#I wonder if Rowan's still scared of heights

[procyonloser]

Lucifer walked a long cobbled road, the heels of his shoes clicking on the stone as he went. The sky was turning to night, and the lanterns had been lit. The hedgerows on the other side of the street seemed to curve inwards towards him, like a bow, or better yet a cage. He wasn't meant to be here, not with the hunts still going.

A raven croaked above him, circling a time or two, before landing on a light post and watching him with intrigue. It had golden eyes, tilting it's head, before croaking once more. In a single blink, it hopped down, and became a man, dressed in black robes. He was a good deal taller than Lucifer was, and seemed to care little about their surroundings.

"Not smart coming here," Adam commented, but Lucifer only kept his gaze forward. "The Hopkins is looking anything off, any reason to send someone to the gallows."

Adam laughed, using his height to stride in front of Lucifer, walking backwards with his hands behind his back, a cheeky look on his face. "You're more off than on, Lucifer - I mean even your name. They'd have you strung before you could spell it."

"I can take care of myself against some second rate Witchfinder general." Lucifer told him flippantly. Hopkins scared him little, there were worse things out there looking for him. "Did you find anything?"

Adam rolled his eyes, waving a hand. "Not a trace of her, but I caught another scent. Lilith."

Lucifer stopped in his tracks. Had she returned to take their daughter? Why? She'd entrusted Charlie's care to him.

"A demoness and a witch in Suffolk... I wonder what the stories will tell in a century or two." Adam mused to himself, ever over dramatic. "If you need to kill her, you know I won't mind."

"But then your contract to her would end, and you'd have to leave me as my familiar. Why would you think I'd let you be free of me?" Lucifer said, and Adam shrugged a shoulder.

"It was worth a try."

Lucifer stretched out his hand, fingertips blackened from years of magic and herbs. "Come now, Adam."

In a flash, he turned back into a raven, flying out to land on Lucifer's hand, before hopping up onto his shoulder. He nipped lightly at Lucifer's cheek, before ruffling his feathers and relaxing. Neither of them knew how long this road would last, but Lucifer wouldn't stop until he found his daughter, and he wouldn't free Adam until that moment. In truth, Adam was the only bit of comfort Lucifer had these days.

He passed by a gate, and looked out onto a hill. Witches by the tens were strung up in the distance, dangling shapes on the gallows built from a cut down Rowan that used to grow there. None of them were actually witches, of course.

But Lucifer was.

"Can we get something to eat soon, I'd fancy a pie." Adam asked, beak clicking. Lucifer reached up to rub the side of his face.

"Soon," Lucifer agreed, not wanting to admit he enjoyed his company.

[pocket-lad]

Grief - Part 3

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“Well I’ll be,” croaked a deep voice.

Rowan froze, afraid to look at its source. The giant was always so loud, so slow. She could hear him coming a mile away, which was why she was so confident in her borrowing. Out of all the places she could have ended up, she considered herself lucky to call this place home. Until today, she guessed.

It made sense. Her luck had to run out eventually, but she never thought today would be that day. That day had to be far in the future.

But the Bean was there. Rowan could feel his presence and she could feel his stare. He hadn’t made a move for her yet, but that could change in the blink of an eye, so she couldn’t just stand there. With the safety of the walls so far away, she couldn’t run either. And despite how hard she tried, she couldn’t think of a third option.

“Where did you come from?” Geoff asked. That was the Bean’s name. Geoff.

Over the course of an eternity, Rowan turned her head to face him, but vastly underestimated his height.

She seemed to realize she was still holding a chunk of a cookie and immediately dropped it to the counter. “You can have it back…I’m sorry.”

Geoff’s eyes widened slightly with the revelation that the small person on his counter could speak. Then he laughed.  “Keep it. I shouldn’t be eating those damn things anyway. In fact…” He made a move to grab the package of Lorna Doone’s and pull out a whole cookie for her, but stopped when she stumbled backward.

“You’re a bit jumpy, aren’t you?” he chuckled. “I won’t hurtcha. Here.” He reached for the package again and ignored her when she moved even further away. The plastic crinkled as he opened it and pulled out a cookie with a suspicious chunk missing. He set it a couple inches away from her.

Rowan yelped and threw her hands over her head as if that would protect her. But when nothing happened, she uncurled to find the rest of the cookie sitting innocently in front of her. She looked incredulously from the cookie to Geoff and back to the cookie again.

“Go on,” he insisted. He noticed the way the cookie was roughly half her size.

Slowly, Rowan inched toward it. She hesitantly lifted up one end and dragged it backward toward the wall, keeping her eyes locked onto Geoff for any sign of deception. She’d abandon the food if she had to. But he just watched her, all the way until she disappeared into the walls.

Geoff hummed to himself, mildly flabbergasted. This was perhaps one of the strangest things that had ever happened to him. It seemed as though he had a tiny person living in his walls, and she was scared beyond belief.  He wondered how long she’d been there. Regardless, he hoped she would come out again. It was about time he found himself a new friend.

Rowan, on the other hand, planned to leave immediately. She was found out. That was that. But there was something holding her back. Not once did Geoff reach for her or threaten her. It was disturbing to have such large eyes tracking her every move, she had to admit, but all he did was watch her. And he let her take the rest of the cookie.

Maybe Rowan would sleep on it. Moving was a big decision - one that shouldn’t be made impulsively. She thought herself unlucky for having been discovered, but perhaps her good luck would continue. Perhaps she found the only nice Bean in the whole world. Perhaps not. Only time would tell.

***

Daisy’s offer shouldn’t have taken Rowan so off-guard, but it did. Her first instinct was to decline and run away. That would mean climbing into the hand of a mostly unknown Bean and trusting that Bean with her whole life. That would mean leaving everything she knew behind.

What did she have left for her here, though? Comfort and stability, maybe? But even then, Rowan was just weighing different unknowns. The unknown of staying, of living with a whole new, potentially dangerous set of people, of risking discovery. Or the unknown of leaving, of traveling vast distances, of trusting Daisy, of uprooting her life.

Maybe going with Daisy was the right option. A terrifying option for sure, but the giant was right. Rowan couldn’t live here without Geoff. It would drive her insane.

Slowly, Rowan edged out of the crack in the wall, keeping her eyes trained on Daisy for any sudden moves. The woman was standing with her chest pushed right up against the mantle, well within grabbing distance. But she stayed still, watching.

“Okay,” Rowan said breathlessly.

Daisy smiled gently. “I’m ready to go. Is there anything you need to pack?”

Rowan shook her head. Everything she held dear was in her bag already. A sentimental part of her thought she should take one last look at the little home she carved out for herself in the walls all those years ago, but another part knew it was just an excuse to delay the inevitable. She’d seen those walls a million times. They would be burned into her memory forever.

Daisy rested her hand at the edge of the shelf and waited expectantly.

Everything in Rowan went cold. It was one thing to say she would go with her, it was another to actually do it. The hand was so big, so alive. It twitched in ways that were probably too small for Daisy to notice and some of its wrinkles were big enough for Rowan to stick her fingers into. The fingers buzzed with an energy that gave the appearance of a trap, like they would snap closed at any second.

“It’s alright,” Daisy said, registering Rowan’s tense posture.

“Please be careful,” Rowan whispered.

“I will.”

Still, she stood for another minute or so, unable to make anything happen. Her feet felt like they were superglued to the wood. But they weren’t, because eventually, one of her feet shuffled forward. And then the other. It was as if Rowan floated over to the hand.

The hand nearly came up to the height of her knees, almost glowing as it reflected the overhead light. There was no turning back now, so Rowan lifted her feet a little higher and stumbled forward onto the palm.

The skin itself was spongy, but the hand felt quite firm underneath her thin shoes. The twitchy fingers felt much more menacing up here, but they did little more than twitch.

Rowan hesitantly looked up at Daisy, who was trying to suppress a smile. The wonder with which the borrower regarded her hand was adorable, and she looked so small. She didn’t know what went on between her dad and the borrower, but she was determined to watch after her. They had to stick together, if only because they were all the other had. They were the only two in the whole world that understood.

“Let’s go,” Daisy said.

Rowan nodded but was only slightly sure Daisy saw it. Regardless, the hand lifted off the ground and Rowan fell to a seat from the quick speed. The world flew by her in a blurry mess of light and color. She desperately wished for something to hold onto, so she clutched her bag to her stomach and closed her eyes. It would have to do.

When the motion stopped, she peeked an eye open. They were at the front door, facing the inside of the home. She felt the rise and fall of Daisy’s chest behind her as she took a deep breath, and she could swear she even heard the air moving in and out of the woman’s lungs. That was…weird.

Rowan ignored it in favor of looking into the empty home. It looked emptier than ever from over here. It held a lot of memories, but those were memories she’d be able to keep in her head. She didn’t need a house to remind her of all the time she spent with Geoff.

“You alright?” Daisy asked.

Rowan only briefly glanced up at Daisy’s face, unnerved by the steep angle with which she had to do so. “Yeah. You?”

“Yeah.”

Daisy turned around, opened the front door, and took a step outside. For the first time in a very long time, Rowan was about to experience a whole new world. And despite the horrible circumstances that led to their departure, she was ready.

[rowantreeart]

#10 for Ve and Rowan, requested by @krazycat6167 HOW DID I NOT THINK OF A SPECIES SWAP EARLIER

[theladyofdeath]

The Perfect Gift {Rowaelin}

Based on a prompt sent in by anonymous.

This has been a hard Christmas for everyone, @snelbz​ and I included, so I apologize for my lack of posts. In years past, Christmas fics have been my favorite to write and post, but this year...I lacked any Christmas spirit, whatsoever. However, as that has been the case for many of us, hopefully these last few holiday fics will give you a little boost of holiday spirit. (;

Written with Shelb, of course.

Rowan got the same gift for Christmas every year: working overtime from the week before Christmas until after the New Year. 

It left him exhausted, hardly able to keep his eyes open as he pulled onto his street. He longed for his apartment, even if he wasn’t sure if he was going to the fridge for a beer or heading straight to bed.

It had been one of those days.

It didn’t help that he had to drive slower, being extra cautious, because of the heavy snowfall. 

He parked in the lot, thankful that there was a spot near the staircase and as he brought the car to a stop, he dragged a hand down his face.

Thankfully, he’d be off tomorrow and would celebrate the holiday with his friends. Before turning right back around to be at work the day after Christmas.

With a yawn, Rowan pulled himself from the car and trudged up the stairs towards his apartment. As he approached, however, he realized he could hear festive music playing from within and he looked up to find a large, and very glittery, wreath hanging on his front door.

He reached for the knob and found it unlocked, which it certainly hadn’t been when he’d left for work this morning.

He slowly pushed it open, and froze.

Aelin Galathynius was up on a stepstool, reaching up high to place a star on the top of a Christmas tree.

It wasn’t his Christmas tree.

Rowan didn’t have a Christmas tree. 

Rowan had zero Christmas decorations, had nothing that resembled the holiday whatsoever. 

Aelin, as she shook her Christmas-pajama-ed ass to the obnoxiously loud Christmas music streaming through his bluetooth speaker, apparently disapproved of that fact.

Rowan cleared his throat, and loudly shut the front door behind him.

She yelped and nearly dropped the sparkling tree topper, but righted herself and turned around to look at him. “Oh. Hey.”

Rowan had to fight off another yawn threatening to take over, but he felt a small delight in unexpectedly seeing his best friend. “What are you doing, Ace?”

“You’re off early,” she said, ignoring his way question and hopping off the stool. She carefully placed the star on the coffee table, which looked like a tiny snowman village. “You don’t usually get off work until, like, ten on Christmas Eve.”

“Lorcan sent me home, said I’d been working too many hours,” he said, leaning against the back of his door.

“Great,” she said, grinning. “Here, go put these on.” She held out a pair of pajama pants, that were identical to the pair she wore.

He blinked at the red and green Christmas trees displayed across the gray, fleece fabric. “Are we really doing this?”

Her mischievous grin deepened. “Oh, most definitely.”

He shook his head, slowly. “You know, I planned on coming home, taking it easy, going to bed early…” He trailed off, taking the pajama bottoms from Aelin, once she shoved them into his chest.

“On Christmas Eve?” Aelin asked, one golden brow raised. She grabbed her phone off the side table and turned the volume down, just a little bit, as some classic, cheesy song played in the background. “You can take it easy, but we’re going to be festive, damn it.”

He sighed, knowing there was no way he was going to win the current argument, and made his way back towards his bedroom. Decorations lined all of the walls and there was some sort of lit up knickknack or garland sitting on every surface of the apartment. He paused and turned back to look at her. “How long have you been here?”

Glancing down at her watch, she said, “I got off work at two-thirty today, like a normal person, so…” She shrugged.

“So two-thirty, then?” He asked, starting his walk back to his room again.

Aelin laughed. “Pretty much.”

Rowan just shook his head as he stumbled into his bedroom. The moment he closed his bedroom door, he stared lovingly at his bed.

His perfect bed.

So comfy, so warm.

With another wide yawn, he kicked off his boots, then his jeans, and slipped on the pajama pants.

He hated to admit just how soft and cozy they really were.

And it didn’t make him want to not climb into bed any less. 

By the time he made it back into the living room, Aelin had forgotten about putting the star on top of the tree and was pulling a tray of gingerbread man cookies out of the oven.

“You need a life,” Rowan announced. “This is…”

“Amazing?” Aelin supplied.

Rowan chuckled. “A bit much.”

She smiled, setting the tray down on the stovetop. “We only get one Christmas a year. Why not make it count?”

He rolled his eyes and turned, finding a festive movie menu on his television, with a pile of blankets on his couch, two mugs of hot chocolate and decorated cookies on the coffee table. He looked back into his room and wondered how he hadn’t noticed his comforter missing from his bed.

“Oh no,” he said, letting his head fall into his hand.

“Oh, yes,” Aelin said, smirking as she moved past him and flopped onto the couch.

“Christmas movies are cheesy,” Rowan muttered.

“Not all of them,” Aelin protested, crossing her arms.

“Yes, all of them, every single one,” he argued.

“You're such a Scrooge,” she teased, picking up her mug of hot chocolate. When she pulled the mug away, she had a thick, whipped cream mustache. 

Rowan couldn’t help his laugh as Aelin’s eyes narrowed. She quickly sucked in her top lip and licked it off, a gesture that made Rowan’s laughter quickly fade.

Rowan and Aelin had been best friends their entire lives. They'd been there for each other through every high and low of their lives, whether that was Aelin graduating top of her class from the University of Terrasen or Rowan’s father leaving just shy of his fourteenth birthday.

Rowan had been in love with her for years.

She had no idea.

“Stop looking at me, asshole,” Aelin muttered, taking another sip from her mug.

Rowan cleared his throat and shook off the moment with a sneaky grin. “If only I had my camera. That would’ve made good future blackmail.”

Aelin rolled. “No need to save blackmail, you already scare every guy I meet away with your looming height and endless broodiness.”

Rowan chuckled. If only she knew. “Alright, Ace. What horrid movie are you forcing me to sit through?”

“A childhood classic,” she said, and pressed play, letting the sound of The Grinch fill the room.

Rowan narrowed his eyes and sat next to her on the couch. “You better be happy Jim Carrey is my favorite actor.”

“Is he?” She asked, with mock surprise. “I had no idea.”

Rowan grabbed a cookie from the plate and bit Santa’s head off. It seemed the best response to Aelin’s sarcasm.

The movie started — Rowan detested movies that spoke in rhyme — and the two settled in to watch. After only a couple of minutes, Rowan was yawning.

“You better not fall asleep,” Aelin said, raising an eyebrow as she looked over at him.

“So bossy,” he said, leaning forward to grab his hot chocolate. He put the mug to his lips and drank. Pausing the movie, he looked over at her. “Is there alcohol in this?”

“You’re asking me if there’s alcohol in it?” Aelin asked, shooting him a grin.

“Of course there is,” he muttered, taking a sip. He could taste a slight hint of rumchata through the cocoa and extensive whipped cream.

Aelin was good at a lot of things.

At the top of the list was a solid mug of hot cocoa.

The titles played, and The Grinch began.

Rowan used to love that movie, back before his father left and Christmas still felt like Christmas.

Aelin had had a hard childhood, too, and Rowan envied her for still loving Christmas. After all those years, she still adored the holiday. Still adored the magic of the day.

Rowan had a much more difficult time getting into the holiday spirit.

That could have been why he chugged the hot chocolate and Aelin was up getting seconds for them both before the titular character was even on screen. That pattern held until an hour later, when Aelin was grabbing a bottle of whiskey out of the freezer, the Rumchata long gone and Rowan was hollering from the living room, voice beginning to slur, “Like, if he doesn’t like Christmas, why doesn’t he just move? I’m sure there’s a community of people somewhere who hate Christmas just as much as he does.” Aelin sniggered as she set down the bottle, but he went on. “And for that fact, the Who’s just need to let the damn man live his life. He’s not hurting anyone up on his mountain.”

“He kind of is,” Aelin argued, closing the fridge and heading back to the living room. “I mean, he scares everyone and makes people miserable on purpose.”

“Yeah, because everyone’s so damn judgmental,” Rowan said, his head falling back against the couch cushions. 

“I shouldn’t be surprised that you love the Grinch so much,” Aelin grinned, falling onto the couch next to him. “Save for being green, you’re practically the same person.” 

“Not true,” Rowan scoffed. “I would never wear the outfit of a German yodeler.” 

Aelin rolled her eyes. “First of all, it’s called a lederhosen. Secondly, you’re so full of shit.” 

Rowan was unable to control his grin. 

“I could see you in lederhosen, by the way,” Aelin continued, sipping from her mug. Rowan followed her lead, the warm sensation of whiskey trailing down his throat.

“I don’t think it’s my style,” he snorted, propping one of his feet onto the coffee table.

“You’d rather wear the table cloth?” Aelin asked, giggling quietly.

“I think that’s more of your style,” he chuckled, tossing back the rest of his mug.

Aelin cocked her head and looked over at him. “Topless, huh? You think that’s my look?”

Rowan began to backpedal. “No, I mean- I just meant it was a skirt.”

Aelin began to howl, Rowan’s cheeks bright red.

“You’re something else, Whitethorn, you know that?” Aelin asked, downing the liquor in her mug.

“In a good way?” Rowan asked.

Aelin looked at him through his side eye and remained silent as she tossed an arm around Rowan’s shoulder. “You’re an interesting man, you know that?”

The alcohol he’d consumed, coupled with the scent of her around him was nearly too much and he was unable to stop his hand from resting on her thigh. “Interesting, huh? Is that a good interesting or a bad interesting?”

Aelin’s own cheeks darkened, but her fingers began to draw small circles into his shoulder. “Good interesting. You’re never boring.”

She lifted her arm off his shoulder, but was glad when his hand didn’t leave her thigh.

“I’ll take interesting,” he went on, even if all he could think about was his hand. His hand that rested on her thigh. Her thigh, which was warm and unmoving. “As long as it’s a compliment.”

Aelin cocked her head to the side, and golden strands fell into her face. “And what do you think of me? Am I interesting?”

“You’re…” His words trailed off as he turned his head to the side and looked into her eyes. Those turquoise and gold eyes that made his knees weak and his heart ache and made him feel like his chest was going to burst. “...dangerous.”

Aelin took a sip of her whiskey, licking the last sip off her lips. “How am I dangerous?”

“First of all, you have no filter,” Rowan said, unable to hide his smile. “You say whatever is on your mind without the consequences.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Aelin asked, brow raised, still fully aware of Rowan’s hand on her thigh. 

“I say it has both its good and bad qualities,” Rowan followed.

Aelin laughed, quietly, then said, “And what else makes me so dangerous?”

“Exactly what you’re doing right now,” he said, taking a deep breath, regretting it immediately when he realized how close to Aelin he was. The smell of her spice and vanilla perfume him and if he would have been standing, he would have fallen to his knees. “You have to have the last word. It’s impossible to win an argument with you.”

“Some people would call that tenacity,” she said, bringing her legs up and tucking them beneath her.

Rowan’s fingers squeezed gently. “Most people would call that stubborn.”

Aelin tossed her head back and laughed and Rowan was powerless to stop himself from leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

As soon as his lips left her skin and he’d realized what he’d done, his eyes went wide.

Aelin only hesitated for a moment before lifting a beautifully sculpted brow. “What was that for?”

“There has to be a reason?” He meant for it to come out as a snarky remark, to match her tone, but it came out nothing more than a whisper.

Aelin slowly shook her head. “No, there doesn’t have to be a reason.”

Rowan took a moment to try and figure out what that statement meant. Was it an invitation? Something cordial to let him know that kissing her cheek was okay? Did it mean that she wanted something more?

The two fell back into silence and as the movie played, Rowan continued to ponder Aelin’s reaction to his kiss. He was just about to clear his throat and apologize when lithe fingers and manicured nails finger-combed through his hair.

He nearly purred.

Rowan leaned into her touch and closed his eyes for a moment, feeling Aelin move closer as well. He didn’t want to do anything to stop her, didn't want to say anything that would result in her stopping the way she was lightly scratching at his scalp, but he also wasn’t completely positive he wasn’t dreaming.

A thousand emotions rushed him, lust nearing the top of the list. He tried not to let it show, but was certain he was failing as his eyes fluttered shut one more time.

“Feel good?” She breathed.

He made a contented noise, somewhere between a moan and a sigh, and settled deeper into the cushions. With a breathy chuckle, she ran her fingers through the front and brushed the stray strands out of his face. He cracked one of his eyes open and looked at her through a heavy lid.

With his pine green gaze on her, Aelin’s cheeks heated. “What?”

He gently shook his head, but continued looking at her, taking her in. “What's on your mind?”

She took a deep, shuddering breath. “Nothing.”

“Liar,” he said, with a grin. 

“Nothing important,” she corrected, her fingers still working their magic.

Rowan watched her for a second before repeating, “Liar.”

“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” She asked, turning the tables on him.

He was quiet for a minute more before he admitted, “I was thinking about how different my night is going than I planned.”

She asked, “Yeah?”

He nodded. “See, I was planning on coming home, downing a beer or two, and passing out.” The smirk he tried to hide broke through. “Instead I find you, dancing around my house, baking cookies and just being all around cheery.”

“Are you complaining?” Aelin asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Not at all,” he replied. “I’m the luckiest guy in Orynth.”

She rolled her eyes, even though her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. “You're full of shit.”

“No, I’m not,” he said, slowly shaking his head. “I mean it.”

Aelin couldn’t hide the smile that grew on her face and when she turned to Rowan, she found a similar smile on his own. The hand in his hair drifted down, a thumb brushing over his cheekbone

“Can I kiss you?” Rowan asked, not letting himself think of the irreparable damage he could be doing on their friendship.

With a smirk, Aelin said, “I thought you already did.”

Rowan hesitated before letting out a breathy laugh. “Well, then can I kiss you agai-.”

Before he could finish, Aelin had leaned toward him, and put her lips on his.

That hand on her though tightened and her other hand framed the side of his face, and Rowan Whitethorn forgot how to breathe as he kissed Aelin.

When they finally pulled apart, both beaming at each other, Rowan wrapped an arm around her and they settled onto the couch.

“I hope you have a pretty good present for me tomorrow,” Aelin said with a grin.

Rowan laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He didn’t bother to tell her that no present would ever compare to this night, she was present enough.

[officialsimppage]

-Settled Down-

If they won't write it i will. Like girl my story line will probably make more sense. I'll set up Spencer with a nice smart girl and two kids a girl and a boy. They live in a cottage with a big backyard where they play everyday. 🥺 Oh my God wait you should write thisnsjajjs. Spencer with a wife and kids and just like the home life. I'm just- I'm just soft right now. 👁️👄👁️ Cat can suck a toe right now. As well as the writers. Hoesss

YES YUA THIS IS AMAZING <3!! I AM CRYING JKBFWPBJHB! Hope yall enjoy teehee <3 baSed oFF seAsOn 14 @yyua69​ @benji-booxx​

I wake up to a hot breath on my neck. As I open my eyes I look around to see me and my husband's bedroom. It’s a bit messy, clothes on the floor, a couple case files stacked, and pictures on the walls. I then look at my swollen belly from being 6 months pregnant. I squint my eyes to see that the sun is already bright and warm. I look over to the nightstand to read the time on the alarm clock. 8:05. Great. I turn around, face my husband and say,

“Good morning handsome,” looking at his facial features. His sharp jaw, his perfect eyebrows, the stubble he's been growing on his face making even more well, attractive. I think about the day I met him. It was a while ago, back when I joined the BAU in 2008. I think of how I was with him when he was infected with anthrax, shot in the leg, when Emily died, when Maeve died. I was with him through it all. 

We never really confessed our love until he was shot in the neck in Texas. We then knew we couldn’t live without each other. We got married right after Kate left. Well sorta before-ish because she came to the wedding. I was with him when he went to prison. That’s when I was pregnant for the second time. I supported him with his recovery. We have been inseparable. Only 5 months ago we decided to settle down. We knew we needed to be more with our family then work. We still go and lecture from time to time, but we mostly stay at home with our family. I then snap out of my thoughts and I look at his beautiful eyes, for them to instantly open up. Revealing his beautiful amber orbs. 

“Good morning my beautiful wife,” Spencer says groggily from just waking up. We lay there just for a second just looking at each other. I then lean in to give him a kiss. It’s soft, but sweet. Apparently it isn't enough for him as he rolls onto me, pecking kisses all over my jaw. 

“Spence! Stop!It’s too early! And you're going to crush the baby!” I say trying to get him off me. He finishes pecking my face and finalizes it with a passionate kiss on my lips. I smile into the kiss calmed at the serenity I have. We are then interrupted by the sound of feet walking towards our bedroom. 

“Good morning Mommy and Daddy!” Our daughter 5 year old Diana says jumping onto our bed. I then see her little brother, Rowan following on his little 2 year old legs. He comes around to my edge of the bed and I lift him up onto the bed. They shake Spencer until he sits up by me.  They are both giggling as they lay in between us, snuggling. I then feel their other sibling being active. 

“Guys come here! Your little sibling is kicking!” I say sitting up. They all rush over to me and put their hands on my belly. I see Rowan just still fumbling around, having no idea what is happening, I then see Diana and Spencer put their hands on my stomach. Once they feel a kick, their faces brighten up. It reminds me of the first time Spencer felt Diana kick. I have never seen him happier. She giggles and says, 

“There's a baby in there!” Looking at Spencer, as if he has never known. 

“I know! Isn’t that crazy? You’ll be able to meet your sibling in 3 months Diana!” Picking her up and putting her on his lap. He then grabs Rowan and puts him on his lap as well. “You want some chocolate chip pancakes?” kissing their little noses softly.

“Please Daddy! We want pancakes!” Diana says jumping off of Spencer and running into the kitchen. He then laughs and walks after her, carrying Rowan. Before he leaves the room he asks,

“Are you coming?” he says while standing at the doorway. I then respond with,

“In a minute, I’m gonna go brush my teeth.” I say heaving myself off of my bed. I slowly waddle towards the bathroom as best as I can with this big baby bump. I get to the bathroom and I look at myself in the mirror. I think about how I never thought my life would be as happy and peaceful as it is. I thought with this job I would be forever lonely. But here I am with a perfect husband, with two perfect children with one more on the way, living in a beautiful cottage in the countryside. It’s everything I could have imagined. 

I walk out into the kitchen to see Rowan on Spencer's back while he flips pancakes over the stove, while Diana stirs the pancake batter right next to them. I walk up to them and say,

“Hey! Whatcha guys doing over here? It smells so good!” I say leaning down to Diana's height, giving her a kiss on her cheek. Then leaning up to kiss Rowan on his back. Diana turns around, looks at me and says, 

“What does it look like were doing? Were making pancakes!” She then turns around and gets back to work stirring the batter. I laugh a little and then say, 

“Ok, Ok girl back off I see you!” leaning in and kissing her ear. She tilts her head trying to get me to stop while giggling. I then walk over to the chairs and watch them cook. It’s so adorable and perfect. 

It’s about 10 minutes later and the pancakes are finally done. I take both of the kids to the table to sit down. I as well sit down as Spencer brings over the pancakes. They both freak out and start tearing them apart right away. Me and Spencer just look at each other's eyes. It's a loving stare, one that says thank you to each other for these wonderful beings. We then focus and laugh to see both of their tiny faces covered in maple syrup. 

After breakfast we decide to spend our day outside. I finish doing the dishes and walk towards our room. As I walk down he hall I see diana get dressed into her play overalls and Spencer helping dress Rowan. I get into our room and I step into the closet. I think about how warm it must be outside so I opt for a nice flowy sundress so I can have a nice breeze. I put it on and turn around and see Spencer standing in the doorway. 

“Jesus Spence, you scared me!” I say putting my hand on my chest. He then shakes his head walks up to me and says, 

“God you're so beautiful.” While stroking my cheek. I then turn my face and kiss his hand. He smiles at me and then kisses me softly. While kissing me, he rests his hand on my belly, feeling our baby. He whispers thank you in my ear and then takes my hand and leads me to the living room where Diana and Rowan are waiting for us. 

“Okay guys, ready to go outside!” I say and in response, they scream and run outside into the large backyard. I laugh at how much energy they have and slowly follow them into the yard with Spencer. 

Spencer and I sit on a blanket in the grass watching the kids play. They chase each other around, they smell flowers, and they stare at the clouds together. As I sit in this peaceful moment, I think about how grateful I am for this opportunity to settle down with Spence. I lean into his shoulder looking at our children play as I rest my hand on my belly, feeling our upcoming baby. I wonder what life would be like if I never joined the BAU. I decide not to think about that and just enjoy this moment in time, treasuring it for the rest of my life.

[rhysismydaddy]

The Bodyguard Pt. 3 (Elorcan)

Remember when I said it was fluffy? Yeah, that’s actually the next part sorry. Part 4 out Friday!

Part 1 | Part 2 

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A cold sweat covered Elide’s body as she held her uncle’s stare. Victory and possessiveness rolled off of him in waves, and he gave her a little smirk, clearly enjoying her fear. 

She looked around the alley, praying Lorcan’s tall frame would come barreling towards them. If she got out of this alive, she’d do whatever he said for the rest of her life and never doubt his word again. 

“Looking for your little bodyguard?” He looked over her body, a glimmer of annoyance in his gaze. “He’s not going to interrupt us. Ever again.”

Oh, gods. Is he dead? Had Vernon-

“I wonder, though. How did you get him to protect you so fearlessly? Staying in his apartment, taking him to work... it’s almost like he’s your lover.” He gave her a wolf’s smile, leaning in to brush his lips over her cheek. “Did you spread your legs for him, Elide?”

She couldn’t breathe couldn’t breathe couldn’t breathe-

Vernon’s hand closed over her hip, the intentional placement making her jump. “Did you forget who you belong to?”

A single tear escaped, and her uncle came close to lick it away. Then he leaned back and grinned, looking every bit like the predator he was. 

Vernon ran a hand through his hair, and the movement made his suit jacket shift, allowing her to glance the glint of a knife tucked into his pants. She kept her gaze on his face, not wanting to give herself away, and tried to calm her breathing. 

“I can assure you, you will not be making that same mistake again.”

Now, the little voice in her head whispered. 

Elide smiled back at Vernon. “You’re right. I won’t.”

Triumph invaded his gaze, but it quickly turned to rage as she pushed him off and grabbed the knife from his belt. And the rage quickly turned to shock as she turned the blade on herself, swinging her arms in and up, aiming directly for her heart. 

When the impact came, it knocked her off her feet, slamming her into the hard ground below. 

Hell, that hurt.

But when she peered down at herself, Elide was shocked to see no sign of a knife wound. 

And there was blood was everywhere, but it wasn’t on her. It was on Lorcan, who was once again on top of her, huge body covering her own. His hand was a vice on her wrist, tight enough she dropped the knife still pressed to her chest. 

He gave her a very, very pissed off look, but before she could analyze that, Lorcan was twisting off of her, grabbing the knife from beside her, and hurling it towards the shadows behind them. 

Elide heard a loud cry, followed by a creative curse, and then footsteps starting to sprint away. Tilting her head, she saw her uncle running down the alley away from them, his own knife protruding from his shoulder. 

“We have to get out of here,” Lorcan mumbled, grabbing her waist and throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 

“I can walk, you know,” she said to his back, even if she didn’t feel like that was especially true at the moment. Her entire body was shaking. 

He took off at a run, one thick arm wrapped around her waist to keep her still. “Your legs are shorter.”

She rolled her eyes, even though he couldn’t see her. 

He continued to run until they were inside the apartment complex, both of them ignoring the questioning looks from people in the lobby. God, they looked bad. 

Elide realized it probably looked like she was getting kidnapped, not saved. 

She smiled at the onlookers, trying to seem relaxed but knowing it was a lost cause.

Soon enough, they were up the elevator and inside his apartment. Lorcan put her down on one of his two chairs and walked around the place, closing the curtains and making sure everything was locked. 

“What happened to you?” she asked immediately. He was covered in blood, black shirt torn almost to shreds, a vicious glint in his eyes.

“I was waiting for you outside the bathroom. Seven of your uncle’s men came down the hallway. We went outside to... handle business, the alley across from the one I found you.” He looked down at himself and sighed. “It took longer than expected to deal with them.”

Hold on. Seven? Seven? 

“You fought seven men off?”

He shrugged as if the number of assailants was irrelevant. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner.”

Elide was sure of two things: he was being genuine and he was the type of person to never apologize. 

She shook her head. “You saved my life, Lorcan. Don’t apologize because it took you five minutes to save your own.” Taking another glance at him, she got up and walked to his kitchen for a few towels. “Take your shirt off.”

Somehow she managed to keep the blush to a minimum, even as he raised a dark brow and yanked the fabric off. 

Holy mother of- focus. 

“Did I cut you?”

He shook his head. “This is from Vernon’s guys. You didn’t hurt me.”

The way he said it made it sound more like You can’t hurt me. She wet the towel, then reached up to brush off the dozens of cuts along his chest, shoulders, torso, and arms. Good gods, he looked like he shouldn’t even be standing. 

He handed her something that looked like toothpaste. “Put this on the worst ones.” 

Elide nodded, taking her time, then motioned for him to turn around. 

The breath almost rushed out of her when he did. If she’d thought his chest was marked with signs of a difficult life, it was nothing compared to his back. 

His skin was marred with more scars than she could count. Thick scars, thin scars, scars of every shape and size. She’d figured he’d grown up rough, but this was more than that. He’d been brutalized. 

It brought tears to her eyes as she wiped the blood off them, thinking about what had happened to him to cause something like this. 

Before he turned back around, she made sure to keep her expression clear. She had a feeling he wouldn’t take her sympathy well. 

Looking back up at him, she noticed he had a thick gash on his jaw, like someone had swung for his throat and barely, barely missed. She reached up, arm almost fully extended, and Lorcan huffed a laugh before reaching for her.

Strong hands gripped her waist and lifted her onto the counter, and Lorcan stepped in between her thighs. Even with the added height, he was taller than her, and that knowledge did strange things to her brain. 

She grabbed a new towel, then slowly started to wipe the cut off. It wasn’t as bad as it looked, but it would take a few days to heal. 

His dark eyes were intense on hers, and she felt like she suddenly couldn’t breathe as she avoided his gaze. 

His hands were on the counter next to her hips, putting him so close she could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the musky scent that radiated off of him.

She swiped the weird paste over his jaw, his light dusting of stubble scratching her finger. 

It was finished. Done. She should get off the counter, put a door between them, and go to sleep. 

A locked door. 

Neither of them moved, though. 

He stayed staring at her, face inches from hers. It’d be so easy to just lean forward and take his lips with hers. 

And for the first time in her life, she wanted to. 

Almost without thinking, she did exactly that, softly brushing her lips across his. 

He was absolutely still, not even breathing, as she did it. Then he pulled back, and there was a new light in his dark eyes she couldn’t read but desperately wanted to. “You shouldn’t do things like that, Elide.”

His words were anything but a deterrent since they were spoken with a slightly husky voice. “Why not?”

Lorcan shook his head, running a thumb over his lips. “Because you’re in shock. It’s the adrenaline.” Before she could argue, he said, “You should clean up.”

Looking down at herself, she realized he was right. Even though she wasn’t hurt, her clothes had blood on them from being pressed against him. She nodded, sliding off the counter to stand in front of him. 

Back at her normal height, he towered over her. They stood still for a few moments, but then Lorcan took a step back, and she took the hint, going to the bathroom to shower. 

It was only once she stood under the spray, watching other peoples’ blood run down the shower drain, that the gravity of her situation hit her. 

Vernon was here, in the city, desperate to get her back. And he knew she was staying with Lorcan. Had tried to kill him just for keeping her safe. 

Who knew what would happen to the other people in her life? Aelin, Rowan, Asterin, Manon? The only people who cared about her? She’d never forgive herself if she got them hurt. 

Elide pressed her forehead to the cool wall. Her hand found it’s way to the spot Vernon had grabbed, fingers running over the scar. Did you forget who you belong to?

A sob escaped her before she even knew she was crying. 

As if she could forget twenty-three years of captivity. Twenty-three years of wondering why it had to be her, why her own family would treat her like that. 

The tears kept flowing, and she knew it was the stress, the shock of what had happened, but she just let them. She sank to the floor of the shower, curling into a ball. 

Vernon’s face had always been a constant weight in her mind, but it was overwhelming now. His joy tonight at catching her, his smile when he saw how scared she was, the shock on his face when she fought back. 

And older memories, from years before tonight, flooded her thoughts, too. How he’d run his fingers over her throat before squeezing. How he’d wake her up in the middle of the night by pinning her hands over her head. How he’d laugh when she begged him to stop. 

Oh, he’d loved that. Her fruitless whimpers and pleas were like a drug to him.

Her body collapsed on itself as she sobbed, the line between past and present blurring as she relived years and years of torture.

Air seemed unwilling to move into her chest, and she gasped and put a hand on her throat desperately  

Part of her brain heard the door open, felt the water cut off. Part of her didn’t even care. 

Someone wrapped a towel around her and scooped her up, then she was pressed against a strong chest, her tears dampening the fabric against her cheek. 

Elide knew it was ridiculous to cry over the past, to mourn her youth and happiness when it was already long gone, but she couldn’t help it. 

The man holding was silent, careful to only touch her where absolutely necessary. He walked them over to the chair beside her bed and sat, still holding her in his arms. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his shoulder. She’d never liked to be touch, but everywhere they connected seemed to soothe her, remind her that she was safe. 

He continued to rock her in his lap, and the tears finally subsided, allowing her to breathe normally again. 

Pulling back enough to see him, she looked into Lorcan’s face. 

It was still hard and expressionless, but his eyes gave him away. They held a glimmer of warmth that she’d ever seen before. 

“You’re alright,” he murmured in that gravelly voice of his. “I’ve got you.”

She nodded. 

“I used to get those, too. Panic attacks.” 

Her eyebrows raised on their own accord. He looked like nothing could ever hurt him, mentally or physically. But she knew first hand that a rough exterior didn’t mean much. 

“Were you in the military? Is that why you’re...” so damn tough?

Lorcan shook his head. “No. I learned how to fight in foster care. For a few years anyway.” He leaned back in the chair, settling her deeper against his chest. “I ran away when I was eleven, lived in the streets after that. Fought for food and stole what I couldn’t win.”

Elide stayed silent, pieces of the puzzle starting to slide together. 

You didn’t get like him, hardened and tougher than everyone around you, without living through something to make you that way. And he had, for years.

“Eventually, I got a job that gave me enough money to do whatever I wanted.” She wanted to ask what it was, but the tone he used made her sure she didn’t really want to know.

“And then I met Whitehorn, and he got me into private security.” The corners of his mouth twitched up. “I probably would’ve ended up in jail or dead if it wasn’t for the bastard. Not that I’d ever tell him.”

A smile found its way onto her face. “Aelin saved me, too. More times than I can count.”

“Self-righteous pair they are,” he gruffed, but he didn’t sound angry, so she continued.

“She bought an apartment across the country for me. Set up a whole life with my name. And whenever Vernon would go and check it out, she’d switch cities.” Elide shook her head, almost in disbelief. “She’s what kept him away from me for so long.”

“She’s the one who pushed me to get my online degree while I stayed with her. Stubborn woman she is.” Lorcan nodded his agreement. “I owe her everything.”

“Fuck.” 

She looked up at him in question, and he rolled his eyes. “Now I can’t hate her as much.”

Elide smiled, but it started to feel ridiculous as she remembered who he was, why he was here, what had happened tonight. Don’t you remember who you belong to? 

“What?” he asked, picking up on her mood shift. If she didn’t know better, she’d say Lorcan’s voice was soft. Almost caring.

Not knowing how to put it into words, she grabbed his hand and put it on her hip, right where Vernon’s grip had been. Then she pulled the towel back enough his hand found her skin. 

His dark brows knitted, fingers playing with her ruined flesh. It was one of her many scars, but the only that had done something to her on the inside, too. 

Lorcan looked down, and the clench in his jaw told her he saw everything he needed to. 

“When I was eighteen,” she whispered, voice already breaking as the memory came over her. “I made the mistake of thinking I’d move out, start my life as an adult. Vernon wanted me to know how stupid that idea was. He told me I was his, for life.”

Somehow, she kept the tears at bay as she said, “He branded me.”

The thick scar was clearly a V, seated right on her hip bone. “Said anyone who ever saw it would realize I was someone else’s. Said no one would ever want...” someone ruined. 

She met his gaze, finding comfort in the cold rage in his eyes. He shifted her slightly on his lap, then leaned over. Elide was pretty sure her heart stopped as he pressed a featherlight kiss over the mark.

Then he pulled the towel back over it and sat up, looking at her intensely. “You already know this, but you’re not his property, Elide. The only one who can decide something like that is you.” 

She nodded, and he pulled her back against his chest with gentle hands. “I’m sorry that he hurt you. But I promise that for as long as I live, he’ll never touch you again.”

There was enough heat, enough anger, in his voice that she believed him without a doubt. 

“Thank you, Lorcan. For everything.”

She drifted off  to sleep, tucked his arms as he sat in that uncomfortable chair, listening to his deep, steady breathing. It was the first time in ages she’d felt truly safe. 

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Part 4

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HPHM Profile: Konn

Art Credit: @zuulosdovah @angrynar​ @montdiarts​ Profile Credt: @hogwartsmysterystory​

- IDENTITY - 

Name: Konnor Levi Rainwater

Gender: Male

Age: 17 years old

Birth Date: September 21st, 1973.

Species: Metamorphmagus

Blood Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: Bisexual - leans mostly towards males.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: English

Residence: Bloomsbury, London

Myer Briggs Personality Type: INTP - The Logician

- THE MAGE -

1st Wand: 

Holly Wood

Thunderbird Tail Feather

10 ¾ 

Reasonably Supple Flexibility

Holly wood is of the more rare variety of wand woods. Often considered protective and attracted to those who need help overcoming anger and imeptiosity. Typically their owners are engaged in a dangerous or spiritual quest. Thunderbird tail feathers are said to be great for transfiguration and are proceedingly difficult to master. They are sometimes said to fire curses when in danger.

2nd Wand: N/A. This boy refuses to lose his wand.

Animagus: An arctic fox 

Misc Magical Abilities: Nothing other than being a metamorphmagus.

Boggart Form: His brother, Allston, looking notably dead and enraged (a nod to being afraid of failing his loved ones).

Riddikulus Form: Milk spewing out of Allston’s nose and him busting out into laughter. (This is also a nod to a time

Amortentia: He smells like peppermint, a freshly cracked book, and petrichor. 

Amortentia: He smells something distinctly animal, faint smokiness, and lavender. 

Patronus: An Occamy.

Patronus Memory: When he becomes an animagus. While the actual process is miserable for him, being able to get to the end and have it work was monumental. It allowed him to feel some semblance of control and was a time he got incredibly close with Talbott.

Mirror of Erised: Himself and his brother side by side with their respective families, happy and laughing, their arms around each other.

Specialized/Favourite Spells:

Specializes in transfiguration spells

Protego (Usually always bailing his friends out of trouble)

Lumos (Who doesn’t need a good light spell)

Expelliarmus (In duelling, he always tries to disarm first)

- APPEARANCE - 

Faceclaim:

Game Appearance:

Height: 5′8

Weight: 142 lbs

Physique: Slender, built for speed and stealth rather than strength.

Eye Colour: A stormy blue, though as a metamorphmagus, it changes.

Hair Colour: Platinum blonde, this changes based on his moods but always returns back to its original color.

Skin Tone: A warm ivory.

Body Modifications: Later on, he gets a fox tattooed on his arm.

Scarring: Konn ends up with a few magical burns. One on his shoulder, another in the dead center of his back. He also has a much more notable blade wound across his abdomen and a permanent knick just beneath one of his eyes that is usually concealed by freckles. He conceals everything.

Inventory: 

A golden snitch

Fox treats (For his pet fennec) 

A casset player/tapes he got from Hal Greywind

A blue goldstone crystal necklace

His journal and quill

His wand

An occamy he keeps hidden in a pouch

His Amaranthine Broom (not always on his person)

- ALLEGIANCES -

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Ilvermorny House: Horned Serpent

Affiliations/Organizations:

The Order of the Phoenix

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Slytherin

Professions:

A spy for The Order of the Phoenix

Professional bailsman for his brother

Sometimes odd jobs for his covers

A tutor during his time at Hogwarts

- HOGWARTS INFORMATION -

Class Proficiencies: (He’s a nerd brain, have mercy)

Astronomy: ★★★★★★★☆☆☆

Charms:  ★★★★★★★☆☆

DADA: ★★★★★★★☆☆

Flying:  ★★★★★★★★★☆

Herbology: ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

History of Magic: ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆

Potions: ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

Transfiguration:  ★★★★★★★★★★

Electives:

Care of Magical Creatures

Alchemy

Apparition

Study of Ancient Runes

Quidditch: Slytherin Seeker since year 3 all the way through year 7.

Extra Curricular: 

Dueling Club

Ethren’s D&D Club (He tried to keep him from joining but Konn kept sneaking in.)

Quidditch

Favourite Professors: McGonagall

Professor McGonagall is someone Konn looks up to immensely. As he specializes in Transfiguration and later begs to undergo the ritual for becoming an Animagus, she is his closest and greatest ally and teacher. She always looks out for him and presents him with more opportunities to further his skill.

Least Favourite Professors: 

Rakepick: As far as things go with Rakepick, her entire duration as a professor always rubbed Konn the wrong way. He hated her secrecy and interference with the Vaults. He begrudgingly worked with her to gain information and to find his brother, mostly using her as she used him.

Snape: He is mostly disliked due to the toxic relationship he develops with Konn. Always pushing Konn to higher standards than everyone else in unachievable ways, Konn always felt the need to meet them as Snape showed he cared for him and was his HoH. As someone afraid of failure, this was always something that stressed Konn. (Not to mention Snape always praises Merula.)

- RELATIONSHIPS -

Brother: Allston Rainwater

Pureblood Wizard

Attended Hogwarts as a Slytherin

His Animagus form is a Golden Jackal

Allston acted as Konn’s parental figure for the most part. The two were inseparable. His love for his brother outweighs just about everything else.

He never wanted to get involved with the Vaults, but was given no choice.

Allston abstained from having any relations with anyone, often saying he had too much on his plate between the Vaults and his brother. Though later when Konn gives him a normal life, he’s revealed to be straight and marries a muggle woman, having two kids with her.

Misc Siblings: N/A

Father: Roland Rainwater

44 years old

Works for the Ministry of Magic as a high ranking official

Pureblood Wizard

Attended Hogwarts as a Slytherin

Had little interest in his actual kids, spent most of his time working and out of the house, only coming around with gifts just to disappear again.

Very wealthy.

It was suspected later that he was responsible for working with R and that he had pressured Allston into searching for the Vaults.

Mother: Charlotte Rainwater

42 years old

Pureblood Witch

Works as a journalist and writer, always traveling and hunting her next big thing.

Attended Hogwarts as a Ravenclaw.

She was always a bit of a narccisist. Always obssessed with her own career and luxury earninings. She spends big and lives freely, using her work as an excuse for the neglect she left her children with.

Love Interest: Talbott 

Towards the start, Talbott wanted nothing to do with Konn. He found him dangerous and obssessive, his constant trouble-making with the Vaults always causing him to worry.

Konn crushed on him first after seeing how he worked with Transfiguration and learned he was an Animagus.

In attempts to get Talbott to notice him and strike jealousy, Konn asked Tonks to be his fake date to the ball. This rouse failed miserably as Talbott just thought they were dating.

During 5th year, Konn finally confessed how he felt. Talbott had his reserves, but agreed to a first date.

They compliment each other really well. Both specializing in the same areas, Talbott’s cool and collected often soothes Konn’s rampant lack of control, while Konn often convinces Talbott to come out of his shell.

While still chasing Talbott, over a summer, Konn and Hal have a brief fling before realizing they’re more like brothers and wondering what the hell they were thinking.

Best Friends: 

Nymphadora Tonks

Rowan Khanna

Rival: Merula

Enemy: R, Rakepick, his father, and later on (I think for everyone) Voldemort, Ben Copper.

Dormmates: 

Rowan

Barnaby

Murphy

Orion

Pets: His pet Fennec Fox, Vulcan. Vulcan was gifted to him by Allston right before he vanished. It is speculated Allston went home, left the gift, then went back to Hogwarts where he was finally trapped.

Closest Canon Friends:

Talbott Winger

Nymphadora Tonks

Rowan Khanna

Tulip Karasu

Barnaby Lee

Jae Kim

Charlie Weasley

Closest MC Friends:

Hal Greywind @one-very-angry-hufflepunk​

Ethren Whitecross @hogwartsmysterystory​

Kaina Malin @zuulosdovah​

Uriel Nightclaw @montdiarts​

Skylar Morningstar @angrynar​

Daisy Withers @ruby-and-opal-withers​

BACKGROUND/HISTORY

As an infant, Konnor was nannied by an elderly woman hired through services. She was strict and cold, pushing his incredibly young mind to work before it was ready. This was when he showed signs of being a metamorphmagus, always seeming to scare the living daylights out of the woman who could never keep up with walking into a room and seeing a different baby each time.

By the time Konnor had turned four, Allston was his primary caretaker. The two brothers were inseparable, always learning, exploring. They had great fun teasing all the teachers and incoming caretakers together. It just so happened, they also took more fun in seeing how much they could milk from their parents. Pizzas every night, horror movies on the screen. It was through fun, companionship, and love that Konn shaped and grew into a more controlled state. He was smart, always pushing Allston to teach him more and more. It got quite lonely once Allston began going to Hogwarts and leaving all year save for holidays and summer, but they wrote religiously and Konnor would always be bouncing and ready to beg his brother to share all he’d learned during the year once he returned.

Hogwarts. At this stage in Konnor’s life, it was finally his turn to go to the grand school he’d been itching to attend ever since his brother had… but it came bittersweet. Allston had never come home to celebrate his acceptance letter. Had never come home to prep, to plan, to discuss what happened that year. He’d vanished, and with it he took most of Konn’s excitement and control. As emotions ran rampant in the boy, he started his years at the school a freak. Lonely. They all talked about his brother, the expectations for himself. There was little love or care in what he did save for seeking out his brother. Many may say he grew jaded, untamed, obsessive. There was only one thing that really clung to his heart, the fennec fox his brother had left behind for him as a pet.

Indirectly, his parents taught him many things. Konnor, at heart, grew to be quite frugal, never taking advantage of anything given to him (lest it was another gift from his father that meant nothing at all). He was also taught what family really meant, that it was between those who meant something to you and should be protected at all costs. Though on a much opposite end, he also found he had to work twice as hard for any recognition, always pushing himself above and beyond to be anything great. Especially when he had Allston to impress.

After leaving Hogwarts at the end of his schooling, Konn went on reunited with his brother in full. While Allston never rejoined the wizarding world fully, becoming something of a vigilante to hunt down those that’d wronged him and threatened his family, Konn began avidly seeking out the Order. He was quickly accepted as a spy, doing frequent operation work while maintaining a line on his brother and making sure he stayed out of danger.

At one point, he was approached by a Death Eater, and nearly underwent necessary precaution to become a double agent, but Allston, Hal, and Talbott quickly ushered against the idea of their brother, friend, and lover being marred permanently by a symbol and risking his life more than he already did.

During the heat of the war, Konn asked Talbott to always be his. They then promised each other that once the battle and hardships were over, they’ll consider marriage and having a family together. However, it is quickly discovered it wouldn’t be so simple.

It is found out that in Konn and Allston’s attempts to bring their father to justice that he’s murdered in order to keep whatever secrets he might have had. This is then promptly framed on Allston who it catches up to later alongside much of his vigilante practices. When faced with the hard decision to persecute his own brother, Konn instead begs Talbott to help him remove Allston’s memories and give him a normal life. Removing all of Allston’s memories and replacing them with something much more mundane, they move Allston to America where he’s finally free from the perils of the wizarding world.

Konn never appears to be the same after losing his brother for good, but lives the rest of his life working and watching out for any oncoming threats. He and Talbott eventually do settle down with two adopted children together.

- PERSONALITY - 

Protective: Konn is protective of his loved ones to a fault. Deep rooted with paranoia, he is constantly fretful for his loved ones and does everything in his power to keep them safe while still trudging through the hell that is their experience in Hogwarts and beyond. He’s quick to jump at the defense of his friends and family, not afraid to risk his own hide in the process should it be necessary.

Short Tempered: Of his many rampant emotions, anger is the quickest one to flare and show. Anytime he’s frustrated or annoyed, someone is bound to know. Whether it be his shortness or the flaming red hair, you’re welcome to take your pick of context. He’s very quick to annoy and while true anger from him is hard to achieve, petty anger and annoyance is almost constant. Droning noises, interruptions, and blatant stupidity are all quick to grate his nerves.

Stubborn: Konn has never been one to back down from anything, and he never intends to. Driven by a need to prove himself and inability to let something go, he will see something through to the very end. This allows him all the qualities of a hard worker. He gives everything his all without any intention of slowing or stopping. Sometimes this also means doing the work for others if they can’t keep up.

Intelligent/Cunning: While irritating on many levels when he tries to be the smartest person in the room, Konnor truly is smart. He often gets things faster than most and while conventional learning is useless, his hands on learning style allows him to learn on the fly. He almost always has an answer for everything and uses this to aid himself and his friends whenever they’re caught in a bad situation. He also consistently keeps good grades on everything while at Hogwarts.

Ambitious: It’s no surprise as a Slytherin that Konn tends to aim high. Though not in the standard many may think, he doesn’t want glory or fame or money. His ambitions are often geared towards his power and loved ones. Whether it be proving to the world he can take down the Vaults and save his brother, getting all his loved ones out alive, furthering his own power, or even taking down R himself. He’s the kind to look at a challenge and want nothing more than to conquer it.

Loyal: Alongside his protectiveness, Konn would never leave someone he cared for behind. He’s not even the type to leave someone he cared very little for behind. Including Merula on some occasions. As far as Konn is concerned, the only person allowed to bully his people are him. He is quick to rise to any occasion to stick by and protect his friends. Should they need a hand in battle, to get out of detention, or simply a shoulder to cry on, he tries to always be there.

MISC

NOTE: This section may update from time to time.

Konn lives in Bloomsbury, London when not attending Hogwarts in the Rainwater family home and often invites his friends over to stay with him during the summer.

He’s attempted to play many instruments including the violin, flute, and piano but never felt it was for him in the end and lost his touch if he ever acquired it.

Despite never having much room to prove it, he is a huge animal lover and adored his time working with Magical Creatures, often wishing he’d spent more time dedicating to it.

Konn was born with awful vision, but as he learned to control his metamorphmagus abilities, his eyesight also varied and improved.

No one is really sure whether his metamorphmagus abilities were inherited or not.

Konn comes from a small family of only two uncles, an aunt, and three cousins on his dad’s side of the family. His mother was an only child.

He listens to 80′s rock religiously after Hal introduced him to muggle music and what he learned was called a ‘cassette player’. Hal let him use it once and never got it back.

While his family is rich, spending money stresses Konn out. 

Much like his mother, he developed a knack for writing, however exclusively keeps it as a hobby

He let Hal try to teach him to shoot a gun once. He bruised his shoulder and after promptly startling himself into a new shape, vowed never to use one again.

Konn has never lost a game of Monopoly in his life.

After Rowan’s death, Konn blames Ben and fosters an incredible hatred for the boy after.

[yellowpeonies26]

Then why don’t we make it official?

Rowaelin Hogwarts au oneshot

Part 2 of this, kinda- you can read one without reading the other

Aelin hated the history of magic lessons and everything that came with it, which was why she sat at the Ravenclaw table in the great hall at breakfast, beseeching Dorian to do her homework for her.

“No, I’ve got my own homework to do and I need to practice with the team for our upcoming game.” What didn’t add was that the Gryffindor quidditch team no longer needed to practice so much anymore since they got knocked out this season so she will have more time on her hands but Dorian wouldn't say it, he was too diplomatic for that. She wished that he had said it so she could refute his claim and say that they were actually going to practice soon to get better in the rain. Despite that, the loss still stung.

Her head rested on a hand, her elbow on the table and a pout on her face. A hum resounded out of her throat, “so, who is this girl you’ve been pining over.”

“Oh, so I refuse to do your homework so instead you pester me, hoping that I’ll change my mind to get you to stop?” He raised an eyebrow and she couldn’t tell whether the smirk playing around his mouth was from embarrassment or amusement.

“I was just making conversation,” she said defensively, ”but if you wanted to change your mind I wouldn’t turn you away.”

Dorian’s sapphire eyes rolled fondly; as they did so often when Aelin was around.

“I’ll just keep hounding you.”

Nehemia came and sat with them, her blue robes matching Dorian’s. She politely asked what they were talking about and when Aelin told her of the subject matter, her eyes averted to the toast in front of her.

Suddenly suspicious, Aelin’s brows knitted together with her eyes bouncing back and forth between her two friends, both of which were acting shifty.

“I won’t interfere if you do this assignment for me.”

Dorian faced her fully and assessed her raised eyebrows and smug features before asking, “how can you interfere if you don’t even know what you're interfering in?”

In answer, she pointed her gaze towards Nehemia and then back to Dorian.

A laugh escaped her friend sitting diagonally across from her, Nehemia’s braids fell behind her shoulders as her head tilted backwards.

“I have to go, I’m tutoring a third year struggling with ancient runes.” Nehemia sent an amused look their way and Aelin forgot to say bye because her mind was preoccupied with trying to organise and make sense of everything.

Dorian seemed inclined to either ignore her or leave himself even though he knew she’d follow after him. She grabbed his sleeve just in case and leaned in so no-one else could listen in.

Of course that was when Rowan walked through the doors and his gaze immediately landed on them, assessing their proximity. In response she gave him a sultry glance and rolled her eyes cheekily at the proprietorial look that he was failing at hiding.

“So it's not Nehemia, then who is it?”

“I might as well do your essay while I'm doing mine, I'm assuming it's the same one.” A blush crept its way onto his cheeks.

“I won’t say anything, I swear.”

He mumbled something. “What? I didn't catch that.”

“Sorscha.”

A pause followed by Aelin’s barrage of questions assaulted Dorian. The final question she asked was, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“I know that you mean well, but if you’d have known so would the rest of the school.”

“Are you trying to say that I can’t keep anything quiet.”

Her thoughts drifted to the broody Slytherin sitting at his house table, inconspicuously watching them from the corner of his eye. She had kept their relationship a secret; sure, she had told Ansel but that didn’t really count.

After a few minutes of her draining every piece of information from Dorian, Aedion called her from where he sat at the Gryffindor table because they were late for practice.

As she walked towards the doors of the great hall, she could see Rowan’s face as he casually conversed with Lorcan beside him. Oh, he was definitely jealous.

Aelin had grumbled the whole way to the quidditch pitch and Aedion was inclined to agree but insisted that the team captain, Ilias, was right in having the team practice in the rain and wind. When Aelin tried to convince him that the conditions were too dangerous, he just said that Quidditch matches wouldn’t be postponed so they needed to learn how to manage. He was a man of few words but the words that he did say were always true.

They were in the air a matter of minutes after getting changed into their Quidditch gear. They flew around, threw some balls, dodged some bludgers and aimed for the golden rings at the end of the pitch: all the usual things really.

Despite the atrocious weather which had only gotten worse while they practiced, AelIn got more and more enthused in the game just as she did with every quidditch match, apart from the ones that had Rowan there distracting her. She was reminded of all the times she and Aedion had played together in a small field with a group of friends as she watched him send a bludger in the direction opposite to her.

She wasn’t used to playing this weather. Sure, Terrasen’s weather wasn’t the best and that’s where her and Aedion used to play but her parents and aunt would always ban them from leaving their sight because they knew that they would get on their brooms as soon as they turned their backs.

Something hit her side just as she lunged for the quaffle Ansel had thrown her. Mikhail had hit a bludger and the force had sent him swerving into Aelin’s side. She tried to regain her control of her broom but it was slippery in the rain.

The next thing she knew, she had toppled off her broom completely and looked up to see Mikhail trying to catch her, his hand grazing her arm.

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“Miss Galathinius, can you hear me?” Madam Hafiza was leaning over her, attempting to rouse her from the half-conscious state she was in.

The only response she could give was the full opening of her eyes and a groan that came out louder than she intended.

The matron, Hafiza, had trained in the legendary medical school, the Torre Sesme and gave up a job teaching there to come and practice at Hogwarts instead.

After doing a few tests, madam Hafizaexplains that she only sustained a few broken bones and a mild concussion because of the height she fell from. It wasn’t very high because Ilias had taken some of the team’s concerns into consideration and told everyone to purposefully fly low and only to exceed the limit he set to score goals. She thanked the gods that it wasn’t a higher drop because her injuries would have been a lot worse.

“Would you like your friends to come in, they’re waiting outside.”

“Uhh, yeah, let them in.” She was still groggy because of the concussion.

The next thing she knew, Aedion came barrelling through s though he had been waiting expectantly right in front of he door the whole time.

“Are you okay?” Madam Hafiza recounted all of her injuries which Aelin was glad for because her head pounded even more when she spoke.

He let out a sigh of relief and the others came trailing in after him, slightly less alarmed. Mikhail tried to apologise for knocking her off her broom, Ilias tried to apologise for insisting that they practice in weather so dangerous and everyone practically tried to apologise for not catching her but Aelin shut them all down. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. She should have been more aware of her surroundings; it was always the one thing she could be faulted for.

A while later, some of the others had left but Ansel, Aedion, and Nesryn remained chatting with her. She’d have to stay overnight so madam Hafiza could monitor her bones’ progress with righting themselves with the help of the tonic she had to take. She also supposed that another reason she had to stay was because the tonic tasted so nasty that she wouldn’t have taken it if she didn’t have the matron watching over her every time.

“I think we should probably go now, you’ve got a lesson haven’t you Aedion,” he tried to protest but Ansel carried on, ”and Aelin needs to rest.”

Again, Aedion tried to protest but Ansel dragged his hulking frame towards the exit, only letting him return to give Aelin a hug before he left. The others said goodbye and Aelin was left wondering why she had wanted everyone to go so abruptly.

She found out why though when she looked towards the second door, the one furthest away from her bed. Rowan was standing there, a bunch of flowers in hand.

She should have already known that half the school already knew about her accident but despite the thought making her want to groan, couldn’t hold in her huge grin at the sight of Rowan standing there, waiting so he could see her, check if she’s alright. Aches and pains forgotten, Aelin laughed inwardly to not alert the others who were almost at the door. She wondered how long he had been standing there because if he had come in, it would have aroused suspicion and a constant glare from Aedion, maybe even more than a glare.

“How are you?” Concern graced his features and his tone.

She rattled off her list of injuries and added a, “but i’m fine” on the end at his still worried face.

He let out a breath of both relief and frustration. “I hate having to hide that we love each other.”

“You love me.” It must have slipped out due to his mixed emotions and she delivered her response as both a question and a statement, with a hint of teasing yet seriousness at the same time.

Undiluted panic crossed Rowan’s face, something that he would never let anyone else see. “Yeah, I do.” Then almost as an afterthought he said, “and I know that you love me too so don’t bother trying to tease me.”

Unbridled joy overtook her features; her eyes crinkled and mouth lifted so much that her cheeks ached. “Then why don't we make it official.”

His expression now mirrored hers. “It was your idea to keep it a secret in the first place, you should make the decision. Though I would like to be able to scare off any other guys who get too friendly.”

Aelin rolled her eyes but it was half-hearted because she was just too happy to feel anything else. She knew he was jealous of her and Dorian in the great hall.

Aedion was going to have a tantrum for a couple of days, maybe even a couple of weeks. Not to mention, the rest of the quidditch team; they see him as a rival, someone to keep far away from the inner workings of their team. But they’d get over it eventually and at the end of the day, Rowan and herself could be open about their relationship so it was worth it. And she believes that she was entitled to more than a few PDAs(public displays of affection) after all this time, especially in front of Rowan’s friend Lorcan who already hates her.

“Then yes, I think it’s time, but you have to leave Dorian alone.”

At this, Rowan rolled his eyes but agreed while leaning down and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

[brandyovereager]

pls write elorcan

Elorcan Fluff

This got long and very fluffy. Enjoy some modern, college au Elorcan!

On ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22327141

Summary: Lorcan has a crush on a girl in his anthropology class, cue awkward pining Lorcan

She hadn’t arrived yet. She always sat in the fifth row, six seats from the left, with her silver-haired friend. Lorcan always sat next to Fenrys in the eighth row, ten seats from the left, where he had a perfect view of her dark head.

It was the perfect distance. He was close enough that he could see her long mane of silky hair, but not close enough that his golden-haired friend beside him could tell who he was looking at. If it were Rowan or Gavriel in this class with him they would’ve noticed he never took any notes, but Lorcan was lucky he had Anthro 205 with Fenrys—who was often too distracted and rambunctious himself to pay Lorcan much attention.

—

Their first—and only—interaction was weeks ago, day one of the semester. He’d seen her walking in the corridor outside the Anthro lecture hall. She was a small woman—probably didn’t even come to his shoulder in height—and she had about six different books weighing on her arms.

Lorcan headed over with the intent to help her out, but his hulking frame coming up from behind must have frightened the poor girl and she dropped them all on the pavement. Falling to the floor with her hair slipping in front of her eyes, she immediately scrambled to pick them all up, muttering foul curses that sounded absolutely adorable coming from such a tiny thing. He knelt down to help her.

“Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was coming over to help you with all those but sometimes I forget I’m a bit…large.” He grimaced. First he’d scared her, now he was describing himself as large. He was making an absolute fool of himself.

“It’s alright, I’m the brilliant mind who thought she could carry six hard-cover volumes down the hallway.” She still hadn’t looked him in the eye. They’d finished gathering all the fallen books and were standing back upright in the hall but her gaze was firmly fixed on the floor. Her features were small and delicate—the exact opposite of Rowan’s own. Just looking at her brought a slight grin to Lorcan’s mouth.

“My name’s Lorcan.” With that she finally looked up at him. Her dark eyes had him transfixed.

“I’m Elide.”

—

Just sixty seconds before the lecture was set to begin, he finally saw her. Her taller friend was pushing through students in the seventh row to get to the empty seats towards the center, Elide following close behind. The two of them quickly set their bags down and made to pull out their notebooks, but Lorcan barely registered their movements because the seats they’d found were directly in front of him and Fenrys.

She was right there. He didn’t even have to turn his head to see her. Strands of dark hair took up half of his vision (and nearly all of his mind). She was so close he could smell her flowery shampoo, he need only breathe to take it in—of course with the shock of it all breaths were a little difficult.

“I can’t believe you made us stop at three different coffee shops to find a stupid danish.” Lorcan’s eyebrows rose at the annoyance in the silver-haired woman’s tone.

“It’s not a stupid danish—it’s a raspberry danish—which they usually have at Sadie’s but they were out this morning.”

“They had plenty of danishes at Sadie’s.”

“Those were all strawberry. I’m allergic to strawberry. That’s why whenever we go out for breakfast I suggest Sadie’s, and then I order a raspberry danish.” The professor began his lecture just then, but by the irritation still evident in both girls’ faces that wasn’t going to stop them.

“Well, are you happy now? We finally found you your special danish and then we had to sprint all the way here, only to sit in the back with the weirdos.” Lorcan could see Fenrys’ affronted expression from the seat next to him.

“No—actually—I’m not happy, because Sadie’s danishes are beautiful creations of decadence and the one we found at Starbucks of all places is absolute piss in comparison.” Lorcan mentally chuckled.

“Ladies, as strong as my own opinions are about breakfast pastries, some of us weirdos are trying to learn about anthropology.” Both Elide and her friend turned around to see Fenrys’ wicked smirk.

Lorcan could tell Elide’s friend was about to throw back a sharp retort at Fenrys, but one look from Elide silenced her. The remainder of the lecture was significantly less exciting.

—

Lorcan’s palms were sweating harder than they did after sparring with Rowan, the pastry in his hands safely encased by a little pink box from the bakery. Should he have gotten rid of the box? Put it in something else? Maybe a tupperware would have kept it safe from his tense hands squeezing too hard?

It was too late now. He was here. Anthro lecture just finished and he was standing outside the exit with a stupid pink pastry box in his hands. Maybe he should just leave. She would never know he’d done something so pathetic. He could maintain some of his dignity and cool exterior.

Nope. There she was.

“Elide.” His eyes were glued to her as the tiny head of dark hair turned to him. His brain and pride must’ve been jammed down his throat because all three weren’t working properly. She stopped walking and stepped off towards the wall with him.

“Lorcan, right?” She remembered his name. That was good, right? It could also be terrible because then she’d have a higher chance of remembering when he inevitably made a fool of himself.

“Yes, I—” He let a cough that sounded more like a choke. This was pathetic. He’d beaten even Whitethorn to the ground at some point. Why was this small woman making him a stumbling buffoon? He held the pastry box out to her. “This…is for you.”

“For me?” There was a curious smile on her face. It was beautiful.

“Yes. That’s why I have it. For you.” For the gods Salvaterre, stop talking. Just give it to her and get out of there.

“What is it?”

“I heard you—I mean—you mentioned to your friend—“ another choke “—it’s a raspberry danish, from Sadie’s.” Her face lit up—dear gods it was worth making a fool of himself ten times over to see that. He did that. He made her face like that.

“Thank you Lorcan, those are my favorite. This was wonderful of you.” He couldn’t look at her anymore his face was burning—Mala save him he was ridiculous.

“I made sure they didn’t put any strawberry syrup on there either—they wanted to—but I told them no cause I didn’t want your face to swell up or anything like that.” Oh for the love of all that is holy she’s smiling. It’s beautiful. He was so in for it.

Elide threw her arms around his neck—as best she could with how much bigger he was—and then actually squeezed him. He was two hundred pounds of solid muscle and somehow this tiny creature managed to squeeze him.

“This is perfect, Lorcan, thank you so much. I can’t believe you would do something like this.”

“Well I—I wanted to, you know, for you.” The angel’s smile widened. No matter how much he felt he was doing this wrong, he must’ve been doing something right.

“Have you ever had one of these before?”

“No, I’m not really one for pastries.” He had to look away. She was too much.

“Well this is the best one out there, so I think I must insist that you share it with me.” Lorcan’s head snapped to her.

“Oh no—I can’t—I got it for you.”

“Well, if you got it for me then that means it’s mine to do what I want with, and I want you to eat it with me.” What a delicate temptress she was, so small an enticing.

“Would that make you happy, if I stayed and ate with you?”

“It would make me very happy, Lorcan.” He was a goner. If he wasn’t already wrapped around her finger before, he was now.

“Well then, I must stay.” And he did, for a lot longer than just to eat the pastry.

[katieurah]

Screening Hearts (Part 6)

Alrighty, lovelies! Here it is. The last part! Enjoy the fluff!

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The rest of the week passed in a whirlwind of conference calls, meetings, paperwork, and pointless emails to “touch base” on things. Elide figured her boss just wanted to look competent at interpersonal skills. Before she was ready for it, Thursday morning dawned. She woke up that morning and went through a routine, taking comfort in everyday things that steadied her, grounded her, wrapping the only things she was sure of around herself like armor.

What if we can’t work together? What if he tries to talk to me again? I do not need a reason for my boss to think I’m not competent.

Thoughts and worries swirled around in Elide’s mind. She stopped by her favorite coffee shop before work, ordering an extra shot in her dirty chai that morning, a cheesey, buttery croissant to comfort herself. She hadn’t been able to forget the fact that he never apologized for asking her out. She cleared her mind of those thoughts and went to work.

She walked into the conference room, the first face-to-face meeting of the department heads and Whitethorn Security Services. She spotted Rowan listening to her boss ramble on. Man, he’s good, Elide thought, admiring the way he still looked like he was invested in what was being said. His only tell was the set of his jaw. She wondered how long until the muscles started jumping and his teeth started to grind.

Finding an empty seat, Elide startled as two giant arms swept around her shoulders.

“Ferys, I swear if you spill my coffee, I’ll hack every single account you have,” she threatened as the golden man pecked a kiss on her cheek.

“Oh, come on, El. I’d never waste good chai like that,” he teased back. He noticed her quirked eyebrow. “You’re a creature of habit. We all know that’s one of your favorites.”

Just then, Lorcan entered the room.

“As long as there’s plenty of vanilla and cinnamon and not too much cardamom,” Lorcan added. He looked unsure, as if saying those words would spark World War III.

“See, Elle-belle, we all know you,” Fenrys said with a wink. He added emphasis on the all part.

She glared at him through the corner of her eyes.He just smirked, settling in for the meeting.

Great. Everyone’s got an opinion.

…..

It took all of Lorcan’s concentration, but he managed to be flawlessly professional through the meeting, then that day as they broke out into their teams. Working with Elide went like a dream. She was so clever and you could just see how she loved using that brain to make services better. She thought out of the box, about how to make things easier for clients and customers.

We make a good team, he thought. Then immediately tamped down that line of thinking. Elide would come to him when she was ready, if she ever was. Meanwhile, he would be content with their working partnership. He had to be.

That line of thinking was challenged by lunch on Friday, though, much to his irritation. They were eating a catered lunch in the conference room and Rowan was showing off a video of Elspeth playing with Connall.

“Yeah, well we all know I’m the favorite uncle. She just knows Con’s a push over and will give herice cream,” Fenrys boasted.

“You? No way, pup. Ellie and Uncle Lorcan are best of friends,” Lorcan said, scoffing and puffing up his chest.

Just then, Elide walked in and rolled her eyes.

“Got something to say, Lochan?” asked Lorcan, a challenging and teasing tone coming through. His pulse quickened. Ellie and work were their only safe zones right now, but he still didn’t know if she’d let him tease her.

“We all know that I’m Ellie’s favorite, period. We even have a secret handshake now. Besides, we share names. It’s not like she can mess up saying ‘El,’” Elide sassed back. Then with a smirk, she added, “Isn’t that right, Wortie?”

Lorcan blushed furiously, but held his chin up high and pointed a finger. “I will allow that sweet, little princess to mess up my name as long as she pleases. It’s not her fault that two-year olds can’t do L very well. And, Fenrys, I swear to Hellas that she’s the only one who gets to call me that.”

“Hey! Why does everyone assume that I’ll do something? El calling me out over coffee yesterday and now you, Wortie? Rude!”

He barely missed the condiment packages flying at his head from multiple directions.

This, Lorcan thought, pleading to Anneith and Hellas both, this is what I missed. Please, let this last.

….

Elide’s chest tightened as they all bantered back and forth. She missed her friend. She missed their banter. She missed him. It made for a very long afternoon. It passed too slow and too fast at the same time. Before she knew it, computers were being turned off, systems powered down, security measures booted off.

She was shouldering her bag and grabbing her jacket to head to the door when Fenrys grabbed the handle and slipped his arm through hers.

“We’re going down to Maclearen’s for a drink. Join, yeah?”

“Who’s ‘we’?”

“Ro, Lorcan, me… Aelin’s joining us there,” Fen replied. He saw her hesitate and pulled out the bribery. “I’ll buy you the first round and give you a shoulder rub.”

“Deal. Who could say no to those hands?” Elide quipped back.

“Right? That’s what my dates always say at least.”

Elide threw her head back and cackled, letting him lead her outside. ….

The crowd at the pub was surprisingly thin for a Friday night. The group quickly found a table and ordered their first round of drinks. Aelin soon joined them, immediately pulling attention to a story of Elspeth’s latest escapades.

“Sorry I’m late. Ellie decided it was the most important thing in the world to discover what surfaces makeup looks best on and which colors are the best base.”

Rowan looked amused and horrified all at once. “She didn’t? And what’s her expert opinion?”

“Her favorite seems to be bright blue and green eyeshadow over cream texture walls in the den. Which is why I’m late and I need a drink.”

“Brand new Johnny Walker on the rocks, love,” Fenrys said, sliding his drink over to her. “It’s my second and I need a reason to go talk to that bartender up there. She didn’t laugh at my last joke, so obviously I need to convince her of quality humor.”

Aelin raised her glass. “Here’s to smarter-than-average bartenders who know better.”

Rowan and Lorcan snickered.

“I think I’ll go get a second round, too. I can play wingman and play witness to this disaster at the same time,” Rowan said, clapping Fenrys on the back, standing and dragging the protesting man up to the bar.

“I think I’ll join in on this,” Aelin said, eyes glittering. “Either of you need anything?”

Lorcan glanced down at his glass, more than half full still, then looked to Elide’s drink. The bottle was barely at half.

“I’m good,” he told Aelin, clearing his throat.

Aelin sauntered away, but then threw a glance over her shoulder at the two of them. She reached the bar, leaning on Rowan’s shoulder.

“What are you doing, Fireheart?”

“Moi? What ever are you talking about?” Aelin asked innocently. She batted her eyelashes for effect.

Fenrys snorted. “A, you are incorrigible. And scheming. You seriously gonna push them into talking?”

“If you haven’t noticed, neither one of them are drinking much and I swear they’re purposely not looking at each other. I’m just creating the moment for some conversation. Now, would you two shut up so I can spy in peace?”

...

Elide was a little surprised Lorcan wasn’t on his second drink yet. He wasn’t an alcoholic by any means, but he appreciated good liquor. He also was not a lightweight, so she couldn’t understand why he was still on his first bourbon. She said as much to him, no bite in her words, just curiosity.

“Seems like a better idea to go slow and light tonight,” he replied, huffing a laugh. “Apparently, I can be as stupid as the next guy when I’m in too deep.”

Elide studied him then. Before she could think of what she was saying, she blurted, “Salvaterre, how come you didn’t apologize for asking me out? You’ve said you were sorry for being drunk and high on benadryl, you’ve apologized for hurting me, for the words you said, for not paying attention. But, you’ve never apologized for asking me on a date. Why?”

“Because I’m not sorry for that. I always intended to ask you,” Lorcan replied, seriously. He frowned, hesitation crossing his brow. “Should I be sorry for it?”

Before she could reply, he rushed on. “You said something the other night, on the phone. You said you believed in me, believed that I’d make a good partner. Did you mean it?”

She looked up at his eyes, saw hesitation there. A vulnerability there that never came out. “Yes,” she breathed.

“In general?... Or, for you?”

“Can it be both?” she asked, a bite in her voice to cover up her nervousness. She drew herself up to her full height, faking a courage she didn’t feel. “Can’t I think that if you ever pulled your head out of your ass and let down your walls, you’d be great to some girl out there and she’d be the luckiest one alive? And is it a problem if I had wished that girl was me?”

She barely got the words out before his lips crashed into hers.

….

He moved before he thought it, had moved around the table and taken the seat next to her. As he pressed his lips to hers, his hand slipped around her neck, the other cupping her cheek. Too soon, he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers.

“And now?” He asked breathlessly, quietly.

Time had stopped. He waited for her reply.

“I want to say yes, because it’s the truth,” Elide whispered against his lips. “I want to tell you I still wish I was that girl. But if I do, I give you the power to hurt me again, to let me down again. And as much as I doubt you will, it scared the hell out of me.”

“I promise, Elide Lochan, to spend as much time as possible proving to you that I’m sorry and would never, ever, hurt you or let you down again. But I’m not stupid. I’m a man and I’m human. I probably will do dumb shit many more times. But I swear to never break your trust like that again. I will spend however long it takes proving it to you. And I’ll wait, Elide Lochan. I will let you be the one to decide the next step. Because I want you to feel safe with me, not scared.” The words left Lorcan in a rush, his face impossibly close to hers, his hands still on her neck and cheek, his eyes sincere and searching.

“Ask me on a date,” she said.

“What?” Lorcan asked, startled.

“Ask me on a date, Salvaterre.” “Go on a date with me, Lochan.”

“Now ask me to go home with you tonight.”

“So soon?” He teased, eyes sparkling. “Come home with me tonight, Lochan.”

“Now ask me to be yours.”

Lorcan swallowed hard. “Be mine, Elide Lochan.”

“I’ll think about it, Salvaterre. I mean, we haven’t been on that date or even-ahh!” Elide squealed as Lorcan stood up, pulling her up in his arms and crashed his mouth over hers again. His arms swept around her waist and he dipped her, right there in that pub.

“I’m yours, Lorcan Salvaterre,” Elide told him, her eyes sincere and open.

In the background, they heard Fenrys whistle, Rowan clap, and Aelin shout, “Told ya! Now pay up, Buzzard.”

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” Lorcan asked.

“Please,” Elide said, laughing as they stood up. She slipped her hand through his, feeling safe and calm for the first time in weeks.

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@nalgenewhore @hizqueen4life @whyyoumakemesadstahp @the-dark-swan

[softsweetsuffering]

OC LIST (New)

Trey:

Has an ability to mimic or amplify abilities/powers of others, as well as telekinesis

Was previously part of a group of people who also had abilities, however after mistreatment and other issues within the group, he left.

He's got a good wealth behind him.

Extremely gentle

Handsome ;)

Loves photography

Has lavender hair

Respects all

'Secretly' Plays violin

Lowkey a sugardaddy

Hamrish Benat:

Has four eyes!

Pink and blonde hair

He loves parkour (as in climbing buildings and leaping around in gyms)

Has PTSD (There are two AUS of which I default as to how he obtained it)

Ready to deck a bitch

Trained nurse

Loves teddy bears and fuzzy pink socks.

Also goes by Hami/Hayden

Andy peters:

Strong, kind.

The quiet Big Type, doesn't always talk, but his heart is in good places.

Wishes he could do more

Buff + Tall

Wears a pair of dogtags.

Has red streaks in his hair for the fun of it

Is extremely brotherly to Adrian

is friends with Hami

Adrian Géarán:

Nervous Malnutritioned anxiety filled tired mess

Has emotionally linked fire abilities (does not like having them)

likes to make little robots!

Easily bullied

Missing an arm

Struggles with normal life

Blames himself for Andys death

Looks unintentionally vaguely like Fry from Futurama

Chris:

Leader of a summer camp for kiddos

Huge fan of the outdoors

Loves to garden

Red head with freckles

Healthy!

Good build, a little on the below-average male height

Likes to hike

Loves kids

Strong but pacifistic

Great smile

Surprisingly a little shy around other adults

Bisexual

Himbo energy

Douglas Connelly:

Just a regular chubby guy

His chub is only important because this man gives some of the best hugs, he's like a marshmallow

He is outwardly confident about his size, even if it sometimes worries him internally

He loves music, loves to groove in the kitchen while making snacks

Always open for roommates and new friends (one of his roommates is a hot bartender called Donovan)

A bit awkward but he tries his best.

Tucker:

Badass

Bunny hybrid (ears :3)

White hair

Likes to wear denim jackets

Fast runner

Has had experience working in the force

Izekiel Iris:

Bruised and abused in a facility

Was turned from human into A being of made of Paint (Useful? no. Fun? yes. Rainbow blood anyone?)

Loves painting

Wallflower

Easily anxious

Loves to draw on his own arms

Matthew Libelle:

Aka Matty Very delayed development wise as well as Autistic

Very much a texture lad, soft blankets are his thing.

Doesn't like loud sounds ( who does honestly).

Tries his hardest to function normally but it's hard.

Watermelon colours are his fav. Green hoodie is his fav.

Has watermelon pink hair.

Gale:

Eldritch bab

Was cursed by a group of guys who were messing with magics they didn't understand

Did in fact murder said group of guys and is traumatised by the idea he has become a monster

hears voices

Has Tendrils that have burst out of his back

Has the ability to move from this realm to the Eldritch planes and back. (is terrified of said planes)

Doesn't have a home

Black curly hair- frizzy- shimmers like Slick oil

Shy type kinda, tall Pale. cold.

Kinda wishes he could just go back to normal.

Would really like to eat some fresh warm bread.

Rowan maverick

Was abandoned as a teen

Also known as Rogue/Red.

Lost some of their tongues making them mute

Trained Assassin.

Previously part of a cult

Addict to painkillers (Caused by the mental issues from the cult and the loss of tongue.)

Bad with Physical affection

Could use a friend

Jace

Cop/Ex Cop.

Laid off after an incident

Has a pubby called Otis

Likes the occasional beer

Dad energy

Issac Merewen

Was previously a Teacher - grade 11/12s

Kidnapped and kept Drugged the hell up.

Was given the new name: Jess/Jack. AKA The Jester

Now has Amnesia problems .(Anomic aphasia)

Was stored Cramped in box.

Needs glasses. (Long sighted. Cant see Infront of him for shit without glasses. He specifically likes round ones :3)

Natrually Blonde

He was very inspired by the Chitty Chitty bang bang scene, “Doll on a music box”.

- He naturally has two different coloured eyes :D

-He likes podcast n occasionally audiobooks. Its good for learning/remembering words, and way easier than straining his eyes. Although it is upsetting occasionally when he can remember more of a book/podcast he’s into more than real words or real-life things.

Tyrone Li

Incubus.

Wise, Patient, caring.

Brown tattoos wind up his hips and torso, curling around his chest around his heart, and around his back, flaring at his neck.

Glasses.

Loves plants and flora

Sex lost meaning when he was younger. He wants true intimacy again but he wants to find the right person..

Glamors hide the following features:

Tail, brown that gradients into Green, Leaf like tip.

Horns, curled. (green tipped :0)

Glamors break usually after a certain period of time regardless of feeding, however, during bad situations/fight the body may unglamour to reserve the last of its energy.

Caspian:

Basically immortal but can die (Reincarnations)

Not a pacifist, but not instantly into violence

He was blessed by the Heart of the Ocean (Shes wonderful <3)

Can control water, can do minor healing with water

Can make water bubble/ boil when angry

Glowy veins when powers are active

He has had many many lives

Soft..caring..Doesnt remember alot of his past..

Doesn't know how many times hes died

Doesn't have alot of family or friends

Goes on many adventures

Elio Solren.

Nickname: Sunshine

Good lad.

Is a shapeshifter Dealt with being told he was happy and always upbeat. People leaving or ignoring him whenever he wasn't started building this sense of need to be happy all the time for others.

Lots of struggles with self image. Being perfect. Appeasing everyone. Poor self body love/self body image.

Is scared about The hate from humans about shifters. The jealousy and fear about them being able to hide behind other faces.

Smiles to hide the pain

Punk/hipster vibes

Intricate golden tattoos

Doesn't open up easily

Doesn't like to admit to being in pain

Kotori

AKA Corey

Owl lad!

Bright yellow piercing eyes. But is totally blind. (Face scars)

Loves music.

Plays the uke.. hums..sings sometimes.

Big wings- like barn owl.

Likes to perch in trees

Jeremey Caulfield

Winter baby

Was left bleeding in the snow at some point

Father Lovely old man (John)

Mother died (Ellie)

Birthday December 23h

Blue eyes

Black hair

Russel

Box boy

Glasses

Red hair

Real sweetheart

Really needs more dev ; ;

Jules

Loves tofu n chicken

Touchstarved

Stubborn af

Kicks ass!

Has Sass

Wears binders/sports bras for Lotsa running n such

Black hair big messy pigtails

Dark brown eyes.

Has a navy bear sleeps with it ‘doesn't care’ about it but does

Gymnast/kickboxing. Bandages around hands

Loved swinging bars since being a kiddo

Trampolines!!

Participates in Underground fight ring to make easy money

Sleeps on just a mattress

Has a laptop for study work but she's slowly giving up on bothering.

(She's not one originally but Werewolf Jules is one of my fav things)

Miles

Part mole, part orphan

Lives underground

Very light-sensitive

Is colourblind

Absolute nerd

loves tinkering with things

is scared of humans

very foggy memories of his parents.

Leilah/ Lei

Can make/control shadows.

Owns a Magic skull(Speaks to it)

Lives in the woods

Wears a skull to spook off people from her woods

Has Tattoos that are shadow/absorb shadows

Kinda bad at maintaining friendships

Emotionally Distant

Wears a cloak.

Bao Ketsuyki

Blood magic bab

Short

East Asian.

Pink/red medium length hair

Big pretty red flower scar from blood magic use on her shoulder/ back.

Little bit foolish, little bit reckless.

Has almost died a few times from her magic use.

Oran Audun

Pale

Punk

Irish

Plays Guitar

Writes in journal, occasionally song lyrics, occasionally little messy ink drawings.

Easy to aggravate (On edge) however is trying to learn how to meditate and be calmer

Covered head to toe in scars but still tries to find confidence in himself. He doesn't find it unattractive, but he feels like others have no need to witness his scars.

loves wearing leather/fabric wrist bracelets

Unwelcome hands have used his body as a research object

Very very against physical contact, needs to break into it.

Ray

Social worker works mainly with kids.

Has a Shy guy tattoo.

His family consists of a Good ma, younger sister, and super baby brother

Dad died but dad was good.

Dirty blonde hair, kinda messy

Short, 5’

Socks the pupper is his helpful lil buddy (hes so round and white and fluffy)

Super dad vibes.

Owen

a hockey player n gymnast.

His mother died when he was about 9.

has an older brother who is a bit of a big jock type

quite protective and caring of his two much younger siblings.

ended up in a nasty scuffle though at some point during his more competitive years in Hockey

This leads to following his passion for Gym

Pole vault, the rings, trampoline.

Still plays hockey among mates or strangers on the weekends in the cold months tho

Ends up taking a position as a gym teacher for kids after taking a childhood course since he was so good at it.

actually a really sweet guy

Soft but likes his sport and jokes.

He can hold his own somewhat more than he appears.

has blue tips/stripes in his blonde hair.

He often wears varsity jackets or baseball tees. As well as a couple other sport wear shirts. (A. Good few are from his bro ofc. Free merch)

He's short but he's got a fairly decent build on him.

He's got a surprisingly good tackle if you aren't careful. And a good grip strength.

Nohea

but everyone calls him Noah.

Works at a Boba tea cafe..

likes to surf.

has an Epic board.

Back and shoulders all littered with lines and tic tac toe-like scars.

he's the type to brush off any questions and change topic while smiling. But not super bubbly. Just. Go lucky.

has a few friends who like to hang out at the cafe

Was in a surfing accident that involved a lot of rocks.

Ila

4’8 Soft. Short.

Ready to protect.

Loves to bake!!!

Smells like a vanilla cupcake most of the time

Isn't afraid to fight although isn't trained

likes Yoga ( and yoga pants)

Needs glasses but doesn't wear them (tsk tsk, unless tryign to read recipes)

Dyes hair silver/white

Jake

Homeless

Snake hybrid can transform his lower half from human legs to tail

Also has fangs, and therefore venom

He's got a lot of sass

Can be a bit of an asshole but soft around the right people

Isn't used to kindness

doesn't cry easily

Steals food

Mac Hiato

Also known as Caf

5’6

Very Grumpy.

Very often has bags under his eyes.

Hoodie is life

Insomnia has serious trouble sleeping.

Has nightmares of strangulation

Occasionally sufferers sleep paralysis

Scared of dark- night lights

Owns a mouse called Bean

Does freelancing webdesgisn/coding as job.

Sits like a gay.

Lives on coffee

Minorly Lactose intolerant

Has One bad eye

Neema

Egyptian

Mechanic

Her dad's a mechanic and used to bring her to work all the time

dead mum: which affected her ability to emote.

Works part time at the garage

Dad likes to bring gifts on their small catch-ups that happen every once in a while.

Sheeee. Suffers a bit of resting bitch face.

she's kinda stunted emotionally because she was raised by her dad, who, isn't great with emotions himself being a man's man and all.

She's very much a tomboy gal. Doesn't exactly get dressed up. because she finds it tiresome and not "her".

Also if she did/does have friends the nickname Nemo 100% crops up because it's sadly alll too fitting but also kinda sweet.

She's actually really into cars and mechanics. Which is one of the few good reasons her dad and her are close.

She's hard to get to know, very quiet. And if you're someone who dominates the conversation she won't speak up much, but you'll be surprised to how much she's listened.

Just because she looks tired and done doesn't actually mean she feels that way.

Samson (Lemonade boi)

His name is Samson, but he prefers Sun/Sunny. (Other more affectionate nicknames include Lemondrop and Sunflower.)

He really likes going out to markets and stuff like that, little stalls or knick knack shops to find the odd kinda items.

He also really likes wandering big forests. (Hes got some o that fae energy) He collects various cool stones/rocks/plants from some of them. He also has some small vials from waterfalls and ponds he’s encountered)

He wants to practice magic to become a witch! He loves the candles and rocks and other cool things that come with the craft. (He inherited things from his father)

He really likes loose fitting shirts too, like flowy things, ones with sleeves that drape past your fingers, or has extra fabric on the bottom that dangle down past hips. (Sometimes they come from the ladies section just because they’re softer and have more variety. Others from op shops and other niche little stores.)

He bought a cologne from a witch that looks cursed but the only curse is that it makes the one who puts it on smell like citrus..so not much of curse. (The bottle looks fuckin neato tho)

He looves fizzy drinks. Doesn’t mind his alcohol either, however it takes a surprising amount to get him on his ass despite looking like a serious lightweight.

He’s pretty average in build, bit of muscle in his arms, some fat on his thighs. Slight pouch of a tum (cause no ones flat and thats unrealistic :<)

He’s about 5′4. So not tall, but not the shortest of the short.

He kinda likes to backpack about. Not staying in places long if they get boring. Which means he is kinda jack of all trades when it comes to work, offering to fix things for pay, lots of casual work doing various things.(One of his favorites was helping a little old lady run a paint shop.)

He occasionally snorts when he laughs and tries not to.

He has his ears pierced, and he has a little yellow gemed stud in his nose.

The ring around his neck he found in the middle of a patch of mushrooms.

He has a couple other tattoos. One of them is of bubbles up his wrist :3 He also has some stars on his ankle, and a sunflower on one of his fingers on his left hand.

He’s not super in to gardening but he does have his lemon tree. He also wants to grow some mandarins

His eyes look silver in a lot of lights, but occasionally there’s some strange hints of yellow, and other times blue.

He has freckles!!!! that look alot like bubbles ;)

He has a twin brother called Fraser.

Scrunches his nose

Hides his laughter behind his hand

[queenrandomblogs]

Enigma - Year 1

Enigma Series Masterlist

— — — — — —

Y e a r O n e

— — — — — —

a crash followed by a curse can be heard inside a suburban looking house. it was white in color and had two terraces and only one balcony. inside the house, we see a woman, seemingly in her late 30s, with her face scrunched up in pain as her right hand held her left one. she looked at her left hand only to hiss in pain and shake it as if it hurt.

“you alright, ma?” the woman turned around to see a boy, in his early teens, looking at her in concern. the boy had some features of the woman which mad either clear that they were mother and son. “i'm alright, hun.” a weak smile appeared on the woman's lips as she hid the fact that her left hand hurt from her son. “why don't you go wake kenzie up? she had a rough night,” the woman suggested as she turned back to what she was cooking. “ren can do that,” the teen replied as he neared his mother. “here. let me help you, ma.” without even waiting for a response, he took the frying pan and spatula from his mother's hands and nodded at the chopping board. “why don't you just chop the ingredients and i cook?” he suggested which made his mother smile and kiss his cheek. “thanks, hun.” she then went to the chopping board and grabbed a knife before carefully cutting what needed to be cut. “no problem, ma.”

a second later and yet another teen emerge from the hallway of the house. “what's for breakfast, mom?” their mother barely had time to even react before the first teen turned around and pointed at the new teen with his free hand. “you, ren, are going to wake kenzie up.” ren raised an eyebrow at his seemingly older brother. “all i asked was what we were eating for breakfast, ralph and why do i have to do it?” ralph turned around and looked at ren with deadpanned eyes. “mom and i are cooking, dad's in the shower still which leaves you to wake our dear sister up.” ren looked back at ralph with equally deadpanned eyes. “i just was what was for breakfast.” the woman, their mother sighed and stopped chopping. “ralph, ren stop it. ren, go wake your sister up, she had a rough night and ralph—” said teen flinched at the sharp tone his mother used. “don't be so mean to your siblings.” the town teens then sighed and mumbled a sorry as they went on their way, ralph cooking and ren on his way to wake kenzie up.

said girl was peacefully sleeping when a sharp knock followed by a threat — “kenzie, wake up or i'll drench you with ice cold water.” — interrupted her much needed sleep. a groan escaped her lips as the young teen refused to wake up but she knew that her brother wasn't joking with his threat which made her groan even more. “i'm up! i'm up!” she shouted to her brother as she merely later on her bed, staring at the ceiling not wanting to move just yet. “you better be or else you'll have to walk all the way to school!” fuck. she forgot that day was the first day of school. fuck. it's the first day of high school. shit. with that realization, she shot up from her bed and stumbled to her bathroom, cursing as her feet hit her study table. a laugh can be heard fading from her bedroom door as ren began to walk away while laughing as he heard his younger sister curse like a sailor. “shut up, you twat!” she yelled to her brother only to flinch as her mother yelled back. “mckenzie caitlin snow!” yup. she was screwed. and it was only seven in the morning. wait. seven? even more fuck. “sorry, mother!” she yelled as she finally got to her bathroom and set out to take one very quick bath.

not even five minutes later, footsteps can be heard running down the stairs as kenzie emerged from the hallway. “sorry ma. i overslept.” said woman just sighed and gestured to the only chair directly across from her. it seems as though the rest of the family was already sitting in their respective seats at the dining table. sheepishly, she sat down and the family was finally able to eat their breakfast.

—

“stay safe!” their mother yelled as the three siblings went inside their oldest sibling's car. “we will, ma!” ralph yelled back as ren and kenzie both waved at their mother before they were on their way to their school. the ride was silent as neither of the three wanted to speak to each other. ren and kenzie promptly decided to just look at their phones and scroll through social media. “you excited for your first year in high school huh, buttercup?” ralph asked as he tried to get both of his younger siblings to start talking. mckenzie sighed and offed her phone, knowing that she wouldn't be able to escape the conversation. “quite frankly, no.” ren smothered a snort as ralph's face fell at her answer. “why not?” ralph pestered, trying to get her to talk more. mckenzie sighed and turned to her brother as he continued to drive ignoring how ren offed his phone and leaned back to his seat, clearly enjoying the conversation. “ralph, i'm fourteen going on fifteen and i'm like, what? 5'8"? everyone's going to make fun of me.” both her brothers fell silent at that. it's a known fact within the neighborhood that the snow siblings were tall for their age. it wasn't weird for the boys because boys were naturally tall but for kenzie, it was quite a problem. being 5'8" and a 14 year old is very, very weird and more often than not, she gets teased by it. not that she cared though. her friends made sure to remind her that she's amazing no matter her height and age but when you're starting out your highschool, it's quite hard not to be scared of being made fun of for being tall. it wasn't as though there aren't other girls that's tall in the school, it's just that kenzie just felt weird to be as tall as she is. it's a insecurity of hers. “kenzie, you won't be made fun of—” ren started only to be cut off by mckenzie herself. “would you look at that? we're already here. time to go,” she said in a rush as she opened the door just as her brother began to slow down at the sight of the school nearing. “wait, kenzie, no—!” she didn't wait to hear what her brother was saying as she close the door and speed walked her way to the school. what a great way to start out the semester. a sigh escaped her lips as she tried to find her two best friends while also going to the place all freshmen were told to go to.

—

“there she is!” mckenzie turned around and smiled as she saw her two best friends run to her, with their hands together. it was hard to miss kaitlyn's purple hair. “hey girls,” she said as the two neared making the three burst out laughing at the inside joke. mckenzie looked at the two — ignoring the insecurities that came creeping when she had to bend her head to look at them — and smiled. “would you look at that? we're in highschool!” kaitlyn said excitedly as both her and sally laughed in response.

the three girls met during their middle school years and quickly became quick friends that slowly turned to best friends thoughtout the years. mckenzie, to this day, always looked back at their first meeting fondly and couldn't help but feel glad that she met the two. “you're excited about that? i'm here wondering why on earth they even allowed you to dye your hair purple at such a young age!” mckenzie exclaimed which led to the three of them laughing again. “you know her, kenz.” sally nudged her with a smile as she nodded at kaitlyn who was showing of her hair in a way that made the two smile and nearly laugh again. “she has 'her ways',” sally continued as the two of them laughed only to laugh even more when they heard kaitlyn huff in faux annoyance.

“children, children.” the three friends looked at each other in confusion before they turned to look at the stage only to smile widely at the sight of their school's principal, prof. rowan. he was their class adviser last school year and safe to say, he was a good teacher. not too strict but strict enough. “welcome to your first year as high schoolers!” he yelled making them all cheer, well, all but a select few. mckenzie's eyes searched the whole area they were in noting how most, if not all, older students came to watch their ceremony which made her even more nervous than before. her eyes then caught a familiar figure which made her flinch and look back only to see nothing. a sigh escaped her lips. come on, kenzie. get your head out of there. “you alright?” a hand placed itself on her shoulders making her flinch and snap out of it. “yeah, yeah. sorry, i thought i saw something.” she ignored the worried looks she received from kaitlyn and sally and proceeded to listen into prof. rowan's announcement. “as per tradition, each and every one of you, children will be divided into the three divisions based on your skills. the artistic division—” cheers and yells can be heard straight ahead making all of us look up to see the artistic division cheering. “the athletic division—” this time, the cheers came from their right. “and finally, the academic division—” surprisingly, the academic division only nodded and clapped their hands politely as a majority continued to stare at the freshmen to try and deduce which of them would be in their division. “i wonder what division i'll be in,” kaitlyn whispered to her and sally making the two turn to look at her and shake their heads. “you're either in the artistic or athletic,” sally replied as if it was obvious which it was. out of the three of them, kaitlyn was the most athletic and let's not forget how she's also very artistic with her singing and dancing skills. said girl blushed and began stuttering before she pointed at sally defensively. “well, if you seem to know, what division will you be in?” mckenzie raised an eyebrow before shaking her head. “i'd either be in the artistic one or the academic one.” sally stilled as she slowly nodded. “oh yeah.” while kaitlyn was the most athletic and skilled in singing and dancing, sally was skilled in painting and arts and was very, very smart. “what about me?” mckenzie asked not with curiosity but with humor. the deadpanned looks she received made her blink and tilt her head. “kenz, you're obviously in academics—” sally then cut kaitlyn off. “or in artistic with your writing skills.” the two looked at each other and shrugged missing how mckenzie stayed silent at their words. that's right. all she was good for was her smarts and nothing else. the thought made her bitter and hate herself but she hid it with a laugh and smile. “of course.” sally and kaitlyn failed to notice the bitterness in her tone or how her eyes seemed to dull as they conversed within themselves, mckenzie not bothering to join in or listen.

“hansen, sally!” said girl jumped at the sound of her name before slowly moving forward after being reassured by her friends' smiles. every stayed silent as she walked, most marvelling at her beauty and while others in bitterness at her figure. out of the three of them, sally had the most fans with her kind personality and her smarts as well as her cuteness. sally neared the stage and went up only to be met with prof. rowan's smile. she returned it shakily as she put her hand on the seemingly floating orb in the middle of the stage and watched with bated breath as the orbital began to glow and assess her. a few seconds later the words “artistic” floated above the orb and for all to see. the said division cheered as they welcomed their new member with cheers and smiles. while she was smiling and clapping for her friend, mckenzie was internally panicking as she knew that there was little to no chance that she'd be in the same division as her friends. “howard, kaitlyn!” the purple head girl smiled shakily at her which made her nudge her softly. “go on,” mckenzie whispered to her which gave her enough courage to strut her way to the stage ignoring the stares of awe and respect she received from her courageous front. kaitlyn then did the same thing as sally and got the same result. she, too, was in the artistic division. oh, fuck. her eyes met sally's and kaitlyn's from their spot at the side of the stage where all divided students were place for their second division and she smiled shakily. soon, her name was called.

“snow, mckenzie!” the tall girl gulped and carefully hid her panic with a calm facade as she slowly but surely walked to the stage, her head high and her face not showing anything. she nodded as she passed by prof. rowan before her eyes began to scan all that were watching her. her eyes met her brothers making her look back at the orb and sighing. she slowly put her hand on it and watched with a sinking feeling as the orb began to glow yet again only for her division to stare back at her. “academics” stared back at her as her eyes met with her friends. she ignored the claps and respect she received — getting into academics was a hard challenge for you need to be incredibly smart to do so — as she desperately tried to hide her sadness. oh, no. she was in a different division from sally and kaitlyn. oh, fuck.

she numbly walked back down the stage and ignored the sad looks she received from sally and kaitlyn. her dull eyes met with a teacher's eyes as the teacher smiled at her. the woman looked at the board she had and smiled back at mckenzie. “ms. snow, you'll be in section 1.” the words shocked the teen but kenzie nodded back either way. “thank you,” she whispered to the teacher as she moved to the space all section 1 students were located in, noting happily how sally and kaitlyn were there as well. maybe highschool wouldn't be that bad.

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[chhandlrs]

[ MUSE 15 ]  ●●  is that  KRISTINE FROSETH  ? no, that’s just  NORAH CHANDLER  , the  EIGHTEEN  year old  CIS FEMALE  who is a  HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR  . some say they’re  BRASH & RESTLESS , but their family and friends will swear they’re  LOYAL & IMPASSIONED . when i think of them, i think of  speeding down a moonlight highway with the windows down, chain smoking cigarettes outside of the party, flower petals crumbling in your palm, shoes slapping the pavement. it almost sounds like running .  i wonder if HER family knows that SHE WAS CHEATING ON HER BOYFRIEND BEFORE HIS DEATH .  ●● ( nica && 20 && cst && she / her ) 

hello everyone !!  to start i have to say .. i can’t believe it took me so long to discover this group because it’s GORGEOUS and so fresh and full of such wonderful writers god can you tell i’m excited to be here ??  i’m nica and as of right now  ( wink wink )  this is my only child, hot mess miss norah chandler !!  please excuse this awkward period while i’m still fleshing her out because she is a BRAND NEW muse but i love her sm already .  SO bio under the cut !!

❝  SHE LIVES IN DAYDREAMS WITH ME  ❞  ...  GENERAL 

full name :  norah lane chandler 

age & dob :  eighteen yrs & september 16 

zodiac :  virgo 

mbti :  ENFJ 

religion :  raised somewhat catholic , agnostic 

��  SHE'S THE FIRST ONE THAT I SEE  ❞  ...  APPEARANCE 

 defining attributes :  doe eyed , round cheeks , long dirty blonde / light brown hair , tall, slender frame 

height :  5′8 

distinct attributes :  a birthmark just between her shoulder blades, pierced ears 

❝  AND I DON’T KNOW WHY  ❞  ...  BIOGRAPHY 

none of the chandler children were accidents  ( quite the opposite, norah’s birth was carefully planned, as though she was a project and not a labor of love )  but she loves to believe that her birth was as reckless  -- even meaningless --  as the rest of her life to follow. 

though her parents’ affection for each other may have lessened over the years, norah was brought up with love from the both of them. her brother’s shadow may have loomed over her head -- the golden boy, the perfect son -- but she didn’t often feel competition for a spot in the family, nor did she ever resent rowan. 

she embraced the spotlight in other places. at school, where she seemed undeniably able to attract attention just for existing, for flashing a smile or curling a strand of hair around a delicate finger. at parties, where she snuck off to when her parents had gone to sleep. she liked to be a spectacle. she craved the adoration. ashcroft was small, but being known made her feel large. 

her reputation was less sparkling than her brother’s. that perfect chandler family ..  except for the one. not a black sheep by any means, but norah didn’t feel the need to uphold any traditional values. she grew bored easily, spoke her mind sometimes a bit too loudly, shook up family dinners with tales of wild nights and boasted about drunken mistakes at the lunch table.   ‘ she’s a wild card, that norah. ’ 

norah always held dreams of making it out of the suburbs closest to her heart. guarded, maybe because she feared hurting her family with the admittance. despite everything  ..  her unruliness, her tendency to disappoint  ..  she was strongly devoted to her family. still sometimes her wings felt clipped by the neat houses all lined up in a row and the crowded house parties where everyone knew her name. 

DYLAN was her first boyfriend. she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t had a crush on him for years, the boy her brother always brought over to the house, the one she used to catch bugs with outside, who drove her to homecoming so she didn’t have to show up alone. she loved him. a difficult thing for someone as fickle as norah to admit, but she loved him. 

how do you tame a wild thing ?  despite her feelings for her boyfriend, or maybe because of them, norah ended up in the bed of another once. then twice. then another time again. she and dylan had been dating for over a year by then, had talked about marriage, about settling into a house in ashcroft and raising a family. maybe it scared her, being stuck forever. maybe love was the one thing that really truly scared her, silenced her, made her cowardly. 

she was with the other boy when she received the news of her brother’s crash. four missed calls from her father. ten from her mother. one last text.   ‘ your brother is driving me home. ’ 

no one knows but her, and she’ll let is fester. let it eat her up inside, let it create a rift so big she can hardly look at her own brother without seeing red. it’s better than sharing the truth. 

❝  I DON’T KNOW WHO SHE IS ❞  ...  WANTED CONNECTIONS 

the OTHER man  ..  really huge part of norah’s secret, quite literally the other half. bonus points if he knew dylan or her brother. 

her CLOSEST FRIENDS ..  fellow ashcroft high students, some college students as norah never quite stuck to any age group. big party crowd 

a BOSS ?? ..  norah probably has a job that she isn’t any good at, maybe she works for one of the older muses ? 

hook ups ..  anyone to distract her from the fact that she’s been permanently branded the girl with the dead boyfriend throughout the entire town 

rivals / enemies / frenemies ..  she doesn’t get along with everyone, this list would possibly be larger than her list of friends. an acquired taste , this one 

family friends ..  friends of her brother’s , friends of her parents , the children she was forced to hang around at neighborhood block parties and barbecues 

MENTOR figure ..  an older muse that wants to take norah under their wing, a confidant, someone who sees she’s spiraling more so lately than she had been before 

BLACKMAIL ..  anyone who might have figured out she was cheating on dylan , maybe someone who doesn’t know for sure but has their suspicions. 

anything else ??  i’m sure i’m missing things in this section but i’m down for any wild dramatic angsty sweet plots you have to throw my way !!  LIKE this post & i’ll message you to plot xx

[thenovelist101]

Wandered

Chapter 2

Wandered- Chapter Two

Once upon a time not long ago Vincent Rowan Merger was a hyper 7 year old boy that had dirty trousers and messy hair. He enjoyed making mud pies and tools out of wooden sticks, vines, and rocks. His one year old sister was not identified as a person with magic yet.

There was a specific event that changed Vincent as a person (as much changing that a six year old can get). It was when his parents dropped him and his sister off to stay with their grandfather. He lived by a lake and had a warm smile that Vince always wanted. The reason why they were with their grandfather was because their parents had been invited to a special burning of a magic being. Vincent always wondered what magic was...

One day the three were walking by the lake, Grandfather cradling Mirai in one arm and holding Vince’s hand in the other. His grandfather was talking about how he loved large bodies of water when Vince decided to pop up the question.

“Grandpapa, what’s a witch?” The old man showed a sympathetic smile and said, “People who have magic, which is like a special power.” “Really? Do I have powers? Am I a witch?” Grandfather’s smile faded. “Fortunately you’re not. Otherwise they would take you away from me.” Vince’s head tilted. “Who’s they?” Grandfather hesitated, looking for the right words. “People who don’t like magic.” Vince thought for a moment. “But it’s cool to have magic powers grandpapa! I find them people who don’t like magic very bad.” “Yes, very bad indeed.” There was a soft breeze. “So why don’t they like them?” Vincent asked. “Because people have issues. Sometimes people can’t handle things that are different.”

Mirai yawned softly, nuzzling into her grandfather’s chest. Vince observed the ground and kicked a rock.

“I don’t know about you, but I like things that are different.” Grandfather was elated to hear that. “Keep being like that my boy.” The two stopped to sit on a big rock that looked out to the lake. The sun was setting. There was a long silence.

“Did you know that I was the one that named you Vincent?” His grandfather whispered. Vince shook his head. “It’s a very odd name. I wish I was named something else.” He said. Grandfather ruefully laughed. “It’s the name of an artistic person. It’s from a different culture. I don’t know how, but an eccentric man was named that.” “Oh, that’s nice. I think.” Vince scratched his head. Grandfather looked fondly at Mirai. “Her name is very special. I convinced your father that I should name her. They weren’t very interested since she was a girl.” “Why weren’t they interested?” “People issues. Girls tend to be the ‘weaker sex’. Of course to me that’s not true. Your grandmother was always the ruler of the house.” “Oh, okay. You can continue now.”

Grandfather smiled, because he looked at Vincent with a shred of hope he wouldn’t turn into everybody else. That maybe, he’d have a heart unlike his parents. Grandfather spoke. “Somewhere else in the world, Mirai means miracle. Another place she means future. She’s a miracle to us and is your future, as weird as that sounds.”

Vince looked at her. All he saw was a baby. The young boy tugged at the old man’s sleeve. “Don’t you mean our future, grandpapa? And I don’t think she’s that special.” Another soft smile came onto Grandfather’s face.

“One day I won’t be here anymore. I’ll be up in the sky watching over you.” Vince’s jaw dropped. “Will you fly there?” “Yes. I’m going to fly away to be with your grandmother.” “Ah, okay. You’ll watch her too, right?” He pointed at his baby sister. The grandpa wrapped one arm around Vince. A part of the young boy’s face was buried into the side of the man’s body. His grandpa smelled like the sea and peppermint. This was the only moment in time where Vincent felt so secure in his life. “Of course, but that’s why you’ll be here Vincent. I know that you’ll protect her and make sure she’s okay. But for you, I want you to know that I’m always going to be there for you, even if you think no one is.” Vince smiled at this recognition. “I think I can live with that.” He said.

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Saying farewell to someone is a very hard thing, and for Vince it seemed so difficult. When his Grandpa gave him a hug and his goodbyes, Vincent started to cry. He tried to choke out the words “I love you.” yet Mrs.Merger pulled his hand out of the house and into the carriage. He wiped his eyes on the seat and looked out the back window. He saw Grandfather waving. He waved back. The carriage started to move and the image of the person he loved most and the house faded away.

One year later Vincent’s Grandfather flew up to the skies. It was an odd notion to Vince, while he held his sister’s hand as the body rode off inside a carriage. His biggest regret was not running after it. Maybe, Vince thought, it was a huge mistake and he was still alive being suffocated inside the box. Perhaps, Vince thought, he decided to fly back because he missed us. Vincent wondered if he would ever come back to visit them. Children always had foolish thoughts.

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Vincent could remember the day his sister showed signs of magic very vividly. It was a day where he had no school, a day where he could do whatever he wanted. During the morning, he was fumbling with his tunic and trying to tuck it in his pants. He sighed in front of the mirror and looked at his nine year old body.

Then he head a sudden scream. It was his mother. He ran downstairs and saw Mirai standing in the corner of the kitchen while his mother had a broom ready for attack in her hands. “What happened Mother?!” “The devil is inside her!” Vince looked at the small child and then the adult in the room. “Mirai?” Her head nodded violently. Vincent stifled a half laugh. “Very funny, little Murray would never do such a thing.” He went over to Mirai, ignoring her Mother’s curses. She held out her small arms and Vincent scooped her up in his. “What on earth are you doing?! Put her down!” “Stop being such a fuss.” He said back. “VINCENT ROWAN MERGER PUT THE DEMON DOWN!” Vincent looked at her mother’s face, and she was ultimately terrified. Suddenly a wave of worry washed over him. He put Mirai down, who was now whining to get held again.

Now let’s rewind ten minutes from this moment: The woman who had a tight bun was known to be Mrs.Merger, was clambering on about some gossip she heard in the marketplace. It is good to know that in this time period, the tradition was that the men were income of money while the woman were in charge of the house and children.

Mrs.Merger did not get an education and had to do all the work for her father, since her mother passed when she was very little. She lived a life of harassment and neglect, and her personality only softened a little after meeting Mr. Merger. Only a little.

However, having a sad past does not make up for being a mean mother. Although Mirai was four, she was peeling oranges and separating them into bowls. The juice squirted in her eye and she started to whimper. Her mother turned around to her. “What’s wrong with you?” “Eye.” Mirai pointed one finger at her eyes while she rubbed it with the other. “Get over it and work faster.” Her mother snapped. She left the room to fetch a towel.

When she came back all the cupboard doors were open. The woman gasped, her pulse quickened. The towel slipped out of her hands. Mrs.Merger looked at Mirai, who had a red eye. She was continuing to put the peels into the bucket. The woman mumbled to herself. She closed all the cupboard doors and eyed the baby, and then left the room again. Mirai watched her leave. She looked at the cupboards for a brief moment and then shrugged. When Mrs.Merger came back she saw all the cupboards open again, and Mirai giggling. Before the mother could comprehend anything she saw oranges float around Mirai’s little head. Mirai tried to reach them like it was a game. That’s when she screamed. Mirai was so scared everything seemed to drop and roll onto the floor. Mrs.Merger took the mop and started poking her daughter. “Get off you urchin! Get in that corner!” Mirai—who was terrified of when their mother was angry like most children— ran off into the corner of the room.

Now that this is aware, Vincent now stood in between the two females in confusion. “This is a very sick joke mother...” “I’M NOT LYING! GET AWAY FROM THAT BEAST!” “Don’t call her that.” He said sternly. Vincent looked to the side of the kitchen to see all the opened cupboard doors. “So you’re saying Mirai opened all the doors...” “That’s right! And the orange!” “Right...the oranges.” Vincent peered down to Mirai. She was sucking her thumb and holding onto his loose shirt.

“What are we doing! I must call the Magic Hunters immediately!” Mrs.Merger cried. She flailed up her arms dramatically. The word “magic” rung a bell in Vincent’s head. He thought of his grandfather. She’s magic. He thought. Then he remembered something else. They’re going to take her away. Vincent’s head started to fog in terrible ideas. He didn’t know where to take his ship of thoughts. “No! No, no, no!” Vincent said picking Mirai up. He ran over to his mother who was grabbing her purse. “Put that thing down now! I know you’re scared sweetie, but they’ll take of her.” She made her way to the door. “No they won’t! They’ll do the complete opposite!” The woman stopped at the doorway and turned around. “How do you know that?” “Grandfather told me.” He said. The woman cursed. “That man always had a screw loose for telling children that. Stay here.” She left through the door. “Hey! Don’t say that!” Vincent yelled. The door slammed shut. “Um, let’s go.” He said. He grabbed Mirai’s arm and went outside.

They lived right in the middle of the village square, when horses, people, and carts were infested with. Mirai was being blindly pushed by many bodies, concentrating on not letting go of her older brother’s hand. She bumped into a boy who was the same height as her, who had dark blue eyes. He fell on his bottom. “Ow.” “Sorry!” Mirai called. She never got to make out the face of that boy. She hoped he was alright.

The young boy who fell to the ground scraped his hand. He could see little droplets of blood sliding off his hand. He sniffed. His father—who had a soft and gentle voice— suddenly picked him up. “There you are, I was so scared. Are you hurt?” “Yes dada.” He held out his palm. The father took him to the side of the busy street and wiped the red blood. “Huh, there seems to be no cut, but let me know if it hurts again, okay?” “Okay.” The cut was gone. Blood would mean an open wound, yet there wasn’t any. It puzzled him that he was not hurting anymore. Something about that girl with the wild hair was off, but he forgot about it and went on with his day.

Vincent was running in circles. What was the point of this? He picked up Mirai and found his father in the distance, shaking an old businessman’s hand. His father was a wealthy man that was good at bargaining. He ran up to him.

“Father! Where’s mother?!” The mans’ eyes widened. “Why on earth are you two here?” “They-they’ll take her away!” “Who? Mirai?” Vince nodded. Mr.Merger saw her sucking her thumb and his lips creased into a smile. Vincent’s father bursted into laughter. “You’re kidding me, the last thing I expect from your sister is becoming a fugitive. Oh lord help us all!!” He laughed again. Two big men in dark blue uniforms walked quietly behind him while the man was wheezing with laughter. Vincent gulped and squeezed Mirai’s small hand. “Why are you in despair?” he asked. Vincent pointed behind him. Mr.Merger turned around and stumbled backwards. The pale and serious faces of well uniformed men said enough to Mr.Merger. His family was no longer a normal family. To make things worse, his wife was right with them. This is when all chaos broke loose.

[writingforshalyn-blog]

September 21, 2019. Mabon.

Today was Hadley’s birthday party, which was mostly a positive experience. Nobody acted crazy, Austin was fine, I guess. Rowan got upset at me, though. See, I had made plans to go to Garden of The Gods in Illinois. I’ll post some pictures, it’s a breathtaking place. The leaves have just begun turning colors and it’s Mabon season (autumn). When I found out that Katie and Rowan both had to work and I would have to watch the kid, I had a bit of an attitude and declared “I guess I’m just not going then.” We both dropped it, but today all of the attendees were at the birthday party and I realized 1) I really wanted to go and 2) I really didn’t want to disappoint my friends who really wanted me to go (particularly when it was my idea). I had the idea that I would talk to Rowan about seeing if Mark would watch [kids name]. She instantly got annoyed with me, which, taking time to think about it, I understand why. She wants to have things planned out and wants everything organized. However, I mostly feel like this is only because she was inconvenienced. 

Regardless, I still feel some guilt. Was I being selfish? Why had I just conceded the other day instead of being assertive and telling her I planned to go and tp start looking for alternatives? Well, because I like having an attitude sometimes, and because it’s easier to just drop an argument and worry about it later. I mean, it’s not like I make big plans like this every day or every week. We’d talked about going all summer and we had picked a good day to go. 

We have the baby sitting situation covered, Papaw to the rescue. I still feel selfish though, and it’s almost enough to make me cancel prematurely.

But, Mabon. I’m somehow thrilled to be able to go to such a beautiful place to celebrate the closing of summer, despite the guilt. I skipped out on midsummer and the other sabots, but I feel pulled to celebrate this one. It feels like a big deal. 

See, in the height of my depression, autumn was the hardest for me. Something about the darkness and the return to school dragged me down. I remember the worst of my depressive episodes taking place during the fall, and I remember taking a fresh breath in the spring. But now...my depression doesn’t seem to weigh me down. I don’t cry as easily as before. I don’t feel things as deeply. I take things with a grain of salt and I’ve been working on keeping others pain off of my shoulders. I don’t feel hopeless. I feel happy despite the living circumstances I’m subject to. What a relief that is, a relief you can only know if you’ve felt it. It feels new and limitless. 

Don’t get me wrong, I have bad days. I have times where I do cry. But no longer does it ruin my whole day or week, even, like before. And it makes me want to take advantage of every opportunity to have fun that there is. I’m scared that I will lose this new energy and I will be back where I was before. 

I want to tell Rowan this, but it feels unfair and braggy, as she still struggles so much. I hope that she can find relief from everything she struggles with. She deserves to be happy and enjoy things, too. She’s wonderful.

[ontowanderlust]

See you again

Note: Congratulations to @delicrieux for the 11k followers! I know this isn’t my best work but I’m still taking the risk of putting this thing out there....

Fandom: Potterverse, Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery

Characters: Jacob, Jacob’s sibling, F!MC

Summary: This isn’t an illusion isn’t it? This isn’t a dream of a dream where your brother is right there, right within your reach, is it?

=Masterlist=

First year.

You should’ve known better.

You’re a L/N, are you not? Your blood runs purely through your veins, your family belongs to the elite, the most prominent; you’re an heiress to a vast fortune.

So the question now is why the hell are you cowering in fear on a random classroom like a frightened prey?

Why is it one of the pureblood princesses scared of a mere student who couldn’t even cast lumos?

It’s not like she has more power than you. It’s not like she has more experience than you-not like she’s better than you. But she did get the best of you, tricked you like a true Slytherin can.

Oh if your parent get the wind of this...

No! Your eyes widened as you pulled your knees tighter to your chest. No, please. They can’t find out about the devil snare incident...I can’t, I don’t know what I would do... Father will- and Mother might-

So why didn’t you do something? Why let your naivety run free?

Why didn’t you defend yourself-stood against that miss-I-can’t-cast-lumos?

Pathetic.

You let out a gasp as your thoughts began to swarm you. Is it just you or is the room seemed smaller to you?

You couldn’t stay here, you need to leave before suffocation claims you, before your thoughts consumed you-especially when you’re all alone in this room but you couldn’t go back.

Not when Merula’s out there. Not when you are called the cursed student.

Not without Jacob.

Why did you leave without telling me Jakey? You choked. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t happy with our family? With me?

You didn’t know for how long you stayed in that room but you knew you couldn’t hide in there forever.

Such disgrace. You could almost hear the sneer of your father. No daughter of mine cowers in fear. Chin up! Look straight. A L/N never hides from their enemies.

Swallowing a sob, you stood up and steeled yourself, about to leave your sanctuary when something caught your attention.

What... in the world? What’s the use of a full body mirror in a classroom like this? For Divination purposes? You wondered. But this...is a Transfiguration classroom. Everyone knows McGonagall hates Divination.

You took careful steps, curiosity took over your being as you marveled at the size and the beauty of the mirror, albeit old and dusty, you couldn’t help but drawn to it.

Looking up, you could see there was an inscription engraved but with your height, you couldn’t reach to read what it says. Instead, you looked straight into the mirror only for you to step back, your sight blurring as it widened in surprise; the onslaught of emotions attacking you all at once.

It couldn’t be...right?

“J-jake?” you whispered, reverently as if the utterance of his name will shatter this illusion your mind seemed to conjure out of nowhere, and you’ll find yourself staring back to plain old you.

But it didn’t.

What amazed you more was that the conjured illusion of your brother smiled and waved at you. Your brother! Your missing brother is there, right there within arm’s reach!

Jacob!

With shaking hands, you hesitantly reached out to touch the glass, your eyes overflowing with silent tears as your lips quivered in delight.

This is an illusion, a dream of a dream. You knew that, but would it be selfish to say you wouldn’t want to leave this room? Would it be selfish to simply stay here watching your brother through the looking glass?

“Y/N? Are you here?”

You snapped back. shattering the moment causing you to curse Rowan and her impeccable timing. Wait, how long were you in here anyway? You furiously wiped your tears as you glanced back at the mirror where your brother had this thoughtful look etched upon his face.

He’s still there!

You wanted to stay so badly, to stay with your big brother without any care in the world. No pressure from your family, no Merula acting all mighty and superior-y. No one but you and your brother.

But you have to go. Otherwise, they might take this mirror too, the only thing you have just to see your brother again.

“Y/N?”

You sighed. Even if you were feeling down earlier, the sight of your brother magicked every worry you had, gone in an instant. “I need to go, Jacob. I’ll be back for you.” You promised as you hurriedly went on your way, hesitating at the last step.

You stole one more glance at the mirror, sighing in relief to see your brother with his usual serene expression. “I love you,” you whispered with hope that he hears it...even from afar.

That night, Professor Flitwick agreed to help you with your Merula problem and that’s when you realized, your brother never truly deserted you- that he left you with something far more interesting, far greater than you hoped to be.

He’s out there, you could tell. After all, no one knows your brother better than you, right?

With renewed determination and dedication, you vowed you would do everything to bring him back. You decided that you’re going to set out and look for these famed cursed vaults.

And so, the quest to find him begins.