#seriously I will be thrilled when the snow actually melts around here
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Spring is here again!
#okami#okami fanart#okami issun#amaterasu#fried unicorn studio#artists on tumblr#seriously I will be thrilled when the snow actually melts around here#I love winter but I would like to see some plants outside please#there are plants in my house but it just isnt the same
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Current WIPs and Fic Concepts
I promised I would do this yesterday, and then I forgot!!! (I was very sleep deprived). Anyways, here are a bunch of the WIP premises that I have in my 'unfinished drafts' folder. Most have at least a few pages written for them, but I love them all! ☺️💕
- A Santa Clarita Diet AU (Jonsa) Takes place in sunny southern California, where a shitty dinner at a mediocre restaurant turns into a huge problem for Jon and Sansa when Sansa's heart stops beating. Although she seems fine, Jon is flabbergasted several days later as he watches his wife- who alphabetizes their pantry and refuses to let anyone wear shoes in the house- rip the throat out of one of the sleazy new partners at their law firm, eating half of him before anyone processes what's going on. Hilarity ensues as Sansa's inhibitions and filter disappear, Arya ropes an extremely confused Gendry into helping figure out what the hell is going on just because he moderates the zombie forum on reddit, and Jon tries to deal with the fact that the woman he loves more than anything is now a humanitarian. He really could use a drink. (This one is actually mostly complete, but i need to refine a few things- i really love it. It's as gory and irreverent as the show, so viewer discretion advised, but it's a BLAST to write).
- A Thor/MCU AU (Jonsa, Steve Rogers/Sansa)- Asgardian prince Aegon is banished to Midgard after one too many arrogant decisions, and is promptly hit by a van containing Dr. Sansa Stark, Dr. Barristan Selmy, and Margaery Tyrell- two astrophysicists studying wormholes and Sansa's best friend and pseudo-intern. Marg yells at him, he yells back, Sansa tases him, and Barristan didn't sign up for the kind of heavy lifting that getting a 200+ pound slab of muscle into the back of a van takes. And then Aegon's younger brother, Jon, shows up, in the middle of an identity crisis because, apparently, he's adopted. He wasn't intending to stay, but he's rather drawn to Dr. Stark and her brilliance, and against her better judgement, she starts to trust him, and maybe even like him. This story is in about three parts so far- the first is based on 'Thor' and the second on 'The Avengers' and are fully Jonsa, and the third started as a family bonding story between the Stark kids and Tony (Ned and Tony are second cousins, and Ned was really supportive of Tony in rehab without expecting anything in return), and accidentally turned into a Steve Rogers/Sansa Stark story, which is a pairing i am HERE for. A lot of this one is written, but it needs some fill in before publishing, although it's one of my favorites that i've written to go back and actually read.
- A Star Wars AU (Jonsa) where Sansa and Arya are Alderaanian princesses who are off planet when Alderaan is destroyed- Sansa as a senator and Arya as a pilot, both working for the rebellion, and jon is a smuggler who does not know how all of these people got on his ship and why two princesses are sassing him. His copilot, Tormund (yes he's a wookie), thinks it is hilarious. I started this one just the other day, and it's already thirty pages long, most of them involving Sansa and Arya sassing people. Dany is a leader in the rebellion, Roose Bolton is the emperor, and Barbrey Dustin is a disgruntled former jedi trying to live in peace on a remote planet until another Stark crashes into her life and harangues her into teaching again.
- A witches/magic AU (Jonsa) where the Starks run an apothecary and spellcasting supplies shop. Jon had been completely in the dark about magic before his mother confessed to being born into a family of witches. He finds himself traveling to her hometown, trying to understand her world more clearly, and what it means for him. On the way, he develops something of a crush on the red-headed shop clerk who brews the best headache potions in town. Featuring lots of magical shenanigans, this is one of my favorites in the folder :)
- A 24 hour diner AU (Jonsa) where Jon is a local mob boss, and Sansa works the late shift at Seaworth's diner to buy textbooks for the PhD she's working on in botany. Sansa's running from memories, and Jon has a soft spot for the red-headed waitress who always remembers how he likes his coffee.
- An East of the Sun, West of the Moon AU!!! (Jonsa) This is one of my fav fairy tales, and of course i couldn't resist Jon as a direwolf striking a deal with the starks!
- A Roomates AU (Jonsa)- Arya, Jon, Tormund, and Sam have been renting the same house together off Winterfell's campus for years- but when Sam moves in with his girlfriend, they need one more person on the lease. Sansa, about to relocate to Winterfell for grad school, finds out that her boyfriend has been cheating on her and that her housing plans have fallen through, all on the same day. Needless to say, she's a bit upset when she calls Arya to relay the news. There's a simple solution here, if Arya and Tormund can stop teasing Jon about his crush for five minutes. (any excuse to write tormund and arya roasting jon, tbh).
- A Fae AU (Jonsa)- When Sansa, a baker living in the city, washes her face in an enchanted spring on a camping trip, she gains the sight as a result. Suddenly able to see the fae underworld all around her is disorienting and terrifying. Sansa tries to conceal it- afraid of what might happen if the fae around her know that she can see them- but slips up, and catches the attention of Jon Snow- one of the lords of the unseelie court.
- A nuclear winter wasteland AU (Jonsa)- (?? I don't even know how to describe this premise, haha) where the Starks are living and running the Free Winterfell settlement in Siberia after a worldwide nuclear meltdown. Before the fallout, Sansa was one of the world's preeminent researchers in plant genetics and pathology, and works at the settlement to create newer, disease and radiation resistant crops to distribute for free to other settlements, aiming to break up the monopoly that Lannister Corp has on the market. Jon is a scavenger, searching throughout Siberia for his sister Rhae who disappeared several years previously. When he runs across Arya Starkovna, helping her fight off another band of radiation ravaged scavengers is just instinct- he doesn't think twice about it. In thanks, she brings him to the Winterfell settlement, where her brother Robb offers Jon sanctuary and resources, in exchange for serving as a bodyguard for Sansa when she travels to other settlements. Sansa is not particularly thrilled by this arrangement, but given that multiple parties seem to want her dead, she doesn't have much of a choice but to accept his company.
- A reincarnation AU (Jonsa)- of sorts. Robb is an archaeologist who finds a strange set of runes at a site up north, and immediately calls in Jon Snow- a historian and expert in said ancient language, as well as an old university friend of Robb's. When he arrives though, Robb shows him their most valuable finds- two mysterious ice blocks, with what appear to be perfectly preserved bodies from over a thousand years ago. No one could ever have imagined that either of them were still alive, but when the ice melts, revealing two very alive girls, the entire crew is instantly buried in NDAs, and given an assignment from the Westerosi government to figure out what the hell was going on. Sansa and Arya wake up, extremely confused about the world they live in, trying to adapt and mourning all that they've lost, even as the people around them wear familiar faces.
- Soulmates AU (Jonsa)- (Yes, another one, I love this dumb trope) Trauma surgeon and medical resident Sansa Stark is having a very bad day, and ends up meeting her soulmate during what she thinks is a mugging gone wrong. Fortunately, he’s not the one mugging her, just an intervening bystander, but she ends up slightly shot nonetheless. Sansa’s fretting about bleeding on the upholstery in his car, but Jon is a bit more worried about her injuries than the blood stains. He’s a bit confused when she threatens him if he takes her to a specific hospital, nearly has a nervous breakdown when she insists on doing her own triage, and is very charmed when she insists on ice cream after taking pain meds at the hospital. On Sansa’s part, she’s a little less concerned about being shot, and a bit more concerned about whatever weird first impression she’s making to her soulmate while high as a kite on pain pills. (this one just needs some tweaking to be postable- I'm not sure if it's going to be a oneshot or a series, but i love what I have already)
- A Demon/Archivist AU (Jonsa)- where Sansa works in the university's historical archives in Oldtown, and is learning to restore old texts with her fellow student and friend, Alleras (Trans Sarella is an amazing concept). When Joffrey Baratheon shows up with a pile of old books from his family's library to donate, Sansa is eager to get away from his sleaze, and accidentally takes one of the books home with her in her rush to leave. Unbeknownst to her, it's more than it appears, and when she leaves it open overnight, she accidentally summons forth Jon- an ancient, powerful, and extremely annoyed demon who is under a curse, and now hers to command. As Jon and Sansa try to get used to this new normal, the Lannisters (unaware that Joffrey had donated the tome) try desperately to find the book and it's owner, wanting Jon's power for themselves, and putting Sansa in considerable danger unless she can figure out how to break Jon's curse. Fortunately, she's a pretty good researcher, even if Jon is initially a bit of a grump. (This is based on a total wish-fulfillment mary-sue type premise for something I wrote when I was thirteen, and I revisited it and wanted to see what it would look like if i took it very seriously, and i am really enjoying it so far. It's a love letter to the terrible, heartfelt writing i was doing in middle school that created the foundations for my writing today, and so much fun).
The one that I am MOST excited about though:
- A Pacific Rim AU!!!! (Ned/Cat, Gendrya, Braime, Sansa/Jon Umber)-Twins Sansa and Robb Stark have always been completely in tune with each other, and when your parents are Jaeger pilots and your mother invented the neural handshake, what option is there but the Jaeger academy? Sansa studies to be an engineer, but ends up copiloting the Jaeger 'Winter Wolf' with her twin brother, after they lose Ned Stark to cancer. When Robb is ripped out of the conn-pod and killed by a kaiju while he's still connected to Sansa, she barely manages to kill the creature before stumbling back to shore, traumatized, grieving, and swearing that she'll never pilot again.
Unfortunately, the Kaiju don't stop just because Sansa does, and when the end of the world is imminent, Marshall Catelyn Stark orders both her daughter and former pilot Jaime Lannister (who lost his twin and copilot, Cersei, several years previously) back to Hong Kong for one final stand. Forced to face both her demons and an irate Arya, furious that Sansa had abandoned the rest of them after Robb's death, Sansa and Arya have to figure out how to pilot Winter Wolf together before the apocalypse comes for them all.
Featuring Marshall Catelyn Stark (commander of the Hong Kong Shatterdome, inventor of the neural handshake, former Jaeger pilot, and BAMF), Sansa x Jon Umber (Yes i know it's a rare pair but i've always kind of loved the idea of them, even though we know so little about him), Kaiju parts dealer and smuggler Petyr Baelish, bickering kaiju biologist Dany and theoretical mathematician Jon Snow, LOCCENT officer Theon, lots of snark, lots of angst and heartfelt conversations, and a weird friendship between snarky-grieving-asshole Jaime Lannister and kind-quiet-grieving Sansa Stark, who are the only two people in the world who know what it's like to lose a copilot and a twin in the drift.
Thanks for reading guys!! There are more, but some of them I just don't know how to explain quite yet, haha. I'd love to hear what you guys think about these!
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Stories I thought about writing, but didn’t:
my voice is poisonous, a gift from a strange god my parents once befriended. I’m careful not to speak, but I know they’re afraid.
A poison-voiced girl is born to deaf parents, but falls in love with a hearing boy. Their courtship is marked on her end by a thrilling restraint, biting her lip, knowing she could kill him with an indiscretion; he, on the other hand, longs to see her act without inhibition. He manages to make her laugh, sigh, gasp out in wonder - each time he falls ill from the poison of her voice, but is undeterred even in his convalescence, returning renewed in his goal to tease another sound out of her.
Her parents tell her to break it off; she’ll kill him. She reluctantly agrees. He refuses, pleads with her, grasps her hands so she can’t sign. In anguish she cries out his name — but lo! he does not sicken, does not die. It turns out his repeated exposures to her voice have mithridatized him against it. She can speak around him freely! They both agree that this development has taken a lot of the excitement out of the relationship, but it has been replaced with a greater casualness and intimacy that balances it out.
I can see the angels in their true form, a thousand splendid eyes and all. They think it’s funny, and have taken to hanging around my apartment
The angels start making excuses to keep showing up at my apartment, in the manner of the annunciation, but for increasingly trivial reasons. They come bearing tidings about how I should definitely get the turkey wrap for lunch, which brand of fabric softener I should buy, how that quarter I’ll find on the sidewalk is a sign that I am favored by God. They come bearing bad tidings too: The Lord has heard of all the evil in your printer, and has sent us here to jam it. Their presence becomes completely overbearing, but they are insistent. There’s a reason you see us in our true forms, they say, all their splendid eyes shining. Is it so hard to believe that the God that formed every atom of you in the womb should watch over you always, that every mundane moment of your existence in this world is shot through with the divine?
There was a body in the river, ice cold and snow white. Sometimes it was all the way dead. Sometimes it sat up and talked to me.
A king has declared that whoever can complete the following tasks shall marry his daughter: 1) to recover a lost treasure stolen from his family hundreds of years ago; 2) to name the start of the pact between men and horses; and 3) to find a cure to the plague ravaging the land.
Our plucky folk hero helps an old lady who sits by the river; she tells him of the snow white body within, who has sat up and spoken to her at odd times throughout her life. It is the spirit of the glacier: the glacier melts, and forms the river; layer by layer the past frozen in it is uncovered, parts of it living and parts of it dead. Our hero builds many bonfires and melts the glacier faster; the body lives and dies and lives many times over and tells him the three answers. 1) The thief fell into a crevasse and was frozen over; the ice is melted now, and the treasure can be recovered. 2) Iron horseshoes frozen in the glacier reveal the pact is many thousands of years old. 3) The plague is an old one, frozen and released anew with the glacier’s melting; it is carried in the livestock, and they must be slaughtered.
The hero solves the king’s tasks and marries his daughter. Presumably the new king is then faced with the challenge of the rising sea levels; no idea how that plays out.
“We’re all nice to each other here,” they told us, “we’ve got angels in the hills. They like it when we’re nice. And they see everything.”
This one’s tough to summarize adequately. Two men are going door to door, seemingly taking a survey of the religious beliefs in a small town. They finish, sit together in their car. People have been very cooperative. One of the men remarks that the local religious beliefs are disappointingly unremarkable: yes, they believe in angels watching from the hills, but most people believe in an omniscient God watching over them, and whether it is God or his intercessors, does it make a significant difference?
They sit in the car. Perhaps they smoke in the lazy sunlight. They have finished their survey ahead of time. One of them proposes: Suppose we have a picnic lunch up in the hills?
They park at the base of the hill and walk up. Lovely day. They spread out a blanket from the car, stretch their legs out on the grass, take off their coats, loosen their ties. They’ve brought their packed lunch, sandwiches, a thermos of lemonade. They talk about how pleasant all the people were. Their kind of religion seems so ... brittle, one of the men remarks. If I thought there was someone waiting to punish me the moment I stepped out of line, I’d want to do something horrible just to get it over with.
You think so? says his partner. I think just the opposite. The grand problem with religion is that there aren’t enough consequences for wickedness. I know if I saw the wicked being smote down on a regular basis, I would very satisfied in my religion indeed.
Well, of course you would; you’re a sadist.
Me? A sadist? Hardly.
You’re a sadist, his partner says teasingly. A sadist and brute.
They smile at each other. Idle conversation. There is a suggestion that they have visited many such towns and cities, asking the same question, but have yet to receive a satisfactory answer. At one point one of them notes that there’s something in the trees, but this remark is ignored and nothing is ever made of it. The conversation turns back to whether the angels in the hills are real or not. The ‘sadist’ stands up, declares his intent to do something wicked to test them. He marches around, swinging his arms, then looks around at the trees and puts his hands on his hips and laughs.
You know, up here away from society, he declares, I can’t think of a single wicked thing to do!
(Maybe a conversation here about how he could tear branches from trees, despoil the scenery, find an animal to kill; but then again animals in nature strip bark from trees, kill each other bloodily all the time, tear each other to bits, so how wicked could that be, really?)
He looks down at his partner still lying back on the blanket. Unless, of course, I were to do something wicked to you.
Whatever happens next, it is very leisurely. The scene is easy, very relaxed. Lovely day. Calm. Bright blue sky. Clouds float across it, white like feathered wings, and then pass, leaving not a trace behind.
None of us can imagine what life was like before the Clocks came, before clockwork cities, and all their technology. They rebuilt our crumbling society, in perfect, mechanical order.
Brief musings on a hypothetical pre-Clock society. A society built around the sun, all buildings roofless, everyone’s necks craned upward. Cities built running north to south so as not to block anyone’s view of the rise and set. A society built around hourglasses, everyone judging the passage of time by the sand puddling around their feet, knees, waists, clambering up onto growing dunes, waiting for the flip, for the sand to slowly drain away and the furnishings of their homes to be uncovered. Perhaps this was our unimaginable life before the Clocks came: sands stretching far away and bare, the hypothetical counterpart bulb of an hourglass reflected invisible above us, empty and vast with unrealized possibility, waiting to be reset.
When I was very young, I met a bear at the edge of the woods. Before I could play dead, it bowed to me.
Jokey little fic where a child is instructed on the etiquette of bears: when to bow, when to curtsy, when to raise your hands and make yourself as large as possible, when to climb a tree, when to play dead. (Note that grizzlies are territorial, so if they attack you and play dead they’ll leave you alone because the threat is neutralized; whereas black bears are not territorial, so playing dead will do no good because a black bear will only attack if it deliberately wants to fuck you up.)
I was given very specific instructions. Go to the rosebush on a clear night. As the moonlight turns the roses silver, feed them three drops of blood.
After years of trying for a child, a couple turns to an old witch to help. The woman is instructed to eat a rose from a magical rosebush. If she first pricks her finger and stains the rose red with her blood, then she will have a son, ruddy and robust and bold in battle; if she visits the bush on a clear night and eats a rose painted silver by moonlight, then she will have a daughter, as pale and graceful and elegant as the moon.
The woman is uneasy with the implications of this binary, and says so. The witch smiles and gives her a new set of instructions. So she pricks her finger at night, her blood painted black by the moonlight, and nine months later gives birth to a child as black as a rose, who is neither boy nor girl.
Never manged to come up with a plot for this one. The kid grows up to have a career fulfilling all those “Neither man nor woman” prophecies? Eh. Kinda corny. There’s something about gender roles in fairy tales here, but I couldn’t put it together.
Not for the first time, the company time loop drill had gone very, very wrong.
I did actually write a response for this one, but it got too long and I gave up on it. Summary of the rest of the idea I had:
Time resets. Nagle confirms that it is both an actual time loop and a drill; the company is doing a controlled time loop to prepare them for the real thing. People complain. What’s the point of a drill when an actual time loop would let you keep doing things over and over until you get it right? Nagle points out that could take years, subjectively, and that this is a controlled experience where he has a code to abort the exercise if anything seriously goes wrong. He insists they try to make it work.
They go through a bunch of loops. Don’t succeed. It’s highly technical stuff that none of them are trained for. Morale drops. People start complaining, they’ve spent hours at this, they should be off duty by now. Nagle points out there’s a ruling, established with VR training, that companies don’t need to pay their employees according to their subjective experience of time, and officially they’ve only spent 34 minutes at this.
More loops. Morale drops further. People start demanding Nagle use the abort code, threatening to quit. Nagle points out that while they’re in this time loop, their actions are consequence-free, but once he ends the loop they’ll have to live with their decisions for the rest of their lives. Are they sure they really want to quit?
At that point someone loses it and kills Nagle. Shock. Panic. Some satisfaction. He’s reborn the next loop, starts screaming about it - someone kills him again. Complete social breakdown. Eventually some people decide, fuck it, let’s just live in this loop forever. Killing Nagle becomes a standard thing they do at the start of every loop, so that he can’t input the abort code. They go through various reconfigurations of their social group - orgies, riots, open paranoia where everyone colonizes a different part of the building, regressing to primitivism, open warfare between various sects, rebuilding of society along different axes of thought. Everyone starts thinking of themselves as immortal, they start calling themselves things like ‘Chronobog of the Infinite Plane of Despair’ or whatever; the narration gets increasingly surreal.
After god knows how many cycles of this, everyone finally achieves an equilibrium of perfect enlightenment. They know what must be done. They leave Nagle alive, he watches as they move in perfect unison to unlock the server room and overcome all the obstacles and repair the tachyon servers, loop is finally terminated, normal flow of time resumes.
Nagle stands up, gives a speech, starts congratulating them on completing the drill. As he talks, everyone can feel the rapport they’ve built start to slip away - they no longer understand each other perfectly outside of the context of those 34 minutes. Time is moving forward again, and with it introducing unfamiliarity, uncertainty, an impossible onslaught of variables that they cannot predict or prepare for, and they are all moving inescapably further from each other even as they glance around and try to catch each other’s eyes and keep holding on to that feeling of perfect unity - but it’s too late now, they are strangers behind familiar faces, all of them heading in their own directions, going to be returning to their own separate lives; that moment of solidarity they had is past.
And then Nagle claps his hands at them and says, “OK, drill’s over, everyone back to work!”
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16th December
Draco x Reader
Slow burn babyyyy!
Word count: 2703
Warnings: talk about shitty parents.
Please let me know if you notice any.
I shake snow out of my hair as I enter the Great Hall, weaving through the kids to locate my usual seat on the slytherin table. Sat comfortably, already tucking into his toast, Draco looks up at me with a cocked eyebrow, “Punctual as ever.”
“Morning.” I groan at him, nudging his arm.
“Morning Y/N” he returns with a side smile. “What took you so long?”
“Ginny and Ron were having a snowball fight in the courtyard, I got roped into it.” I shrug.
I’d grown quite close to the Weasley siblings since I moved here and I quickly learned that, as much as they love each other, they are almost always ready to jump at each other's throats. I normally like to stay out of the way but when Ginny used me as a human shield, it meant war. If it wasn’t for Hagrid splitting us up, we would probably still be out there.
“My hands feel like they're going to drop off, feel this.” I place the back of my icy hand against the pale-haired boy’s neck.
“What... are you crazy?” He flings his hand up to my wrist and pulls it away. “You’re freezing!” Once he is over the initial shock, he balls his fingers around my hands, gently whispering a charm over them. A rush of goosebumps flow up my arms. The temperature from his hands transfers into mine and in a few seconds my entire body is filled with a pleasant warmth. He finishes the last charm and looks up. His gentle grip lingers around my hands for a few seconds before he suddenly drops them and averts his eyes. An awkward cough escapes him “better?”
I let out a single breathy giggle and lean my head on his shoulder, “Thanks Dray.”
“Not a problem.” Draco hands me a bowl for my cereal and then reaches over the table for an apple, careful not to move the arm I’m resting on.
“Y/N” a distinct voice calls out to me from a few feet away.
“Uncle Filius?” I look over, confused, at the short man walking towards me (He rarely leaves the teachers table at meal times). Then I notice the cupcake in his hand, a small flame over the icing. The confusion escapes me instantly. Is he seriously doing this?
“Happy Birthday Kiddo.” He reaches me with an ear to ear grin.
I try my best to hide my shock and not get too excited, blowing out the candle gently. “Thanks Uncle Filly.” I can’t quite believe he even knew. It's just that I’ve never actually had a good birthday since my father passed. My mother was always “too busy at work” or had “just received a new lead” so she never had time to find me a gift, most years I didn't even receive a card. My friends at school never realised they missed it. I’ve learned to never have any expectations now. To be completely honest, I’d been so caught up in the christmas festivities, I’d forgotten myself.
“I must rush back but do have a lovely day Y/N!” Professor Flitwick gives me an awkward side hug and continues back towards the teachers table.
I turn my eyes back to my breakfast to notice Hermione sitting opposite me. “I can’t believe you never told us it's your birthday?” Ginny and Harry stand behind her, matching shocked expressions on their faces.
“We have to celebrate!” Ginny states gleefully.
“I’m sure we could go out for butterbeer?” Harry suggests with enthusiasm.
“I don't know… would you guys really be up for it?” I ask sheepishly.
“Are you kidding me? We’re always up for a celebration!” Ron pops up on the other side of Hermione, chocolate muffin in hand. “The Three Broomsticks has this brilliant crumble pudding this time of the year, it's the perfect birthday treat.”
I let out a soft laugh and agree to their plans, touched by their friendship.
“You're not going to Hogsmeade today, are you?” A soft voice calls out from the table next to us and we all turn to the pretty girl perching next to Neville. “I read there would be a snow storm, quite inconvenient.”
Harry runs his fingers through his dark hair “Please! The sun is blazing and it's a clear sky. Any snow that set last night will even melt by midday.”
“We’ll leave at midday then.” Ron bounces his hand off the table. “That's if we don’t get snowed in, right Luna?” he leaves the table laughing to himself.
“I’ll send out an owl to Madame Rosmerta to save us a table for eight.” Hermione pulls out some parchment from her robe and begins writing the note.
“Eight?” I ask, unsure how she can so confidently say so many people would want to come out to celebrate my birthday.
“The six of us…” she signals to herself and the small group around her, “And you two.”
To this Draco’s head shoots up, “Me?” his grey eyes flick left to right to make sure he heard correctly. “I…” he stares at the bitten apple in his hands, “I’m not exactly welcome there anymore.”
Hermione lets out a sharp breath, trying her best to not let the memory of Draco’s darker days show on her face. “Okay, well I’ll sort out someplace else. Let’s just meet in the courtyard in 2 and a half hours.” Her eyes cheekily dart towards Harry and Ginny “Don’t be late.”
“We promise.” Harry dramatically places a hand on his chest.
“We’ll be there.” Ginny nudges him playfully. “In exactly 3 hours, right?” she winks at Hermione and pulls Harry away, the both of them chuckling at Hermione’s exasperated sigh.
I wait for Draco in the Slytherin common room, ready for our day out. I have been to Hogsmeade a few times in the last three and a half months but I can’t hold in my excitement for today. This is going to be so much fun. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I’m really thrilled that it's my birthday. I feel so lucky to finally have people that care to make my day special. It's so foreign to me. I’m basically pacing around the chamber (chewing on mint leaf, after mint leaf) and suddenly I hear a voice coming from the fireplace.
“Y/N? Are you there?” Hermione pokes her head through the fire. “I can’t believe this is happening, but Luna was right. A snow-storm has literally blocked everything.”
“I’m suggesting we just apparate but apparently it’s too dangerous.” A fiery red head pokes next to Hermione’s.
“Eugh,” she shoves him to the side and continues “It is too dangerous in this weather! And anyway, no one can apparate in or out of Hogwarts. I’m sorry.” She gives me such a genuinely sad smile, I can’t help but feel the need to comfort her.
“It's ok, we can’t control the weather.” I tilt my head like I’m convincing a child. “Don’t worry about it.”
Harry’s voice shouts from behind her “Ginny is bringing the flu powder from her room and we’ll all be there…”
“Unfortunately that will not be permissible. All students will have to remain in their own respected dormitories until the storm has passed.” Professor Snape interrupts in a low voice from behind me.
“But…”
“No ‘buts’! You must remain in your own dormitory until further notice.” and with that, the head of Slytherin house leaves to inform the rest of the students of the new restrictions.
“This is such a bother.” Hermione frowns deeply, a calculating look on her face, trying to figure out some way she can get around it.
“Don't worry about it . Seriously, it's no bother at all.” I attempt to sound as convincing as I can.
“We’ll make this up to you. I promise.” and with a sweet smile she leaves and human/fire returns to being just a fire.
I sigh, annoyed that I let myself get so carried away. Obviously it wasn’t going to be a good day. It never is for goodness sake. I know this. I decide I’m going to spend a lazy day in bed and get away from the rush that is now forming in the dungeon common room. I mindlessly walk through the corridors and turn a corner only to crash into someone’s chest. I take in a sharp, startled breath and a woody scent accompanies the oxygen through my nose. With a lean arm clasped around my waist and a hand gripping my forearm the man stops me from falling. I look up to meet a familiar cheeky smirk.
“Careful Y/L/N!” Draco lazily unravels himself from me. “Where are you rushing off to?”
“My birthday is cancelled. The Universe can’t give me one good day. The weather hates me. So I’m going to lay in my bed and stare into nothing for the rest of the day.” I dramatically hold my arms up into the air and try to continue on my way but Draco takes a side step and obstructs me.
He lets out a soft chuckle. “Ok, The weather doesn't have emotions (You know that!)...” He raises his eyebrows and brings his head down to my eye level. “I will be personally having a word with ‘The Universe’ to get its act in check for you later tonight, and as for your Birthday. It is not cancelled. That… is actually kind of impossible. Only your plans have changed.” He fixes his back and shrugs nonchalantly. “You and I could still do something?”
“What could we possibly do, stuck in this bloody dungeon?”
“Just follow me.” and with that he carries on down the corridor and turns a few corners into places I have never even thought about going down. “Alohomora.” Draco turns back at me with a side smile as he unlocks the door and walks through it. I follow him into a small chamber, confused as it is nothing special until I notice the window. The top half of the glass reveals a beautiful view of the snow and the bottom half is submerged under the lake. Although not many creatures are coming up to the surface because of the storm, I spot a little horn-backed squid and a group of silvery fish. I look over to Draco, my face beaming in delight. “This is amazing! I can’t believe you’re only just showing me this.”
He scratches at the back of his head and points towards the top of the window. “It’s obviously a much better view in spring and summer, you can see all the way to the moorlands and there are so many different creatures in the water. It’s alright, isn't it?” He does his classic impressed, upside down smile.
“It's perfect.” I whisper as I climb onto the window sill. I notice Draco open a cupboard on the other side of the room and pull out a small bag, from it he pulls out a chocolate frog and holds it up as an offer. I cock a brow at him. “Are you serious? Who knows how long that's been there.”
“About 2 weeks.” He states flippantly as he comes up to sit next to me. “My father told me about this place, I usually come here to study when I want to be on my own.” He hands me the chocolate frog and pulls out a liquorice wand for himself. Chewing it, he leans his head back against the cold window and turns to me. “So, why is it you never actually told us it’s your Birthday today?”
“Err, honestly I didn’t really remember myself.” I continue to look out into the lake and quieter I add. “Also, I guess when for the last however many years, the 16th of December is just a day that emphasises how much people don’t actually care about me, it can be easy not to talk about.” I try to give a convincing smile (like it doesn’t bother me) but it doesn't work.
“I recognize that. Although people around me always give me gifts and letters on my birthday, it's clear it's never for ‘me’. They do it to prove a point to my parents or to make themselves look impressive. It's more a statement about themselves.” He looks down and wipes some dust off the bag.
“We’re a sad pair, aren’t we?” I let out a deflated laugh and slip a mint leaf out of my pocket into my mouth.
“We should change that. You can carry on from today, a new, happy, 17 year old woman.” he lifts his liquorice as if he is holding a drink and making a toast.
“Might be a little difficult as I’m only 16.”
“What? That doesn't make sense at all!” He leans his head away from me, trying to get the whole of my body in his view, as if I had some clear visual way of telling my exact age.
I giggle at his confusion. “McGonagall put me forward a year at Hogwarts because I had already done the 6th year spectrum at Durmstrang. I’m sorry, I thought you knew.”
“I didn’t.” An impressed smirk takes over his face. “Graduating a year early? You're not just a pretty face then, are you?”
I playfully slap his arm, distracting from the blood I felt rushing into my face. “Oh shut up Dray!”
We continue in comfortable conversation for the next few hours. Only sometimes stopping to point out something in the window or picking out another snack from the bag. At one point we fall to the ground laughing because Draco is demonstrating a new quidditch move he’s learning and ended up looking like he was doing some strange animal mating ritual. We don't realise how much time has passed until Professor Snape walks into the room.
“Dinner is being served in the common room if you wish to eat. I also inform you, should you wish to sneak off into one of the unauthorised rooms again please let someone know, it would save me having to search every room in the Slytherin House.” with a flick of his robes he left the room as quietly as he entered it.
Draco and I stand in silence for a few seconds and then burst into laughter. “We should go.” I say when we calm down and start exiting the room.
“Wait…” Draco’s voice pulls me back. “I kind of have a present for you. It’s not anything special because… well… I didn’t have much notice. But, I remembered I had this from years ago.” He goes back to the window sill where he had removed his outer robes and from the pocket he reveals a small pot.
Taking it from his hand I read the label.
‘Sensuale Pingunt Nigrum’
I look up at Draco in disbelief, “What? How?” Shaking my head I push it back into his hands. “I can’t take this.”
“You don't like it.” He mutters the statement, barely audible.
“No… I… It’s beautiful but it’s so rare and expensive, I can't take this from you.”
“Please, it's getting wasted just sitting in my old stuff. I know it's cheeky re-gifting (my Aunt got it for me when I turned 12) but it just reminded me of you.” He holds my hand tight around the pot of paint.
“Draco…” I’m speechless. This paint is so rare, it changes consistency and shade based on how the painter feels.
“I don’t know. If you don’t like it you can j…”
I cut him off by leaning in and planting a delicate kiss on his cheek, his skin warm against mine. A few strands of his blond hair brush against my eyebrow. “I love it. Thank you Draco.” I stand on my tiptoes and wrap my arms around him, I feel the tension release from his body and his long arms fold around my waist. We stand like this for a few seconds and break away in an awkward giggle.
“Dinner?” I suggest, pointing my eyes to the door.
“Yes! Err, after you.” He nods.
I smile as I walk towards the common room holding the paint tight against my chest. This is definitely a day I will remember.
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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:
Hodr, the God of Winter,
whose origins stem from Ancient Scandinavia.
He is now the owner of Nysnö.
FC NAME/GROUP: Kim Jaejoong | JYJ/Soloist
GOD NAME: Hodr
PANTHEON: Norse
OCCUPATION: Tailor, Owner of Nysnö
HEIGHT: 1m80
DEFINING FEATURES:
- Porcelain complexion, very easy to get tanned or sunburnt
- Big, watery, and expressive eyes with natural eyebags
- Tattoos:
+ Two quotes on the left chest: Deferto Neminem (Accuse no man), Always keep the faith
+ A pyramid with an eye and a set of horns, with three dots above on the left wrist
PERSONALITY: Just like what the last season of a year would offer to the world, Hodr’s got that quiet yet immense power to free, to freeze, and to frighten.
More often than not, he is the literally coolest individual found in any place he’s been to, and his too-cool-for-you resting face with porcelain complexion won’t help. But no, he’s not just a walking ice statue, and yes, he knows how to socialize and even tell jokes – the ones that would help listeners not to try so hard for a pity laugh. He looks aloof and is aloof most of the time, until the situation calls for what he can contribute. Although he may not be the fastest to offer a hand, Hodr would only offer what he’s best at. And actually, after thousands of years of trial and error, the winter god is confident to say that he’s a well-qualified player in quite many different fields in life. And does that make him cocky, sassy, savage at times? Yes dear, all checked.
On the more serious note, this icy god would be often seen alone, being absorbed in a book, something on the screen, or just in his own thoughts. It doesn’t mean he’s unaware of his surroundings at those times; in fact, the reverse is true. Hodr has a keen eye for detail, which would make him the perfect go-to person if you want your new hair cut, new glasses, or even a tiny pimple near your hairline, to get some attention. The god likes to give honest compliments, moral support, physical support, basically what it takes to help others feel more confident in themselves. In some senses, he could be seen as an amateur life coach. And a great drink buddy. He himself isn’t really confident in his flirting skills, but if you’re looking for at-least-acceptable courtship, relationship, or situationship advice, Hodr can manage to give you some.
However, Hodr would take his sweet time to warm up to others, not because he needs to consider if they would worth his time, but the exact another way around. Despite his well-put-together demeanor, insecurity and fear of abandonment are some of the challenges he’s still striving to conquer. Also, Hodr’s developed this odd determination to make as few mistakes as possible, hence his over-meticulousness and indecision, also explains why he might take months to finish a suit. Yet, if one gives him enough patience and understanding, guarantee that they would get the best-customized suit on earth, and probably a (some sort of) friend in this Norse god of winter.
HISTORY:
Before Ragnarok
What was the fun of being the forgotten son of Odin? Nothing much - or should it be phrased almost nothing at all – except for the plethora of aloneness, which equaled to ultimate freedom in Hodr’s book.
The God of Winter was born with eyes that could only see the depth of his own soul and not one of the universe’. At first, it was a curse, then a blessing in disguise, for it gave him the privilege to stay away from the frenzied dance of life and death, of battles and romances, of wisdom and stupidity, those that most other Norse deities had always relished. Hodr preferred, almost thrived on, his blissful solitude. He loved it when he could turn not only one, but both blind eyes, to the surrounding chaos. And it was like a seed planted on barren land, the desire to be at the center of attention and adoration like his dear brother Baldur was. From the first day of existence, Hodr had already understood this. His brother was born to be loved, and he was born to be left alone.
In the serendipity sang by the winter breezes, Hodr had heard his final. Or finals, to be exact. That yes, he was born to with a cursed blessing like no others, that he could make use of it to keep trouble at least a winter away, but that wasn’t meant to last forever. Nothing supposed to last forever, especially when – no matter how different they were – all the Norse deities have been waiting for the Ragnarok since the beginning of their fate.
“I, too, shall die,” he informed one night at the gales caressing his porcelain cheeks. The gales, reminded of the anticipated farewell, hurled in despair. Hodr smiled, the warmest a god of winter could muster. “Behave yourself while I’m away, won’t you?” The winter gales laughed out their response.
And they kept wuthering. Their mighty roars got deafening the day Loki showed up with a mistletoe spear; the sound so deafening Hodr could not really hear what they were trying to say, but the spear had already been thrown away, aiming at a target even his wildest imagination could not let him to see.
When he knew was when it was too late to know. Baldur’s death came much faster than his belated realization. He abhorred Loki, with just one tenth the hatred he had dedicated to himself. Loki’s natural couldn’t outshine his exceptional gullibility; his wrongdoing couldn’t be anything else but a proof of foolishness.
The forgotten outcast was now the greatest sinner. Hodr melted into an epitome of guilt and agony.
The mighty Odin went berserk, of course he would. Hodr could tell what was coming – a decision, a revenge, exactly what he was expecting to. It was another blessing that he did not have to wait for long. One day after Baldur’s death, Vali was born. Just as great as their father, he had completed his sole duty of showing Hodr the way back to nothingness with utter ease. There was no sign of protest from Hodr.
But no one could rest in peace.
Winter did not keep its promise to its God. The freezing gales kept hurling their inconsolable anger. Ice and snow waged war against all gods and men, buried three summers under their thick white blood, and no living left undamaged.
That was how Fimbulwinter started, and how the world began to end.
After Ragnarok
Hodr couldn’t tell how long it had passed between his death and his resurrection. Probably a Ragnarok apart, or that was what he had heard from the survivors. How could he return to life? Why him and not some other much more deserved warriors? No one, including winter, could give him a convincing answer.
What he’d known was that Baldur had also come back to life – the best news Hodr heard since his existence. No blames, no cries, only understanding, and family bond were shared again between the two Odin’ sons, which, until now, still surprised Hodr somehow.
Asgard and the other eight worlds were quick to recover, teeming with life. The winter gales had stopped wuthering. Yet, there were still so many questions left, to which if he did not find the answers, no one - even his greatest of a father - could.
Is this all the reasons why I have been here on earth?
Is there anything else I should know? Learn? Master?
Is there any other place I should go? Anyone else I should meet?
Is there really something called ‘true love’? What is love though, anyway?
Hodr spent the next millennia on self-discovery and re-discovery. On learning and un-learning. On growing up, getting wiser, bolder. On figuring out that actually, his hands were actually much more skillful than they were thought to be. On being a god, then being a god in a human vessel. On falling in, then out of love.
It turned out that true love was real. Hodr felt lucky that unlike humans, whose single-use lives might be too short to find one or too long it was hard to tell it apart of the false ones, he was really deep in it a couple of times. All of the romances he got the chance to co-create, some faded into memories, some into scars, some into a holy mess. But Hodr had learned that just like everything else on this universe, true love wouldn’t last forever. At this point of his seemingly endless quest of knowledge and self-improvement, Hodr was pretty sure that he had raised an army of those who loved him, and an equal-size one of those who hated his guts.
Winter wasn’t meant to be adored by everyone, was it?
But now, let’s get back to a couple months ago, when Hodr was chilling with a long-term fellow god at a corner of a bustling bar. Both were in their newest human vessels, drinking cold beer and talking about what on earth they should try next for this human lifetime. At some points in their unplanned plans discussion, his friend raised a random question.
“Have you tried out Mount Phoenix?”
“What is a mount phoenix?”
“No, it’s the Mount Phoenix. A magical island of gods and their half-human kids. Some of your kids are there as well, I think. Go figure it out!”
So, in the next morning, Hodr woke up sober, packed his bags and himself, and cruised to the Mount Phoenix to figure it out, first and foremost for the thrill of new adventures. Soon, the universe once again showed him that there were still so many things in its pockets that he hadn’t even heard about just yet. Hodr was intrigued, so he chose to stick around the island probably a little longer to seriously figure things out.
He’s also been mastering the art of making suits, by the way.
POWERS:
Winter Manipulation: Able to induce the intensity of winter and that of other elements in its realm, including cold, death, and solitude to some extent.
Water Manipulation: Able to create, shape, manipulate water in solid, liquid, and gas states, also change water from one state to others. Able to create ice objects, including weaponry.
Cold Manipulation: Able to create, shape, and manipulate cold, making everything (including living things) colder with direct or close-ranged contact, ranging from mild coolness to freezing point.
Cold Immunity: Be immune and completely invulnerable to both cold’s direct and indirect effects.
Cold Empowerment: Will be quickly energized or become physically stronger, faster, more durable once in contact with cold.
STRENGTHS:
Hodr is an epitome of the phrase ‘aging like a fine wine.’
He’s very much open-minded, quick-witted, and is a diligent learner. Learn best by trial and error.
If one can withstand the cold, they would get a compassionate, reliable, and loyal companion in him.
He’s pretty much dexterous, and likes to make things with his hands and not his power.
He’s got good taste in fashion. Surprise, surprise!
WEAKNESSES:
He’s cursed with bad eyesight, no matter how good the condition of his vessel’s eyes is. Can’t live without medical glasses or contact lenses.
High heat is Hodr’s nemesis. He’ll rarely enjoy hot food or drinks, and will become noticeably lethargic during summers.
He’s quite slow to open up to new faces, may let his doubts misguide his mind, and can be frustratingly indecisive at times.
He’s still somewhat gullible to those he loves or considers to be trusted friends.
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Kinslayers and the Avatar
Chapter One
Zuko glared at the receding figure of the sky bison. He had been so close to finally being able to return home before those two water tribe peasants arrived with the bison and ruined everything. Now his ship was stuck in an iceberg and he would need to get repairs before being able to continue the chase. On the bright side, Zuko mused, the avatar hadn't mastered any of the elements but air and was finally out of hiding.
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Zuko turned around and looked at his crew. Most of them had gotten out of the ice and the fire benders were working in melting the ice. Uncle was watching the crew. Zuko wished they could go faster but he knew they would need to be careful as to not further damage the Wani.
"Hail, friends!" a voice calls. Zuko frowned and moved to the edge of the deck where Uncle was looking down. An elegant white ship floated next to the Wani. It looked almost like a swan, and nothing like the boats he had seen the water tribe use. There were two people standing on it.
One was wearing blue clothing with gold trims. He had black hair glittering with gold braids. The man was smiling and waving at them. The other one was wearing red and gold, which was a much more reasonable color, and had flaming red hair. He wasn't looking at them as he was paying more attention to making sure their boat didn't hit anything.
"We've noticed that your ship seems to be stuck and are offering to help, if you will take it," the blue man said.
Before Zuko even had the chance to yell at them that this didn't concern them. After all, they had to be water tribe to be in a boat this far south. (Although the boat looked nothing like anything anyone could make and one of them was wearing fire nationish clothing.) Uncle accepted their invitations. A rope ladder was unfurled along the edge of the Wani and the two men climbed aboard.
They blue one was pretty tall, but not tall enough to stick one. The red one towered over everyone on the boat. Up close Zuko noticed a couple other things, primarily that the people's ears were pointed strangely and their eyes almost seemed to glow. It wasn't hard to imagine them as spirits, but they obviously couldn't be. There were no spirits that looked like that.
Zuko shot a discreet glare at Uncle for not even waiting to hear what he would say about this before letting the men on. They could be water benders that were hiding in that village ready to further the damage to his ship! It soon became clear that they weren't water benders, or fire benders for that matter. They stood for a second looking at the mess of snow and ice on the deck. The red one sighed and went back down to their boat to grab shovels. When he came back Zuko noticed that he was missing his right hand, not to mention had some pretty heavy scarring on his face.
Surprisingly they manage to get the snow off faster than the fire benders. Going even faster once they started singing some song. Zuko stood too far away to hear the words and he didnt recognize the tune, although it did make him think of warm summers and small creeks of trickling water. Zuko shook his head slightly to dispel those thoughts, they wouldn't help him capture the avatar, and noticed that all the snow and had been melted away or flung off the boat.
Now that the ice was gone and they could finally leave this cursed, freezing, disgusting place Zuko turned his attention to the men, fully ready to tell them to get off his ship and leave. Of course, before he got the chance to say that Uncle stepped in again.
"Thank you for your kind assistance," Uncle said. "Perhaps you would be willing to stay for tea?" Zuko scowled at him. Next he'll be asking the men to play a game of pai sho and then they'll be here for hours.
"We would be honored to accept your kind invitation," the blue man said.
Uncle smiled at them. One of the crewmen retreated under the deck, probably to grab Uncle's tea set. "My name is Iroh, may I get yours?" Now they were never going to leave, it would be just Zuko's luck to have them love talking about proverbs and tea.
"I am Fingon, of the house of Fingolfin," the man in blue said with a small bow.
"Maedhros," the red one said, he hesitated for a split second. "Son of Fëanor." Zuko had no idea who Fëanor was or the 'house of Fingolfin' so it obviously wasn't important. Now they just had to hurry up and have their stupid tea and then they could leave and Zuko could continue tracking down the Avatar. Hopefully before someone else found out he was still alive and thought to try their luck and get him for themselves.
The crewman came back, setting down the small table with the tea set on the deck. Uncle sat down and Fingon and Maedhros followed his lead. Uncle poured out the tea into cups and looked at Zuko. "You should join us, Nephew," he said, holding out a cup.
Zuko glared down at the cup. "I don't want any tea," he said angrily.
"Are you sure? It is quite delicious," Uncle said.
"Yes, I'm going up to the bridge to plot out our new course," Zuko said, turning on his heel and stalking away from Uncle and his new tea buddies.
Unfortunately, there wasn't much to do in the bridge. Everyone knew they had to get repairs and the safest place to do that would be at one of the fire nation docks. The only one Zuko could go to was manned by Commander Zhao. Zuko lingered as long as he could in the bridge without actually having to do anything before walking back down to the deck. Uncle was still talking with the men, and it looked like they actually liked tea.
As Zuko walked closer he heard what they were talking about.
"What was that flying thing we saw when we sailed up?" Maedhros (that was his name, right?) asked.
"A flying bison, probably one of the last ones alive," Uncle said, sipping at his tea.
Fingon smiled excitedly, "You can ride them, right? I'm pretty sure I saw a saddle and maybe someone on it."
Uncle nodded and Fingon looked extremely happy. For what reason Zuko didn't know, why did it matter if the Avatar had a flying bison so he could easily escape from Zuko. "Uncle, we need to go, not sit wasting time drinking tea," he said. Hopefully, they would get the memo that Zuko didn't want them on his ship.
"I apologize for my nephew, he can be quite impatient," Uncle said instead of helping Zuko. Zuko almost growled at them, almost.
The two men nodded seriously and gave Uncle slightly pitying looks. "I'm sure he'll learn patience, it may take a while but he'll get there," Fingon said.
Uncle smiled at them. Great, he had definitely made some new friends and was probably going to invite them to music night and then they'll never leave and will probably end up helping the Avatar and Zuko will never get home- he noticed that Uncle was looking at him worryingly and noticed his smoking hands.
"We don't have time for any of this!" Zuko yelled, he wanted to flip the table but that would break Uncle's tea set, it was one of his nicer ones, and Zuko didn't want to break it. "The Avatar is already getting farther the longer we wait here and we need repairs!"
Uncle sighed and drank the rest of his tea. "We would not want to keep you waiting from your destination," he said.
Fingon set his tea cup down. "If you would wish we will offer our help in tracking the...Avatar," he said. Maedhros shot a glare at him but didn't say anything.
Uncle smiled, "We would be honored to accept your invitation!" he said quickly. Zuko glared at Uncle again. "Although I don't know what we are going to do about your ship," he added.
Maedhros looked over the edge at the swan boat floating serenely in the waves. "If it would be easier we can sail alongside you," he said. "We could provide hidden backup should it be needed," he added as a second thought.
Zuko nodded, that was perfect. Then they wouldn't be on the ship the entire time and if they were spies it would be more difficult to learn anything while they are not their own boat. "Then you can follow behind us," he said before Uncle could invite them to stay on the Wani.
"Oh, but you should come to music night tonight. We can tow your boat alongside us on the way," Uncle said. Music night!? Why would Uncle invite them to that. Now that they had guests Uncle was going to ask Zuko to play the stupid Tsungi horn and it was going to be horrible.
"We accept your invitation," Fingon said with a smile. Zuko spotted Maedhros's eye twitch for a second. He didn't look as thrilled at the prospect of music night as his companion did. As soon as it was clear that they were going to be staying on the Wani until some point tomorrow morning, their conversation turned to where Maedhros and Fingon were from a s shortly led to weird spirit talk.
Zuko quickly left, heading back to his rook for some needed meditation. As he settled down and watched the flickering flames, Zuko thought over the events of the day. The Avatar was still alive, and better yet, had only mastered one element. He was only a kid! Zuko would just need to be a bit more careful next time he captured the Avatar. Before the year ends Zuko will be back at the palace by his father's side.
Perhaps the strange men would actually prove useful, they might actually be honest in helping Zuko capture the Avatar. Hopefully, they wouldn't decide that he was wrong and the Avatar needed to stop his nation and his own father.
After an hour of meditating Zuko stood up. He walked out of his room and towards the deck where he was sure Uncle still was. The boat had started moving at some point. Maedhros and Fingon would need to stay away while they were at the harbor and Zuko could only hope that Zhao wouldn't be overly disturbing. The sunlight met his face as he stepped out onto the deck and walked towards Uncle. For once, things were suddenly going his way. Everything was going to be (mostly) fine.
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Uhh two stars? Okay, cool! Thanks, @no-themes-just-memes!
Let’s do a young and cocky Runaan first, from my fic “Spirited Moonshadow”. A purely self-indulgent adventure fic full of flying hair, slashing swords, and snappy one-liners. Runaan’s on a solo mission to take out a dangerous monster, and he’s so ridiculously cocky, as 19-year-old guys with actual skills can be. He is very good at what he does, and he knows it. But one of the tactics he needs to employ against the monster is kind of based on how the spirit world works in ATLA. I figured if anyone could shift into spirit mode in Xadia, it’s Moonshadow elves. But it works a lot differently for them than it did for Aang.
If Runaan didn’t act fast, he’d be just another dead Moonshadow in a long line of victims. And some other journeyman assassin would get the glory for this kill.
Runaan squinted wryly. Well, that’s not happening.
He rose and stepped atop the boulder. Let the wind catch his hair. Felt the dawn backlight his horns and outline his silhouette. “You think I’m just another tasty Moonshadow? That I have ‘easy prey’ carved into my horns? That I will lay down and die just because you’re hungry?” Runaan let a cocky laugh bubble from his lips.
Because that was exactly what he intended to do. What could go wrong? I’ve done this before. More than once. Twice is more than once.
He hopped off the far side, keeping his eyes locked on that great toothy maw, which heaved out breaths that smelled of decaying flesh. With his hands empty out to his sides, he strode—slowly, purposefully—until he stood in easy reach.
Between the space of one breath and the next, all of the monster’s undamaged tentacles converged on Runaan, shard-toothed jaws hissing open with angry anticipation.
His mind thrummed with a thrill of pure fear. He let it go.
The mouths cried out, and their silent shrieks drove Runaan to one knee. His body felt like it was melting. He let that go, too.
The gritty golden stone below him blurred and danced as his eyeballs shook with the sonic assault. Ethereal hands rose from the ground, and for a moment Runaan believed he was hallucinating. Until he felt their presence echo off his soul.
Spirits of the dead. Of the eaten. Moonshadow spirits, angry, seeking their own vengeance. And Runaan had let them down.
One of them seized his ankle with chill fingers, while another, more direct in its intent, grasped him by the throat. The third spirit’s hand reached into his skull through his eyes, blinding him with a starry blue dazzle and a flash of icy cold. Runaan’s gasp echoed in his own mouth as his spirit detached and floated free.
His vision faded to black, and then the spirit world blazed white around him.
So yeah, I’m basically hc’ing that Runaan, in training to be an assassin, has technically died a couple of times before, and technically dies again in this fic. Death isn’t scary. Death is a battle tactic.
No wonder my boy is cocky.
And since I’ve been gifted a second star, I’ll add that my favorite technically written fanfic is “Lost Boys” which I wrote for the @tdpbigbang over the summer. It isn’t a happy story, it’s very sad and angsty–a friends-to-enemies fic. But the parallels and mirroring I managed to work into that story make me really happy, in a Moonshadow way, and I feel like it fits well with the way the adults in the show struggle with their own destiny.
Every night for ten nights, the Moonshadow elf woke the prince, and they’d run through the forest and build snow forts together. Runaan never accepted Harrow’s invitation to sneak around the Banther Lodge on the inside, though. So on the tenth night, Harrow tugged off his snowy coat and said, “Wait here. I have something for you.” Then he slipped out his door and closed it behind him.
Runaan perched on the window sill, ready to flee at the first sign of soldiers. But after a minute, Harrow returned with a carved wooden box and set it on the little table right below the window. The elfling’s eyes widened at the sight of the leaf on its curved lid. “Where did you get that?”
“It’s my grandmother’s. Just some old box. I’m not supposed to take it out of the game room, so please don’t tell anyone, okay?”
Runaan hesitated, as if Harrow asked a great and heavy boon of him. His eyes lifted from the box to Harrow’s face and studied him seriously. Finally he said, “I promise.”
Harrow grinned and lifted the lid, not letting Runaan peek inside, and pulled out a silvery old key. He held it up like a talisman and proclaimed, “I, Prince Harrow of Katolis, hereby give you, Runaan of the Moonshadow elves, permission to enter my room. And the rest of the lodge if you want to, but you don’t have to.” He held out the key.
Runaan accepted it slowly and turned it over in his fingers. “What does it unlock?”
Harrow shrugged. “No idea. There’s like, six dozen useless keys in here.”
Runaan stared at him, perplexed. “Humans are so weird.”
“Yes, we really are.”
They both broke into quiet giggles.
The next night, the moon was new. Harrow waited for Runaan to summon him out into the snow, but the elfling never came. When Harrow woke at dawn, disappointed, he looked out at his window sill and spotted something that hadn’t been there the night before.
A length of soft white braid bearing a turquoise bead lay atop last night’s freshly fallen snow.
***
Runaan trekked home alone through the snow and placed the key in his father’s expectant hand. “He gave it to me freely.”
His father lifted his chin in a rare gesture of pleased pride. “Well done, Runaan. What does it unlock?”
Runaan’s turquoise eyes glittered. “His trust.”
Don’t read it if you’re already feeling down. I wrote the last few scenes over two days, and I was literally in tears for most of that time. Much feels, so angst.
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Merry Christmas, @nataliafurmann!
Title: all i want is you tonight from ‘12.25’ by the maine
From your secret santa - happy holidays!
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all i want is you tonight
“You look very nice.”
Alec smiles as Magnus’ shoulder bumps against his. The Christmas lights above their heads dance in even beats, and there’s a jazz band a couple of blocks away performing an upbeat instrumental rendition of Last Christmas.
“I thought the sweater was pretty fitting,” Alec tugs at the knitted blue wool, decorated with a stitched band of snowflakes around the middle. “Although I must admit the white button-up beneath makes me feel fancy, which is good because you didn’t tell me where we were going.”
Magnus grins, his pinky finger brushing against Alec’s. Alec hooks his fingers loosely around Magnus’, their arms swinging between them. “It’s our first date, Alexander, I wanted it to be a surprise.”
Alec’s heart still thrills at the how the word date sounds coming from Magnus, knowing that this night is all about them. He’s had a crush on Magnus since the seventh grade, he could never have imagined he’d find himself here. The date itself is nothing terribly extravagant, they’re just getting hot chocolate and taking a walk around the shops, but it is a Date with Magnus, and that is something to be excited over.
“I would have been happy with movie night, honestly, so long as I got to spend time with you.” Alec squeezes Magnus’ hand. “That being said, this is really lovely.”
“You deserve lovely,” Magnus says, softly. “You deserve the world, really, but I thought I’d start with hot chocolate first.”
“I like hot chocolate.” Alec replies. It’s less than he means to say, but it’s enough, he thinks, for now.
-
Magnus insists on paying, because he’d been the one who asked Alec out, which Alec agrees to only on the condition that he pays for the fruit mince pies. The motions are easy, Magnus picks up some napkins while Alec chooses their seat, a little corner booth near a window with plush red seats and when they sit down their knees knock underneath the polished wood table and it’s comfortable and familiar, something they’ve done a hundred times before.
And then Magnus reaches over and laces his fingers through Alec’s, and it suddenly feels a hundred times better than anything they’ve done before.
“I’m really glad we’re doing this.” Alec admits, letting his foot rest against Magnus’.
Magnus smiles warmly. “I’m really glad you said yes.”
Alec shrugs, but his cheeks are pink and a little strained from how widely he’s been smiling. He can’t stop. He doesn’t want to. “There’s no chance I would have said no. I’ve had a crush on you for … ages, really, I just didn’t know how to go about making a move, so I ... didn’t.”
Magnus rests his head on the fist of his free hand, elbow pointed against the table. “Say you had asked me out. What would we have done for our first date?”
The tips of Alec’s ears burn. He can feel them, red, aflame. “Well, I would have insisted on picking you up first.”
“How charming.”
Alec lightly brushes his thumb across the back of Magnus’ hand. “I wouldn’t tell you where we were going, no matter how much you asked. I’d let you guess, of course, but I wouldn’t confirm anything, because I want you to be surprised.”
“How the tables turn,” Magnus teases, leaning forward.
Alec smirks, just a little.”It’s fine if I’m in control. Such as on this hypothetical first date, where I end up taking you to that little Grease-themed diner that you love, and we share strawberries and cream waffles, because breakfast for dinner fascinates you, and then I’d point out the little spot of cream on your cheek, and you’d deliberately miss it, and I’d reach over to get it for you, and then…”
Magnus blinks, twice, in quick succession. “And then?”
Alec swallows thickly. There’s a significant step between thinking of what he’d do on a date, and actually being on that date. “And then …”
Their orders are brought over then, because the universe enjoys a good joke and comedic timing is everything. Magnus thanks their server with a smile that would melt snow, and Alec lets out a breath he hadn’t noticed that he was holding.
The hot chocolate is good, hearty and sweet without being chalky, and the fruit pies have little bits of crystallised sugar on top, and it feels very much in the spirit of Christmas, and it’s just lovely. It’s so lovely.
Magnus is sitting opposite him, and he’s beautiful, and they’re on a date, a date and this is everything that Alec has wanted since he was thirteen and he realised that he’s gay and maybe he’s in love with Magnus and maybe he isn’t because he’s sixteen and he doesn’t really know what love is yet, but he thinks there’s something special to be found here, between them, in this warm little cafe on a cold December night, and he wants it.
“I’d kiss you.” He says, putting his cup back onto it’s saucer. It’s not so difficult, once the words are already out.
Magnus glances up. There’s a thin foam moustache along his top lip, and a flush coursing up his neck. “Yeah?”
Alec nods. “Yeah. If you wanted it. If you let me. I’d kiss you.”
“I would,” Magnus clears his throat, patting his mouth with a napkin. “Want it, that is. For you to kiss me. To kiss you.”
“To kiss me?”
Magnus huffs out a quick laugh. “Yes, Alexander. To kiss you - kiss you back, and perhaps, again. Maybe even a few times.”
Alec tries to hide his smile behind the rim of his hot chocolate. He’s pretty sure it doesn’t work, but an attempt is made. “Sounds like a pretty nice hypothetical date.”
Magnus lifts their joined hands, and presses a kiss to the ridge of Alec’s knuckles. “Maybe it doesn’t have to be hypothetical.”
“No?”
Magnus hums. “I’d personally prefer if it wasn’t.”
Alec taps his foot against Magnus’ ankle. He can’t stop smiling.
“Yeah. Me too.”
--
Magnus walks him home, upon the insistence that he’s a gentleman, despite the fact that it adds another fifteen minutes onto his commute home. They never let go of each other’s hands. Alec feels like he’s walking on a cloud.
It’s been a perfect first date - better than Alec could have hoped that it would be.
“Thank you.” Alec says, once they reach the bottom of the stairs leading up to his house.
“You don’t need to keep thanking me, Alexander.” Magnus steps forward. “I wanted to do this. I had a really good time.”
Alec finds himself swaying closer, caught in Magnus’ orbit. “I did too.”
Magnus holds both of Alec’s hands between them. “I’d really like to do this again. Maybe try out that diner you were talking about.”
“We could try one thing, now.” Alec leans in, his heart stuttering against his ribs. “Hypothetically speaking.”
“Hypothetically?” Magnus quirks an eyebrow. It’s stupidly, and infuriatingly attractive.
Alec leans in, until he’s close enough to bump his nose against Magnus’. Magnus sucks in a sharp breath, but doesn’t pull away. “Hypothetically,” Alec whispers against Magnus’ cheek, “can I kiss you?”
“Hypothetically,” Magnus murmurs. “I seriously hope you do.”
Alec fumbles a little, at first - he’s never kissed anyone before, and it’s never mattered to him much before now, but Magnus is patient, and after a little bit of awkward knocking of heads and Alec flailing his hands, unsure of where to put them, everything sort of settles into place.
Alec does his best to focus less on the bundle of nerves in his gut and more on the moment, cupping Magnus’ face and leaning in, eyes scrunched tight - he kisses the corner of Magnus’ mouth first, and then half of his top lip, Magnus’ cheeks warm beneath his hands. He huffs out a low sigh, and turns his head just as Magnus tilts his own, and then, it’s perfect.
So far as first kisses go, Alec couldn’t hope for anything better. Magnus tastes like chocolate and marshmallow dust and when his hands settle on Alec’s hips he feels his knees go weak, but that’s okay because he trusts Magnus to help keep him standing.
“Wow,” Alec says, after they’ve pulled away.
Magnus sways on his feet. “My sentiments exactly.”
“We definitely need to do that again.”
Magnus laughs softly, pressing a warm kiss to Alec’s cheek. “Are you free next Thursday?”
Alec has never been happier to not have any plans. “Completely.”
“How would you feel about taking me to that diner?” Magnus asks, still hovering close. Alec never wants to let him go.
“I would love to.”
Magnus presses another kiss to Alec’s forehead, before stepping back, putting a good arms’ length of distance between them. “I look forward to it. And hopefully many more after that.”
Alec squeezes Magnus’ hands, not wanting to let go, but knowing that he’ll have to, if only so that their next date will come around quicker.
“Definitely. Many, many more.”
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***Well... clearly a lot has happened during this on-going hiatus, huh? I mean, I could maybe go on another rant of this absolute nonsense but I believe you are just as tired as me. Besides, there are way better things to spend your time with---reading Malec fanfics, for example. I dunno about you but those fics always cheer me up and put me in a better mood, so I hope this will be the case for you, too.
Anyway, thanks so much for all the love for the previous rec’s and I hope you enjoy this 8th(!) edition of Malec fanfic rec’s as much as the other ones. As always, I am curious to know what you think of it, so let me know. Even more so, leave a comment or/and kudo for the authors---we all need the validation and it is just a nice gesture after their fics kept you entertained for a little while.***
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MR CONGENIALITY by @stupidnephilimlove [ M | AU | 28.7k | complete ]
When a terrorist threatens to bomb the Mr United States pageant, FBI Special Agent Alexander Lightwood is chosen to go undercover. His partner, Jace Herondale, thinks he's doing Alec a favour by choosing him, but Alec's disgruntled. He considers the idea of a male beauty pageant - hell, any pageant - degrading.
As he progresses through the rounds, Alec struggles to fight a growing attraction to pageant consultant Magnus Bane, forms unlikely friendships with contestants, and learns that Mr United States is much more than just a beauty pageant.
But with limited time, can he uncover the person behind the threat before it's too late?
BEST LAID PLANS by @superficialpeasant [ E | 74.2k | WIP | Best Laid Plans #1 ]
When a High Warlock looking to end his celibacy streak meets a Shadowhunter after no-baggage thrills, the two make a deal: anytime, anywhere, no strings attached.
CASUAL WIN by @superficialpeasant [ E | 6.5k | complete | Best Laid Plans #2 ]
Alec tries new things, and Magnus rediscovers the joy of laughing during sex (a ‘Best Laid Plans’ one-shot).
SET ME IN MOTION by @lemonoclefox [ M | AU | 132k | complete ]
“Is that your way of asking me to cook for you sometime?” Alec says. “'Cause I will.”
The moment the words escape his mouth, Alec finds himself slightly panicking. Because he does not talk like that, ever―in a way that might even be considered flirting―and he still doesn’t understand what it is about Magnus that brings stuff like that out of him. More importantly, he has a boyfriend.
Magnus, however, just looks mildly surprised as their eyes meet.
“My, my. Master chef, good family name, and charming?” Magnus tilts his head ever so slightly. “Careful, Mr. Lightwood,” he says in a low, teasing voice, mouth curving up in a smile. “You’re gonna make me swoon.”
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One night, Magnus spots a handsome stranger in the elevator of his apartment building – which wouldn’t be a big deal if said stranger didn’t turn out to be dating Magnus’s neighbor. The stranger soon becomes Alec, and their paths end up crossing more than once. A tentative friendship develops as they slowly get to know each other, and they both find that it’s effortless in a way neither of them has ever known. It's only when other kinds of feelings start getting involved that things become a bit more complicated.
ON STRANGER TIDES by @lecrit [ E | AU | 53.7k | complete | A Pirate’s Life For Me #2 ]
Alec kissed him like he had the first time, desperately, but tenderly, with all the rashness of a man in love.
It was Magnus who pulled back, thumb gently brushing over Alec’s cheekbone.
“I’m going to miss this,” he said, voice pitched low, “when we get back to Alicante.”
“As will I,” Alec allowed, bowing his head to rest his forehead against Magnus’. “But I know we can show them how it’s done, you and I.”
As long as he had this, the unconditional love of an extraordinary man, the gift of his passion behind closed doors and the tenderness of his eyes in the secrecy of his mind, as long as there was their burning bodies melting together to express what words couldn’t, Alec didn’t need to worry.
What was the worst that could happen?
A TINY SPARK by @magicandarchery [ E | AU | 55.7k | complete ]
As a firefighter for the FDNY, Alec Lightwood and his battalion respond to an emergency call for an apartment fire. After rushing a young, soon-to-be mother out of the burning building and to safety, Alec must deliver her newborn baby.
He never expected the little girl to spark an inexplicable bond between them. After a prior adoption fell through in a devastating way, should he and Magnus even hope they might be able to adopt her?
EXIT POLLING by @unrestrainedlyexcessive [ E | AU | 14.7k | complete ]
You can have ambition or love, but you can’t have both.
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a political au: magnus is a political fixer, and alec is the poor fool hoping to be mayor.
STARS IN YOUR EYES by @carmenlire [ not rated | 2.1k | complete ]
Huh. His door is standing open but there’s no one in his office.
He’s about to stand up and close the door when he hears a giggle. Alec smiles, and leans back in his seat waiting for--
Ah, there it is.
A pair of big blue eyes are peeking around the corner of his desk. Alec makes a show of focusing on the inventory spreadsheet in front of him. He silently starts counting to five in his head. He barely makes it to three before an enthusiastic body launches itself at him.
Alec has help with his Head of the Institute duties.
THE ONE THING (I CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF) by @floralegia [ M | AU | 28.7k | complete ]
Alec wasn't expecting to enjoy this summer locked away with his family at a posh resort in the Catskills, just biding his time until he can go home in the fall and then finally, finally move out and escape to college. He was expecting to alternate between bored out of his mind and frustrated with his father's heavy-handed attempts to set him up with Aline, whose parents own the resort, as a last-ditch attempt to pretend Alec didn't come out six months prior.
Enter Magnus Bane.
OR: a Dirty Dancing AU.
I NEED YOU (DO YOU NEED ME?) by discoveries [ T | AU | 6.5k | complete ]
“I am your ex, you are a cop, and I just got arrested for being drunk and disorderly."
THE ANSWER IS “NO” (BUT BABY IT’S COLD OUTSIDE) by @la-muerta [ M | AU | 9.3k | complete | A Game Of Pitch And Catch #1 ]
It's Christmas Eve, but instead of being home with his siblings watching cheesy television and eating pizza, Alec Lightwood is stuck in a small town in the middle of nowhere because of a snow storm. Worse, he's going to have to share a room at an over-priced B&B with his sister's annoying boss, Magnus Bane. They'll be lucky if this Christmas doesn't end in bloodshed.
OUT OF LEFT FIELD by @la-muerta [ E | AU | 13.5k | complete | A Game Of Pitch And Catch #2 ]
Alec and Magnus didn't expect this attraction between them, but they'd agreed to give it a chance. And if this was going to be more than just sex, then it made sense to take sex off the table for now... or at least that was the game plan.
Well. When life throws you curveballs, there's only one thing to do - knock it out of the park!
WELL AT LEAST SOMEBODY NOTICED... by @the-burning-tiger [ G | AU | 2.7k | complete ]
Alec Lightwood is seriously regretting his life choices. If it weren't bad enough that he was on the blind date from hell, his work nemesis Magnus Bane just walked in.
IT’S GETTING HOT IN HERE by @astudyinfic [ E | PWP | 4.9k | complete | Institutional Series #1 ]
When Alec is late for date night, Magnus goes to the Institute to retrieve his workaholic boyfriend.
But it turns out that Alec is cooking up a lot more than dinner.
STUDYING HARD by @astudyinfic [ E | PWP | 5.1k | complete | Institutional Series #2 ]
Magnus wanted a chance to pay Alec back for the kitchen incident, as he liked to refer to it, but work kept getting in the way.
But when Alec gets stuck in the Institute library doing research, Magnus eagerly offers to help. However, it appears very little research will actually get done.
Revenge never felt so good.
HAPPY SHINY PEOPLE EVERYWHERE by @unrestrainedlyexcessive [ E | AU | 18.1k | complete ]
Alec emerges from one of the bathroom stalls already fully dressed in a gray suit, plain white dress shirt, and hair neatly combed.
He looks like he always does, which is to say: painfully handsome and angry at the world.
A week into his new living arrangements and Magnus has realized that no matter where Izzy goes, she wears towering stilettos that hurt Magnus just to look at them, Jace is a mostly harmless douchebag, and Alec is a big mystery, their very own Phantom of the Loft.
VITULA by @lightwormsiblings [ G | AU | 1.9k | complete ]
Alec vaguely registers that he’s standing in the middle of the sidewalk and blocking people’s path but he can’t stop staring.
He’s beautiful. Not just because he’s outwardly gorgeous, but because of the way his eyes slip closed whenever he crescendos and the way his body seems to move fluidly to the music he’s creating.
Or the one where Alec becomes particualarily enamored with a street violinist
THE STORM, THE WHIRLWIND, THE EARTHQUAKE by @alecsgideon [ G | AU | 1.4k | complete | Small Town Verse #2 ]
Lightning has a way of changing Alec's life
CALL IT LUCK (CALL IT FATE) by the_crownless_queen [ not rated | AU | 17.5k | complete ]
When Izzy rents out a house in Corsica, the last thing Alec expects it to meet the man of his dreams while running on a beach there.
THREE TO MAKE A PAIR by @like-a-bucky [ M | AU | 47.8k | complete ]
Magnus is a good friend and the absolute best roommate in the world, so of course when Jace begs him to pretend to be his boyfriend for his family's 4th of July barbecue, he says yes. Enters Alec, Jace's gorgeous brother. Aaaand Magnus is screwed.
EVERYTHING HE COULD NEVER BE by @alecsgideon [ T | AU | 21.7k | complete ]
In between jobs, Alec and his son, Max, move to Alec's mother's country home where they meet Magnus and his son, Rafael - the small family Maryse rented the 1st floor out to. As a big city MD and single dad, Alec finds himself fascinated by Magnus' eccentric healing practice, parenting methods and deep brown eyes.
And while preparing for the move to London, finally spending time with his son, and juggling his growing affection towards Magnus, the ghosts of Alec's childhood threaten to disturb the peace he'd found surrounded by his family.
BLUE JEANS AND BLUE SKY by @like-a-bucky [ M | AU | 57.6k | complete ]
Magnus was seven years old when he arrived in Colorado to start his new life - with new parents, a new language, a new everything. Making friends would have helped him, except that his first encounter with the neighbours' kids didn't go too well, and Magnus vowed to hate the Lightwoods forever.
Forever. No matter what.
IT’S US AGAINST THE UNIVERSE, BABY by @la-muerta [ E | PWP | AU | 12.9k | complete | The Universe is Conspiring Against Us #5 ]
Magnus and Alec have been happily married for seven years now. They've started their own law practice, and they have three beautiful children together. They should have known the universe wasn't going to leave them to their happily ever after.
Then again, nobody messes with Mr and Mr Lightwood-Bane - not even the universe.
YOU KNOW WE’RE GONNA DO IT RIGHT by @unrestrainedlyexcessive [ E | AU | 26.7k | complete | Happily Ever After, Kind Of #1 ]
"So, like, this is--what? A pity date? Good press? Take the poor college kid out, let people see you mingle with the commoners?"
"No," Magnus says, "I like you."
Alec shakes his head. "You don't even know me."
"Does anyone ever really know another person?"
"Boy," Alec says, fiddling with his napkin, "I love philosophy."
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A royalty au. Magnus is a prince. Alec is perpetually stressed out.
THE CHEMISTRY BETWEEN US by @astudyinfic [ M | AU | 42.2k | complete ]
Izzy's parents will never accept her new boyfriend, whom they expect her to bring home for the holidays. Enter her best friend and colleague Magnus. Sure, pretending to date is a terrible idea in the movies but as neither of them harbors any secret love for the other, Magnus figures this should be a simple weekend in the Hamptons with his friend.
Until he meets Isabelle's brother and Magnus knows they have all the elements of a chemical reaction that is about to blow up in his face.
MIGHT AS WELL by @carmenlire [ not rated | AU | 3.1k | complete ]
The two of them stare at each other for long minutes. Alec doesn’t know if Magnus is waiting for him to speak first but now, laying here with Magnus just inches away and feeling like it might as well be an oceanic chasm, he’s too tired to keep the words from slipping out.
After all, what’s the worst thing that could happen? He’s already staring down the face of his world imploding, just because he was stupid enough to fall for someone who wouldn’t ever be interested in him like that.
GOING DOWN by @lecrit [ M | AU | 6.7k | complete ]
Of all the days in all the years Alec has worked here, and of all the people who work in this building that he could have found himself stuck with, the Universe chose to trap him in an elevator with Magnus Bane on the day his sister is giving birth.
Well, fuck you too, Universe.
#malec#malec fic#malec fic rec#malec fanfic#shadowhunters#fic rec#malec fanfc#fanfic#otp: look what i have waiting for me#i kept this off for so long to give you as many fics as possible so... have fun#enjoy reading these and may they put a smile on your face pumpkins <3
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something in the water, part 1
Summary: Emma is sent to investigate a supposed sea monster appearance in her hometown. Thankfully, her family there knows her secret: that at night, she transforms into a swan. And she knows that whoever the universe thinks her soulmate is, as dictated by the tattoo on her side, won't be there. Though maybe she was wrong to assume that. And when did a merman start hanging out in the ocean near Storybrooke?
rated M (eventually) | 5.5k | AO3
A/N: Here it finally is—my story for @cssns!! I came up with the idea ages ago but never really found time to write until this event came up. It should be about 7 chapters, but of course I was silly and signed up to post on the first day of band camp, so the next chapter won’t go up until next week, and probably once a week from there on. Hope you like it, and thanks to @kmomof4 for organizing this! I’ll be posting accompanying art as well!
When it came to belief systems, Emma Nolan wasn't what most people would call normal. (Actually, in most regards, she wasn't.)
She didn't place much stock in things like having luck or wishing on stars. Neither had ever really been on her side.
She hadn't quite made up her mind on God (or gods, or goddesses, or whatever). She took care of herself just fine.
The supernatural, though—vampires, zombies, magic, et cetera? There wasn’t much choice when it came to her belief in that, given the way her life had gone and the people she tended to hang out with—even if society as a whole still thought it was all fiction.
But the one thing that everyone believed in—and that Emma remained skeptical on, despite all the proof she'd seen—was soulmates. The idea of a predestined love dictated by some higher being before you were born and only verified by a random, tattoo-like birthmark seemed forced at best and unreliable at worst. It's not like the marks spelled it out—there was plenty of room for interpretation of the symbolism of each soulmark, which also meant plenty of room to have a heart broken.
She had trusted in them, once upon a time, when she met a guy named Neal who’d spent a great deal of his childhood on a ship. The mark splashed across her ribcage made sense with that, and his—of what looked like a feather on his bicep—seemed appropriate for someone like her, and with a secret like hers.
But then he found out what she was hiding, and things got awkward. And then he met Tamara and the feather turned out to be a palm leaf (apparently, that’s what that name means or something). And then things were said—tame things like, “it’s not you, it’s me and my destiny and blah-blah,” and hurtful things like “I couldn’t love someone like you anyways. Who could?”
Which meant Emma was the one left with the broken heart.
So what she’d once thought was a curse actually helped keep her heart safe, and since not everyone had a soulmark, it was easy to pretend she didn’t either.
And like he said, who could love someone like her, anyways?
Actually, she lied; there was one more thing she didn’t believe in, as presented to her by her boss one quiet Thursday afternoon.
“A sea monster? You can’t be serious, Regina.”
“Hey, I didn’t come up with it. I’m just the one who took the call.”
“Well, did you do a sanity check on the caller?”
“I didn’t have to; I know she’s insane. It’s Cruella Feinberg.”
“As in Crazy Cruella from back home? The one obsessed with dogs?” Emma and Regina both hailed from the tiny Maine town of Storybrooke—the definition of quaint. It was really no wonder they’d both escaped to Boston as soon as they could.
“The very one. And while she may have lost touch with reality, her money certainly has not.”
Emma sighed and leaned back in her desk chair. “How much?”
From where she was perched on the corner of Emma’s desk in the office of their bail bonds-slash-private investigation firm, Regina slid a folded up sheet of paper to her. Emma quirked an eyebrow with curiosity; Regina wasn’t typically one to keep things on the down-low like this, unless it was an exceptionally large payout. And this did not seem like the kind of case with one of those; usually, the people who hired them for this kind of situation were broke and/or not mentally sound, so they just played Ghostbuster—convinced the banshee or whatever it was to quit being weird, and charged the client only half of the original amount.
Emma picked up the slip and opened it. Boy, was she wrong this time. “Holy shit!” She exclaimed at the almost-six-figure sum. “This can’t possibly be real.”
“It is; I made her put up half up front to make sure she wasn’t joking. She did it without batting a heavily lined eye.”
Emma checked her desk calendar—was it April Fools or something? “What’s the catch here? This is too good to be true.”
“No catch. Unless me forcing you to take some paid time off counts.”
She scoffed. “This hardly seems like something to use my vacation time on.”
“It’s not. But it’s a two-week assignment in Storybrooke, and I’m not expecting this to take much effort on your end. Actually, I think it will end up being kind of perfect for you. Plus: you deserve it, Emma.”
She crossed her arms and leaned back in her desk chair, huffing; there was a reason she threw herself into work. It left less time for thinking, or being social, or any of those other things that tended to put Emma outside her comfort zone or onto things she’d rather not focus on.
It had been a while since she’d been home, though, and it might be nice to see her brother and sister-in-law...but it also seemed like she was taking advantage of the situation. “Are you sure, Regina? I know you’ve been busy with the Gold case; don’t you want me to stay and help with that?”
For the past several months, Regina had been investigating the disappearances of various supernatural beings—occasionally, they did get hired on legit cases from within their hidden community—with the most recent being an acquaintance of theirs, Tinkerbell, a fairy. A surprising number of her kind had gone missing, along with a werebear named Merida, a couple vampires, and a jeweler with a Midas-like touch. They had yet to find any solid leads, but all of the cases seemed to have a tie to the mysterious Mr. Gold. Emma had never met him herself, but his reputation alone had her worried for Regina’s safety whenever they met; there was no telling when a witch as gifted with magic as Regina was would be next.
(Having a boss that was also a member of the more mythical side of society—and aware of any potential limitations that might put on one’s available working hours—was certainly a perk to this job on its own, odd cases like the one currently in front of her notwithstanding.)
“I’ve got no leads right now, so there’s not much to help with,” Regina answered with a shrug. “Seriously, go spend some time with your family; have a girls night or two with Ruby; air out your feathers a bit.”
Emma gave a hard side-eye at that last comment—Regina could never resist a good bird reference around her—but she was out of arguments against taking the assignment.
She chewed on her bottom lip a bit before saying, “Promise you’ll call me if you need me back here?”
“Promise,” Regina answered, going so far as to draw an x over her heart with her finger. For Regina, that meant business.
“Then I guess I’m off to Storybrooke.”
After a quick call to her sister-in-law Snow, a fleeting trip to her apartment for some clothes and necessities hastily shoved in a threadbare duffel bag, and a stop at the gas station to fill up the tank of her 1972 yellow VW Bug, Emma was off on the 5-ish-hour drive up the coast. It wasn’t quite tourist season yet, but the snow had melted, so she opted for the slower route that kept her closer to the ocean, enjoying the panoramic views of the Atlantic as she drove.
The sign by the side of the road informing drivers that they were “Now Entering Storybrooke” eventually greeted her warmly as it had so many times before, crisp white on kelly green.
Before heading into town, she detoured down a dirt road to Cruella’s place. The Feinberg mansion was certainly more ostentatious than any other house on the road, towering over the smaller coastal cottages, but wasn’t the ridiculous display of wealth Emma had expected—it was more like an oversized bungalow made of light-colored brick.
Dogs started barking as soon as she rang the doorbell, and a shrill voice called at them to “shut it!” before the door swung open. Cruella looked much the same as she did in Emma’s memory, just with a bit more Botox: dramatic two-toned hair, a zealous amount of dark eyeshadow, and clothes just a touch too revealing.
“Oh, Emma darling, thank you so much for coming! I was thrilled when Regina told me you’d taken the case; none of those city types would ever believe me!” Cruella shouted, pulling Emma into a tight hug despite the fact that they’d hardly ever exchanged more than a few words (and that Emma had totally TP’d her house once with Ruby, but they had never been caught).
“Glad to...help…” Emma stammered, stunned at the contact. She had to take a deep breath once Cruella released her, before continuing, “So, can you tell me anything about what you’ve been seeing?”
“Oh, yes, yes—right this way!” The eccentric older woman turned on a dime and led Emma through her house, past the large painting of her now-dead husband (whose death had only been mildly suspicious), through the kitchen, and out to the massive deck that overlooked a semi-secluded cove.
“I see it almost every night when I’m having a nightcap, but only at night, so I think it’s nocturnal,” Cruella started explaining, gesturing dramatically toward the water. “It seems to be dark-colored, but it’s so hard to tell when there’s only a bit of moonlight.”
Emma wondered how strong those nightcaps were mixed, but continued on with a few more questions: how big was it (“Hmm, bigger than a dolphin, but smaller than a whale—but it has a tail like both of them.”), how long had she been seeing it (“A few months, give or take”), and why she’d hired them to investigate (“Well, I need to know what it is so I can be a hospitable host should it ever come ashore! I’m sure my friends would love to meet it!”).
None of it did anything to convince Emma that Cruella wasn’t still a few olives short of a martini, but she assured the widow that she’d get right on it.
“Let me know if I can help at all, and my property is certainly available to your use. I’m always open to some evening company,” Cruella added as Emma headed out.
“I think I’ll be okay, but thanks,” she answered, kind of quickly. “I’ll be in touch.”
She endured one more too-tight hug before hopping back in her car and starting the drive into town. Something told her it was all just the gin-fueled hallucination of a lonely old lady, but Regina was right—this case would probably work out perfectly for her, whether she found anything or not. She already spent most of her nights on the water; might was well get paid for it.
She’d get back to that later, though; now, it was time to see if the town rumor mill still worked like it used to—or at least to see how many people Snow had told of her arrival. Her old bedroom was already waiting for her, based on the last text she received, but it pretty much always was.
First things first, though: food. She easily navigated the all-too-familiar backroads and side streets that led to the center of town, one of the tiniest and most stereotypical little seaside villages known to man. Finding the diner was second nature, and her Bug looked right at home parked in front of it, almost like she’d never left. She actually recognized most of the cars nearby, but especially the two she’d parked in between; she smirked at knowing what—or rather, who—was likely waiting for her inside.
The same old bell rang against the door as she pulled it open, but was quickly drowned out by a high-pitched yelp—the only warning Emma had before being engulfed in another massive hug, but she was expecting this one. Still, she hadn’t quite braced herself enough.
“Ah, Emma! It’s really you; you’re HERE!” her best friend, Ruby Lucas, was shouting in her ear while proceeding to squeeze the life out of her.
“Let her breathe, Ruby!” a gruff voice barked from behind the counter. Despite the asphyxiation, Emma smiled at how little things ever changed.
“Sorry, sorry!” Ruby apologized as she let go; she always forgot her own strength, and now that Emma was free, she could see Granny behind them, hands on her hips and shaking her head at her granddaughter’s energy. “You know how I get around the full moon,” Ruby added quietly.
“It’s fine,” Emma assured her, even though her voice was slightly strained. Despite her friend’s lithe form, few would guess that both she and her grandmother were members of the local pack of apex predators: werewolves.
(To say Emma had grown up around the supernatural was an understatement. Maybe that was why the two of them got on so well, even if they probably shouldn’t have.)
“But once that’s past, we HAVE to have a girls’ night, okay?” she continued, gushing and taking Emma’s hands in hers. “Oh, I’m just so glad you’re here!”
“Ruby, I’m not paying ya to block the door from the paying customers!” Granny shouted before Emma could reply.
“Granny, we both know you won’t let me pay,” Emma threw back, teasing.
“Well, maybe this is the day I do!” The old lady was known for her fierce temper and penchant for orneriness; but just like any she-wolf, she was also fiercely protective of those in her pack, both the ones who actually were and the ones she’d decided were.
Emma and Ruby both just rolled their eyes, still holding hands in the entryway, when she heard the clearing of a familiar voice.
“Ruby, are you trying to hog my sister?” David, ever the big brother, was standing there with his arms crossed, trying to give a stern look that they all knew was forced.
“Yup,” Ruby threw back without missing a beat. “I’m taking her home and locking her in my house, so she’ll be all mine!”
“That’s creepy, Rubes,” Emma protested, but David spoke over her.
“Oh? And what would your new girlfriend say about that?”
Emma’s jaw dropped and Ruby looked ironically sheepish. “Ruby! You didn’t tell me!” Emma scolded, lightly shoving her friend’s shoulder.
“I was getting there…” she answered. “It’s not the sort of thing you say over text!”
Emma was going to challenge that, but Granny cut them all off. “Ruby! Let that poor girl sit down and make her some food!”
“I’ll tell you later,” she said quickly, then dashed to the kitchen in her impractical red high heels.
“Aha, my plan worked; I have you all to myself!” David proclaimed, tugging Emma into a headlock.
“Seriously?” Emma complained, though it was muffled by her brother’s ridiculously muscled arm, covered as always in plaid flannel (today, it was blue; she was pretty sure he owned the full spectrum). “Aren’t we too old for this?”
“Never!” he answered, and started tugging her farther into the diner. “Come on, there’s someone I want you to meet.”
“You’re gonna have to let go of me, you know.”
“Nah.”
She could at least tell that they were near the end of the counter, where she and David almost always sat. She still couldn’t see a damn thing and the way David was pulling her was starting to put a strain in her side, but he didn’t seem to care.
“Emma, meet Killian; he’s new in town. Killian, this is my sister, Emma.”
Blindly, Emma held out her hand, hoping the yet-to-be-seen stranger would take it. “Nice to meet you!” she called out from the confines of her brother’s grip.
Moments later, warm, rough fingers lightly gripped hers, followed by the sound of a sinfully accented voice. “The pleasure is all mine, milady.” And then she felt soft lips on the back of her hand.
Holy crap, who was this guy? Did David tear him out of a Jane Austen novel or something? Granted, that wasn’t a power she was aware of anyone wielding, let alone her brother, but damn.
(Another question would be, “why do you even care about a guy you haven’t even seen?”, but Emma was really too stunned by their thus-far incredibly brief interaction to give that much thought.)
Enough was enough; she couldn’t breathe and David’s shirt smelled like the vet office he worked in. And she was also kind of super curious to see what this guy looked like.
Thankfully, David didn’t put up a fight when she pulled his arms off of her, and only whined a little bit when she smacked him in the chest. Then she turned to this Killian guy, and it was like time stood still.
Killian was easily the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. High cheekbones and long, thick lashes framed the bluest eyes she'd encountered, and gingery scruff canvassed a jaw chiseled from stone; a dark thatch of chest hair teased from the unbuttoned vee of a shirt just tight enough that little was hidden of his built upper body; and tousled dark hair hung artfully in his face while his perfect full lips smirked at her, cutting a dimple into his cheek.
The only thing she could think was that there was no way someone so attractive was human. (But she found herself eagerly hoping he was.)
“Emma; earth to Emma.” Suddenly, a hand was being waved in front of her face, pulling her out of her gaping—oh, crap, she was actually, full-on open-mouthed gaping at Killian. David was chuckling as she slammed her mouth shut, and she could feel heat rising on her cheeks, making them as bright red as the streaks in Ruby’s hair.
“I think she likes you,” David whisper-yelled to Killian as he took a seat next to him on the last stool.
“I tend to have that effect on people,” Killian answered in the same manner, throwing a poor excuse for a wink her way (but it still made her blush even harder).
Wait—what the hell was going on? She never got her feathers ruffled by a pretty face like this, and David never encouraged it. Regardless of her reaction, this was a setup if she ever saw one, and she wasn’t going to take the bait.
Trying to look cool (and probably failing but whatever), she brushed her hair behind her ears, smoothed her red leather jacket, and slid onto the empty stool next to Killian’s. “So, how the hell did you end up in Storybrooke? There really isn’t much here.”
“Well, there was a job,” he started, with a shrug and a chuckle—a deep, light thing that vibrated through her; she shivered involuntarily. “England didn’t have anything for me anymore and...this seemed like the place to start anew.” His smile didn’t fade, but his eyes softened a bit; she could tell that there was more to it than that, but she was the last person (or whatever she was) on earth to pry. So she kept it light.
“Really? You came here to start over? The US has so many problems right now.”
“So does the UK. Brexit and all.”
“Trump, though.”
“True. You might have that one.”
She was about to ask about his job (and was a little surprised at how quickly they fell into banter) when Ruby was in front of her, with her usual order and a wolfish grin.
“Don’t mind me; just dropping this off and I’ll get out of your feathers.” She cast a glance over at Killian, licked her lips at Emma, and then slunk away nearly as quickly as she’d shown up.
Emma just shook her head; seriously? Five minutes in town and everyone was already shipping her and the new guy? It was almost painful, but then again, that was Storybrooke.
Actually, something was kind of painful—her side. After her first (delicious) bite of grilled cheese, she set it down to stretch out, holding her arm over her head as she did.
“Are you taking up ballet now?” David teased. “Trying to learn some grace, finally?” Sometimes, he was such a big brother.
“Ha ha. No. We both know that's not possible,” Emma scoffed back. It really was ironic how clumsy she was, all things considered, but she didn’t think that had anything to do with this. “I think you pulled one of my muscles when you decided to drag me halfway across the diner. Thanks,” she deadpanned, then turned to Killian. “Sorry that you’re caught in the middle of this.”
He waved it off. “I had a brother; I know what it’s like.”
She didn’t linger on the fact that he used past tense, but still asked, “Was he as much of a ridiculous jerk as this guy?”
“Probably worse.”
The three of them fell into a combination of teasing and actual conversation over their meals. They discussed the differences between where he’d lived on the English coast and life here on the other side of the Atlantic. He explained that the proximity to the ocean was part of what drew him to their quiet little seaside town. For a moment, the mention of the sea sent up some Neal-related red flags, but then the conversation drifted into books and she forgot about it. That was his job—he’d taken the assistant librarian position in town, and was training to run things while the head librarian, Belle, went on a sabbatical to travel. And she catalogued the impressed, almost aroused way he arched an eyebrow when he found out she was a bounty hunter.
“You certainly strike me as a tough lass,” he observed, smirking wryly. “Remind me not to cross you.”
“Don’t skip your bail and we’ll be fine,” she teased back. “I’d hate to have to press that pretty face against the wall as I’m cuffing you.” She immediately blushed; she only ever flirted like that when she actually was trying to nab a skip—it had been years since she meant it.
He grinned, a devilish thing. “If you want to get close to me, you only have to ask. No need to use a hypothetical crime as an excuse.”
“Guys, I’m right here,” David protested, but his immediate smirk in Ruby’s direction told her that he really didn’t mind that much. (And honestly, it was kind of payback for all the sickeningly sweet scenes she’d been forced to witness between him and Snow over the years.)
Despite her embarrassment, she couldn’t hold back the smile that took over her features. She attempted to hide it in her last onion ring, but caught Ruby grinning at her from the kitchen. So she hid behind a napkin instead, clearing her face of any potential crumbs and—wait, why did she care? It wasn’t like she was looking to date him or anything….right?
Oh, but it was so fun flirting with him.
He’d returned his focus to the few remaining fries on his plate (“chips,” he called them), and she noticed his brow furrow as he rubbed at his chest.
“Oh, I should have warned you; Granny’s will give you heartburn if you’re not careful.”
“I heard that!” Granny shouted from the far back of the kitchen; of course she did, wolf hearing and all.
He chuckled. “I’ll remember that next time.” The weight of “next time” hung over them as they shared somewhat coy half-smiles; normally, she’d refute anything further, but something told her she couldn’t avoid Killian if she tried.
Just when she’d worked up the nerve to give Killian her number—even though something told her David had already put it in his phone—said older, annoying brother broke the moment. “Killian, don’t you have to get back to work?”
His eyes grew wide and flashed to the clock on the wall. “Oh, bloody hell, yeah,” he cursed, jumping up off the stool. He tugged some cash out of his back pocket (which Emma couldn’t help but watch; it turned out that he had an incredibly attractive back pocket), threw it on the counter, and grabbed a black leather jacket from where it had fallen on the floor.
“It truly was a pleasure, Emma,” he said as he slipped it on, giving her a genuine smile. “Until next time.”
“You too,” she replied, almost breathlessly, and then watched as he said “Later, mate,” to Dave and headed out the door. (She may have once again taken the opportunity to admire his back pockets, and everything they held.)
Once he was gone, she swiveled around on her stool to glare at David. “What the hell was that?” she demanded, but David answered by taking a massive bite of his tuna melt and studying the ceiling tiles.
She knew this game, though, and continued to stare at him while she munched on her onion rings. No way was he getting out of this conversation.
Dramatically, he swallowed and then feigned looking at his watch. “Oh, man, the time. That’s my lunch break; I better—”
“You better explain why you were simultaneously trying to set me up,” she commanded, putting her hand on his shoulder to keep him in place, and then added with a confused tilt of her head, “but also not?”
“You noticed that, huh?” he replied, scratching the back of his neck self-consciously.
“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t?”
“Think, no; hope—maybe?”
She just shook her head. “God, you sound just like—”
“Emma!” Speak of the devil, there she was; the shout of her name pulled her attention to the door, where David’s wife Snow had just arrived. Although, there was absolutely nothing satanic about Snow—in fact, she was quite the opposite: in addition to her pure-sounding name (her parents were definitely hippies), she practically exuded rainbows, unicorns, and all things angelic. (As far as Emma knew, she wasn’t actually an angel, but she wouldn’t be surprised to be proven wrong.)
Even the sun behind her made a halo in Snow’s pixie-cut hair as she practically ran across the diner. “Ah, I’m so glad you made it!” she basically shouted in Emma’s ear as she attacked her with a hug. “You’re supposed to text me these things, you know?”
“Yes, I know, Mom,” she answered, putting emphasis on the title; Snow might be her sister-in-law, but half the time, she acted more like a parent. But a parent you could get drunk with. “I was going to, but I went to Cruella’s first to find out about the job, and then got distracted here by a couple of fledgling matchmakers.”
Snow pulled back wearing a look of recognition, and turned to David. “Oh, was Killian here?”
“Ugh, I should have known you were in on it, too,” Emma grumbled, leaning back against the counter. “I expect this from you; but now you’re dragging David into it?”
“It was his idea!” Snow protested.
“Seriously?” Emma complained, and both ladies turned to him, but he was once again conveniently too interested in his meal to answer.
So Snow launched into an explanation. “A few weeks ago, he said, and I quote, ‘Don’t you think Emma and Killian would make a cute couple?’ I told him that neither of you would really appreciate being set up, but agreed that I could totally see it. And several times since then, he’s said he can’t wait for your next visit so he can introduce you two and, again, I quote, ‘watch the sparks fly’.”
David choked down his sandwich to throw back at Snow, “Okay, but you’re the one who said they’d have pretty babies.”
Now Snow was the one acting embarrassed. “It was just a hypothetical!”
Ruby was surreptitiously taking away her empty plate, but Emma always had a sixth sense where she was concerned, probably because of Ruby’s predator status. “And what’s your excuse?” she enquired.
“I just think you need to get laid, and Killian is sex on legs, so you better effing tap that.” She didn’t even bat an eye, giving her confident response and then taking the dishes back to the kitchen.
“You guys, seriously,” Emma whined, physically facepalming. She knew they meant well and just wanted to see her happy with someone. But they also all knew why she wasn’t keen on that idea, given what had happened with Neal. At least no one had brought up the “S” word; soulmates were a big deal to Snow, since she and David were, but she’d long since stopped trying to sign Emma up for a soulmate-finder service.
(She’d never admit it, but sometimes, when she watched her brother and sister-in-law’s relationship and thought of their matching marks—his a snowflake, hers a shepherd’s crook—she did truly long for the kind of companionship and support that they gave each other.
But then Neal’s words—Who could love someone like you?—would trickle back in, and she’d quickly give up that line of thinking.)
Her complaints apparently didn’t stop Snow from whispering to Dave, “So, how did it go?”
“Answer that and die,” Emma interrupted, still holding her face in her hand.
She could almost hear Snow’s grin. “That’s all the answer I need, I think.” Emma just groaned and pushed herself off the counter to standing.
“Well, I’m gonna head out before you start wasting your time planning a wedding that will never happen.” Snow looked like she was about to protest, so Emma cut her off. “I’ve gotta do some reconnaissance for my job, but then I’ll be back at your place by dinner, okay?”
“Okay,” Snow conceded, sounding almost defeated. Emma hated doing that to her but her friend had an overactive imagination; it was always best to put a stop to things before her dreams regarding Emma’s love life got out of hand.
“Alright; see you later.”
Later that evening, Emma was curled up on the bed in her childhood room. David had inherited the house and the sheep farm that they grew up on after his mother (and Emma’s adoptive mother) passed away, so she always had a place when she came to Storybrooke. Despite what it may have seemed based on the warm reception earlier, she did actually make it home fairly regularly; this trip was just a bit out of her typical once-every-few-months schedule.
After figuring out where she’d best be able to do surveillance out by Cruella’s—in other words, where she could park near the water and not get noticed or caught in the tide—she’d headed back here for dinner and some Netflixing before they all went to bed. Emma wasn’t all that tired yet, though, so she was reading an old, worn out collection of fairy tales. Even if her life would never be one, she always enjoyed the stories and guessing at which ones were real. Though with this specific book—by Hans Christian Anderson—she’d never been able to decide.
The alarm on her phone went off at 10:50, startling her from her reading (and her musings on just how much of her life resembled The Ugly Duckling). The familiar tune of Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake played out of the tiny iPhone speaker, letting her know, like it always did, that she had 10 minutes to figure things out. A quick glance at her weather app told her it was supposed to be a dry, if cool, night; but she’d be fine out there.
Quietly, she headed outside and down the well-worn path to the pond on the farm. Her phone read 10:55, so she walked a bit quicker to get there on time.
An ancient-looking but incredibly solid dock jutted out into the pond, and at the end, a less-old but still worn box was built in. Emma’s footsteps thudded as she hurried to it, and she flipped open the makeshift cabinet. As quickly as she could, she pulled off everything she wore (eternally grateful for the relative privacy of the farm) and threw it in, dropping her phone on top of the pile. 10:59.
She’d just closed the lid and stood up straight when she felt it: the familiar tingle that started in her spine and spread. In the near-full moon, the merman-shaped mark on her right side stood in stark contrast to her pale skin. Her hand pressed down on it; she never really paid it much thought nowadays, but it was odd that the muscle she’d strained earlier was directly beneath it.
The tingling feeling intensified, just like it did every night; by now, she had this whole thing down exactly.
Her lone graceful move was this: she raised her arms overhead as feathers covered her skin and flowed down from her limbs to make wings. Then, she took a running leap off the end of the dock, gliding on those wings for a brief moment as her neck lengthened, her legs shortened, her nose and mouth became a beak, and her whole body rearranged itself.
When it was done and that tingling feeling stopped, she smoothly landed on the surface of the water—as a swan.
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The Mummy Family
Bellarke Christmas Calender 2017
December 6th:
by Iva [jasperjoordan] [ao3]
Word count: 2858
Prompt: Something to do with snow - Snowballfight
Thank you so much to Iva ♥ for participating in our bellarke christmas. Please go and check out her other great work.
Bellarke and the delinquents on a snowday
Bellamy Blake is not a fan of the snow. Not even in the slightest.
His old boots always managed to somehow get too wet which led to his poor toes freezing on a couple of occasions during his night guard shifts near the Ark gates, the skin of his hands gripping his rifle always cracked and even bleed from the awfully low temperatures and his nose usually got this tomato red color to it that made the other delinquents giggle and call him Rudolf behind his back which always pissed the hell out of him.
But the reason Bellamy most hated the snow and the awfully cold weather wasn’t really about all of these awfully annoying stuff happening to him.
It was because of Clarke.
Despite his best efforts to take care of her, make sure she has warm gloves, new shoes or even a hat, she always somehow…somehow got this awful cough in the winter that scared the crap out of him. More than anything, Bellamy loved helping others, he was a mother hen, a grandpa who scolded them when they were being stupid, a big brother who pushed their heads to his chest and patted them on the back when their hearts were broken.
But with the snow, somehow everyone got even more crazy than they usually were.
Clarke Griffin, of course, most of all.
See, unlike him, Clarke loved the snow. The first time she got to witness it, she jumped around camp, tasted the snowflakes and raised her hands up towards the sky, giggling like a child, the sound spreading a warmth through Bellamy the same way her touch did. Every year, Clarke awaited the first snow as if it was something to be celebrated the same way Christmas and Unity Day were.
So when Bellamy woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t feel her pressing her back to his chest, he rolled over and found her standing by the window, her eyes full of this awfully beautiful bright light that he didn’t always get to see, her mouth stretched in a wide smile, her pale hands pressed to the glass.
“Clarke?” he asked, his voice hoarse and very sleepy.
“Bellamy, it’s snowing” she exclaimed as if they’ve finally figured out a way how to fix the showers in the common area, a problem Raven’s been working on for the past month ”I want to go outside.”
“No, no way!” he raised himself on his elbows knowing full well how serious she was ”It’s fucking freezing outside, princess, come back here!” he tried begging but she was already opening the window, her head outside, eyes closed, the first snowflakes covering her rosy cheeks.
Bellamy collapses back on his pillow with a loud groan.
“You’re gonna catch a cold” he mumbles after ten minutes in which she didn’t move from her place ”Clarke, please!” but it was as if she couldn’t hear him, he opened up his eyes again and saw her outstretched hands catching snowflakes and watching them melt with amusement. He smiled at the sight of her-the moonlight was covering her pale face, giving her a somewhat unearthly look.
He marveled at her beauty for another minute before getting up and taking off his jacket from the chair so he could cover her small shoulders with them. Coming from behind he pulled her to his chest and kissed her cheek.
“Come on, Clarke, time to go back to bed.”
“Are we gonna slide tomorrow?” she asks like an overly enthusiastic child. He sighs tiredly but he’s smiling too. How could he ever say no to her?
“You know we are.” her hand rose to his cheek and caressed him gently. Then before she knew what was happening, he closed the window and swiftly lifted her up in his arms, carrying her and laying her down back to their bed, making sure to pile every last pelt over her because she was already freezing.
“You worry too much” she whispers later while she’s hugging herself in the crook of his neck.
“I worry just the right amount” he mumbles back, a shiver going through his spine at the memory of her awful coughs echoing all around him last winter.
A dreadful sound he didn’t like to recall.
For the first time in probably a year, she’s the first one to wake up before him. He can hear her getting up, dressing herself and going outside and he knows exactly what she’s doing, which makes him groan and bury his face in the pillow. When she comes back, she’s actually singing quietly to herself.
“I’ve already talked to Jasper, Monty and Miller” she announces as he finally sits up in bed and slowly starts putting on his awfully old boots. Every now and then, he needed to wear two pairs of socks because his toes got this awfully blue, sometimes even purple-ish color to them ”Harper’s joining too, we’re leaving in fifteen.” he drags a hand through his tired face but he can’t help but smile when he looks at her. She’s already more or less ready to go.
The delinquents had discovered this place, a small hill just fifteen minutes north from Arkadia that was perfect for sledding. They used old tarps or nylon bags and Bellamy was always the one waiting downhill and making sure they didn’t fucking kill themselves.
“Where’s your hat?” he asks her when he realizes she’s only put her jacket on.
“Bellamy!” she crosses her arms on her chest the same way she always did.
He didn’t care though, he never would care how grumpy she gets when he’s like this, it was for her own good. He goes to the chest they kept in the corner and takes out the new gloves and scarf he got for her from his last trip to a Trishanakru village.
”Oh God, those are….those are beautiful, Bell!” she exclaims when she sees them and his smiles as he helps her put them on ”When did you even get those?”
“Knowing how much you loved the snow and apparently attempting suicide by rolling in it 24/7 I had to take precautions.”
“Oh, you’re such a mother hen” she throws her arms around his neck and gives him a quick peck on the lips ”But I love you for it.”
“Of course you do” he grants her his typical lopsided smile ”Come on, let’s go now, I can basically feel you jumping with enthusiasm.”
Half an hour later and four delinquents more, they arrive at the place and Bellamy’s heart skips a few fearful beats from the amount of snow they see there.
Jasper and Monty are already making fun of Clarke for looking like a polar bear and she tries taking her scarf off, but Bellamy wouldn’t let her, refusing to acknowledge any jokes coming from the kids and throwing them angry glances whenever they made fun of Clarke.
What really makes this twice as difficult for Bellamy is that he never had any back up-Miller, the only other voice of reason that usually supported his very sensible opinions, was a reckless child when it came to sledding, snowballing or even snowman building. If anything, he was almost as worse as Clarke was. Bellamy hated admitting that he had an easier time dealing with Jasper and Monty in times like that than Miller and Clarke.
When they start sledding, it’s like a trip down memory lane for Bellamy. Not a particularly pleasant one.
Jasper and Monty often did these awfully stupid stunts while sledding, either going head down or backwards or whatnot, which usually resulted in multiple injuries. He still remembers how last winter Jasper bruised his butt so bad, he had to throw him on his shoulder and carry him back to camp because he literally couldn’t walk and if Monty didn’t hit his head at least once and lose consciousness for a few minutes, thus making Miller completely freak out, it wouldn’t be a sledding day.
So now, as every other year, Bellamy is waiting down the hill, watching the morons trying to kill themselves and yelling various threats at them:
“Miller, no! Miller! No, not head down or I swear to god I will kill you and then when you’re dead I’ll kill you once again just to make a fucking point!” of course Miller wouldn’t listen.
“Jasper, DON’T YOU DARE COPY HIM OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL DRAG YOU BACK TO CAMP BY THE COLLAR!”
“Clarke, fix your hat! Where’s your glove? Did you already manage to lose it?”
And all sorts of worried stuff like that, that made his poor heart skip a beat, his blood pressure to rise and his hair to get a little more white.
Thankfully, his sister wasn’t into sledding, which was a deep relief for him, but she was unfortunately into snowball fighting. She would never join them from the start, but somewhere in the middle of this awful-for-Bellamy day, she would appear from behind and throw a perfectly made snowball in his back. He would usually grunt and try to find her hiding place from behind the trees and five minutes later it would turn into a real fight between the two of them, the rest of the delinquents joining too, briefly interrupting their suicide sledding marathon.
By the end of it, Bellamy would already be seriously grumpy, because he’s wet, his toes are threatening to fall off and he’s exhausted, but the kids aren’t and they renew their sledding competition for the last time.
Moreover, their never-ending jokes are starting to get to him, so by the end, after multiple persuasion and mocking that he can’t do it, he drags himself up the hill and decides he’s going to slide a few times too, just to shut them up and because…well maybe he did deserve some fun after all.
“Be careful, okay?” Clarke, who all of a sudden seems worried, whispers in his ear and he grants her his most reassuring smile. He’s not a particular fan of heights but he wasn’t scared of them either so when he slides down, in the most, mind you, careful and sane way there is, he actually can feel the thrill and joy build within him.
For the first time in the whole long day, he’s free, happy even.
And then in just a second, it all changes. He feels himself losing course, bumping into something and then before he knew what was happening he was face down in the snow, his body violently rolling down and then ending up on something hard in a twisted unnatural way but he couldn’t register what exactly hurt so damn much because his head crashed into something else and he blacked out.
The delinquents, who were first laughing and yelling at the funny way he was sledding, suddenly grew silent when they realized he wasn’t moving. Before the rest of them can even get to him, Clarke’s already there, shaking his shoulders and calling his name frantically.
“Clarke” he moans just a few minutes after his blackout. He blinks a few times and tries to make sense of all the faces staring down at him worriedly. He tries moving, of course he does but he groans from the pain in his leg, or was it both his legs, and ends up back on the snow.
“It’s fine man, we’ve got you” Miller promises and he feels them lift him up. Miller was holding his upper body and Jasper and Monty were supporting his legs while Clarke held his hand and Harper ran before them to warn Abby they were coming.
“Clarke” he mumbles once more and she leans down to brush the hair from his forehead.
“I’m here” she says but when he looks in her eyes he sees tears and he hates himself for it, because he knows he’s the reason.
“I’m fi-”
“Don’t you dare say that!” she cuts him off and he smiles before closing his eyes again and feeling himself drift off. She calls him out, he hears her beg him to stay with her and he tries, he really does, but it feels better to lose himself in the darkness.
The last thing he remembers saying is a weak “I’m sorry.”
Next thing he knows is that he wakes up in medbay and Clarke is sleeping next to him, her head resting on the bed next to his very-bandaged-from-the- knee-down leg. He feels like it’s late in the evening because it’s mostly empty and he has no idea how long she’s been here so he definitely doesn’t want to wake her, but when he tries to move just a bit an involuntary gasp escapes his lips and she bolts right away, biting back a groan herself because of the pain in her neck.
“Bellamy!” she leans down, her hands end up on his cheeks and she looks at him with the most worried expression on her face ”How do you feel?”
“I’m good” he utters and his hand wraps around her wrist carefully. He tries to reassure her with a glance that he isn’t as bad even though his body feels like it’s burning ”What happened?” he asks confused, staring down at his leg and then back up at her.
“You broke your kneecap.” she announces guiltily. “And well…everything down from it”
“I did what?” his eyes widen and ridiculously the first thought he has is that he won’t be able to train the guards or go to his shifts or hunt with the others or-
“Hey” she brings him back burying her fingers in his hair and scratching his scalp gently like she knew calmed him down ”It’s fine, you’ll be alright. My mom and Jackson got you into surgery and fixed everything.”
“I was in surgery?” he asks even more confused and she nods, an apologetic smile on her face ”When…when can I go back to work?” she laughs at that and he furrows his eyebrows slightly.
“Bellamy, are you for real? You fell down the hill and broke your leg in three places, had a concussion and were out of it for two days and this is what you ask?”
“Well, I have stuff to do, they need me” he tries reasoning with her and she shakes her head in this stupid stubborn way which meant he can’t argue with her because she’s fucking right.
“You always take care of us, now it’s time we took care of you, okay? And hey, don’t pout, you’ll be alright” she pats his cheek sweetly at his sour expression ”You’ll need at least a month to-”
“A MONTH!” he gasps outraged and she has to bite back another laugh.
“Shh, it will be alright” she silence him with a kiss and for a minute there he forgets how useless he’s going to feel for the near future. He pulls her down to lie with him and she rests her head on his chest. His head feels heavy and there’s a tight bandage around it but he refuses to fall asleep, he can’t, not yet.
“I’m sorry, this was my fault” she whisper ”If I haven’t insisted on going sledding, if I-”
“Hey, no, no, don’t you dare blame yourself for this.”
“But I-”
“No, Clarke, this is on me. I knew I wasn’t good enough at it but my stupid ego and my awful stubbornness pushed me down that hill.” she smiles a little while her finger traces circles on his chest.
“This is the first time you admit all that.”
“And it will be the last” he promises and pulls her closer. He likes the warmth her body radiates, it somehow dulled the pain. After a few minutes of lingering kisses and his hand buried in her hair, stroking her gently and untying the awful messy ends he whispers ”I won’t be able to help you decorate the Christmas tree” his voice is sad, like a kid who just lost something precious”Or our cabin.”
“You’ll pass by the toys with the crutches” she jokes.
“Ha-ha, I see you haven’t lost your sense of humor.” he pouts again.
“Never” she kisses his cheek and pulls the blanket closer when she feels him shiver.
A week later, they are decorating their tree and Bellamy is indeed helping her with the toys while supporting himself on his crutches, when she falls down the ladder and breaks her hand. If Clarke had felt guilty for Bellamy’s injury before, now he was worried out of his mind for her and he gets twice as worked up as he usually is, limping with or without his crutches and bringing her snow from outside, tea to warm her up or another extra blanket.
That winter, Jasper calls them the Mummy family because they are both ridiculously half-wrapped up in bandages. The kids come by on Christmas day and shower them with pancakes, coco and presents while both of their leaders pout and fight in this awful childish way that is all too familiar to the delinquents.
#bellarke fanfiction#the 100 fanfiction#bellarke fic#bellarke#the 100#bellamy and clarke#bellamy blake#clarke griffin#bellarkechristmas2017#bellarke christmas calendar#jasperjoordan#by iva
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KogKag Week - Prompt #6
Holiday/Celebration
I was listening to Pandora’s Family Christmas Station to get in the mood. In October. I’m not crazy, just a fangirl haha
“Kagome, are you coming or not?” Sango yelled down the hall to her roommate.
“Do we have to go to the holiday party?” Kagome whined.
“We said we would go. You have to give your gift too. We are doing Secret Santa tonight. Plus, the history club is small as it is. People would notice if we don’t go.” Sango walked into Kagome’s room, simultaneously putting on her pearl earrings. Kagome just groaned in response as she watched Sango open her closet and pull out a red dress. “Get dressed,” Sango ordered, “we don’t have much time before we have to leave.”
Kagome stood, stripping out of her cozy sweatpants and sweater, grumbling the entire time.
“Oh stop your grumbling. You’re gonna have fun. Besides, Kouga is going to be there,” Sango teased.
Kagome just rolled her eyes.
“Oh come on, he’s not bad to look at. It’s obvious he likes you.” Sango sat on Kagome’s bed, putting on a pair of boots.
“Yeah, because he refers to me as his woman, all the time! He’s way to full of himself.”
“Admit you like the attention.”
“So what if I do? That’s not the point. The point is I don’t think I’m ready to date. Inuyasha and I broke up a few months ago. I want to feel more independent before jumping into a new relationship.” Kagome pulled up her black leggings, and grabbed the red dress to put it on.
“You don’t have to jump into a relationship to jump into bed,” Sango reasoned.
“Sango!” Kagome turned around, motioning for Sango to zip her up.
“I’m just saying. Besides, he’s sweet. Give him a chance.”
Kagome chose to ignore her as she zipped up her black ankle boots. Her heels echoed off their wood floor as she walked to the restroom to apply her makeup.
“Let’s just get this over with.”
Kagome stepped out of the restroom, satisfied with her appearance, and walked to their coat closet to pull out their pea coats.
Sango just laughed as they left their apartment, making their way to Miroku’s house.
The two arrived to the President’s house just as a light snow began to fall. They let themselves in and was greeted with soft Christmas music playing in the background. A roaring fire was in the fireplace, decorated with the history club’s homemade stockings they made their last meeting.
“Guys you made it!” Ginta slurred, greeting them first. “Watch out for the eggnog, it’s pretty strong. Inuyasha made it,” he attempted to whisper, but it came out as a yell.
“He’s here?” Kagome asked, trying to hide the panic creeping into her voice. She was perfectly okay with the break up, but it didn’t mean she wanted to run into him, especially without a date.
“Yeah, he is Kikyo’s date. Didn’t you know?”
Sango looked at Kagome, worry etched on her face.
“No, I didn’t. Good for her though. We broke up ages ago,” Kagome replied, plastering a fake smile on her face.
They took off their coats and slung it over the ugly, purple chair Miroku insisted on keeping. Kagome instantly made her way to the eggnog and poured a heaping amount into her cup.
“Slow down there,” Sango warned.
“You did this,” Kagome hissed. “‘Come out with me Kagome. Everyone will notice if you’re gone,’” she mimicked.
Sango laughed. “Put your big boy pants on. You knew this was going to happen. Kikyo has been in love with him long before you two broke up.”
Kagome took a huge drink from her eggnog and chose not to respond. She felt someone put an arm around her, and immediately turned around, shrugging the arm off.
“How’s my favorite woman doing?” Kouga grinned.
“Hey Kouga, how are you? You didn’t bring a date?” Kagome ignored his statement.
“Why? Did you want to be mine?”
Kagome didn’t have a chance to respond as she was distracted by the sight of Kikyo and Inuyasha making their way in the living room from the kitchen.
“Oh my god, hide me!” Kagome hid behind Kouga, begging him to keep silent.
Kouga thankfully did as he was told. When Inuyasha and Kikyo finally left the living room and made their way back to the kitchen.
“What was that about? I thought y’all two were cool?” Kouga asked, concerned for Kagome.
“Oh yeah, we are totally fine. But he is Kikyo’s date here. Which means he actually got a date. Whereas I am just here, by myself. I am not going to lose the breakup.”
Kouga raised his eyebrows. “Lose the breakup?”
“Oh, nevermind,” she dismissed him, taking another swig from the eggnog. Ginta was right, this eggnog was really strong. “Where did Sango go?” Kagome looked around, barely noticing her friend wasn’t by her side.
“She went with Miroku to his room. He had to show her something.”
Kagome visibly shuddered, not wanting to know what exactly he was showing her. “Will you come with me to the kitchen? I need some water.” She didn’t wait for an answer as she grabbed his arm and dragged him with her. They both walked through the doorway and immediately heard drunken laughter fill the room.
“What’s so funny?” Kagome asked, looking around.
“Kiss, kiss, kiss!” Shippou yelled out.
“What?” Kagome didn’t understand.
Kouga did his best to fight the chuckle, and pretended to clear his throat instead. He directed Kagome’s attention to the mistletoe hanging from the doorway, a cocky smile erupting on his face.
“Oh no. No thank you,” Kagome moved away.
“Come on, let’s give them a show,” Kouga smiled predatorily as he pulled her closer to him. She was pressed against him and tried her best to ignore the hard muscles underneath his ugly Christmas sweater. Kouga’s smile grew even bigger as he saw Kagome blush as she felt his muscles pressed against her body.
“Come on you gotta kiss, right Inuyasha?” Kikyo called out. “Inuyasha and I did it!”
“Go on Kagome, kiss him,” Inuyasha fought a laugh. He knew Kagome better than anyone. If he was a betting man, Kouga was going to get slapped if he tried to kiss her.
Kouga bent his head to whisper, “It’s just a kiss Kagome.”
Kagome ignored the thrill of feeling his lips brush against her ear, and tried to fight the breathy moan that wanted to escape her throat.
“You couldn’t handle this,” Kagome replied confidently instead.
‘Try me,” Kouga pressed her against the doorframe, her body submitting and melting against his form like a traitor. Could he tell it’s been way too long for her?
Kagome licked her lips and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled his lips to hers fiercely, and Kouga fought the urge to growl as he felt her breasts compress against him. She nipped his lip a little bit, and he took the chance to slide his tongue inside of her mouth, both battling for dominance. His hands relaxed and roamed downwards to the small of her back as he felt her fingers graze his hair. She moaned in his mouth, and Kouga did his best to calm himself as he felt his jeans tighten.
Catcalls and whistles brought Kagome down to earth, and she realized with horror what she was doing. She pulled herself away from Kouga, their lips separating with a loud smack. Kagome stepped out of his arms, ignoring the bruised feel of her lips as she walked and opened the fridge door to grab a bottle of water.
She walked back to the doorway to find Kouga still in a daze from their kiss. “That was a one time thing,” she said as she left the kitchen to the living room.
“Looks like you finally got your kiss, eh man?” Hakkaku teased. Everyone else went back to their conversations and enjoying the party.
“I’m gonna marry that girl,” Kouga goofily said.
“You got it bad.” Hakkaku patted him on the back as he made his way to the living room. “Alright guys, since your President is currently busy, as the Vice President, it’s time to exchange gifts! Everyone find your person, and trade off!”
The sound of people shuffling to the living room to grab the presents they placed under the tree was heard. Kagome went to her coat and grabbed the gift card she got for Shippou.
“Here you go Shippou, I hope you like it,” she said, placing the card in his hands. Shippou tore open the envelope and was pleased to find a gift card to an art store.
“Kagome, I love it!” He pulled her into a hug. “Seriously, this is awesome. I need new brushes, too!” He gratefully exclaimed.
“I’m glad you like it,” she happily replied, smiling fondly. She was happy she got the new member to their club. He reminded her of her younger brother.
Kagome felt a tap on her shoulder, and turned around to find Kouga, once again.
“Yes?” she tersely asked.
“Don’t act that way, you know you liked it,” Kouga teased. He was pleased to see a blush grace Kagome’s cheeks. “I’m your secret santa, I got this for you,” he muttered nervously as he handed her a green bag with gold tissue paper
Kagome eyed him warily she dug through the tissue paper, pulling a small, rectangular box. She saw the handle on the side, and asked, “Is it a jack-in-the-box?”
“No, it’s a music box. Open it,” he urged her.
Kagome opened the lid and was greeted to her reflection by the mirror in the inside lid. The next thing she noticed was the little girl holding a nutcracker close to her chest. She wound up the handle on the side of the box, and held it close as she heard the “Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy” began to play, the little girl in the center rotating.
“Sango said this was your favorite ballet,” he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. Kagome wasn’t displaying any emotion, and he was worried he messed it all up. Of course he messed it up. He never did anything right when Kagome was involved.
Kagome sat on the couch, staring intently at the music box. Kouga followed her actions, waiting on her to say something, anything.
“Kouga, this is….it’s wonderful. I love it,” Kagome whispered.
“Really? Well, I mean, of course I knew you’d love it. I wouldn’t be a good guy if I didn’t know what my woman loved.” Kouga cleared his throat, praying Kagome thought his blushing cheeks was from the alcohol he consumed. His heart soared at the fondness in her voice, and was happy that for once, he did something right with her.
Kagome rolled her eyes at his cocky response and set the gift down. She turned to Kouga smiling, and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
“I thought you said kissing was a one time thing.” Kouga didn’t want to stop whatever was happening, but he did like teasing her. She was adorable when she blushed.
“There won’t be if you don’t wipe that smirk off your face,” Kagome joked, shoving him with her shoulder playfully.
“No promises, but I’ll do my best.”
Kagome smiled up at him before leaning her head on his shoulder. Kouga grinned as he placed an arm around her, feeling his happiness grow as he felt her snuggle into his side.
“This is the probably the best Christmas I ever had,” he told her quietly.
“Definitely top five,” she smiled.
Kagome felt his chest rumble as he laughed and placed a kiss on her forehead. He didn’t know what was happening between them, but he silently said thanks to whatever or whoever made his Christmas wish come true.
Sango and Miroku watched quietly from his room at the end of wall, watching the scene unfold between Kouga and Kagome.
“You begged me to rig Secret Santa so you got Kouga and he would get Kagome. Aren’t you even going to give him his gift?” he asked her.
“I already did.” Sango smiled.
#kogkagweek#prompt 6#holiday/celebration#kogkag#kouga x kagome#koga x kagome#marissa writes#my fanfic
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How about RWBY + JNPR SNOW DAY! A mountain of snow has fallen and they need to get out of the building through windows because the snow has covered the doors! Classes are cancelled and they get to have snowball fights and forts! Bonus if it has arkos
I FORGOT HOW TO WRITE SHORT THINGS. This is pretty much the length of another chapter. Oops. xD Gets a little silly in the middle, so don’t take it too seriously. Thank you for the prompt! :D
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Two surprising things had happened thatmorning. First, was that Jaune was the first one up. He neverwas. It was usually Pyrrha, sometimes Nora. Second, was that when henoticed how cold it was and checked out the window, he saw it hadsnowed. By snowed, he meant it looked like Vale was going to competewith Atlas for most snowfall as the ground was covered. Looking outfor a reference, he saw there had to be at least 3 feet of snowoutside.
They had heardrumors of possible flurries over the night, but they had expectedmaybe an inch if they were lucky, which would have mostly melted bythe morning sun as usual. This was something else all together.Quickly moving to his partner’s bed, he gently shook her shoulder.
“Pyrrha! Quick,look outside!”
Pyrrha’s eyesopened slowly, looking at her partner confused. She was surprised tohave been woken up by him, normally that only happened when out onmissions. For a split second she was tense, preparing for some sortof trouble but judging by his eager, almost childlike expression sheknew it was the opposite.
Curiosity gettingthe better of her, she stood up and moved to the window, rubbing hereyes sleepily. Moving the curtain, she gasped as she saw the fieldsof snow. “Oh my!” She said suddenly, turning to stare at Jaunewith her eyes equally childlike in joy.
Jaune just grinnedhappily. Knowing Pyrrha was from mistral, he knew she hadn’t seen toomuch snow in her life. Where she lived was a lot more temperate, andwhile she had been exposed to it from time to time, never had sheseen such a heavy storm pass through. Jaune was also distinctly awareof how much she loved snow.
“Should we wakethe others?” Pyrrha asked, glancing over at her teammates who werestill sound asleep.
Before Jaune couldanswer however, it seemed team RWBY had decided to answer for them.All four teammates jumped suddenly as their door was kicked open,Ruby coming flying in. “It snowed! It snowed everywhere!” Sheexclaimed eagerly, earning a tired, helpless sort of “why…”look from Ren. Nora however, seemed equally enthused as she explodedout of her bed like a thunderstorm, rushing over to the window to seefor herself.
“Snow! Ren look!”She cried out eagerly.
Yang just walkedinto the room, already dressed for playing in the snow.
Leaning slightly,Pyrrha could see a very upset looking Weiss still in her pajamas asshe yawned, not too thrilled about being woken up so early, or aboutseeing snow. No, she had seen more than enough of that for herlifetime.
“I think theycould have discovered it on their own.” Blake said softly, a littlemore awake than Weiss, and much less grumpy.
“It seems classeshave been canceled.” Ren said patiently.
7 Pairs ofsurprised eyes turned to him, with a chorus of “WHAT!?”
Ren just held uphis scroll. “We all received a message. The difficulty of operatingdue to the snowfall means Ozpin has canceled classes today.” Hecalmly explained.
Everyone looked ateach other, suddenly much more excited for the day than they alreadywere.
Deciding to meet upin half an hour, they all fled to their rooms, quickly changing intoclothing more appropriate for the weather. Meeting at the door to thefront of the dorms, they all grinned. Throwing up her arms, Ruby leadthe charge.
“Let’s go!!!”She exclaimed cheerfully as she ran forward through the doors.
Except the doorsdidn’t budge. Slamming her face into the glass, she stumbledbackwards, rubbing her nose. “Ow…”
Peering out thewindow, Blake noticed just how packed the snow was. “Looks like wearen’t leaving through the front door.
Nora thought for amoment before grinning. “New plan! Follow me!” She said eagerlyas she grabbed Jaune by the collar, dragging him up to team RWBY’sroom.
Soon they were allstanding near the window, peering out it curiously.
“We’re gonnajump.”
Ruby and Yang justcheered, happy with the solution. Blake and Ren both sighed, as Weissjust put her head in her hands. Pyrrha put a comforting hand onJaune’s shoulder, already seeing the panic on his face. He wasn’texactly a fan of landing strategies after the initiation.
Nora moved to giveJaune a friendly push, but Pyrrha pulled him away, shooting a sternglare at her overly excited teammate. She knew Nora would never doanything to hurt Jaune, but it was better not to play around withheights.
“Without ourweapons it might be a little more difficult.” She offered.
“There’s treesdown there.” Yang offered with a shrug.
Weiss just shookher head. “Move.” She said before walking over to the window.Holding out her hand, she focused. Three glyphs appeared in the air,forming a sort of make shift staircase. “Now hurry up.” She said,gritting her teeth.
The rest of teamRWBY quickly hopped onto the first one before they began to hopetheir way down.
Nora and Ren werenext, though Nora merely hopped off the top one, crashing through thetrees as she took the quick way down.
Pyrrha just shookher head, smiling softly as she climbed out on the first one,patiently waiting for Jaune. Encouraging him a bit, they managed tomake it to the bottom one. She hopped off it, landing on the snowbelow as she looked up. As Jaune was about to jump, the glyphflickered and disappeared.
“Jaune!” Shecalled out worriedly, preparing to scramble to find a way to catchhim.
To her surprisethough, Jaune managed to land on a branch safely.
Jaune stood up,laughing slightly at his own move. “I’m oka-” The frozen branchsnapped under his weight, sending him crashing to the ground, as apile of snow dropped onto him.
“Jaune!” Pyrrharepeated worriedly, fighting back a slight chuckle. He certainly wasimproving, but that didn’t do much for his bad luck.
Crouching down, sheshot a glare over her shoulder at Nora and Ruby who were laughing.Yang seemed to be chuckling but Blake hit her in the side playfully,a small smirk on her own face. Reaching out, she helped Jaune standup, brushing some of the snow off of him. “You landed on the branchvery nicely.”
Jaune just smiled,awkwardly laughing as he scratched the back of his head.
There was afamiliar sound, and soon they saw Weiss quickly hopping from smallerglyphs, landing gracefully on the snow. She quickly made her way overto Jaune, looking just over his shoulder. “I… I’m sorry. Ipromise you that was not intentional.” She said quickly, unable tomeet his eye. It was the honest truth, but she didn’t exactly enjoyapologizing. Especially when it was due to her own inadequacy.Managing large glyphs was just a bit of a… struggle for her.
Jaune just laughednervously. “Uh… no! It’s okay. I understand.” he offerednervously. He hoped it wasn’t intentional, but he couldn’t bepositive.
Pyrrha raised aneyebrow at Weiss’s apology, a bit skeptical but trusting her. Despitehow the white haired heiress would treat her partner at times, sheknew she didn’t actually dislike him. She just hadn’t been too fondof his advanced before the dance. Not that Pyrrha could say shedisagreed, but perhaps for a different reason.
Not one to dwell ona bad situation, Jaune laughed nervously and pointed. “Look!” Hesaid, gesturing to the rest of their teammates where they werecurrently beginning to build snowmen.
Yang and Blake werecalmly building one off on their own, while Ruby was still too busymaking a snow angel. Nora however, seemed to have an agenda. She wasrolling up a ball of snow, but it had quickly surpassed her heightand soon Ren was helping her push. She was taking quite a bit of thesnow in the field to form what Pyrrha could only assume to be thebase of her behemoth of a snowman.
Weiss scoffed.“Ruby! You need to compact the base tighter, haven’t you made asnowman before?” She said indignantly. If they were going to bemaking a snowman, it was her duty as a teammate to ensure they did itthe proper way.
Glancing over atPyrrha, Jaune saw her eyes light up in expectation. Clearly anotherthing Pyrrha wanted to do. Jaune figured Pyrrha may have made onebefore in her life, but he knew she wouldn’t have had the opportunityto do so with a large group of friends. Reaching out and taking hergloved hand, he quickly began to lead her towards the group, wadingthrough the sea of snow.
Looking down at herhand, Pyrrha was suddenly grateful the cold that flushed her cheeks,hiding her blush.
Wading over alittle off to the side, where Nora’s snow boulder hadn’t reached yet,Jaune turned to Pyrrha. “Here will do.” He offered, gesturingwith both arms to the vast field of untouched snow.
Pyrrha just staredout at it. “I… uh…” She struggled, feeling a bit silly tojust start building one.
Sensing herhesitation, Jaune just shrugged. “I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Soon Jaune wascompacting a snowball to form the base of a snowman, grinning when hesaw Pyrrha begin to do the same.
Arkos was lost intheir own little world as they made a pair of snowmen, side by side.
Leaving for amoment, Jaune returned with a bundle of sticks and some rocks he hadscavenged from the nearby trees. “Now for the limbs…”
Pyrrha had lookedup curiously, seeing Ruby walking in an odd pattern around theperimeter of where Jaune and herself were currently working, butshrugged it off as she began to give her snowman some more details.
Biting his lip,Jaune tried to avoid teasing Pyrrha on how her tongue was stickingout slightly as she worked, clearly way too focused on the task athand. Before long the pair of snowmen were standing side by side,their stick hands interlocked as they stared gazing out over beacon.
Jaune and Pyrrhastepped back, looking over their handy work. “Now they’re partners,just like us.” He said proudly.
Pyrrha nodded,pulling up her scarf slightly, mumbling something about being morethan partners under her breath.
“Hey! Love birds!Turn around!” Yang called, waving a hand.
Both of themblushed as they turned around suddenly, upset and confused at Yang’ssudden taunt. What surprised them more was seeing Blake standing nearthe top of a tree with her scroll trained of them. After a moment sheflashed a thumbs up before quickly scampering her way down the tree.
Jaune and Pyrrhamade their way over to the group, curious about what they had missedwhile they were constructing their snow partners.
Yang, Ruby, andNora were all cracking up as they looked at Blake’s scroll.
Blake stepped back,hiding her scroll from Jaune and Pyrrha, until it suddenly glowedblack and zoomed out of her hand and into Pyrrha’s glowing one.“Cheater.” She mumbled in defeat.
Looking at it insurprise, Jaune and Pyrrha both blushed as she threw the scroll backat Blake.
“Blake!” Sheexclaimed, earning more laughs from the crew.
Blake raised herhands in innocence. “Yang made me do it.”
Yang just grinned,shooting Pyrrha a thumbs up.
Pyrrha just sighed,blushing as she dropped her head into her hands. Glancing sideways,she saw Jaune looking up and away, still sporting a blush of his own.
On the scroll hadbeen a picture of the two them standing in front of their snowmen.But they were in the center of a giant heart that Ruby had carvedinto the snow around them.
Yang just continuedto cackle, until she was met with a snowball hitting her face. Wipingthe snow off, her eyes narrowed as she glared at her sister who wascackling.
“You let yourguard down.”
“Oh it’s on.”Yang said, as she reached down and grabbed a snowball.
“You guys are sochildish. I ca-” Weiss as cut off as a snowball exploded in herface. Everyone turned to Ruby, but Ruby just whined. “It wasn’tme!” Their eyes shifted over slightly, seeing Blake whistling asshe looked off into the distance.
“This ishappening!” Nora said as all hell broke loose.
Soon Jaune yelpedas he was ducking and diving as he hid behind a tree as the rest ofthem started pelting each other with snowballs. That continued for aminute until Pyrrha noticed her partner was abstaining from the funrather than just taking cover. Frowning, she quickly made her wayover to him, leaning over curiously. “Jaune? Is everythingalright?”
Jaune chucklednervously yet again. “I think it might be better if I don’tparticipate.”
Pyrrha frowned. Shewas having the time of her life experiencing this snow day with herfriends, and she certainly didn’t want to do so without her partner.“Are you sure? We’d all love to have you join us. I’m sure you’llbe fi…” She started, figuring this might be tied into his nerveswhen it comes to actual combat.
Jaune shook hishead. “I mean it might be better for you guys.”
Pyrrha quirked aneyebrow, caught off guard. She knew Jaune pretty well. She had seenhim happy, doubtful, sad, fearful, even faking confidence whenattempting to flirt. But this level of confidence was new for him.“I…” She tried to come up with a response, entirely disarmed byhis unexpected response.
Offering her a shysmile, Jaune opened his mouth to speak when a snowball exploded inhis face.
“Jaune! Youcannot hide from me!” Nora exclaimed, posing triumphantly.
Jaune brushed theshow off his face, and Pyrrha stepped back at the expression in hiseyes. She had seen it before, but only when he was facing Grimm withhis back against a wall. It was the look of someone ready for battle.
Reaching down, heslowly made a snowball. He glanced over at Pyrrha. “I warned youguys.”
Nora laughed againas she saw her friend step out from behind the tree. Her plan to gethim to join in had worked. She was about to speak again when asnowball collided with her stomach like a bullet. Her eyes widened,but before she could react another one met her face.
Everyone’s jawdropped as Nora dropped in the snow. Their eyes shifted to Jaune, whowas standing there. Pyrrha could practically see his aura from theintensity he was showing. Suddenly their playful game seemed a lotmore intense.
“Lucky shot!”Ruby called out as she charged towards Jaune. Jaune merely met hercharge, running towards her as well. Ruby threw one, but Jaune dodgedto the side before pelting her with one as they passed each other.
She stumbled a fewsteps before dramatically falling to the ground. “Ugh! He got me!”
“Ruby! How dareyou! That was my sister!” Yang called out as she rushed forward.
Jaune threw twomore but Yang punched each of them as she scooped one up and launchedit at Jaune.
Leaning back, Jaunebarely managed to dodge it as he stood up with a fresh snowball,nailing the surprise Yang in the face with it causing her to stumbleback into a snowbank.
Soon Ren and Blakewere running circles around Jaune, staying on the move. Jaune triedto throw one at Ren, but he would miss and have to dodge aretaliation from Blake.
Taking a deepbreath, Jaune was patient.
Jaune sprinted tothe side, and as he expected Blake had launched another snowball.Diving to the ground, it whizzed past his head and exploded into Ren,sending him back into the snow. Jaune quickly launched one at Blake,who used her semblance to disappear. What she wasn’t expecting wasthe follow up one that hit her just as she landed.
Pyrrha backed upnervously, watching in awe as her partner battled.
Standing acrossfrom him Weiss, scoffed. “You are pretty decent for someone notfrom Atlas. But I wont lose!” She exclaimed as she stretched herhand out, causing a glyph to appear before the snow erupted as aflurry of flakes obscured the area.
Pyrrha hid behind atree as snowballs went soaring out of the cloud.
Finally the flurrydied down as Weiss was standing there smugly.
Jaune was stillstanding, but out of breath. It was clear Weiss had the upper hand.Holding two snowballs, Jaune pelted one towards Weiss, who merelystepped to the side as it whizzed past her. Her eyes snapped up asshe saw the second snowball head high into the air.
Realizing hermistake, she barely had time to look down as Jaune’s snowballexploded into her chest. Her hands flew up as she fell backwards,closing her eyes. She had failed Atlas.
Pyrrha clapped herhands happily. “That was very impressive… Jaune? Jaune?” Shebacked up, seeing him form two more snowballs as he approached her.His eyes seemed distant as he looked at with her an almost apologeticlook.
Pyrrha backed upfurther, as she formed two snowballs. It seemed the battle wasn’tover yet. She threw one, but Jaune’s shot past it, whizzing rightnext to her head making her eyes widen. She couldn’t take it easierlike she was used to with training. He was certainly improving, butshe still had the advantage. But that was with weapons. With compactsnow, it seemed Jaune was far more experienced.
Jaune and Pyrrhatraded throws for a while, and Pyrrha was being pushed back.
Pyrrha wassurprised as Jaune stopped throwing for a moment. She saw him makethree, and Pyrrha raised and eyebrow. He couldn’t hold three verywell. He placed one on his shoe, before looking at her.
Ready, Pyrrha rantowards him holding one with determination.
Jaune threw thefirst one towards her, making her duck. Keeping her eyes on him shewas prepared for the follow-up. Pushing off the ground, she did aflip over the second one. Time seemed to slow as she flipped forward,preparing to counter attack. Her eyes widened in surprise as she sawJaune kicked the snowball up by lifting his foot, as he caught it andpelted it towards her. Pyrrha tried to turn mid air, but the snowballslammed into her side.
Surprised by beinghit by Jaune, she messed up her landing and slid on the ground,collapsing.
Jaune just stoodthere, breathing slowly. “War… war never changes.”
Seeing Pyrrha onthe ground, he ran over offering her a hand up.
Pyrrha just lookedup at him, a little in awe. “You won.”
Jaune chucklednervously, his more innocent look returning to his eyes. “Uhyeah…”
“Where did youlearn to fight like that?” Pyrrha asked, taking his hand andstanding up.
Scratching the backof his head, he looked away. “Let’s just say growing up with somany sisters brings it’s own challenges. Snowball fights… aren’tpretty at my house. Especially when my sisters enjoy teaming up.”
Pyrrha noddedgrimly, realizing the tough childhood he must have had. He hadn’tlearned to be good at snowball fights for fun, but rather as a meansof survival. Her eyes widened as she was about to warn Jaune but itwas too late.
Soon Yang walked upbehind Jaune, with Ruby on her shoulders as they dropped a massivepile of snow on Jaune’s head, collapsing him into a heap on theground. “Revenge!” They called out.
Pyrrha knelt down,prepared to help him when she saw his blond head pop out of the pileof snow like a gopher, pouting.
Pyrrha brushed someof the snow off his head, chuckling slightly. “Looks like thisfight isn’t over. Let’s work together this time.” She helped himup, and saw Nora and Ren making a fort in the snow.
Soon every pair ofteammates were making their own forts as the snowball fight wasrenewed with vigor.
Before longhowever, all the students found themselves shivering in the cold, andstomachs protesting having skipped breakfast. Calling a truce, theyall made their way to get some warm lunch in the cafeteria. Theyweren’t really willing to let their snow day end there though.
It took someconvincing to drag along Weiss, who was used to snow, and Blake, whojust wanted to curl up and read indoors, but they were all on theirway to town, using this chance to see the peaceful town covered insnow, and maybe get some shopping done.
They had all walkedthere together, huddled closer together to keep warm. The first twoto veer off were Yang and Blake, Blake practically dragging Yang intoa bookstore as compensation for getting dragged out of the dorm.
Soon it was justJaune and Pyrrha as they had passed a sweet shop. Ruby dragged Weissin after smelling cookies and Nora had dragged Ren in after seeingthe advertisement for the new Maple Bars. Jaune had offered to go inif Pyrrha wanted to try something, but she had shook her head,instead mentioning wanting something hot to drink.
So here they were,walking down the street huddled close together as they made their wayto their favorite cafe in the city. It had started to snow again,causing Pyrrha to look up in awe.
“It’s sobeautiful.” She muttered appreciatively.
Looking up, Jaunegrinned. “I agree.”
Letting out a sighof content, Pyrrha could be more at peace than at this moment. “Iwish this day could last forever.”
Jaune just smiled.“I wish so too.”
The rest of theirwalk had been in blissful silence as they finally arrived at theshop. Dutifully holding open the door, he bowed slightly as Pyrrhaentered, causing her to giggle at his over the top antics. “Wellthank you.” She said.
Jaune just laughedand followed her in, rubbing his gloves together hoping to cause somefriction to warm up his frozen gloves at this point.
As one mightexpect, there was quite a line in the little coffee shop. Lookingover, Jaune was about to offer to go somewhere else with Pyrrha, butjudging by her content smile she would be fine waiting. Jaune alsohad to admit the heated room certainly did beat the cold at thismoment.
Their conversationhad lulled a bit as they waited, suddenly finding themselves void oftopics.
Still, Jaunecouldn’t help but notice Pyrrha seemed to be staring intently at theboard. This had caused Jaune to cock an eyebrow. “Pyrrha?”
“Hm?” Sheinquired half-hearted, still staring intently at something.
Jaune frowned,trying to follow her gaze. They had been going to this shop onoccasion for a few months now, and Pyrrha always got the same thing.She rarely even looked at the menu. Scanning the board, Jaune finallyfound the culprit. The snow day special was a Cinnamon CaramelFrappucino. Jaune could practically hear Pyrrha’s sweet toothsounding the sirens in her head. He had to admit he found itadorable.
Soon enough it wastheir turn. He let Pyrrha walk up first. She seemed to be debatingintensely about what to pick. Leaning over Jaune quickly whispered.“Go for it.” Her eyes widened, but she suddenly blurted out.
“Large CinnamonCaramel Frappucino please.” She said with an almost scandalous lookon her face. Jaune knew Pyrrha was usually pretty careful about whatshe ate and drank, working hard to stay at peak physical condition.Treating herself never seemed to be an easy choice for her, but heknew she certainly deserved it.
He tapped hershoulder suddenly. “Pyrrha, you dropped your scroll.” He said,pointing behind her.
Pyrrha turnedaround surprised, looking for her scroll as her hand flew to herpockets.
Jaune quicklystepped up. “Large Hot Chocolate. This is for both of them.” Hetold the confused cashier quickly, handing her his money.
She understoodafter a moment, before grinning and nodding, quickly going throughthe transaction.
By the time Pyrrharealized that she in fact still had her scroll, it had only taken hera moment to realize what Jaune had been playing at. She was too slowto stop it though as the cashier had already handed Jaune his change.Pouting, she moved off to the side to wait for her drink.
Jaune couldn’t helpbut chuckle at seeing his partner pout.
Pyrrha glared athim for just a moment before letting out a sigh. She couldn’t be madat him, especially when the action in question had been so sweet.Secretly, she had to admit that she enjoyed being pampered by Jauneevery once in a while mostly because she knew his actions came fromhis heart, not a sense of praise.
Pyrrha stood therein defiant gratitude, while Jaune stood there a little proud.
Before long Jaune’sname was called and they both grabbed their drinks before moving offto a seat on the side. Jaune sipped his hot chocolate happily as heglanced over at Pyrrha. She was staring at her drink intently, as ifshe had just received a gift from heaven.
Taking her firstsip, her eyes closed in pure bliss.
Jaune just chuckledat his partner’s antics, she was fun to be around as always. Theywere both quiet as they enjoyed their drink, aside from the suddenrumbling of Jaune’s stomach.
Raising an eyebrowPyrrha looked at him curiously. Silently she stood up and movedtowards the line.
Jaune was about toget up as well but a raised hand and a stern glare from Pyrrha hadhim sitting down again, confused and curious.
Before he had foundhis answer though. Pyrrha returned, setting down a pair of chocolatecroissant for them. Jaune was surprised, but quickly took a bite ofhis. It melted in his mouth and he ascended into bliss. He wasn’teven aware of how bad he wanted one of these, but sure enough hispartner knew him better than he knew himself.
It was Pyrrha’sturn to giggle as she found her partner adorable as he ate the snackquickly, feeling slightly triumphant she had gotten her revenge forhim buying their drinks.
Before long thoughthey had finished their drinks, and the croissants were long gone.They braved their way back through the cold, seeing the snow gentlyfalling around them. It felt peaceful yet again.
Seeing Jaune shiverslightly, she frowned. She had brought a scarf and a thicker coat,but Jaune hadn’t planned as well for being out so long in the snow.
Walking a littlecloser, she wrapped her arms around his as she leaned into him.“Don’t want you to get a cold.” She offered with a faint blush.
Jaune turned beetred but nodded. “Good idea.” He muttered, leaning his headagainst hers for a moment.
They continued downthe streets like this for a while, until they saw the rest of theirfriends approaching. Pyrrha reluctantly, but quickly let go ofJaune’s arm. If just to avoid the storm of teasing that would ensuefrom Yang.
That didn’t saveher completely as she light-heartedly teased them about returningalone.
Soon though, allthe students had had enough of the cold for one day. They quicklyfled back to Beacon. After having their fill of a piping hot stew theschool had prepared to warm up all the cold students who found theirway back home, they all headed over to one of the dorm’s living room.Ren and Blake had brought in hot chocolate while Ruby and Pyrrha hadpopped some popcorn for both teams.
Some relocation andliberation of pillows and chairs later and they were all settled in.They had decided to watch a movie and both teams got comfy. In one ofthe large chairs, Blake and Yang were both curled up under a blanket,watching happily. On the couch Nora was all but in Ren’s lap as theytook up one half of it, on the other half sat a giddy Ruby and aWeiss who still seemed a bit uncomfortable about how casual and closeeveryone was being. Though, she hadn’t offered any protest aseveryone got situated.
Jaune and Pyrrhawere situated on the other chair. Jaune had offered to take the floorbut Pyrrha had insisted there was enough room. They were sharing ablanket as they both clutched their mugs of hot chocolate close tothemselves.
Pyrrha let out ayawn, the pleasantness of the atmosphere making her relax as sheleaned her head on Jaune’s shoulder.
Jaune froze a bitbefore relaxing and letting his rest on hers.
Yang had been aboutto say something but Blake elbowed her in the side, mutteringsomething about letting them have the moment.
Yang just let out acontent smile at them, and went back to watching the movie. Aftersneaking a picture of course.
As the group ofteens watched the film, they failed to notice the message that thestorm wouldn’t be passing and that school would have been canceledagain the next day. But not a complaint would be heard from thegroup.
After all, in theiropinion, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
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Thank you for the prompt and thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this, this was honestly a blast to write. Also REALLY gave me the craving for chocolate croissants. I need to hunt one down tomorrow… I’ll be trying to get to the rest of the prompts soon! I have ideas for most of them, just a matter of finding the time to sit down.
#rwby#arkos#Team RWBY#team jnpr#Jaune Arc#pyrrha nikos#lie ren#nora valkyrie#ruby rose#weiss schnee#Blake Belladonna#yang xiao long#Weiss is done with snow#Blake just wants to read#Nora is a bat outta hell#Yang is just a happy momma bear#Ruby doesn't see a difference between snow and crack cocain#Pyrrha loves the only thing as pure as her apperently#Jaune's childhood was a frozen hell when it snowed#Ren just wanted to sleep#Ozpin could have had classses#But took a lesson from Dumbledore and his school of fuck it.#I like these kids#Rules are just suggestions anyway#I have a cane#fight me
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The overlooked anniversary
If the pilot took place in 2009, this would be Sherlock and John’s 8th anniversary from the day they met and, in this headcannon, fell in love.
As the years go by, the explosions of passion and thrill evolve into a love that’s deeply woven, utterly familiar, a comfortable routine. It’s natural that anniversaries slip their minds in the fray of work (especially The Work).
I adore the sparky first-time fics, but for their 8th anniversary, I want to celebrate the simple tenderness of their weathered relationship. Yesterday’s silly headcannon led me here. I hope you enjoy it.
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It’s freezing. John crams his numb hands deeper into his pockets as he tramps along several paces behind Sherlock, the distance between them growing. He’d like to appreciate the beauty of the forest they’re wandering through. They’d even startled a herd of deer some time back, though Sherlock had hardly noticed. John’s feeling useless and it bruises his mood.
The day had started slow, just the comfort of tea and papers by the fire. And then there had been Lestrade’s text that jolted them from the flat to chase a lead, their adrenaline surging as they raced. The lead had sputtered out, but an unexpected turn had sent them all the way to Richmond Park to track… not the suspect, but the frozen, three-day-old footprints that could crack the murderer’s alibi.
At first, John tried to be helpful and make some sense of it, but frankly the tracks all look alike to him. They’ve been at this for hours and the thrill of the chase has sputtered out. Sherlock is absorbed and hasn’t said a word to him for ages. The sun’s about to set and he seems no closer to cracking the code. What a wasted day. If he’d thought to grab some gloves on his way out the door, maybe John wouldn’t feel so sour. He wishes he hadn’t realized what day it is. Just makes it worse.
It had taken him by surprise. They had been in the cab chasing their lead, John on his mobile looking up train schedules as Sherlock fired questions at the air. As John studied the day’s trains he’d noticed the date. January 29th. Their 8th anniversary. He’d grinned to himself. Here they were all these years later, still caught up in the chase together. He’d reached across the seat and given Sherlock’s thigh a gentle squeeze. Sherlock hadn’t even slowed his soliloquy of speculation, just scooched closer to him the seat, brushing a fast kiss on the corner of his mouth, his eyes sparking. John didn’t bring it up. He didn’t care that they’d forgotten. Sherlock was so beautiful when he was like this, shining, and he’d gazed at him quietly between the google searches.
John’s feet suddenly slide out from under him and he hits the frozen ground hard. Cursing, he picks himself up. It’s the fourth time he’s fallen. This is ridiculous. It’s been snowing and melting and freezing for days, so there’s a hard, slick layer of snow on the path. The chaos of frozen footprints and a thousand hoof-prints are a perfect puzzle that has Sherlock riveted. He’s been following one particular boot tread through the whole trodden mess.
John’s still lagging behind, distracting himself with ironic titles for this case’s blog… Stalking the Deer (Too Bad We Forgot the Deerstalker). The Hunt for the Frozen Feet. How to Track a Baddie and Freeze Your Bullocks Off… when he stumbles into Sherlock. John hadn’t noticed he’d stopped to study a footprint, crouched low with his magnifying lens. They both let out little surprised yells as John trips over him, right at the edge of a slope, and instinctively grabs Sherlock’s coat which only drags him down with him. They both slide down the slope, skidding faster and faster over the glassy surface.
John clings to Sherlock’s coat, trying desperately to slow their slide. There’s a skuffle as they flail, trying to stop, but they’re going too fast. A few trees blur by, but they’re out of reach. John digs his boots into the ice and only succeeds in spinning their slide headfirst. Sherlock crows a protest, but John starts laughing and hooting. It’s actually brilliant. He’s vaulted back in time to childhood and the simple thrill of a reckless slide.
They finally lose momentum. Sherlock struggles to stand on the icy crust, falls, tries again, falls. Cursing, irritated, he crosses his arms where he lays sprawled on his back and snaps at the darkening sky.
“What a waste! It’ll take ages to find that track again.” Sherlock scowls over at John who is laughing hysterically, uncontrollably, cheeks pinked with cold. With a careful effort, Sherlock rights himself and skids cautiously over to John, offering his hand.
Still giggling, John rolls, tries to pull himself up with Sherlock’s help, only to drag him down onto him in a warm, ungainly pile. John wheezes with breathless hysterics and Sherlock’s mood finally begins to thaw, his smile twitching mischievously as he looks down at John, faces pressed close, breath puffing in the cold air. He grips either side of John’s face, pushes their noses together.
“John. John? We are hunting a murderer. Do try to pull yourself together.”
“Sorry,” John finally gasps through his laughter, “I’m so, so sorry–” but he’s stuck in uncontrollable giggle-wheezing. Sherlock watches his hysterics with fond amusement, shakes his head and kisses his temple.
“Shhhh, shh. Get your breath back before I have to resuscitate you,”
John sucks in ragged breaths, hiccuping small giggles, and harrumphs himself calm. He stares up at Sherlock very seriously.
“And what if I wanted to be resuscitated, hm?”
“You only had to ask, you needn’t have knocked me off a cliff to get my attention,” and he bites John’s lower lip very softly. A bubble of laughter spills from John and he’s lost it again, Sherlock grinning and kissing him right through his laughter. “How insensitive of me,” he says between kisses and John’s giggles, “neglecting my beautiful boswell.”
Sherlock grins and slides his hands under John’s coat, under his cardigan, under his plaid, and John groans happily to feel the warmth on his skin, but Sherlock hisses. His brow knits, voice low and concerned. “John you’re frozen.” His caresses turn more clinical as he tries to rub warmth into John’s cold skin. “Come on, let’s get you off the ice. We’ve got to get you home and warm immediately.”
John can’t tell if it’s the afterglow of his giggle-fit, the burst of sudden affection, or the relief of getting out of this frozen wasteland, but he feels buoyant as they begin to crawl their way back up the slope. Sherlock kicks through the ice with the toes of his shoes to make footholds for John, keeps looking back to check on his progress. The sudden turn to gallantry is adorable. John muses that the only thing that can ever pull Sherlock from a puzzle is his concern for him. Even the thought is warming. Should’ve knocked him over hours ago, he muses.
John lets Sherlock fuss over him in the cab, pulling him against his chest, folding his arms around him, cupping his cold fingers in his large warm hands and breathing over them.
“Mm, almost forgot,” John hums, eyes closed. “Happy anniversary, love.” He feels Sherlock stiffen beneath him. His voice is pained.
“John! I’m so sorry. God, I forgot. It’s just, the case, and–“
John smiles, bringing Sherlock’s fingers to his lips.
“Relax, I forgot, too til I saw the train schedule.”
“Do you, I dunno, want to go to Angelo’s or something?”
“Nah, I’m knackered. Let’s just go home.” Sherlock nuzzles the top of his head quietly.
An hour later, John finds himself stewing in the bath Sherlock’s drawn for him. He’s feeling very content and very sleepy. Sherlock sits on the edge of the tub in his dressing gown explaining his footprint deductions. He looks down at John’s half-lidded eyes and says a little peevishly, “You’re half asleep, you’re not even listening.”
“Am so,” John mumbles, “said you wanted to get in this tub with me.”
“No I didn’t, I–”
John immediately comes to life. He pulls him into the water, dressing gown and all, hot water sluicing over the sides, Sherlock protesting through his shocked laugh as he flops into his lap.
“John! Really! You could have just asked!”
John smiles wolfishly as he pulls off the sodden dressing gown, nibbling the skin he uncovers.
“True. But I discovered today that taking you by surprise is much more fun.”
Sherlock’s low laugh rumbles deep in his chest as he squeezes next to him in the tub, folding his legs under John’s knees and settling his head on John’s chest above the water line with a contented hum. John, perfectly warm, perfectly home, runs his fingers lightly over Sherlock’s skin, breathes in the steam and thinks, There, that wasn’t such a wasted day after all, now was it.
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@currently-in-my-mind-palace, I hope this bit of tender fluff brightens your day a tiny bit
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It began to grow cold sooner this year. By the time it was the last week of October, it was already snowing and the ponds and lakes were frozen to the core. Which made me thrilled considering That ever since I was a little girl, I loved ice skating. Quidditch had begun as well, and for the past month we had been working our asses off to ensure that we beat Slytherin, considering they were our biggest rival.57
I stood at the edge of the pond, staring down at the solid white hue with a tint of blur, that was before me. My heart raced with eagerness, something about gliding across the ice just felt so freeing. I looked down at my skates to make sure they were tight enough and then lunged myself onto the ice. I skated faster and faster and twirled in several small spins. I felt my long hair flow to the back of my shoulders, as it chased after me within the wind and I finally felt so much stress and tension release from my body. The glistening ice was the most beautiful thing I've seen in months.18
As I came down from my first attempt at a triple axel, I spun for another time, nearly crashing to the ground, but catching myself with my hand, and gliding into a standing position, it didn't take long for me to notice a face gazing from the distance, leaning against a pine tree. As I squinted my eyes, skating forward toward the bank of the shore, with hard concentration, I soon realized it was Draco. He stared at me in an awkward manner, and immediately that stress and tension I had let go, came flooding back in. My break from reality was clearly over with interruption. This lasted a while before I decided to turn around and skate the opposite way. But his eyes burnt a hole into my back, as I continued to feel as though he still had been staring over at me.19
Finally, when I skated back to land, I held up my towel, drying my face of sweat and chipped ice which had quickly melted into water. I heard the rustle of grass near me, and I removed the towel, locking eyes with him.1
"What do you want, Malfoy?" I asked, picking up my bag, and shoving the towel into it. I continued to walk ahead, with him following close behind.5
"Just came to ask how you're doing." He finally said. It was clear to me, that his father must've forced him to do this. The two of us hadn't really spoken since September, and half of my mission was now completed, as I looked down to my left arm that was covered by long fabric, but I knew what hid beneath that barrier, and so did he.9
"I'm fine." I quickly stated, as he continued to follow me up the path, and back to the Hogwarts castle. He didn't seem to say much after that, so I couldn't quite understand why he was still riding my tail. "Anything more?" I continued, looking back at him. Something had seemed to change within him. He wasn't coming at me with his snarky remarks as he usually did, and if Draco wasn't being a prat, that had to have meant he was up to something. "If not, you're free to go." I dismissed him, really wanting to just be alone right now, as I had still been struggling to come to terms with myself and my newfound identity. He sulked off, quickly, and a part of felt a little guilty for being short tempered with him, but I mean, come on, it's Draco we're talking about here.134
At Quidditch practice, Harry was coming down extra hard on us. Not only that, but apparently while I was out skating, he had convinced Ron that he was drinking Liquid Luck (or its proper name, felix felicis) to help ease his nerves and make him play with confidence, but turns out he didn't actually use the potion, he just used the placebo effect, creating great results.5
But I on the other hand, was feeling extra confident today, even without liquid luck, and I wasn't sure why. But I just had a good feeling about the game today. It made it even better, that we were facing off against Slytherin, and even though Draco quit the team third year, he still went to the matches most of the time, and I just loved watching him look crushed when they lose.2
"You doing okay?" Ron flew next to me on his broom, in question. I looked to him, giving a slight smile.7
"I'm fine. Just lost in thought I guess." I continued to shrug, as I leaned back a little, making myself more comfortable.2
"You nervous?" He called out to me, with a smirk, as if he was mocking me now.11
"No. We'll do good, we always do." I smiled as he returned one back and we made our way to the ground.12
"Good practice everyone! The game starts soon so go eat real quick and then meet back here in 35 minutes." Harry announced to the lot of us. And food sounded really appetizing right now, so Ron, Harry and I decided to hurry to the Great Hall, quickly finding Luna, as she waited for us at our normal spot.2
"Hello everyone." She smiled at us, sweetly.54
"Hey Luna. You coming to the game, I take it?" I joked, as she wore a huge lion headdress that was impossible to spot.59
"Of course." She chirped, happily. She always just gave off this radiance of happiness and love, and it was a welcoming vibe that made anyone feel comfortable just speaking to her. She was a home when you needed one, as she always provided the support you could be lacking from others.78
A snicker from nearby caused us all to look up, as we noticed a couple of Slytherin boys, seeming to be laughing at Luna. At first, I couldn't comprehend what they had been saying, but it was obvious they were not only laughing at her outfit for the match, but her long blonde hair, as well.121
"Do you know you're an asshole, or does it just come naturally to you?" I asked, shouting over to the table across, where they were seated. He glared over at me, realizing he was caught, but obviously not too concerned about it. "I mean like seriously, whatever you two are saying, obviously isn't funny since no one else around you is laughing?" I questioned, as the two boys looked to see I was right.36
"Really, Glona," I heard a voice interupt me and turned to see Malfoy, approaching them. He looked slightly offended considering one of the comments made was clearly about her hair, that part was obvious. "We dont stand for bullies at Hogwarts." Draco continued. I looked to him, first shocked that he would all of a sudden change his whole ideology and beliefs on what is morally alright, until I noticed his slight smirk, and I realized, he had just been making fun of us, even more.153
"Very good, Draco. You are an excellent example of a proper student." We all turned to see Dumbledore greeting us. Draco's face flushed red and I couldn't help but laugh a little. I mean seriously? Draco as a model student? Yeah, right. "I would like everyone to take note on Draco's actions and maybe aspire to stand up to bullies as he does." He then pranced away, with his head held high. Ron, who was containing his laugh, finally let it all out, roaring with laughter. Draco gave a quick uncomfortable look, before stalking off with his friends, shooting one more dirty look our way.159
"Aspire to be like Draco?" Ron laughed even more. "He's the biggest bully in this whole bloody school!" Ron threw a piece of food in his mouth.20
"The best part is, as that the whole Great Hall heard the whole thing happen." Harry commented, before sipping on the pumpkin juice ahead of him. I couldn't help but find myself laughing, as well. It was just the irony of Draco being hailed as an avenger, which clearly crushed his ego a little. "Oh, guys! We have to get to the match!" Harry quickly stated, after looking at his watch for the time.
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Inside Kylie Jenner’s NYC pop-up shop with her most hardcore fans
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“We’re literally just waiting in the cold for hours for makeup we can buy online,” one girl explained to her friend.
I had been waiting a little over an hour in light snowfall to enter Kylie Jenner‘s New York City pop-up shop, but I was nowhere near Lip Kit heaven the line wrapped around two blocks. A security guard told me that the most dedicated of Kylie’s Kings showed up at 5 a.m. for the chance to buy some stuff with her face on it and maybe see her IRL.
Over here at my POPUP making sure it’s PERFECT
A video posted by Kylie (@kyliejenner) on Feb 12, 2017 at 1:09pm PST
Some resilient fans came as early as Saturday, during what I will remind you is the dead of winter, to be at the front of the line. They were rewarded when Kylie herself dropped in the night before the shop’s launch to take selfies advertising the space.
Things weren’t looking great for those among us who waited for the sun to come out before leaving the comfort of our homes. But the second I saw the Kylie Cosmetics-branded, pink drippy doors the very same hue Kendall Jenner paints her walls to suppress her appetite I remembered my destiny to suffer for fame capitalism.
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Wow can’t believe I’m coming to NYC next week to open up my second Pop Up Shop.. DREAMS!!! I’ll see you guys there.. Address: 27 Mercer St. New York City When: 2/13/17 I’ll open the doors at 10am that morning & will be open daily until 9pm! Store will stay there until supplies run out! XOXO ** Yes, we will be open on Valentines Day
A photo posted by Kylie (@kyliejenner) on Feb 8, 2017 at 11:57am PST
A very important element of the dynamic here is that a lot of these girls (it’s mostly girls, though there were a few boys) don’t really care about Kylie Jenner or the Kardashians, and certainly not enough to spend hours standing in melting brown snow to buy her merch. “I like Khloe, though, she’s at least done something with her life,” an NYU student explained to me.
I overheard about a dozen variations of, “Are you mad at me? We can leave if you want, just tell me.”
Others were there partially for themselves, but were also psyched to buy eyeshadow palettes for their friends and sisters.
Fortunately, I was totally alone and didn’t have to deal with other people’s wants and needs.
Keeping Up With the Kardashians and the entire Kardashian-Jenner empire rests, at its heart, on the complex, and ultimately life-affirming relationships between women. That and Olympic-level vanity and consumerism, so it really all ties together.
At 10am.. #kyliejenner #thekylieshop #kyliepopupshop #kyliecosmetics #kylie
A video posted by Nana’s Grandaughter (@elanaofnyc) on Feb 13, 2017 at 10:06am PST
Eventually, the cold became too much for some, and two by two, the line dropped off. But many stuck around even though it was 35 degrees outside and event staff warned us that, even though the shop was supposed to stay open until 9 p.m. and it was just after 11 a.m., we might not even make it inside.
Nevertheless, they persisted. They helped each other out with coffee runs and borrowed gloves, because female friendship is a beautiful thing. We had a short-lived sing along of Justin Bieber and DJ Snake’s “Let Me Love You” to pass the time.
“It’s so cold in the ciiiiitaaaay,” one dude in the crowd sang, improvising the tune as he went along. “So cold! So cold! So cold!” True, but he was no Bieber.
MY TEAM! Can’t BELIEVE the LOVE today!!!!!!!
A video posted by Kylie (@kyliejenner) on Feb 13, 2017 at 9:18am PST
Eventually, a couple hours after Jenner had vowed be on the scene to open the shop, she arrived to a sea of noise as the crowd chanted her name.
From what I gathered from the girls I talked to, the hot ticket items were lip kits and hats. Convinced that frostbite would imminently reach my brain, I seriously considered purchasing the latter as a medical necessity.
New Dad Hats
A photo posted by Official Kylie Jenner Shop (@thekylieshop) on Feb 4, 2017 at 1:34pm PST
The best item is this Kris Jenner tee, though.
Who’s Ready for New Merch?
A photo posted by Official Kylie Jenner Shop (@thekylieshop) on Jan 31, 2017 at 3:01pm PST
Pins, underwear sets, sweatsuits, lighters and jackets are also part of the lineup. A lot of it featured the word THICK and lots of exclamation points, referencing the Tyga and Kanye West collaboration where they both rap about their sexy significant others’ bodies, which certainly isn’t creepy!
Kylie modeled some of the looks with her bestie, Jordyn Woods, which felt way more in line with the vibe of the fans I encountered than the shots of Kylie and Tyga groping each other and wearing her face. It’s fitting that the actual debut happened on Galentine’s Day and not whatever happens the day after Galentine’s day.
A photo posted by Official Kylie Jenner Shop (@thekylieshop) on Feb 4, 2017 at 9:47pm PST
Jenner always makes a point to include one item that flashes a hint of self-awareness, too. Her first round of merch included a tee referencing her mercilessly mocked (I’m guilty myself) but ultimately true prophecy for whatever the hell last year was. “I feel like this year is really about, like, realizing stuff,” she predicted, and was she wrong? If we had only opened our eyes and realized more.
This time around, she’s gloating with a message for all the people that moan about her family being “famous for being famous” and having “no talent.”
Who’s to say you don’t have any TALENT ?
A photo posted by Official Kylie Jenner Shop (@thekylieshop) on Feb 7, 2017 at 10:46am PST
Some customers noted that they were fully aware they’re just paying a markup for the name and comparable items and drugstores would be much cheaper, but the actual product is only one factor in the experience.
But even more thrilling than even a lip kit wall and a momentary glance at Kylie in the flesh is the selfie potential at the shop. Naturally, the Queen of Snapchat has her own location filter for the occasion.
After waiting in the cold since 5am it was worth it . #kyliepopupshop @kyliejenner
A video posted by (@cami.gj) on Feb 13, 2017 at 12:12pm PST
By the time Kylie actually showed up a good nine hours before the shop was set to close, plenty of the items were sold out already, and security was advising those remaining in line to make their peace with the situation and leave empty-handed.
I’m a celebrity merchandise pop-up shop veteran at this point, and I can confidently state that this is the most bonkers one I’ve attended. It makes sense Kylie’s bro-in-law Kanye West changed the game when it comes to limited-edition merchandise. Superstars like Drake and Justin Bieber followed, but couldn’t quite match the Yeezy frenzy. Kylie’s merchandise borrows heavily from the KIMOJI line big sister Kim launched last year, because this family knows what works for them.
The pop-up is scheduled to go online for Valentine’s Day and local Kings can always hope that the shop will restock and chill out a little after first-day frenzy. But if not, Kylie will certainly find new ways to sell you things.
2017 could just be the year of, like, purchasing stuff … and things.
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