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shiroganeryo · 1 year

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So... I may or may have not made a Dazatsu lovechild a while ago 💦 Decided to show her to the world after seeing some discourse on the neighboring site today 😅

I took inspiration from Yūko Tsushima, Osamu Dazai's daughter and novelist! Her ability is Child of Fortune.

A lot about her is still a WIP, but please check under the read more cut if you're interested in knowing more about her (and also see me exposing myself with the delirious idea that brought her into being)!

Feat. married Dazatsu, which is always good; but this post is looong.

So, how did this happen?

I'm very weak and give lovechildren to my ships often. I was thinking about how cute would be a child of theirs and conveniently found out about Dazai's daughter, who also was a novelist and everything simply fell into place effortlessly.

The actual backstory

Yūko is a byproduct of the Book. The text written into it desired a strong ability that could be easily manipulated to come into being. However, since the Book follows a certain logic, such ability manifested as a singularity; key traits of two abilities it considered powerful if combined merged and came into being as an infant's.

Still following the Book's logic, this weak, vulnerable being appeared in the vicinity of the ones who would protect it from harm.

And now the "serious" part is out of the way, imagine Dazai randomly getting up in the middle of the night for a glass of water and finding a sleeping cat that had broken into their home.

...Except when he touches it to put it back outside, it turns into a child.

This is a case of "instructions too vague, gave a random couple a child" lmao

What happens from there

What else would Dazai do if not wake Atsushi up, who at first doesn't understand why all that fuss just because of a cat that broke in until he sees it for himself. Both are extremely confused.

Then what else would they do if not resort to Kyouka next door because they're at a loss and need a female's feedback here. She's immediately smitten but Atsushi keeps reminding her they can't just keep her like a lost kitten, they need to find her parents.

This results in them deciding to take her to the Agency, they're detectives after all. The three of them walk in, Dazai with the girl in his arms (to prevent her from activating her ability and running off), Atsushi carrying a bag with the improvised provisions they had arranged, and Kyouka with the straightest face ever.

Everyone looks at them in confusion. Ranpo instantly knows what's up. Atsushi says he would love to say they can explain but he honestly has no idea whatsoever.

They tell the others what happened and since Ranpo likes to make things more amusing, he remarks on how similar she looks to both Dazai and Atsushi in appearance, and that her ability also resembles Atsushi's weretiger features. Dazai instantly picks up on the hints.

Kunikida is hellbent on finding the girl's parents before anything else, but Dazai suggests running a DNA test to test a theory of his. Kunikida resists a little because there's just no way you're implying what you're implying, but Dazai insists for the sake of ruling out possibilities.

It's a perfect match with both him and Atsushi.

The next steps

Apparently, they're her parents now. She needs registration documents and whatnot; Ango takes care of the bureaucracies and necessary paperwork to make this happen more smoothly because this is by no means your everyday occurrence, she must be properly recorded in the Special Division's files.

Since Dazai and Atsushi are married, this means they're also both her legal guardians. For safety's sake, her surname is registered as Tsushima (津島) instead of Nakajima (中島) to make her a little harder to track because there's definitely something up with that (or so Dazai thinks, which he tells Ango).

To help cover her identity better, she's also accepted into the Agency as an employee (she went through an entrance exam and all) of sorts, so Fukuzawa's ability takes effect on her. The ID card on her lanyard is her official detective ID.

Currently, she's learning how to read and write and undergoing training to better control her ability.

Ability

Yūko's ability was dubbed Child of Fortune (寵児, Chōji); it's still under observation to determine the full potential of her skills. So far, it's known that much like Atsushi, she's able of transforming fully into a tiger (except it's a tiger cub) or partially, into a weretiger. She supposedly has restoration skills, but they're still not fully developed.

Exceptionally strong claws.

She also has a powerful bite, observed to neutralize the effect of other abilities with the only exception being No Longer Human. The bite leaves a mark that renders the affected person unable of using their ability for a set time.

Some trivia

Since Yūko can't heal herself properly yet, her injuries are kept bandaged. Usually seen on the wrists or ankles. I left this detail to match Dazai's bandages, as a visual representation of the young age the irl author lost her father to suicide.

The reason why her left hand is bandaged in the second drawing though, is because she punched a classmate who was bullying her; she didn't mind the offenses until it sounded like they were badmouthing Atsushi and GOD FORBID she hears anyone say anything bad about any of her dads.

It's fine btw, they're best friends now. Dazai actually talked to the kid and they apologized after that; Yūko only apologized because Atsushi told her to.

I need you to imagine them being called to the school because Yūko got into a fight and Atsushi becoming disconcerted after learning the reason behind it from their daughter while Dazai tried very hard not to laugh because it would upset Atsushi but he was a little too proud of Yūko (defend your cinnamon roll dad!)

She's very easy to deal with, a very calm and obedient child despite having a strong, assertive personality. When she's not in school, she's hanging out in the Agency; she stays in the lounge area of the office and spends her time drawing or trying to write words. Both Atsushi and Dazai take turns checking on her.

Like any child, Yūko has a lot of energy and may tire out her parents, especially if she decides to activate her ability; she outsped Atsushi once and since then they're both surprised and terrified. She always falls for Dazai's trap of calling her by saying "pspsps" with a smile though and fails to understand why she turns back to normal every time.

Her training isn't just to teach her how to control her ability better, but also to teach her how to use it responsibly. Sometimes it looks a lot like gym classes tbh.

Yes, tiger Atsushi does carry tiger cub Yūko around in his mouth and gives her baths.

Yes, Dazai does whine there's yet another cat in his immediate family circle that he can't pet.

And if you read until here, I wish you a wonderful day, please know that I love you and am sending good things vibes your way 🫶

#dazushi #dazatsu #lovechild #bsd oc #I actually have more than that about her but I can take only so much exposure of my self-indulgence at a time #all of this started with me going “but imagine brown tiger cub with white stripes how pretty it'd be”#other than her insp it's all subject to change since we know so little about the Book atm #but I had to get this out of my system #that one meme “I don't have a cat is this how I get a cat”#my art #bsd fankid

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hykar · 1 month

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💫Sucheon Kang Headcanons: 1

•A light sleeper that is easily waken up even with the most subtle movement anywhere near him when he sleeps or the smallest noise being made.

•Definitely has Insomnia, I don't make the rules.

•Listens to music (Even his favorite ones) with either the STRAIGHTEST face known to mankind or humming along—there's nothing in between.

•I can see him listening to: The Weeknd, Al James, Chase Atlantic, Arctic Monkeys, Childish Gambino, MCR, and Cigarettes After Sex.

•Chase Atlantic coded—I said what I said.

•I can (somehow) imagine him learning how to play a guitar (He'd definitely go for the electric one) and like he got everything he could possibly need and purchased a really good guitar too—only to get frustrated with how the strings are too hard and is hurting his fingers to the point he just can't play at all and left the guitar and the materials he got in his closet to rot. "What the fuck you can change strings?" I can hear him saying that if he finds out you can change the guitar strings to one you're more comfortable in using.

•Definitely gets pissed at the claw machines. I can see him pinching his nose bridge in annoyance if the prize is dropped when its so near to the hole where prizes are dropped in. I think he broke one or two claw machines.

•Has the meanest side eyes and/or eye rolls.

•Better start praying if you show up to unhinged/out of pocket insults and you see him there cause for some reason, even the most basic ahh insults becomes so mean when it comes from him. (His insults fr piss at the soul)

•If he were a character in the Mean Girls, he'd definitely be Regina George.

•He's definitely not misogynistic, racist, homophobic or anything of the likes (Its pretty hard to see him that way too cause it just don't sit well nor does it fit well at all.) but he is definitely the quote "It doesn't matter what you are cause if you suck, you suck."

•He's definitely a Grumpy Admirer Who Secretly Cares or is like very straightforward about it—There's nothing in between (FR GONNA WRITE ABOUT THIS OMG IAJDISJSJFJC).

•Immediately blocks a person if they ask him if he's single when he's in a relationship.

•Other than Bomber Jackets, I think he likes leather jackets, racer jackets, and baseball styled jackets too.

🌷Hell week is hell weeking real hard rn, really sorry if the finals week turned into my final week. Will try to survive through this.🥲

#kang sucheon #sucheon kang #headcanon #eleceed #sucheon x reader

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falcqns · 3 years

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Hi, first of all i love your work 💕 and second, I wanted to request a Chris Evans angsty to fluff one shot? Where he is much older than the reader (she’s in her early 20s) and they have confessed their attraction for each other but are not sure how to proceed, nothing much happens during the confession. But the next day there’s an event or party where both attend separately, during it they stare at each other from across the room but suddenly Chris is crowded mostly by women much older than you and they flirt with him, and he sees you getting sad and insecure about your feelings and about his feelings too and obviously your age, so maybe you run off somewhere else and he decides to follow and then reassures you he likes you, then it’s all fluff? Maybe with a kiss at the end?🥺 thank uuuu!! I hope you’re having a nice day💓

Age Gap

pairing: chris evans x younger!reader

warnings: age gap, fluff, angst, insinuations to smut, hannah montana reference lmao

a/n: thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy! also i wrote this on my phone so i apologize for any mistakes lol

being 21 and having a crush on a 39 year old was tough.

finding out that that 39 year old felt the same was even tougher.

when you got the chance to audition with him for his new movie, Deep Silence, you jumped at it. just getting to be in a room with him blew your mind, but when your agent called you and told you you got a role, you were ecstatic.

you had originally auditioned for the role of Emma Garner, Chris’s characters daughter, but he decided you were perfect for the role of his characters wife, Francesca Garner instead.

you had no idea why. you were barely 21, and he was 19 years older than you. it would make so much more sense for you to play his daughter, but you accepted the role of his wife nonetheless.

at least now you won’t have to watch your crush kiss another girl, something that was all too familiar in high school.

when you two had your first love scene, you were terrified. how were you going to keep the fact that you were incredibly attracted to your co star a secret while acting out something that is so private?

you had a suspicion that he felt the same during filming, when he’d purposely ground his hard on into your centre and rasped into you ear “if you liked that”, but he ran away to his trailer before you could ask him about it.

you thought he was finally going to talk to you about it when he approached you a few days later, but he ended up just asking if you wanted to go to disneyland with him and Scott and his boyfriend, to which you accepted.

the day was fun, with the four of you taking lots of photos, going on lists of rides, eating lots of food (that ultimately made Scott throw up after one two many churros and and a ride on Seven Dwarves) and ended in you guys watching Happily Ever After. About halfway through, Chris pulled you into his arms, and pressed his lips to yours.

as soon as he kissed you, all the background noise faded away, and the two of you stood there like teenagers making out for the rest of the show.

when that happened, you thought for sure that he’d finally ask you out. you’d ask him out, but that seemed insanely intimidating, and you weren’t down for that at all. but, he didn’t make a move. other than kissing. he’d kiss you constantly, but it never progressed passed making out, and you were a little disappointed.

eventually, comic con came up, and you wouldn’t be attending with Chris, rather than the TV show you were a regular on. you had spotted him watching you in the crowd, thanks to your favourite actress who was also on the panel with you. you attended his as well, and even asked a question, as your movie hadn’t been announced yet, so people wouldn’t know you unless they watched your show.

then, the after party rolled around. you had messaged briefly, but hadn’t really spoken, something you were hoping to do tonight. you had reached your wits end, and just decided to man up and talk to him about where you two stood.

but, you couldn’t find him. you’d wandered around with your co stars and talked to a few directors and casting agents to get your name out there for future projects, but you couldn’t for the life of you locate Chris.

Until you got to the bar. you had just ordered your favourite drink, when you spotted him at the other end of the bar. but, he wasn’t alone. he was surrounded by five or six women who were definitely much older than you, and your heart sank.

it didn’t shatter, however, until you saw Chris flirting back. your eyes welled up with tears, and you tried to wipe them discreetly without Chris or anyone noticing, but of course that didn’t happen.

Chris was doing his best to ward off the ladies swarming him, so he could come and find you. he had been leading you on for too long, and he just needed to ask you out already, before another guy snatched you from his fingers.

suddenly, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and looked up, thinking it was Scott coming back with more food, but his heart dropped when he saw you. you were stood there, looking absolutely magnificent, but your eyes were full with tears, almost to the point of spilling over onto the cheeks he loved to kiss and hold in his hands so much.

he looked at the swarm of ladies that had formed around him, and swore, realizing what you were probably thinking.

he watched as you turned and stormed away, towards the door. he politely excused himself, and headed after you.

he followed you out the door he watched you disappear through, but his heart sank even lower when he realized you weren’t there. he was about to go back inside and ask your co stars for your room number, when he heard the tell tale signs of your sobs coming from a hidden alcove to his left.

he ran down the steps and over to the alcove, and his heart broke when he saw you. you were leaning against the wall, you head in your hands. loud sobs were escaping your mouth, and he knew for a fact you had an endless amount of tears running down your face, the saltiness of them probably already swelling your beautiful face up.

he wasted no time in coming over to you and wrapping you up tight in his arms. you tried to pull out of them, but he stood firm, and eventually you relaxed.

“i’m so sorry.” he whispered, and your sobs subsided. you shook your head and looked up at him.

“no. i’m sorry. i’m sorry that i was born in the wrong generation, because maybe then one of us would have the courage to ask the other out without fear of judgement. i’m sorry that i’m not as mature as those girls, or as talented. i’m sorry that i probably read into things like i always do and ruine-“ you began; but was cut off by Chris soft lips.

when he pulled away, he rested his forehead atop yours. “no. don’t. you’re perfect. so fuckin’ perfect it scares me sometimes. it absolutely terrifies the shit out of me how perfect you are because i don’t want to hurt you. you’re so young and innocent, and i love that about you. i don’t want to be the one to crush that innocence that i love so much by hurting you. but, i shouldn’t have let that hold me back. we’re both legal, so age is just a number. i should have told you that say i fuckin’ dry humped you on set.” he said, and you laughed at the last bit. “i love you so fuckin’ much, y/n, it honestly scares me. but being scared is good. it makes me human, and i’m not letting that hold me back from treating you the way you deserve to be treated. if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, i will spend the rest of our time together showing you just how much i love and appreciate you.” he said, and you looked up at him. “will you be my girlfriend?” he asked softly, and you nodded in happiness, your lips pressing to his.

Chris smiled into the slightly salty, but still loving kiss. he finally had you, and he wasn’t going to let you go. you were his whole world, and he was kicking himself for not realizing it sooner.

the two of you were currently walking hand in hand back to the venue, when you spoke up. “that was the sweetest speech. i’m not mad at you because of those girls. i realized shortly after that you wouldn’t do anything like that, but i thought maybe you’d realize that they were better than me, so that’s why i left.” you explained, and Chris tugged you in closer to his body.

“that makes me so happy, sweet girl. it was a mistake letting those girls do that and i should have stopped it sooner, but everybody makes mistakes.” he said.

you giggled before responding. “everybody has those days.” you said with the straightest face possible and Chris turned and stared at you for a second before realizing the reference.

“Hannah Montana? oh my god you’re so innocent,” he said, moaning the last few words into your ears, his hands gripping your waist to pull you against him.

you bit your lip and smiled. “i’m not completely innocent,” you said right back, and smiled in happiness when you felt him hardening against your stomach.

“mmm, really baby?” he moaned, and you nodded, before whispering in his ear.

“take me back to your hotel room and i’ll show you.”

#chris evans angst #chris evans #chris evans actor #chris evans imagine #chris evans x you #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader fluff #chris evans fluff #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut

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livebloggingmydescentintomadness · 4 years

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Hi, I've followed you for a long time and I really have been appreciating & identifying with your response to the internet explosion about Cas & Dean, so I thought maybe you could help me? I'm also autistic and I'm REALLY confused why everyone has been saying "Destiel is canon" when Dean hasn't responded yet & all we have so far is Cas' confession? I know I can be literal, but that's not mutual yet? I don't understand. No worries if you can't reply, thanks for your time either way. 💜

hello, dear! i get how that’s confusing, but the key thing here is it openly, tacitly acknowledges the concept of romance between dean and cas.

for years, it’s been implied if not outright said that we, destiel shippers, are delusional for seeing dean and cas’s relationship as romantic. we’ve been shamed and mocked and told that we’re stupid for ~making it gay~ when they’re just good friends. all this time, we’ve been ridiculed for seeing what “isn’t there”.

then cas looked dean in the eye and said “i love you” in a way that not even the straightest straight can misconstrue as platonic. therefore, after a decade of hints and implications and snide remarks (like mockingly calling cas dean’s “boyfriend”, “the one in the dirty trenchcoat who’s in love with you”), it is no longer subtext. it is canonically textual that there is romance in this relationship.

yes, okay, dean hasn’t reciprocated yet, but it’s there, hanging between them, said out loud. no longer lingering looks or ambiguous statements like “i need you” or “i love you, i love all of you.” cas is in love with dean.

it is spoken, acknowledged, and in fact blessed by the narrative, because being in love with dean is what granted cas true happiness. with two episodes left, the peak of castiel’s character arc is not only accepting that he’s in love with dean, it’s in being unashamed of it, happy with it. after 11 years of cas visibly struggling with depression and emptiness and feeling directionless, he finds his meaning, his happiness, in confessing his love to dean.

and all of that means that we were right. when we said that invisibly watching a man raking leaves isn’t a bromance, when cas broke free of mind control, when dean asked “what broke the connection?” and cas said “i don’t know” and we screamed at the tv “YOU!!! YOU BROKE THE CONNECTION, BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” we were fucking right.

all of this wasn’t just good friends, we weren’t making it up, we weren’t ~making it gay~, because NEWSFLASH ASSHOLE, IT WAS GAY THE ENTIRE FUCKING TIME.

now, one might say, aren’t we technically only half right, since dean loving cas hasn’t been textually confirmed?

sure, maybe. but with “i love you” dropped like a bomb between dean and cas, it reframes everything that’s ever happened between them. we look back at all of cas’s actions to and for dean, everything he’s ever said to dean, every time he’s looked at dean, and realized that he was in love all along. then, what we automatically do next, is look at dean, all his actions and words and looks, and ask ourselves... wait, was he in love with cas the whole time too?

that’s the question that the audience automatically asks, to fill the empty space left by dean not having the time to react or say anything in response. without dean’s answer, we look for an answer ourselves. the audience asks this question, and therefore the show will have to give an answer. desperately we want to know, does dean love cas back???

and what can be the answer? with every extraordinary thing they’ve ever done for each other, with half those extraordinary things textually confirmed as romantic, with dean sitting on the floor crying his eyes out, there is no other possible answer but yes. and furthermore, we want the answer to be yes. we naturally yearn for dean to find cas, save cas, and tell him “i love you too,” when we might not have been lead into that yearning for reciprocity if he had said it back immediately.

an audience that hasn’t shipped destiel all along might have balked at both of them saying i love you “out of nowhere”, but this play of events can cause even a casual viewer who never before interpreted dean and cas as romantic to shout at their tv “of course dean loves cas back!! he has to find cas and tell him!!” suddenly, even a casual viewer wants canon destiel.

so what does that mean? that means the longtime destiel shipper sits back and says,

#destiel #spn #anonymous #ask

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fruitquake · 3 years

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realizations pt. 1

read it on ao3

James Potter knows he likes girls. In his mind, that has always meant he must be straight. Of course he’s straight. Whenever he sits next to Lily Evans in class, his heart flutters and he gets all useless and flustered. He has kissed girls before, and liked it.

But then, Regulus kissed him, and he’s pretty sure a straight guy wouldn’t have liked it as much as he did. He’s pretty sure a straight guy wouldn’t be up all night, replaying it in his head, a hopeless burning sensation is his chest.

Regulus kissed him. Or did he kiss Regulus? He’s a little fuzzy on those details. But crystal clear is Reg’s lips on his own, the feeling of being featherlight as everything else faded into the background, leaving only him and Regulus.

James sighs, pressing both hands against his eyes until he sees stars, and once again, Regulus is there, a crystal clear image of soft lips and silky black hair that James messed up with his hands as they kissed. Just as he isn’t sure who initiated the kiss, it’s also a bit unclear to him who broke it off. Only that he had been absolutely speechless, staring into Regulus’s eyes for a hint that he had felt what James had felt during that kiss. Then Regulus had muttered some obvious excuse about a curfew and he had been off, leaving James with a warm, confusing feeling bubbling in his stomach.

Regulus is practically family to James. When Sirius ran away from home, Regulus stayed, and for over a year they didn’t talk. Reg avoided him at school. James remembers how hard that was on Sirius. But now, things are good between them. Reg comes over almost every day, without his parents knowing. He’s almost as much a part of the family as Sirius.

It hadn’t occurred to James, before today, that the way he feels about Regulus, the soft affection that makes his cheeks warm, could be anything other than platonic. But that bloody kiss...

James slides out of bed and gets dressed, careful not to wake Sirius, who sleeps in the top bunk. There’s one place he goes when he needs to clear his head. He tiptoes over to the window and opens it as quietly as he possibly can, glancing over his shoulder to check that Sirius is still asleep. He seems to be, so James slides out of the window and onto the roof. He sits down, careful not to step on the loose shingle. His mum doesn’t want him or Sirius to go onto the roof, of fear that they will fall down, but they do it anyway, because there really is no better place to just… sit and be. He looks down onto the street below him, the streetlights the only thing shining through the night. A cool breeze caresses his face, tugs at a rogue strand of hair. James closes his eyes.

There’s no way he isn’t straight. He has spent years watching Sirius and Remus pine after each other like idiots, and the past six months watching them be all gross and lovebird-y. And if he is… anything other than straight, wouldn’t he have realized sooner? He remembers asking Sirius, after his coming out, when he realized he was gay. Sirius had told him that, in a way, he had always known, but he had fully realized it by the time he was 12. For Remus, it was when he was 14, and similarly to Sirius, he had sort of half-known for years before that.

James had never questioned his sexuality before. Surely if he wasn’t straight, the thought would have occurred to him sooner, and not just after kissing a boy. A very, very pretty boy with very soft, kissable lips, who hadn’t left James’s mind ever since.

He sighs, leaning back his head and looking up at the sky, as though some God, if there really is one, is going to come down and give him all the answers.

“Oi.”

James starts and looks over his shoulder. Sirius is leaning against the window sill, squinting up at him. He’s wearing boxers and one of Remus’s t-shirts, which is slightly baggy on him.

“Oh,” James says, his voice a little hoarse. “I didn’t hear you get up.”

“What kind of 2 AM crisis are you having up here, and why didn’t you invite me?” Sirius asks.

James huffs a nervous laugh. “I…” he begins, but trails off, not knowing where to even start.

Sirius heaves himself up, crawling through the window and out onto the roof besides James, and James can’t help but worry that he will catch a cold, sitting out here with bare arms and legs. “Come on, spill the beans, Potter,” Sirius says, nudging their shoulders together.

“Sirius…” James looks down at his hands, nervously fidgeting. “You always say that your gaydar is flawless.”

“Uh-huh,” Sirius says. “And I have yet to be proven wrong on that.”

“Well, d’you think… could I be… anything other than straight?” He’s too nervous to look at Sirius, so he keeps his eyes on his own hands.

“Oh. It’s that kind of crisis,” Sirius says. James’s eyes dart up to meet Sirius’s. He’s leaning back a little, looking at James with thoughtful consideration. “I mean…” he begins. “I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind.”

James blinks, a little perplexed. “Really?” He had expected Sirius to laugh and tell him how ridiculous that was. That James was the straightest person he knew.

“Yeah,” Sirius just says, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It’s cloudy. Almost no stars. “I mean, I’ve caught you staring weirdly at guys several times. And you always used to get flustered around the older teammates when you first joined the football team.”

“Well,” James says hurriedly. “That was because, you know… They were older and so much more experienced and…” Really fucking handsome. He sighs, dropping his face into his hands. “I’m honestly so confused.”

“What exactly sparked this sudden confusion?” Sirius asks. “You’ve always seemed rather confident in your supposed heterosexuality.”

James pushes up his glasses, which had been falling down the bridge of his nose. He hesitates, carefully watching Sirius. When it comes to his brother, Sirius is incredibly protective, and James isn’t entirely convinced he won’t get pushed off the roof for telling the truth.

“I kissed Regulus,” he says finally, deciding that Sirius probably won’t push him off the roof.

A beat. “What?”

James swallows nervously. “I… kissed your brother. Or maybe he kissed me. A kiss happened, between me and your brother.” He watches Sirius for several agonizing seconds. “Please, don’t be mad.”

“I’m not… mad,” Sirius says. “If you were anyone else, I probably would be grabbing you by your shirt collar and threatening your life right now, but… You’re James Potter. I’d trust you with my bloody life.”

James releases a breath of relief. “Right,” he mutters. “Thank you, Sirius.”

There’s a stretch of silence between them, which Sirius is the one to break. “So… you kissed Reg,” he reiterates. “And you liked it?”

The kiss forces its way back into James’s mind, and he lets out a strange sound between a sigh and a groan. “I… think so,” he says. “I mean, whenever I think about it, I get this warm, bubbly, incredible feeling in my chest, and… Well, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Sirius grins, shaking his head in amusement. “Yeah,” he says. “Doesn’t sound very straight to me.”

Well, yeah. James knows he’s right, but he can’t quite wrap his head around it.

“It’s just,” he says quietly. “I definitely like girls. I’ve always known I like girls. I mean, for goodness’s sake, I’ve been crushing on Lily for years.”

“Yes.” Sirius nods. “But that doesn’t automatically make you straight, J. You can like girls and guys, you know.”

“I know…”

Sirius covers his mouth, stifling a yawn. “I think you should talk to Re about this,” he says. “I mean, he’s the expert, really. Like… A Bisexual Messiah or something.”

That earns him a laugh from James. “Yeah, he is, isn’t he? You’re right. I’ll… talk to him tomorrow, probably.”

“Lovely,” Sirius says. “Can we please go back inside now? I’m freezing my bloody ass off.”

“You could’ve put on some trousers and a jumper, you moron!” James scolds him, and Sirius shoves him gently.

“Babe,” Sirius says over lunch the next day, taking Remus’s hand in his own. They share a disgustingly sweet look. “I think James had something he wanted to talk to you about.”

Remus looks at him, chewing a bit of his sandwich. He swallows. “Oh?”

“Er...” James looks around the crowded school cafeteria. “Can we talk somewhere more private, maybe?”

Peter looks up from his lunch. “What’s it about?” he asks James.

“Nothing,” James says, a bit too fast. “There’s just something I wanted to ask Re. It’s nothing interesting, don’t worry, Pete.”

“Then why do you need to go somewhere private?” Peter presses on.

Sirius opens a canned soda, looking around to check that no teachers are close by. Every day at lunch, he plays the same game of “Can I drink my soda before a teacher confiscates it?” Most days he’s not quick enough to actually finish it, but it doesn’t stop him from trying. “Damn, Petey,” he says. “Maybe it’s none of your fucking business. Shut up and eat.”

If someone else talked to Peter like that, they would probably end up with Sirius’s fist in their face, but apparently, it’s fine when Sirius does it himself.

Remus takes another bite of his sandwich, before putting it down. “Well,” he says to James. “We can go find an empty classroom if you’d like.” He looks intrigued, and James guesses Sirius hasn’t told him anything yet.

“Yeah, that’d be great,” James says, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. It was one thing, telling Sirius last night. He has always told Sirius everything, and there’s something about that spot on the roof that makes late-night talks feel… almost sacred. Telling Remus will be a bit more daunting. But he follows Remus out of the cafeteria and into an empty classroom, anyway.

“So,” Remus says, shutting the door behind them. “What did you wanna talk about?”

James realizes he probably should’ve thought this through beforehand. He has no clue what to say. “Well,” he begins awkwardly. “You’re bi.”

For a few long seconds, Remus just looks at him, confused. “Yes?” he says. “I… know?”

James sighs, leaning back against the teacher’s desk. He combs a hand through his hair, messing it up at the back. “Yeah, it’s just that, er… I think I might be bi, too?” He looks up for Remus’s reaction.

“Oh!” Remus says. “But you aren’t sure, or…?”

“I don’t know,” James mumbles. “I’m bloody confused. And Siri said I should talk to you because you’re like… The Bisexual Messiah. I think that’s how he phrased it.”

Remus grins. “The Bisexual Messiah? Huh. I should get that on a t-shirt.” James must look quite miserable, because Remus clears his throat, looking a bit more serious. “So you’re questioning if you might be bi?” he asks softly.

James nods. “I kissed… someone,” he says. “A guy. It was Reg, actually.”

Remus arches an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything, so James goes on:

“And it felt really, really good. I practically haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. But I’ve just always thought of myself as, you know, completely straight. But, well, as Sirius pointed out to me yesterday, there’s not really anything straight about the way I felt when I kissed him.” He bites his lip, looking up at Remus.

“Right,” Remus says thoughtfully. “What exactly did you need me for? Sounds like you’ve got it figured out alright.”

“I have?” James asks in bewilderment.

Remus chuckles. “Okay, maybe not, then,” he says. “I just meant, you know… You’ve known for a long while that you liked girls. And now, after kissing Reg, you’ve realized that you like guys too, right?”

Does he like guys? James lets his mind wander, filtering through memories he didn’t realize he had archived. A gym locker room, all of them sweaty after football practice. One of the older students, shirtless, slinging an arm around James and telling him he played well, and James getting light-headed and flustered. He had told himself it just felt good to be acknowledged by an older, more skillful teammate, but looking back on it, it was possible that some of the heat rushing to his cheeks had been because of their bare skin touching. And then there were the dreams, which he had dismissed as not meaning anything, but… Perhaps dreaming about kissing boys did mean something.

“Huh,” he says finally. “I’m… lowkey stupid.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’ve somehow managed to ignore loads of signs that I wasn’t straight. And I didn’t even realize it before now!”

Remus’s face softens. “Jem, that’s… completely normal. I think a lot of queer people at some point look back and wonder how they didn’t realize sooner. I certainly did.”

“Oh.” James laughs breathily. “Well… Shit. This is interesting.”

Remus laughs with him. “You know,” he says. “You can take as much time as you need to figure all of this out. And if you have any more questions, I’m here.”

“Thank you, Re,” he says. “But… I don’t think it’s necessary.”

“Oh, okay.”

James lets the silence stretch for a moment. His palms are sweating a little, and he wipes them on his trousers. “So, er… Can I tell you something?”

Remus smiles a little. “Yeah.”

“I’m bisexual,” James tells him, and… wow. Saying it out loud feels incredible, like a weight he didn’t know he was carrying being lifted off his shoulders. He grins.

Remus nods, grinning back at him. “That’s great, James, thank you for telling me!” Then, after a short pause: “Have you talked to Regulus?”

The mention of him brings the memory of the kiss back in full effect, and James can feel his cheeks heat up. He’s grateful that his darker skin makes it almost impossible to tell when he’s blushing, though he guesses Remus still senses it. “Not since he practically fled yesterday, after we… you know.”

“Ah,” Remus says. “Well… Maybe you should. Talk to him, I mean.”

James sighs, ruffling his hair with one hand. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“I usually am,” Remus says with a grin. “That reminds me, Siri owes me ten pounds.”

“What? You and Sirius had a bet running on my sexuality?” James asks, slightly indignant, but more curious than anything.

Remus shrugs. “Well, no. We had a bet running on whether you would realize before we graduated. And you did!” He throws his hands up in a little gesture of victory, and James groans.

“You’re the worst,” he says. “You’re both the bloody worst.”

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dylanxmin · 4 years

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A Little Serendipity

Part.20

before / next

•masterlist•

pairing; min yoongi x reader

genre; fluff, slight angst, slice of life au, strangers to lovers au

rating; PG-15

warnings; swearings, drunk yoongi, slight fighting(just yelling)

word counts; 3k

a/n; well, it is quite a long part right? lol,,, IM SO SORRY that it took ages to write, (it’s 2 week) but i had a writer’s block for this fic, and again, i’m so sorry,, but let’s chat a little, how did you find this part? i hope you liked it,, thanks for reading, ily ♡

''Y/N, can you take out the trash?'' after hearing Soobin voice, I blow a breath to the air, taking out trash never felt this tiring in my life, and probably this was all because of me laying on my bed for all day and doing nothing. My body slowly turned into a jelly by days, as I do nothing but pitying myself and yes, I know that is one miserable move, but no one can judge me at the moment, as I won't let it.

''Is it okay if I take out myself as trash?'' Soobin looks at me worriedly, fixing her posture to give me a response, raising her head from Taehyung's legs, ''We are still miserable, huh?'' With her move, Taehyung looks at me with flat lips, probably he was worried about me too, as Soobin tells him everything, and I'm totally okay with this because he is a good guy, making my best friend happy and all. At least one of the people who live in this apartment were happy. ''I am totally okay! Can't you see how fine I am Soobin?'' I scoffed but it wasn't intended to hurt her or anything like that. I just so sickened myself with these behaviors, and now they were stuck with me, and won't let go of me for a second. ''I'm sorry,'' misery was hearable by my tone, but I didn't mind it.

''Okay, that's enough!'' Taehyung and I were surprised by the sudden yell coming from Soobin, as we didn't expect it at all. She is looking very frustrated at the moment, and I can't deny that I'm low key scared at her. ''You. Sit.'' she points the light green couch with her finger, demanding me in a tone that I immediately obeyed. Taehyung's wide-open eyes wandering on Soobin, he was surprised as much as me, which it's understandable because I don't think that Taehyung made Soobin this angry before, and I can say that this is my specialty. ''I. Sit.'' after sitting to the couch I said in irony, but I only wanted to ease the tension she got in her veins but sadly, it backfired.

''Cut the crap, Y/N,''

''Okay, honey. I think we need to calm a little, huh?'' Even though I appreciate Taehyung's efforts to calming Soobin, I knew that it would backfire, too. Her deadly gaze gathers on him and he goes silent in a second, which I tried to hold my laughter as watching them will never make me less entertained, but right now I need to be serious, for not to be killed by Soobin. ''I don't want to become this, but you literally forced me to do this, Y/N. You know that right?'' she holds her hands on his knees, lifting one eyebrows judgmentally. I nodded, and if I have to be honest with this situation, whenever I feel or act miserable, Soobin is the one who always pulls me up with her attitudes, with her rough but correct words, so in a way, it was a relief to see her in this attitudes.

''Look, I know you and Yoongi for a long time, and I can't say that he is a bad guy, but if he said that he doesn't want you, then you have to move on sweetie. It's for the best,'' after she ends her words, Teahyung nudges her with his elbow, shake his head in disapproval, but I ignore his kind warnings. ''Well he didn't say that he didn't want me or anything,'' murmuring in my own didn't go as I plan it, and I understand that by the wide-opened eyes, staring at me in surprise. ''Wait a minute, what?''

''Why did you say that he rejected Y/N, Soobin?''

''Because she was living in her bed for almost a week now, and not doing anything apart from eating, and breathing which she barely eats. I thought that he rejected you, Y/N!'' Both of them now looking at me, their puzzled glances stay on me until I start to speak, which is a very uncomfortable moment for me. ''He never officially rejected me, but with his lack of interest, finally, I understand that he doesn't want to be with me.'' With an exhausted whine, Soobin puts her head in his palm, covering her face, while Taehyung shaking his head, and he tries to hold back his laughter by biting his lip.

''Y/N, what did he say to you?'' Instead of giving him a decent response, I just shrug my shoulders because remembering the moments we had wasn't the best thing I wanted to at this moment, but eventually, I gave up. ''Well, he said that he needs some time to deal with his problems and all, that he couldn't find the answer yet, and something like this.''

''You are such a stupid person, Y/N,'' Soobin start to talk under her breaths, looking at me in disappointment, but I couldn't understand the fuss about what I said. He clearly rejected me with his behaviors, didn't he? Taehyung gets up from the couch to come to my side, holding my shoulders after sitting right beside me. ''Honey, I'm sorry but you totally misread the situation.'' his lips were still flat, but I could read the pity that he feels for me, and still I couldn't understand what they were trying to say.

''If he didn't reject you 'officially' then that's mean, he didn't reject you Y/N, because Yoongi isn't a guy who interprets his words or, his behaviors. He would totally speak to you, in a case like this.'' Taeyhung start to explaining to me, probably gets sick of my silly looks, as I can't understand what they were trying to say to me by calling me stupid. ''He is one straight guy, like the straightest.''

''Firstly, I don't think this word exists, and secondly, are you sure? Because it feels like he rejected me.'' Soobin literally growled at me, before start to talking and telling how stupid I am, all over again, and in a way, I agreed with her. ''I'm telling it for the last time, I know him, okay? I know him and yes, it is not a rejection. Get this, Y/N.'' The room buried in silence, after what she said. I tried to order my thoughts for a second beside my emotions because if it's true, and if he really didn't reject me, so that's mean I still have a shot with him. ''I guess we broke her, baby.'' Taehyung's words were nothing but a whisper for me at the moment, thrill just takes over my body, heartbeats reach my neck, goosebumps appear. Even though they explained to me more than one time now, I still couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe it mostly. Because if I hold my hopes high one more time just to drop them all over again, I couldn't bear the idea of this. I just needed to suppress it, give this possibility a good thought then, maybe I can be happy about it. Yes, this plan sounds good to me.

Well, I gave it a good amount of thought this idea, but whenever I think, it feels like it's not real at all, sounded like a dumb idea but every time I call this idea 'dumb', Soobin was there to punch me or kick, and if she can't be my side physically, she would simply call me dumb as quittance, which I find it very childish but who am I the judge? I literally stayed at my bed for weeks and cried like a highschool girl, and being a high school girl isn't a bad thing unless you are not a grown woman, who has to work for paying her bills, for food and all. I'm almost twenty-six and my behaviors would tell the very opposite.

''Y/N, we are leaving! Are you sure about not coming with us?'' Whoops! I totally forget the dinner thing, but even if I didn't forget it, I wouldn't dare to go out and face with him as nothing happened before or, how many times I thought about his feelings for me, as according to Soobin and Taehyung, he had feelings for me or, didn't reject me? Whatever it is, I just couldn't face him, so I just passed tonight's event. ''I'm pretty sure Soobin, have fun!''

''Okay, I love you, have fun!'' And after the last yelling, she closes the door very loudly that I jumped on my chair. ''Jeez. woman,'' But after a moment, her words start to itching my mind, how could I have fun in this home, with my thoughts? She was clearly mocking with me, but I decided to let it slide away. As I have to deal with my work stuff, and I meant writing when I say it because I need to get my work done or, my publisher is going to kill me eventually. Okay, maybe killing is a little exaggerated will but still, I couldn't judge her, as I came back Seoul for almost four months now, and I did nothing, rather, I have to write at least half of the book that I'm working on these days.

Hours had passed, and I could barely write a decent storyline as most of my paper had a lot of crossing on the words that I wrote but still, it was better than nothing, I guess? When I finally straighten my back cracking voice reach to my ears, shut down my eyes when I feel the pain, the ache reaches through my neck, and I sighed. I didn't know how much time had passed now, but according to my back pain, I could say that it is a lot. ''Okay, now what I am going to do?'' I ask myself out loud, lean on my back until I touch the chair, rubbing my eyes because they were itching in exhaustion. So, I stayed in this pose until I heard the door ring, which it's a semi-surprise for me, as I didn't wait for Soobin to come back this early, but probably she felt sorry for me and decided to cut the night early this time. I stand up swiftly to open the door, which I still couldn't understand why she wasn't using her keys. ''Are you too drunk to open-''

''How did you know that I'm drunk?''

''Yoongi?'' My jaw drops to my chest after seeing the boy leaning on the corner of the door, a silly grin hanging on his lips, looking at me in shock, as I 'know' that he was drunk. After a moment of not knowing what to do and failing to talk to him finally, I could be able to gather my courage to talk. ''Okay, I guess you need to come inside,'' and before I could finish my words properly, he takes a step to the small apartment, walking to the couch as he was familiar with this apartment more than me. I close the door, before following his steps, and watching him sitting to the couch cozily. ''You didn't come today,'' he said as making a statement, but it was obvious that I wasn't there with them, as he came to my place but he was drunk so I hold myself from saying something ironic. ''Do you need to drink water?''

''You didn't come,'' he just ignored my question with a very demanding voice. I didn't know what to do for a second, so I just ignored him just like him. ''Maybe coffee. So we can purify from all the alcohol, huh?''

''You didn't-''

''Yes! Yes, I didn't come today Yoongi. What are you trying to say? For god sake!'' We both look very surprised, as neither of us waiting for this aggressive yelling from me, but hearing the same thing over and over again starts to irritate me, as I could feel the tension between us growing rapidly, his chest starts to move swiftly as well as mine. I watch his expression to go angry from shock, but without waiting any minute, I continued to talk. ''I have a life beside you. You know that right? Plus, I don't need to explain it!''

''Oh you have a life, huh?'' his husky voice spread into the room, misty glares of him stayed on me, there were some emotions that I couldn't understand but decided to ignore it. ''Yes, and this surprised you because?''

''You can have a life but I can't?'' now his voice starts to raise, leaving me in shock with his statement, so he decided to continue. ''When I say that, when I say that I have a life and have something to deal with, you scold me. But here we are, you say that you have a life!''

''Okay I think you are overreacting right now, Yoongi,'' I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his reactions, which his attitudes now making me a little uncomfortable, but what I said made him angrier I guess, as now he stand up swiftly with shaky hands. ''Am I overreacting? Overreacting!'' his hands start to brush his hair, now his whole body was shaking in rage, for a second I thought he was going to throw something at me but thankfully, he did not.

''If I am overreacting then what are you doing? Why are you not coming when we all hang out? Are you chicken out for being at the same place as me? Just because I said that I need some time?'' if someone could see the two of us, probably would think that he was having a tantrum with all of these hand gestures and yelling but luckily, we were alone. But the one who is not lucky right now is no one other than Yoongi. As he called me a 'coward' after all, he has to pay this. ''I am not. Chicken out. I have some things to deal with, you know?''

''Haha. Funny but I am not buying this crap.'' his imitation of the laugh was highly ridiculous and unnecessary, but somehow he manages to trigger my anger. ''What do you want, Yoongi? One second, you want me gone, don't want to see me, but then coming to my house and scolding me. What do you want?'' breathlessness takes over me at the end of my words, semi-coughed for fixing my throat, but just when I stop talking, his husky voice covered the room. ''I'd never not want to see you, Y/N,''

''What?''

''How could you think that? I'm dying to see you every damn day, every moment.'' When he stopped talking, I just stay there quietly, staring blankly at his face because words were pretty hard to establish for me, as what his words now wandering in my mind, trying to make it sense but doesn't work. He sigh. ''I'm not a bright person like Hoseok or, funny like Jin. I don't even know how I got to be friends with them Y/N. I am not an outgoing person. I'm just a man who goes to his studio, locks himself to there, and just works on his music.''

''And you think that I am best at being funny or anything else? I called you Min Yoongi for days, Yoongi,'' I said immediately after he finishes his words because he was being ridiculous.

''Everyone loves you Y/N. You are funny, caring, pretty-'' his eyes widened after what he said, taking his sight from me to landing on the room. ''You think I'm pretty?'' I questioned because I had to. It is just too much information for me at one time. First, he says that he wants to see me every day and then calls me pretty? This man wants me dead, for sure. His shy smile appears on his lips, only to cause me more ache on the heart, taking my breath by my lungs, so we both stay silent. Nevertheless, I could hear my heartbeats, throbbing loudly, and I'm pretty sure that he could hear it too.

''Yes. Yes, I think that you are pretty, beautiful and amazing. As I know that I'm a stupid man who is afraid to break your heart or, couldn't fulfill your needs, but I am sure about one thing that I want you in my life, as more than a friend.'' he ends his words, raises his brows as waiting for an answer, but I couldn't talk at the moment. Neither I manage to talk, nor breathing. Jaw drops to the chest, mouth dried in shock, vacant stares placed on his weak smile. I waited for this moment, for almost three months, and now instead of jumping to his arms, I just stay there, petrified like a statue.

''Okay, I guess this is the time where you say that you want me in your life as more than a friend or, I am going to freak out,'' An instant laughter takes over me until I start panting, his face grows more worried now, but it was so cute. ''I.. Of course I want you in my life as more than a friend, Yoongi. Stop looking at me with those doe eyes.''

''Thank goodness! For a second you got me, Y/N,'' his chuckles echoed with mines, as his steps start to get closer to me, while I could feel my pulse on my body, wriggle on the stomach, as he holds my wrist to pull me closer, nodding as asking for permission. Rather than permitting him, I bumped my lips to his soft ones, tiny giggle slides by his mouth when he deepens the kiss.

''Did I mentioned that you are talented as well?'' he asked after breaking the kiss, caused me to chuckle, and I gave him a little hard hit on the shoulder, but he responded it with a giggle, before leaning to kiss me, he said, ''Well, just to make sure, you are very talented.''

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blizzardfluffykpop · 4 years

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Sled Snow

Summary: Sledding and then ice skating.

Oneshot

Jisung X Reader

Request by anon btw

Prompt: 8. "Sled grass eat ass and smoke fast!" (this is the tik tok version of the classic vine: "Sled fast, eat ass and smoke grass")

A/n: I do not endorse cheating the system, but you’re only on this Earth for so long.

Jisung and I have been together as a couple for a year now, we had started off talking our senior year of high school when he asked me out because he thought we would make a good pair. He wasn't wrong but God, are we chaotic, and I mean that in the nicest way possible. This Christmas we made a list of things we wanted to try, and he wanted to try "Sledding, ice skating, and kissing under the mistletoe" while I wanted to try, "Ice skating, Christmas caroling, and walking through a Christmas light festival" Two of mine were very easy and we got it done the first week of December, Ice skating, and sledding were hard to conquer. Kissing under the mistletoe had to be the easiest, because I hung it everywhere,... not because I like kissing Jisung or anything. (It gives me an easy excuse to kiss him whenever I want, not that we don't already do that).

Jisung’s first time trying sledding was atrocious, and I was cracking up because instead of staying on the sled, he fell off halfway down and the momentum kept him rolling, making him a big snowball. The next time was even funnier because he figured it out, and he looked at me with the straightest face before giving me a peace sign and yelling, “Sled grass eat ass and smoke fast!” Without another word he was going down the hill, leaving me behind him in fits of laughter while following him down the hill on my sled.

If one thing is for sure Jisung sure knows how to crack someone up, and that someone is me. After catching up I tackle him into a hug, pushing us into the snow and rolling off of him to make a snow angel. Five more sled rides and we sit down on a warm bench, watching all the little kids sled down the hill. He nudges my hand, I ignore it, he does it a few more times before he sighs and just intertwines our fingers. Oh, that's what he wanted… oops, I thought he was just gonna make a face at me. I lean into him and kiss his cheek, "Finally" he sighs, I roll my eyes, "Let's go home baby" I tell him softly, hand in hand we walk to his car. Surprisingly, instead of heading home like I thought he was, he pulls over. I look over at him with question marks written all over my face. He smiles, “There’s an ice skating rink over there and if we jump the fence we get in for free!” This goes against every single moral in my body, and I ask, “How much does it cost normally?” “Fifteen bucks a piece” I purse my lips, “Okay, I’ll jump the fence, and wait how do you know about that?” He stares at me, “I live with 8 other broke men, how do you think I know.” I laugh kissing his nose and jumping out of the car.

“Don’t you have to pay for ice skates though?” I ask him quietly, “No, that’s what the charge is supposed to cover too.” “No tickets--” “Trust me” I shrug and crawl over the fence and Jisung follows along quickly and we casually mix ourselves into the crowd. We get our ice skates, “Jisung,” he hums a reply, “how are we leaving here?” “When that big crowd over there starts going we’ll mingle into it” This man really knows how to cheat the system, and that is as impressive as it is scary.

He grabs my hands as we steady ourselves on our skates and skate around together. The snow starts softly coming down, “It’s like a winter wonderland” He laughs before he turns towards me skating backward, “Or a bad Hallmark movie.” Before I can ask, ‘what do you mean by that’, he kisses me, he answered my question alright. I grin into the kiss slowly skating with him, we break away and he looks me in the eyes, “I’m glad you’re with me.” I raise my eyebrow, “Why’s that” He kisses my nose, “Because it means I get to have moments like these. That leaves me staring up at the ceiling in my room thinking about how much I’m in love.” The red on my cheeks isn’t only from the cold now, it’s from Jisung, “I think I’m in love too, I’m not just saying that, you really do make me bashful just thinking how I’m so loved and in love.” He kisses my cheek, and looks behind me, “I think we should head home now... Not that I want this moment to end, I just don’t want to be in jail on Christmas.” I laugh and we quickly return our skates and follow the big crowd, putting our hoods up and run back to his car. I wrap my arms around him before he can go to his side of the car I spin the two of us around and kiss him softly on the lips. He wraps his arms tightly around me, bringing me closer to him, and like those stupid Hallmark movies, we kiss for a long period of time. I pull away to look at his eyes before he pulls me into another kiss.

We eventually get back into his car and we sing along to a few Christmas classics and I can’t help but stare at him. He’s everything I ever dreamed of and more, and even more chaotic. I grab his hand and he looks over at me, intertwining our fingers as he stops at a red light. “Do you want to stay the night, and we can watch some stupid Hallmark movie?” I ask softly, “I never thought you would ask.” He kisses my hand before he presses the gas pedal again.

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Accidental Red

Summary: Y/N always prepares for when Remus comes into the medical wing after his rough nights, yet her loving but clingy boyfriend wants to come spend time with her, she has no choice but to bring him. So what events will come now that Sirius has tagged along.

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Requested?: No

Warnings: Language, mention of blood.

Words: 1,263

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Long arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist, stopping her in her tracks. She didn’t need to look behind her to know it was her boyfriend, Sirius Black, and his voice only confirmed it, “Hello love,” He spoke lips brushing against her ear, bringing her as close to him as possible, “Think you can skip wherever you’re heading to and come hang out with me.”

“Oh, sod off,” She spoke, squirming out of his grip and turning to face him, noticing the gleeful smile on his face, “I’m heading to the hospital wing because I promised both Madam Pomfrey and Moony that I could help set up for when he comes back from his next transformation.” She smiled at him slightly, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, “And what kind of friend could I be if I skipped out.”

“You’re always busy Y/N, I’m beginning to think you like your other activities more than me.” He joked, watching you pretend to gasp in response, “It just feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

She turned, taking his hand and walking in the direction, “I was with you all day yesterday. And don’t you think you should give the guys some time?” She questioned, smirking at him, “I’m quite sure they are the ones that feel abandoned.”

He let out a playful huff before lifting Y/N’s hand to his lips, giving it a small kiss, “I can assure you, my dear, they are not as deprived as attention as I am.” He spoke. Showing her his puppy dog eyes that for the most part, she almost couldn’t resist.

She sighed, shaking her head as she observed the floor. Sirius released her hand, choosing to wrap an arm around her shoulders instead. She looked up at him, “How about this,” She proposed, “You come to keep me company, as long as you sit and stay.”

He frowned but agreed without argument, knowing that he was going to find a way to get his love’s full attention. The walk wasn’t much longer, and when the door to the large area came into view, Sirius rushed forwards to hold the door open, being the gentleman that he was.

She laughed, entering, “Please sit here and behave if you broke something Madam Pomfrey would have my head.” She smiled lightly, slowly walking away to do her her thing.

He frowned, sitting in his designated chair, “Just cause I can turn into one doesn’t mean I’m a full-time dog.”

She giggled, turning to face him and sending a wink in his direction, “careful Pads, I can and will put you back in the dog house.” She smirked.

Staring her dead in the eyes with the straightest face he could muster, he spoke, “Woof.” Sending her in a fit of laughter. It took a few moments for her to calm down after that, but once more, she was back to taking out the appropriate amount of bandages and other remedies. Coming across the certain thing to lessen pain, she reached up, struggling to grab it no matter how tall she tried to make herself, it was no use and Sirius had noticed, “Darling, are you sure you don’t want help?”

She smiled at him, “Don’t worry, I got it.” Reaching up again, she was able to nudge it off the shelf, but not being able to catch it in time as the glass vial came plummeting to the ground. She huffed, looking towards her boyfriend, who held a ‘You should have accepted my offer’ look. Kneeling down, she began picking up the larger shards of glass, not minding the sharp edges. One particular piece had quite a sharp edge, and as she went to throw it out, a piece slipped down her hand, cutting open the delicate skin. “Shit” She cussed, pulling her hand away from the trash.

Sirius was by her side in an instant, gently taking Y/N’s hand and leading her to a bed, assessing the cut. He smiled lightly, taking off his tie, he wrapped it around her hand, using the extra bit to wipe the blood that ran down her arm off. She smiled at him, looking into his eyes before he tended to her wound, “Hold this.” He spoke, pressing her good hand on the tie before grabbing a few bandages, a bowl of warm water and a cloth. He came back, setting them on the side before slowly unwrapping the tie from Y/N’s hand. The bleeding had lessened, and was no longer quite as heavy, giving Sirius time to clean the wound, “it’s not that bad thankfully, so there is no need to use magic,” He spoke, taking the cloth and soaking it in the water, “Just let me clean the area and wrap it. Don’t worry love, you’re in good hands.” He winked.

Y/N watched her boyfriend carefully dab at the cut, applying light pressure to certain areas, before bandaging it, making sure it’s not too tight. He then brought the hand to his lips, kissing it. She blushed, the smallest of actions were always able to arise butterflies in her stomach, or make a light crimson cross her cheeks. He just had that effect on her, and of course, he knew that. So instead she smiled, “Thank you.” She whispered.

He looked at her, leaning in to quickly capture his lips with hers, “Anything for you my love.”

She smiled, standing up and using her wand to clean up the remaining mess, while Sirius just sat and watched her, truly amazed. He always wondered how he got this beautiful, smart, all around caring beauty to fall for his laid back, cocky self, especially due to his playboy past. Y/N turned to him, noticing his stare and smiled, “The gears in your head are turning, I can tell.” She spoke, walking up to him, taking both his hands in hers, “What’s on your mind darling?”

“It’s just-” He started, unsure of what to fully say, “How did you end up to be mine?” Sirius spoke, pulling his girl onto his lap.

She laughed, snuggling into him, “I could ask myself the same thing. Out of all the girls in this school, you picked me.”

He kissed the top of her head, listening to her words as she spoke, “You’re it for me, my everything. I’d pick you out of a crowd.”

She smiled, looking up and kissed his chin, considering he had a significant amount of height compared to him. He was hers, he didn’t care about her flaws, he didn’t care about the other that he had been with, or that had wanted to be with him. He only cared for the girl in his arms now. His true beauty. She noticed his look, it was of pure admiration, and she mirrored it perfectly in a look of her own. She kissed him once more, bringing him out of his thoughts, “How about I finish up, then we’ll head back to your dorm, alright?” She smiled, lightly pecking his lips and cheeks.He nodded, pressing small kisses from her lips to the neck, trying no was too lustful, just to hold onto the affection, showing her how much he truly loved her. She sighed, slowly sliding off his lap and counting out the bandages in a much more hurried pace than how she was going before.

Sirius loved her, more then she would ever know. And for him, the Gryffindor planned to show his love, for as long as he were to live.

A/N: I haven’t written anything for the Harry Potter fandom for a while, so Sirius may be OOC as I try to get back in.

Feedback is appreciated and if you want to be tagged next time let me know!

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bittysvalentines · 5 years

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Switcheroo

From: @justlookfrightened

To: @happyzimm

I tried to give you some mild angst, through the eyes of both Jack and Bitty, with a happy ending.

No real content warnings, although sexual activity is discussed.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Happyzimm! I had a lot of fun looking through your blog before I wrote it. I hope you like it!

JLF

Switcheroo

Jack woke up and stretched. He felt … lighter than usual. Not as sore, anyway. Well, last night had been good. Really good.

He reached over to run a hand down Bitty’s side, to see if he would be amenable to waking early. Maybe reprise last night.

But when he reached over to where Bitty should be, his hand bumped the back of a shoulder rather than dropping onto Bitty’s arm. It was like Bitty had grown several inches broader across the shoulders overnight.

Jack opened his eyes and nearly jumped out of bed. Whoever that was, it wasn’t Bitty. The man was turned away so Jack couldn’t see his face, but he was big and had messy dark hair.

Then Jack saw his own hand. Or the hand attached to his arm, which was definitely not his. It was small, with slim, tapering fingers. The hair on the back of it was barely visible in the clear morning light. Blond. It was blond.

Instead of caressing his boyfriend, Jack used his small hand to prod the man’s shoulder.

“Wake up,” he whispered.

The man grumbled – a deep voice, not Bitty’s tenor – and turned over, opening ice-blue eyes.

Then he scrambled to a sitting position, arms and legs flailing.

Whoever it was was in Jack’s body, complete with pale skin, the bruise over his ribs from the Bruins game, and stretch marks that were visible as the man pulled his thighs to his chest, eyes raking over Jack.

“Jack?” the man asked in Jack’s own voice. “You look like me.”

“Bitty?” Jack said, relief flooding him at the sound of Bitty’s drawl, even if the pitch and timbre of the voice was all wrong.

“What happened?” Bitty asked, looking down at himself. “You’re … me? And I’m you?”

“I still feel like me,” Jack said. “But, yeah, it looks you have my body, and I have yours.”

***********************

Jack had to move the seat in his truck up almost as far as it would go to drive Bitty to Samwell. Actually, to drive himself to Samwell. Where he would go to Bitty’s class on the creation of consumer society and take Bitty’s French quiz.

“I can’t go,” Bitty said. “Madame Battier knows me. Or what I look like. And you can’t go to practice looking like that.”

“I don’t know, bud,” Jack said. “I think I look pretty good.”

Jack had spent extra time in the shower, getting familiar with Bitty’s body. So many things were different: The angle of the shower head was all wrong, and the front of his hair drooped into his eyes when it got wet. His toothbrush felt too big for his mouth, and when he went to shave, he realized it really wasn’t necessary.

He wore a pair of Bitty’s skinny jeans, which were more comfortable than he expected, with a black T-shirt and a flannel shirt that didn’t fit him (Jack) any more. Bitty had to help him get his hair right.

Bitty found a pair of blue sneakers in the back of Jack’s closet, refusing to wear Jack’s favorite yellow shoes. He’d pulled on a pair of Jack’s tailored jeans and a sweater, with Jack’s usual athletic gear in a gym bag in the back of the truck.

Bitty had accompanied Jack to morning skate often enough to know the Falconers’ routines. He was a good skater, a good hockey player, and he knew Jack’s style of play better than anyone.

When Jack pulled up in front of the Haus, he pulled Bitty’s messenger bag from the back seat, then tried to kiss Bitty goodbye. Except he forgot he had to look up.

“Up here,” Bitty said. “Ugh. I still sound like me, don’t I? It’s your voice and my accent. I’ll just try not to talk much to the Falcs. They’ll believe I’m you if I just grunt at them, won’t they?”

“Haha,” Jack said. “I’m planning to stay out of the Haus as much as I can. You have practice tonight, right? Maybe we can meet up and try to switch back before then.”

“And how are we gonna do that?”

“You know how last night was so good?” Jack said. “I thought maybe that’s what did it. I mean, I felt like we really connected. Maybe if we do it again, we’ll switch back.”

“You think we should …”

“Well, yeah,” Jack said.

“And not just because you want to try that in opposite bodies?”

“Not just because of that,” Jack said, then watched ablush rise in his own face, and saw himself giggle before Bitty leaned down to kiss him and climbed in the truck and drove away.

***********************

Of course Tater was the first person Bitty saw when he arrived for morning skate. Of course he wolf-whistled at what was really a very unexceptional outfit. The only reason it looked good was the body inside it, and Bitty couldn’t take any credit for that.

But Tater didn’t know that.

“Looking good, Zimmboni,” he said. “B picked out your clothes today?”

Bitty snickered – drawing a strange look from Tater – and said, “Something like that.”

“Is B coming to the game tonight?” Tater asked. “He’ll bring pie? Or jam? Or cookies?”

“Uh, I don’t think so,” Bitty said. “I think he has practice.”

“He was here, I think,” Tater said. “You sound like him, a little bit.”

Dang. Bitty shrugged. “He went back to Samwell this morning.”

Then he ducked into the locker room to change.

Warm-ups in the gym weren’t bad – between watching the other guys and knowing Jack’s routines, Bitty did alright at imitating Jack. Until he tried to lean over to stretch and couldn’t reach his ankles. How did Jack even move around like that?

Skating like Jack was more difficult. Jack was a good skater, clean and efficient in his use of edges, but he was all power. Any grace was a side effect of his commitment to getting from Point A to Point B in the straightest line possible.

Which was not at all how Bitty skated. He was powerful too, but he put his momentum to use, swinging around defenders, going right when they thought he’d go left, spinning away from defensemen instead of skating through them.

He thanked whatever deity was looking down on him that he was mostly over his checking problem, and soon realized that both giving and taking hits felt far different in Jack’s bigger body.

He thought he was succeeding at skating like Jack until he was faced with Guy looming in front of him. He deked around him, spun off of Thirdy and carried the puck in on Snowy, leaving much of the team slack-jawed in his wake.

“It’s just practice,” Thirdy said. “No need to show everyone else up, right?”

Bitty looked back, suddenly uncertain, and Thirdy grinned to show there were no hard feelings, but it looked a little shaky. Because, yeah, morning skate before a game was not the time to make the Falconers’ defensemen question their skills. And it wasn’t Thirdy’s fault; he had been expecting Jack to skate like Jack.

“What’d you have for breakfast?” Marty said. “You’re spinning around like your boyfriend.”

“B was here,” Tater chimed in.

“Then maybe don’t tell me what you ate,” Marty said. “But keep it up, kiddo.”

He kept to himself and thanked his lucky stars that Jack wasn’t the motivational speech kind of captain while he stripped out of his gear and headed for the shower. Then he dressed for the fourth time that day. No wonder Jack favored athletic clothes with as few fasteners as possible.

Bitty joined the lunch line, loading his plate with chicken (bland), sweet potatoes (baked) and steamed asparagus and broccoli. He was starving like he used to be when he was thirteen and had just started working with Katya five days a week. Jack must feel like this every day.

He took his lunch to the end of one of the tables, hoping the team would get the message and leave him alone.

“You okay?” Marty asked, speaking softly as he approached. “If I was over the line before, implying – well, if I went too far, I’m sorry.

“I’m fine,” Bitty said.

“Are you sure? Because you’re usually in a better mood when Bitty’s been in town,” Marty said. “You don’t really seem like yourself.”

You don’t know the half of it, Bitty thought.

“Yeah, I don’t feel quite right,” was all he said.

“Do you think you can play tonight?” Marty asked.

“Yeah,” Bitty said. “I’ll go home and nap and – and I’ll be fine by the game. Y’all don’t have to worry.”

Bitty re-ran the sentence in his head when he saw Marty’s delighted look. Dang.

“Y’all?” Marty said. “That kid really is rubbing off on you.”

“Haha,” Bitty deadpanned.

There was a brief film session after lunch, which Bitty tried to pay attention to, even though he was sure Jack had watched these clips last night. Then, mercifully, he could head for Samwell.

***********************

Pick me up at Annie’s? Jack texted.

He’d tried to avoid Bitty’s team, but it seemed like wherever he went on campus, he was accosted by someone Bitty knew. Nursey waved from across the quad, and Dex walked the last stretch to the history building with him, complaining about his own history class all the way. At least Dex didn’t seem offended that Bitty wasn’t talking much.

Then a woman – Jack thought it was Shruti, the women’s rugby captain – caught up to him near the D-hall, followed him to a table, and started talking about a joint fundraiser for a local charity.

Jack knew the event was happening – Bitty had been talking about for the past month – but it hadn’t seemed like something Jack needed to retain details about, especially since the details Bitty went on about were mostly what he could make for a bake sale.

After ten minutes, Shruti seemed less than impressed with his (Bitty’s) commitment to the project. That really wasn’t fair, because Bitty had probably done everything he promised. Probably at the expense of his schoolwork, even.

“Look,” Jack broke in. “I have to go study for my French quiz, but would it help if I got Jack to come and sign autographs and take selfies and such?”

Shruti pulled up short.

“That’d be great,” she finally said. “But you said at the beginning of the year that one thing you would not do was bring your boyfriend into things like this. ‘He deserves to live a normal life,’ I believe you said.”

Jack shrugged.

“The cause means a lot to him,” he ventured.

“Providing feminine hygiene supplies to a domestic violence shelter means a lot to him?”

Her disbelief was plain.

“Well, yeah,” Jack said. “Did you ever meet Shitty Knight? He played with Jack all four years.”

“Shitty who now?”

Anyway, Jack didn’t trust himself to go to the Haus.

He was standing outside Annie’s with his herbal tea, looking for his truck, when Chowder ran up to him, calling and waving.

“Bitty! Bitty, did you get the message?” he was saying.

“Uh, no?” Jack said.

“No practice. There’s a problem with the boards at Faber,” Chowder said. “You know – new Zamboni driver and all.”

“Okay,” Jack said.

“So I was wondering if maybe you’d make –”

Jack didn’t let Chowder finish.

“I think I’ll take the free night to see Jack’s game,” he said.

“Oh, okay,” Chowder said, still cheerful. “Oh, is that why you have the tea? Did you already know? Tell Jack good luck!”

“I will,” Jack promised as his truck appeared. Crap. He should have gotten a latte for Bitty.

“See you tomorrow!” Chowder said as Jack climbed in the passenger seat.

***********************

The attempt to switch back didn’t work.

With practice being canceled, It seemed like the universe was paving the way for them.

But when they got back to Jack’s condo, and tried to find the connection they’d felt in bed the night before, it just wasn’t there.

First, they had to decide just how to do things. Did it matter who had done what, or just what body had done what? When it came to some things, they just decided to play it safe and try it both ways. They couldn’t do everything like that, both because there was such a thing as a refractory period and because Jack had a game in a few hours.

Maybe they still could have found the connection, if they tried hard enough, but Jack found it distracting to feel things the way Bitty did, to find spots on Bitty’s body that he hadn’t yet discovered were extra sensitive. Bitty seemed thrown by having a bigger body than he was used to.

“Oh, my gosh, look at us,” Bitty said. He had Jack’s body curled around Bitty’s body, and Jack found the sense of being surrounded oddly comfortable. “I can cup your rear end in my hands.”

“It’s your rear end,” Jack protested. “And we knew it fit in my hands. I do that all the time.”

“I know, and now I can see why,” Bitty said. “It’s kind of fun.”

“It’s a nice feeling from here, too,” Jack said. “But I guess I never asked – is it okay that l like to do that? Do you like it?”

“Sweetpea, of course I do,” Bitty said. “You know how nice it feels now, and if I didn’t like it, I would have said. Don’t worry yourself. You’ve got a game tonight.”

“Looks like you might have a game, bud,” Jack said. “If we don’t switch back. What do you say we both get some sleep?”

“That’s probably smart,” Bitty said. “After all, we were asleep when it happened.”

***********************

Bitty knew he was still in Jack’s body when he woke up. His own body never ached so much. He slipped out of bed to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, using the whole-grain bread he baked especially for Jack, the organic peanut butter and Aunt Judy’s strawberry jam.

He was staring at the sandwich when Jack stumbled out of the bedroom.

“You’d better get ready to go, bud,” he said. “You need to wear a suit.”

“I can’t do this, Jack,” Bitty said. “Going to morning skate and team lunch is one thing. This is a game. I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can,” Jack said. “You belong out there more than I do right now. I don’t know exactly what happened, but Marty texted to see if I was feeling better, and he said, ‘As long as you skate like this morning, you’ll be fine.’”

“But I don’t play like you.”

“Just try,” Jack said. “Play like me as much as you can, but if you can do a spinorama and make a shot, feel free. You’re a good player, Bits. I’ll be there watching; I texted George to get a ticket for you.”

An hour later, Eric walked into the arena, dressed in Jack’s charcoal gray suit with his favorite blue tie. He changed again – for the the sixth time? – and took the ice for warm-ups. He didn’t look for Jack in the crowd. He just skated his circles and took his shots, and made sure to make encouraging noises at the rookies.

Then the game was starting and Bitty skated into position across from Foligno for the faceoff.

He lost it and had to chase the puck. The Jackets passed it around until Poots managed a steal and Bitty chipped it down ice and came off.

He won his first faceoff on his third shift, mostly by not thinking about it and letting Jack’s hands do what Jack’s hands did.

By the middle of the second period, the game was tied 1-1. Bitty didn’t feel like he (Jack) was having his best game, but he was holding his own. Then Thirdy leaned over and said, “Skate like this morning, man. You gotta get around them.”

So Bitty did. He won a faceoff from Foligno, passed to Poots at the blue line and headed into the zone past Savard. Then he took the pass back, spun away from Johnson, and buried the puck over Bobrovsky’s right shoulder.

His hands were still in the air when he realized he wasn’t on the ice. He was on his feet, in the stands, wearing his own jeans and Jack’s jersey over a T-shirt, cheering for himself. His eyes were on Jack, now on the ice, looking right where Bitty was sitting.

He pointed at Bitty, skated past the bench for fist-bumps, and lined up for the faceoff.

Bitty pointed back and sat down to enjoy the rest of the game.

***********************

Jack pointed at Bitty in the stands, embraced Poots, and headed for the faceoff dot.

He didn’t know how he got here from the stands, but he wasn’t about to question it.

Later, driving back to the condo, Jack said, “Congratulations on your first NHL goal.”

“Not really,” Bitty said.

“Yes, really,” Jack said. “You might have been in my body, but it was all you. Maybe that was the point of the switch – for you to know you could do that.”

“Maybe,” Bitty said. “But the NHL was never my dream. Maybe the point was for you to know I could do it.”

“I always knew that, bud,” Jack said.

“Do the words ‘checking practice’ and ‘lucky shot’ ring any bells?”

“Okay, not always, but for a long time,” Jack said.

“Maybe it’s just – the ice is how we met, and how we got to know each other, and how we came out,” Bitty said. “Maybe it’s just a little ice magic for us, because on the ice is when we’re most ourselves.”

“Maybe,” Jack said. “I’m glad we’re back to normal, though. I’ve missed looking at you.”

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huffle-puppy · 6 years

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The Stars That Bind

@drew-winchester, I promised two things--that I’d write something happier, and that I’d write this scene. This is about as opposite in tone from my previous fics for you as I could get, which is a happy thing! (And I’m glad to be writing of happiness--I’ve had a rough few months with school that have blessedly finally evened out; else I’d’ve gotten this out to you sooner.) Enjoy :3

Khadgar woke up with a weight over his chest. His eyes darted open, quick and anxious that the Legion was attacking again and somehow had made it into the city--

Perry’s lips met his, soft and full.

He lay there a moment, disoriented but quickly returning to the present, before wrapping up his beloved in a tight hug, kissing her back tenderly.

The morning light strode in upon them from behind the curtains, casting a soft glow about her. She pulled back slightly, folding her hands over his heart and setting her chin on them, bright eyes and sweet smile bathing his face in radiance.

“Good morning, Sun,” she murmured, voice a quiet song against his ears.

“G’morning, Stars,” he replied, stretching and yawning and settling back, hugging her close again. “What’s… time?”

“It’s something the Bronze Dragons know a lot about, dear.” Perry giggled and kissed his chin. White stubble prickled against her lips, and she nuzzled against it, scrunching up her nose. “You’re getting to be a cactus.”

Khadgar sighed, a smile playing at his lips. “I can shave.”

Perry laughed. “I don’t mind you being my Cactus-Mage~!”

She kissed his chin again and moved back out of his arms. Khadgar sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, pausing looking her over. She was already dressed to go out, leather armor worn and heavy. Reliable, thick and not made for showing off the person beneath, but still…

“Are you staying in bed all day, my love?”

Khadgar blinked and shook his head slightly. “Hm?”

Perry smiled softly, tucking a white strand of hair behind one elven ear. “Are you staying in bed all day? You paused, looking at me.”

He blushed lightly. “Of course I paused, looking at you. Why wouldn’t I pause, love?”

She giggled, a dash of purple rushing over her pink features, but gave no reply. He smiled and hoisted himself up out of bed, cleaned himself off, and dressed to go in robes that had seen so much conflict.

“So, where to?” he asked, meeting her at the door.

Perry’s smile faded. “Darkshore. Even with-- Even with things settled, and Deathwing finally gone--”

“There’s still so much to do,” Khadgar murmured.

She nodded, face set in determination and courage. His heart moved faster, looking into her eyes, and he took a breath to steady himself, nodding back. They would do as much good as they could, today. And-- perhaps--

Well, perhaps it was time.

There was, after all, something waiting in Ashenvale he’d set up. The elves there were patient; they’d still be waiting, surely--

Khadgar summoned a portal around them, and moments later it crackled and crept away again to the ether, and they stood huddled together against the Lor’danel winds.

The shoreline bathed them in what should have been a resplendent serenity. The water broke along the edge of the town and down the sandy beach for miles, waves cresting and filling the air with sighs of power before they receded and another took their place. The trees seemed almost to hum against the wooded edge of Lor’danel, and the occasional wisp darted too and fro merrily. Animals wandered in curiously to be greeted by the tall, friendly populace, and beyond the ocean’s edge, far out into the water--just a bit too far to comfortably swim--the massive tree Teldrassil stood, looming, a pillar to the everlasting victory of nature and nurtured hope. Home of the Night Elves, Perry’s people--

His beloved, Khadgar noted, maintained her brave demeanor, yet the occasional small fidget in her fingers let him see a tired anxiety beneath. Perry was, after all, as small as he himself was, compared to the tall elves, and, though they for the most part seemed quite polite, he knew every race to have some inborn judgmental streak. He himself had worked hard to turn off those thoughts when working with Orcs, and even then some residual murmurs rumbled about.

“Anywhere specifically you had in mind, my dearest?”

He took her hand in his, warm and strong, and the fidget ceased as she glanced back at him. Her brief, sweet smile lit up his soul.

“There’s a refugee camp a few miles down the road,” Perry said. “They were hit hard after Auberdine collapsed. The elementals and cultists in the area were taken care of, but I’m sure they could use all they help they could get, right now.

Khadgar nodded, found the Saber-Keeper in the town, and chartered a ride down the shoreline to the Auberdine ruins. Perry was delighted to climb on the back of the large saber cat, and Khadgar, who had far less experience with them, tried to remain as pleasantly calm as possible. If he could deal with the Legion out in Outland, it was absolutely foolish that a giant cat would scare him!

Especially considering that Perry, being a druid, could turn into a (albeit smaller) cat with just as ferocious claws and fangs.

Although, perhaps he should be frightened. She was, after all, the last person he ever wanted to make angry…

Perry giggled as he hugged her waist tighter. “It’s just a big lovable kitty, Khadgar!” she called back against the wind rushing around them. He said nothing, smiled, and hugged her tighter still.

Soon enough, they got to the ruins of the once-great Auberdine. Khadgar looked on in sorrow at the great devastation wrought upon the town; buildings fractured and sunken into the ground; water and sand consuming the foundations; massive jutting cracks of earth spearing upwards, carving through the old town roads and homes.

Perry looked on with him, pain inexpressibly quiet in her eyes, before turning back to the saber and thanking it for taking them this far, petting its long mane and making it trot over to Khadgar and poke its fluffy head under his hand. The mage started, looking down at it quickly, then chuckled and gave it a suitable reward of scritches before it trotted back to the road and took off back to Lor’danel.

“Let’s find this camp, then,” Khadgar said. Perry moved over, taking his hand and squeezing it tight, and together they walked on past the Auberdine ruins.

The camp didn’t take too long to find; off the main path leading out from the town, by the road’s sign-post, a large area of grass had been trampled down. Upon it, tents were erected from tarps that had seen better weather and the straightest fallen branches the elves could find. Against the back edge, a caravan was parked, and from it, various clothes and medical supplies were being distributed and stored away again. A scarce number of refugees huddled together against the winds, barely fifty by Khadgar’s count; less than half of the town’s populace. However, he knew, trying to shine hope back on that bleak thought, that any in better shape would’ve already made their way up to Lor’danel.

Dentaria Silverglade, a Priestess of the Moon, pale skin accentuated by her white satin robes, looked up from one of the refugees on the ground. She stood, taller than either the human or his elven lover, but nonetheless bowed in respect.

“May I help you two?”

“That’s what we wanted to ask you,” Perry said softly. The elves of the camp watched the newcomers wearily, but Perry’s gaze stayed focused on the Priestess. The taller woman blinked, then smiled.

“Help would be appreciated,” Dentaria replied. “I fear the tasks will be menial and few; we have most of what we need. Nonetheless, we would not turn down your offer.”

Khadgar smiled. “What do you need, Priestess?”

Dentaria turned her gaze to him. One of the elven mages of the camp, recognizing Khadgar, offered him a brisk salute before continuing his work.

“Firewood to last the night and any herbs you can find--especially anything edible, though those with toxins we can use in salves and treatments.”

The couple set off into the Darkshore woods.

Khadgar, determined not to upset any of the wonderful trees--and any forest critters whose homes were in there--limited himself only to branches that had fallen. There were, blessedly, many of them, and it wasn’t long before he had to summon arcane servants to carry the back-breaking load of firewood.

Perry, meanwhile, who they determined was far more likely to recognize specific herbs from any tall blades of overgrown grass, sprinted along in the forest, pausing by the edge of a nearby river, looking along the base and roots of each tree, giving her pleasant regards to the bears and stags and cats that roamed free through the area.

An hour passed this way, and they returned to camp with what they’d amassed.

Dentaria, surprised and delighted, thanked them both for their efforts. There was, as she commented bashfully, however very little the camp could give back, including even such a meager reward as lunch. Perry laughed, shaking her head, saying sweetly that no reward was necessary. The knowledge they were safer and better off was reward enough.

The elves of the camp watched her more intently, some even smiling. Small in stature and different as she was, there was a pure heart beneath an irresistible smile.

Khadgar certainly thought so, lost once more in her presence. It was definitely time, he thought to himself.

He took her hand, thanking the Priestess and wishing the camp well, and summoned another portal. Perry stepped through it first, he followed, and they came out at the wondrous Astranaar, further down the continent in Ashenvale.

The elven town, larger than Auberdine and intact, bustled with its occupants. Night Elves went too and fro, mostly uninhibited, though the occasional Sentinel, Draenei, or Worgen wandering through broke the quiet hum of their forest lives. Around them all, the trees sighed and leaned in, protection; beyond them, a natural river carved around the island of the town.

A safe haven, beautiful, sweet.

Perry looked around, smiling brightly. “Khadgar? We’re having lunch here?”

Khadgar smiled to himself, glancing around. The tailor of the town, sitting out on his front porch and watching the world, got up and bowed to the mage, going inside his shop.

“Khadgar?”

Perry looked back to him, smile still lighting up her features. Khadgar met her gaze, thoughts racing and heart starting to pound harder, nervous. Perry blinked.

“That’s a very wistful smile to have, my darling.” Perry moved to him, taking his hands. “What’s clouding your thoughts?”

Khadgar looked around, sighing. The trees were so old and so wonderfully strong. Some of the branches overlapped; some even intertwined. Old souls spinning their way up to the heavens.

Khadgar took a deep breath, looking back to his beloved.

“Peregrïn Starfallen.”

Perry blinked again, eyes opening wider after. Her breath slowed, and her face colored purple. After all this time, hearing him say her name in such soft, rich tones still made her heart skip.

Khadgar started to say something, paused, then chuckled and looked down, hand moving into a pocket of his robes and fishing about for something.

“I-- Well. Perry. I’m not-- I know I’m not the best with speeches and eloquence--” He pulled something out of his pocket, something small, that she couldn’t see quite yet-- “--and I also know, beyond any magic I’ve learned; books I’ve memorized-- histories, anything-- that I love you. I love being near you. I love every moment I have with you. So I’m going to do something that terrifies me, irrationally, far more than any demon invasion.”

Khadgar knelt down before her, looking up with a faint smile. Perry’s breath caught, and the world around was silent, in awe, watching them. Khadgar revealed the small box he’d pulled from his robe, opening it to show a ring, a carved perfect pearl inset among the petals of a pure white starflower.

“Peregrïn Starfallen, will you grant me the privilege of being your husband?”

Perry gulped. A faint smile slowly danced along her face. She opened her mouth to speak, shut it again, and nodded, smile growing faster and faster. Khadgar let out a deep breath, relaxing, taking her hand in his, warm and gentle, so much coarser with war, and slid the cold band onto her slender finger.

She looked at it, grinning ear to ear, then threw her arms around him as he stood again, kissing him with deep, tender passion. He held her close, kissing back with as much loving energy.

How long she held that intimate contact, she didn’t know. Time was nonexistent. All that there was was him.

She did finally pull back with a giggle, blushing deep purple. “Why, d-- darling, was that so much more terrifying?”

Khadgar blushed, looking away sheepishly. “If you said no…”

Perry wrinkled her nose and covered his cheek and neck with a myriad of soft kisses, hugging him tighter.

“Do you really think, Khadgar, that I would have ever refused you? I love you with all my being. Wherever you are; whatever happens-- I will forever be yours, and you mine.”

Khadgar smiled, nuzzling her cheek.

Perry paused, still blushing. “Does this mean now we have to go mad with inviting everyone and decorations and…?”

She trailed off, wincing. Khadgar chuckled, nodding over to the tailor’s hut.

Perry glanced over. The tailor smiled and waved, beckoning her to come in. She blinked up at Khadgar.

“You didn’t… did you?”

He chuckled. “I thought it’d be easier than trying to create a big fuss for weeks on end and rescheduling everyone’s lives…”

She blushed and moved over curiously to the tailor’s shop, disappearing inside. Khadgar gulped, moving over to the row of houses against one side of the town. The Night Elves beamed, appraising him, and the tailor’s wife handed him a bundle, bowing deeply. Khadgar took it, bowing back, saying in his best elven that he was extremely grateful to her and her husband before moving off to change.

The sun, just starting to dip down in the sky, cast a golden glow through the leaves, sending shadows and beautiful patterns of nature scattered along the ground. Secluded in a small grove at the edge of Astranaar, a Moonwell of glowing, pure waters cast an ethereal light. The townsfolk were seated pleasantly or standing by the ring of trees, leaving room down the middle aisle. In the pure waters, another Priestess of Elune stood, covered in light robes and a thick, deep hood, so that the Goddess herself could see through her.

Khadgar stood at the Moonwell’s edge at her command, dressed in an elven suit of fine white silks. He breathed as evenly as he could, yet nothing could prepare him as the crowd let out a murmur of reverence. He turned.

Perry stood at the end of the aisle. The tailor had outdone himself: her wedding gown rolled smoothly along her top half, outlining her with dignity and regality fit for an angel itself. It was cut deep along her front and back, and along her shoulders and the border of the cut, white rose petals had been sewn in, adorning her with the delicate beauty of the finest craftsmanship nature had. The sleeves ended at the elbow loosely, and white lace, dazzled with jewels tenderly shaped in floral arcs, wound its way up to her wrist and along the back of her hands.

Seamlessly, the tight fabric billowed out along her hips and below, giving such slender folds as the robes the maidens of the stars might wear. Against her hip was fashioned a five-pointed flower of huge white petals, and along her ears the glitter of small chains connecting piercings hung down.

Perry met his gaze with a soft smile, vulnerable but without any shyness. She was his to behold.

And behold he did. That such a sight of magnificence and beauty could ever appear before him, much less be wed to him--

“Light above,” he managed to mumble.

Perry made her way down the aisle to him, slow, steady strides. The dress billowed around her feet but never once threatened to get caught under them. The crowd murmured in awe as she passed them by, shining brighter than any star above, bathed in the soft glow of the sunlight and the glistening purity of the Moonwell.

She came to her beloved’s side and stood still, facing him, a blush spreading slowly along her features as she looked over his visage. He was a statue come to life; so perfectly, achingly handsome, white hair and drawn face; strong and tall, sleek and powerfully magnetic in his suit, drawing her in without any attempt. Elven patterns wound around his chest, and she resisted hard the urge to brush her fingers along every one of them.

The Priestess took a deep breath, reaching her hands up to the heavens. The lovers looked to her as the Moonwell shined brighter. She brought her arms down, slow, slow…

Her voice rang out, deep and high, charged with power:

“I am the Queen of the Starry Vaults, the residing Mistress of Heaven, the Moon in all her phases and majesty. I preside now over the union of two mortals, their paths irreversibly entwined; their souls, in my will, to bind together for all the eons left that Time shall spin its webs. Lest this be done with error, I offer first the chance to any and all who can think of a reason why these two may not wed. Speak, if you have words with which to speak.”

The elves of Astranaar and all of nature beyond stayed silent.

The Priestess of Elune bowed, then held out her hands.

“Join hands and step into my waters.”

Khadgar glanced at Perry. She glanced back. They smiled faintly, and with interlaced fingers stepped up the steps to the Moonwell and into the pure waters. Despite the liquid, though, neither their legs nor their garments seemed to get the slightest bit wet.

“Face each other.”

They did, and it took all their will not to embrace, their beaming faces full with such sweet intimacy.

“Take both hands.”

They did, interlacing their fingers; no balance of power between them save equality in love.

The Priestess produced from her robes two golden cords, tying them one at a time around either set of hands. Neither Perry or Khadgar even felt the fabric, too busy looking into each other’s eyes. The Priestess receded again to her place.

“Speak the vows of the Soul, and give your ties meaning.”

“Khadgar. To you, I give the years of my life. To you, I give the air and the fire, and all my power with which you may do as you will. I give you my unending devotion, my loyalty, and all the hours and chambers of my heart. Within you, I give a piece of my soul, to nourish and cherish and grow, to be your calm in any storm of life, to be your shield and defense, to be your sword and guardian. I give to you all I have, all I shall ever be, and all that I am. Until Time’s wheel cracks and the echoes of Eternity fall silent again in the realm of the Divine, I pledge my soul as yours.”

Perry spoke softly, murmuring without even knowing the words. They flowed neat and beautiful from her mouth, and with each syllable the golden cords along their arms glowed brighter.

“Peregrïn. To you, I give the years of my life. To you, I give the water and the earth, and all my power with which you may do as you will. I give you my unending service, my faithfulness, and all the hours and chambers of my heart. Within you, I give a piece of my soul, to nourish and cherish and grow, to be strength in any time of hardship, to be your shield and defense, to be your sword and guardian. I give to you all I have, all I shall ever be, and all that I am. Until the Stars crumble from the sky and the Divine Beings of Elune and Eonar fall once again to the next cycle of Creation, I pledge my soul as yours.”

Khadgar’s words came out smooth and entranced. The golden cords burned bright as the sun along their arms.

“Kiss,” Elune murmured, “and be One.”

The lovers kissed, and everything melted away. The cheer of the Night Elves around them, the electricity sparkling through the air, the wisps watching on, the trees, the earth, the sky: nothing was there. They stood together, pressed together, lips caressing, a zenith of all they could be. They felt each other, knew each other, and beyond the plane of mortality, their souls entwined and held fast, pieces of a grand cosmic puzzle that had found each other after so very long.

The Priestess gently undid the cord, and the kiss broke. Perry and Khadgar looked at each other, breathing hard in a daze, the static of their connection no less heightened than it was, no less than it ever would be now. The Night Elves were clapping in a steady rhythm, and they looked together to the end of the aisle where a broom had been placed along the ground.

Jump over it together, enter the new life.

They grinned to each other, rushing forward, the world passing by in a smooth shifting set of colors, and in one motion, they were over the broom and out of the glade, off into the world.

Rain started to fall from new clouds above. Perry glanced up and laughed. Khadgar grinned, still watching her gorgeousness, still squeezing her hand tight. He summoned another portal, taking them to an inn by the quieter end of Ashenvale, near the border of Darkshore overlooking the ocean. Without breaking stride, he went in with her, lifted her up into his arms, and carried her to the room the innkeeper had set aside for him--the best one there was to offer.

There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her; nothing she wouldn’t do for him. Without a second thought, they were bound for this and every lifetime. Husband and Wife. Khadgar and Peregrïn.

#World of Warcraft #peregrïn #Khadgar #khadgrin #elune #marriage #wedding #drew winchester #hopefully good tears this time

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There’s Something About Bakugou (3/4)

title: There’s Something About Bakugou

summary: After Bakugou is hit by a villain’s unknown quirk that produces some strange side effects, both Uraraka and Kirishima have a very interesting day trying to help him.

notes: That moment when you start shipping something as a joke and then it becomes very serious and you don’t know what happened. How did it end up like this? It was only a kiss. Turns out I really like to write Uraraka and Kirishima. They’re both made of sunshine.

While waiting for the third party that would help defuse the lust bomb that Bakugou had become, Uraraka and Kirishima had tried to distract each other with smalltalk, but it was so difficult when there was an insanely horny Bakugou in the other room. They couldn’t avoid or ignore him, but they didn’t want to talk about it either. How do you not think about the fact that the guy you like wants to sleep with you and their best friend or you and their… favorite co-worker?

Now that she thought about it, Uraraka wasn’t quite sure what she was to Bakugou. She thought of them as friends, but Bakugou very rarely admitted to such things, even if he did have them.

There was also the fact that Kirishima had more or less admitted that, if he had been in Bakugou’s position right now, this whole thing would still be happening. It made Uraraka blush all over again just thinking about it, so she tried not to, but then she'd find herself thinking about him in his hero costume and that brought all sorts of other thoughts to the table.

Honestly, had she been hit by that lust quirk or had it rubbed off on her in some way?

She must have been in a daze again when Kirishima waved a hand in front of her, “Earth to Uraraka.” She jumped a little and snapped her eyes back to his. “You okay? Well, you know, besides the obvious.”

Uraraka painted a smile on her face. “Oh, yeah! I’m good.”

Back in the bedroom, Bakugou had gone silent again, but he’d spent the past twenty minutes kicking and banging against the ceiling and coming up with some pretty inventive things that he wanted to do, which had made it difficult for them to ignore the whole situation. Now that he was quiet, it should’ve been easier, but she couldn’t just pretend that they were simply hanging out in Bakugou’s living room for no reason.

“Hey, after the weird day we’ve had, I think we can be honest with each other,” Kirishima pointed out with a chuckle.

“You’re right,” Uraraka sighed. “I’m just…”

“Embarrassed?” Kirishima offered. “After what we just went through and established?” Uraraka floundered a little, but the nodded her head. This whole thing was embarrassing. How was she going to face Bakugou at work once the quirk wore off? She’d let him kiss her senseless, handcuffed him, and floated him to the ceiling. “Trust me. Nothing is going to faze me at this point.”

Playing with the pads of her fingers, Uraraka looked down at her feet. “Did you really mean it when you said…?” No, she shouldn’t even ask that question. What was the point? To torture each other more? To make things even more awkward? He clearly liked Bakugou. She was acting dumb. “You know what? Never mind. I’m being silly.”

“Did I mean it when I said that I’d be all over you if I’d been hit by that lust quirk?” Kirishima continued for her. She glanced at him for only a second and then bobbed her head side-to-side to let him know that he was on the right track. “Hell yeah I meant it. You were cute at school. Man, Kaminari had such a huge crush on you--”

“W-what?” Uraraka exclaimed.

Kirishima cringed a little, but he was still grinning. “Maybe don’t tell him I said that.” She didn’t even know what to think of that, seeing as how she’d never known. Then again, she’d been so distracted by her crush on Deku and then school to become a hero that she hadn’t been the most observant when it came to herself. “But you’re pretty damn hot now.”

She snorted. “It’s okay if you’re just joking. I wouldn’t be upset.”

“I’m not joking!” Kirishima told her. “I’m being serious here.” He could tell that she didn’t believe him and it was frustrating him. “Okay, I was kind of joking at first because I didn’t know how you felt and I didn’t want to make you even more uncomfortable than you already were, but I’ll be honest. I really wasn’t.”

Uraraka shrugged her shoulders helplessly. “It’s just hard to take it seriously.”

“Why?” Kirishima sounded genuinely confused and looked it too as he gazed at her.

“Because, you know, you’re…” Uraraka waved a hand at him.

Kirishima looked down at himself. “You just pointed to all of me.”

“Yeah!” Uraraka exclaimed. “You’re like...all muscle-y and strong, handsome and kind, and stuff!”

A splash of pink covered Kirishima’s face, like he was blushing, but that was absurd. She couldn’t make Kirishima blush, not when she was just being honest. “Kind, huh? Didn’t know being kind was that big of a deal, seeing as how Bakugou isn’t known for being sweet.”

“You are,” Uraraka pointed out. “It’s one of the most attractive things about you -- besides looking like you could bench press a car.” This time Kirishima was the one to snort. “So it just seems impossible that you’d think that about me.”

Kirishima just looked at her. “Bakugou was right: you are weird.” She harrumphed and he grinned at her. “If I’d been hit by that lust quirk, you would’ve had to tie me up just the same to keep me from jumping you. Bakugou’s not the only one that’s noticed those thighs and butt.”

This whole situation was absurd. She didn’t know why she’d started this conversation. It wasn’t like her to bring up topics that would make someone say something that would stroke her ego. She didn’t go fishing for compliments. She didn’t go fishing for anything. She just stayed in her little bubble, pining and hoping that she wouldn’t always just be the cute or sweet friend and not doing anything about it.

Honestly, she was really tired of being like that.

With a swell of courage that she hadn’t thought herself capable of before, Uraraka stepped forward, cupped his Kirishima’s face, and kissed him straight on the lips. At first, he reacted about as well as she’d expected, clearly caught off guard, but then he responded enthusiastically, grabbing her by her hips and pushing her back against the fridge so hard that it rattled.

When they broke apart for air, Uraraka’s entire face burned red and she buried her face in her hands. “Oh my god! I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking and I just--” She was going to die of humiliation today.

“It’s okay,” Kirishima said, sounding a little breathless and bemused. “I think it’s clear I didn’t mind.”

“Please, don’t…” She peered at him in between her fingers. “Don’t think that I’m like…” Kirishima raised an eyebrow and she dropped her hands. “I let Bakugou kiss me and then I kissed you and I don’t--”

Kirishima pulled his hands from her hips and put them on her shoulders to steady her. “Breathe, Uraraka.” She did as she was told, taking a deep breath and staring back at him. As she did, the blush slowly left her cheeks. “We’re in a really tense and confusing situation.” He smiled at her. “Honestly, I feel better after that. The tension was getting so thick that I was beginning to go crazy.”

Uraraka gave him a tremulous smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Kirishima pat her on the cheek. “We’re good.”

Right then, there was a knock at the door and both of them startled so bad that they physically jumped away from each other, except Uraraka was up against the fridge and hit the back of her head. She muttered a swear that she’d learned from Bakugou last week under her breath and rubbed the back of her head while Kirishima made his way over to the door and opened it.

“Thank gods you’re here,” Kirishima greeted.

Deku stepped inside, looking distinctly confused. When he had asked for the address over the phone, it had occurred to Uraraka that he had never been inside Bakugou’s place. However, after a brief look around, he nodded his head, as if this was what he’d expected. It was his day off, so he was in regular clothes. She felt bad about calling him over here -- they’d interrupted one of the few times that Deku and Todoroki had off together -- but short of calling his mom (which neither Kirishima nor Uraraka could handle), Deku was their best option.

“So, uh, what’s going on?” Deku asked curiously. “You sounded frazzled on the phone.”

Uraraka and Kirishima looked at each other and then she stepped forward. “Long story short, Bakugou got hit with some sort lust quirk that makes him crazy around the people that he’s attracted to.”

“Oh.” Deku looked at them, his head swiveling back and forth. “Oh!” A nervous smile appeared on his face as both Uraraka and Kirishima tried to stare back at him with the straightest faces possible. They were not going to say it out loud. “That would explain those marks on your neck.” Uraraka tried to cover hers up again while Kirishima shook his head. The damage was done. “What do you need me here for then?”

“Every time we go near him, he loses his shit and basically tries to hump whoever is closest,” Kirishima said, which caused Uraraka to put her hands over her mouth to keep herself from making the world’s most awkward laugh. “We did some digging and it looks like the quirk is cancelled out when they’re around someone they feel…in the opposite way for.”

Deku nodded his head again. “You mean, someone Kacchan doesn’t like.”

“It sounds so mean when you say it like that,” Kirishima mumbled.

“It’s all good,” Deku said with a chuckle. “Kacchan and I will never be friends like normal people, but we can at least respect and work with each other these days.” He smiled brightly. “At least I can help him now, although I’m sure it will just anger him even more.”

“It’s either this or the hospital,” Uraraka said.

Taking off his jacket, Deku asked, “So where is he?”

“In the bedroom,” Kirishima said, pointing to the closed door on his left.

Before Deku could step inside and face Bakugou, Uraraka remembered something important. “Oh, wait!” Deku looked at her questioningly. “He’s kind of...handcuffed and floating on the ceiling right now. I don’t want to release my quirk if he’s not over the bed. He was moving around earlier.”

“I don’t even want to ask how you managed that,” Deku sighed. He pushed up his sleeves, opened the door, and stepped inside.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Bakugou roared upon seeing neither Kirishima nor Uraraka. “GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, DEKU!”

Deku looked back at them and gave a thumbs up, saying, “You’re good,” and Uraraka released her quirk. She saw Bakugou collapse on the bed with a furious grunt. They briefly connected eyes and a fire scorched in his red eyes hot enough to make her take a step back, but then Deku kicked the door shut as Bakugou startled to scramble awkwardly off the bed. There was a heavy thump against the door that looked close to breaking it. “Put a chair under the knob for good measure!”

Kirishima did just that, jamming the back of a kitchen chair under the doorknob, and then jumped back when the door rattled again. “Sorry, Bakugou, it’s for your own good!”

“You better let me fucking out of here, Kirishima,” Bakugou threatened on the other side.

“No can do, bro.”

“Kacchan, just relax and take a breather,” Deku said calmly. “You’re dealing with the side effects of a quirk.”

“I don’t want you in here with me!” Bakugou snapped. “Where the hell is Uraraka?”

“She can’t come in here,” Deku told him. “Neither can Kirishima.”

A low growl from Bakugou was followed by a brief moment of silence where Uraraka stared at the door. She somehow knew that Bakugou was leaning against it right now. She could hear him panting from the effort. Everything in him must have been screaming to get to either her or Kirishima -- to find some sort of release with them. She hoped that the quirk was making things physically painful.

“You don’t understand,” Bakugou said, his voice strained as if his entire body was tensed up. “You don’t know what she feels like -- what she tastes like. I can’t just… I don’t just want her. I need her.”

The quirk must have been stronger with her because he’d had more of her. Well, he hadn’t had her, but they had been making out pretty hot and heavy there for a moment. He’d only had a brief taste of it with Kirishima. The quirk did seem activate by touch and he’d done a lot of touching with her. Oh boy, she was never going to live this down. None of it.

“I know,” Deku sighed, “but part of that is the quirk talking. Try to think clearly.”

It wasn’t all of the quirk, but some of it was at least. Maybe that was why this whole ordeal stung a little. Maybe he was attracted to her, but it might only be in passing or...as just a piece of ass. Maybe he didn’t really care about her at all. The more she thought about it, the more morose she got. It must’ve shown on her face because Kirishima put a hand on her shoulder and smiled at her.

“I think it might be best if you two leave for a while,” Deku told them from the bedroom. “Get some take out or something.” He paused. “Maybe a drink or two. I feel like this is going to be a long night.”

“So I’m stuck here with just you?” Bakugou demanded.

“Look at it this way,” Deku replied. “If they leave, I can let you out of the bedroom.”

Bakugou groaned. “You are literally the last person I want to spend the night with right now.”

Already she could tell the difference in Bakugou’s behavior. He might’ve been pissesd, but he was calmer at least. He wasn’t screaming any obscenities or making comments about what he wanted to do to them. Uraraka wasn’t quite sure she was ever going to recover from Bakugou saying in detail how he wanted to go down on her. Even Kirishima had been stunned into silence. But now Bakugou was being more rational. He was responding instead of lashing out. Deku being in there with him was working.

Kirishima tugged on her wrist as he started for the front door. “Shoot us a text if you need anything. We’ll warn you when we’re on our way back.”

While Uraraka was reluctant to leave Bakugou (and she knew Kirishima felt the same way), it was for the best. They could do little more than tease Bakugou by being here right now. Besides, it would feel good to finally change out of her hero costume. It was much too tight. They could swing by her place and then pick up some food.

“He’ll be fine,” Kirishima insisted as they made their way down the stairs.

Uraraka let out a breath, but then nodded her head. Of course, she was worried about Bakugou, but she knew that he was in good hands with Deku, who was one of the few people that would be able to overpower Bakugou if he did try to break loose. She trusted Deku. Hopefully, by the morning, the quirk would be completely worn off with Deku around and Bakugou would be back to himself.

Instead of feeling any sort of relief though, Uraraka only felt more nervous. Bakugou back to normal was going to be really awkward after today. She had absolutely no idea how he was going to react to any of this.

#ochako uraraka #ejirou kirishima #katsuki bakugou #bnha #mha #izuku midoriya #kirikacchako #kirichako #kiribaku #kacchako #kirikacchako fic #SHIP ALL THE SHIPS #tododeku #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #the things of songs #what have i become

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If You’re Not Watching “The Magicians” At This Point, You’re Missing Out On Something Great

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When it comes to the shows that hog all the attention in our era of peak TV, The Magicians is nowhere near the top of the list. Mainstream conversations about fantasy TV are often limited to the wild success of Game of Thrones, and The Magicians is nestled into an underrated corner of TV on the Syfy network. It’s easy for any series to get a little buried when there are 500+ shows and the Stark family around. But if we’re judging on ambition and inventiveness, The Magicians is one of the most notable shows on television — and its third season, which wraps up this week, proved that point over and over again. It’s a show that plays with story convention so consistently it blows up any boundaries that might hold it back.

Technically, The Magicians is built on the familiar. Based on Lev Grossman’s book series of the same name, the show began in 2015 as a sort of advanced-age Harry Potter meets Chronicles of Narnia. Unlike Hogwarts, the Magicians’ magic school — Brakebills — serves grad school students instead of children. When the characters discover and eventually become kings and queens of Fillory, their own version of Narnia, the escapist world operates as a Technicolor meditation on what it means to embrace adult responsibility. The series is also a direct descendant of Buffy the Vampire Slayer: It follows a group of ragtag young people as they repeatedly try to save the world. The characters fight through depression, sexual assault, addiction, and the general sense that things may never get easier. That’s all classic, well-trod territory. Which makes it all the more impressive that The Magicians inspires the feeling that it’s doing it all for the first time.

Here are just a few of the elements that make it stand out.

It’s one of the best ensemble shows about a group of twentysomethings.

From left: Stella Maeve as Julia, Olivia Taylor Dudley as Alice, Appleman as Eliot, Bishil as Margo, Jason Ralph as Quentin, and Arjun Gupta as Penny in a promotional shot for The Magicians.

The Magicians has always had a stellar cast of characters on its side — a group of friends brought together via Brakebills and overlapping heroes’ journeys. They’ve fought moth-faced villains and conquered gods, each character an integral part of a larger and pretty magnificent whole. Eliot (Hale Appleman) has a palpable regality in both his look and his soul; Margo (Summer Bishil) has blossomed as a brazen queen; Quentin (Jason Ralph) is steadfast and earnest, buoyed by Ralph’s deep pleasantness, an energy that’s completely transformed the character from what he was in the books. And that’s only the tip of the iceberg — Julia (Stella Maeve), Penny (Arjun Gupta), Alice (Olivia Taylor Dudley), Kady (Jade Tailor), and Josh (Trevor Einhorn) are all worthy of their own odes. In a strange way, through them, The Magicians sits right alongside Insecure, New Girl, and Girls — it’s a sexy ensemble show about a twentysomething friend group. They muse on responsibility and the big life decisions you’re forced to make as you become a true grownup. They just do so while having hoversex, battling literal manifestations of their depression, and trying to run a kingdom or two.

And it has the kind of diversity that so many of the shows it riffs on lacked.

Beloved as Buffy may have been, it was also notoriously white. The Magicians, on the other hand, very much lives in a socially conscious 2018. A significant portion of its main cast is made up of people of color. Not only that, but every single one of them — from Maeve’s Julia, to Gupta’s Penny, to Bishil’s Margo — is the kind of complex, specific character you won’t find anywhere else on television.

A sizable portion of the characters also appears to be sexually fluid. Quentin, who on most shows would be the straightest white man on the planet, has a threesome with a man and a woman. He hooks up again with that same man in a later episode. There are no coming-out storylines, no hemming and hawing about labels — intimacies just happen to manifest in all types of ways on this show. On the one hand, there are always downsides to a lack of labels, including perpetuating the erasure of orientations like bisexuality. On the other, it’s kind of freeing to watch a show where it’s genuinely possible that anyone could sleep with anyone else and everyone treats that pretty casually. It goes well with part of what makes The Magicians so fun to watch: It actually does feel like anything could happen. The story options are wide open when everyone’s at least a little bit queer.

The Magicians’ third season has also heavily featured Candis Cayne, a trans actor who previously broke ground with her role on Dirty Sexy Money — the first time a trans actor had a recurring role playing a trans character on primetime television. Here, she plays the Fairy Queen, an intimidating force and a standout of the season. Another standout: Marlee Matlin’s Harriet — a deaf actor playing a deaf character who gets a beautiful moment in the spotlight with Season 3’s “Six Short Stories About Magic.”

What’s more, most of the show’s inclusivity goes unremarked upon on the show itself. Race, gender, and disability aren’t invisible to any of the core characters, but neither are they the focus. Characters will call out white supremacy and sexism without the show bragging about having a queen (and king!) of a magical realm be played by an actor of Mexican, Indian, and European heritage. Or a black man as the king of their neighboring kingdom. Or a mixed Native American woman on the path to becoming a goddess. And so on. Which is not to say The Magicians shouldn’t brag — if they want to spend all of Season 4 bragging about their magnificent ensemble, that would work too.

The show has a true sense of playfulness.

When Buffy aired its iconic musical episode in 2001, it had a ripple effect. Scrubs, Grey’s Anatomy, Psych, That ’70s Show, and even 7th Heaven all turned themselves into musicals for an episode. The Magicians, for its part, has been following in those same footsteps since its first season. Only instead of just one designated episode, they’ve peppered musical numbers into every season so far. In Season 1, Quentin sang Taylor Swift’s “Shake It Off” while trying to break out of a spell that had him trapped in a psychiatric hospital. “One Day More” from Les Misérables made a magnificent appearance in Season 2, as Eliot prepared for a duel to save his kingdom. (That one resembled what Game of Thrones might look like if Game of Thrones liked to party.) And this season, The Magicians did finally designate a full episode to several numbers. It culminated in the show’s main ensemble joining together in a rousing rendition of “Under Pressure.”

Integrated throughout the show, these moments stand as a declaration: This is just what The Magicians is, at its core. These scenes aren’t just an aside, a whim to break through the mundanity for a single episode — though The Magicians is also very good at that. With this show, narrative is twisted like a rubber band and then flung across the room. This is a series where talking sloths serve as top political advisers, party gods get banned from Instagram for posting too many shots of nipples, and messenger rabbits say things like “eat my ass.” It’s a blast.

And the fun they have with the story will also punch you in the heart (in a good way).

Wrapped up in all of its magical elements, The Magicians also happens to be wildly convoluted. Here, though, it’s at least in a way the show seems to truly delight in. As things grew more complex in Season 3, every week felt like the writers were taking the series’ classic fantasy tropes and conducting science experiments on them. Sometimes the effect is that aforementioned playfulness. But their characters are still on a variety of heroes’ journeys — which means this show is also willing to rip your heart out and tap dance all over it. Honestly? It feels great.

If there was one shining highlight of the season — and the show overall — it was the Feb. 7 episode, “A Life in the Day.” In it, Quentin and Eliot are tasked with completing a mosaic puzzle as part of a season-long quest to bring magic back to their world. To do so, they have to travel to a past version of Fillory. But unable to leave until they complete their mission, they wind up staying in the immediate vicinity of that puzzle for…well, the entire rest of their lives. The show plays this out in an extended montage. The two grow restless. They fight, they bond. They hook up. Quentin meets a local girl, settles down, has a son. When she’s gone, Quentin and Eliot spend the rest of their lives raising the kid and growing old together. Like the opening montage of Up, it’s the kind of sequence that really hits you with everything that it means to be human. It stays with you.

By the end of the episode, Quentin and Eliot had completed the puzzle and found their way back to their youths and their usual timeline. But the show made sure the impact of their time together was felt. These two characters had lived out an entire life as loving partners, side by side. It was an emotional beat that packed a hell of a wallop, and payoff has been sprinkled through the episodes that have followed. Sometimes it’s in small asides between the two characters; sometimes it’s just in knowing the way they look at each other. It’s hardly the first time characters in a genre show have lived out their entire lives in a separate timeline. But “A Life in the Day” was indicative of what The Magicians does best: It uses its magical setting and all-star cast to mold itself into different forms. Sometimes, like in that episode, it knocks you off your feet in the process.

In another episode, called “Six Short Stories About Magic,” the narrative is split into six vignettes sorted by character. The final one is centered on Harriet, a freedom of information activist and magician who runs a BuzzFeed spoof called FuzzBeat (hi, guys!). As Harriet is deaf, 10 minutes of the episode take place in silence. The segment includes some long-awaited exposition into Harriet’s backstory, which we get through her perspective before the series explodes back into sound in its final moments. The effect is stirring.

In “Be the Penny,” we get another play on perspective as Penny finds himself separated from his body with his friends believing him dead. We spend the episode with his astral self, watching people react to his death as he tries desperately to contact them. In both of these, the show plays with form to reveal depth. Penny doesn’t get a normal death, so it follows that the episode focusing on that would be just as off-kilter as the story itself — and just as sad. Penny watches his friends grieve, though not always to his satisfaction, and he can’t reach them to tell them that he’s still there.

This kind of experimentation is not new to fantasy. Supernatural, in its seemingly 500th year on television, has employed practically every genre and meta twist there is. Most recently, the characters crossed over with Scooby Doo and literally became animated. And Buffy was groundbreaking in this field before that, not only for the aforementioned musical episode but also for forays into silent filmmaking with “Hush” and character experiments like “Tabula Rasa.” One of the joys of sci-fi and fantasy is that it gives you a built-in excuse to fuck with convention. The Magicians has reveled in that from day one — and from the ground up. And with this third season, it took itself to a whole new and thrilling level.

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About Life: Discern

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Laxus could recall, with ease, the last time that he was truly happy. He was above five and not so sickly yet though he definitely could catch a mean cold every year in the winter. His mother was well too and not on her deathbed. His father was happier and, though Ivan was known to butt heads with dear old Gramps, his madness hadn't yet rotted his brain away.

They were a family.

A real family.

There was love and care and fun. His father would play with his toy cars with him and his mother would make them all dinner, even Gramps if he wasn't too busy, and that was just it. Everyone has that glorious time period in which everything was perfect. Laxus' just happened to come very early. That was all.

Or so he thought.

He thought he'd never feel it again. True love. Because, oh, he loved the Thunder Legion and the guild and even his damn grandfather, but it wasn't the same. How could it be? There was a difference between having love for something and being in love with it and, man, he'd fallen in love with her.

There's been other women. Plenty of other women. Women that he'd enjoyed for a time period, maybe even loved at some point, but he'd never felt what he did that first night he spent with her. And every night after that. He feared every night that he fell asleep that he'd wake up and it would have left in the night, but this hadn't been the case so far.

He truly was in love.

Him.

Laxus fucking Dreyar.

The Thunder Legion, of course, were beside themselves. Evergreen thought she wasn't attractive enough for him, Freed was convinced she was just using him for his status and jewels, and Bickslow, well, Bickslow mostly just lamented his inability to, as he put it, snag a woman like that. Makarov too was in a state of disbelief (twinged with that jealousy Bickslow had).

But time heals and time proves and as the months went on, the complaints of his friends became less and less until, eventually, they were so used to Laxus being with someone, seriously being with someone, that they hardly thought anything about it.

It was hard to think about, anyways, considering the man was gone so much.

Laxus had always been a traveler. Always. He'd wandered since he was abandoned by his parents and gained the freedom to do so. It never made the loss go away, but it took some of the strain of it off. Plus, Magnolia was fucking lame.

Now that he had a woman though, his travels weren't to unknown towns with long bouts of brooding at scenery in between. No. Laxus was a high roller then, it seemed, as he wanted to take his new lady out on all sorts of expensive trips. It got to the point where he was either off with the woman or off on a job to gain more jewels to take her somewhere even nicer.

At a certain point, Freed and Evergreen came to him with concerns that he was being used for said jewels. Bickslow came too, but only to remark that if anyone deserved handouts from the man, it was definitely him.

But the slayer rebuked them for even thinking it.

Then thought it alone late at night.

So he spent a few tortuous months not taking her out as much. Just had her take a vacation with him, in Magnolia. To see how he lived. Only they didn't do much of that, as he hardly went down to the hall and mostly just stayed locked up in his apartment with her.

The way it should be.

Eventually, Freed, Ever, and Bickslow had to just accept that not only was Laxus going to be with the woman, but also that any problem they thought of would only be debunked by him immediately.

"Maybe it's true love," Lisanna told them one day when she observed their downcast attitudes. She used to enjoy hanging out with them, as they were full of life and always had something going on, but recently they seemed to be in a bit of a slump. "And they'll be together, seriously, forever. Wouldn't that be nice? For Laxus?"

"Shouldn't you be mad at Laxus?" Evergreen complained as he glared at the woman. "I thought your sister was trying to get all knocked up by him."

"Who can be mad at love?" Lisanna asked simply. "And Mira's moved on, you know."

They all knew.

Or at least had been told so when the news broke that Mirajane was pregnant.

Laxus too found out eventually, but he was too busy with his woman to really pay attention to any of it. Mira wasn't his deal anymore. The first time he saw her up at the guild after finding out, he only congratulated her and went on his way. He was happy for her though, of course. How could he not be? It was all that Mira said she wanted in the world and now she had it.

As someone who'd just found the one thing he wanted in the world, he was glad she too was feeling such happiness.

But she wasn't though. Because it was all one big lie.

Part of Mirajane was heartbroken.

It didn't take a lot of her to fall in love. Or out of it. But when the process was interrupted by another, it did hurt her some. She'd liked the path her and Laxus seemed to be going down and the vision of them being together had become a desire of hers. It hurt to know that he'd found that happiness with someone else.

But she'd have gotten over it by that point, she was certain, if she wasn't also carrying his child.

The other part of the woman was afraid of what her lying would cause for the baby. When the original plan was devised by her, she was going to be honest with her future child about whatever transpired. Who their father was, why he was or wasn't involved, and how that was all okay because they had one another.

Now though, a lie was complicating all things.

She didn't want to tell Laxus that the child she was pregnant with was his. For a lot of reasons. The first was out of shock, but now, it had gone on so long that she back out. Plus…

She really didn't want to fuck things up in his life.

Though Mira thought that she and Laxus could possibly be good together, she was seeing currently a woman that he could actually be great with. Why would she purposely allow a wedge to grow between the two? Honestly, before she got all tangled up with him, the idea of Laxus finding love would have enthralled Mirajane like no other. She didn't even hate it, really, currently. He was happy and that was…

Confusing, admittedly, but Mira really cared about him. She had before it all started, but now that they'd gotten to know one another better than ever, she couldn't pray for any pain to come to him. If he'd truly found the one that he was meant to be with then...then…

Then what?

Then she kept the lie going.

She'd found another man, after Laxus flaked on her, who didn't want to be involved in the child's life. Which was for the best, she'd decided, because she'd wanted to raise the child alone originally, hadn't she? It sounded fishy to some, but not enough to poke holes in. Or call Mirajane a liar.

Plus, clearly someone got her pregnant. No one else seemed to be able to easily make the jump straight to Laxus being the culprit and, well, time just went on. The guild was a very busy place, after all. Even Mira's siblings couldn't dwell on her life constantly (though both were prepping for their future aunt/uncle status). The closest to figuring it all out was Lucy, who Mira hadn't told of her pregnancy, but at least of her possibly entering a real relationship with Laxus, but there was no way that the celestial wizard would ever call her closest friend a liar.

No way.

Eventually Mira was able to find the delectation she once envisioned over having a child. Pregnancy suited her, Makarov told her with a grin one day at work and though sometimes her body didn't agree, she found that overall she enjoyed it. There was something so amazing about the concept and, slowly, her feelings for Laxus were buried with the plans she'd made upon having her child. Decorating the nursery with Lisanna, looking at baby names with Lucy, hassling Elfman and Evergreen about when they too would be having a child.

It wasn't all rainbows and sunshine, nothing was after all, but the good outweighed the bad.

"You will take off as much time as you need, of course," Makarov told her as the months progressed and the time grew near. "Kinana and Lisanna will fill the gaps. Not that you have to worry about them out working you, I imagine. There will always be a place for you here."

"Thank you, Master," Mirajane giggled as she sat at one of the booths, polishing glassware. "But I don't think I need to take off just yet. I-"

"You will take off starting tomorrow, as planned," he insisted. "You're about ready to pop, I fear."

"Master-"

"I assume that you already have chosen a name for the child," he sighed from his spot atop the bar. It was before opening and they were alone until Kinana was due to arrive, in the next half hour. "Mira."

"I have."

"Well, be it a boy, Makarov is a very fine name." When all he got was a look from the woman in return, he sighed as tapped his fingers along his staff. "Yes, well, it is a hard name to grow into. I suppose I should save it, anyhow. My grandson is getting awfully close with that lady friend of his. Maybe I can con him into naming his firstborn after me."

"Something tells me, Master," Mira told him with the straightest face she could pull, "that Laxus wouldn't go for that."

"Erza then. Her first child. Surely."

"Maybe," the barmaid agreed, though more to just get off the subject. "Maybe."

It became a moot point anyways, it seemed, as the child Mira bore was a little girl. Elfman bawled over the idea of having another woman to be a man for and Lisanna gushed over all the cute dresses and bows she could put the child in while Mira only held her baby close and soothed it's cries.

Save a few visits from the likes of Cana, the Master, and Lucy, the Strauss siblings seemed lost in their own little world for a few days.

This just so happened to coincide with Laxus and his girlfriend's 'vacation' in Magnolia. As he was finding out, it wasn't his money she was after at all. Just him. Like he knew. Before the damn Thunder Legion started trying to fuck with his head.

They didn't get it. They didn't see it. She understood him. In ways no one else did. So how could they understand then, when they didn't understand what it was that they were supposed to understand?

Laxus gave himself a headache with that one, but when Freed did mention to him that Mirajane had given birth, he sent his regards along with the rune mage for when he saw the woman.

"Close friend of yours?" his girlfriend (gosh, it never felt so easy to say that) asked as they sat together on his couch, following his most trusted follower's departure. The dark haired woman had linked her arm with his and snuggled up real close as Laxus only sipped at his coffee and considered her question.

"Not really," he remarked simply. "Just closer than most."

"You should send her something then."

"Send her what?"

"Some sort of gift," she insisted. "It's what you do, you know, when your close friends have a baby."

"Like I said," he grumbled around his coffee, "we're not that close."

They weren't, either, were they? They had a couple month...fling, maybe, it could be classified as, but that was said in done. In Laxus mind, Mirajane had moved on quite efficiently and in her mind, he had nothing to move on from. They were just two people who, in a few moments of weakness, shared something together. But the weakness was over and Mira was strong then, for her child, and Laxus was enraptured with his woman.

Whatever had happened was so far removed from his mind that, after that morning, he didn't think of it again.

He had more important things to focus on anyways.

Because Laxus had never felt the way he did, when he was with his girlfriend. Not since he was a boy. And he couldn't imagine losing that again. Which is why, when the 'vacation' was over and his girlfriend was bidding to return back home, Laxus did the one thing he never saw himself as doing. Never wanted to do. Before that moment. Before he had the best thing in his life and wanted to keep it there. Forever.

"Laxus is getting married," Lisanna told her sister with a bit of a gagging face and a roll of the eyes as she arrived home late one night. She only came to stretch out on her sister's bed as the woman sat on the end of it, attempting to nurse her fussy child. "According to Bickslow and Ever. I didn't see Freed, but I imagine he's just as annoyed by the whole thing as they are."

Mira was so tired from the baby that it didn't even register, at first, was her sister was saying. Once it did, she only continued to face forwards and shut her eyes something.

"He is?" was the soft sigh that left her mouth and in return, Lisanna only let out a long groan.

"Yes. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for him and things, but can you imagine how stuffy that wedding will be? I almost don't even want to go."

"Then don't."

"And miss out on the spectacle of it all?" That time Lisanna hummed. "Can you imagine it, Mira? I mean, no offense to you, because I know that you were kind of into him too back before...before you got with… But imagine it. Wanting to marry Laxus Dreyar. Gross."

"What's wrong with Laxus?"

"Nothing's wrong with him. Except his attitude. And arrogance. And that fact that he just won't let poor Natsu have a chance at proving himself. Imagine marrying a jerk like that."

"Yeah," her sister agreed softly. "Imagine."

The first time that Mirajane took her newborn up to the bar, most everyone wanted a chance at her. Makarov was the first one that got to hold her though, as he was there before opening, and he only smiled down at the child with the remark, "She's powerful, Mira. I can sense it."

"Mmm," the babe's mother sighed with a nod. "So can I."

"When she's big and strong, she'll be a fairy. You be sure of it." The man smiled sadly at Mira as he said, "I won't be around to see it, of course, but-"

"Don't speak like that, Master."

So he didn't.

Erza picked up immediately on the magical energy the child had as well, but seemed rather against picking up the child herself.

"Come on, Erza," Lucy giggled into her palm as the swordswoman only stood with her arms over her chest. "You know you wanna."

"I will not. I might drop her."

"You will not. Just do it."

"I refuse."

It was all fun, anyways, for the others, though Mirajane was very cautious of just who could and couldn't hold the baby. She was very busy explaining to Natsu why he was on the very short list pertaining only him of who couldn't hold her when it happened.

Laxus arrived.

The man was rarely interested in the goings on of his guild mates, so he hardly glanced over at the slight crowd of them at one table. Only headed towards the request board to pick up a job so he could head out. Something big. Something to mark the occasion. Rank in some jewels so he could go out and buy a fancy ring for his girl. His woman. His lady.

That's what she said she'd be. His. Now he wanted to make it as official as possible before she left town.

But it was the some of a child's cry that did make him glance over and it felt more than just coincidence that Mira seemed to look up from her child at that exact moment, causing their eyes to meet. Natsu was still begging in front of her, to hold the child (just to show off to Lucy, who'd deemed him not eligible for such a thing long ago), but Mira only looked around him, right at Laxus, who felt frozen for a moment.

Laxus wasn't one for them, babies, but he and Mira had talked about it endlessly, it felt like, at some point in life. Because everything from before he met his girl- fiancee felt like a lifetime ago. Even something that was only a month or so prior. Still, he felt like he should at least go meet the child. It was awkward, anyways, making eye contact and at least not speaking.

It happened though, once he was close enough. Just a few more steps, over to where Mira and the others were, and it hit him hard enough to stop the slayer dead in his tracks.

Everyone had a scent. Everyone. And there was not one that a slayer knew better than his own. Laxus was no different. He could place his scent anywhere.

Which is why it was so halting when that the one of that child in Mira's arms hit him. It reeked of many things. The Strauss home, milk, that new baby scent. But beneath all of that was its own, true scent. Most children's are made up, in some way, of their parents. And yeah, Laxus caught a whiff of Mira in there, but mixed in with that…

"Laxus, are you alright?"

That came from Evergreen, who was in the bar that day it seemed (just so she could ruin Elfman's day and refuse to ever have a child with him as he was in a desperate kick, it seemed, to give his new niece a little cousin to play with; disgusting). She came up to rest a hand on her idol's arm as she spoke.

"You look," she remarked, taking in how the blood was draining from his face, "like you've seen a ghost."

He had. And the way that Mirajane looked away from him, so quickly, well, it just felt like it told him everything he needed to know.

"I have to leave." He shrugged Ever off too and some other people were glancing his way then, but Laxus didn't care. "Now."

"But- Laxus!"

He didn't care for Evergreen's calls. Only turned and rushed right out of the guild. To get away from it's members. From Mira.

But mostly...that baby.

As he set off at a brisk pace, he felt him come back to himself, reason with himself, even convince himself that he was wrong. Because there was no way that...but Mira said...how…

Laxus didn't have a baby.

Laxus had a new fiancee and a new life and was going to be moving away from Magnolia, maybe, even. They'd talked about it, at least. He was going to live in a nice house with his woman and maybe a nice little dog or cat to start their family.

Theirs.

What would eventually be their kids and their life.

Because Laxus didn't have anything close to that currently.

Did he?

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Why Klance/Laith Will Probably Go Down - Masterlist

I know how season 7 broke many of us. We had a lot of expectations and this season, while beautiful and otherwise good, certainly failed at some points.

However it isn’t the end yet. Hopefully season 8 will resolve at least some of our disappointments. But when it comes to klance/laith, I’m pretty sure we’re going to see something happen. Nothing has to happen however. But I’m just saying, based on all of the things listed, it just simply makes sense that it would.

This is just a show so whatever happens happens. But I'm just saying I'll have faith in laith until if the very last second of the show tells us any different. And here’s why.

Are you ready? [CONTAINS SEASON 7 SPOILERS!!]

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but first some lecturing lololol

WHATEVER HAPPENS AND WHICHEVER SHIP BLOWS OUT THE BIG CANON IN THE END IS FINE. IT'S JUST A SHOW. A SHOW THAT DOESN'T EVEN REVOLVE AROUND ROMANCE. If you can't handle that then you can go bite ass. Oh and also, Don’t spread around hate or threats or any shit like that. You should know better. Just enjoy the show as it is. And yes, this applies to if your ship becomes canon and if it doesn’t. Spreading hate and threats are never okay. Accept whatever the outcome of the show will be, and let people ship what they want. This isn’t your story and you shouldn’t become sour just because it doesn’t go the way you want it to go, and if it does go the way you want it to go, don’t rub it in the faces of those who wanted something different.

Just be mature and decent guys, it really ain’t that hard.

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ANYWAY here's my half-assed list of why I believe klance/laith will be endgame by the end of the series:

[I REPEAT THIS CONTAINS SOME S7 SPOILERS]

Let’s begin with some random stuff:

Lance’s one-sided rivalry with Keith seems to... have something a little extra about it.

The blue and the red star in the astral plane?? Do they hold a deeper meaning??

The bonding moment. It could be seen as platonic, but... The colours and the lightning y'all... Interesting choice. (Also... that a//urance parallel in season 6... Coincidence I think the heck not, purposeful I think the heck yes)

Keith being seemingly really impatient for Lance to come out of the healing pod after the bonding moment, and then appearing to actually sulk for having to wait just a small moment.

In one of the comic books Keith says that he’ll be training and suggests that maybe Lance should too, maybe or maybe not wanting to hang out with Lance and trying to create an opportunity, and then seems to become upset/disappointed when Lance rejects the idea.

Lance talking to the mice about his crush on Allura could honestly pass as him talking about Keith as well.

Honestly though was Lance flirting/trying to impress Keith as pointed out here x?

They really pulled the stuck in the elevator trope lmao.

This doesn’t actually have to do with anything but I still find it a funny parallel with Lance rejecting Keith by denying the bonding moment and Keith rejecting Lance and denying him a proper greeting and hug after returning. Are they even now? fuhidsdfu top 10 anime betrayals

The Feud episode (here are the s7 spoilers!!)

Lance chose Keith (read more here x). Look, listen. This was pretty gay. To put it briefly, Lance’s reasoning was kinda weak and he could’ve honestly as well have chosen Allura here. But... he didn’t. And then he seriously says that Keith is the future which is like honest foreshadowing (especially considering how unnecessary it was for him to say that part, at the very least in that way). And then to deliver the final blow he drops that soft smile (a la bonding moment) on us. I don’t care what happens in season 8, this moment was gay af. If I’m stretching a little bit this scene could be viewed a little bit like Lance choosing between Keith and Allura (looking to the side and then the other, pondering, choosing Keith).

Keith chose Lance (same read more link x). Again to put it briefly. We know Keith seems kinda grumpy here. You know what we also know? Keith doesn’t dislike Lance, and he cares about the fate of the universe, therefore invalidating his answer. His body language and expression alone said it all; he closed himself off. He wasn’t comfortable sharing the real reason why he chose Lance. Keith no doubt knows what Lance is capable of. He trusts Lance. Keith chose Lance for a reason (or several reasons), and him ‘not wanting to be stuck for eternity with him’ is definitely not the reason why Keith voted for Lance to escape. Worthy mention of Keith being the quickest here to choose and to finish.

Bii. Boh. Bi. Y’all. This shit. Call it a funny coincidence but the answer was “bi” and the Bii-Boh-Bi kept gesturing towards Lance basically during the entire thing. Call it a stretch if you want, but I have no regrets reaching for this cup. And call it a crack theory at this point but Bob tells the Bii-Boh-Bi “Maybe you could help this dum-dum out”, so this drink tastes like whatever-this-episode-even-was wanted to give Lance a shake. The name game wasn’t even valid. You can be bad at names and bad at remembering faces and still be incredibly smart. None of the games showed Lance actually being unintelligent. And Lance actually did very well in the last game, and I can tell you that game was confusing af so I’m impressed. With this in mind my arm has personally elongated so far that maybe Bob calling Lance ‘dumb’ here wasn’t a jab at his intelligence. Ok hi my ankle is broken but it was worth it.

Interesting scenery colours and rainbows:

There are several cases of these, but they’re mostly subtle. I’ll leave some examples.

That one episode in season one (is it 06? or 07? you know the one) that is literally the bi flag. We have a lot of Lance in this ep.

In this ep we are also accompanied by at least two rainbows, one when Lance and Nyma fly across the water and another at the end when Keith teases Lance. (Honorable mention of Keith arguably checking Rolo out in this episode lol, we see u Keith x)

That episode when Lotor plays around with the paladins on that planet with the explosive gas, and when the team has split and Keith nears Lance with his lion and no kidding that's the bi flag as a background right there (upside down).

The very obvious, big ass, very not subtle rainbow that's seriously plastered on Keith in the season 7 trailer.

Random rainbow over Keith here as well

The scene where the paladins are in some galra place or something and Lance is sharpshooting and looking down at the others. Background + Lance’s suit + his gun = bi flag colours.

Funnily enough in this scene when Keith shows up and starts fighting the galra robots (or whatever those things are) and Lance goes ‘I had that guy!’ he looks wayy too long at Keith. Like. Way too long.

Ogling/gloating and jealousy?:

“I’d recognize that mullet anywhere” I’m sorry but if that doesn’t sound like someone has been ogling then I don’t know what.

Again I’m sorry but Lance’s reaction to Keith when he returned wasn’t of the straightest caliber.

Still, when Lance keeps looking at Keith fighting for several solid seconds when he’s supposed to be shooting down galra robots. Parallels a//urance in a way a little bit too when Lance looks at Allura fighting and goes ‘that was awesome!’

But Keith isn’t all that better, apparently

Keith. Out of all people. Stops mid-battle to smile at Lance when Lance shoots away a knife heading towards Keith. Not noticing Axca coming up behind him and then almost getting his ass kicked by Ezor.

After the bonding moment Keith arguably seems like he's jealous when Lance starts flirting.

(Here’s some more hehe x)

How Lance being jealous when Keith is involved could actually be interpreted as ambiguous. It is never actually clarified who he’s jealous over. why not both

Really though the "Jealousy, thy name is Keith" from the comic could possibly be more true than it lets on (though not as you think, Lance).

Honestly I’ll never get over these danking looks:

Lance you’re excused but Keith?? What?? Is that face?? The boy flirted with a girl and ran off and got his lion stolen and you had to get it back for him and you make THIS face?? (Also I think this is the same face 80′s voltron Keith did at Allura at one point?)

Lance you’re no longer excused. He seriously looks like he's daydreaming of prince charming coming and sweeping him off his feet. (Also remember the face he made when talking about Mrs. Blue Lion x?)

KEITH. HONESTLY. WHAT.

Legit there are no excuses for any of these expressions.

Now for some parallels, some weaker some stronger:

[x] (Krolia/Texas and l0tura parallels, with a dash of Zarkon/Honerva)

[x] (a//urance and l0tura parallels)

[x] (s7 spoiler!), Might and might not be a reach but a//urance parallel (same energy lol))

[x] This entire scene (they make a great/good team). Let’s not forget the little hand glasp Lance does.

[x] (tlok parallel)

[x] (atla parallel)

[x] (atla and tlok parallel) Insert Lance in this context lol

[x] (tlok parallel)

[x] (a//urance parallel)

There are so many parallels tbh I can’t

Allura honestly parallels Keith so much and she LITERALLY plays Keith in the coalition shows

[x] Lance talking about Mrs. Blue Lion vs talking about Keith

[x] (l0tura parallel)

A//lurance and klance/laith paralleling with how both Keith and Allura lectures Lance about the coalition shows not being about the show but about the people

Some romantic mood parallels:

The previous blue paladin with a (blushing) male galra

Now lets move on to some interesting stuff from interviews and the cast and producers (no sources or direct quotes because I’M LAZY:

We all know about the art Lauren drew with Lance and Shiro holding up the lgbt sign and the theory that goes with it.

Bex pretty much confirming that there'll be lgbtq rep in voltron through a sinister laugh in that vid (we know now this to be true bc of Shiro, but there might be more to come?.. or unfold hehe if you catch my drift). Voltron having lgbtq rep has also been brought up before at interviews. I THINK there’s been hinted that there’ll be a little something something between two characters? Not sure tho

Bex also either confirming or shooting down klance/laith during another vid BUT most probably confirming. You know that vid. Reasons to believe: 1. It was dubious, since we don't know which of the questions she shaked her head to. 2. High Hopes by Panic! At The Disco was playing in the background. 3. I don't think she would actually openly deny a ship when she could have just ignored the question, much less making it so dubious.

Kimberly: "Friendship" (may or may not actually imply something within the future of the show, or if it just was @ the thorsty klancers)

We know that Lance will have an endgame (and Keith happens to check all the points of what’s been said about that endgame)

Lance will end up somewhere different than he thought at the start (he wanted Allura at the start, and Keith certainly would be someone different than he'd thought).

What he wants isn't necessarily what he needs(/gets?? I don't remember lol) (and we know he wanted Allura. plus the lion exchange becomes a pretty interesting topic here, as further talked about here x).

What he needs/wants is someone who’s self-assured and who knows who they are (I think it was) and hey look Keith is back! (who just happens to fit these criterias more than ever).

The plain fact of how Keith and Lance's arcs actually just seem to intertwine so well.

Also adding that klance/laith interview lol. With the "natural progression" thing and that. And also when Lauren said the only incompatible thing about Lance and Keith is the shipname 'klance'.

Lance’s milkshake bringing everybody to the yard.

It’s been said that Lance remembers the bonding moment but wasn’t ‘emotionally ready’ for it, whatever that could possibly mean 👀

And apparently there’s more story to unfold...

Which may or may not be related but sure makes this a hella lot more interesting (I find this cup worth reaching for ok)

(lmao if you seriously think the folding thing was an accident)

I’m not saying that the pic necessarily implies klance/laith but it certainly implies something with them. Which will be. Interesting.

Some interesting theories:

[x] Regarding the “Red lion” and the “Blue lion”

[x] Keith’s vlog and some interesting tagging

[x] Some possible, interesting foreshadowing?

Highkey Lowkey scared this is actually foreshadowing (from a comic, Keith is the one saying ‘isn’t that love’, and Lance is the other one)

Also some reaches because we love long arms:

[x] Rivals to friends to lovers foreshadowing lol

[x] Interesting... Funny coincidence?

[x] I know I know but honestly you can’t deny his face here

[x] I’ll also add this while I’m at it because I can

(s7 spoiler ahead) Look this is just an interesting concept ok, but in episode 2 in s7 when they’re splitting up in that tunnel, Allura goes one way and Keith goes the other. We see Lance going last, slowing up and almost seeming to take a little time to choose, before going the way Keith went.

So uhh yeah here’s my grand, half-assed take on it. Season 7 can come bite my ass if it doesn’t happen, I’ll be on the lookout until the very last episode of season 8. Klance/laith may or may not happen. But I strongly believe it will and honestly that’s just what makes the most sense to me.

But yeah reminder that ships doesn’t have to be canon for you to ship them, and if your ship becomes canon you should not harass others about it and you shouldn’t harass others if your ship doesn’t become canon either. All in all NO HARASSING. NO HATE. NO SHADE. JUST. BE DECENT. This includes to the creators and other people in the fandom both.

Always be prepared for voltron to sock you in the stomach. Season 7 might very well do so. Season 8 might very well do so. Be prepared for your expectations and hopes and wishes to go completely out the window. But no matter how it goes, let’s just sit back and relax and enjoy the show as much as we can beyond our internal screaming.

In the end this is an intriguing story with aliens about family and being a team and it’s beautiful. So let’s just enjoy it, no matter what.

HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY

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a/n: Tur·bu·lent /ˈtərbyələnt/- not controlled or calm, a.k.a., Arthur Kirkland with a crush.

A.k.a., it’s a lame pun :( anyway okay, have this. I have like two requests in the inbox that I’m working on but I just recently rode an airplane and couldn’t help myself.

Arthur knew planes.

With three brothers living in three different countries, he was quite used to the whole process. His local airport map was practically burned into the back of his head, hell, some of the guards there liked to greet him for old times’ sake- old times being the last time his brothers had craved a reunion out of the blue and Arthur found himself forced to comply, boarding a plane at the most ungodly of hours for the sake of Kirkland togetherness.

A case Arthur was forced to repeat today. To board a plane because they simply had to meet at this specific given time, no earlier no later! Never mind the hole it burned in Arthur’s pocket, family above money!

At this point, he liked to think he could recite the safety demonstration presentation by heart. Yes, airplane rides were, as made evident by the lack of surprise or thrill, painfully boring.

But yet there he was that particular day, despite all his complaining, despite everything in his body telling him it was just another boring plane ride, there Arthur was- lips parted in what could only be awe, fingers, for the first time, fumbling with the belt in his lap. It was as if, suddenly, everything was foreign to him.

And oh god, it was the worst. It was the complete worst because Arthur was helplessly gay and the flight attendant was hot.

“Now we request your full attention as the flight attendant demonstrates the safety features of this aircraft.”

Arthur almost snorted. It was as if the announcement assumed for a second that everyone in the plane wasn’t already looking at the attendant.

Who wouldn’t be? With a blue shirt stretching over those obviously toned arms, the vest pulled taut over that broad chest. His hair parted cleanly down the side, skin dusted with just a little bit of makeup, smile fixed genuinely on his lips as he moved fluidly along with the announcement on the speakers.

“When the seat belt sign illuminates, you must fasten your seat belt. Insert the metal fittings one into the other, and tighten by pulling on the loose end of the strap. To release your seat belt, lift the upper portion of the buckle.”

Arthur fumbled with his belt, finding that it didn't quite twist as it was meant to, it didn't quite tighten like it was supposed to. Either that or it could've been the fact that Arthur was too busy soaking up the sight of the attendant walking down the aisle, a poised, dimpled smile on his face as he pointed at the emergency exits with those long fingers.

He imagined those hands would be quite warm.

“We will now come down the aisles to ensure everyone is ready for takeoff.”

It was as if some sort of button was pressed. Some button that sent a jolt through everyone, every single passenger on the plane sat straight up, tucking hair behind ears, moistening their lips, watching coquettishly from under their lashes as the attendant came down the aisle.

Hell, even the children, even the straightest of men were staring. Arthur knew flight attendants were supposed to be pretty, but this. This was just insane.

“Please be sure to tuck your carry-ons under the seat in front of you.” He said to someone somewhere in the front, and Arthur felt the sweat beading on his hairline. That accent, oh, that accent was so very refreshing. Unlike the jumbled English dialects that bombarded his every day, there was this attendant, with a voice like a Hollywood dream. A deep, yet somehow whimsical American lilt that went perfectly with those baby blue eyes.

Arthur was so, so gay.

“Sir, are you having trouble with your seatbelt?”

Those pearly white teeth, those full lips, the dimples pressing into his cheeks as the man smiled down at him-

At him.

Arthur may have squeaked. “Pardon?”

“Insert the metal bit into the slot in the buckle, and pull on the loose end to tighten.” The attendant said. A small pin glinted against that vest, a golden nameplate. Alfred Jones.

Arthur’s fingers slipped on the buckle and he found himself chuckling nervously, wiping his hands on his trousers, “Sorry, I, uh-”

Those warm hands were on his lap and Arthur definitely squeaked this time, watching with wide green eyes as the hands he’d been drooling about only seconds ago eased the belt into clicking, gently tugging at the loose belt end.

“It’s alright, I’ve met my share of nervous fliers!”

Alfred left with a chipper wink, leaving Arthur practically panting in his wake.

The man sitting next to him gave him a funny look and Arthur scowled, sitting upright and busying himself with the safety card tucked into the pocket in front of him.

After all, it was only two hours and Arthur would never see him again. This was no time to be shameless, and besides, a man like that? Arthur wouldn't be so lucky, couldn’t be so lucky.

He was probably straight and very not into Arthur.

Yet knowing all of this, he still found himself checking his reflection on his phone before the attendants came down the aisle with a snack cart.

“Alfred, is it?” He said, knowing he would regret it to tears only minutes later.

“Yes, sir! Would you like to make a purchase?”

“You can call me Arthur.” Was Arthur’s shaky response, and oh god he did not just say that.

He did not just ask a stranger, a sexy, sexy man, to call him by his first name, when there were possibly hundreds of other people on the plane- when Arthur was not even an ounce special- no, he did not. He did not just assume Alfred cared enough to even look twice in his direction.

Those blue eyes looked momentarily startled and they should’ve been. Especially seeing as a creepy man like Arthur was so obviously hitting on him.

Instead, Alfred broke out into a naive grin, “Hi, Arthur! See anything ya like?”

Oh yes, he definitely did.

But following the correct assumption that Alfred wouldn’t want to hear what was on Arthur’s mind, “Do you have tea, perchance?”

“Yeah! What kind?”

Alfred was deliciously innocent. Well, perhaps he was really good at hiding his disgust, he was a gorgeous flight attendant. He had no doubt been grossly flirted with ten times worse than Arthur could muster.

So Arthur sipped his tea. There was no harm in trying, was there? Despite being the mouse he was, he never did like to give up.

He pressed the call button.

And before one could tease him for it, it’s important to know that other people were doing it as well! Alfred was right there at their beck and call, conversing obliviously with the passenger who’d made up some lame excuse just to throw themselves at him.

So yes, Arthur would do it too.

Alfred was at his side, “How may I help you-”

Oh, that smile. Arthur swallowed around the lump in his throat, wiping clammy hands against his trousers for what felt like the umpteenth time that day.

And then Alfred paused, smile widening. “- Arthur?”

Oh god, the way his name sounded on those lips. He’d forgotten his excuse.

“Could I, um, I- could you-?”

“A free tea refill?” Alfred offered with a light smile and Arthur nodded furiously.

“Yes, please.”

That was all the dialogue Arthur had prepared for, and that was all he thought he would get. A pleasant, professional conversation. He hadn’t expected Alfred to stand up straight with hands on his hips, lips quirking up in a humored smirk.

“So the stereotype is true!”

“Er- what? Pardon?”

“English people like tea!” Alfred’s grin parted for a charming, boyish laugh. “I can’t even finish half a cup.”

Arthur stared with narrow eyes. This had to be mere pleasantries. Perhaps Arthur had been sweating so profusely that the flight attendant had decided he needed help. That was their job, after all. To make passengers feel comfortable.

Arthur wasn’t very comfortable, but he wasn’t complaining either. “Well, would it be rude for me to assume you like to scarf down hamburgers every odd hour then?”

There was a reason Arthur never spoke to attractive people, ever.

He winced, “Sorry, I-”

Another laugh, this one even cuter than the last. Suddenly, Alfred’s hand was on the back of Arthur’s chair and he was leaning in, smile as warm as the heat radiating off his body.

He smelled like Arthur’s wildest dreams. “All the time, dude, it’s hella hard to keep my figure.”

Don’t think about his figure. “I can’t even nibble the greasy thing, it’s disgusting.”

“That was mean, Artie.” Alfred rubbed his chest with a subsiding chuckle, a gesture possibly supposed to mean that Arthur had hurt his feelings somehow. “Ouch.”

“It must be your clogged arteries.”

Alfred threw his head back in yet another delighted laugh, hand slipping from behind the chair to rest innocently on Arthur’s shoulder.

And oh dear, there it was. The sweating, back again. Arthur chewed his lip through a nervous smile, desperately racking his brain for another quirky response. A quip, some banter, anything that would label him as interesting in Alfred’s mind, but it was hopeless.

The gods confirmed it. The airplane trembled and Alfred glanced around in a slightly startled panic.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign. We are now crossing a zone of turbulence. Please return to your seats and keep your seat belts fastened.”

He turned those blue eyes back towards Arthur with a simple smile, “I’ll have to go take a seat but I’ll be back as soon as possible with your refill. Sorry for holding’ ya up!”

Arthur watched wordlessly as Alfred walked back down the aisle. Not a look over his shoulder.

His mouth felt cottony.

No, he wasn’t a 16-year-old girl with a crush on the unattainable high school jock. He wasn’t pining for the school’s golden boy, and he certainly wasn’t writing one-sided love letters and slipping them, unnoticed, into Alfred’s locker, but why did it feel like it?

The man had spoken to him twice and he certainly didn’t belong to Arthur, so Arthur shouldn’t have felt that burning throb in the pit of his stomach as Alfred stopped by the seat of some pretty little thing. He shouldn’t have wanted to wring her neck when she laughed at Alfred’s every word, but he did.

He should’ve said something when Alfred dropped off his tea, but no words other than a “thank you” left his lips.

Alfred had responded with a smile and there he was now, talking to some girl who was obviously eighty times prettier than Arthur could ever be.

Arthur watched the exchange go about with a huff.

The way Alfred leaned, like he’d done with Arthur but somehow, it just seemed closer. The way he smiled brighter, laughed louder, Arthur was livid.

Well, it didn’t matter. It was a silly crush. There was a half hour left in the journey and he would never have to see Alfred again.

Oh, but could anyone just quit?

Despite having cursed himself out for his ridiculous behaviour, there he was again, shuffling down the aisle to visit the bathroom. He told himself it was the tea. He’d had two whole cups, that was all. Anyone would need a visit to the loo, that was all. Not because Alfred was currently sitting by the snack carts, nestled next to the occupied bathroom door.

Not at all.

Arthur pretended not to see him there as he stood in wait.

“Arthur! Enjoying the trip?”

Arthur made a face. Something along the lines of- Oh! Didn’t see you there, but I suppose I’ll continue conversing with you, as my boredom permits.

Alfred seemed oblivious to the face, “I’ll bet you’re here because of all the tea.”

Arthur allowed a small smile, “Yes, um, that’s… yes.”

A chuckle. “You’re one nervous dude, first time flying?”

Oh, sweet, sweet boy. He had to have been new to the airport. Else he would’ve recognized Arthur from a mile away, what with the fact that he always wore the ugliest sweaters, always seemed to be on a plane, with his giant dark brows bouncing about with his every expression.

And to be fair, Arthur would’ve recognized Alfred too.

“You could say that.”

“No one to travel with you?” Alfred inquired, pulling open the cart’s drawer to fish out a pack of candy. He tore it open, offering Arthur some, brows raised.

Arthur declined with a shake of his head, “Well, my family is spread out over a smattering of different nations, I’m mostly alone.”

Then, it hit him.

They were already on the topic, it wouldn’t be utterly shameless to just…

“So what’s it like being a flight attendant? I’m assuming the girlfriend or wife or something doesn’t like you being away from home so long.”

It was every cliché in the book. Hell, it was Arthur’s most well-worn line. He’d just toss it about and wait with bated breath to hear his victim’s sexuality come tumbling out of their mouth.

He’d only ever used it twice. It wasn’t always that Arthur Kirkland resorted to such things. Despite his actions that day, he really did have pride.

“Well, I only just moved to England. I didn’t have time to date before I got the job.” Alfred mumbled, popping a small piece of candy into his mouth. “Besides, if anyone had a problem with my work hours, I’d just break up with them. This job means a lot to me.”

Damn. He used the third person pronoun. Arthur bit the inside of his cheek in quiet frustration. “Right, well. It’s good that you’d stick up for your job.”

“Yeah, my last boyfriend gave me heck for never being home, it’s the worst.”

Arthur choked on air.

The bathroom wasn’t occupied anymore and Arthur practically scrambled in, letting the door click shut as he pressed erratically twitchy hands onto his face.

It was a feeling he’d hardly ever felt. The feeling of shamelessness paying off.

Well, not entirely. What would he do with that information anyway? He was Arthur Kirkland, not quite a seductress. The little he did that day had him sweating buckets! What was he to do, unbutton his grandfather model sweater vest to reveal, gasp, a completely buttoned, utterly unsexy shirt?

He was done jumping hoops. He was a full grown man, for god’s sake, he had dignity.

So when he left the lavatory, he offered Alfred a polite smile before returning to his seat and occupying his mind idly thumbing through a torn up magazine.

Perhaps in another life, Arthur could have been more robust. Perhaps he could have stolen this Alfred’s heart, or gotten married- yes, it would’ve been a June wedding. They’d have two kids, and two animals. A cat for Arthur, and judging by Alfred’s sunny demeanor, a dog for him. They’d live in a small, white fence cottage and raise their children there amongst the flowers in their backyard.

Arthur would be the bad cop. He wouldn’t like to do it, but Alfred hated to see their kids with little pouts on their faces. And, of course, he hated to see Arthur the same way as well. At the end of every tiring day, he would take Arthur’s face into his hands and kiss him, whispering words into his ear, “Arthur-”

“On behalf of English Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice evening.”

Arthur blinked.

The lights came to a gradual, bright glow. A symphony of clicks, belts being undone, followed and Arthur was one of them. He found himself shifting out of his seat, jumping onto the tips of his toes to retrieve his bag from the overhead compartments.

When had time slipped away so quickly?

Perhaps when he was shamelessly daydreaming about a future with a man he’d met two hours ago.

He rolled his eyes, sighing to himself as he dragged his luggage down the aisle, growling slightly with every bump of the infernal bag against the cramped seats on either side of him.

“Have a good day, thank you! Have a good day, thank you!”

Arthur could feel his cheeks growing warmer as he approached Alfred at the front end of the plane.

“Have a good day, thank you!” Alfred said to the man in front of him, reaching into his pocket to offer a shiny sticker badge to the toddler in the man’s arms.

The toddler squealed in delight and Arthur couldn’t help but smile.

Then, it was his turn.

“Have a good day… Arthur.” Alfred said with a smile, reaching into his pocket.

Perhaps giving him a sticker would be a quip on his height. Maybe Alfred had seen him struggling to reach the overhead compartment? Either way, Arthur paused, scraping every inch of his brain to think of a witty remark to whatever Alfred would have to say to him.

Until the attendant jutted out a scrap of paper, a string of numbers inked on one end.

“I’ll be in England, free all of next week.”

Arthur forgot how to breathe.

He took the number gingerly, thinking, trying to get one last word out before he was inevitably ushered away to give space to the passengers behind him. “I- how did you-?”

Alfred raised his eyebrows as if scoffing at him, crossing his arms.

“Well, I’m not stupid.”

#usuk #aph america #aph england #AU #my fanfiction

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