#tda fanfiction

[prettytingzz]

Hello is your request are open? If so could you do Chris McLean x female reader headcanons, where the campers didn't know that Chris has a girlfriend. And they didn't believe him, why would anyone date a psycho like him. But how would react when chef told them that the reader knows and doesn't care, and actually enjoy it (because the reader is psycho too) . And also the reader helps with some of the challenges. When the reader finally comes to the camp. Chris excitedly hugs his girlfriend and being all lovey dovey towards the reader, and campers are more scared because his more psycho than he was before. Chef is use too it. Because he hears Chris calls his girlfriend every. Hour. When. They. Are. Apart. That's explains why he's on the phone, and always gets mad at them for "not being quite" Is Chris protective over the reader? But when the reader is not there, Chris is more aggressive than he was before how would the campers and the interns react, would they try to look for the reader? When the reader comes back what does he do? How would the campers react when Chris says he's going to be a dad, how does chef and Chris react, Everytime when there's food involved now he's always have the best and tastiest food for the reader and it's always in front of the campers too. How would the campers feel about that, and seeing Chris looking at them like, yeah look what MY pregnant girlfriend have! She's better than all of you! Chris would always wants cuddles even in front of the campers. How would Chris react if something happen and the reader ALMOST got hint, would he be more protective over the reader more because one: she almost got hint from one of the things that was post to be for the campers and two: she's pregnant, what would they do while there not doing challenges? Does Chris touches the reader more now that's she's pregnant? Does Chris makes two interns to watch over the reader till he comes back because she almost got hint?

LMAOOO YASSS ALL OF THIS. Sorry this took so long and I’m here to make it up to you babes.

Ok let’s start!

First all when Chris finally told the campers he had a girlfriend and he flew her out here, they thought he was lying obviously and thought it was another challenge. Lmao

“Wait…Chris actually has a girlfriend?” Bridget spoke to her group at the table. Gwen said “yeah apparently and I heard she’s on her way too.”

Chris barges into the eating area with someone. “EVERYONE QUIET AND LISTEN UP! My girlfriend Y/n is here.” You smiled a bit and waved. “Hey guys!”

And boy when I tell you they was shocked..they was shocked.

When they realized you are crazy just like Chris.

“I swear these challenges are getting crazier and crazier ever since y/n came to spend time with Chris.” Said Duncan. Cj started to speak, “Mann you’re not kidding.”

You rang the sound alarms around the camp. “Campers better move on because these savage bunnies are very close to getting you guys. And one more thing who’s ever group is left behind will be walking the dock of shame.”

The next thing you knew all you here was screaming and groans.

“Geez…Chris these bunnies gonna leave a scratch or two on them.”

Also I feel like Chris is more ya know a ass when y/n has to leave and the camper’s definitely noticed it. Chef does not care lmaoo. Literally it’s like hot and cold for the campers. One minute they’re begging Chris to have you come back and be here so he can calm down with the attitude and challenges and one minute they are forcing y/n to leave because they keep forgetting that hey she looks innocent but she’s as crazy as we bf😭

We definitely established this that Chris is one show off he’s going to take any and every moment to boost about you and the little bundle of joy which the campers collectively call the baby chucky😩

Chris does realizes that the camp is not safe and he does become more protective of you. He’s everywhere…I MEAN EVERYWHERE.

Would he actually have interns to watch you to make sure you’re safe? Actually I feel like that’s a no. Like I said HE’S EVERYWHERE WITH YOU. He’ll just have chef take over😈

[4uru]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Dark Artifices Series - Cassandra Clare Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Mark Blackthorn/Diego Rosales Characters: Mark Blackthorn, Diego Rosales Additional Tags: tda swap au, Anal Sex, Bottoming from the Top, Angst and Porn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Friends With Benefits Series: Part 3 of too rare to die Summary:

He wondered, briefly, what would happen to them both if it became known that the future Inquisitor was sleeping with the biggest persona non grata in the Clave.

Swap au: The Blackthorn children (except for Helen and mark) get kidnapped to faerie by Sebastian Morgenstern. Their lives take a turn for the worse. And they get separated. Mark is sent to live with his uncle. fate finds him in LA after five years, on a mission to search for the lost Herondale.

taglist: (also tagging the people who asked for this fic’s snippets)  @aparticularbandit  @owlbearwrites @chaosandtwo @tleeaves @thevagabondexpress @faithfromanewperspective @lesbocrocker @caterpillarinacave

[alma-berry]

Red.

It is only in those scattered seconds before he falls asleep, that Kit sees him. When his consciousness loses its guard, leaning into the alluring opening notes of abandon There, in the space between the recklessness of night and the cruelty of knowing In the zero gravity of the heart, is where they meet.

They speak a foreign language, They don’t speak at all

Hidden are all the unshed words  There’s only the violence of breath, sometimes Kit’s Sometimes his Warm skin burning fingers fumbling lips Wet, choking tears Eyes, unwilling to look away Unlike reality, Kit once thought, in a rare flash of clear realization

It’s not even a dream, just a knowing of sort A question in the absence of an answer A wish, in the face of his cowardice

He never says his name, you see

He’s afraid  of waking up.

But he does.

(When Kit awakes, all he remembers is the faint heat of silver)

[eexhausted]

[anav281nvrmind]

Hey guys! I know I stopped posting but I've been working one something else.

Remember in GotSM, Livvy asked Ty to write to Kit, in The Lost World, thanking him for the necklace he had given to them. From the way that conversation went, Livvy was very adamant on Ty writing to Kit, even if he didn't reply. So he must have, right??

I've been working on a fanfic to show the aftermath of this, and how Kit reacted when he got the letter, weather he replied or not, and what happened next.

Read it on Wattpad. ~Letters~ A KitTy fanfic by @nvrtrustaduck281

I hope you'll enjoy it!

[steamworksfairy]

So I have a fanfic idea for KitTy, right? And I was thinking it wasn't the most original. That so many people must have written something like this, right?

And I was like, "This is going to need me to go through the timeline. I might even have to read tda again to make sure I have as many details as I can right." Which is why I looked through ao3. Because that would be a lot of work. I'm insane enough for it, but I didn't want to write this particular idea if a lot of people were already writing it.

Imagine my surprise when I looked through ao3 and saw that no one seemed to have thought of it. I'm insane enough for this, so I'm writing it. Especially since I need to hype myself up even further for twp, and this will most definitely help. So yeah, it's time for me to do a great deal of reading. Gotta feed my fellow KitTy shippers as we wait for more twp news to come out.

[theyluvlyss]

/ᐠ-˕-マ~ master list for...

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 !

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is it bad that I kind of want a satirical (and safe, ofc !) live action🤔? they have to do it just right, though, or it'll be cringe...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

[chewriting]

I'm a little late to this, but I really wanted to thank you all for 1,000 hits on One Will Die Before He Gets There on Ao3!!! I don't think I've ever hit a number that high in all my years of publishing my work online, so this is really really special for me.

So, really, thank you for anyone who's clicked on my fanfiction, here or on Archive of Our Own. I really appreciate the support :)

Just in case you are one of the many who hasn't check it out, I'll list them here:

Archive of Our Own

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[erytt]

hey y'all, I made a tumblr to put my stupid fanfics into because If I don't I will forget I wrote this-

Its planned to be an All-Stars/ assistant noah/ Alenoah fic that primary focuses on that but also sorta delves into characters pasts and stuff, still in its first chapter so allat will happen later but I have a rough sketch of it. Thats all thank you tumblr !

FIC SUMMARY - All-Stars fic where Noah has graduated from being chris's assistant to work on the show and Alejandro doesn't come out of being trapped in a robot suit mentally or physically stable.

[luciehercndale]

True Love Stories Never Have Endings

A belated birthday gift for @emmcarstairs 💜 I tried to put your most favorite ships together in a fan fiction, I hope you like it!

London, Spring 2015

Emma sat on the new parquet of the living room at Blackthorn Hall, sifting through a couple of cream-colored cardboard boxes. She and Julian found them in a closet in the only part of the house that they hadn’t renovated yet, the one dating from the 60’s. Emma wasn’t sure why they’d left that one for last. Perhaps Julian had foresighted that they’d find something valuable in there.

“There are a lot of personal belongings in this wing,” she noticed when they started checking the cupboards and the drawers. “I wonder who lived here? Do you have any idea?”

“I really don’t,” Julian shrugged. “Perhaps a Blackthorn?” he offered, but he thought he would have known. 

“Could your father and uncle might’ve lived here?” Emma wondered, but Julian quickly shook his head. She went back to her box, and found a tiny one with gray stripes on it. Inside, there were a bunch of black and white photographs with the name of the person pictured and the date on the back. In most of the photos there were little kids, three boys and a girl. They looked happy, and they seemed familiar even though they lived a century earlier. “Teddy, Kitty, Willy, Robby,” Emma said out loud, “they were Blackthorns.”

“Blackthorns who named all their children with names ending in -y,” Julian came closer to look at the photos. “I guess it’s a family tradition to follow a theme,” he laughed, thinking about his own family. “Perhaps they inspired the next generations.” He continued his search until he found a box made of wood in one of the drawers of the closet. Some of the blue velvet covering it was coming off, but it was still in good condition. There was a golden inscription on the top, with the Blackthorn family symbol underneath. “L&J, Spring 1908. True Love Stories Never Have Endings.” 

“Wow, this looks old. My parents used to have one too, it belonged to my grandma,” Emma said, suddenly interested in what Julian was looking at. “Who are L&J?”

“Blackthorns?” Julian offered with a shrug, pointing to the circle of thorns on the velvet. “I believe it was them,” he continued after opening the box, where he found a few pictures. The couple pictured could’ve been around their age. “It must have been their wedding day, considering the poses. The girl has a bouquet and this looks like wedding attire, I don’t know,” he showed it to Emma. 

“Lucie and Jesse Blackthorn, May 13, 1908. Our wedding day. You’re right,” Emma read aloud. “There’s even a tiny heart drawn here, how cute,” she smiled. “They must’ve been your great-great-great grandparents, I guess? They look a lot like you and your siblings” she observed the picture better. “I think I remember this guy from one of the portraits at the Los Angeles Institute.”

“I believe he is Rupert’s son,” he said. “They look so much like Livvy and Ty when they were little children,” Julian continued with a faraway expression, pointing a finger on the locket around the girl’s neck. It was the same one Julian had given to Livvy and that now Ty kept. “They must be the reason the Blackthorn family didn’t cease to exist after Rupert died.”

“Indeed,” Emma covered his hand with hers. “And that you’re here, with me, today,” she said lovingly, pressing her lips on his. “So thank you, Lucie and Jesse Blackthorn?”

“We should keep these photographs and memories in a safe place,” Julian nodded. “These are family heirlooms, like the locket,” he showed the two rings he found inside to Emma. They had the same inscription as the top of the box. “I don’t want them to be lost in this ruckus.”

“Smart idea,” she agreed. “Let’s see what more we have here, then.”

London, Spring 1908

It was the day before her much awaited marriage with Jesse, and Lucie was too busy worrying about her vows. Not only the vows she would exchange during the ceremony, but also the ones she would say in front of the guests before the wedding feast. She knew she could’ve just thanked everyone for being there, but as usual, she’d been verbose, as Cordelia had defined her speech. “You need to be more concise, the guests would be starving once you’re done,” she’d suggested. She was probably right, but she still couldn’t help but write half a page of words of affection and gratitude towards her future husband and her guests. They would understand. 

Jesse couldn’t even sit down to eat dinner the evening before the wedding. He asked his aunt Cecily and uncle Gabriel to spend the night at their house in Bedford street. “It’s tradition that I am not to see Lucie the day before the wedding,” he explained. “Dear, traditions are made to be broken,” Cecily said. “You’re just like your uncle Gabriel,” she laughed, and told him that they had been in a similar living arrangement before they got married, and he had done the same. “I went to my brother’s house the night before our wedding,” uncle Gabriel started, and they spent the remainder of the time talking about past memories, trying to ease Jesse’s anxiety. 

Neither he or Lucie could sleep that night, but at least it was all a blur after preparations started early in the morning. Lucie could barely remember her mother and her friends helping her with her hair and dress, before she set for the sanctuary. Nor Jesse could recall the embarrassment he felt realizing his palms were sweaty when he caught sight of the girl he loved walking down the aisle. Lucie didn’t forget her vows, while Jesse had a brief lapse of memory but he quickly remembered the words he had to say. “I’m sorry for earlier,” he told Lucie when they were taking pictures after the ceremony ended. “I was totally dumbstruck,” he confessed shyly.

“No need to apologize,” she muttered with a grin, still blushing. “We made it through, that’s what matters the most, right? ”

“No talking until we take at least five pictures,” said the vampire photographer her father hired. “It takes a few minutes to process these, so stay still and smile for the camera! Don’t you want your descendants to remember you?”

“Of course we do,” Jesse told the guy with a pleasant smile, “but let me kiss my wife before we start.” He glanced at Lucie, and she waited expectantly to be kissed. 

The vampire had to cough to make them stop. “Shadowhunters in love, the things I abhor the most,” he muttered, “I wonder why I accepted this job!”

“To make a living?” Lucie chanced, but the vampire rolled his eyes. “I apologize, that was bad. Please, we’ll behave. We’re eager to have our pictures taken,” she said excitedly. 

The vampire shook his head and muttered how Shadowhunter's sense of humor was of poor taste, but he still took their wedding pictures, preserving their memory to this day.

So, thank you Emma and Julian for remembering your Blackthorn ancestors.

[prettytingzz]

I LOVE YOUR BLOG THIS IS SONEXCITING I LOVE ALL YOUR CHRIS STUFF. if your rqs are open, can i rq alejandro x trans male reader?? TYSM MWAH

Alejandro x Trans male

I kind of wanna do a cute lil fluff for you.

“Here, try it.” Alejandro teased you as he passed one of his burnt chocolate chip cookies to you.

Shaking your head quickly, while laughing and flailing your hands at him. The amount of failed cookie attempts your boyfriend made was astonishing. All the windows were opened, letting the late cool crispy winter air in, replacing with the burnt smelly air.

As you tossed a batch of burnt cookies in the the trash, you said. “You have to stop baking baby.”

“I agree…or I can try again.” He chuckled and picked up a bag of flour from the counter.

“No, no, no, no.” You groaned trying to take the flour from his hands. Reacting in the most dramatic way possible.

“Just one more.” He pleaded jokingly, and you shook your head at him, leaning in closer, and placing your face against his shoulder.

“Fine,” you said while gazing up at him in a loving gaze.

Despite tasting his horrid cookies for so long, you couldn’t picture life without him…and his cookies😏

[ahumanbeingtryingherbest]

Whatever you're doing, don't stop and think about ty when he got back to his room at the Scholomance.

Don't think about the silence in the piece and the void in his heart when the portal closed behind him.

Don't think about him not knowing what to do, where to sit or what to do with his hands.

Don't think about him sitting, absorbed in his work, the music coming from his headphones loud but not enough to miss the noise Anush made when he got back in.

Do not think about Anush's:"Hey Tibs, what's up?" and Ty mumbling out an answer without getting his eyes of off his books.

Do not think of the lamp on his desk, the only source of light in the room, light up with a warm globe the papers spread around and the necklaces around his neck.

Do not think about Anush soft gaze squaring him out for a minute and then asking in a low, soft voice:"You sure?", and Ty nodding without looking in his eyes.

Do not think about the days, weeks after that encounter. About him engrossed in his classes but seemingly apparently more tired than usual.

Do not think about him chilling with is classmates, laughing and drinking on Friday evening, but not enough to let him forget the gaze of the boy he cannot stop dreaming about.

Do not think about his blank look, about his rage, about his desperation.

About the desire to rip off and throw away one of those necklaces from his neck but not succeeding.

About the letter he almost sent for him, forgotten in his drawer until he can find the strength to burn it.

Do not think about Livvy cradling him to sleep when he takes too much to.

Do not think about it.

[ti-bae-rius]

Prompt dailyau (via hailargent)

‘Our flats are opposite each other and your kitchen window faces my kitchen so we always see each other making coffee at 3am’

Ship: KITTY

(I think after the last sobh update we need some happy kitty content)

Even though I know he’s there, I don’t want to look like I’ve been waiting, so I stir my cup of coffee for longer than necessary, the spoon clinking against the mug until the steam has all but stopped rising from it. Then I look up and smile. He raises his mug in greeting and I offer a little wave in return. The knot inside me loosens and I head back to my room, finally able to focus. This strange ritual has become a vital part of my routine and, even though I don’t know him at all, have never even heard his voice, my day feels wrong if we don’t see each other.

It’s been the same thing every day for a couple of months. Perhaps, for some people, that would be dull, but to me it’s like the satisfying pop of a stiff joint. I’m not sure when he moved in, but at some point I noticed it; his apartment is directly across the alley from mine and from my kitchen window I can see his identical flat, the perfect mirror image of my own. When he stands in front of his sink, drinking his coffee, and I do the same at mine, it’s like we’re reflections, inverted versions of one another.

The next evening when I make my coffee, he isn’t there yet. My upstairs neighbours are either having sex or moving furniture. I hope for the latter. Before I can have those hopes dashed, I pull my headphones on and shuffle a playlist. While the water boils, I put dishes away, vague shuffle-dancing from the cupboard to the drying rack and back. When I finally look up, he’s watching me, grinning. Before I can blush too hard, I realise he’s dancing too, in time with me. He moonwalks into his lounge and disappears from view, leaving me to finish making my drink alone. My feet tap to my music right up until I fall asleep, well after I’ve taken my headphones off, and I can’t help wondering if his do too.

The day after, he’s there first, looking as if he’s just woken up despite it being 8 o’clock at night. His elbow is up on the counter and his chin rests on his hand as if he’s in danger of falling asleep on his feet. I can’t stop looking at his hair: no two strands appear to be going in the same direction - it’s fluffy in some places and flattened in others like the grass on a campsite. I motion to my own hair and he pulls his phone out, then looks back to me, mouth open in faux-offence. He pulls his hoodie over his face and yanks on the strings so that his face all but disappears, then flips me off with both hands. The whole day, laughter keeps bubbling between my lips at the memory.

And then the next day arrives, and he isn’t there.

For a whole week, a strange, horrible sourness creeps into me, tainting each day with the feeling that something is wrong. Each day, the world feels a little more off-kilter, like someone is pushing a vase closer and closer to the edge of a table. More than once, I consider throwing something at his window, but knowing me I’d smash the glass or miss completely. Besides, what would I even say?

‘Hello. I’m Ty. You have inadvertently become a part of my daily routine and I’d really appreciate a notice period of 2-3 weeks if you plan to stop assuming that role I’ve never communicated to you. Also it’s very hard to focus because I keep going back to my kitchen hoping to see you and I’ve made so many cups of coffee I’m constantly vibrating.’

It sounded a bit…intense for an introduction.

I briefly consider that maybe he’s gone on vacation, but if I squint I can see the constant flicker of a TV somewhere in the apartment. Then I become hyper aware of how much of a stalker I’m being and back off. At least for a while.

It’s in the second week I really start to panic and become gripped with a horrible fear he’s died. I have no logical basis for this; he’s just a stranger that just so happens to live in an apartment with a kitchen facing my own, but the idea that he’s hurt - or worse - and might be all alone begins to eat away at me. I spend Saturday trying to work out the floor plan of his building to figure out which apartment he’s in, falling down a rabbit hole of horror stories about people dying in their home and not being found for months, and being unable to sleep with completely unwarranted but all-encompassing worry.

Sunday morning when I go to make coffee and don’t see him there, I grab my keys and get dressed. It only takes a minute to walk across to his building, ring the bell for the apartment I think is his. It takes even less time for me to realise how absolutely insane I’m being. The door clicks open and a blue eye peers at me through the crack, the gold chain stopping it from swinging wide. It’s him, with dark rings under his eyes and the beginnings of a shitty beard from not shaving, but him nonetheless. He looks completely baffled to see me and I wish for the universe to rewind two minutes because now I’m here, and he clearly hasn’t died or broken a leg or whatever, I realise how utterly stupid this is. I’m a perfect stranger, on his doorstep, with no reason to be here except that -

“About 30,000 people in Japan die alone in their apartments every year,” I blurt out. I clamp my mouth closed, then open it again to apologise, but against all odds (and common sense) he takes his door off the latch and opens it, leaning against the frame. He’s not as tall as I imagined he’d be, and close up I can see freckles across his nose like he’s been flicked by a paintbrush coated in watercolour. His sweatpants are too long and the cuffs bunch around his bare feet like leg warmers. I rub my hands down my jeans nervously and try again.

“I haven’t seen you in your kitchen for a while and I just wanted to check you were okay.”

He blinks at me, seemingly speechless, then swallows, throat bobbing like a buoy.

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay,” he says in a way that makes me think he hasn’t spoken in a long time, voice all tight and unsteady. It also makes me think he’s lying. I wonder if the scepticism shows on my face because he continues. “I’ll, um, I’ll be alright.”

I bite my lip because I don’t know what to say. I’m about to just turn and leave, to stop this whole ridiculous thing I’ve started, when he clears his throat.

“I don’t know. I’m not great.”

I take a deep breath before I reply, ready with what I wanted to say all along, a script already written in my head.

“I’m Ty,” I tell him, “and maybe you don’t know but we kind of got into a routine of making our coffee together, well, kind of together. And I know we never spoke but it was my favourite part of the day and then you stopped and that’s fine, but I wanted you to know how much it meant to me. And that I was really worried you’d died.”

When I glance back at him, he looks like he might cry. He blinks a few times and exhales slowly.

“Thanks,” he says gruffly, coughing a little to clear his throat. “I, uh, I really needed that.”

“Are you okay?” I ask, and he looks at me as if he’s been waiting for someone to ask him that question for years. He leans towards me and starts talking and talking and talking.

“I thought I was doing great, y’know? But a couple weeks back my parents video-called me and they put my sister on - she’s only 3 - and she didn’t even recognise me and started crying and I haven’t even been gone a year but it’s as if I was never even there. Like, I was going to go home, right? I was going to go visit them, and my dad was like ‘we can set up the guest room for you!’ and I was all ‘oh, what about my room?’ and they’ve turned it into a fucking office. Which, like, of course they have because I don’t even live there anymore and it’s not as if they wouldn’t change it back if I told them it bothered me, but it’s like, of course Mina’s gonna forget me if there’s nothing to remind her of me. They were so excited to have me home, so it’s not like they haven’t missed me, and now I’ve messed that up because I don’t want to go back anymore, so I’m making it all worse anyway. But I’m like, I’ve moved all the way out here - all the way from fucking Devon by the way - to get a job, which I can’t even find. So what was the point? I have no money left and even though they’d send me some, no questions, if I asked, I can’t ask because I’d feel guilty and this is all so stupid. My sister is forgetting me and I have nothing to show for being here so why not just move home? But my room’s a fucking office. And all I do is apply for jobs and watch The Good Place. I haven’t left this building in 2 weeks, Ty, and I ran out of coffee like 10 days ago and I’ve cried twice this week because I just want coffee - even though it’s not really about the coffee, clearly - but I can’t drag myself to the store to get a fucking jar of instant fucking coffee.”

He appears to say all of this in one long breath, though I know that can’t be the case. Still, when he finishes, his chest is heaving like he’s just finished running a marathon. He looks flushed and stressed, but also ever-so-slightly relieved. It’s a definite improvement on how he looked before, like he’s set down some great weight. I try to find something to say.

“I have coffee,” I settle on eventually and a tiny glimmer of the guy I remember, who danced along with me so I wouldn’t be embarrassed to be caught, returns to his eyes.

“Kick a guy when he’s down, why don’t you?”

I don’t fully understand what he’s talking about so I laugh in the way you laugh when you haven’t heard what someone says, and say “Would you like to come and have a coffee with me at my place?”

He softens.

“That sounds really, really nice.” He glances down at himself and backs into his apartment. “I’ll change and meet you in the lobby in 5. I cannot believe I opened the door to you looking like this.”

I smile and turn away to start down the hall before he calls my name.

“I’m Kit, by the way. And just so you know, our coffees were the best part of my days too.”

He tucks his head back behind the door and closes it, leaving me standing in the middle of a hallway that is strange but familiar, the perfect reflection of the one outside my own door, hoping that Kit forgets to buy his own instant coffee for a couple more weeks.

[thevagabondexpress]

chapter 7 of "fly over the north shore (i'm going home)"

this episode: moth delivers some complicating news. grainne suspects espionage. livvy's world is turned upside down. word count: this chapter is less than a thousand words (this is what happens when i write in first person)

Ty and I wrote back and forth frequently and I was due him a letter anyhow. How he was allowed this from the Hunt of all places I don't know, but it didn't seem like he was getting in any trouble for the letters—though Ty had always had a gift for not getting caught. I worried about that sometimes. I worried what would happen if he did something he wasn't supposed to and someone did find him out. Annwyn was notoriously cruel when people broke its rules.

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Behind the scenes

A ridonculous race fanfic request:

(Sorry if it’s too short)

The hotels windows were all dimmed out during the night. All except one which inhabited a pair of famous goths and their equally beloved bunny. Crimson leaned back onto her boyfriend’s chest, snuggling up to him whilst watching another cheesy horror movie together and roll their eyes at the bad acting. It was one of their favourite pastimes asides from doing each other’s extravagant makeup.

“Hey babe I’ve been thinking about something recently” Ennui spoke in his chronically monotone voice that only the love of his life Crimson could truly hear the emotion behind. “About the race right? It would be nice to win we’ve been getting far now”

A hint of a smile appeared on Ennui’s face as he ran his fingers through Crimson’s long dyed hair. “That too but mostly about us and how far our relationship has come recently.” Crimson nodded in response “I feel like the race has been the best thing to happen to us”

“And Loki” Crimson added gesturing towards their bunny who was angrily chomping on a carrot.

“For us all. It’s been great for us all, filming will continue tomorrow so for now we have time to ourselves” He moved his other hand towards Crimson’s deathly pale hands and held onto them tightly. “Y’know one day we should get married, not now of course as we still have the race but I feel like we have truly become inseparable”

Crimson stared up at her taller goth boyfriend with a loving expression “Yeah I get what you mean I’d want that too. Imagine the wedding perhaps we could theme it after one of our fav horror movies?”

“I was more thinking on the lines of the Addam’s family” Loki climbed between the couple and nuzzled into the fresh sheets with them to sleep, his little ears poking out adorably from under the covers.

The sound of thunder echoed through the silent hotel room like a gunshot disturbing everyone except for the couple from their slumber. “Nice a thunderstorm I wish there were more of them back home they make me sleep like a corpse” Ennui noted picking up the remote and switching off the movie. “Same here love, I’ll never get why people are scared of thunderstorms”

“I mean we don’t know why people are sacred of anything really especially movies. Perhaps that’s why people treat us differently from everyone else.”

“Except for animals though they cling to you like a lifeline” Crimson had to suppress a smirk as her boyfriend rolled his dark eyes. “I guess that isn’t always a bad thing, we would never of had Loki if it wasn’t for this”

“That’s true” Crimson yawned and rested her head onto her tailor made pillow based off of her favourite horror movie series. Ennui leaned back next to her spooning together with Loki resting on the pillow between them.

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