “Did they come up with anything?”

“They actually did,” you admitted. Sangyeon’s back straightened abruptly, curious about what your students figured out. “They decided that it’s definitely a teacher.”

“Really?” Sangyeon exclaimed, earning a weird look from Jacob and Hyunjae. “What makes them think that?”

“Well, I always get a little post-it note with all of my gifts,” you explained with a laugh. “And who uses post-it notes?”

“Teachers,” your three colleagues chorused.

“That’s pretty decent detective work,” Jacob complimented.

“My class certainly liked to think so,” you allowed, amused. “Anyway, my theory is that the admirer really is a teacher,” you added. “I doubt anyone other than other teachers have heard me talk about my favourite cafe, or which of my stationary is running low. I only ever talk about those kind of things in the teacher’s lounge or when I’m on lunch duty.”

“Sherlock Holmes indeed,” Hyunjae grinned, eyes crinkling at the outer corners. “Any theories on who it is?”

You sighed, shoulder drooping. “None at all,” you confessed. “Makes me feel kind of pathetic.”

“Hey, you’re not pathetic,” Jacob denied, putting his hand on your shoulder. “A little slow? Maybe. But certainly not pathetic,” you laughed, pleased at Jacob’s attempt to make you feel better.

“Teacher Y/n!” you heard Sana’s familiar voice as she ran up to you from the playground, her best friend Emma trailing after her.

“Hi girls,” you greeted. “Are you enjoying your lunch?” the two girls nodded.

“Emma, it’s your birthday today, isn’t it?” Sangyeon recalled from your rant at recess. The girl’s eyes lit up at his question, prompting her to nod her head excitedly.

“I’m turning eight,” she told him proudly.

Sangyeon beamed at her excitement, a fond look in his eyes. “Well I hope you have a wonderful birthday, Emma. You’ll have to tell me what presents you get when you come to school tomorrow,” he asked, which she immediately agreed to.

“I will, Teacher Sangyeon!” she promised.

Suddenly impatient, Sana crossed her arms. “Teacher Y/n, is Teacher Jacob your nice friend?” she wondered, pointing to where Jacob sat across from you.

“He’s a nice teacher friend, but he’s not the one who’s leaving me gifts,” you explained to the two girls. “Why do you ask?”

“We saw him touch your shoulder,” Sana explained. “We thought that meant he was your nice friend.”

“Sadly, you have the wrong guy,” Jacob said with a shrug. “But I’m going to try to help Teacher Y/n to find out who her nice teacher friend is. You guys already did a great job at helping her,” he added. Sana and Emma looked proud at the thought before they said their goodbyes, rushing off to grab the vacant swings before anybody else did.

“They’re so cute,�� Hyunjae almost whined. “Why did I decide to teach sixth grade? Those kids aren’t cute anymore, they’re just savage.”

You grinned at the idea of Hyunjae being lightheartedly bullied by his twelve-year-old students. “You adore those kids, don’t lie to me,” you retorted. “And they’re still plenty cute.”

“They’re not that cute in sixth grade,” he denied, pointing in the direction Emma and Sana went. “And they don’t look at me with big, adorable eyes, or cling on to every word I say.”

“That’s just Y/n,” Sangyeon told them, smiling to himself as he dug into lunch. “My students are just two years older, and they don’t do any of those things to me.”

“You’re being modest,” you argued. “Emma looked at you like you told her she was the most special girl in the world when you remembered her birthday.”

“Maybe because it’s her birthday,” Sangyeon allowed, looking up from his food to smile at you. “But they look at you like that every single day. And it’s not just your students, either.”

His compliment made you blush.

The gifts started coming on a daily basis after the day you got a cup of coffee.

Almost every time you had a free period, a fresh cup of coffee would wait for you when you returned to your classroom, and sometimes baked treats from your favourite bakery would accompany it.

You tried staying in your classroom to see who your gift fairy was, but on days you stayed your admirer never came. It was almost as if they knew every move you were making; like they had heard it before or could somehow read your mind.

“Is one of you giving out my plans?” you questioned your colleagues one day.

Hyunjae simply raised an eyebrow at you. “Explain.”

So you did: “I feel like my secret admirer is always a step ahead of me,” you mumbled. “If I ever wait for them, they don’t show up, and if I send students ahead to wait in the classroom, they still don’t show up. I don’t know how they do it.”

“Maybe it’s one of us,” Jacob said, causing Sangyeon to send a small kick to his ankle as a warning. Hyunjae snorted, covering it up by pretending to cough. “Have you ever considered that?”

“I hadn’t, actually,” you realised absent-mindedly. “But if it was one of you guys then you’d just tell me.”

“Sure,” Hyunjae nodded. “Eventually.”

“Right,” you said, as if this was enough evidence to suggest it couldn’t be Hyunjae, Jacob, or Sangyeon. “So I’m back to square one.”

The bell rang, indicating the end of recess, and you stood up to go back to your classroom. “I love art class,” you sighed as you waved your goodbyes to Hyunjae and Jacob, and made your way to your classroom with Sangyeon. “It’s the only time they get to be rowdy and excited and I don’t have to make them calm down.”

Sangyeon laughed. “Sounds nice,” he agreed.

“What do you have next?” you asked.

“I’m free, actually,” Sangyeon said. “I always have a free after recess.”

“How come you’re always rushing off, then?” you wondered, since he had never sat with you in the teacher’s lounge during recess.

“I use it as my lesson-planning time, which I prefer to do in my classroom because I’m always forgetting little things that I need,” he admitted.

“Well you should hang out with me in the lounge some time,” you offered. “It has terrible coffee but I hear I’m pretty good company,” you joke, stopping at your classroom.

“I might take you up on that,” Sangyeon grinned, winking at you before he made his way to his classroom a few doors down.

You cursed yourself for feeling shy at his wink. Sure, Sangyeon was incredibly handsome. But you had enough to worry about with your secret admirer; you didn’t need a schoolgirl crush on one of your closest colleagues to top it all off.

You sighed. “Control yourself, Y/n,” you muttered to yourself, entering your classroom and starting to hand out the worksheets for the period.

You regretted ever saying that you loved art class.

After a sugar-filled recess, your class was more hyper than you had ever seen them and there was nothing that could be done to stop them. You had attempted multiple times to get them to listen to music or talk quietly, even going as far as to threaten them with staying on after lunch time to make up for the time lost during art class. You were about to lose your patience out of pure irritation and frustration when a knock sounded on the door of your classroom.

Sangyeon’s head popped in, a look of mild concern on his face. “Y/n, is everything okay?” he asked.

“Not really,” you admitted, running a hand through your hair in an attempt to curb your oncoming headache. “They won’t calm down. I’ve tried literally everything I can think of.”

“Mind if I give it a try?” he asked, earning an enthusiastic nod and a grateful smile from you. Sangyeon let himself in and stood at the front of the room. “Hi everyone!” he greeted loudly, causing your students to start to quiet down at the sight of a new face. “Thanks for waiting to start art class until I came,” he smiled, as if he was supposed to be there all along. “I’m Teacher Sangyeon from the fourth grade class down the hall.”

“He teaches big kids,” you heard Emma whisper to her desk mate. Cute.

“Teacher Y/n was just telling me how advanced and mature her second graders are. She even thought that I could come and teach them a little bit of fourth grade art since you’re all so far ahead,” Sangyeon complimented.

Gasps rang around the room, and you couldn’t be more grateful to him in that moment. “But you guys were pretty noisy when I came in. I’m not sure if you guys are really mature enough,” he trailed off, a look of concern on his face.

“We are!” Sana exclaimed, shushing her classmates with a stern expression. “We promise we are!”

“Well...” Sangyeon pretended to think for a moment. “If you guys can promise to be calm and good listeners, maybe I can still teach you like I teach fourth grade art. But only if you’re well behaved.”

In that moment, you were almost as entranced by Sangyeon as your students were.

Sangyeon took their silence as a promise and made his way over to your whiteboard, writing down his name and a few bullet points down. Then, he began to talk about being in the fourth grade and how different things would be from the second grade. He spoke with an air of confidence and kindness that made you realise why he became a teacher, and why all of his students loved him so much.

He was patient and informative without being condescending, and he took any questions and comments happily at any given moment. Sangyeon was definitely in his element, and it made him glow with relaxed joy.

You had always thought Sangyeon was attractive, but this was on a different level. He commanded the attention of all of your students and the way he just swooped in, giving up his entire free period to help you, made your heart swell with something akin to admiration. Sangyeon had your students giggling at his cheesy comments, and you found yourself smiling along with them, just as enchanted by him as your students were.

When he was done teaching, your students looked at him in awe and their eyes were dripping with respect and admiration. He dismissed them to lunch with your approval, and you practically leapt onto him when all your students left.

“Woah, what did I do to deserve that?” he wondered, wrapping his arms around you to return your hug nonetheless.

“Saved my class, and myself from a migraine,” you replied, sighing in relief. “Thank you, Sangyeon. Really. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I appreciate this,” you acknowledged, squeezing your eyes shut to relish in the hug. Sangyeon tightened his grip on you and sighed back, butterflies fluttering around his stomach.

Maybe he should just tell you that he’s your secret admirer, he considered.

“Of course, Y/n. You know that I’m always here if you need anything,” he said instead, pulling away from your hug to offer you a genuine smile. He wasn’t ready yet.

“I do,” you agreed with a nod. “And I can help you out anytime as well. Thank you. Let me buy you coffee or something as a proper thank you,” you offered, grabbing your bag without letting him reply.

“Not everyone is as obsessed with caffeine as you are,” Sangyeon retorted, gently nudging you with his hip to tease you.

“Hey, until they start selling it in an IV bag, I’m going to have to get my caffeine the old fashion way. C’mon, coffee shop three blocks away. My treat,” you smiled hopefully, holding up your wallet to jokingly entice him.

Sangyeon broke out into a large smile, eyes shaped like crescent moons. “I would love that,” he agreed, starting to erase his notes on the whiteboard as you clapped.

You watched him. “Your handwriting is beautiful,” you complimented, seeing the letters disappear. “I feel like I’ve seen it before,” you thought aloud, wondering why it looked so familiar.

“Really?” Sangyeon said, eyes wide as he sped up his process of erasing his lettering. “Probably in the yearbook or something.”

“Probably,” you dismissed the thought with a smile. “Now let’s go get our coffee on.”

After Sangyeon saved your art class, and your head from a brutal migraine, he started spending more time with you during your mutual free periods. Usually, you sat in silence in the teacher’s lounge as you did any grading or class prep that needed to be done, but with Sangyeon’s presence, your free periods were much more colourful and laidback.

Sangyeon had a lighthearted way about him; everything he said was assuring kind, and didn’t fail to make your heart flutter. Usually, you only ever spent time with Sangyeon when Jacob and Hyunjae were around, but being alone with Sangyeon was a different situation entirely. You had always known he was handsome and considerate, but he exuded a different kind of energy when he wasn’t surrounded by your friends.

As he sat next to you at one of the tables in the teacher’s lounge before the school day started, you couldn’t help but admire his profile; he was practically flawless. He had a long, slender nose and high cheekbones that made Sangyeon look more angular than soft. His deep brown eyes and pillow-soft lips-

“Y/n?” you snapped out of your trail of thoughts, realising that you had been blatantly staring at your coworker. Sangyeon gave you a concerned look. “You okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine!” you promised, clearing your throat and adjusting your shirt to give your hands something to do. “Sorry. What were you saying?”

The bell chimed, indicating that the school day would begin soon. You and Sangyeon stood up from your chairs and started collecting your papers. “I was just saying that I can’t stay with you during my free, I have some errands to run,” he explained, giving you a wave before he ran off to grab something from his car before class started.

You rose an eyebrow. “I don’t have a free today,” you mumbled to yourself, making your way to your classroom to start your first period class.

Sangyeon grinned, lifting the flower bouquet in his hand to smell the fragrant flowers once more, relishing in their sweet scent. You had told him about a little flower shop nearby that you noticed the other day, but you couldn’t bring yourself to buy yourself flowers because it felt a little embarrassing. Since you had a free today, Sangyeon figured it would be the perfect time to buy you some flowers and give them to you.

Anonymously, of course.

As Sangyeon snuck past the teacher’s lounge, he saw your bag on one of the chairs and quickened his steps so that you wouldn’t spot him as he made his way to your classroom. Checking the hallway, Sangyeon entered your classroom as quietly as he could as to not alert any other classes of his presence.

As carefully as he could, Sangyeon closed the door behind him and let out a relieved sigh when it silently shut. Smiling, he turned around to put the flowers on your desk.

Only to be met with the little faces of your entire class.

Sangyeon’s mouth fell open in shock, his eyes widening simultaneously as he realised the situation.

“Teacher Sangyeon,” Emma exclaimed, waving excitedly at him. “What are you doing here?”

“Um, hi class,” Sangyeon greeted awkwardly, making his way towards your desk. “I’m just leaving Teacher Y/n a little surprise, that’s all.”

Minho gasped. “You’re her nice friend that’s leaving her presents!” he realised, pointing his little finger at Sangyeon.

Knowing he was caught, Sangyeon nodded, hurriedly pulling a blue post-it note from his shirt pocket and writing you a little message to go with your flowers. “Yes, I am. But I would really like it if you guys could keep it a secret between us?” he pleaded. “Since I know you guys are so mature and clever.”

He knew that appealing to seven-year-olds’ will to be grown up was a low blow, but he didn’t have much time before you would return to your class.

“Of course,” Sana nodded her head. “We’ll keep your secret. Teacher Y/n is looking for her bag, she’ll be back any minute now!”

Sangyeon thanked her for her warning, giving your students a little wave before he darted out of the classroom and rushed to his own.

That was close. And he was probably screwed.

“Okay class, thank you so much for being patient,” you exclaimed, entering your classroom with your bag. “I’m sorry I left you guys to grab my bag but I’m so proud of you all being so mature and understanding,” you buttered up your students, feeling guilty for running around school like a mad person trying to find your bag.

“Teacher Y/n!” Minho raised his hand as far in the air as he could. “We know who your nice friend is!”

You froze in place from where you were writing on the whiteboard, knowing exactly who he was talking about. “You do?” you echoed.

“Hey,” Sana cried out. “We’re not supposed to tell!”

That’s interesting. You knew that if whoever your secret admirer was had convinced your class to keep their identity a secret, it meant that your class trusted and respected them.

“I don’t care,” Minho retorted, crossing his arms. “We’re supposed to be Sherlock Holmes and help Teacher Y/n, remember?”

You smiled; those kids were truly too cute.

“Oh,” Sana seemed to be struggling with making up her mind. “Well, I suppose you’re right. We did promise Teacher Y/n first.”

“Was my nice friend here?” you asked, spotting the bouquet of flowers on your desk, accompanied by the usual blue post-it note you received with all your gifts.

“He was,” Minho nodded. “Teacher Sangyeon came while we were waiting for you and he brought your flowers.”

Something fluttered in your stomach, excitement at the revelation of your secret admirer making your heart pound just slightly faster. “He did?” you said, so quietly it was almost a whisper.

“And he wrote you a note with a blue post-it!” Emma added. “We were right! Your nice friend is a teacher.”

You smiled, picturing Sangyeon trying to convince your students to keep his secret. He must have snuck in because he thought I had a free period, you realised. “Well, you guys are very good detectives,” you complimented. “Just like Sherlock Holmes.”

When you dismissed your students for lunch, you couldn’t help but sit at your desk as they all filed out to admire the flowers. It was a beautiful mixture of white roses, pink peonies, and beautiful green and purple wildflowers. The post-it note must have been more rushed than usual, because it had a simple message that said he hoped you liked the flowers instead of their usual buttery, warm message of encouragement.

No wonder Sangyeon’s handwriting looked so familiar, you thought as you traced the letters on the post-it note with your pointer finger. The loops of his lettering perfectly replicated those that were written on the whiteboard when he helped you with your art class a few weeks ago.

After assigning your students their work for the last class, you couldn’t help your mind from wandering to Sangyeon, and how you should confront him about being your secret admirer. Making up your mind, you got up from your chair and plucked the flowers and post-it note from your desk before exiting your classroom and walking down the hall.

Knocking on the door of Sangyeon’s classroom, you waited patiently for him to greet you at the door. “Y/n,” his eyes lit up when he recognised that it was you. “Come in, you don’t need to knock,” Sangyeon ushered you in, opening to door for you.

“Thanks,” you smiled, stepping inside. “So, I got another gift from my admirer,” you told him, holding up the flowers. “If I can even call them an admirer.”

“Why shouldn’t they admire you,” Sangyeon said with a small shrug, moving to wipe his whiteboard.

“Say,” you began, holding up the post-it note. “This looks a lot like your handwriting.”

Sangyeon dropped the whiteboard eraser with a loud clatter, cursing quietly before apologising for the noise and going to pick it up. “Oh, um, really?” he wondered, panic rising in his chest.

“Really,” you confirmed, making your way next to him and holding up the post-it for you both to compare to the white board. “See? Your lettering is super similar,” you said, as if you didn’t already know that Sangyeon was your secret admirer.

“Huh,” Sangyeon hummed. “Weird.”

“Isn’t it?” you agreed, smiling. “These flowers are beautiful though, aren’t they?”

Feeling nervous, Sangyeon only gave you a weak smile. “As long as you think so…”

“They’re from that little flower shop I was telling you about the other day,” you told him, recognising the name of the shop on the ribbon that held the bouquet together. “Isn’t that ironic? That they got the flowers from there.”

“Well it’s only a few blocks away so I’m sure other people know about it,” Sangyeon retorted, pretending to go through the papers on his desk to act as if his heart wasn’t beating at the sound of a tuba.

“I also got coffee from my favourite cafe, pastries from my favourite bakery, and any piece of stationary that I complained to you about being low on,” you listed off the different gifts you had received.

Sangyeon opened his mouth to retort, but when he lifted his head to meet your eyes, he knew immediately that he had been caught. “You know, don’t you?” Sangyeon mumbled, red flushing the tips of his cheeks and ears.

“Minho ratted you out,” you confessed, not wanting to take credit for figuring it out.

Sangyeon laughed. “Tattle-tale,” he muttered, eyes gleaming with mischief. “So you were just having fun, teasing me as if you were figuring it all out right in front of me?”

“Hey,” you exclaimed. “I figured the handwriting thing out on my own.”

“Really?”

“No. I just connected the dots after Minho told on you,” you admit, shrugging your shoulders. Sangyeon chuckled, picturing your class telling on him as you lean back against his desk. “I’m glad it’s you,” you revealed, making Sangyeon smile shyly at you.

“How come?” he wondered.

“Well, you’re pretty cute,” you teased, earning an eye-roll from Sangyeon. “And you’re just… I don’t know. You’re really special. The way you interact with your students and how you never fail to give up your free time to help me, or keep me company…” you trailed off, noticing how a more serious expression fell across Sangyeon’s face. “Why didn’t you tell me that it’s you?”

“I didn’t know if you wanted it to be me,” Sangyeon said, tucking his hands into his pant pockets. “You’re one of the most loved teachers at this school, by the students and the faculty. You’re funny, and kind, and beautiful, and I thought you were out of reach.”

“I’m not out of reach,” you shook your head, moving closer to the brunet man. “Not at all.”

“And you’re really happy that it’s me?” he wondered.

“Hm,” you pretended to think. “Let me get back to you on that one,” you teased. “Yes Sangyeon, I’m really happy that it’s you.” Sangyeon beamed, pleased with your response. “That’s your cue.”

“My cue?” he asked.

“Yes, your cue,” you emphasised, trailing your hands up his chest to play with his tie. An understanding look filled his eyes and Sangyeon leant down to kiss you, closing his eyes as you felt each other’s breath against your faces.

The door to Sangyeon’s classroom opened noisily.

“Yo, we were just-“ Hyunjae’s shriek cut off Jacob’s words as the pair realised the position that you and Sangyeon were in.

“Guys, you can’t do that during school hours!” Hyunjae exclaimed, looking scandalised. “Jacob, I’ll cover your eyes and you cover mine,” he said dramatically, causing the two of them to flail about in an attempt to cover each other’s eyes with their hands.

You rolled your eyes, releasing Sangyeon’s tie and leaning back with a sigh. Sangyeon gave you a sheepish smile but cast your friends an exasperated look. “You guys are lame,” you accused.

Jacob laughed, releasing Hyunjae. “So you finally figured it out?”

“I wish. Some little tattle-tales told me all about it after catching him,” you motion to Sangyeon.

Hyunjae cackled. “Genius. C’mon, let’s get lunch. I’m starving,” he moved on quickly, uninterested in your new relationship with Sangyeon. “No kissing on school grounds, either. Let’s go,” he cheered, marching out with Jacob in tow.

You laughed, always amused by your coworkers and friends. “Let’s get lunch,” you agreed with Hyunjae, sending Sangyeon a smile.

As you moved away, Sangyeon caught your arm and gently pulled you back. “School hours are over in two periods,” he reminded you with a cheeky smile.

“Dinner?” you offered, earning a nod.

“I’d be crazy not to go,” Sangyeon exaggerated. “You’re paying, though. I’ve bought you enough food and drinks to last at least a few dinner dates,” he winked.

Laughing, you nodded, pulling him out of his classroom by his hand. “It’s a deal.”

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remuslupininskirts · 2 years

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2k book celebration

Hey guys, I guess this is my surprise I had! I guess no longer it’s a 2k celebration really but yeah…

Open until the 6th of February

Over Two thousand fucking people are following me here… damn… that’s a lot of people in my phone. So I guess… thank you! This is honestly so awesome and it’s quite obvious that I wouldn’t be here without you guys following me! Especially my moots. All of you guys are so amazing and just bdjsjxjjxjdxm. So I guess I will get into the good stuff lol.

Song of Achilles- song swap, give me a song and I’ll give you one that matches the same vibe!

Red white and royal blue- mood boards, for you or a character!

One last stop (moots)- I’ll tell you something(s) that reminds me of you

Shadow and bone- head cannon swaps (give a character/fandom you would like to compare with)

The picture of Dorian gray- classic tumblr games!

Emma- never have I ever… (you fill in the blank)

Pride and prejudice- I’ll ship you with a character (specify fandom(s))

Tale of two cities- I’ll put my Spotify on shuffle and tell you why I like that song and what it reminds me of

They both die at the end- ask me anything! Q&A styles!

Animal farm- opinions, on anything, I’ll tell you if I agree or not (no hateful things)

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#2k celebration

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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buckyownsmylife’s 2k/birthday challenge masterlist

I’m already starting to receive a few birthday presents fics, I mean fics! And since I didn’t think to create a hashtag so you all could easily find the submissions I’m getting, instead of only publishing it by the end of the challenge, I’m gonna keep post it now, so you all can celebrate my birthday the challenge with me.

ABO

BUCKY BARNES

stuck on you, by @buckysbee - I recommend this for when you want something incredibly filthy that will most definitely get you off. Jesus fucking Christ is this hot.

BAKER

BUCKY BARNES

stuffed full, by @whisperlullaby - I recommend this for when you’re in the mood for something sweet and amusing, because that’s how I’d describe the lovemaking reader and Bucky do in this incredible fic!

LEE BODECKER

watching you, by @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog - I recommend this for when you feel like being strongly protected by Lee, who will make you feel safe and desired despite anything from your past. (Reader is the baker in this)

BARISTA

HENRY CAVILL

s.o.s, by yours truly - I recommend this for when you want something short and sweet, with a tinge of forbidden relationship.

BIKER

CHRIS EVANS

give your heart a break, by yours truly - I recommend this for when you’re in the mood for a really loving dubcon, where it’s more of a forcing of boundaries than an actual break of consent/trust.

CEO

BUCKY BARNES

everything is blue, by @jbreenr - I recommend this for when you want to live your perfect fantasy of fucking your boss after years of desiring him from a distance.

RANSOM DRYSDALE

controlled, by @afriendlyblackhottie - I recommend this for when you want to be taken by a man who will do whatever he wants with your body, while also making all of your decisions for you.

SEBASTIAN STAN

always, by yours truly - I recommend this for when you want some sweet baby-making sex from your husband, who hates being apart from you because of work.

STEVE ROGERS

forever, by @donutloverxo - I recommend this for when you feel like getting the life you deserve, you know, the ring, the man, the family. So sweet and satisfying.

DAD

CHRIS EVANS

daddy is home, by @buckybarnes101 - I recommend this for when you feel like being cherished the way an ex never could. Chris will show you the love you deserve, while fucking you the way you deserve!

DEMON

BUCKY BARNES AND STEVE ROGERS

angel, by @little-diable - I recommend this for when you’re in the mood to be corrupted by dark!Stucky!

EX CON

ANDY BARBER

in between the city walls of dying dreams, by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor - I recommend this for when you want to escape reality and submerge yourself into a dark and instigating story where you just know shit’s going to happen, but you don’t know what and when.

BUCKY BARNES

new beginning, by @sebbysbaby - I recommend this for when you want to give in to that need to have someone after such a long time apart, especially if the reason you’re away comes from a place of protectiveness.

LIBRARIAN

ANDY BARBER

diving bell, by yours truly - I recommend this for when you’re into being flirted by the hot new librarian who patiently waits for you to give into him, and once you do, you are not prepared for what he has in store for you

BUCKY BARNES

do it so well, by @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog - I recommend this for when you want to fall head over heels for librarian Bucky, the man we all deserve in life. Emma did an INCREDIBLE job at making him believable while still being the exact amount of dreamy that will make you sigh.

MOB

BUCKY BARNES

all dressed in white, by @angrythingstarlight - I recommend this for when you want to feel those angsty smutty feelings, particularly if you’re in the mood to be so madly desired by a mob boss that he’ll do anything to find you and keep you close.

SEBASTIAN STAN

cherry bomb, by yours truly - I recommend this for when you’re in the mood to be taken in front of your boyfriend’s closest friends, all in his efforts to get you pregnant.

PROFESSOR

STEVE ROGERS

baby fever, by @americasass91 - I recommend this for when you want to be in a fully committed, long-term relationship with Steve who suddenly has a change of heart after seeing how great you are with kids.

WALTER MARSHALL

sentimental education, by yours truly - I recommend this for when you want to see the longing through the eyes of the man you shouldn’t be with and explore the breeding kink as a fantasy that most definitely shouldn’t be fulfilled either.

ROOMMATE

CHRIS EVANS

follow you, by yours truly - I recommend this for when you’re in the mood for some good male pining.

STEVE ROGERS

head start, by @eurynome827-fic-roulette - I recommend this for when want the sweetest kind of smut

ROYAL

RANSOM DRYSDALE

crowned sin, by @angrybirdcr - I recommend this for when you want to be sent on a rollercoaster of emotions

SINGLE DAD

CHRIS EVANS

daddy is home, by @buckybarnes101 - I recommend this for when you’re in the mood to be taken by Chris Evans and treated in the way you’d never been treated before, the way you deserve to be treated!

TEACHER

STEVE ROGERS

hot for teacher, by @daydream3r-xo - I recommend this for when you wanna be a part of a forbidden relationship with a man that wants to take all of your worries away - to an overwhelming degree, in fact.

VAMPIRE

BUCKY BARNES

memory, by yours truly - I recommend this for when you want some sweet exploration of a new kink with someone who can’t actually live it.

in the dark, by @dollslayer - I recommend this for when you want a taste of the supernatural (the supernatural being you), with a surprise twist in the end.

#My 2k challenge

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princess-of-the-worlds · 4 years

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tldr: As of this October, it has officially been one year since I first watched Torchwood and started reading fics. Although I didn’t start writing my own fics until March 2020, I have written...like a lot of fics in the past seven months. But I wanted to celebrate my favorite fics by other people. So here is Part 1 of probably several eventual fic rec posts. These are what I consider fandom staples.

To The Sticking Place by zephyras13

The end justifies the means. Failure is not an option. There is always a choice, except when there isn't. These are the phrases Ianto Jones lives by and he refuses to allow anyone, even Captain Jack Harkness, to change that. Jack/Ianto, AU, Torchwood One Agent!Ianto.

(janto & others | complete | mature | 96K)

Nik: I legitimately cannot explain why I love this fic so much other than the fact it is so great! It was one of the first fics I read, and I still adore it. It follows canon so well while making you feel very range of the emotion spectrum. The author’s take on Ianto is so complexly-written but still feels true to the canonical Ianto. Literally one of the first fics I’d rec to anyone new to fandom. A must read.

only fools fall by transjackianto

“Oh my god,” he gasps out when his laughter has died down to softer chuckles, “I am so glad I stuck around to hear that. Thank you Jack, I needed to laugh today. Now if you’ll excuse me,” he pushes back from the table for the third time but Jack stops him again with a hand over his own. It is a softer touch than before and that unnerves Ianto more than anything.

He looks up, terrified he’s going to see some kind of earnest emotion on Jack’s face. When he finds Jack looking instead like he swallowed a handful of pins he relaxes. He’s not sure he could handle finding out Jack had some kind of ridiculous unrequited crush on him.

“I know,” Jack groans, dropping Ianto’s hand and letting his head thunk against where his arms are crossed on the table, “I want to punch myself just for saying it, but I mean it Ianto. I need you to be my boyfriend.”

Aka, Ianto just wants to make it through his summer as a newly single sixth form graduate and eagerly await the end when his ex comes back from her summer trip and they can reunite.

His ex-friend Jack Harkness throws a wrench into the works.

(janto, lisaianto, & others | complete | mature | 182K)

Nik: Okay, so I’m a tiny bit biased with this one considering that the author is my friend whom I adore and also one of my favorite people in this fandom. And I...also betaed this entire fic. But take it from me! It’s so, so well-written and the shift from enemies to lover is so perfect. There is angst, oh so much angst, but it is worth it. Plus, it’s incredibly hot! And I know the author has eventual plans for a sequel, although no promises when it’s coming. Another must read!

Halfway Back by Sholio (@sholiofic)

Team Torchwood run a sanctuary for magical creatures, and this time they've got a basilisk on their hands.

(gen | complete | teen | 13K)

Nik: Okay, so literally anything by Sholio is perfect. They have an incredible grasp of the team dynamic that still blows my mind, and their fics have topnotch Owen-Ianto interactions. But I chose this fic because the premise felt like almost nothing I’d read in this fandom before. Plus, there is still the requisite amount of Owen angst in this. (Also check out The Cartography of Feeling, which is another personal favorite.)

Conversational Japanese, Plus Frogs by james

Tosh and Ianto have been taken prisoner. They cope.

(janto | complete | teen | 6K)

Nik: One of the older, shorter recs on this list but still a classic. A fascinating in-depth character study of Ianto and Tosh and their friendship in confined quarters that also explores the trauma that follows some of Torchwood’s misadventures. I don’t think I can say much else besides urging you to read it!

Sharkreef (Or, Why Torchwood Was Set in Cardiff and Not the Bermuda Triangle) by queenfanfiction

There is the story of a team who tried to save Earth from aliens. This is not that story.

(janto & many, many others | complete | teen | 2K)

Nik: Look, I know that some will actually despise that I included this rec, but this fic is ICONIC. It’s cracky, yes. Cracky crack. Very crack. But it’s also legitimately one of the strangest/whackiest/what-the-fuck fics I’ve ever read. It always startles a genuine laugh out of me. It has all of our favorite tropes...coupled with some lobsters. (Sidenote: This reminds me of John Mulaney/SNL’s Diner Lobster sketch, which I also encourage you to watch.)

Insignificant Other by parachutewoman

Ianto is tasked with telling Rhys that his newly wedded wife has ditched him to go to London with Jack on a “very important mission”. Refusing to have his day ruined, Rhys drags Ianto along to the Six Nations final and the two ‘other halves’ try to make sense of their place in the world and their partners’ lives.

(janto & gwenrhys | complete | mature | 6K)

Nik: Ianto-Rhys friendship content is something that is severely lacking in this fandom, which is a damn shame. You can see from COE that Rhys seems to genuinely care about Jack and Ianto, which I presume is from post-Exit Wounds bonding with his wife’s coworkers. And I know that the audiobook Ghost Train has a lot of good Ianto-Rhys bonding, although I just haven’t had the time to listen to it yet. Either way, this fic, and the other fics by this author, are very well-written and beautiful. This one, set circa S2, has just the right amount of angst mixed in as well as you watched Ianto go from reluctantly accompanying Rhys to actually enjoying himself. I definitely enjoyed this fic.

Beast Inside by Flamingbluepanda (@flamingbluepanda)

"Argue with anything else, but don’t argue with your own nature.” - Phillip Pullman

Inside us all, there is an animal that expresses our soul. How would the world change were those animals outside?

(janto & others | complete | mature | 26K)

Nik: Admittedly, this one is also a bit biased because the author is my friend and I am their loyal occasional beta, but I started reading it before I met the author. Although daemons do come from His Dark Materials, they have become a sort of AU on their own, and thus, you do not need to have read HDM to read this excellent fic. I definitely have not. There is angst, there is fluff, there is canon compliance. And there is Dai. Dai, Rhys’s corgi daemon, is probably not the one you would expect to steal the show, but he stole my heart. (I mean, Navi and Emma, Jack’s bear daemon and Ianto’s terrier daemon, adorable respectively...but Dai!) Expect to fall in love with Dai by ths end of this fic!

To Let by Amand_r

Ianto Jones is a good housemate.

(janto & lisaianto | complete | not rated | 12K)

Nik: Now this fic is a little bit different from the rest because it is not only second person POV but is also outside POV, which makes it slightly odd to read at first. But I can assure you, it is most definitely worth it. Ianto’s unnamed housemate makes for an interesting perspective into Ianto’s personal and domestic life as well as exploring his relationship with Jack. His housemate, of course, doesn’t remain one-sided, with loss and love and life of his own, but you can tell that his bond with Ianto is genuine. This fic provides a nice break from the explicit canon while still exploring familiar events.

Your Job Knows What It Is by ShastaFirecracker

Torchwood Three, 2045. Bram Hudson's just been recruited by Jack Harkness, it's xir first day of work, and orientation is being handled by some old man named Jones.

(janto | complete | gen | 9K)

Nik: Okay, I lied. This fic is outsider POV as well, but Bram is so well-written and complex even from the short while we have with xem. As an alternate to the previous fic, this one provides great, interesting exploration into a future, slightly different Torchwood while also serving as a COE fix-it fic. Older Ianto is just as badass as when he was younger, and the insights into his relationship with Jack are sweet and will leave you craving more.

Worrisome Heart by thepsychicclam

It's 1922. Ianto accidentally stumbles upon a speakeasy owned by Captain Jack Harkness. When Ianto becomes a bartender, he quickly learns how dangerous everything around him truly is, and more importantly, how dangerous Jack is. But the longer he knows Jack, the more he doesn't care.

(janto | complete | explicit | 42K)

Nik: This fic, this series in fact, is one of the only complete Historical AUs I have found in this fandom. Set in 1922 New York, it features all our beloved characters as completely human and sans Torchwood and aliens, which - of course - means that they can feel a bit OOC at first. Still, as you read on through this fic and its three sequels, you will realize just how well adopted the events and characterization from canon are. If you going in thinking of this as original work rather than fic, it might help you adjust to the differences. Quite well-written!

Intersecting Geodesics by NancyBrown

Stuck in a time with a Jack who hasn't met him yet, all Ianto wants is a way home.

(janto & jackjohn | complete | mature | 37K)

Nik: There are numerous “Ianto gets sent into the future by the Rift or an artifact and meets past!Jack” fics existing in this fandom, but this is one of my favorites. For one, it’s written by the incomparable author who has many, many excellent fics that I like. (Their smut is seriously topnotch, especially for some of your kinkier tastes if said tastes exist.) The distanced younger Jack provides just the right amount of angst, and his eventual fall for Ianto is built-up just enough to work believably. The resolution is satisfying enough, and the author has a few other fics in this series to keep you going!

For Captain and Cardiff by blackhemlock

"At midnight, a nationwide security alert was sent out... Torchwood London, demands all agencies' cooperation in issuing an arrest warrant for Ianto Merric Jones, 24, of Cardiff."

Torchwood Three's Archivist has gone rogue. But, he does have a very good reason, and he looks stunning in his new suit.

(janto & tenjack | complete | gen | 42K)

Nik: Admittedly, I will often be picky in my fics featuring the Tenth Doctor because of how he mistreated Jack, but this fic features a true-to-canon portrayal of Ianto and the Doctor that I adore. It does well in building up your expectations of Ianto and the Doctor’s encountering and then subverting it. There is also good room for Jack-Ianto angst, which only adds to my enjoyment of the fic. I don’t necessarily know how to explain it, but this fic also feels sleek and modern despite its timey-wimey elements.

What Dreams May Come by AVAAntares (@avaantares)

It's bad enough that a plague of alien parasites have fallen through the rift and are preying on Cardiff's citizens. It's worse that someone from Jack's past has come from the future to confront him on Earth. But when Jack himself is taken by the rift, Ianto and Gwen are forced to rely on the most unlikely of allies to keep Torchwood running without him.

Stranded in another century on a distant planet, Jack has only one hope of returning to Earth. But time travel with the Doctor has never been an exact science, and when he returns to Cardiff, things are not at all as he expects to find them...

(janto | complete | teen | 88K)

Nik: Honestly, I think one of my favorite parts of this fic may be the inclusion of an OC, Jamiya Thane, AKA Jack’s mother. I’m just a sucker for fandom’s takes on Jack’s canonical family and past as Javic Thane from Boeshane, and this plays into it well. It’s endearing to watch Jack’s found family, especially Ianto, interact with his mother. Also included is a rather brilliant time-travel mystery that will tug at your heartstrings on many levels. Excellent soft Jack-Ianto content in chapters and a creepy use of a one-off Doctor Who creature.

Ghost Story by Mad_Maudlin

I called out. "Would you like to hear a ghost story?"

For a moment Jack didn't move, and I knew he'd recognized my voice. After a moment he said, flatly, "I don't believe in ghosts."

"It's a complicated story," I admitted, and pulled the watch from my pocket by the chain. "And it starts with 'Long ago and far away.'"

(janto | complete | teen | 70K)

Nik: This fic! I passed this fic many times on my search for new fics to read, and the summary always threw me a bit, but when I decided to take a chance on it, I realized what I’d been missing out on. There’s so many fics in this fandom, and on this list, that take familiar tropes but twist them into something new, just like this fic. Without giving too much away, I can say that this fic features Time Lords, pocket watches, shifting POVs, and a COE fix-it, all packed with a brow-raising plot twist. It’s enough to make me forgive the first person POV, which I can usually not stand but actually works quite well for this fic! A fic worth reading at least once, if not many times. It feels so utterly unique!

Time Tracks by Cyborgtamaki (@cyborgtamaki) and thirteeninafez (@thirteeninafez)

It took him a second to realise what had happened; what had felt like hours while travelling through the rift shrunk itself in his head to a mere instant of searing gold. That’s when the flicker of the fire in front of him finally registered through his confused daze. In his haste to get away from the flames around him, he slipped and fell, scrambling back until he was a safe distance away from the smoke and the heat. It was only then that he took notice of the voices behind him. He turned towards the noise of a deep, northern voice spluttering and saying, confused and almost angry: “Who the hell are you?” The man rolled over onto his knees and stood up, looking around like he’d never seen a street before. “Jones.” He sounded uncertain but then spoke again with more confidence. “Ianto Jones.”

(janto & ninerose | complete | teen | 174K)

Nik: There’s many “Ianto travels with the Ninth Doctor and Rose” fics in this fandom, but this one is the longest, most recent, and one of the most excellent that I’ve read. The authors have written in-depth chapters of the Doctor Who Season 1 episodes we already know and adore as well as adding their own unique “episodes,” all of which are deeply enjoyable. There is excellent character interactions, specifically a wonderful Rose-Ianto friendship, and so much soft Jack-Ianto. The authors have, personally, promised several more installments coming by the end of the year or later, and they are sure to be worth the wait!

Club Wales by pocky_slash

In the wake of Jack's disappearance, Gwen finds comfort in a new friendship with Ianto. Gossip, bonding, and other hijinks of understanding ensue.

(gwenrhys & janto | complete | teen | 19K)

Nik: This author is single-handedly a Gwen-Ianto dynamic icon. Their grasp on Gwen and Ianto’s respective characterization is brilliant, and their friendship in this fic, and any fic the author writes, is well-fleshed out and believable enough for the moments we only really see on-screen briefly in the show. This fic, and overall series, serves as a compelling insight into how the team originally views Jack and how Gwen and Ianto grow closer. Gwen truly was one of Ianto’s big sister figures, which is excellently reflected in this fic. A must read!

Just this once by Beleriandings (@ultraviolet-eucatastrophe)

(Everybody lives.)

(Or: when a certain Doctor arrives to save Owen Harper from a stricken nuclear power station, it begins a chain of events that will lead Torchwood Three down a very different path. From time locks and telepathy to tea and coffee, high-speed chases to unresolved sibling issues, their new lives (and new and old loves) may be different, but their bonds of friendship and family grow stronger every day. But when every child on earth starts speaking with one voice, the team are torn apart again as they’re forced to fight for their lives, and to confront monsters they’d thought they’d left behind in the past. But with all of them working together – along with some allies they’ve made along the way – Torchwood Three will stop at nothing to save their friends and set the world to rights. The consequences will ripple out across the universe and into the distant future. But they have to start somewhere, and the present is as good a place as any.)

(janto & others | complete | teen | 239K)

Nik: Many fics are post-Exit Wounds and COE fix-its, at the same time, but dare I say that this one is the best? (Or one of the best at least.) The Tenth Doctor receives his own iconic “Everybody lives” moment, but that is only where this fic BEGINS. This beautiful monster, which I mean in the very best sense considering its length, traverses Exit Wounds, COE, and slightly Miracle Day and gives everyone a happy ending. In addition, the author, another friend of mine, I’ll be honest, manages to redeem and humanize Gray in a way I didn’t think possible, but I actually found myself liking him. This is definitely a must, must read, especially if you’re new to the fandom or just finished having your heart thrown out.

The Stars Might Stick You Where You Stand by methylethyl

Following the fall of Torchwood One, Jack Harkness went to ask Torchwood Three for a job. He didn’t expect to fall a little bit in love with its director, the practical and ever-calm Ianto Jones. He also probably didn’t expect that Ianto Jones would end up holding the answers to his most precious secret.

(janto | complete | explicit | 20K)

Nik: I’ll be honestly - I’m a sucker for role reversal AUs in any fandom, and this is one fic I see rarely mentioned or recced, which I think is a damn shame. It is definitely in my top five fics; I adore it so much. Jack is cast in the role of Ianto, gunning for a job at Torchwood Three after the fall of Canary Wharf. His “Lisa” is his desperate, life-long search for his brother Gray who was taken by Torchwood when they were both children. Ianto is, obviously, the immortal director of Torchwood Three, but what makes him even more compelling is the lack of direct reference to his AU past. We don’t know who this Ianto Jones was before he, like Jack, arrived in Cardiff in the 1800s, newly-immortal and ensnared into working for Torchwood. Instead, this fic, and series, focuses on a stretch of episodes from Season 1 intermingled with elements from Season 2, as well as subverting the expected team relationships. Jack and Ianto are believably different but still realistic in their characterization, and look, I adore this AU, which I’ve already said. A personal favorite and must read!

Cling to the Ways of My Name by engagemythrusters ( @iianto-jones)

If Ianto Jones thought his legacy would die out with him in Thames House, he was dead wrong.

(janto & gwenrhys | complete | teen | 37K)

Nik: Hopefully, you’ve already read this fic by now. If not, may I dare ask what you’ve been doing with your life? This is one of my favorite fics of all-time in this fandom, as well as my favorite kidfic ever. It’s so well-written and just so damn unique. I cannot capture in words what makes it so special, although I will try. Ioan Jones is the sweetest janto baby ever, and I love him with all my heart. Jack’s adventures raising Ioan are just so endearing, and later installments, which feature Ianto, serve to satisfy the domestic Jack-Ianto as parents craving you might not even have known you had. There’s just so many little details about this fic I love, including but not limited to - Jack’s found family in the Joneses, Ioan-Anwen friendship, and Ioan loving blue. A definite must read fic to give you the serotonin you need.

Waking Gods by toldthestars

Why are Ianto's dreams coming true? What's in the box with the symbol on it? Oh, and while we're at it, what's the meaning of the life?

(janto | complete | not rated | 7K)

Nik: This fic is another one with a completely unique premise in this fandom. In fact, there is only one other fic I’ve read that even gives me similar “vibes” for this fic. Here, Ianto suddenly finds himself gaining powerful, unexplainable abilities, essentially becoming a god, and oh my, this is excellent. Ianto is just trying to do good in the world, and the team’s growing fear and distrust of him and his power really sucker-punches you straight in the heart. It’s all so beautifully-written, with powerful imagery that left me awe-struck. The janto angst is oh-so-excellent. Reading this fic for the first time is an experience that I don’t believe can be replicated.

fool me once, fool me twice by princessoftheworlds (aka me)

When, after the events at the House of the Dead, the Rift spits Ianto out on an alien planet a thousand years later, so begins a goose chase that will take him across the universe and across time until he finds Jack again.

(janto & others | complete | explicit | 52K)

Nik: What kind of fic writer would I be if I created a list of fic recs for Torchwood and did not include one of my own? I consider this fic my masterpiece. The House of the Dead!Ianto get sucked through the Rift and spat out across time and space, turned into another fixed point, as he begins his search for Jack. I don’t know if I can say much else without it sounding like bragging, but it features - in no particular order - a happy ending for one, Ianto getting some badass adventures of his own, a sorta redemption arc for John Hart, numerous references to Big Finish, and too many spinoffs with more to come! Give it a shot, why don’t you?

#torchwood #torchwood fic recs #janto #jack harkness #ianto jones #gwen cooper #toshiko sato #owen harper #nik's fic recs #nik's torchwood fic recs #i'll figure out an actual tag later tbh #i wrote this all out in three hours #so i spent TIME on it #hope this doesn't flop lmao cause i could have and should have been studying #three upcoming midterms #and now i'm rambling

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mleighsquickspot · 3 years

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Good Day my friends, I hope you're all doing very well. Much Love to all those heading back to school. Be safe and well out there. Do me a favor my Lovelies, check me out on my other social media accounts. You can use the link below to do so. I could really use some more interaction on my Patreon page, even a follow, likes and comments are greatly appreciated 😊. I do hope you all are enjoying my "Meme" stories, I really enjoy making them and remember they are my true stories. Also, I want to thank you all so much for helping me reach 2K Followers, all this week the pieces will be in celebration of this. I hope we can all keep growing together :) .

Anyway, let's get on with my thoughts on what I asked you all last week...

Tuesday, so Disney is possibly being sued by 3 actresses at the moment. Emily Blunt, Emma Stone and Scarlett Johansson. Me personally I think it's a goofy move on their parts. They are I guess feeling jipped out of money due to their recent films being put out in theaters and on streaming platforms. Yet, by their contracts they have been paid for their acting. I can understand that maybe there should have been a bigger gap between theater and streaming releases but come on ladies. Plus I really feel that actors right now have to take world conditions into account as well. All I can think is that once its all said an done Disney won't easily be working with any of these ladies again.

Thursday, I really think the world is still in a very precarious state at the moment. Folks protesting about kids having to still wear masks. The customer service industry so understaffed but are all having to deal with super entitled people and these people being shocked when they get as good as they give back etc... Over all I still think people more and more really just need to leave each other alone. Things are getting worse not better and small interactions are exploding into life and death events. This is getting crazy and it's most likely not going to change any time soon.

Sunday, TPQ's 41 - 45...

41. I do think there are times when giving up does make sense. It depends on the situation as well as the amount of effort one has placed in doing or trying to make something work. Its like once you've expended every option and there's nothing more that can be done, then there is no shame in letting go.

42. What makes me proud is knowing when I've done my best on something whether if it's for myself or another person.

43. Finding the strength to do what you know in your heart is right I think differs for everyone. For me, since I'm an analyzer I just try to think of every option and outcome of a situation that I can and do my best with the info that I have at hand.

44. I find peace in laughing. I'd rather laugh than cry over situations. To laugh frees my mind for a time and allows me to be in the moment. I also find peace in my art, and have much of the same experience.

45. I work hard and enjoy every moment when I know that the end result will bring a smile to either my own or others faces. One example is when I played my part in setting up a Christmas party as a school group project. Seeing the smiles on the party goers faces made my efforts worth it.

Let me know what you think and pass the thought along my friend's 💗.

Stay well and safe Inter World 💗.

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officialthiamlibrary · 4 years

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Holiday Fic Round Up

All of this year's holiday stories, put together for your convenience.

I hope you had a nice Christmas and a good start to 2020!

🎄 The Christmas Chalet by @xsophie2x

Liam loves his job as a photographer and Christmas, but a recent break-up makes his life a little harder than it needs to be. When his boss has a new job for him in a small town, he hesitates whether he should go. Mason convinces him to go, being the good friend and roommate he is, and they turn it into a Christmas celebration while Liam does his job.

When they get to their booked Christmas chalet, though, they don't expect it to find double-booked, the other renting done by Theo, a single writer with one published book. And of course, all of the other Christmas chalets are already booked too.

[NR / 14.9k / wip]

🎄 Not Asking For A Miracle by @imthehotgirl

When Liam convinces Theo to pretend to be his boyfriend for the holidays he's not quite prepared for everything that follows.

[TeenUp / 8.2k / complete]

🎄 A Very Passive Aggressive Christmas by @bookwyrm07

Derek throws an Ugly Sweater party with Secret Santa for the whole pack.

[TeenUp / 1.6k / complete]

🎄 Ornaments by @emmas-scribbles

Since it's Theo's first Christmas spent with the Dunbar-Geyer family, he has a lot of questions, so Liam explains the importance of the traditions, a lot of which end up being about the ornaments. In the end, he gets an idea that may just push them over the edge of what Liam needs them to be, and he can't wait to see it.

[TeenUp / 4.5k / complete]

🎄 I'll be home for Christmas by @xsophie2x

Liam planned a Christmas dinner. This is not how it was supposed to go, but Theo got delayed going home.

[NR / 2k / complete]

🎄 A Very Thiam Christmas by @hormmm

Christmas. A holiday that Theodore Raeken was supposed to once again spend on his own, mourning the death of his sister. But fate had other plans.

Instead, a certain blue eyed beta cornered him in the school library and begged him to be his fake boyfriend for the yearly family Christmas dinner and hey— at least Theo’s getting money out of this. What could go wrong?

A lot, apparently.

But, a lot also turned out pretty good.

[NR / 4.6k / complete]

🎄 12 Days Of Thiam (series) by @flyrobin

12 days of Christmas challenge.

[TeenUp / 16.5k / complete]

🎄 See The Lights by @li0nh34rt

“Liam seriously, I’m gonna strangle you!”

“Okay, but please use the Christmas lights, to keep it festive, you know?”

[TeenUp / 1.6k / complete]

🎄 Christmas Spirit by @li0nh34rt

I'm driving home for Christmas

Driving home for Christmas

With a thousand memories

[TeenUp / 1.6k / complete]

🎆 09:09pm by @emmas-scribbles

If nothing changed in those sixty-three hours, what would you even be able to do to change them yourself?

[TeenUp / 1k /complete]

🎆 And A Happy New Year by @tabbytabbytabby

Theo and Liam get snowed in together on New Year's Eve.

[TeenUp / 395 / complete]

#thiam #thiam fanfic #rec list #Christmas #New Years Eve #officialthiamlibrary #mod: janna

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2K CELEBRATION ♡

@allidoistry asked: all too well or maroon

#taylor swift #ts #tsedit #tswiftedit #maroon #all too well #midnights #red #maroon lyrics #all too well lyrics #tsuserlizzie #edited by me #mine #can't choose they're both perfect songs #emma's 2k followers celebration

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lord-of-shadows · 5 years

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A New Life (Kitty Reunion Ch. 3)

chapter 3 is here! check it out on AO3 or read under the cut. this one takes place three years later, and it mainly revolves around kit’s love for cordelia and some wholesome family moments :) words: ~2k. read ch. 1 and ch. 2. enjoy!!

CHAPTER THREE

The cold wind was blowing in Kit’s face as he held Cordelia in his arms, walking up the familiar path to their quaint home at the top of the hill.

He and Cordelia had just gotten back from Kit’s friend’s house, who also had a little sister two years older than Cordelia, but Kit deemed Cordelia (who was two) old enough to play with her. Kit met Trisha the summer after his sister was born when he was out on an emergency store run late at night (Tessa had run out of diapers for Cordelia, and unlike Magnus, she refused to magically steal more). As he exited the gas station, Kit noticed a night-clad figure following the mundane girl, and he instantly glamoured himself. Before the mysterious man could make a move on the girl, Kit had knocked him out—he admitted, he may have used too much force for a mundane, but it had been so long since he last experienced fighting crime; he had a love-hate relationship with how it always sent a feeling of adrenaline and exhilaration through his bones. The girl thanked him, but true to Devon’s residents, she immediately began to question him as to why she has never seen him before (everyone knew each other and their dog in this town). Then, after realizing that Kit was new and didn’t know that many people, she invited him to hang out with her friends that weekend, which Kit, at first, did not know how to react, but Jem and Tessa encouraged him to make new friends, and so he did, and after that, he became close friends with the other Devon residents around his age.

Kit realized that despite knowing a lot about his new friends, they didn’t know much about him, except the little story he curated: He was from America—Los Angeles, to be in fact (to which they always ask him about Hollywood and celebrities), and his parents had died in a car crash a few years ago (true that his parents died, but he couldn’t necessarily tell them it was because of faeries and demons), and so his British aunt and uncle adopted him (this was believable, since Tessa and Jem did have London accents, and they didn’t legally adopt Kit, but it was close enough), and now they ended up here, in the small town of Devon.

They always extended their condolences, but Kit found that the memory of his father didn’t hurt as much like before, and even though Tessa and Jem told him the truth about his mother, he used his grief to fuel his training, although he still couldn’t access that electric white light he unleashed while fighting the Riders of Mannan. The power had vanished as quickly as it appeared, and no matter the amount of training he did with Tessa or sometimes even Magnus, he couldn’t unlock it again.

Hopefully, he never had to. Though he was loathed to admit, it was pretty cool.

Cordelia was playing with his sleeve, babbling excitement about the Christmas lights Trisha’s family had already strung up on their house; even though Christmas was a mundane holiday, Tessa and Jem thought it would be a nice family tradition for them to partake in the gift-giving and spirit of it, and Kit recalled that Tessa had told him to return home early since they were planning to set up their decorations that day. It wasn’t like Kit could forget, with Cordelia mentioning it every two seconds.

Cordelia’s happiness filled Kit with child-like joy—he never did celebrate Christmas, his father deeming it a waste of time and believing there was no such thing as the spirit of Christmas since everyone in the Shadow Market was miserable anyway, but he was glad that Tessa and Jem found the holiday worthwhile. He wanted the best childhood for Cordelia, different than the one he had so that when she looked back as an adult, she would be filled with memories of fondness and love, not loneliness and death.

He entered the house, drawing an Open rune on the door, feeling the wards opening and closing all around him—and was met with Jem leaning against the counter and Tessa sitting on the couch, hunched over with a pen in her hand, small frowns on their faces, stress evident in their postures.

“I know Christmas decorating is no easy feat,” Kit said, a furrow between his eyebrows as he set down Cordelia on the floor, who proceeded to run straight to Jem. “But why the tense shoulders?”

Jem bent down to pick her up, the stress alleviating slightly, and let out a long sigh before sitting next to Tessa on the couch, and as Kit got closer, he realized she seemed to be focused on writing a letter to someone.

“Here,” Jem said, picking up a folded paper from the coffee table, handing it to Kit. “Read this.”

Kit sat in the armchair across from him, opened the letter, and began to read:

To Tessa Gray,

I apologize for reaching out to you on such short notice, but there has been strange activity concerning dark magic occurring around the ley lines here in Los Angeles. When Emma and Julian were on patrol yesterday, they noticed that a blight similar to the one a few years ago was taking over the land once again, but this time, it seemed to be spreading at a much faster rate than before. We have contacted the Unseelie King, and he claims it is affecting the Faerie lands as well. He tried to contact the Seelie Queen, but no response has yet been obtained. We contacted Magnus; there does not seem to be a warlock sickness again, but he says that a similar blight is appearing in New York too. We request your help immediately in investigating this issue, as we are not sure how much time we have left. We await your arrival.

Aline Penhallow, Head of Los Angeles Institute

“It’s happening again?" Kit said incredulously, glancing at Tessa. She was finished with her letter, folding it neatly before releasing it, the embers floating away with the unseen wind.

She nodded. “I have my suspicions on what may have occurred,” she said, her hand reaching up unconsciously to rub the sleeplessness from her eyes, “But it will be beneficial if I could see it myself.” She turned to Jem, who was looking at her with worried eyes. “The letter I sent was to Catarina Loss, to see if she has any insight on this occurrence, as she is more knowledgeable with this type of magic. I know she is teaching at the Scholomance though so she may not be able to help.”

At the mention of the Scholomance, Kit tensed, but Tessa and Jem did not seem to notice, caught in their own wordless conversation. He wondered if this is how he seemed like with Ty in the past.

Enough. It’s been three years, and yet, he still couldn’t stop thinking of him.

Dark magic, Aline had said in her letter. Kit shivered, his memory going back to that night in Alicante. He finally did tell the truth to Jem and Tessa about why he ran away but never told them what exactly he and Ty were doing—he knew there was no way they knew what happened, but sometimes, he felt that Tessa could easily see past through his lies.

Jem looked at him, concern still written on his face. “Christopher, Tessa and I have decided to leave to the Los Angeles Institute tomorrow. But don’t worry,” He added, seeing the panicked expression on Kit’s face, “We will not force you to come with us. The problem is we are not sure how long we will be gone so we will be bringing Cordelia. Helen and Aline can take care of her while we are away.” Kit knew Helen and Aline had adopted a faerie girl around Cordelia’s age from the excessive amount of photos Dru and Emma sent him—Nene, Kit believed they named her, after Helen and Mark’s faerie aunt—and something in the back of his mind thought it was a good idea for Cordelia to be around more kids her age, but Kit felt fear rise in him from being separated from his little sister. He could hear Tessa saying that it was okay if he wanted to stay since they trusted him well enough, and if anything did happen, he had the ability to summon them immediately with the little trinket they had given him.

“Also,” He heard Jem say quietly, “Tiberius will not be returning from the Scholomance until a few days before Christmas. I assure you, we will be back home by then.”

“I’ll go,” Kit decided, straightening in his chair. He could bear seeing Dru and Emma; besides, Emma made sure to visit them each May for Cordelia’s birthday, so it wouldn’t be much of a problem. Dru would be another hurdle, but Kit was sure he could handle it since they often texted each other and talked on the phone. But Ty? That was a whole other story—he hadn’t seen or communicated with the other boy in years. And yet, the thought of him still makes your heart race. Kit inhaled. He wasn’t sure what would happen if he saw the other boy again.

And he didn’t know if he wanted to find out.

“Great!” Tessa said, clapping her hands together. “Then it’s settled. We will leave tomorrow night so we can arrive in Los Angeles by the afternoon.” Right. Kit almost forgot about the ten-hour time zone difference. It was a pain when texting Emma and Dru. “I will go ahead and pack Cordelia’s things. You best get packing as well, Kit.”

“But Christmas lights?” Cordelia asked, thumb in her mouth, words sounding more like babbles, but Tessa managed to understand her anyway.

“How could I forget?” Tessa feigned shock. “How about you and Papa go set them up, and Kit and I will join you later?”

“Yay!” Cordelia cheered, crawling out of Jem’s embrace and grabbing his hand, Jem shooting Tessa a helpless—and panicked—smile before being whisked away outside.

Kit laughed silently, but his mind wasn’t paying attention to his sister’s antics, as it was currently consumed by thoughts of Los Angeles—he was going to be in the Institute’s winding halls again, going to witness the loud breakfasts and vibrant beaches and laugh with the others again—

Except Ty wasn’t going to be there, his mind added. He should feel grateful, and he was, but he could feel disappointment creep up in him, and he knew he couldn’t deny the truth, that he wanted to see Ty again.

Kit felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to find that Tessa had moved over to him, a caring look on her face as if she had a motherly instinct that something was wrong. Kit let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Christopher,” Tessa said gently, using his real name, one that she only reserved for when she was being serious with him. “I know this will be difficult to face. But trust me, they will be excited to see you again. You are missed.” She cupped his cheek, and Kit leaned into it, a warmth rushing over him—an extremely young memory of his own mother doing this to him flashed in his mind, of her holding Kit close and singing softly when he couldn’t sleep. His head hurt. “If at any point you feel overwhelmed, let me know, and I will send you back home.” Kit nodded. Suddenly, they heard a crashing noise—Tessa’s eyes widened as she pulled back, her fingers sparkling—before Jem opened the door, calling in the midst of Cordelia’s hysterical laughter: “Everything is okay! Just got—” Sounds of struggle could be heard. “Just got tangled in some lights—” The door shut abruptly, and Kit and Tessa looked at each other before bursting into laughter.

Her hand covered her mouth, and Kit’s cheeks began to hurt. “Oh, by the Angel. Forget packing. Go help Jem and Cordelia instead. It seems as if Christmas decorations are too much those poor souls.” Kit could hear Tessa mumble as she walked away, a smile evident in her voice, “Whatever will I do with them…”

He held back a laugh, shaking his head as he got up, pushing back thoughts of Los Angeles. He’ll worry about that when the time comes tomorrow. Right now, it seemed like there was trouble right in their front yard, chorused by Jem’s playful yells and Cordelia’s bubbly laughter. With a grin on his face, he joined the chaos outside.

#kit and ty #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #kitty #fanfiction #qoaad #qoaad spoilers #queen of air and darkness #the dark artifices #tda #the wicked powers #twp #kit x ty #tsc #fluff and angst #a new life #reunion #sorry for posting this late tumblr was being weird

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shireness-says · 6 years

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Scurvy and Milestones

Summary: Growing up is hard. Doing so surrounded by a bunch of pirates who won't stop to think before they speak doesn't make things any easier. ~2K. Also on AO3.

A/N: It’s my birthday, so here’s a party favor for you all. That’s how this works, right?

I really enjoy writing Tiny Henry, so here’s a little follow-up to Killian Jones and the Lost Boy. There might be a few more of these if all goes well.

Many thanks to @awkwardnessandbaseball, who keeps reading through these and telling me they’re adorable. You’re a delight, babe.

Rated T for mild swearing. Enjoy!

Killian Jones is proud to captain the most loyal crew on the seven seas. It’s not every day that an entire ship full of sailors willingly give up their way of life, all because the captain decided to move his life in a different direction. But that’s what had happened when Killian gave up piracy to stay on the straight and narrow for Henry, the little boy who had stolen all their hearts, and most days, he couldn’t be more thankful. However, other days he just wants to screech about how boneheaded they all are.

Today is one of the latter.

It hadn’t started out that way, but then again, they never do. Things are actually good; it’s been almost a year since the change-over, and while he and Emma still aren’t married, Henry is happy as a clam and growing like a weed, and the new import and trade business he’s engaging in has proved profitable and welcomed by the locals. They’d actually just gotten back from one of their trips two days prior, laden down with all manner of fabrics to trade - something the townspeople have proven especially excited about. Yesterday had been dedicated to downtime and family, joyfully letting Henry recount every single moment of the past two weeks, but it’s back to the grindstone now, focusing on the various repairs, maintenance, and upkeep that needs to be done to keep any ship in prime condition.

They’re actually winding down for the day - there’s a few more extensive, but still minor repairs that need to be executed in the hold, but everything has been put back in its proper place and set to order, the ropes neatly coiled, the cargo hold emptied and scrubbed. He’s just about to suggest that they all swing by the Red Wolf or Rabbit Hole when he spots Emma striding down the docks carrying Henry with a terrifying look on her face. Killian’s a smart man; he knows well enough that her scowl means he won’t be dropping by the tavern anytime soon.

As she strides up the gangplank, he starts to be able to hear Henry’s cries, and his wariness turns to dread in a heartbeat. Gods, it’s only been hours since he last saw the boy, but Henry’s at that age where he’s into absolutely everything and attracted to trouble like metal to a magnet - anything might have happened.

“What’s happened, love?” he asks Emma urgently, tone and eyebrows alike relaying his frantic concern.

“What’s happened,” she replies, barely tempering her furious look to carefully shift Henry into his arms, “is Whale is a damn idiot, and I might run him through myself.”

It’s a non-sequitur, to say the least, but Killian is too concerned about Henry for the moment to concern himself with whatever his ship’s doctor might have done now.

“What’s the matter, lad?” he asks as gently as he can muster through the worry. “Are you hurt?”

Henry nods, the tears suddenly coming back in a rush. Oh, this is bad, this must be very bad if Henry’s in such a state. Out of the corner of his eye, he can spot Emma fixing Whale with a death glare, the man having wandered closer at the sound of his name and currently blanching in the face of her fury. At any other time, it’d be wildly amusing, but Killian is too concerned to give the spectacle more than a passing thought.

“Well what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

“I’m dying!” Henry bursts out suddenly, trying to burrow his little body into Killian’s chest like he can hide from the words. Killian, in the meantime, is thoroughly confused. The only information he’s received is that Henry is apparently dying, and Whale is an idiot in this regard. He just can’t see what the connecting information is yet, and Emma’s too far gone in her own frustration and anger to provide what that is.

“Why do you think you’re dying, Henry?” he asks. It seems the best way to get to the bottom of… whatever this is.

The lad tearfully opens his hand to reveal a tiny object that it takes Killian a moment to realize is a tooth.

“You lost a tooth, Little Mate?”

And that’s enough to send Henry into another fit of tears. “I didn’t eat my orange!” he sobs, which does not illuminate the subject in the way he seems to think it does. It must mean something to Whale, however, as he starts trying to back away before Emma stops him with a dirty look. They’ll deal with whatever he’s done later, after Killian finally gets to the bottom of this mess.

“I don’t understand, Little Mate. Why does losing your tooth mean you’re going to die, and where does the orange tie in?”

“Because Whale said if I didn’t eat my fruits and sauerkraut, my teeth would all fall out and I’d die of scurvy!”

Oh.

It suddenly all makes sense, and Killian could just throttle the man if not for the fact that he can’t afford to lose his ship’s doctor, and Henry would probably be even more traumatized. Emma’s practically seething, about to attack, a feeling Killian strongly shares. But the boy is still here, ensconced in his arms, and this isn’t the time or place to confront the imbecile Killian calls his surgeon. That will have to wait until later. It’s with no small effort that he forces himself to remain calm and smile down at Henry instead of outright exploding.

“You’re going to be just fine Henry. I lost all my baby teeth when I was around your age, and they grew back just fine. I know yours will too. Isn’t that right, Whale?” The last word is practically hissed at the man in his barely suppressed anger.

A visibly nervous Whale frantically nods before responding. “That’s exactly right, Henry, nothing to worry about, this is entirely normal.”

As Henry looks up at Killian with questioning eyes - gods, it still gets him, the way this little boy views him as the ultimate authority on everything, looks to him for confirmation and reassurance - he does his best to put on a comforting smile. “See, lad? Nothing to worry about. Dr. Whale says it’s completely normal.” After receiving an accepting nod from Henry, he spends another couple of minutes soothing the lad and drying tears before shifting to set the boy back on his feet.

“In fact,” he continues, smiling all the while, “this is very exciting! Look at you, you’re such a big boy now. I think this calls for a celebration, don’t you, Uncle Will?”

Henry perks up at the mention of a celebration, and Scarlet is smart enough to take the hint: distract Henry, and Killian will deal with whatever idiocy Whale has been spouting.

“Well of course!” Scarlet adds in. “In fact, I think this might warrant a trip down to the bakery. What do you say, Little Mate, want to go see about some pastries?”

“Mama too?”

In truth, Emma had been looking more like her afternoon plans included giving Whale a piece of her mind, and maybe a smack in the face, but she visibly softens when Henry asks his question. It’s only recently that he’s switched from calling her “Emma” to “Mama”, and Killian can just see her melt each and every time. “Of course I’ll come with, Henry, unless you want to have your outing with just Uncle Will?”

Henry shakes his head forcefully, prompting a smile form Killian. “No, you come too, Mama.”

Emma smiles, that soft smile she reserves just for the lad, and with one more look at Whale that could flay flesh from bone (and an only slightly less terrifying look at Killian that he takes to mean “You had better fix this”), the little party is off, Henry holding one each of Emma and Scarlet’s hands and chattering away about his favorite pastries, once again the enthusiastic little boy they all know and love.

Killian takes another moment to watch the small party make their way down the docks before rounding to face Whale. There’s a small amount of gratification to see how the man’s nervousness hasn’t gotten any better, and that the rest of the crew is viewing him with similarly angry and incredulous expressions.

“Would you please explain to me, Dr. Whale, why the hell you’d tell a child something like that?” he demands, finally letting the fury creep into his voice. Henry is his son, and it’s Whale’s fault that Henry was sent into near hysterics, thinking he was going to die because of some stupid, misguided comment that obviously sunk in much further than anticipated.

“Would it help if I told you there was a good reason, at the time?” Whale offers in a hesitant voice, and no, it really does not. Killian levels the other man with a look he hopes conveys exactly how unhelpful that statement is.

“Look, it was that first month he was with us, and he was being picky about his food, so I just said it to get him to eat his portion, alright?” the doctor says defensively. “I didn’t realize he’d take it to heart so much! Or, you know, not realize he’d lose his teeth naturally.”

“He was a four year old kid, you idiot. What did you expect?”

Whale just shrugs, which is about par for the course. The man may be a brilliant doctor who managed to keep an entire ship of pirates patched up, and a decent worker in the meantime, but he’s severely lacking in common sense and still unsure about how to interact with small children. This incident only deepens Killian’s resolve that, if he and Emma eventually have other children, they absolutely must be kept from spending time alone with Victor Whale for fear of the kind of ridiculousness he might put in their heads or scar them with. He probably ought to mention that to Will and Belle as well, come to think of it.

There’s definitely a part of Killian - the piece of himself that’s devoted to being a fiercely protective parent - that wants to inflict bodily harm on Whale for scaring his son like this. A punch to the face would be awfully satisfying, and it’s tempting. But Killian resolved to be a better man when he gave up the pirate life almost a year ago, and overreacting violently is part and parcel of the way of living he’s made an effort to walk away from. That doesn’t mean he can’t make Whale pay, and in this case, there’s no reason it can’t be literally.

Killian allows himself one more moment of unchecked fury towards the idiot before letting it out on a heavy sigh and jerking his head towards the gangplank. “Come on, you bloody imbecile, let’s go.”

Whale looks shocked. “You’re not going to, I don’t know, make me walk the plank or scrape barnacles or something?” he asks confusedly, hurrying to add “Not that I’m complaining…”

Killian smirks. “Oh no, I think a different sort of payment should suffice. Since Henry’s lost a tooth, he’s owed a gift at his bedside in the morning from the fairies. And you’re going to pay for it.” The steely glint in his eye expresses an unstated last clause: it won’t be anything cheap either.

Whale must hear the message loud and clear, because he sighs resignedly, shoulders slumping, and leads the way down the gangplank.

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Henry never again worries about losing his teeth again, but that may have something to do with the intricately carved wooden ship, just like Papa’s, that he receives from the tooth fairy that first time. Two weeks later, when the second one pops out, it’s back to the toy store for Whale - a course that will become very familiar to the doctor in the coming months and years.

And if Killian and Emma try to limit Henry’s time with Whale in the future, well, it’s not entirely unwarranted.

#my writing #Killian Jones and the Lost Boy #Scurvy and Milestones #whale is an idiot #and henry is adorable #papa!killian #tiny!henry #cs ff #captain swan #ouat

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literaetures · 6 years

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💌 + I am pretty sure I passed all of my classes this semester and I did quite well in most of them, including one that I did quite badly last year! 🌼 + emma woodhouse, catherine morland, helen graham

yay! isn’t it so relieving to finish off your classes with a feeling of more than a survival of the term? i’m sure you’re going to have the most amazing grades. i believe in you!

you’ve got emma!

your blog feels very soft but exciting, your tags and commentary always seem so assured. you know your thoughts and feelings very well and very intimately, and you can carefully craft such amazing things! i know you prefer emma, but i think your blog feels very elinor dashwood (sense and sensibility)!

luna’s 2k follower celebration

#messages #dearemma #luna's 2k celebration #is it sacrilege to say elinor and not emma?#i hope not fjwakjnfejk

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ofshipsandswans · 7 years

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The image of you, always with me (1/1)

Two fics in two days? What sorcery is this? Alright lads, this one is for @acaptainswaneternity who is celebrating her birthday! Monica requested a canon divergence where Emma overheard the conversation between Tink and Hook. I tried my best and I really very much hope you like it. <3

Shout out to the wonderful @swanandapirate for giving me the title, trudging through this mess and making it a bit more easy for you, dear tumblr users and readers of fic. You are the absolute best.

Word count: 2k (because one-shot ahoy!)

And what-up this is my first fic on Ao3!

Emma picked at her fries, her appetite poor ever since they returned from Neverland, unable to shake the feeling that something would still go wrong. She glanced up at her companion, his small hopeful smile making her feel even worse.

She shouldn’t have accepted his offer because he was looking at her like that, an expectant look in his eyes and she didn’t know where they stood after everything.

Neal shook his head, chuckling wryly. “This is really awkward, I know.”

“Neal…” Emma protested but he held up a hand, cutting her off.

“I can see it on your face, Ems. You don’t want to be here.”

“I’m really sorry. I just– I can’t…” she stuttered, trying to find the words.

He shook his head again, setting his cup down and reaching across the table to squeeze her fingers. “It’s okay,” he whispered and Emma felt her shoulders sagging in relief.

She would have tried to make this work for Henry but Neal would still be here for their son. She had accepted long ago that rekindling what they once had would be easier said than done.

She stood to leave the booth. “I’m just gonna head to the restroom,” she told him, pointedly ignoring her parents’ disappointed looks.

Emma sighed, splashing cold water on her face and gazing at her reflection. She knew her parents had expected her to patch things up with Neal but they didn’t know the whole truth and they’d already accepted him into the family. She wasn’t sure how they would take it if they found out. She couldn’t risk it. For Henry’s sake.

Emma paused, quickly turning off the faucet as she heard voices on the other side of the door. It was open, just a crack, as if someone was leaning against it. She recognised the voices.

“…is, are you?”

Hook.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

And…Tink? Emma frowned, quietly shuffling over. She shouldn’t be eavesdropping. She should just leave quickly, hoping they didn’t see her.

“Well, I know that Storybrooke can be a disorienting place if you’re not used to it. Perhaps, a drink to help settle you in.”

Emma suppressed a giggle, remembering their conversation in Neverland.

Is rum your solution to everything? It certainly doesn’t hurt. Emma smiled, combing her fingers through her hair. Typical Hook. She was about to leave but paused once again when she heard her name.

“We both know you want more than a drink. You want me to help take your mind of Emma.”

Emma felt her stomach twist at Tinker Bell’s words, holding her breath for Hook’s reply.

“Emma? Who’s Emma? I only see you.”

She frowned, heart clenching inexplicably at his words. Of-fucking-course. All his talk of good form and helping her get Henry back and when I win your heart…

Emma scoffed, trying to quash down the hurt she felt at Hook’s response. She pushed the door open, making the pair move to avoid getting hit. She saw Hook’s mouth drop open, eyes wide as he took her in.

“Swan…” he stammered, but Emma ignored him, shoving past and trying not to act like a sulking teenager as she walked back to the diner.

She didn’t get very far as he caught her arm in his hook, twisting her around.

“Emma, wait.”

She huffed, pulling her arm away. “What?” she snapped, mouth set in a tight line.

He opened his mouth to argue, or apologise, and Tink hovered somewhere behind him, looking for all the world like she was trying to mould herself into the wallpaper.

A loud scream ripped them out of further confrontation, Emma quashing down anything she felt towards Hook–which was mostly anger now–and being grateful for the opportunity to run. She turned on her heel, full saviour mode on and ran out of the diner, Hook and Tink behind her.

Her parents were already there, eyes scanning the skies as a dark blur zipped past.

No.

“Is that…?” Emma asked, shielding her eyes from the sun.

“Aye.”

Another scream.

They ran in the direction of the church, just in time to see the shadow ripping through Blue, the fairy’s lifeless body dropping to the ground.

Fucking Pan.

Emma understood that Pan needed more than just some simple mind games to quench his sadistic tendencies, but pulling a body swap with Henry and stealing a curse?

They should never have underestimated him.

Emma cursed, wanting desperately to punch something. She knew it had been too easy, trapping Pan in Pandora’s Box. He was always one step ahead, and he’d cost Storybrooke so much.

Emma watched as Mary Margaret comforted Belle, whispering soothing words into her ear and rubbing her back. Emma didn’t feel much for Gold but Belle didn’t deserve any of this.

She couldn’t imagine what it would have been like had Pan succeeded in casting the curse. Neal wasn’t anywhere to be seen; he never could handle his emotions.

That was one thing they had in common, she supposed.

“Is this seat taken?”

Speaking of emotions…

Emma shook her head, pursing her lips and keeping her eyes on the drink on the counter-top.

“I thought you’d be happy,” she blurted out, picking at a spare thread on her sweater.

“Why’s that, Swan?” he asked, pulling out his flask.

“Your arch-enemy defeated, your revenge completed, your budding relationship with Tink…” she said, counting on her fingers, letting the words hang in the air.

Hook didn’t reply, choosing instead to fiddle with the cork. She waited, knowing what was coming.

“Emma, about earlier…” he started and she sent him a sharp look.

“What? You’re gonna tell me that I took it all out of context, that I overreacted?”

He shook his head, eyes desperate. “No!” he exclaimed loudly, lowering his voice when he realised that everyone was looking at him. “No. I just wanted to apologise.”

“For what? You can do whatever you like with whoever you like. This–” She gestured between them. “–was a one-time thing.” Even to her own ears, it sounded hollow and she knew Hook didn’t buy it.

His features hardened, jaw clenching as his eyes flicked over her face. “You don’t truly believe that, do you?”

She chose not to answer, finishing her drink and standing up. Emma shrugged on her jacket, checking for her wallet and phone.

“Do you remember what I promised you back in Neverland?”

Emma pocketed her phone, running a hand through her hair. “You promised a lot. And nothing at all.” She didn’t mean for the words to come out as harshly as they did, and she expected him to snap at her. A small part of her desired it, if only so she could just throw his words back at him; a small part would rather feel anger than this stupid confusion in her heart.

It used to be so easy.

When did that change?

She knew, of course. Knew deep down exactly when.

“That if we become anything more, anything beyond passing acquaintances and reluctant accomplices, it won’t be because of any trickery. It’ll be because you want it. Answer me honestly, Emma. Do you want this?” He had stood up too, leaning into her space but giving her enough room to run if she chose.

She stood her ground but as the seconds passed, the fight drained out of her. “I don’t know.” It was the truth. She lied when she said there was nothing between them. There had been ever since the Beanstalk. But she wasn’t ready to take it further, not yet.

He stepped back, head lowered. “Okay.” He nodded, finding her eyes again. “But I’m a patient man, Emma. When you have your answer, you know where to find me.”

With that, he turned on his heel and left the diner, leaving Emma staring after him, wondering what just happened.

David came up to her and she recognised that look, speaking quickly to divert him.

“How is she?” she nodded at Belle.

“I don’t know. Gold was…well, a lot of things. But at the end of the day, he was still the man she loved. I can’t imagine what she’s going through right now.”

“Yeah,” Emma sighed.

“Did I see Hook leaving just now?”

“David…” Emma warned.

“Look, I know I’m not Hook’s biggest fan-”

Emma raised an eyebrow, “-really?” she drawled.

“-but he did help us a lot.” He paused, looking over to where Regina was sitting with Henry, flicking through the storybook. Emma followed his gaze. “This town is a place for second chances. I think it’s only fair Hook gets one too. Don’t you?”

“A second ago, you were pushing me towards Neal. What, were you a matchmaker in another life?” Emma teased, trying to lighten the mood. She understood what David was saying, and he was right.

Ever since Hook had turned his ship around and everything he’d done afterwards had proved himself. He’d laid his heart bare in the Echo Caves, risking it for a friend, risking his life to help her.

David laughed at her comment, hugging her by the shoulders. “Who knows? But I’m your father first and foremost. And I want you to be happy.”

“And you think Hook would make me happy?” she asked, feeling like a little girl, desperately needing her parents help and advice.

“I think you should go and find out,” he punctuated his words by nudging her towards the door, nodding in encouragement.

She walked towards to docks, letting the cool air clear her head. David had given her a lot to think about but she paused at the gangplank looking for any signs of life. A small lantern glowed in the dark and she stepped on board.

“Hook?” she called out.

He was settled on the deck, legs outstretched and leaning back, straightening quickly when he caught sight of her. “Swan? Is everything alright?”

She waved a hand, settling beside him, the slight rocking of the Jolly a soothing motion. “Yeah. I just… I wanted to see you.”

“Missing me already?” he smirked, tilting his head and offering her the flask. She took a drag, handing it back and choosing not to respond.

“It’s beautiful out here,” she whispered, the stars bright in the inky black sky, the light from the town doing little to ruin the splendour.

“Aye. I do my best thinking under the stars.”

She turned to him, watching his profile, the glow of the lantern casting his features in sharp light and shadows. “What are you thinking about?”

He shrugged, fiddling with his hook. “About my past. All the things I did and regret. Everything I don’t. And my future.”

Emma clicked her tongue, looking back up. “Heavy,” she whistled, catching his smile in the corner of her eye.

He chuckled. “Quite. And what about you? Or have you just come to drink me dry of rum?”

Emma snorted, rolling her eyes and snatching back the flask. “You said to come find you when I have an answer. So...” She shrugged. “Here I am.”

“When I said that, I didn’t expect you to make up your mind quite so quickly. Unless you had already decided,” he concluded, sounding dejected, mouth turning down at the corners.

Emma sighed, turning to face him fully, crossing her legs underneath her. “I’m still getting used to this change and considering a relationship in between all this is…well, crazy, to be frank,” she kept her tone light, even though she could see how much this meant to him.

He visibly perked up when she said “relationship”, grinning. She felt her cheeks blush and her heart beat faster.

“But…” he prompted, leaning closer.

“But…” she mimicked, voice turning serious as she finished, swallowing past her nerves. “I’m willing to try.”

The smile he gave her could rival the stars themselves, bright and goofy and oh-so wonderful. She smiled in return, proud of letting herself take a step, however small, towards the future.

“Well then...” He picked up the flask, raising it in a toast. “Here’s to trying,” he breathed, and this sounded like a promise, like teamwork, like their story from the very beginning and wherever it would take them now.

And if Emma had broken her vow of a one-time thing, well... the only witnesses were the stars.

#ruhi writes #cs ff #ouat ff #ouat canon divergence

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shadowdianne · 7 years

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SQ Week- Celebrity AU: Golden Lights

A03 My contribution to the first day of the SQ Week! (Beware, the post is almost 2k words long so I’ve put the link here instead that at the end in case it’s more comfortable to read it on ao3 rather than through here.)

Celebrity AU: Golden lights

Emma bit down her bottom lip as the soft “click” of the camera’s shutter filled her ears. Her emerald eyes glinted under the sunrays of the first hours of morning and she tilted her head to her left, looking at the view that stood in front of her.

The sun played with the sea and sand of the beach that stood at the other side of the fence that headed towards the first meters of the private place. The blonde photographer had definetely seen views that others could have described as more breathtaking but as she clicking sound of the shutter continued she took a step backwards, admiring the view through the view finder, teeth now trapping her bottom lip while she tried to adjust the lens as perfect as possible under the quickly varying light.

“Everything is packed.” A voice came at her back, making her jump slightly before she lowered her hands. She blinked her concentration away and turned, a smile appearing on her mouth as she took on a very different kind of view; A beautiful brunette looking at her with her hands up her waist and an amused glow on the back of a pair of beautiful brown chocolate eyes that had been described in far too many magazines as “full of secrets”. “I knew you were going to be here.” Finished Regina, stepping closer and taking her camera away after sharing a quick look with her, asking for a permission Emma had already granted multiple times, ever after the first night they had spent together. The brunette, however, asked every time she came closer to the camera and Emma -grateful- always replied. “Saying goodbye?”

Emma nodded and pointed at the sea, the sound and smell of it-something she hadn’t taken into consideration mere minutes before, hitting her senses once again.

“I’m going to miss it.” She finally spoke, her voice slightly rough after having been silent for so many minutes.

Neither of them said anything but the truth, the realization that now that her relationship had been discovered the amount of time they were going to be alone, truly alone, was going to dwindle dramatically, hovered over them like the cries from the seagulls that seemed to fill the little silence left by the waves.

Fiddling with the shutter Regina raised the camera to her eye level and looked at Emma towards the lens.

The blonde photographer had her face turned towards the sea, the sunrays hitting her nose and lips and the brunette actress realized that even if they hadn’t really been outside for long periods of time the pale skin of the other woman seemed to have taken a slightly darker tone that made her smile. For all the time the blonde spent behind those same lenses she looked beautiful in front of them. A statement she hadn’t needed a lot of time to make the very first time they had seen each other.

Regina could still picture it vividly; the day her PR had told her the need to do a new photoshoot in order to keep her fans interested.

“It’s so early...” She had half muttered as the car with both Mal and herself had approached the place where the photoshoot was going to take place. She had been in need of a coffee and she had winced at the needy tone that had come from her mouth. Mother would have never approved such tone and for a second she had chastised herself before she had managed to get a grip on her old custom. Cora Mills had been, still was in some circles, considered one of the most elegant actress of her time. Poised and beautiful she had accompanied dozens of amazing directors during her career and during her first years as an actress Regina herself had had found herself following the whims and desires of the old star. During that cold day of September, however, Regina tried to not react as her mother would have wanted her to act but, rather, as she herself would have. The result, however, wasn’t as perfect as it could have been and she had felt Mal’s piercing stare before the woman had blinked what had seemed to have been her surprise away.

And truth be told it was very early in the morning, early enough for her tiredness being justified.

Mal had crossed her long legs before looking at her up and down in a look that Regina never knew if it was appraising or downright worrying.

“It has been almost a month of the premiere of your last film.” She had explained. “We need new photos and the new photographer couldn’t make it later today. Plus, you had already booked yesterday’s afternoon with that other premiere of Mida’s daughter.”

Regina had felt that whatever strength she could have had starting to fade under Mal’s tone and she nodded, defeated. She knew it wasn’t her position to be complaining. In truth she enjoyed her job and almost all her aspects a lot, minus the pressure that came accompanied to the fact of being a woman in the industry, but sometimes, most of the time really, she would have preferred not to be judged by her mother’s merits and only by her own.

So, defeated and tired, the first time she had entered into Emma Swan’s reigns she hadn’t felt very chirpy when the blonde had introduced herself to her with a wave of hand and what seemed to have been a blush covering her cheeks. The second action wasn’t all that new to Regina but she had kept staring to the long gracious fingers of the blonde as they worked with the camera that soon enough would be directed at Regina, once make up finished with her of course.

Those fingers, as well as the blonde herself, were precise and mesmerizing in a way Regina had been unable to pinpoint how until she had been in front of the her, channeling into the kind of persona she pretended to be whenever she needed to be Regina Mills, the actress, and not Regina Mills, the woman. Later, she would learn that the first time Emma had seen her she had had the impression that Regina had been, to put in the blonde’s words, a bitch but those days had still been a month away and in that moment Regina had done her part acting like the actress she was as the shutter of the camera had clicked away.

Neither the blonde and herself had met until a week after that, for another event and this time Regina, dressed with one of the less overelaborate dresses she owned -a slight fuck you to her mother’s own tastes-, the kind of ones she truly liked, had approached the photographer that with the sobriety lines of a suit seemed to be even more mesmerizing for Regina than the week before. They had talked for a little bit over flutes of Champaign while the allowed press fluttered between the guests, asking questions and looking for everything that could be a story. That night Emma had told Regina that she loved people to take pictures of but, truly, nature was all much more mesmerizing to her, much more beautiful. They hadn’t saw each other for two weeks after that until, due to a meet up she had had with Mal she had crossed with Emma down the hall that directed to the office of the older blonde. Emma hadn’t look happy, her eyes stormy and hard in only the way jewels can be, but when her eyes had met Regina had seen how the blonde had tried to mellow the thunders that echoed on those pupils, even for a little bit.

That had been the day she had asked to grab a coffee, together and in one of the most secluded coffee shops she knew, one of the ones that they wouldn’t be bothered, nor by the press or by the fans. Emma had accepted.

The rest, as one of the directors Regina had worked with, could have been narrated in a set of several dates that could have gone terribly wrong but didn’t. Until they had looked at each other in the bedroom of the very same house they both were standing in front now and had known that whatever they were they couldn’t be labeled as fuck-buddies.

They both had run after that, for at least a week where Regina’s new year’s calendar was being set up and Emma’s own work had swallowed her whole. They had eluded each other, tried to hide the fact and search for clues of the why and where, the how and what. It had finally been Mal of all people who had approached Regina with a sigh on her red lips and a look that, as always, could be very things, before placing one warm hand slightly closer to her thigh that necessary before saying that either she needed to have sex or sort whatever mess she had with that “pretty blonde photographer” before the story hit the tabloids.

Of course, the very same day Regina had asked for Emma to come over the tabloids had indeed showed up a blurry image of Emma parking in front of Regina’s loft. Their chat had needed to talk the backseat as Regina called to Mal and asked what had happened. After that… everything had been a blur of screams and words and Emma’s warm hands taking her phone away with only one question on her lips; “Do you want this?”

And Regina had looked at those green eyes and muttered a yes that had put them both into Emma’s car and into the road that ended in that very same house with the world muted for a day and everything else as far away as possible.

The sound of the shutter broke Regina’s concentration and, as she looked at her hands, she realized that she had taken a picture of the blonde without realizing, blonde that was now looking at her through her long eyelashes and a smile on her lips. It was going to be tough. Regina knew that. She was permanently on the public eye, her mother was probably going to ask for her head on a plate when she heard that the rumors were true and Emma’s run impulse was probably going to be a tough enemy to fight against but, as she looked on the warm lights of the sun, those that made the blonde’s tresses glow, she realized that even as difficult as it was going to be she wanted to jump.

And so she took another photo, noticing the way Emma’s cheeks reddened and her eyes glowed, jaded and beautiful.

“I love you” Was far too quick, far too soon but she found herself rehearsing the words on her tongue, for the moment, the time, where those were going to be right. She could wait, she would, for Emma, for herself.

And so the day kept on.

#sqw 8 au #SQW 8 #swanqueenweek #fanfic #swan queen

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bibliophilicmedstudent · 7 years

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Heyo guys! So this is a Q & A post to sort of low-key celebrate my bookstagram reaching 2k followers (yay!!). If you are here but don’t know about my bookstagram (which is unlikely) you can check it out here.

Please allow me to be sappy and say once again that I’m really glad to have met all of you guys on bookstagram and (even though I hate Instagram’s algorithm) I love you guys for your support and your comments and for sticking along with me :D

I’ve put these questions all into categories so you can just skip to whatever you’re interested about!

Categories in order: Books & Bookstagram // Med School // Life

Books & Bookstagram

Q: Favourite author? Beca @lxnelyb

I knew someone is gonna ask this one… ok I have a few

Cassandra Clare – The Shadowhunter World means EVERYTHING to me. The characters, the runes, the world building – literally everything. I adore Cassie’s writing – so “heartbreakingly beautiful and soul crushing yet so brilliant that it melts your heart” good (no I ain’t exaggerating). City of Bones from The Mortal Instruments is the first book that really truly got me hooked into reading (I read them before Harry Potter – shocker I know).

Leigh Bardugo – I’ve only started reading Leigh’s books last year (another shocker – sorry), Six of Crows being the first – I immediately fell in love with the intense, intricate writing style. I love pretty much ALL her characters (especially the 2 particularly troubled boys that likes to wear black). Her Grishaverse books (Six of Crows Duology and Grisha Trilogy) simply blew me out the window.

Honourable mentions – Maggie Stiefvater (She would be my fav too if I read more of her books) Sarah J. Maas (She would too if she doesn’t make me wanna die/hibernate until her next books comes out).

Q: Any book recommendations? Beca @lxnelyb

I DO!!!! There are quite a few that I think deserves many more readers! I’ve linked their Goodreads page so please go check them out!

The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater (If you have been following me on my instagram you would know my obsession with The Raven Cycle series, like c’mon my dudes, go read it!! I even wrote a blogpost on why you should)

This Is Our Story by Ashley Elston (I love the suspense and mystery in this novel – this kept me up at night till 2am to finish it and oh my – this is by far the best book I’ve read this year!)

A Thousand Pieces of You by Claudia Gray (the Firebird Trilogy is so so good – there is multiple dimensions and yet they are all so well developed and detailed – the romance is also top quality)

The Crown’s Game by Evelyn Skye (Like The Night Circus? Like Russian History? Like to pull some human emotions in ya? Read it and you can fangirl/fanboy with me)

Q: Book characters that you each want to kiss, kill and marry? Hem @faeofnightcourt

Aww this is gonna be hard… (Hem why you do this to me poor soul)

Kiss: The Darkling (I would have said either Julian Blackthorn/Will Herondale, but little Aleksander needs more love so…)

Marry: Richard Gansey III (I’m looking out for my Gansey but no luck so far)

Kill: Nathaniel Gray (without a doubt)

Q: Favorite bad ass female characters? Alex @thebookadvocate

Love this question! I’m glad you asked!

Blue Sargent from The Raven Cycle

Emma Carstairs from The Dark Artifices

Inej Ghafa from Six of Crows

Nina Zenik from Six of Crows

Isabelle Lightwood from The Moral Instruments

Aelin Ashryver Aalathynius from Throne of Glass

Q: What got you started as a reader? Alex @thebookadvocate

City of Bones (found it in my local library – it was misplaced in the cookbook section so I took a look at it and yeah!)

The Hunger Games (my cousin recommend this book to me)

Q: Where do you find inspiration for your bookstagram? Alex @thebookadvocate

(I used to post pre-planned and heavily styled flatlay photos – they were inspired by the many beautiful bookstagrammers out there (I just don’t have the time anymore to do detailed layout shoots which is why I started my minimalist theme and I really like it!)

For my current theme I find some inspiration from @thebibliotheque’s bookstagram (it’s really amazing you should check it out!)

Ummm… and maybe on Tumblr and Pinterest? – most of the time I just post random photos that I think look good in my feed lmao XD

Q: How did you start bookstagram? What inspired you to make one? Noura @theperksofbeingnoura

It sort of started when my brother got me a copy of Lady Midnight for my birthday, and I want to show it off on my back-then personal instagram.

And my “explore” page started showing these bookish photos and I was like “Ah cool stuff!” and I officially started my bookstagram a few months later down the track.

It all just came to me – “there are so many like-minded people!”, “omg I’ve read this too!” and it all just sort of happened haha!

I was never on any social media prior to last year so it was all very exciting to me when first started it! My love for books obviously was a huge factor.

Q: What’s the oldest book on yore shelf and it’s story? Emily @abookishadventurer

I received some second hand books from my friend about a week ago (since she’s moving out and can’t take her books with her so she let me have them). Some of them are pretty old (older than all the ones I own anyways haha!)

Q: A series or book that everyone has read but you have not or don’t want to read? Hem @faeofnightcourt

Ok, I’ll have to say the Lunar Chronicles – I honestly really do want to read them but I just never got time to get around it (*chuckles* says a person who binge watched 9 episodes of Prison Break in a day lmao). I don’t really know why I haven’t because I’ve heard heaps of great things about this series (and apparently Cress is everyone’s favourite – well the people I know anyways) so yeah! But I’ll hopefully get to pick up Cinder during my long break!

Med School

Q: What’s the reason you wanted to do med school? (Lisa @noahjace_94)

The honest version is that in high school I really enjoyed learning about the human body, and chemistry involving a pharmacology module, I found medicine very appealing to me. I also did work experience in the local hospital and it just made me want to become a doctor even more.

The more suck-up version is that I want to practice in rural areas in Australia once I graduate and help people and do my best to make them feel better etc.

The practical version is that it’s a very steady job in Australia and there are many opportunities to work overseas (England I’m looking at you!) and I will never have to worry about being hungry or not being able to pay rent etc., which sounds pretty damn good to me (my current status: very broke uni student)

Life

Q: Celeb crush? Beca @lxnelyb

COLE MITCHELL SPROUSE (duh)

Dylan O’Brien (ah gosh)

Theo James (like c’mon all girls who refuse to say they have a crush on Theo is lying)

Logan Lerman (his eyes oml)

Q: Do you watch any tv shows? If so, what? Beca @lxnelyb

I’m glad you asked!

Riverdale – BECAUSE COLE SPROUSE IS JUGHEAD and Juggy is my precious little bean – no one hurt him or else I’ll flip and people will get hurt.

Prison Break – I’ve literally only started this two days ago – it’s honestly the worst time to be hooked onto a TV show because assignments are piling in right now (but ah well, it’s bound to happen anyway) – THIS SHOW IS SO SO GOOD! The guy is so smart and super good looking gosh I simply love it.

That’s about it – I also used to watch Shadowhunters – only for Malec and Simon Lewis, nothing else. I’ll see if I want to continue with the new season…

Thank you so much for reading guys! I’ll have a review for you next time so keep and eye out! Happy Reading! xx

Q & A Time! Heyo guys! So this is a Q & A post to sort of low-key celebrate my bookstagram reaching 2k followers (yay!!).

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