#stole this off the dash for giggles lol-- and the fact that both of these i've done feel really fitting is sending me X'D

[in-toxi-cant]

‧₊˚ ⋄♡-🕸-♡-🕷{𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓽 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓾?}🕷-♡-🕸-♡⋄ ˚₊‧

𝒇𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻

you might wanna slow down with all that edge bud! your approach to love is playful and laidback, more often than not, you find yourself in a relationship without ever having to go through the anxiety of asking someone out. you may call your partner(s) all types of expletives but they know that behind it is pure adoration

[amazingmsme]

Making Briar’s playlist & of course it has me thinking about her. & it’s about time I give y’all the content you probably followed me for. This got away from me so putting it under a read more so I don’t clog your dash, thank me later

But yeah, Briar definitely has a tumblr account & she’s definitely a tk fic writer, but it is her most guarded secret. (Even more so than the fact she’s Spider-Goth)

The epitome of a bratty lee, while still being super shy about it. But she like never gets tickled sooo it’s not really something she like, has to worry about lol. But if she sees it happening to someone else around her she goes stiff as a board & looks away & tries to act like she’s paying attention to someone else. & if she hears The Word she perks up & you can practically see an exclamation mark pop up above her head lmao

Being the older sibling, she wasn’t on the receiving end very often & has a pretty mean ler streak. It comes with being the oldest. But she tries to act all bored & aloof if someone brings it up while she’s internally freaking out. If someone asks the dreaded question she just gives them a blank look & says something along the lines of “no” or “you’re kidding me, right?”

Her worst spots are her thighs, knees, underarms & tummy. Don’t ask me why, she just gives me those vibes, but she’s pretty sensitive everywhere

If you act like you’re gonna get her or even just threaten her with tickles she spits out the most violent sounding threats & insults, but she is all talk. Like once you get her she curls up & lets out the cutest giggles you ever did hear. No fight whatsoever. & if they point it out she insist it’s cause she doesn’t wanna hurt them. She tries to act all huffy & put out afterwards but she’s undeniably in a better mood

Her blog is p popular & she has a lot of fics on her blog, some flop but others do the fuckin’ numbers

1 time she was in the middle of a mission with Pavitr & Miguel & she was pulling a Miles typing on her phone while she was effortlessly beating up the bad guy. But of course that shit won’t fly with mr stick in his ass

He’s like “what’s so damn important that you’re not paying attention? Who are you texting?” & she just scoffs & is like “I’m not texting, I’m writing.”

“That’s even worse!” & Pavitr takes up for her like “well she’s still contributing so it’s fine. It’s nothing I haven’t done” & that makes Miguel chew both of them out while they’re rounding up the bad guys & Briar is ignoring everything he’s saying & just continues to type away at her phone

Miguel’s fed up & is all like “ok that’s it” & webs her phone out of her hand & is like “wtf is more important than a fight” but she fucking panics & makes a B-line straight for him & kicks him & snatches her phone ‘cause there’s no way in hell she’d EVER let him see what she writes

After the fight tho she gets an ear full ‘cause not only was she “not engaged in the fight” (she was, it was a super easy & lame fight) & how she “turned on her fellow team” (you fucking stole my phone, what do you expect?) & just making her feel bad & guilty

After they get back to HQ & they had some time to cool off Miguel tries to interrogate her like “for real, what the hell were you writing that you’d kick me square in the chest to prevent me from seeing? Was it porn?” She blushes sooo much ‘cause that came way outta left field & she’s like “NO?!?!”

“Come on, I won’t judge, it was porn, wasn’t it? Isn’t that all fanfiction is anyways?”

“Of course that’s what you’d think. & that’s exactly why I’d never let you see anything I write.” & Pavitr pipes up like “Could I read it?” all bright eyed & excited & she’s real hesitant like “mmmm idk if you’d like it” just cause she knows Pav has a blabbermouth & a half & she doesn’t want any of these cool superheroes knowing what kinda fics she writes lol

But Pav begs nonstop & she finally caves & swears him to secrecy. She lets him read what she was writing during the fight & he’s like “oh my gosh that was the cutest thing I’ve ever read! Why not just tell him?” & she’s like “are you fucking kidding me? He can never find out. & if you tell him I’ll kill you, got it?” & he agrees but he’s just like that smug cat meme. She should’ve never told him tho ‘cause now he nags her about when she’s gonna update an ongoing fic or post one she’s been talking about

But she was probably writing for something kinda niche & Pav is just like “I don’t know who these people are but I love it!” I just feel like he’d be the type to read fics for stuff he doesn’t even know to support his friends. Or I can say fuck that & say she was writing a supernatural fic since she’s a lil basic (in the best way) idk you decide: was she writing for supernatural, or something like ace attorney?

It still lowkey drives Miguel crazy if he lets himself dwell on it for too long. Curiosity killed the cat & at this point he doesn’t even care about what she was writing, he just wants to find out to spite her for being such a lil bitch. (She literally told him to his face that she’d sooner die than show him anything she posts)

[dented-nado]

So a little bird told me you were taking Sebwill prompts. I thought I should take advantage of that! May I request something along the lines of SebWill superheroes/villains? Maybe they are mortal enemies by day, and lovers by night?

This is such a perfect combination of my interests, I am so damn here for it. I hope you enjoy it!

This ended up a little long, oops! Lol! I also absolutely kind of made a soup of DC hero/villain origins and mixed them together for this lol. Bonus points to anyone who can spot every one that I made a reference to! :D

 ==================================

Years ago, William had hid in his room after a horrible day. He was only about 15, wishing he could just fly away and leave.

Then… suddenly he found himself lying on his ceiling. It had taken him several long moments of panicking to realize he wasn’t dreaming, longer to realize he could move around as he wished.

And so… he opened his bedroom window, and left home, never to look back.

Anyone who knew him now would be shocked to find that at one point, William T. Spears who stood so straightly and kept every bit of him tidy and proper… had once been a scruffy, scrawny little teenage meta-human wandering the streets of London, getting into trouble and being chased by the authorities trying to take him into and orphanage or foster care… or worse, back home.

William had learned to live off the streets. At a certain point he had even gotten a little cocky, he was so fast that no one would even see him as he stole whatever he needed or wanted. He’d lead cops on a wild goose chase into alleyways that he knew like the back of his hand, only to float away to the rooftops out of sight.

He didn’t really make friends either. He mostly just had a small pack of birds that he split some of the spoils from his day out with when they came to the cracked window of the abandoned flat he had hid in.

He had always heard of heroes… saving the earth from threats both domestic and extra-terrestrial. Hell, he had seen one of them blast through London. On one hand he was curious, if maybe he and that super-being came from similar origins. But on another hand… he couldn’t help but resent the whole idea of heroes.

They certainly never protected kids like him.

That was the first time William had a sort of haunting thought. He had escaped because… he just happened to have these abilities that he still didn’t know the origin of… how many kids out there weren’t so lucky that weren’t being saved??

Well… maybe he could save them but, well when he looked around himself this was a fine nest for himself, but more than one person? Potentially kids even younger than him? How would he even look after them? He was 17 now… maybe he could pass as 18 if he cleaned up a bit, then maybe if he had enough money by then he could buy a better place and own it himself. How much did houses cost? It couldn’t be that much if lots of adults had them right?

He’d start stealing things to sell, he decided. He could get away with it, surely.

Well, his plan had fallen short, when he had been caught, stealing the tires off a rather fancy car since he was sure he could sell them for quite a bit.

The presumed owner of said car seemed oddly amused and calm at a scraggly un-kempt seventeen-year old stealing the tires of her car.

It was then another person came around the corner rambling on her phone, she seemed almost the same age as William, though maybe a little younger. She stared at William and who William now supposed was this young lady’s mother.

William decided now was the time to up up and away out of there, only suddenly, in a red blur, the young girl had jumped up and pulled him back down, she was fast… almost as fast as him.

“Excuse you! You can’t just steal our tires and go!” She scolded.

William had tried to escape, he’d found it easy to lift incredibly heavy objects including cars above his head, but now he couldn’t seem to pull her arms off him.

“Let me go!” He demanded.

“Now young man…” The girl’s mother said patiently. “How about you land yourself right back down on the ground and we can see about helping you out so you aren’t out here on the streets stealing tires.”

William glowered distrustfully, still thrashing in frustration as the young redheaded girl pulled him back down to the ground.

“If you haven’t noticed… we’re like you. We can help you… if you replace the tires and calm down.”

William had bit his lip. He didn’t trust this strange red-headed mother and daughter pair but then again… maybe… it would be nice to meet other people like him.

Begrudgingly he had put the tires back on quickly, and hesitantly sat in the back seat of the vehicle beside said girl who had been grinning at him since she had pulled him down to the ground.

“I’m Grell, what’s your name boy?”

William stared at her like she had grown horns for a moment before finally answering, realizing he hadn’t said his own name in a while.

“William.”

“William… you’d be rather handsome if you cleaned up a bit.” She teased with a small giggle.

 It was that decision that led him to where he was now. It turned out he had been picked up and adopted by a very, very wealthy family that practically owned half the city. He learned he was a meta-human, and certain supernatural genetics had caused his abilities to develop. While he had flight and a decent amount of strength down, he eventually found his most key ability was telekinesis, allowing him to move around almost anything with solid mass with his mind.

Grell seemed to have both flight and strength as he did, but she also was far faster than him and caused fire to ignite out of thin air. It suited her red hair and personality perfectly in his mind.

Grell and him also saw rather eye to eye on using their meta-human abilities to give more attention to the people trapped in bad homes that needed saving and she became a pseudo-sister to him. He found out her mother had taken Grell when she was only 9 years old and run away with her in the middle of the night. Running far away from the father who had treated them both poorly. Then, Grell’s mother had been lucky enough to find love, not even knowing she was going to be marrying into a vast amount of money, but that had certainly been a nice bonus.

Outwardly of course, they were both celebrities of sorts, especially when they turned 18, they became public figures. Grell flourished happily in the spotlight. William on the other hand… could handle being polite and interacting with others at important events, but he really did hate all the attention – he was relieved when… at night, him and Grell would dawn garments to hide their well known identities, and would do the vigilante style work of trying to find and save kids from bad situations, feed those who needed it, and punch a few robbers and other criminals on the way if it served them.

William did sort of understand the superhero dilemma more now. It seemed as if something was always happening that would distract from the “smaller” work. He had been more than frustrated when a man… no…a demon it seemed that controlled and moved through the shadows decided to make William his arch nemesis. There was no clue to who this man causing chaos could be. His entire face was covered, not only making it seem as if he had no facial features, but it also made William wonder if there was a man under there how he saw or breathed with that thing on. It was also clear when this villain spoke he had some sort of voice filter on that scrambled the tone of his voice, causing it to sound garbled and off-putting.

His only solace between the stress of his daytime persona, and his ‘night job’ – was the boyfriend he had managed to be with despite at all. Sebastian Michaelis. They had met at a gala, and despite himself, after one dance, William could already feel himself being swept off his feet by the raven-haired man with a mischievous glint in his eyes. And so… after that, he had made a point to see him. Grell had teased him that he was absolutely head over heels for the gothic man that stuck out like a sore thumb against the light colors most of the people at gatherings tend to wear. Sebastian was dashing in his own right… and well, William had been called “Goth lite” by Grell as well as their mutual friend Ronald Knox. So they had something in common.

It wasn’t long before William had to admit he was head over heels for Sebastian, and they had begun their romantic outings. Of course their relationship eventually got media attention, they couldn’t go on dates for long without someone recognizing them. Somehow though, while it seemed Sebastian was also someone who reveled in the spotlight much more than William, the way Sebastian would hold him or rub his back soothingly made him feel more confident in handling such attention.

After about a year and a half of dates and nights spent together, William officially asked Sebastian to stay with him in his apartment. It was more of a condo than an apartment, but William didn’t like that word much. It was one of the properties that had been gifted to him that hadn’t been turned into a high-quality rescue shelter for children.

William… hadn’t told him about his night life yet, and Sebastian always seemed to take his word for it. It wasn’t he didn’t trust Sebastian, in fact he was beginning to feel as if he’d do just about everything for this man. Yet… well, vigilante-ing was dangerous business, even if you could fly and move things with your mind. He swore he’d tell Sebastian about his night life well before they got married.

But for now… he enjoyed moments like this, laying on top of him while they slept, ear pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat for comfort. Sebastian would often run his hand through William’s hair, effectively petting him until the stern man slept. He didn’t want these quiet, comforting moments to ever end….

…and he’d be damned if he let any sort of super-villain or threat come between them.

[georgemackayhey]

Sight For Sore Eyes

"Quarantine is making me really sad so could you maybe write a soft George request where the reader is American and they have a long distance relationship and haven’t seen each other for awhile but then she is able to fly in and surprise him, maybe with some help from his family (*bonus they have a sweet romantic night in and they’re both just so happy) also this doesn’t have to do anything with being quarantined. Just a general visit to London for the reader to see her favorite person lol xx"

Quarantine do be hitting hard though. I've been struggling with wifi but we're pushing through y'all! Stay sane out there, nonny. ♡

w/c: 3k

───※ ·❆· ※───

You met George when he'd spent some time filming on location, just outside of your city. He and some of his cast stumbled into the late-night dinner where you and your friends were having shakes and sharing laughs.

One of your dear friends pointed across the way to the group of dazzling strangers, and pretty soon your entire table was swooning over the same silent, sweet looking blonde boy. He kept casting glances toward where you all sat ogling him, stifling giggles and averting gazes when his saucer eyes looked up and over.

When the guy got up and sauntered toward your table, you thought surely your best friends wandering eyes had offended him and he'd come over to say something about it. A hush fell over your friend group as the stranger stood glancing at everyone before his eyes landed on yours.

"What's your name?" He asked gently, in an accent you hadn't expected. Everything about his question caught you off guard, and your friends tore their eyes away from the guy then, so they could gape at you.

"What's yours?" You wondered through a small laugh, eyes locked on his sparkling blue pair. A smile stretched across his face as your friends tried to remain calm. Your waitress appeared, nudging the stranger a few steps away to deliver a couple of milkshakes, but the pretty guy didn't go very far. He came back into your view soon after, to tell you his name.

That's how it all started. You thanked every luck star that aligned that night, for George to have wound up so far from his home and landed just near yours long enough to meet you. After he'd finished filming, you stayed in touch. It was no secret that there was something going on between the two of you and when you finally got the guts to address it, George seemed relieved.

"Now I have no reason to be afraid of asking to see you again when I'm back in the states." He chuckled, voice low and sweet over the phone.

After then George made it a point to come and see you every time he stopped in America. And there were many stops. You were pretty sure half of his visits had little to do with his job, but you weren't complaining.

You were always glad to have him near, to show him around your city and stop in that little old diner where you met. George said it was because they had the best cup of coffee in all the US, but you knew better than that.   He kept coming back for you. Enough times to have met (and charmed) most of your family; and to make friends with the little old ladies who frequented the park the pair of you liked to walk around.

But because of money, and time, and a few other miscellaneous frustrations, you had yet to visit him. Every time rough plans started to patch themselves together around a plane ticket to London, something would go wrong. George would say "It's the thought that counts!"

But you were tired of daydreaming, as you hadn't seen your boyfriend face to face for months in a row. He was away, filming and sleeping close to home. And when George's project wound down, and as his birthday neared, you decided enough was enough. It was high time you'd done what George was always doing for you.

You took to your contacts, finding his sister's name. You'd never met her, but she'd popped into enough of George's facetime calls for you to feel as though you had. Once, she even stole his phone and ran to the loo so she could cry to you about something she couldn't seem to tell anyone else.

So as you rang the girl, you felt more excited than scared for the plan you'd been brewing.

After making sure she was alone and ready to scheme, you and George's sister spent an hour piecing together the perfect surprise.

You planned to book a flight for the morning before George's birthday, land in London that afternoon and stay with his sister without him finding out until the day after. It was a grand scheme indeed but with his sister's vow of silence, and you blaming all your extra-long shifts (to afford the trip) on a few newbies getting sacked, George didn't seem to catch on at all.

There were times you had to pretend to be a little extra somber when George wondered when you'd each other again. And one night after a few glasses of wine, you almost spilled your guts over a phone call. But you didn't thank heavens!

By the time you started packing, chattering to his sister over the phone, you were dead nervous. You'd never met his family, hell, you'd never even been to the UK. But his sister assured you that she would be at the airport in time to fetch you and happily hide you away without a hitch.

As you lugged your suitcase to the waiting gate at the airport, your phone buzzed in your pocket. George had sent a text, asking if he could call in a couple of hours. You laughed at the timing and thought fast about how to respond without sounding suspicious.

You settled for telling him you had a busy day and that you'd call when you were able, hoping he'd just think you were swamped with work.

With that, you turned your phone off and bit your nails as you boarded the plane. After a few too many failed attempts to plan a trip much like this, it was finally happening and George had no idea.

His sister was at the waiting gates, dancing in place with her arms outstretched. She jumped into a hug and laughed over how exciting this whole thing was. She was so pretty, with eyes that matched her brothers and a heart just as warm as his.

"Let's be off then, we've got to hide you away!" She laughed, taking your suitcase and throwing it in her car. You'd hardly processed the fact that you were finally in London, far more excited for the prospect of seeing George very soon.

On the ride, you chatted about tomorrow and how George seemed none the wiser. His sister invited him round for dinner, a usual celebration he wouldn't second guess. He'd never expect to show up to you.

You thanked his sister for being so accommodating and excited to help with your plan to surprise George. She was thrilled to have finally met you and said so all the way to her flat.

When you arrived, her very happy dog Lola leaped up to lick you, your second warm welcome of the day. Your host ordered take away and left you to settle in as she dashed into the shower for the night. You relaxed in the spare room, propping your suitcase in the corner and settling on the twin bed.

You finally turned your phone back on to find a missed text from George, checking in on you sometime earlier in the day. You took the moment alone to ring him, somehow missing him more even though he was (unknowingly) closer than before.

"Sorry I've been away, love. How are you?" You sighed, relishing the quiet space.

"S'alright darling, I know you've been working a lot," George assured right away. "How was it today?" He asked.

"Uh, good, yeah good." You fumbled, unable to lie to him but still trying to cling to your anonymity. "How was your day?" You shifted the subject, knowing all your awkward nerves would soon be worth it.

George rambled about meeting up with some friends who insisted on taking him for birthday drinks. He mentioned being lucky to have people in his life who cared so much for him, and who he cared for just as well.

"And my sister's invited me round for dinner tomorrow. Her idea of celebration has always been centered around food." He laughed and you do too, but only because he's clearly oblivious.

"I do wish I was with you, though." George's voice grew somber over the phone and your heart ached and sped up all at once. You hated how sad he sounded as he talked about missing you, but still, he wouldn't have to for long.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Ah, your take away had arrived, and Lola was just as excited to greet the delivery person. Her barks echoed through the hall as you shot up from your slump on the bed.

"Was that a dog? Where are you?" George asked curiously, increasing your heart rate by a million. His sister was still in the bathroom, and the impatient delivery person had rung the doorbell again.

"I'll call you back." You panicked, hanging up the phone in a rush as you hurried to answer the door and the dog. The kid on the porch seemed annoyed to have waited so long. You took the bags of food from his grasp, pressing your back to the door after it shut.

"You almost gave us away, Lola." You nodded toward the little dog who cocked her head to the side as she eyed to take away.

When it was your turn to wash up, you were afraid to call George back, even in the quiet tucked away room. You just had a silly feeling that he'd surely figure you out, if you did. So, you opted to text George not to worry, that you'd talk with him tomorrow. Which was so much more than true.

You joined his sister in the living room, where she'd set up your dinner, proper slumber party style, leaving some sitcom on mute in the background while you talked for hours on end. You told her how Lola almost ruined your perfect plan and she laughed through a bevy of examples of times George was too daft to see what was right in front of him. And while you traded secrets and stories and split bits of dinner, you'd nearly forgotten how excited you'd been to surprise George. His sister's company was so familiar and fun, you joked about calling the whole plan off and spending the rest of the weekend laughing together.

But the morning came quickly. You fought off jet lag through bouts of excitement as you helped George's sister make a birthday cake from scratch. She begged you to tell her the story of how you'd met her brother.

"He's told me a dozen times but I want to hear your side of the story." She laughed, warming your heart. You'd been a bit nervous to make a valuable first impression when you'd first landed in the sweet girl's home, but it didn't take you long to realize George had already done that for you. He seemed to have told his sibling all about you, and she seemed to really care.

When the afternoon rolled closer to the time George had been invited over, every minute passed like an hour. You started to feel bad for keeping your phone turned off. What if he thought you forgot his birthday? Oh well, you figured, the wait was totally worth it.

"God where is he?" His sister complained, turning off the oven that had been keeping dinner warm.

"Fashionably late." You laughed stretching from where you'd been relaxed at the table over cups of tea.

"He does spend too much time choosing what to wear. Always has." She shrugged, accepting her realization.

When the fateful knock on the door came, you were just applying a fresh coat of lip gloss in the vanity of the guest room.

"He's here!" Your host rounded the corner, clutching the doorway with a wicked grin.

You beamed up to the girl, setting down your lipgloss and hurrying to trade places. Last night after dinner had been eaten and you couldn't stop giggling, the two of you planned out just how to handle this moment.

You waited in the doorway, listening to the front door open in the distance.

"Happy birthday!" George's sister greeted from far off. It was finally happening!

"Thank you, kid," George responded sweetly, the sound of his muffled voice like music to your ears. You listened as his sister went on...

"Everything is ready, I figured we could set up the garden table since it's so warm out."  

"Shall I help?" George asked, polite as ever.

"Of course. Uh, go fetch my Bluetooth speaker from the spare room?" His sister was so good at making it sound like a passing thought. You glanced at the little blue speaker on the nightstand and bit your lip in a smile as footsteps grew closer your way. You leaned against the doorway as Lola approached, proudly leading the way like she was in on the surprise too.

When George finally rounded the corner, you resisted jumping in his arms to see the look on his face.

"I know it's your birthday but it is rude to be so late, you know?"

George stalled, big blue saucer eyes darting across your figure like he couldn't believe you were real. Your smile grew as his eye pierced into yours again, just before he reached out to wrap you in the best hug you'd ever had. His hands pressed you against him as your wrapped your arms around his neck, laughing into his shoulder.

"You're here!" George excitedly rang into your hair. He stressed each word as if to ask how and when you'd managed to pull this over on him.

"And now, so are you!" You chuckled as you pulled away from your embrace to get a good look at the guy you'd come all this way to see. You placed a hand on the side of his soft face as his eyes stayed wide and grew a little glossy.

"Happy birthday, love." You cooed, searching his sparkling eyes and leaning in to press your lips against his. His hands remained splayed around your waist, holding you close as he returned the soft kiss.

After a few sweet pecks, George lowered his head into the crook of you next, slinking his arms around you to hold you close once more.

Through some quiet mewls and sniffles, George rambled about how much he loved you and how he couldn't believe you were here and how glad he was for it. You smiled at him, soaking up every babble and the sight of him before you.

"Come on ya big softie, it's dinner time." Your fingers intertwined with George's as you pulled him down the hall and into the back garden where his sister had set up the patio table with a cloth and pretty patterned plates.

"Where's my speaker?" She demanded to know through a laugh, resting a plate of warm food down.

You spun in your heels with a giggle and hurried to retrieve the forgotten device, even after all your careful planning.

"Now it's a party." George's sister declared, taking her speaker from your grasp and propping it on a nearby box of flowers. After giving Geoge the mission to play his favorite songs, she poured wine for each of you saving her own glass for last.

"Guys, I don't know what to say... thank you." George cast his eyes across the table and reached out to grab your hand in his once more, giving you that same dazzling glance you'd fallen for long ago.

Some soft pop tunes crackled through the tiny speaker in the corner, and the sun was warm on your back. As you sat and started to eat the warm expertly cooked meal, after you gushed over the taste, George demanded to know every detail of the plan you'd pulled off. You told him how you thought it up but you owed a big portion of the smooth sailing to his sister who went out of her way to help you.

George admired his sister's selfless act of kindness as you stood to pour everyone some more wine.

"Yeah well I don't know how to break it to you, but she's living with me now. You can visit on weekends though I suppose." His sister joked, tossing you a playful wink.

"Yeah, nice try." George reached over to you and pulled you into his lap, keeping you close.

"First my dog, now this." His sister feigned offense, glancing at Lola happily curled under George's feet. The pup had been hot on his trail all night long.

"It is his birthday, after all." You reminded, throwing an arm over George's shoulder, happy to have settled so close after far too long away.

"Oh, that's right." His sister stood with an excitable grin, scurrying off to go get the cake you'd made this morning.

"I'm so glad you're here." George sighed, his hands holding you in place against him, there was no place you'd rather have been.

"Did you get everything you wanted for your big day?" You asked George, who hadn't spoken of a parcel or present besides all the good company he'd been glad to keep.

"Ask me again, tonight." George gazed up at you with a smile that grew when you shook your head with a laugh.

"It has been lovely to stay with your sister but I can't wait to go home with you."

George always called your place home, when he was there. But you realized now, it had nothing to do with location. George was your home. And you were his.

And as beautiful as London has so far seemed, you planned to stay in this visit, with the guy you came all the way to see; who was glad as always, to see you too.

───※ ·❆· ※───

[rairahime]

Fenrir x MC | “Hide and Seek”

☆ Ikemen Revolution Fanfic ☆

I did it! I wrote a fic that im kinda okay with!! I hope you guys like it and I hope I did Fenrir justice lol 

Also, i’m sorry if the formatting is weird, but Tumblr really wont let me change it?? I hope its just a glitch on my end or something and it looks okay for you guys!!

General idea: Fenrir and mc go on a day trip out of the city and discover an abandoned building with a cool tower (OoooOoo) and they have a lil fun LOL

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

Word Count: 1,783

Genre: Fluff

Warning: none at all:)

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

While exploring the outskirts of the city on a rare day off, Fenrir and I stumbled upon an abandoned building. It was quite beautiful, with a large gate that had winding flowers around each bar that reminded me a lot of the designs back in my world.

The building itself was not very large, but its main redeeming feature is a tall tower with what seemed like an open air balcony and a concave roof. I thought about how the stairs up the tower would probably be completely unstable, but Fenrir insisted it probably would be fine, and in the end he convinced me to check it out as curiosity got the best of me.

These past few weeks have been quite busy for both Fenrir and I. He’s been training with the black army nearly everyday, and I’ve still been trying to get everything in order after deciding to stay in Cradle. Free days such as these were rare, so when Fenrir saw that both of us could free up our schedule today, he suggested we both go on a day trip exploring the outskirts of Cradle, which I gladly agreed with. I’ve really missed Fenrir’s Cradle tours, and would never skip out on a chance to go another one.

We both walked through the gates to find an unkept garden inside. The grass is completely overgrown, leaving the ground extremely soft to each step we took. Past the gates, the view was surreal. Hundreds of flowers were blooming, some I recognized and others I’ve never seen before. Within the thousands of dandelions, I spotted lilies, tulips, gardenias, and even some lily of the night’s. At the farthest corner by the structure I could see a pond with what seemed like lily pads delicately swaying with the soft breeze. Everything together looked like it was straight out of a picture book.

While admiring the view, a certain group of shrubs keep grabbing my attention. The leaves were a dull green and strangely large for a shrub, but what was truly interesting were the specks of pink and blue that, after blinking a few times, I figure out they’re actually glowing. I can’t tell exactly what they were, but I think they may be a berry of sorts.

Glowing berries, huh? Cradle never stops amazing me

As I continued to take in in the garden around me and the freeing open field, joy filled my heart and I impulsively started running through the grass and flowers, dragging Fenrir by the hand.

“Woah woah woah, we’ve got a runner here,” Fenrir exclaimed between bursts of laughter, his voice filling the air. Even to this day, hearing his laughter still makes my heart squeal.

“I just couldn’t help it, its so beautiful here Fenrir! Its like a rule: when you see an open field, you GOTTA run through it,” I said after stopping and twirling around, looking at the afternoon sky.

The sky is painted all sorts of colours today, with the softest lilac enveloping the sky as a vibrant peachy tone forms on the horizon. Soft, large clouds turned a vibrant pink when kissed by the sun’s rays, and it all looks so beautiful you could wish to reach out your hand and give it the gentlest touch.

“Yeah, we really did stumble upon a gem, how lucky are we??” Fenrir exclaimed, snapping my attention away from the sky. and as I stole a look at him, I could see that his eyes zoned in on the tower, and a mischievous smile crept to his lips.

“Pretty lucky,” I answered, pausing and turning around to look at Fenrir. His face was glowing under the peachy tones of the sun, his hair tinted into an even deeper magenta.

Oh to be the sun right now, gently kissing his skin like that…

I caught my train of thought before it choo-chooed far away.

Fenrir looked back at me, and suddenly scooped me up into his arms and started spinning. I squealed as he began to sing a tune, and I remembered our walk in the rain in the first days we’ve known each other, oh how time flies.

Eventually, we both collapsed on the ground from laughter, watching the floating clouds above, giggling every once in a while just by being in each others presence.

“C’mon, we gotta see the inside of this place, and we GOTTA go up that cool looking tower- i’m sure the view from there would be amazing,” Fenrir trumpeted while getting up.

I agreed, and followed him up before we both walk into the building, hand in hand.

When inside, I could really tell how magnificent this building once used to be. The ceiling is painted a scene of clouds and a starry sky, and when I squint, I made out out what looks like a delicate placement of encrusted crystals. After finally peeling my eyes away from the ceiling, I noticed the stained glass windows lining the walls, and the grand staircase right in the middle of the building that leads to the second floor. While the paint seemed somewhat dusty and dull now, this whole place would have been a vibrant work of art. Something is weird though, for a place that seems to have been abandoned for a long time, it’s quite clean.

“Weird how it’s not so dusty and icky in here,” I mentioned to Fenrir, “for a place that seemed to not have had any visitors in years.”

“Huh, good point… weird,” Fenrir replied.

Fenrir let go of my hand, suddenly filled with excitement.

“I’ve got an idea! Let’s make this even more fun and play a lil hide and seek, okay? Cmon, i’ll hide first, count to thirty okay! And no peeking!” He exclaimed

Fenrir left me no time to protest, dashing away.

Guess I better start counting then…

Placing my hands on top of your eyes, I started loudly counting

“1....2....3.....”

Finally at thirty, I let my hands fall to my sides and scanned the area. Knowing Fenrir, he probably went straight upstairs, or maybe even to the tower, but I think I’ll scan the first floor first, just in case.

After walking through vacant hallways and opening empty wardrobes, it was clear Fenrir wasn’t hiding here, and nothing of interest was around anyways.

Guess it’s time to go upstairs now.

The main staircase was made of marble, with the base of the handrails featured delicate carvings of rabbits and grape vines. The more I spend time here, the more I wonder why such a lovely place was left forgotten, or who it used to belong to in the first place.

Turning left, I quickly found a staircase that could only be leading to the top of the tower. The stairs were quite stable and safe, just as Fenrir insisted they would be, and after some debate, I decided I’ll just go up now.

Half way through and I already regret my decision to go up as my calfs began to cry in pain.

Fenrir BETTER be up this tower, or I would have gone up this freaking mountain of a staircase for NOTHING

Finally reaching the top, exhausted, I push the heavy wooden door to unveil a sight I would never forget. Not in a million years.

There are lit candles all over, with rose petals dusted on the ground, some even forming a path to the middle, where a picnic is set up. In the middle of it all, is Fenrir grinning like a maniac. He’s laid sideways on top of the blanket, with one arm propping his head up with his elbows, and the other holding what looked like a bottle of champagne.

Gobsmacked, I stare at Fenrir, when he comically spoke, “alas, the gorgeous woman reunites with the charming man once more,” proceeding to pull the cork off the bottle with his teeth, and raising his eyebrows.

While he was quite funny, everything together was just mesmerizing. I quickly realize that this whole day must have been prearranged by Fenrir. The trip, the “discovery” of the building, why the building happened to be so clean, and oh my god…hide and seek! Thinking of how much thought and effort Fenrir must have put into organizing all this, my heart melt.

“Oh my god, Fenrir. This is so beautiful.. wow...” your voice trailed off, as no words can really describe how you’re feeling right then and there.

“You like it?” Fenrir asked, nervousness showing in his face.

“Like it?!? I more than like it Fenrir! I love it! This is just so freakin’ beautiful! I don’t know what to say...”

“Then don’t say anything,” he said, smiling, “just come and enjoy this moment with me”

I simply nodded, taking a seat next to him as he sat up.

I scanned the picnic that he has set up and thought of how delicious everything looks.

“It all looks so good Fenrir!” I burst out

“I made it all myself, ya’know... i mean, Luka gave me a few notes- but it’s all hand made by yours truly, i promise,” Fenrir explained, “and no guns were involved in the making,” he added with a wink.

The fact that this was all made by him just made everything ten times better. The time he must have spent to get everything right!

Among the fruit skewers, pb&j sandwiches, scones, and strawberry sandwiches, a little bag caught my eye. Peering inside, I could see that it contains what looks exactly like the glowing berries I saw outside. Fenrir noticed my attention to them, and quickly enlightened me on what they are

“Ah yes, i knew you’d be into these! These are a Cradle exclusive, ya know? They’re the juiciest, sweetest, most perfect berries you’ll ever have in your life!”

“They’re glowing, Fenrir! They seem too beautiful to eat”

“I hear ya, but let me tell you this: they taste even better than they look, i promise”

I glanced back at the berries and picked one up and popped it right into my mouth.

He was right, they did somehow taste even better than they looked.

“Oh Fenrir, you’re right, they’re delicious”

“I just cant help being right sometimes” he answered back with a shrug, grinning.

A soft smile formed on my face, and I thought about how full of excitement and joy my days with Fenrir always seem to be.

We both just sat next to each other in a comfortable silence, and munched on the carefully made snacks, appreciating the time we have together and admiring the sky and setting sun.

This must be the best end of a game of hide and seek to ever happen…

[lil-blue-one]

Gajevy Week 2017 - First Date

Posting from my phone is almost enough to make me rage quit, I'm telling you now. UGH. However, I've got the chapter finished on time so I HAVE to post it! Still following along the thread of the other prompts! Hope you like, much loves!! Side note :things bracketed like this are "text messages" being sent.: They're supposed to be in italics, I'll fix formatting again tonight when I'm home. 💙 

Update: I’ve fixed the things.

 "Are you sure you don’t mind, Lu? I know they’re a handful.” Levy had worry etched across her face as she inched closer to the door of her house, tugged along by her husband. Lucy laughed quietly, waving her hands at her friends. “Levy-chan, they’re sleeping. I’ve been here at least once a week every week of the last five months. I know their routine, they know me, it’ll be fine!” Gajeel grunted in amusement, aware of just how much knowing the twins’ schedule meant. Which was to say, absolutely nothing. 

 But, it had been five months since the Redfox parents had been able to have a minute alone that wasn’t completely consumed by sleeping or inhaling food so fast they couldn’t taste it. Levy had finally told him she was ready to get out for an evening, and he’d leapt at the opportunity. He told his wife to plan anything at all, even if she just wanted to go to the bookstore, he didn’t fucking care. So she had planned. Set up a meal at a restaurant they loved, looked up events across town that they might like, and realistically declared that they would probably just eat and come home. 

 Then she had found a sitter. Juvia had her hands full with her own two children, and had been acting very tired lately. Gajeel was pretty sure she was knocked up again, but he could be wrong. Erza was away on a mission, and Mira was of course working at the guildhall with Lisanna. Lucy was a great option as she did, in fact, spend a great deal of time with the babies already. Plus, if all else failed, she could summon Aries or Virgo for a second set of hands in an emergency. 

 With a final groan Levy turned to her husband, dragging him out of their home before she could change her mind. “Come on, love. We’re going to be late if you let me keep stalling.” The tall man just chuckled, draping an arm over his tiny wife’s shoulders and forcing her to walk slower. “If we miss our reservation, we miss it, Shrimp. Ain’t no skin off my nose.” She sighed, losing some of the tension she had felt before they left, and leaned against her dragon. “Isn’t any…” 

 Gajeel snorted, looking down at her with a wide grin on his face. “Remember the first time ya corrected me?” Levy stifled a giggle, sliding her arm around his waist. “Honestly, I can’t remember what I ate for breakfast this morning. Wasn’t it something about ‘wouldn’t tell nobody’ something?” He squeezed her shoulder lightly, knowing well how the sleep deprivation they were both suffering from stole the ability to think sometimes. “Somethin’ like that, yeah.” 

 They walked in silence another block, enjoying each other’s company and the peacefulness of the city at night. Gajeel looked down, noticing the tiny Script Mage’s steps slowing. After being together for so long, he no longer had to think about slowing down his own pace to enable her to stay even with him, but she was dragging even more than usual. “Shrimp, ya alrigh’?” He stopped completely, turning to study her face. He was concerned the walking was straining her energy levels too much. For herself, Levy was staring at her feet, almost as if she was embarrassed. “Lev, what is it?” 

 “I… I know we haven’t been gone very long… fifteen minutes to be exact, but what if something’s wrong?” She looked up at her mate with pleading eyes, anxiety tearing at her. His ruby eyes met hers, a smile dancing in their depths. “All yer careful thought an’ plannin’ an’ ya forgot to grab the notebook, didn’t ya?” She nodded, looking down again. The Dragon Slayer chuckled and reached his free hand around to his back pocket, pulling out the enchanted notebook that Levy had created so long ago to be able to communicate with her friends. He tapped her lightly on top of her head with it, causing her to squeal and snatch it from his hand when she saw what it was. 

 Levy hurried over to sit on a bench nearby, flipping the book to the page she had that was connected to Lucy’s own copy. Hey Lu-chan, how’s everything going? Picking up her pen, Levy chewed on the end for a moment, waiting anxiously for Lucy’s reply. After only a moment, she started bouncing a leg, looking from the notebook to Gajeel. “Shrimp, give it a bloody minute, would ya?” As he finished speaking Levy saw words appearing on the page. Lol, Levy-chan you JUST left. The babies are still sleeping, I’m reading that book you left out for me. Enjoy your date! 

 She huffed out a sigh, blushing as she started to feel silly, and handed the pen and notebook back to her husband. “I’m sorry, Gajeel.” He just shook his head with a grin on his face and held out his arm for her to tuck herself against his side again. He would never tell Levy, but Juvia had actually warned him that this might happen. 

 “Don’t be surprised if your night out is cut short, Gajeel-kun. Levy-chan won’t be able to help herself. Juvia only lasted for an hour the first time she left Mizu at home with Levy-chan. And it took Gray-sama six months to convince Juvia to leave both Mizu and Kawa alone with someone.” Gajeel had nodded, remembering the popsicle complaining about the lack of time alone with his wife after their daughter had been born. And so, he’d kept that thought in the back of his mind as Levy planned everything out for their first date since… he didn’t even know how long it had been. Some few weeks before the twins had arrived, he mused. 

 Finally, they arrived at the cafe Levy had set their reservation at. She tugged the notebook out of his pocket, ignoring the murmured joke about wandering hands from her husband as she stepped aside and opened it to write to Lucy again. I’m sure you’re going to be checking in again sometime soon so I’ll let you know that Yaje woke up, but he wasn’t even fussy. He’s been changed and I fed him a little and now we’re playing with that rattle Gajeel made for him. I wish I could send you a picture, it’s adorable. He’s curled his feet up and is holding the rattle with them, just kind of smacking it with those chubby little hands. And there’s Shutora, she just woke up giggling. Enjoy your dinner! Levy quickly dashed the tears off her cheeks as she handed the book back to Gajeel so he could see what their children were up to as well. 

 Thanks, Blondie. He wrote before tucking the book away, grinning down at the bluenette standing next to him. “We have some damn amazin’ kids, Lev.” She smiled back up at him, laying her head on his arm as they followed the waiter to their table. Gajeel pulled her chair around to the same side as his own. “Jus’ like our very first date, yeah?” 

 “I shouldn’t be surprised that you remember!” Levy responded with a sheepish grin. Their waiter came around and Gajeel ordered for both of them, Levy giggling and leaning into his side. “I know ya don’t wanna be out too long, Shrimp. I figgered ya wouldn’t mind me orderin’ our usual stuff t’save time.” The tiny Script Mage tugged his shirt, the big man grinning as he leaned he head closer to her so she could kiss him. “Thank you, Gajeel. For being so understanding about all of this.” 

 “Ya may not believe it, woman, but I miss ‘em too. My princess likes to hide her face in m’hair. An’ m’little man is so strong. Ya know he pulled Lil’s tail so hard the other day Lil actually slid backwards?” The couple devolved into laughter, sharing stories of their children’s antics as they ate. Neither of them seemed to mind that their time away from the babies was spent talking about them. “In the short time they been here, those mini Shrimps have made themselves our whole world, haven’t they, Lev?” She nodded, glancing furtively at the notebook on the table. Gajeel huffed, pretending to be upset, and slid the book to her, opening the cover to the right page. 

 Hope dinner was great! Babies are asleep again, so if you want to stay out longer it’s no problem! “Lu-chan really IS a spectacular friend.” Levy laughed as she closed the book. “Do you want to get a drink at the pub or something on the way home?” She looked up at her husband, smiling gently. Her babies were fine. They were safe. There was no need to rush home. Gajeel smiled back, leaning to kiss her on her forehead. “Nah, Shrimp. How about we hit the bookstore before it closes and get that book you were talkin’ to Bunny girl about ‘fore we left.” 

 There was a squeal that erupted from the tiny woman as she hugged him before jumping up from the table. “I promise I won’t stay there all night!” Gajeel paid for their food, laughing as he tucked the notebook and pen into his pocket and stood to follow the bouncing woman. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it, Shrimp.” He offered her his arm again, and they headed for the bookstore. It may not have been Gajeel’s favorite place to go, but it made his wife happy, and that in itself made him happy. “Take as long as ya need, Lev.”