#my writinf

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

now magnus make alec believe he cant pursue long term romance alec just gonna turn to short term one night stand

// This is part II. Read part I here.

They decide 8 pm for dinner but it’s 9:30 already and Alec is nowhere to be seen.

Jace smirks knowingly while Izzy hides behind a sympathetic smile.

Magnus tries not to groan internally at how obvious the Lightwood siblings are. It’s not like anyone is actively trying to hide this from Magnus, not that anyone possibly could—considering how public Alec is with his new found obsession.

With one-night stands.

It’s so unlike Alec that the first time Magnus heard of it, he almost believed that Alec is possessed. Magnus even goes so far as to check Alec’s entire body to see if someone has cursed him.

But that’s not the case.

Alec is doing this completely out of his own choice.

And Magnus can’t blame him. It’s his stupid fuxking plan to ruin all of Alec’s date that has led Alec to this.

God, he’s a fucking idiot.

It’s 9:45 when Alec finally arrives at Taki’s for their dinner.

“Hi, sorry I got stuck with something,” he apologises the second he arrives.

Clary and Simon grin like kids because they are.

“Stuck with something or someone?” Jace quips and Alec hides a blush.

Magnus winces at the words and stares at his glass of wine. He orders another bottle—for himself.

“Shut up and eat,” Alec hits Jace on the shoulder, lightly.

It’s not that Alec is hiding this from specifically but it makes sense—it’s weird if Alec is open about this to him.

Nephilim only love once. I’ve had my one Magnus. It doesn’t get better than that.

That was four months ago and Magnus can still feel the soft touch on his cheeks. It’s the last time Alec has been close to him and every part of Magnus aches and wants to rip itself apart.

He loves Alec so much.

And Magnus misses him more than he can ever love him.

It’s just cruel how this is happening to them—not that Magnus thinks there’s a them left.

It’s just Alec and his string of hook-ups and both of their broken hearts.

The dinner continues with laughter and stupid jokes from all of them.

“I could have easily taken that hoard of demons,” Clary states.

“Stop talking like Jace,” Simon reprimands her.

Alec gets lost somewhere in this conversation before Izzy nudges him.

“You okay?” She asks worriedly.

Alec nods.

“When are you going to stop doing this?”

The conversation isn’t meant for anyone but the two siblings but Magnus can’t do anything but eavesdrop.

“Do what?”

“These stupid hook-ups. This isn’t you, Alec.”

Alec lets out a dry laugh. “This is me, now.”

“Alec—“

“Would you rather I be alone for the rest of my life?”

Izzy’s face contorts in pain and she whispers, “Are you telling me that you’re not alone, right now?”

Something flashes in Alec’s eyes and he looks at Magnus.

They look into each other’s eyes for some time and all Magnus wants is to keep on doing that.

Alec looks exactly like he used to and completely different at the same time.

There’s something so unhinged about him—like he’s given up, stopped caring.

Not about other people. But about himself.

It breaks Magnus’s heart in two.

“I tried the dating thing. It did not work out, Iz. What more do you want from me?” Alec pleads.

Izzy turns and glares at him then.

Fuck.

She knows.

She knows that Magnus is behind the failed dates.

“Those guys sucked Alec. You dodged a bullet right there,” she says instead of telling him the truth and it leaves Magnus baffled.

She stops Magnus when they’re all leaving.

“Fix this.”

He takes three seconds to decide if he should pretend he has no idea what she’s talking about but he fails.

“Fix what?”

“Fix my brother’s heart.”

He wants to scoff because Alec’s heart is Magnus’s heart.

They are the same thing to him.

They are both hurting currently.

“I don’t know how-to.”

Izzy glares. “How about you start by telling him that you fucked up the dates and that he’s not unlovable.”

Magnus looks down, ashamed. “Why haven’t you told him, if you know?”

Her face softens at that, “because I know you. I know you got hurt by Alec. But I also know that you’re not doing this to hurt him back.”

He himself doesn’t know why he’s doing this.

“Why do you think I did it then?”

“Because you love him. And you’re an idiot,” Izzy says simply.

He opens his mouth to say something but stops mid-way.

He wants Alec back but for some reason he can’t

They both love each—there’s no doubt about it.

But he doesn’t know if he can trust Alec again. Or even himself.

He’s not sure if he will be able to be more honest and open with Alec this time around—centuries of habit is not easy to break.

And Alec deserves better.

They deserve better.

“I can’t.” He tells Isabelle, and gets so much disappointed in return.

Magnus gets it.

He is disappointed in himself too.

[themistymountainscold]

the good omens brainrot is getting to me guys. already writing a smut piece with @mangomakoshark but i also wanna do a multi-chapter fix-it

[thornsnvultures]

Eddie needed a new bed. This tiny full sized was fine when he was single, but now that you were practically living at the trailer with him things were getting tight.

It was late when you got in. The long shift you worked today kicked your ass but you were grateful for the hours. Right now you needed out of your shoes and uniform and into Eddie's cozy bed.

You didn't bother with the lamp on his bedside table, not wanting him to stir if you could avoid it. Wayne was gone for the night so you striped down in Eddie's room, tossing your things in his hamper before heading to the shower to wash off your day.

Feeling refreshed and sleepy as hell, you lotioned up and threw on the night shirt you kept in Eddie's dresser for nights like these. As you got ready for bed you couldn't help but watch him as he slept peacefully. His chest rising and falling, bare and exposed to the balmy night air. The light snore rumbling from him might've bothered you once but it only reminded you of a softly purring cat. Maybe a distant thunderstorm. Wayne called it a racket, but you'd told him people in glass houses shouldn't throw..bricks

You smiled to yourself as you checked your alarm was set and finally climbed into bed facing Eddie. Feeling the dip in the springs, a half asleep Eddie reached out to pull you closer into his chest. With one arm around your waist and the other under your head, Eddie mumbled something you could barely catch.

"What's that, love," you whisper back.

"You didn't bring the sandwiches. I need two sandwiches."

You could hear the pout in his sleepyvoice and couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up.

"Sandwiches? You told me earlier that Wayne made taquitos." You thought back to the call you made on your last break at work. When Eddie told you that Wayne would leave some of their dinner in a casserole dish for you to heat up if you wanted it.

"Need my sandwiches. Meat. Picnic," Eddie mumbled into your hair before dozing off, softly snoring once again.

"Of course," you giggle under your breath. "Next time I'll bring the sandwiches. My bad, baby." Smiling, you press a kiss to Eddie's chest, his heart a calming rhythm under your cheek.

[reegis]

prison mechs preening time with Lyf 💖💖💖

commission for @moons-br

[hauntingofhouses]

"why would you ship mizu and taigen together they're sooooo toxic ugh taigen is AWFUL and mizu should be with ME instead!!!"

of course they're toxic they're both deranged and terrible and that's why they're perfect for each other.

cuz like omg you think mizu would treat you well? mizu would abandon you. look at how she left ringo multiple times. ringo who treats her so well and is nothing but patient and caring and loyal. if you are insecure she will laugh at you because she has no social tact. look at how mikio said "it's a stupid dream" talking about his ambitions of regaining his honour and mizu straight up chuckles and tells him he's right because it IS a stupid dream. and at this point their relationship was cordial and she was even warming up to him!

like. arguably, taigen would be a better romantic partner (per the ideals of his time and culture of course), or at least he would be on paper. cuz i mean as a husband, as he is now, i think he'd be awful. but i'm talking about if you and him were dating or courting or just seeing each other romantically, he would be good to you. like we saw how he behaved with akemi and he was nothing but sweet and gentle. the very reason akemi wanted to marry him so bad was because she KNOWS without a doubt that he respects women and would treat her well. "oh but he cheated on her with the prostitutes while celebrating his engagement!" yeah but per the norms of the time and place, it was not considered cheating and akemi (as well as any wife or romantic partner of that period) would not have minded or even cared.

and yes taigen IS an asshole and he IS obnoxious but come on. so is mizu, if she is allowed to act like herself around you. mizu will tease you and mock you and challenge you and even poke at your insecurities (see:her goading mikio on even though he clearly did not view her teasing as light-hearted banter and took it all very personally). she would tell you to your face if she thinks you're being annoying (see:mizu rolling her eyes and telling akemi to straight up just "shut up" when she'd believed mizu had killed taigen).

mizu is not merely a hot and talented badass with a sword and the insane hyperfocus on her desire for revenge which literally drives her to withstand like, extreme amounts of damage and survive it. mizu is also flawed and the show does a good job at showcasing this, and showing us that she's not merely a victim but also a multilayered person. we see throughout that mizu is blunt and sarcastic and prideful.

oh what's that? oh right, very similar to taigen, who is also hot and talented with a sword and with insane hyperfocus on his desire to duel mizu and regain his honour. taigen who is also flawed (though, arguably, more so) as he is blunt and sarcastic and prideful.

the only thing that sets mizu and taigen apart is the fact that taigen is a man and is not mixed race, which thus affects their positions in society and how people perceive them. these are external factors. taigen being a boy who is not blue-eyed allowed him to easily mingle with the other kids in the village, all of whom were similarly fed the same prejudiced values which led them to gang up against mizu and bully her.

but take all that away. strip them down to the bare essentials. suddenly it's like they are the same person copy and pasted.

and that's what makes them even more interesting. yes absolutely they would be toxic. whatever souls are made of, mizu's and taigen's are the same (derogatory). and we literally see them fight all the time!!!! but the thing is they are both deranged when it comes to this.

do you get me. they both literally get turned on by sparring. mizu's whole spar with mikio was her way of flirting. just look at how she smirked at him and said "unsheathe it" like it's clear that this is an innuendo of not just unsheathing his weapon but also what's in his pants. then during the chopsticks fight with taigen in the snow, despite mizu literally being injured and taigen trying to attack her, mizu gets attracted to him. meanwhile taigen got a boner after wrestling with her in the forge.

taigen goes around saying he wants to kill mizu to regain his honour but he still literally risks life and limb for her constantly. mizu gives ringo stomach ulcers by going around flinging herself into near-death situations 24/7. she ups and leaves her beloved swordfather with barely a goodbye twice to pursue her batshit far-fetched quest for revenge (against people she doesn't even KNOW btw because she literally starts off with practically No Leads and not even knowing the NAMES of the white men who are her maybe-fathers).

these bitches are crazy and you know what good for them. that shit needs to be contained and quarantined though and that's why in that sense they would be good together.

i want to put them both in a jar and shake it very hard and see what happens. personally i think they will argue and insult each other while working perfectly in sync with each other to break out of the jar and then proceed to kill me and make out sloppy style over my dead body while they're both covered in blood.

like that's it that's the dynamic. send post.

[holysheithyall]

wow look at that father son duo. hope nothing bad happens to them.

(still au i said id be normal)

[theosphobia]

Hello rvbblr, rvb tumblr, the 3 people always liking my posts.

I bring my first ever fanfiction. and its rvb. idk how ao3 works so im just gonna drop it in here and hope thats accceptable.... erm... anyways

Everyone got seperated; the reds and blues were scattered in a pirate stronghold. Their long range comms were down and pirates lurked around every corner trying to hunt the sim troopers down.

Washington had just survived a scuffle, breaking into a run as he heard familiar shouting not too far off. Just around a couple shipping containers, Wash found Caboose standing over a pirate, Freckles' barrel smoking from fresh fire.

The blue caught the solider in the side of his vision and raised the ai-assisted rifle towards him, confetti dispersed from the gun.

"Friendly Signature Detected."

"Agent Washington! Uhm, he was like that when I got here."

Wash pushed the thought of Caboose firing at him away, he was just glad to see a friendly face.

"Caboose! Have you seen anyone else?" Wash asked, jogging up to the larger character.

Caboose looked back down at the pirate he was resting his foot on,

"On our team Caboose."

"Oh! No." Caboose shook his head and moved away from the body, sizing up to Wash.

"Are you doing okay? You hurt anywhere?" Wash started to walk and the other followed closely.

"I'm a little stressed out... and hungry.." he started. "We should find Griff next!"

Wash chuckled and patted Caboose on the back, "Hey Freckles?" The gun chimed in response, "can you find any other friendly contacts?"

"Nearest Friendly Tag is 356m away. Identification: Lavernius Tucker."

"Awesome, Can you guide us to him?" Wash asked. The custom laser sight on the rifle turned on and pointed forward. Caboose stared curiously, turning the gun from side to side, the line remained aimed toward its original path. Caboose gave a coo of amazement.

"Lets get going, the sooner we find the others the better."

--

Wash and Caboose followed Freckles' guide until they hit a large pond in the cave; they could see the remainder of the pirate stronghold on the otherside, but the water seemed to stretch to the walls, and they couldn't see the bottom. The laser ran true straight across the water.

Washington stopped for a moment to think while Caboose took a couple steps into the pond.

"I saw something over here! It might be those sim troopers!"

A voiced called from not too far away. Wash cursed to himself, a group of red dots were moving towards them on his motion tracker.

"Maybe they know how we can get across!" Caboose cheered, turning around towards the noise and started walking. Wash caught him by the arm,

"Caboose no they're trying to kill us remember?"

"Oh yeah.."

"There's no time, we're just gonna have to go through it." Wash sighed, leading the blue giant back towards the water and stepping in.

"Uhm I can't swim very well.." Caboose started, standing a bit back from Wash.

"We're not swimming, our suits will recycle air for a while, we should just be able to walk along the bottom." Washington informed him. The other man didn't argue, stashed Freckles, and followed along, both of the started to move as fast as they could in half-ton armour in water as the shouting grew louder.

They were fully submerged for a while before Wash started to notice something wrong, he was wet.

"Uh 'boose.... buddy, not to scare you or anything but I think my armour is filling up with water." Wash could feel a cut in his kevlar around his neck. He must have gotten it in that fight earlier.

"Wuh oh.." Caboose had stopped and turned to look at Wash, somehow he had managed to be moving faster than the freelancer. "Should we go back?" There was a tinge of panic in his voice.

"We can't... we just have to move faster, it can't be that much farther now" He tried holding his hand to seal the hole but water still managed to seep through his fingers, the water was hitting his waist now.

Caboose nodded and reached back, grabbing Wash's free hand, and started pulling him along so their treck sped up.

At some point, the weight behind him stalled.

"Agent Washington?"

"It's in my helmet."

Wash couldn't see, but Caboose's eyes widened. He moved closer to Washington,

"Freckles uhm.. how much further?" The blue asked as he began picking up Wash and slinging him over his shoulder without protest.

"Nearest Friendly Tag is 189m away"

Panic was rising in his voice, "okay thank you Freckles!" His speed was considerably lessened with the extra weight but that didn't stop Caboose from making his strides as quick as possible.

--

Wash had stopped responding about halfway from their predictament. Caboose didn't stop moving until they breached the shore on the other side.

Caboose laid Washington on the ground and unholstered Freckles, laying it behind them.

"Freckles you lookout for bad guys."

"Affirmative."

Oh crap oh crap oh crap... Caboose's hands shook as his fingers fumbled with the clasps on Wash's helmet and chestplate.

Water poured out as the seals broke, Wash's hair clung to his forehead. His chest laid still.

What do I do what do I do?? Think Michael think!! Caboose tried to remember what Doc had taught them ages ago. CPR CPR...

"First check to see if they're breathing! If they're not then you'll probably have to perform CPR. Since Grif already knows how to do it he'll be my demonstration."

Caboose glanced at the still freelancer, his chest was still, their chest moves when they breath right?

"Remember, you guys are wearing half-ton armour so you won't have to compress as hard as you would if you weren't. You should press down twice per second, there's songs that help but Beyoncé is timeless so we're gonna use Crazy In Love." Caboose positioned himself above Wash, tried to remember the correct hand shape, and hovered above the freelancer's chest. What if I mess up I don't want to kill Wash he's not special like Church is... he won't come back..

He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his nerves. He started compressing, finding it easier to just count than remember Doc's silly song.

"Every 30 or so compressions try and give rescue breaths! Tilt their head back a little while pinching their nose to open their airway. Then you're gonna blow into their mouth a normal amount just enough so their chest rises; do that twice. If it doesn't rise make sure they don't have anything stuck in their throat. Grif is that gum I see in there?"

Caboose quickly brought his face to Wash's, blood splattered across his visor.

"Haha whoops sorry Washington!" He brought his hands back to unclasp his own helmet and set it to the side; turning back to brush away some of the bloody nose with his hand.

Caboose lingered slightly, he could feel the air around them now, he could also feel the lack of air coming from Wash's mouth. He cradled the back of Wash's neck in his hand, pinched his nose with the other and started his rescue breaths.

He fell into autopilot, repeating the steps in his mind over and over as he did them until a sharp breath came from Washington, as did a mouthful of cave pond water.

Caboose helped him sit up as Wash coughed up his missing breaths; his gaze fixated on the older man's movement.

"Caboose?" The blue's eyes bore into Wash, he seemed terrified. The feeling broke at the sound of his name however.

"Agent Washington you're okay! You should avoid drinking pond water, I don't think it's good for you." There was smeared blood on Caboose's face, Wash dipped his hand into the water and rubbed it against the stain.

"How'd you get blood on you 'Boose? Where's your helmet?" The other blue wore his helmet so often it was rare to see his face, his hair had gotten a bit longer and Wash could see wearing smile lines from his angle.

"Oh uhm! So when we got out of the water you weren't breathing so I tried to give you Cee Pee Arr but I forgot to take my helmet off! So now you have a bloody nose and you shared it with me when I gave you rescuing breaths!" He smiled, reaching beside him to grab his helm and snapped it back on, his second face returned.

Wash rubbed the back of his hand against his face, his helmet was off as well, and his own blood smeared against the glove.

"Holy shit you saved my life Caboose."

"I did?" His head tilted and he perked up again."I did! Oh my god does that mean my team kills go down? Because I saved you?"

Wash chuckled, clasping his breastplate back on and grabbing his helmet.

"Sure it does."

"Oh! You should probably cover that hole in case we have to go swimming again, Church always packed some for me..." Caboose dug around in his utility belt and procured a large patch used for underarmour sealing; he handed it to Wash and watched as the freelancer slapped it against his neck and rubbed it down.

"Geez thanks Caboose, you're really on it today." Wash said as brushed his hair back and locked his helm back in place.

Caboose wiggled from his seated position, paused, and grabbed Freckles before firing behind him.

Confetti dispersed from the rifle.

"Friendly Signature Detected."

"Caboose what the hell?! Did you really just try to shoot me?"

"Hi Tucker!"

[ask-unpleasant]

"Have you considered you might just be goin crazy over nothing? You always find some new useless lead each week, what makes you think this guy is different?"

"CSY NYWX XLMRO M'Q ER MHMSX!"

"No, I never said that. I just said you're obsessing over trivialities again. It isn't good for you, y'know."

"M'Q XIPPMRK CSY, TEVE, XLMW KYC ORSAW WSQIXLMRK AI HSR'X! M'Q RSX SFWIWWMRK SZIV XVMZMEPMXMIW, M'Q SFWIWWMRK SZIV XLI XVYXL!"

"Sure you are..."

[moookar]

one of my D&D characters, Hailen. I’ve been told he is the most pathetic podcast protagonist guy ever

[myokk]

before it felt like a sin, ch. 3

ch.1, ch.2

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 2300

summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.

And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.

She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.

a/n: this is how I wish the duel could have gone in the game...😇🙏

I also want to reiterate that this fic is REALLY CANON DIVERGENT!!!!! I will NOT be following the game’s plot at all really with this (it really starts to diverge around chapter 6/7 maybe I don’t remember), and I don’t see Eloise as the game’s MC either.

Eloise was being woken up altogether too soon for her tastes. Something soft was hit her face, and she sat up groggily, pushing it away. She blinked as she looked around, not recognizing her surroundings. It was disorienting not knowing where she was, although, as she rubbed her eyes, it was slowly starting to come back to her…Something happened yesterday, she thought. I…

“Come on, sleepyhead!” exclaimed Imelda, throwing more clothes on top of Eloise. “The house elves left these last night at the foot of your bed while we were sleeping. If you don’t hurry up, there won’t be any more food left for breakfast. And, you know that the first day of classes is the most important…”

As she continued rambling on, Eloise got up and started putting on her school robes. A dark grey tartan skirt with dark green and silver stripes, a cream button-up with puffy sleeves that she tucked into the skirt, a black ribbon to tie around her neck, and her Slytherin robes on top. She didn’t know how to feel about the day that was ahead of her; she felt a strange mixture of elation and apprehension.

“…you’re taking too long. I’ll wait for you in the common room,” Imelda concluded, giving Eloise one last look before striding out of their dormitory. All of the other girls had already gotten ready and left for the morning, which wasn’t really a surprise to Eloise. As soon as her head hit the pillow the second time, she had fallen into a deep sleep and hadn’t heard the bustle of the girls preparing themselves for the day.

She finished lacing up her boots, and after one last glance in the mirror to make sure nothing was out of place, headed out to find Imelda.

When Eloise walked into the atrium, she was struck by how different it felt in the morning. It was truly as beautiful now as it had been eerily peaceful the night before. Once again, light piano music playing in the background - Eloise smiled to herself, recognizing the Gymnopédies by Satie. Her piano lessons had been the only bearable classes at the muggle school, and she had excelled at the instrument, often practicing during her free time.

The piano music blended in with the murmurs of students standing or sitting in small groups around various tables filled with breakfast foods and scrolls of parchment. The greens and blues coming through the windows felt refreshing, and the whole room was glimmering under the reflections of the water playing across various surfaces. She could see plants swaying under the water, with schools of fish weaving between them. It felt…magical.

Eloise’s eyes were drawn to Ominis and she started walking to him, standing by the same window where they had been sitting earlier. Instead of being in shadow, however, he was now illuminated by the rays of sun shining through the water. He was smirking to himself as he listened to the two first-years next to him. As she got closer to them, Eloise heard them speculating about the possibility that they would get to see a mermaid.

“Oh! I think I just saw one!” one shouted at his friend, pointing out the window. “Oh, wait…it was just algae.”

Eloise walked up to Ominis, smiling despite herself. 

“Is this your idea of a good time?” she asked him, while he was simultaneously asking her how she had slept. They both paused as soon as they heard the other start talking, and then both started speaking at the same time after an awkward pause.

“Oh…I’m sorry. I…I slept well,” Eloise said, blushing. “And you?”

“As well as I ever do,” he replied. She noticed that the dark circles under his eyes were still very prominent, although they didn’t look eerie in the morning light. He indicated the first-years with a jerk of his head, changing the topic. “I doubt mermaids find us that interesting. I rather think they purposefully avoid our common room so as to not be treated like creatures in an aquarium.”

Eloise laughed at that and tilted her head playfully. “And just where did those two even get the idea that they might see a mermaid?”

“That, my dear, is a mystery. I surely have never seen one before,” Ominis said, standing up straight and taking his wand out. “I have been hearing a lot of chatter about you this morning, you know. It seems like reality has been mixed with fantasy in the tales of your journey here, and nobody knows the full truth.”

“Except for you,” Eloise pointed out, stepping into place next to him as they walked through the common room. She spotted Imelda, supervising some students playing chess and instructing them on the moves they should be doing. Imelda looked up and saw Eloise, and interrupted her own advice mid sentence.

“Eloise!!” Imelda bellowed as she practically ran across the room. Was this girl ever not purposeful in everything she did? The students around them looked up from what they were doing to watch her, and maybe get the chance to hear a first-hand account of what actually happened to Eloise. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were attacked by a dragon last night?”

“Oh, er…” Eloise couldn’t figure out how to respond to the other girl. Imelda didn’t seem worried or scared about what Eloise had gone through the previous day; rather, she seemed indignant that she hadn’t been told about the attack. Beside them, Ominis was laughing.

“It must have been terribly exciting,” Imelda went on, ignoring any response Eloise may have started giving. “A real dragon and all. I wish I was with you guys, I’ve actually prepared for what I would do in that very situation. I would definitely have diverted its attention away from you on my broomstick, and actually the best strategy would have been to…”

“I doubt you really would have been able to do anything,” Eloise interrupted. “It was terribly frightening, but at the same time the whole thing was over so quickly that I haven’t had time to process it yet.”

“Well, you can tell me about it on the way to breakfast. Maybe once you learn how to ride a broom, we can practice what to do together. You have first-hand experience, after all!” Imelda looped her arm through Eloise’s. She shot a look to Ominis. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m taking her now. We have a long day ahead of us, lots to do you know. The usual. Anyway, Sebastian’s coming over so it’s not like I’m leaving you completely alone.”

Before Eloise could even react, she was being marched up the spiral staircase that led out of the Slytherin common room and they were off to breakfast.

“Duelists, take your mark,” Professor Hecat said to the two students standing on top of the platform in the middle of the room. The duelists in question looked at each other warily, steadying their wands. Eloise was exhilarated. This was the type of class she had been daydreaming about while she sat wasting her time embroidering landscapes.

Professor Hecat hadn’t wasted any time putting the students to work. Although at first, many of them had scoffed at the thought of Leviosa being a useful spell in combat, Eloise listened attentively and focused on the correct wand movements. Maybe it didn’t actually matter, but she was determined to make sure that nobody would think that she didn’t deserve to be there. She had a lot of catching up to do, but between the books Professor Fig had given her and the knowledge she retained from reading from her family’s library as a child, she already knew a lot. She was quite pleased when the feather levitated as soon as she said the incantation, as there were other students who struggled to get theirs to even twitch in an upward direction.

Now, Eloise gripped her wand tightly in her hand, shifting a bit as she stared Sebastian in the eyes. He had said that she would get ‘a proper Hogwarts welcome’ and she was looking forward to it.

If the rumors she had heard before class were true, Sebastian was the best duelist in their year, and quite possibly at Hogwarts. Although she felt a little apprehensive at the thought of facing him, she hoped that he wouldn’t hold back on her just because she was new. Even if she had fought the guardians yesterday in Gringotts, she wanted to prove to herself that she could keep her wits about her in the heat of battle. 

Maybe her stance was a little too stiff, her movements too by the book. But that could only be changed with experience.

Sebastian smirked slightly to himself, no doubt thinking that this would be an easy victory. In the background, Eloise heard Professor Hecat say they could begin, but she was more focused on her opponent’s face. As soon as she saw him raise his wand and begin to open his mouth, she shouted “Protego!” and the shield blocked the spell he attempted to send shooting her way. His eyebrows raised in surprise - apparently he hadn’t been expecting her fast reflexes.

Quick as a whip, she shouted out “Levioso” and Sebastian was in the air. She hit him with a few more curses before he fell to the ground, breathing heavily. He pushed himself up quickly and went back into position. Wand out, now more wary of her capabilities. He blocked her next attack and went in for one of his own, which hit her shoulder. Eloise hissed in pain and immediately shot out a volley of quick jabs in his direction, a few hitting their mark before he put up a shield.

Sebastian was grinning as they circled each other, looking for an opening. The rest of the class surrounded the platform they were on, cheering them on. Both continued to attack and put up shields, without any clear winner in sight. It was obvious that they were very evenly matched.

“I’m pleasantly surprised,” he said as they were catching their breath between attacks. “I haven’t had a fight this good in a long time.”

Eloise just grinned in response, before shooting off another spell in his direction. It was expertly blocked with a flick of Sebastian’s wrist; in response he volleyed off a jinx towards her.

Eloise crumpled to the ground, yelping as she grabbed her ankle. Sebastian was immediately at her side, crouching down and looking at her with concern.

“Eloise? Are you okay?” He looked down at her ankle and then abruptly looked up and back at her face, a faint pink redness dusting his cheeks. He may have been dueling her, but it was distinctly different to be so close to her like this.

In response, Eloise grinned mischievously and quickly levitated him off the ground, getting to her feet at the same time. With a few quick curses sent his way, soon Sebastian was lying sprawled on the ground outside of the little arena Professor Hecat had erected.

“Not fair,” Sebastian exclaimed, rushing to his feet. He looked at Professor Hecat, who was looking between the two with a pleased smile.

Eloise smirked at him, only responding with, “Slytherin.”

Sebastian laughed and ran his fingers through his hair, making his brown curls even unrulier than they had become in their duel. He held his hand out to her and she shook it formally. “Good duel. You can definitely hold your own and I won’t underestimate you again.”

Professor Hecat clapped her hands together to get the attention of the class. “I hope you all paid attention to these two. Ten points to Slytherin for an excellent demonstration of what we learned today. On Wednesday, we will continue with practical application of the techniques learned during this class. I expect to see flawless wand work and concentration. I demand excellence from my students as I know you are all capable of achieving it. Class dismissed.”

As Eloise was gathering up her things, Sebastian sidled up to her. “Really, that was quite impressive. You seemed stiff at first, but it would seem you have fought before. You definitely give as good as you get.”

Eloise blushed and tucked some strands of hair that had come undone behind her ear. “Well, really, I had only read about the techniques before. Haven’t really had much time to put all of that theory to use yet.” She smiled shyly ad Sebastian, who was looking at her with his jaw open. “You fight really well, too. I had to use all of my focus. It’s kind of exhausting, actually.”

“But exhilarating, right?” Sebastian asked eagerly. The two of them started to head out of the classroom together, dwindling behind the rest of the students. Entirely absorbed by their conversation. “Everything else goes out of focus and the only thing in the world is you and your opponent.”

“Yes! Exactly that,” exclaimed Eloise. “I’ve never experienced anything like it.”

“Well,” Sebastian said slowly, dragging the word out as he thought. “You know, there might be a way. To continue. I normally would never do this, but…you know…”

“Know what?” Eloise prompted as Sebastian trailed off.

“You’re a really good duelist. Intuitive. There’s a certain exclusive club of sorts, one that may or may not be unsanctioned, where you can continue to hone your dueling abilities.”

“Exclusive and unsanctioned?” Eloise asked with a smirk. “You can count me in.”

“Excellent,” Sebastian replied, smiling broadly. “Sometimes, to make the most out of your experience at Hogwarts, you need to bend certain rules. They’re more like guidelines, anyway.”

“Merlin, Sebastian,” said Imelda, walking up to them and crossing her arms. “Don’t let yourself fall into any of his schemes. That boy is in detention practically every other day.”

“Or maybe,” Eloise said, “he’s just not good enough at avoiding getting caught. I, on the other hand… Come on, Imelda. Let’s go to lunch.”

She laughed as they walked away, leaving behind a dumbstruck Sebastian. He shook his head in disbelief and headed off to his next class.

next chapter

[satoruzlove]

kiyoomi isn’t a fan of holding hands.

he hates how icky it feels, skin against skin. he doesn’t like how his palm may get sticky with sweat and how some people swing arms back, forth, back and fourth again. he isn’t sure if it’s because he just doesn’t like physical touch all that much, or if it’s because it’s just gross. kiyoomi finds it unnecessary either which way. he tries to stay away from hand - to - hand contact, opting to push something towards his friends at a table or holding the other end: certain that he cannot be touched.

some part of it is his dislike for germs, or at least that’s what he says. people’s hands go everywhere, he says, it’s weird to have them all over me. what if i need to scratch my eye? there’s gonna be all sorts of germs in it.

it’s weird, he says.

that was until you held his hand.

it was cold, the bench outside your campus walls were covered as you and your friend took shelter. he wasn’t just a friend- your best friend: kiyoomi. kiyoomi that your mother adored and that you couldn’t live without. kiyoomi that you’re inlove with. kiyoomi who’s inlove with you.

he pretends he can’t see you- the soft gaze you hold on the ground where water and concrete meet. it’s so endearing he finds, that adoration consumes your features at the smallest things. he finds you beautiful. even as you were clad in a week- unwashed hoodie and messy hair splayed around your face.

you feel his eyes on you but you dare not to make a move. you don’t want him to be uncomfortable. you only scoot closer and as you do kiyoomi feels his pulse quicken beneath the pale skin and bone of his chest. you lean your head onto his shoulder gently, as if he were a log holding a bird that you’d rather die than scare off. kiyoomi exhales softly, as when he does he doesn’t realise how much of a dreamy sigh it sounds like. he blushes beneath his mask.

your heart flutters and you’re fuelled to push limits. your hand shakily pats your hoodie in anticipation as you reach for the hand rested in his lap. your best friend feels time stop as your hand intertwines with his own, softly. you handle him with a care that you’d give to a wounded animal or little child. he blinks and all of a sudden it’s you, him and the sound of the rain.

kiyoomi’s fingers find yours as if that’s where they were created to be and he leans back to admire you once more.

okay, maybe he does like holding hands. a little.

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

alec realizing magnus is sabotaging his dating life and think magnus is still hold that stupid decisions with camille over his head and this is his way to punishing alec, we love mess in this house

Part I

Part II

Part III

Since the morning, he’s had an itchy feeling that something’s about to go down.

Call it warlock intuition or his own guilt eating at himself slowly, he just knows that today is not going to be a good day.

He’s proved right half a day later, at another stupid club, trying to cockblocking Alec again.

Magnus isn’t proud of his actions, but watching Alec with someone else isn’t an easy thing for him. So, he lets his stupid behavior continue for weeks. Ever since Magnus caught Alec with the seelie and then proceeded to threaten the Seelie, he’s repeated his actions four more times.

Four more times, in a period of two weeks that Magnus has managed to prevent Alec from being with someone else.

He’s never been this crazy in love. It’s borderline pathetic at this point but Magnus can’t seem to stop. He almost doesn’t want to.

Stopping Alec from being with someone else is easier than actually talking to Alec and discussing about whatever he’s been feeling.

He never pretends to be the rational one anyways.

Not in the matters of heart specially.

Magnus hides behind the bar, snaps his fingers again to get the vampire that’s been biting down on Alec’s shoulder to feel itchy and uncomfortable under his skin.

He knows the routine by heart now.

3. 2. 1.

The vampire makes his way towards the bar and Magnus repeats the words—unleashes his power and instills the fear of Asmodeus onto the vampire.

Five minutes later, he sees Alec with a dejected look, leaving the premises.

Magnus waits for a few minute so that Alec leaves—he’s too filled with shame to face the man.

Finally, after what seems like enough time, he goes out to breathe some air.

His head and heart hurt.

He’s so sick of it.

“Hey.”

Magnus turns and his eyes widen as he finds Alec, smoking, sitting on a nearby bench outside the place.

“Oh. Hi. Hey,” he says dumbfounded.

“I didn’t realise you ever came here.”

Magnus pauses before speaking, “yeah. Today was a first. An acquaintance of mine has been bugging me to check out his place. So here, I am. And what about you?”

“I was here with someone,” Alec swallows, “but he turned out to be kind of a dick. Stupid, hot body though.”

Magnus blinks for a second because Alec has never been this open about his one night stands infront of Magnus. It throws him off for a second.

“Umm, oh. What did he do?”

Alec hums. “Nothing much. Just left me in the middle of the club and disappeared. Seems to be a pattern with me.”

Magnus closes his eyes at the words.

“Simon told me about Grindr. I’m thinking of adding ‘most dump-able person’ in my profile.”

Magnus winces at the words and the self deprecating tone, “Alec, what? No. You’re not—“

“I’m not what?” Alec says sharply and everything feels so wrong.

“You’re not dump-able. All those you went on dates with weren’t worth it.” He tries to soothe the pain that he can see on the face on the shadowhunter.

Alec lets out a dry chuckle, “are you really going to stand here and continue lying to me?”

Magnus frowns because he doesn’t get what’s happening.

“I’m not lying. You shouldn’t be associating your self-worth to all those men. They don’t know you. That Seelie was stupid and so was the werewolf. And the vampire from half an hour ago. They don’t deserve you, Alec.”

Sone flashes across Alec faces because it goes stone cold. “How do you know about all of them? I never mentioned them.”

Oh.

Oh hell.

“I—“

“Is that how much you hate me, Magnus?” Alec questions and he seems so pained by the words.

Magnus is horrified at the implication and rambles, “Alec, no. Of course I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. I—“

“Can you stop lying for one fucking second?” Alec seethes, “I know you are the one who has been sabotaging all my dates. You are the one who threatened all those people.”

Magnus’s heart races because Alec knows now—knows everything of what he did and there is no explanation in the world for his actions.

Alec steps forward and they are eye to eye now.

“Are you still so mad about the immortality thing? And even if you are—I understand that. But do you really despise me so much that you cannot see me happy for even five fucking second?”

Magnus all but chokes at the words—with the hurt he caused Alec and all the pain that’s inside himself.

“I’m fucking miserable. Is that what you want?”

“No. Alexander….that’s not why I—“

Alec raises hand at that and stops him, “Don’t you dare. You have no right to call me Alexander, ever again.”

Magnus all but crumbles at the words because this is all he had left.

The name he gave Alec. The love he stores inside it all every time he calls him that.

This is all he had left.

“Alexa—Alec…I.” He chokes, “I don’t hate you. You have got it all wrong.”

“Then why the hell are you doing this, Magnus?” Alec yells, “what the hell do you want from me?”

Magnus steps forward to put a calming hand on Alec’s shoulder but the shadowhunter pulls back and he feels a pang inside his chest.

He didn’t think he could hurt more than he already was.

But somehow Alec Lightwood makes it possible.

“I don’t—“ Magnus wants to say the words but for some reason he can’t. It’s like something is physically preventing him from saying it out loud.

How he only did all of this out of jealousy and because of how much he misses Alec.

“You win, okay? You fucking win.” Alec says in a suffocated voice, “I hurt you and this is what I deserve.”

“Alec, please,” Magnus chokes, finding it impossible to find the right words. There are no words in the word that could fix what he just broke, “you don’t deserve this. It was horrible of me to do this but it’s not because I hate you. I don’t.”

A single tear leaves Alec’s eyes and trespasses inside Magnus’s chest.

“I sat there infront of you and poured my heart out to you. After each of those dates, I opened up to you. You were there all those times like a knight in shining armour and I was stupid enough to believe in you.”

His entire body aches with the words, he doesn’t know what to say, what to do to fix this. He can’t let Alec think all of this.

Magnus never meant to cause Alec this much pain. He’s just been trying to make sense of his own heart.

“I’m sorry. I..”

Alec raises a hand before taking something out from his pocket. It’s a small pendant, the shame of the Eiffel Tower.

“I got you this when we were in Paris. But I never got the chance to give you because of the whole cult-thing. And then so much happened. Then you were taken to Edom. I’ve been waiting for the right time to give you this.” Alec steps closer and puts the pendant in Magnus’s hand.

Magnus feels his face wet with tears as he takes the pendant.

“I wanted to thank you for loving me.”

“Alec—“

“You broke my heart that day when you broke up with me,” Alec whispers, “But today, you broke me.”

A sob leaves Magnus’s mouth at the words.

“Are you done? Because I am done. You wanted me to be in pain, right? You win Magnus, because, pain is all I feel right now.”

[saturnniidae]

Modern au with a strong theme of Hiccup coping with his leg better than all the people around him and it's low key pissing him off

[kacchanot-fucking-deal-with-this]

watched the epic bakudeku battle where katsuki learns about one for all but there were people in the room with me so now I'm rewatching it the next day, by myself, where no other noise or movement can cause a distraction and I can give it my full attention and fucking sob my goddamn eyes out without judgment from my peers

yes, I still cried the first time with people in the room, but not as hard as I wanted to

[go-against-fate]

i couldnt stfu about it so here it is again;

(theres more under the cut)

I made 2 version for the llojavi ones bcus im not sure which one looks better.. or just more appealing looking

AAAND heres Alicia :)

..... i'll make more soon . i just have a bit of an ava/m brainrot rn༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

[moved-to-aromanticsuzuya]

I love being comfortable in my identity. and I love it when others are comfortable in theirs.

I love being happy in my identity. and I love it when others are happy in theirs.

I love being myself. I love being me. and I love it when others are themselves too.

big shoutout to all alterhumans, nonhumans, therians, otherkin, fictionkin, otherlinkers (funlinkers, copinglinkers, all other linkers) and all other Beings and Creatures.

you're you. that's so totally awesome. nobody can take that away. be happy!!! have fun!!! I really hope that being yourself brings you joy and comfort!!!