ladies and gens, the kings of henrietta (they are just teenagers)

A Court Of Lies Pt. 1

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Rating: T+

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none. it's a fluffy fake dating jealous prankster Sebastian scenario with teensy suggestive dialogue

Summary:

"That is the thing, you see..." You took a deep breath to steady yourself. "I kind of panicked and said that... That I was already going with you."

"Oh! Well. I'm perfectly fine with this revelation," Sebastian said, a devious smirk forming across his lips.

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Fluffy teensy suggestive reader insert oneshot inspired by an audio story by TikTok user @/sebastianandmc. The conversation and storyline credits go to that user and I was given permission to turn their story "Fake Courting" into a full fledged fic. Also game dialogue is taken.

Link to original TikTok: Part 1- https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRoKhbna/ Part 2- https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRoKB4EA/

Crossposted on Ao3

From the first time you beat Natty in Summoner's Court on your first day of Charm's class, you did anything to chase the high of winning on the court. Word quickly spread of your "prowess" in the game and your classmates lined up to take you down. One particular afternoon in the middle of fall, while you were on your way to the Quidditch Pitch to practice with Imelda, you were stopped at the court by an unsuspecting peer: Leander Prewett. He waved you over and you decided that Imelda could wait a little while longer since you only needed 10 minutes to beat Leander.

"What are you doing out here?" You asked, trying to make light conversation.

"Challenging you to a game of Summoner's Court," Leander said like it was the obvious thing ever. You tried to hide your eye roll. You really didn't care for his haughty nature, which made you all the more excited to beat him in Summoner's Court. He continued his proud speech. "I think it's time you faced a real opponent - outside of Ronan's little lesson in Charms class. Summoner's Court isn't just a game; it's a battle of skill, a test of a witch or wizard's mettle. What say?"

"Oh, I know it's not just a game. I'm in. Let's do it," You said, ready to make quick work of the Gryffindor boy. Leander was a showy player, making seemingly suggestive comments about how the movement was "all in the wrist" despite barely being able to pull the ball to the 50 point line. You surprised yourself by beating the poor boy in 5 minutes, instead of the 10 that you allotted. Leander was absolutely flabbergasted and attempted to save his ego by taking a blow at yours with comments about luck before steadying himself. Something in his entire demeanor changed.

"I- Er, I apologize for what I said about luck. It was a good game. But I was wondering..." Leander trailed off, his usual cocky persona gone. He looked like he was giving himself a pep talk in his head. "I was wondering if you'd accompany me to the fall festival happening in Hogsmeade this weekend?"

You stepped back a little bit, absolutely stunned at his proposal. You had no real problems with Leander, but his arrogance left little to be desired. You quickly thought of a way out that didn't hurt his feelings because you didn't want him to plot some revenge plan with Garreth.

"I'm sorry, Leander. I'm already accompanying someone else," You said in a less than confident voice. Leander raised his eyebrows, seeing through your lie.

"Oh? And who would that be?" Leander pressed, obviously not used to being turned down.

"Sebastian," You said sheepishly, but you could see that he didn't believe you. "I... It wouldn't be appropriate to go with someone else, seeing that we are courting."

The words left your mouth before you had a chance to think. You silently cursed yourself, knowing that the word would spread quickly the second you left the court.

"You? And Sallow? Ah, very well. Shame, really. I hope to see you at the festival, anyways," Leander said disappointedly, still not entirely convinced. You thanked him for the game again and fled to your room to write Sebastian an owl telling him to meet you in the Viaduct Courtyard immediately following lunch. You also sent a Imelda an apology owl for missing practice, leaving the details about Leander out.

---

At lunch, you watched in mortification as Leander recalled the events that happened earlier to the rest of the Gryffindors, who kept staring at you non-discretely. You had to find Sebastian before Cressida and Garreth spread about your business. You didn't want to risk ruining your budding friendship with Sebastian over a silly rumor that you made up to cover yourself. Sebastian was a relatively hard nut to crack. He had snuck you into the Restricted Section and surprisingly took the fall for you when you both were caught, and he had even taught you how to cast Confringo.

At the same time, he'd ignore you in the halls and if he did talk to you, it was to tease you mercilessly about whatever it was he could come up with. You couldn't deny that those were your favorite moments with him, relishing in the opportunities that you had to spend time with him and fire back something equally sarcastic. If you didn't know better, you'd admit that you had a crush on the Slytherin, but something told you that he was bad news. 

You barely touched any of your food and instead, ran out to the Viaduct Courtyard to meet Sebastian. To your relief, he was already out there, nose buried in a book about "protection charms." He heard your frantic footsteps approaching him and dogeared the page that he on, looking up at you.

"I got here as soon as I received your owl. Sounded urgent," Sebastian said, curiosity shimmering in his eyes. His tone quickly turned concerned. "What's the problem? Are you okay?"

"Oh, yes. I'm fine," You assured him, unsure how to break the news to him. "It's more... awkward than anything honestly."

"I'm intrigued. Go on," Sebastian raised his eyebrows. He invited you to sit next to him on the bench and you obliged, hoping that the blush creeping across your cheeks wasn't noticeable.

"Well... you see..." You cleared your throat as Sebastian leaned in closer, absolutely excited. "Leander asked me if I would be his date for the upcoming fall festival in Hogsmeade this weekend."

"Leander? Asked you?" Sebastian asked bewildered. You smacked him playfully in the chest for sounding so surprised.

"Surprisingly, yes. Caught me off guard really."

"And what did you say?"

"That is the thing, you see..." You took a deep breath to steady yourself. "I kind of panicked and said that... That I was already going with… you."

"Oh! Well. I'm perfectly fine with this revelation," Sebastian said, a devious smirk forming across his lips. You couldn't deny your relief and fluttering excitement at his answer.

"Sebastian-" You began, but was cut off by the equally excited Slytherin boy.

"Is that all? Don't know why you were so worried about it," Sebastian shrugged, attempting to open his book again.

"And I might have also added that we are courting," You blurted.

“What?” Sebastian froze, letting his book fall shut.

"It slipped out!” You defended. “He was being a bit pushy and I wanted him off my back about it."

"Oh.. Hmm..." Sebastian said, scratching the back of his neck. You nervously but your lip, unable to read his expression. 

"Don't worry," You said quickly. "This is my problem. I never meant to drag you into it this far."

"Oh, this isn't a problem at all," Sebastian laughed, eyes narrowing with a certain mischief. "I'd call it more of an... opportunity."

"Whatever do you mean?" You asked curiously. Sebastian clapped his hands together, ready to reveal his big plan.

"I've been waiting for a way to piss off Leander. And this. This is the perfect chance!"

"Let me get this right," You said, frowning a bit. "You want to piss him off by actually taking me to the festival?"

"Oh, most definitely," Sebastian exclaimed, throwing an arm around you. At this point, other students were leaving the Great Hall to return to their afternoon classes. There was no hiding from the courting rumors now. "We are going shopping at Gladrags tomorrow. You will look so gorgeous with me during the festival that Leander might just snap his wand. Now, shall we go to Charms class... darling?"

Sebastian stood up with a pleased look on his face and extended his hand out for your taking. Your heart raced at his use of a pet name. You thought that telling Sebastian would put you at ease at bit, but if anything, it made you more nervous. You hesitantly interlaced your fingers with his, pleasantly surprised at how warm his hands were. Sebastian looked like he was brewing up more ideas in his head as he dragged you to the Charms classroom, hand firmly locked into yours.

Merlin's beard. What have you started?

Part 2

Radio Silence

“When did we lose contact with Colonel Sheppard?”

“35 minutes ago.”

“You swept the area?”

“We found his footprints at the spot he was checking out and nothing else. It looks like he just up and disappeared.”

Woolsey sighed and scrubbed a hand across his face. Let’s send out three teams and pull from other missions if we have to. It’s unlikely he actually disappeared, and our best bet is that planet. Nobody should be alone, work in pairs, and check-ins every half hour.”

Lorne nodded, taking it all in, making plans on who to send.

“Where are the rest of Sheppard’s team?”

“Still looking, sir. They didn’t want to leave while there was still a chance they could find him.”

Woolsey shook his head but wasn’t surprised. Teyla, Ronan and McKay were as loyal as they come, and they would not risk leaving Sheppard behind if there was even the slightest chance they could recover him.

“I’ve been doing my best to track him, but there’s so much interference.” McKay glared down at his equipment like it was to blame for Sheppard being out of contact.

“Keep trying. We can use any lead we find.” Teyla kept her voice soft because she knew that despite the annoyed face he was putting on, he was very worried about Colonel Sheppard. It was his way of covering up his feelings.

Ronan said nothing, his eyes constantly scanning the terrain, hoping to catch sight of their Colonel.

When John opened his eyes, he was lying face down in a pile of soft dirt. He groaned at the sore feeling in all of his body. He moved slowly, gingerly and took in his surroundings.

The ravine he had slipped into was steep, with soft dirt in every direction. John was a little surprised that it hadn’t all fallen on top of him when he had slid down it. That was good, of course, but he had made a lot of movement when he fell. That could be enough to trigger a rockslide. So he couldn’t try to climb back up.

John looked around for his stuff and started digging through his pockets. The longer he went without finding his radio, the more worried he got. There was no way he was going to be able to get back up that hill on his own. He needed help, and if he couldn’t call for it over the radio, he was stuck, hoping they’d find him.

Ronan had wandered away, feeling restless while McKay did his thing. He was confident that McKay could find Sheppard given enough time, but he wasn’t in the mood to do nothing while he was at it. He had already swept the area but figured it couldn’t hurt to do it a second time.

This time, there was no rush to his movements, which might explain why he had caught sight of a small piece of fabric snagged on a tree. Ronan frowned and inspected it. There were a dozen people checking the woods, so it could’ve come from anyone, but Ronan would take any lead he could get.

He tracked where the person would’ve come from and where they would’ve gone by the angle of the snag.

Ronan got very concerned when he realized that the most obvious direction would’ve been down the steep ravine. There was little to no way to get down from the top without risking the whole bank caving in.

He dithered for a moment and then called, “Sheppard.”

“Ronan!” Sheppard’s voice was slightly muffled and pained sounding, but he was clearly alive.

“I’m going to call for help.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. I don’t know what happened to my radio or the other half of my stuff, but I don’t think I can get up this stupid hill without help.”

Ronan inspected it and agreed. The dirt on the sides was very soft and partially waterlogged. A wrong move could start a mudslide.

“This is Ronan.”

“Ronan, you find something?” Teyla’s voice was carefully emotionless.

“Yes, I found Sheppard. He’s down a ravine. I’m along the tree line, a straight line from where you are.”

“We’re coming right now. Is he hurt? Do we need to call in Keller?” McKay’s voice wasn’t nearly as grating as it normally was.

“Let me check. Sheppard!”

“What?”

“You hurt?”

There was a pause. “Yeah, my leg. Not sure if it’s broken or not.”

Ronan relayed the information.

“I’ll get Lorne to get Keller out here. It could be dangerous to move him. Hey, what happened to his radio?”

“It’s not on him. Probably somewhere along the way down. Could be impossible to find in the mud.”

“Right.”

Getting Hauled out of a ravine in a hoist was not the highlight of John’s day. However, it definitely beat out lying at the bottom of it, hoping to be rescued.

Keller had immediately started checking him over as soon as they had him on solid ground. Once she had ensured that John’s leg wasn’t broken, she got Lorne and Ronan to help haul him back to the gate. It was an exhausting procedure. It might not have been broken, but the sprain was agony to try and walk on.

They walked him slowly back to the gate with the teams that had been placed to look for him on the planet following behind. John admitted, at least internally, knowing that Woolsey cared enough to send multiple teams to look for him.

Which, normally, it was much worse than just falling off a cliff. Kidnap, torture, etc. Maybe Woolsey just didn’t want to get reprimanded for not taking every possible avenue to get him back. Or, maybe there was some real affection there from the current head of Atlantis.

They didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things, but the original dislike had settled into casual disagreement and occasional camaraderie.

As they walked him through the gate, John looked up to Woolsey’s office and smiled at the sight of the man waiting for his return.

Welcome to my ✨ chaotic ✨ notes and analysis on Chapter 20 of Blue Lily, Lily Blue (The Raven Cycle #3) aka the superior #Pynch chapter. Keep in mind there will be SPOILERS for future books as well! I haven’t read TRK or CDTH yet but I’ve spoiled myself things 🫣 *Taylor Swift voice* Don’t say I didn’t warn ya! HERE WE GO!

Just me losing my s*it at these six words — but this is something I will dive into in more detail later, it’s interesting to stop and think about all the reasons Ronan took Adam and not someone else to the Barns. Just a thought 🫣

THIS PART. Not only it’s foreshadowing for them moving to the Barns together, not only it’s heartbreaking because Adam never had a real home — but Ronan himself will become a synonym of home for Adam. Maggie Stiefvater you freaking genius. As a bonus, Ronan picking up plums for both of them might seem insignificant, but it’s in little acts like these that he shows how deeply he cares about Adam. So yes your honor a plum made me emotional and WHAT ABOUT IT.

UHM EXCUSE YOU I NEED AN INHALER??? I literally screamed. Adam has been noticing Ronan’s (gorgeous) eyes lingering on him. Which means he’s been looking as well — these two are just goddamn magnets 😩 and then, Adam freaking Parrish proceeds to IMAGINE RONAN HAVING A CRUSH ON HIM uhm sir that is very bisexual of you!!! “Not just by anyone, someone like Ronan” — somebody hold me while I sob — “chose Adam for his hungry eyes” oh baby boy he chose you for that and so much more. 🫶 honorable mention to “all casual” DHSJJS we have a case of idiots to lovers my friends

“Aren’t you afraid you’ll get hurt” = “I’m afraid you’ll get hurt” 🫠

Then this whole description about how Ronan is the literal best and most selfless person in the world who would literally d*e for his friends and constantly puts them first (and Adam knows that). No I will take no criticism on this.

Adam being in awe of Ronan? Relatable but also makes my heart go 💞💕💗 HE FINDS HIM HANDSOME can we take a second to lie down and take that in??? Okay. We can proceed now.

“Tell me what I’m missing” because again, Ronan thinks so highly of Adam. Ugh 🥺 Can we just appreciate these contrasts??? Fair and cautios / dark and incendiary. THE SOULMATERY OF IT ALL. ❤️‍🔥

This part. The part that had me crying actual tears. Ronan confides in Adam with what’s most precious to him in the world — his family, Matthew (baby angel) in particular. Ronan once again proves he deserves so much love (while we wait for Adam to give it to him) and Adam can’t help but think about how devoted Ronan is. Well. If anyone needs me I’ll get over this in the next 3-5 months.

This is just so freaking sweet. Their shoulders were close (and they liked it that way because I am hereby deciding this is a metaphor for how they will lean on each other forever ha ha). 💗

In conclusion: Adam thinks Ronan is handsome, devoted, dark, incendiary, incredible (he doesn’t say the word but it’s obvious alright).

This is not in Ronan’s pov, but we know Ronan thinks Adam is smart(er than him), trustworthy, elegant, strong.

I can’t wait to watch their love bloom 🥺

Let me know if you enjoyed this (I can’t answer directly from this acc because it’s my side blog but my main is kklainesmalec!) and if you’d like for me to do the same with other pynch chapters! 💗

Missed Six-Second Sunday Monday (Adam Parrish in six WIPs edition) because I’m feeling lonesome and a bit at sea.

Adam relaxed a bit, letting his spine slump in the seat. Hours in the car had made his legs stiff. He should’ve had enough room to avoid K and Proko with his stretch, but his foot bumped something. He looked at K and raised an eyebrow. K lit up in a delight which usually preceded an extinction level event.

“Prepare to be surprised, you uptight fuck,” K grinned, and ducked under the table.

—

Gansey drooped slightly, some of the fight leaving him, and he geared down, reducing his speed and the noise of the engine with it. Gansey had been driving like a maniac for once, Adam had slept through it, and Ronan wasn’t even there. What a waste.

“Ronan came home, dumped some Chinese leftovers on my bed and said you’d forgotten your lunch, then went into his room and slammed the door. I thought I’d bring them to you at work, since I knew you wouldn’t be getting much of a break, and because I thought I should ask if you two were fighting and if plans needed to be rearranged.”

Gansey for ‘you’re working yourself to death again, still, and you and Lynch seem to be fighting, and I’m worried about you both but I’ve got no way to show it without you getting angry at me.’ Sometimes, if Adam let him think about it for too long, he felt like an utter asshole for making Gansey navigate the minefield Adam had set up without ever meaning to.

—

Adam grinned at him then, and it was a hybrid of Ronan’s and Adam’s own. Ronan’s sharp, feral smile was all havoc, not indifferent to consequence or calamity, but eager for them, whatever they might be. Adam’s smile, his native one, was barely concealed slyness, consequences accounted for and deftly side-stepped, the calamity someone else’s problem. Adam’s usual smile was the quiet confidence and subtle joy of knowing what was and what would be. Adam’s smile always knew something that no one else did.

This crossbred smile knew something Ronan didn’t: It knew the coming calamity, opened the door to its house, and dragged Ronan inside before he could raise his fist to knock or his foot to kick down the door.

—

“Do I need to turn off my phone?” he asked as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. She told him the wifi password and said not to worry about it.

“Just let me know if there's anything you need,” she said, voice still your-seat-cushion-can-be-used-as-a-floatation-device professional.

Was this what it felt like to be Gansey? To have people never drop their customer service face no matter how much they were dying inside, no matter how much you tried to assure them that you saw a person when you looked at them?

Was that how Adam had looked all these years, trying to get by and get out?

—

Adam should not be delighted. This wasn’t the smooth way, the no-nonsense way. This was the scenario he wanted to avoid, really, direct contact was just a waste of his time and effort. Far better to get a money manager or an accountant or an assistant or something. Adam should not be happy about this.

But Adam had had a shitbox day and was feeling mean, so he took “Fuck you, you privileged miserable shit, I own your ass,” and translated it through his English-to-Lawyer dictionary.

—

That was part of the problem, Ronan knew, that he needed to find words because his teeth against a collarbone, his nose running along a tendon in Adam’s neck, the suction of his mouth around Adam’s fingers was not getting Ronan the answers he needed.

Ronan needed to make himself understood so that he might understand, and yet, every sentence he had planned fled his mind just as they had when Adam had answered the phone after the Moderators’ ambush.

“Why won’t you let me touch you?” Ronan asked, and it felt exactly like asking, ‘Why didn’t you text back?’

Adam sighed, and the wind sighed with him. The dirt under Ronan’s fingernails, the invisible spores from fungus around them, the pollen in the air, everything radiated absolute longing, and Ronan realized that he was feeling everything that Adam felt, exactly as he felt it.

Maybe they could understand each other, at last.

image to my fanfic "Loyalty of an Android"

archiveofourown.org/works/3356…

He heard Gavin's gun begin firing. GJ500 and TR400 attacked him again. Ronan barely managed to dodge them and grab the smaller GJ500 around the arm and threw him onto the TR400 chest. It made the bigger android stagger, and Ronan kicked TR400 hard in the chest to make him stay down for a minute. GJ500 jumped him and managed to force his fingers through his skin and rib a small piece of his arm off him. Ronan roared in pain and picked up the smaller android and threw him at the other Goons. They fell to the ground of the impact of the thrown android. There was blue blood around the now still GJ500. They must have by accident shot their own android. Ronan tried to scan his damaged arm, but then he was hit by something very big and fast. At first, he thought it was the TR400, but the roaring motor told him it was something else. He hit a wall with a great impact, and he felt his good arm and shoulder shatter. He has been hit by a car. Driven by a manic-looking Jack. He has a head injury after forgetting the seat belt and has apparently hit his head on the steering wheel. Jack was still disoriented after the car crash. I don't want to die. Ronan pulled out his own gun. There had been hidden behind his back all the time. I don't want to die Jack's face froze in horror when he realized Ronan was carrying a gun and still able to move. He tried to get out of the care. I don't want to die Ronan pulled the trigger. Jack died of a gunshot to the head. “NINES!” he looked up and saw Gavin was pinned down. His hiding spot was at risk. Ronan groaned and pulled the damaged car away from him. His damaged arm only hangs in two cables. It was too damaged to be repaired. He ripped his shattered arm off him. He could also feel part of his face and chest were highly damaged. cored and metal was hanging from him and thirium were covering his shoulder and chest. 20 minutes before eminent shutdown.

I don't want to die TR400 walked confidently over to him “Not so tough now, huh, deviant hunter?” he grinned. Ronan looked right at him. He was not Ronan Anderson at the moment. he was RK900, the deviant killer. “I can still kill you.” he jumped the TR400 and punched his arm right through his stomach plate. There was a soft spot and ripped a fist full of cord and metal out of the TR400. TR400 staggered and held himself around the stomach with fear in his eyes. Ronan ignored how much this android looked like Luther. Right now... he needed to survive. The TR400 got a hold of his face to push him away, and he nearly took Ronan's eye.  If he were at full capacity, he would not have that much trouble fighting the other android. He was built to withstand attacks from other models, but at the moment, it was the TR400 that had the upper hand, with him only having one arm. A damaged chest and part of his face were ripped to shreds. 17 minutes before eminent shutdown. He needed to end this battle quickly. He jumped into the air and kicked the TR400 right in the neck there making him stagger before he tackled him to the ground. The TR400 pushed him off, but he got a second kick at the neck by Ronan on the ground. He felt the TR400's neck crack under the kicks. He was immobilized for the moment. He stepped on the other androids' neck, and the TR400 tried to get him off, but the kick Ronan had done to the neck made him weaker. “wait! I don't want to die!” the TR400 cried under him. “Me either,” Ronan said coldly and stepped hard onto his neck. It cracked under him, and the TR400 stopped moving when his head and body were separated. Ronan staggered over to Gavin, who had just handcuffed the last human there was still alive. He fell to the ground before he could reach the human. “Holy shit...Nines!” he heard Gavin cry out. He felt his arms on him “hey hey hey, hang on. Just hang on.” “I'm going to die in 10 minutes....” Ronan informed Gavin. “Don't say that! Fuck fuck fuck” Gavin swore and looked horrified at his broken body. He quickly took his phone up to his ear. His hands were shaking and blue “I need an android ambulance. Ronan is really badly injured” Ronan guessed he called the stations since he also gave them his location. He set the phone down and looked at him with panic “right... we can get you fixed. We can get you back.” “I don't want to die.” “I know, I know. Just... hang on” he looked lost at his mangled body. 8 minutes before eminent shutdown. “is there anything I can do? Something to stop the bleeding?” “Call Connor... call Hank... I want to … talk to them.” “Don't talk like that! We're going to get you back!” “No... no more... no more,” Ronan begged. He couldn't do it again. He couldn't take it anymore. “I'm tired...” “You can't leave me!” Gavin yelled at him with tears in his eyes, “you fucking android, you can't!” “...I can't do it anymore... I'm scared of going back.” “Phck...” Gavin swore and lay his head against his chest. He was scared, lost, and frustrated. He picked up the phone again. “Connor? I... I need your help...” 6 minutes before eminent shutdown

I wish both Ronan and Jon all the best, really. But I am going to be a little contrary here and say that I think they will never be able to ‘replace’ each other, and do better than what they had. And I say this knowing their relationship was difficult and unlikely to survive anyway… it still doesn’t change the fact that imo, they will not be able to find the same (love) again, ever.

That said, Jon will have an easier time to move on for many reasons, and will find something closer to what he wants and needs in his life. It may be this guy or somebody else in the future, I don’t know, but I believe he will get close enough.

Ronan worries me. I can’t see him finding anyone in the future even close to Jon. Not because he is irreplaceable himself, but because I can almost guarantee Ronan trusted Jon in a way he will never allow himself to trust anybody else. No matter how much he parties and takes shirtless selfies, I’m sure his confidence is in the gutter now. And I do believe he will regret losing Jon in the future.

I'd argue he probably already regrets losing Jon.

He should start a company with two of his closest friends and take on the world.

welcome to reverie island, ada ! you’ve been accepted. jo march, azula, rachel amber, cecily herondale, mary crawley, enola holmes, inej ghafa, and yor briar are now taken. you have twenty-four hours to message the main for the discord. if you need an extension, please send a message to the main. we hope you enjoy your stay here.

( spy x family , mookda narinrak , cis-woman , she/her, 27 ) * 【ｆｉｌｅｄ : YOR FORGER neé BRIAR 】 is a CANON CHARACTER and REMEMBERS THEIR PAST LIFE. the HUMAN is known to be PROTECTIVE and GULLIBLE and reminds me of lips that don't know how to lie, a red stain blooming upon white sheets . they are CURIOUS about why they are on the island, but as more comes to light about the mysterious island, they will soon decide to FIGHT the powers that be who brought them here. ( ooc: ada, 25, she/her, cet, n/a)

( avatar the last airbender , ju jingyi , cis-female, she/her, 25 ) *  【ｆｉｌｅｄ : AZULA 】is a CANON CHARACTERS and REMEMBERS HER PAST LIFE. the HUMAN/FIRE BENDER is known to be CONFIDENT and DECEITFUL and reminds me of fanning the flames of violence, sparks from the fire dancing in the air, winning the battle before stepping into the fight . they are INDIFFERENT about why they are on the island, but as more comes to light about the mysterious island, they will soon decide to JOIN the powers that be who brought them here.

( downton abbey , davika hoorne , cis-female, she/her, thirty-one ) *  【ｆｉｌｅｄ : MARY CRAWLEY 】is a CANON CHARACTER and PARTLY REMEMBERS THEIR PAST LIFE. the HUMAN is known to be RESILIENT and HAUGHTY and reminds me of loyality beyond compare, always a three steps ahead as though being chased by ghosts, missing for something no longer there, dreams half forgotten as sleep leaves your eyes, the quiet in losing loved ones. they are INDIFFERENT about why they are on the island, but as more comes to light about the mysterious island, they will soon decide to HIDE FROM the powers that be who brought them here.

( six of crows, banita sandhu, cis-female, she/her, 23 ) *  【ｆｉｌｅｄ :  INEJ GHAFA 】is a CANON CHARACTER and REMEMBERS HER PAST LIFE. the HUMAN is known to be OBSERVANT and CAUTIOUS and reminds me of hearing whispers in the wind that no one else seems to notice, walking home at 3am, cold hands, watching the snow fall. they are SUSPICIOUS about why they are on the island, but as more comes to light about the mysterious island, they will soon decide to FIGHT the powers that be who brought them here.

( life is strange, kristine froseth , cis-female , she/her , 27 ) *  【ｆｉｌｅｄ :  RACHEL AMBER 】is a CANON CHARACTER and PARTLY REMEMBERS THEIR PAST LIFE. the HUMAN is known to be CARING and BOISTEROUS and reminds me of the rupture of your heart, pink tipped fingers laced in secrecy, happy little pills.   they are CURIOUS about why they are on the island, but as more comes to light about the mysterious island, they will soon decide to HIDE FROM the powers that be who brought them here.

( little women, saoirse ronan, cis-female, she/her, 26 ) *  【ｆｉｌｅｄ :  JOSEPHINE ‘JO’ MARCH 】is a CANON CHARACTER and REMEMBERS HER PAST LIFE. the HUMAN is known to be OBSTINATE and ILL-TEMPERED and reminds me of late nights spent at the library, always wanting for more, a loopy smile and an honest heart, falling just before the finish line, bullet points on a restaurant napkin.   they are CURIOUS about why they are on the island, but as more comes to light about the mysterious island they will soon decide to FIGHT the powers that be who brought them here.

( enola holmes , phoebe dynevor , cis-woman, she/her, 24 ) * 【ｆｉｌｅｄ : ENOLA HOLMES 】 is a CANON CHARACTER and DOESN’T REMEMBER THEIR PAST LIFE. the HUMAN is known to be ARDENT and BOISTEROUS and reminds me of intensive drumming  beneath your skin, the chaos of a lively city, swallowing down your stubborn pride. they are SUSPICIOUS about why they are on the island, but as more comes to light about the mysterious island, they will soon decide to FIGHT the powers that be who brought them here. ( ooc: ada, 25, she/her, cet, n/a)

( the infernal devices , dasha taran , cis-woman, she/her, 21 ) * 【ｆｉｌｅｄ : CECILY HERONDALE】 is a CANON CHARACTER and DOESN’T REMEMBER THEIR PAST LIFE. the HUMAN/SHADOWHUNTER is known to be PROTECTIVE and SARCASTIC and reminds me of leaving behind a token of ill will, the cruelty in absence . they are INDIFFERENT about why they are on the island, but as more comes to light about the mysterious island, they will soon decide to FIGHT the powers that be who brought them here. ( ooc: ada, 25, she/her, cet, n/a)

For short rests, Ronan will usually write in his journal as the daylight makes this easier, but if the day has been incredibly taxing or if they had a fight that was rather draining, he will instead bandage what he needs to, check on his companions, smash something edible into his maw, and then have a power nap. Just finds a place to lay down or a rock or a tree to rest against, and closes his damn eyes.

So they're in the swamp, fresh out of fight with woads that went anywhere between bad to worse, and the want to journal is somewhere in the nine hells. Ronan gets his team patched up (save for a certain vampire who performance was lacking at best), eats an apple he found, and put his back against a rock for a time. The others are close by, chatting, catching their breath, and no doubt Ronan will be up and ready to move before they are, so he's confident in getting a solid twenty minutes.

Until he feels a presence standing over him.

"Yes?" He rumbles, the predictable scuffle of boots stumbling back pulling an eye open to see Astarion, both anxious and annoyed.

Astarion stutters out that he was just checking on him, the cleric being so far and alone from everyone else while sleeping of all things. Ronan makes it clear he doesn't believe that with a rumbling hum, stating he's still aware of his surroundings, which gets a prissy little rebuttal about how, yes, he seems to be very aware, all of the time. The cleric lets him stew in that, keeping an eye on him as he's clearly got something on the tip of his tongue that will work itself out eventually.

"I was thinking, considering the morning so far, it is in everyone's best interest they get a bite to eat, wouldn't you agree?"

Ronan doesn't say anything for a moment, noting the desperation of last night is no where to be found. Instead, Astarion is fine, uninjured, clean save for his boots, standing over a muddied, bruised, and bloodied Ronan. Asking for too much.

"Your bite is in the mud over there." He tells him, jerking his head in the general direction before settling back into his spot against the rock and closing his eye. "Fish it up, or wait till tonight."

He doesn't get to see exactly what that statement does to that pretty face, but the snide remark about how 'generous' he is works wonders for him and he's finally left alone for his shortened nap.

ronan was a freak bitch for spying on jordan and declan like that anyway i wrote 1000 words about it

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Ronan is watching her again.

Music straining out tinned and thready from the little computer speakers as it reaches to fill the space. City sounds coming in to mingle through the slanted opening of the window. Jordan in the center of it all, diffusing life and energy out from all around her. There on Jordan's pallet, her canvas, is a splash of bold colors, mixed and spread and living. She is moving to something, feeding the energy and drinking it all back in a balanced feedback loop that grows with each brushstroke.

It is equal parts comfort and fascination.

Declan comes most nights and tonight is a most night. He enters the picture in his usual way. Quietly and unassuming like. Easily overlooked at first glance but once noticed it was hard to look anywhere else and not see a sign of him. His suit jacket folded neatly over the arm of the couch. The bold line of his gaze strong and sure in Jordan's direction and the confidence of his steps as he closes the distance between them. He takes Jordan in his arms.

Ronan remembers that he once had a chest and in that chest there was a heart that sometimes hammered against his ribs, against another's spine pressed close to his beating heart, his chest of flesh. Ronan remembers what it was like to have hands and arms and the simple, uncomplicated joy of holding someone in them. Ronan cannot remember what joy feels like but he knows it when he sees it. And here he sees it in his brother.

More than that, he gets a tingling phantom sensation along a body that he no longer inhabits. A body that he only remembers because someone told him, like the unreliable hearsay of a faint memory. But as he watches Declan's arms as they curve around Jordan's waist, as he watches Declan's hands slip comfortably, possessively over her, Ronan remembers. Touch. Warmth. Want.

Had he still a heart, it would be fluttering. Had he still a throat, it would be dry.

Declan pulls Jordan away from the easel on the pretense of what his touch promises. The music cycles in the background with the same few themes and sounds rearranged just enough to differentiate but never enough to demand attention. And yet the monotonous beat is hypnotic, drawn to the forefront of what Ronan can hear. It distorts whatever Declan is saying to the edge of Jordan's smiling mouth. (Slick tongue, hot breath. Always the thrumming heart.) Ronan follows their hands. Sensation had swept over him like static before a storm and he wanted to be covered in it.

Jordan's fingers interlocked behind Declan's neck. (Knuckles tickled. The drag, the pressure.) Declan's hands guiding her to the well loved sofa just to the side of the room. (Dry palms. Just enough fingernail to bite down.) Declan rests against the curved plush arm and Jordan rests against him. They do not kiss but only barely. His mouth is moving and though Ronan is watching intently (heart now a very convincing ache) he cannot make out what Declan is saying. There are words, yes, but the meaning is fuzzy. Dreamlike.

Jordan leans back though she is still standing in the space between his thighs. She is not looking him in the eye. She is looking at her hands as they fidget with his tie (thick and textured). First dragging her knuckles down the length of it once, twice, then coming up to undo the symmetrical windsor that had persisted valiantly throughout the workday.

"There's the version as it's meant to be heard and an improper version," Declan is saying. The knot comes loose. He swallows as he waits.

"Have you ever known me to be improper?" Jordan replies. She removes the tie from him in what must be an exaggeratedly proper motion. As if to emphasize the entire thing, she undoes the very top pearl button on his shirt and waits.

"Regale me," she says.

Once, Ronan had memorized the shape of Declan's mouth when he began to tell a story. It was so much like Niall's mouth. Not only the subtle way he would pluck the tip of his tongue between his teeth before he began but also Ronan's own thrill of anticipation, his own bated breath. It's a wonder Ronan ever forgot.

The music washes over the scene again and all Ronan can do is watch Declan's mouth. Imagine the words, the story. Likely something he's told before and can easily tell again. Maybe a variation on something Niall once told the three of them, the Lynch brothers, all huddled together in rapt attention, not a single one of them daring to move on the squeaking old mattress. Declan has his own stories, though, and perhaps this one is a version meant only for Jordan.

Declan tells his story and Jordan listens and Ronan watches.

Ronan watches intently as Declan takes one of Jordan's hands. Her fingers curl instinctively around his but he flattens her palm and traces a line from the tip of each finger to the center of her hand. (Are his fingers rough? Is his touch delicate?) The motion matches the narrative, Ronan is sure, but exactly how isn't clear. Jordan's wrist looks fine boned and precious under Declan's touch. His mouth is no different. The same gentle reverence in his kiss to the pulse beating finely along the underside of her wrist. Declan places Jordan's palm against his chest (the sear, the thrill) and takers her other hand to repeat the process again. Sensation becomes urgent and aching. Ronan has only just remembered touch and already he is starving for it.

There enugh pieces of a memory of a life that had once been lived voraciously. This distant experience forms the bones, the structure, but the live practicum provides stretches to fill the gap between what Ronan knows now and what he can remember. He remembers the messy, disturbing, euphoric ways bodies could touch. He remembers the thin line between violence and passion fueled by want. When had he last wanted anything? When had he last remembered urgency of any kind? He remembers the texture of Declan's hair, thick and silky at the same time. It is an easy thing to feel what Jordan is feeling there in the grasp of her fists. The want bleeding though her palms and the overflowing joy where Declan's hands are touching her bare skin under her loose shirt. His mouth on hers.

A complicated contradiction of emotions blooms in the place where Ronan once had a heart.

And just as quickly it dies.

Jordan slows, stumbles into Declan like she suddenly couldn't hold herself up. Her hands drop limp to her sides and Declan moves to steady her by the shoulders. She smiles, unconcerned. Declan doesn't. His usual no nonsense brand of concern is the primary thing painted across his face. If Ronan still had access to that beautiful well of feelings he might be able to pluck the subtler signs on his brother. But he can't. So he doesn't.

Jordan turns her attention back to her painting. Declan turns his attention to his phone. He takes a short call, gathering up his jacket as he does. Ronan blinks or time slips or maybe Declan had never been there to begin with. Maybe Ronan had only been watching Jordan. The studio is gray hued now, blurring around the edges in early morning light. Jordan is there among it all, painting alone. Ronan can feel the himself slipping away but something tells him he'll be back soon.

What will be the Laurie and Julia's reactions if MC gets severely injured, maybe on the verge of dying as a treat? I am so bisexual for them both <333

you know, this is a major spoiler since something happens in the story along these lines. but since it's not exactly like this scenario...

ronan bennett

he sees you fall with a sickening thud that has his heart leaping out of his chest in a maddening sort of worry. he runs to you with the desperation of a man clinging onto a thin thread of hope that separates wishes and reality.

it happened way too soon for lawrence abernathy to comprehend. one second he was taking a walk with you and the next second, he hears a gunshot that rings around the area. he didn't expect you to come inbetween him and the bullet that was aimed for him.

it all comes crashing down on him at once, and it is with desperate fingers that he tries to stop the bleeding from the wound. inflicted by the small metal which is still embedded in your heart, your breath comes out in wheezes.

the boy who was the cause of all this stands shocked under a tree as he realises that he got the wrong person and is lead away by alarmed guards patrolling the area. he couldn't be more that fifteen, blaming laurie for not saving his sister and planning an extreme level of revenge for his loss.

that is all the least of laurie's concern as tears fall freely from his face, his mind trying to snap him out of it and urging him to perform a surgery as soon as possible. it was all false hope, however, he had no confidence that it would make any difference other than prolonging the inevitable.

he could hear your breathing slow down. a sound that was always so assuring and honest fade with time.

“why did you do it?” he cries, holding you to his chest. “it wasn't meant for you. you had no right to do this.”

you smile at him, the expression dipped in sadness. an apology, an eulogy for yourself. laurie mourns for the way your face, glowing like the summer sun, dims as you use your remaining energy to press against him. your body fights to expel the bullet from your heart, every pulse sending excruciating pain down your spine.

“because i couldn't bear to think of a future where you weren't beside me.”

laurie shakes his head, holding you closer as if that would allow him to take every pain you are feeling into his body instead.

“do you think i do not feel the same way?” he weeps. “do you think i wish to be in a world where you do not exist?”

laurie says your name, over and over until it is the only sound heard. clear and resounding even through his choked voice. it is to the point that he doesn't hear the clink of metal hitting the concrete as it is finally pushed out of your body.

he stands up suddenly and carries you to the hospital as fast as his legs would allow him, arms shaking as he tries to keep his fear in bay. he wasn't going to let you die here, not like this.

“i love you,” he says, words more like a stream of a broken man's pleas. laurie's hands hold your cold ones tight, your pained groans echoing in the room. “please, i'd give up anything. just come back to me.”

he knew, at that moment, if you die, all things swift and beautiful and bright would be buried with you. only remnants of them traced back to the side of afterlife where you'd reside, and greet him with open arms when his time comes.

célia dupont

juliette larue was not a meek fool that everything thought her to be. she had the brains to achieve her ends if she wanted, although she often chose not to show it off lest it attracted unwanted attention or she was ostracized for it. however, she never had to worry about that with you.

you with your dreamy gaze and a smile that said you were all too eager to hear what was on her mind. how could she not fall in the deepest depths of love? sometimes, it was too hard to be in your presence, too painful to know that maybe you would belong to someone else. after all, what if you grew tired of her?

who could possibly love a woman who was so... torn in two. someone who fell in love despite being married to someone else. one could argue that juliette is only following her heart, the desire to actually pursue what she truly wants that is not based on what everyone expects of her. but the noblewoman was above these sort of mental gymnastics.

that's why she curses herself and the world when she sees you fall, a knife embedded in your heart like a deadly lover's embrace. juliette cries in a way she has never cried before, raw emotions spilling forth and her vulnerability breaking like a fragile wall of glass.

she should have known. she should have known how phillipe's eyes flashed when your name was mentioned. how his hands lingered on the place your hands touched her. glaring. fuming. scheming.

the person behind the killer intent flees the scene before anyone could even understand what was going on, juliette being the only one fast enough to react.

church bells rang in the distance as if signalling a horrible omen, people around juliette and her lover were shooed away by strange folks in white clothes and glowing eyes. but the noblewoman barely took notice of her surroundings, hands desperately pressing against the wound on her beloved's chest.

her dress is bloodstained, hazel eyes swimming with tears as she tries to keep herself from trembling with the terrible chill that runs through her body. she just got you, she just... she cannot lose you, not like this.

juliette had very little fears in her life, but nothing terrified her more than the thought of a world with you gone. it with a broken hope that she pleads for help around her, a tremble in her voice as she clings to your body as it grows colder with the passing minutes.

“we didn't have much time,” she clings to you as she weeps. “your promised me forever, mon amour. i beg of you, restez avec moi.”

she would have never wish for anything else so if there were any gods out there, she pleaded for them to listen to her. to save the only person who her heart yearned for, the only one she willingly ever mutually worshipped.

“je t'aime.” it was a word meant only for you and no one else. your lips part to echo it back, smiling as your hold her hand which gently caresses your face.

“i won't leave,” you speak through the cold that overtakes your body, chest healing slowly but surely. “i will keep that promise even in death.”

and it was true. it was not a simple promise to you, but rather an oath. juliette heard the resolution in your voice, felt the subtle way you pressed her hand. she can almost feel your heart beating steadily again, righting itself at the sight of her tears.

she dares to trust in this twist of fate, trust that someone has been watching over this star-crossed story of yours. she kisses you with a reckless abandon, burying the questions she has deep down as you whisper to her that you're here and you're never leaving.

“toujours?” she asks, voice still shaky with fear. afraid that this is a ludicrous scenario that juliette's mind had made up to cope with what she had witnessed.

your answer is a whisper of finalty. “toujours.”

Kissing prompt day 2, from the lovely @navigatrixloves. Thank you for this one! 💕

Pynch — One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

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There’s reassurance in the gesture, in having Adam’s hands so close. Ronan has always found both comfort and exhilaration in his boyfriend’s touch, how Adam knows exactly when and what he needs at any given moment, all without so much as a single word said between them.

Yesterday, it had been leaving Ronan to his own devices, until it became time to sleep. Then it was having wiry but strong arms wrapped around him, holding Ronan so he felt safe and secure enough to dream.

Today, it’s inseparability, staying so near they’re practically one creature. It was Adam, slotted against Ronan’s back while he tried, and ultimately failed, to cook perfect over-easy eggs and unburnt bacon for breakfast. It was their pinkies and ring fingers twined together as they walked the fences, checking for broken planks and other flaws which might allow dreamt-up animals to escape.

Now, it’s Adam sitting comfortably on his lap, curled up to Ronan with his face resting against his shoulder. They’ve been like this for a while, long enough for Ronan to lose track of time, quiet except for their soft breathing and murmurs of nonsense once the silence becomes almost too charged to bear. When Adam shifts, Ronan worries he’s bored and done with being close, while he’s so very far from being ready to break apart.

Not yet, he thinks. Please, not yet.

Adam stares at Ronan with a look that is somehow both stern and soft, his lips pursed, lovely blue eyes tapering. There’s a gentleness to the set of his face, one that says I’m thinking.

He doesn’t speak out loud, there’s no need to. Words are nice, sure, but they communicate best through private, knowing glances, and by fitting their bodies together in moments of vulnerability and bliss. Rather than say what’s on his mind, Adam puts a finger to Ronan’s mouth, slowly brushing the calloused pad along his plump, slightly chapped bottom lip, then does the same to the top one. They part on sheer instinct, lids drooping as he loses himself in the familiar intimacy of being touched in such a way.

Through his dark eyelashes, Ronan sees the intense expression spread across Adam’s naturally gaunt features. His near translucent brows draw in, forming a telling crease between them, his mouth set in a painfully straight line.

Trying to lighten the mood, Ronan eases the tip of Adam’s finger into his mouth to nibble on it, only to be rebuffed with a huff and his boyfriend pulling the whole thing away. “My bad,” Ronan gets out. “Won’t do it again.”

Adam doesn’t respond, he just fixes Ronan with a glare before going back to cautiously tracing his lips. It goes on for a long minute, another, and another, until Ronan begins to think he’s becoming delirious. His mouth trembles from the attention, breaths coming out in shaky waves, all conscious thought drifting further away with each passing moment. The only thing that exists is him, Adam’s comfortable weight still settled on his lap, and the finger gliding along his lips for what feels like an eternity and yet no time at all.

Just as Ronan is on the verge of a near mental breakdown, Adam finally stops, the sudden lack of sensation drawing out a whine. The digit drifts down, settling underneath his chin, tilting Ronan’s head up as Adam gives him a single, chaste kiss. Ronan isn’t certain what would be better for his fracturing state of mind — for this to be all there is, or for Adam to push — but he doesn’t have to worry for too long. Rather than pull away, Adam digs teeth into his bottom lip, biting down hard and, when Ronan whimpers in pain, promptly offers his tongue as a balm. He drags along the outside before delving in, licking at every inch Ronan has to offer.

He wraps arms around Adam’s back, pulling him close, his own fingers clawing into skin through a thin layer of blended cotton. Adam takes this as a sign to explore further, his confidence in the kiss making Ronan’s head swirl until he can’t take it any longer. Ronan pulls away with a gasp, both from surprise and something else altogether.

“Was that not okay?” Adam asks, whatever courage that had been there before gone.

“No, it was…” Ronan trails off, staring up at Adam’s flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. “Fucking good, almost too good. You’re so much sometimes, Adam.”

The look Adam gives him is one of uncertainty rather than pride, although Ronan thinks it should be the latter, considering the compliment. He starts to move like he wants out, but Ronan’s grip keeps him in place, and Adam quickly gives up with a frustrated sigh. “That’s not as flattering as you think it is, y’know.”

“It is, you just don’t know how to take a compliment.” This earns him another, much deeper sigh as a response. “I mean it, like, sometimes you’re just so fucking much it makes me feel like I’m going insane.”

Adam snorts and leans forward, nuzzling his face into Ronan’s shoulder. “I don’t get it,” he says, at least somewhat cowed by the elaboration.

“You will. Someday. Soon.”

“Soon?” Adam repeats, curiosity in his muffled voice.

“Soon.” Ronan echoes back, arms squeezing Adam tighter. “You’ll see yourself the way I see you.”

He doesn’t say anything, just reaches blindly up to press fingers to Ronan’s mouth and keeps them there — his own soundless offer of comfort and surrender.

Ok can i ask for a prompt: adam playing the piano 🥺 and ronan dying 🤣

Saturday is a work day for Adam; a shift at Boyd’s that won’t finish until late afternoon, but after that, he’s Ronan’s until he’s due back at Aglionby on Monday morning.

Ronan uses his Adam-less hours in the attic, going through boxes and boxes of Niall’s stuff, getting lost in memories and distracted by old photo albums and trinkets. Anything of interest and requiring further investigation, he takes to the living room. But a few precious treasures end up in his own room.

And that’s where Adam finds him when he gets back.

“That’s new,” he says, motioning the old electric keyboard sitting on Ronan’s bed.

“Old, actually. I think it’s one of my dad’s.”

Adam puts down his bag and stretches. “Dream thing?” Ronan nods. “It looks normal enough.”

“There’s no power cord, though, and no batteries, but--” Ronan presses a key and middle C rings out. “See? Still works.”

“Huh.” Adam crosses to the bed, drops a kiss onto Ronan’s head, then sits down and pulls the keyboard towards him, pressing a few keys, feeling it out.

Ronan watches carefully. Adam’s expression is distant, remembering, and Ronan thinks he’s about to discover something about his boyfriend he didn’t know before.

“Can you play?” he asks.

Adam looks up and smiles shyly. “Not really. The music teacher in middle school gave me a few lunchtime lessons, but it’s been so long...” He trails off, and looks back down at the keyboard.

Hesitantly, fumblingly, he plays a little bit of The First Noel. It’s not a perfect rendition, but it’s easily recognisable, and pretty good for someone who hasn’t played in years. Adam smiles again and shakes his head when he’s finished. “For some reason all I can remember is Christmas Carols.”

“They’re one of the first things I was taught, too,” Ronan says. He watches Adam’s hands, hovering over the keys. He wants to hear more. “Can you remember anything else?”

“Um. Maybe,” Adam murmurs. Slowly, he starts to play again. It’s Chopsticks, known by amateur pianists the world over, and it makes Ronan smile. He hugs Adam from behind, hooking his chin over his shoulder, so full of fondness and love that he might burst.

Adam leans back, into Ronan’s touch. His confidence has grown now, and his muscle memory too, as he starts to play a little faster, with a little more certainty.

He finishes with a flourish and Ronan kisses his cheek. “Encore,” he says, and Adam laughs before knocking out a note-perfect rendition of Mary Had a Little Lamb.

“And that’s it,” he says after he’s played the last note. “That’s all I remember.”

He sinks back even further, leaning all his weight against Ronan, who reaches his arms around as far as he can and awkwardly plays a little tune he remembers his mom singing when he was little.

“What’s that?” Adam asks quietly. “It’s pretty.”

Ronan shrugs. “Just a little something.” He plays another few notes and stops abruptly. “I don’t remember what it’s called.”

Quiet settles over them. Ronan thinks of his childhood music lessons and competitions; he wonders if Adam’s thinking about a school lunch-break spent playing Chopsticks, dreading going home at the end of the day.

Adam breaks the silence. “Can you teach me?”

Ronan smiles, hiding it in Adam’s shoulder. Then he takes Adam’s hands and places them over the keys.

“Sure, Parrish. I can teach you.”

saw someone on Tumblr mention something about the Jericrew relationship with each other and I got inspired to make this. this is how I see their relationship. don't take it too seriously. Josh and North - Friends > Family some says opposite attract, in this case it ends up in verbal fights. Josh is an aggressive pacifist while North is a kill or be killed type of person. they fight like cats and dogs and their fights have become a common thing in Jericho. their relationship have always been rocky and it is no secret that Josh is tired of North hostility and her ability to kill without blinking while North is sick of Josh because he thinks humans can be reason with. their fights have never gone physical since Simon or Markus stops them before it goes that far. but if they did end up fighting; it WILL be North who win that fight and they both know this. they do end up doing a family bond before the last stand but it have not stopped either of them in throwing insult at their way of thinking at each others at ever giving moment they can. yes, Josh and North do fight each other nearly all the time but if someone tires to hurt the other, both of them will protect the other. they do live under the "only I is allowed to fight this idiot and nobody else" the only thing they can agree on is to help Simon and protect Jericho. Markus and Simon - Lover before Markus came to Jericho, Simon were the current leader of Jericho after it was forced on him after a tragedy. Simon later gave the leader title to Markus and he could finally take a step back. Markus have always have a certain respect towards Simon due to his deviant age, former title and his experience but Simon have always kept a certain distance from the others because of what he have been through in his life as a deviant. it was only after he managed to get away alive from the Stratford tower that he realized that he loved Markus but once he found out Markus and North have bonded, he once again took a step back and concealed his emotions. after the last stand and a lot of coaxing, Markus managed to make Simon opened up to him and they too ended up bonding. Markus and Simon's relationship is mostly private since Simon is bit old fashion. they mostly just hold hands or hug each other but Markus can from time to time sneak in a kiss which leave Simon rather flustered. Markus is the more outspoken with his relationship with Simon and he is encouraging Simon to be the same but it is hard for Simon to be confident with himself because of his past, but he is getting better with it with the help of Markus and North.   Josh and Connor - Friend Josh have always been neutral to Connor when he first came to Jericho since when they first met, Connor helped him and the others to escape the freighter when Markus blew it up. He is aware who and what Connor were before which is the reason to why he kept his conversations with Connor cordial. Connor didn't spend a lot of time around the other androids when he became deviant which also means he didn't spend a lot of time around Josh either. it was only after Connor went on a medical leave that he began to bond with the other leaders some more. Josh and Connor did try to find a middle ground with each other but it was kinda hard for them because like with Josh and North, they were just so very different. the different between Josh and Connor is Connor is a more soft-spoken android than North is and after some time just talking with each other, they did end up finding something they both could talk about which mostly were about animals or history. Connor loves animals but he is unaware of many of them while Josh were a teacher who teach biology as one of his subject so Connor always talks with him about random animals fact when Hank or Ronan is not around. their relationship is still very cordial but they do enjoy each others company so it was enough to they both agreed on doing a friend bond with each other. North and Simon - Family > Lover those two relationship have been incredible complicated for a very long time. North have always has a soft spot for Simon while Simon have for a very long time kept her an arm's length away from him since he were fully aware that she liked him. Simon always tried to push North away from him because he meant that she shouldn't be struck with a coward like him. he did train her to become the next leader which is the reason to why she sometimes took the lead instead of him. after Simon rejected her more verbally, North acted like she were not hurt by his words and acted more cordial towards him. she didn't want Simon dead on top of Stratford tower but Simon told her to do it if he became a reliability. after the last stand, North grew tired of Simon aloofness and demanded to know what was wrong with him. after he told her he have fallen in love with Markus, North saw hope in this and actually encouraged Markus to bond with Simon. North returned back to be protective towards Simon and this time, he didn't push her away but he still took baby steps in bonding with her. they did end up bonding. North is possible the most out-spoken with her relationships and does not hide it at all. even before they did the Lover bond, North will steal kisses from Simon or hug him protectively. Simon do love the attention but he is just a more private android and he tends to blush like crazy when she flirts with him, to North's great delight. she is the biggest encouragement to Simon to be more confident in himself. Connor and North - Friend > Family almost right away, North have taken Connor under her wing and she were one of them who were most vocal to let him stay with the rest of Jericho. North see herself in Connor since he have just as little freedom as she felt when she were still a machine. she doesn't agree with him when it comes to be friends with the humans and she have made this very clear. even if they do not agree on certain things, they have never actually being angry at each other. North sees Connor bit as a little brother so she do tolerate him when he is a cheeky bastard and his relationship with Hank but she do not back down to whack him over the head if he gets too bold with his antics such as stealing her sitting places or pulling pranks on her. North and Connor mostly spend their time together either pulling pranks on each other or they team up to pull pranks on others or they smack-talk people their have annoyed them. Markus and North - Lover North didn't actually like Markus when he first came to Jericho. she found him intrusive and stuck-up but she do like he were bold enough to get things moving. Markus were a bit more neutral and curious around North but he couldn't deny he found her interesting. their relationship did have their ups and downs over the time they knew each other and their bonding were actually done by accident. after North have some time to calm down and Markus understood what was going on, they both accepted they were now bonded since it was something they both wanted after some talking with each other. because they bonded by accident, Markus were unsure what he were allowed to do with her because of her past and North were still trying to wrapping her head around the fact she bonded with anyone even if she told herself she will never do it. it didn't take them long to figure out their new relationship and they did turn into a fantastic power couple. Markus ended up bonding with Simon by the encouragement from North and Markus encouraged Simon to bond with North. both of them are wild fires in their own ways and they both are very outspoken with their relationship to the point that they doesn't even bother to hide make their bonding private. in their more private times, North likes to be treated gently and like she is worth of love while Markus likes to spoil his lovers but he doesn't say no to some playfully banter either. anything to make him smile is the way to his heart.   Connor and Simon - Friend when those two first met were in Stratford tower where Connor have found Simon's hiding place but it were out of pure luck that Connor backed off and left Simon alone. when Connor turned deviant, Simon were fully aware who he were and even if the others androids wanted Connor to leave, Simon were one of the first to stand up for Connor and told he wanted him to stay. Simon protected Connor because he sees himself in the young deviant and he wanted Connor to have a better deviant life than he have. Simon and Connor quickly turned friends and for a while, Simon were the only android Connor have a better relationship with. Simon pretty much turned into Connor's mentor and best friend. the younger deviant always seeks Simon out if he were unsure about being a deviant or if he wanted to know more about the little history of Jericho. Simon were the first of the Jericrew who fully accepted Connor into their middle which might be the reason to why they have such a great friendship. Simon is also Connor's doctor and helps him out when he gets injured. he mostly do check-ups on Connor since he is pretty reckless on his job. they have a running joke between each other that Connor is scared of Simon because when Connor were still a machine, he were actually scared away from Simon's hiding place because Simon tried to send to him and that spooked the deviant hunter enough to him leaving Simon alone. Markus and Connor - Family Connor have always been curious about who and what Markus were. being an RK model like Connor did that. when Markus found out Connor were from the same line as him but an younger model, he too, were curious of the other model. they pretty much wanted to know each other because they both were RK's and this did end up with them testing each other with playful tests or long conversations. Markus were the first one to present the bonding culture to Connor and they ended up with doing the family bond with each other since they both wanted to be part of a family.  especially Connor who has no family at the time. they decided with calling each other cousin as a joke since none of them felt comfortable in calling each other brothers since both of them lives two completely different lives and Markus already saw Leo as his brother. it is very normal that Markus were pushing Connor to embrace his deviancy more by encouraging him to do things outside of his program such as play different games, find hobbies or just be more around other androids. Markus never mention it out-right, but the only thing he couldn't stand with Connor's new deviancy, were his new clothing style, Markus is the reason to later when Connor's clothing style turned more stylish after than retro. both of them do have a lot in common beside being from the same series such as the love for paper books, play fights and talk philosophy. Connor also helped Markus to listen to his problems when he felt overwhelmed or frustrated. Simon and Josh - Family Josh came to Jericho when Simon only few weeks before have been forced to take over the leader role of Jericho. Simon were very closed off to Josh and acted like he were alright even if he were in mental pain. Josh didn't take being an deviant very well due to him being a machine for over 5 years so he stuck to Simon because his calm and helpful demeanour helped him to feel more at ease. Simon were fully aware what Josh were doing but he didn't think he could ever bond to anyone again after he lost his frist family and lover. he kept Josh an arm's length away but Josh were persistent to be part of Simon's new family and Simon didn't have the heart or energy to keep pushing him away because he did miss to have a family. Simon mostly bonded with Josh for Josh's sake but he didn't regret this decision the more he thought about it. Josh turned into Simon's brother and he is the only one for a very long time who were close to Simon and could see when he were in distress even when he tried to hide it. Josh were the first to know that Simon have feeling for Markus and North and he tattle to North to do something about it. Josh is the only one who could get away with this types of things because of the years they have known each other. even if Josh does not fully agree with Simon's choices in lovers, he will follow Simon anywhere and he listen to him and his decisions.   Josh and Markus - Friend > Family when Markus first came to Jericho, Josh didn't really pay that much attention to Markus since he just same him as yet another lost soul who wanted to find something better than the life he have before. when Markus began to come up with ideas to make thier life better, Josh did not agree with most of it and he were not sure if he liked Markus for a very long time. Josh kept it very cordial with Markus even when he thought Simon were dead and he even ended up in verbal fights with Markus a few times even if Markus did chose a more peaceful route but Markus were more determined to stick to his ideals than Josh were which made Josh nervous. after they won the revolution, Josh and Markus did see each others as friends and Josh pretty much turned into Markus advisor or the voice of their people since he spend so much time around the other androids. Markus do listen to Josh ideas and what he have to report but it was only after he found out that Josh and Leo knew each other that their relationship grew better. Markus and Josh ended up bonding around Leo and Markus did encourage Josh to spent more time with Leo. Josh gives reports to Markus what the human Alliance is doing and he also keeps eyes and ears out what is going on in Jericho since Markus is mostly too busy wit do this himself.

I just saw your post about misinterpreting characters. It was tagged with Adam and Bucky (two of my favorite fictional characters) and though I feel like that when I sometimes read fanfics, I can never just put my finger on it and I'd love to read your take on it!

Oh lord where do I even start... alright, this might get long so apologies in advance, but I have nearly a decade’s worth of thoughts on this. The short answer is: both characters often get severely over simplified, stripped away from essential characteristics, and their understandable reaction to their respective trauma gets overlooked in order to make them more “palatable” and to favor other characters in fics. 

The long answer: 

Let’s start with Adam Parrish. We meet Adam when he’s only 17 years old and we learn that he is an abuse survivor who comes from severe poverty, and along the way we witness trauma that leads to Adam having a disability, and later on learnt hat Adam is bisexual. Adam’s character is very realistic to someone in his position, so that he’s flawed and has issues to work through as the series goes along. These issues are presented at the start of the series through two unreliable narrators: Gansey who is proud and often self-victimizing, and Adam himself who is very introspective and lives in fear of turning into his father. Thus the characteristics the text gives us is that Adam is “cold and calculating” which is courtesy of Gansey, and that Adam is lonesome and prone to anger/arguing with his friends which is Adam’s own worries and insecurities manifesting in his chapters. And yes sure Adam at the start is -understandably- angry with the world at large and feels as if he’s ten steps behind everyone and playing catch-up, but he’s also visibly self-aware and constantly trying to curb any anger and moderate his reactions (even when they’re justified). The book also shows us through actions that Adam is sweet and thoughtful from how he acts around Blue, and shows that he develops as the books go on to be more aware of his actions, more confident in his own goodness, and more willing to show love and allow himself to be loved in return. The later books (BLLB, TRK, Opal story, CDTH) all show an Adam who is kind (his interactions with Opal), thoughtful (his constant thinking about Ronan’s feelings and not wanting to act before he knows he’s as serious/sure about them as Ronan is), a good friend (I’m just gonna.. gesture at the whole Blue/Gansey thing and how gracefully Adam handled it when they didn’t even deign to give him the benefit of the doubt), and a very loving person (which we see in his every interaction with Ronan from TRK onwards). So that’s Adam Parrish, complex and flawed but inherently a good person and a good character. 

However, Fanon Adam Parrish is a different story all together because he is often stripped to whatever bare essentials would serve the fic he is in. SO, in fandom you see an Adam who is either cruel and cold, as to serve some infantilizing hurt angsty version of Ronan. You see an Adam who is angry and prone to lashing out, to serve posts about Gansey being an angel who’s faultless and constantly hurt by his friends. You see an Adam who is disrespectful and hurtful to serve posts about why it was okay for Blue and Gansey to behave the way they did to him. Or on the complete opposite end, you get an Adam who is demure, shy, and almost disgustingly helpless to serve in a fic where he needs saving or some misguided hurt/comfort thing. Adam also often gets stripped away in the latter fics from any rightful anger or sharpness that relates to his trauma. Said anger is treated as something that makes him an unlovable or annoying character (you can find these takes everywhere in trc fandom), and therefore people need to overlook it to make him more palatable to them. Adam’s anger, as we see in CDTH, is often turned inwards and is an on-going struggle for him because it still feels at times as him against the world. It’s one of the best things about his character if you ask me, because it is what he grows out of the most, and what he continues to face and develop against. This trait makes him human and shows his vulnerability. Adam in canon is touch starved and loves fiercely, but in fanon the anger he displays gets used to paint him as unfeeling or constantly angry. Even though Adam shows anger only as much as any other character in the series, and often in a way less explosive (Ronan) or hurtful (Gansey) or entitled (Blue) manner. And so the point is that fandom takes away the complexity that makes Adam Parrish who he is, and molds him into whatever is easiest to digest and shove into a box that works better for the other characters. Adam’s development and arc get completely overlooked most of the time. He is often misinterpreted as one shallow thing, when he is a beautiful mix of emotions that make him Adam Parrish, and make him endearingly and painfully human and real.

Bucky Barnes, my original fave guy, follows strongly along the same lines. All you have to do is change names and events from what I said before and you’ll get how fandom treats Bucky. What I adore about Buck’s character is that he was established instantly as fiercely loyal, loving, fun, a good friend, and someone who is so important to Steve that we see Steve take on a suicide mission to get to Bucky. The progression of the other movies deals with Buck’s trauma and shows all the new aspects to his character that stem from said trauma, while maintaining the undercurrent of goodness and humor that we saw from pre-war Bucky. But once again, the complexity of Bucky’s character and his storyline; the trauma, the PTSD, and the fact that m*rvel never lets him heal, all boils down to fandom only choosing what they find palatable about Bucky and leading with that. I have less to say about this only because I’ve been a fan for too long, and have learned to conduct myself so that I don’t run into upsetting posts anymore, and read fics with a tone and characterization that works for me, but there’s a lot of content out there that strips Buck of his characteristics so much that he might as well be an OC. I will say that you might get more leeway with content based on a movie, than you do with content based on a book (where everything is glaringly obvious in the text), but I still have to roll my eyes at most content I see for Bucky, where he’s either helpless and waiting for someone to save (did we watch the same movies??), innocent and naive in how he conducts himself (...did we watch the same movies?!), or he’s unflinchingly cool and cold and unfeeling (seriously, DID WE WATCH THE SAME MOVIES?!). So once again the endpoint is that Bucky’s misinterpretation comes from a shallow understanding of his character, or complete lack of care about how he’s portrayed so that only one trait -whatever is needed for a fic or a post- is central and amplified while everything else he is falls away. I’m not pretentious enough to say that people can’t just have fun with a character and write whatever they want about it, because they absolutely can.. I’m just saying that it’s not my cup of tea and I wouldn’t read it. In fact, I only made a couple of attempts years ago at writing Bucky myself and then decided that I would rather read well-written things about him, than try and get it right myself because I’d get all in my emotions about his character. 

Tl;dr The theme of having your autonomy taken away and fighting like hell to get it back, and remaining good along the way is what makes both Adam and Bucky so close to my heart. Their respective trauma and complexity is what makes me love them both a lot, and I wish fandom didn’t often strip them away of their complexity to make them easier for fandom to digest.

epiphany

welcome to new york

mirrorball

champagne problems

ronan </3 (only if you want)

epiphany: “Something med school did not cover someone's daughter, someone's mother holds your hand through plastic now "Doc, I think she's crashing out" and some things you just can't speak about” this song is so sad and so underrated

welcome to new york: “When we first dropped our bags on apartment floors took our broken hearts, put them in a drawer everybody here was someone else before” so true miss swift im glad new york gave the confidence to be whoever you wanted to be (not mention here but implied is the very fruity continuation of this line)

mirrorball: “I'm still a believer but I don't know why I've never been a natural all I do is try, try, try” once again just *so* sad but i love the reference to this is me trying and also i understand because me too taylor me too

champagne problems: either “Your heart was glass, I dropped it” or “You had a speech, you're speechless love slipped beyond your reaches and I couldn't give a reason” obviously the bridge is an honorable mention but these lines are like especially heartbreaking