Once Upon a Time

Writing fanfics for many fandoms.

[selene-kaito]

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Lunar Chronicles

As Long as I Have You (Pt1. CinderxKai abuse): Kai realizes that Cinder’s past is worse than he realized)

Anxiety (CinderxKai, modern au): Cinder and Kai have been dating for months but she never told him about her anxiety. But a New Years party will change that)

Through Silver Tears (Thorne and Cinder lots of emotions): Thorne and Cinder need a shoulder to cry on)

Dizzy(Kaider):Stubborn Cinder insisting that she isn’t sick.

I’m Whole(Thorne and Cinder): Thorne starts having some doubts.

Magisterium

How Did It All Change (Alastair Hunt): Alastair Hunt reflects on the similarities between his childhood friend and his son

An Old Friend (Tamara’s human friend): Thomas was Tamara’s best friend but now she’s different and will anything be the same?

Echoes of Friends (Jasper misses Callum): Jasper listened to people insult Call but he can’t take it anymore. He needs to see one of his best friends.

Can Never Go Home (Alastair Hunt): Alastair tries to deal with his new life, but cannot stop himself from mourning all that he lost.

Happy and Drunk: Tamara does not handle alcohol well. Luckily Call does.

Through Thick and Through Thin: When Call's leg starts hurting Tamara and Aaron are there for him. They learn how his leg prevented him from making friends and promise that his leg doesn't change anything

CH2

How Long Has it Been?: In the dark cells of the prison, Call remembers Aaron. He remembers the good and the bad.

A Court of Thorns and Roses

My Life, My Rules

CHAPTER ONE -- CHAPTER TWO-- CHAPTER THREE-- CHAPTER FOUR-- CHAPTER FIVE--CHAPTER SIX

[emjenenla]

I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known [A Dark Artifices Fanfic]

(Don’t know where it goes, but it’s only me, and I walk alone.) When she learned her brother’s secrets, Livvy made herself a promise; she wasn’t going to let Julian do everything on his own anymore. Or that LoS AU where no one dies, but things are still messed up anyway.

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[arinbelle]

I want to write a fic so bad fixing up that lil whatever it was in Ember’s POV because by god I am a die hard Nessian Stan and I just can’t with this shit anymore.

[arinbelle]

And I will! And I will go into heavy detail!

( I just needed to fixit fic it up. Now I can go to bed and stay delulu)

~*~

Nesta finished her breakfast with Ember, joking about Bryce and listening with ease at all the horror stories her mother brought up. Bryce as a young girl, willful and stubborn. Bryce as a teenager, even more so, and then with more agency to cause trouble. She did not miss the worry that crossed Ember’s eyes every so often when speaking of her daughter, nor did Nesta miss the dull ache it spiked in her own chest as she remembered her mother would never have mourned her in such a way.

Never would have worried for her or stood up for her in the way that Ember Quinlan had done in a heartbeat for Nesta. Rhysand’s anger had not been misplaced. In her heart she knew that, however much ire his disposition on the whole issue had riled up in her. 

It wasn’t new but it was still irritating. Being at such odds with everyone because of one risky decision she’d made. 

She’d acted without thinking. Acted with her heart and some phantom voice in her mind guiding her to trust Bryce Quinlan. A voice that sounded suspiciously like the Mother. But Nesta knew even without it, she would have given the mask to Bryce. 

She remembered a time when she had been human once, begging for the Mortal Queens to save them. Save the humans should the war in the Fae lands spill over to them. She had recalled that helplessness she’d felt. 

Even though Bryce Quinlan was no longer human, even though she was much like Nesta as a new Fae, it was that same pleading look on her face, one Nesta had worn once, that had her handing it over. 

A better world. 

That was what Bryce was fighting for. It was admirable and honorable and Nesta respected her for it. 

But she was a liar if she didn’t admit it had bothered her. Not Rhysand’s anger or Amren’s condescending attitude. She was used to it. Hell, they were used to it.

But Cassian hadn’t uttered more than a few words to her in the past day. It had been he who had found her in their living room, right before Rhysand had winnowed in, portal just closing and a shocked Ember and Randall left behind. She’d quickly explained what had happened in regards to Bryce’s parents. But the news about the Mask had not landed as softly.

”You didn’t,” he’d whispered, horror covering his face.

She hadn’t known what to say. How to respond to the emotions on his face, quickly turning to anger. Anger at her.

Rhys had briefed swiftly and it had all gone to hell from then on. Even after being dismissed last night from his study and the threat of continuing their argument that morning hadn’t fazed her. It had been Cassian’s silence. When Rhysand had laid into her and he’d positioned himself equally between them. She hadn’t missed the uncertainty in his face, the unease of the decision on who to hold back and who to protect should things get physical. She told herself it didn’t mean anything. That it was an impossible decision, to choose between a mate and a sibling. 

But Nesta knew deep down that wasn’t true. Because should it ever happen, not that it ever would, Nesta would choose Cassian. Over Feyre, over Elain, over Emerie or Gwyn. And the thought should have bothered her more so, that she could so easily turn on those she called sisters for a male she’d only known a mere three years. But she would. 

For him, she would.

She hadn’t come to his bed that night, opting to sleep in her old bedroom when she’d first come to the House of Wind. She hadn’t missed the fact that he did not seek her out as he often did when they fought in the past. Did not stay outside her door for a few moments before walking away, if only to let her know that he was here. That they may be angry at each other and would likely not speak for a few more days, he was still here.

It had marked a shift in them. He had been cold and quiet even as he’d flown her up to meet with Rhysand. Silent still for the second verbal lashing she’d gotten in Rhysand’s study and again before Ember had needed to intervene. 

The bond had been eerily quiet between them and neither she nor Cassian had attempted to pull on it. Cassian’s reasons were foreign to her at this point but she knew she’d never yield first. 

He wanted to be pissed at her? Fine. She stood by her choices, reckless as they were. And if Bryce survived the onslaught of the Asteri and freed her people, it would be all the more worth it.

 She left Ember and Randall in her library after leading them through the House and its various rooms. Ember was taken with each of them, gasping with delight at the magic the House seemed to be putting on display for her. Nesta knew deep down it had something to do with her own will to impress Ember. To treat her as a guest after the kindness she’d shown. The kindness that she knew had been passed onto Bryce as well.

She had just finished polishing Ataraxia, allowing the repetitive motion to soothe her frayed nerves and center her mind. Rhys had avoided her for the entirety of the day, perhaps no longer interested in another fight with her. Perhaps he knew that she may indeed bite back today after taking it far more graciously than she was used to.

It was then that Cassian appeared, just as she placed Ataraxia in its sheath and put it to the side of the room they slept in. He hurried in, intent with every step he took, and she knew he had not seen her in the corner of their room.

She also knew exactly when he did. The abrupt stop he made three steps from his desk, the tensing of his muscles in his back, his arms, and the way his wings immediately flexed in. He made a point to stiffly reach his desk and take whatever parchment he’d run in to retrieve. 

She could not read his expression when he finally faced her. 

Such vast space between them it threatened to swallow Nesta whole. Yet it was only a mere fifteen paces. 

It was Cassian who first yielded.

”I’m going to Illyria for a quick meeting with some of the Generals. Do you want to stop by and see Emerie?”

Nesta blinked. Whatever she’d been expecting him to say, it had not been that. She told him as much.

”That was weak. You could just go back to ignoring me. Better than offering favors you don’t mean.”

He stiffened. “I meant it.”

She laughed, dark and low. Couldn’t help it. “I doubt that. You’ve been avoiding me all day. Even last night. I don’t know how to break it to you Cassian, but you could just yell at me and get it out of your system. Rhysand certainly did.”

He grunted. “I’m not here to pick a fight.”

Well she was itching for one. Needed it to get to the end of this. Get rid of this festering hurt and resentment she was starting to feel. 

She didn’t give into it though. Not yet anyways.

”So I suppose you’ll wait for Rhysand to start it then. Finish it too no doubt.”

That was it. She noted the muscle tick in his jaw, flutterering as if his words themselves were pulling back from being spoken. From the damage they may cause.

”You think his anger is misplaced then.”

Not a question. No she didn’t, but she didn’t say that.

Instead, Nesta shrugged flippantly, knowing it would send him seeing red. Let him think her aloof and careless of the consequences. She’d made her feelings on the entire matter known already. If they wanted to stay stuck on the same nonsensical loop, she’d gladly let them. 

It did the trick. He snarled ever so softly, but it was there.

”And what then? What now? If she dies, you are never getting the Mask back.”

Nesta snorted, adjusting her sword against the wall before walking up to him.

”Haven’t you heard though? The Daglan will likely bring it back to me right before enslaving all of us.”

”You think this is a joke?” Fury blazed in his eyes. Good. Better than that silent nothing.

”Of course,” she answered coldly. “How could I possibly possess the ability to understand what my decisions mean, should things go wrong? After all, you are right, and I am as always, on the wrong side of everything.”

Cassian sighed tiredly. As if she were the biggest nuisance of his day. “Nobody said that, Nesta.”

”You did,” she accused. She hated the slight crack in her voice. But she pushed on. “You’ve been punishing me with your silence since yesterday. I thought you would understand me. You always do.” She bit her lip, forcing the water that had filled her eyes to tamp itself down. “But you didn’t,” she whispered dejectedly.

Understanding filled his face and for a moment, Cassian was hers again. He saw her, all of her, and everything was right. He stepped closer and ran his warm hands over her arms, willing the tension in them to release. Comforting her.

”I understand why you thought you were right Nesta. But it was dangerous. Is dangerous. You know this, I know you do. Rhys is right to be angry about-“

She scoffed, pushing the comfort of his hands away. He startled but caught himself quickly. 

“Rhys again,” she spit out. “Sometimes I wonder if its brotherly love or something more that has you running to his defense at every moment.”

Cassian snapped, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

”It means…” She stopped herself short. Surveyed his beautiful face. That unrelenting gaze that was convinced she was the problem. And she spoke anew.

”It means just stood there. Letting him rip into me like that. You watched. I can guarantee you one thing Cassian. If you ever spoke to Feyre the way he spoke to me today, he would never have tolerated it. You may think you’re family, but he’s High Lord when it suits him.”

“That’s bullshit,” he spit out. But there was a tremble in his voice. Even he didn’t believe himself. But before he could get in any excuse, any reason for his silence, she volleyed again.

”He wanted me to kill her. Your precious can-do-no-wrong brother, wanted me to murder her. I know you all have considered me evil and cruel and heartless.” She thought on it, the truth of the words and her past misdeeds. “And perhaps I am,” she admitted quieter now.

”But I am not capable of that. Never. You may all me think me some reprehensible monster but that is where I draw the line. I will not butcher an innocent female who’s only goal is to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves.”

He bared his teeth. “Don’t take that tone about him. He is trying to protect us while you have endangered us all with your actions. You-“

She bared her teeth right back. “I will not apologize for it.”

They were almost nose to nose, him leaning down to glare at her. Her, almost on the tips of her toes, meeting him in ferocity. 

Nesta almost didn’t recognize the cold voice she spoke in then. “My morals and his are not aligned. One day I will undoubtedly do something he will not be able to only yell about. He’ll just kill me like he’s threatened to do before. And even then you will silently allow it.”

Such rage filled his hazel eyes then, spurring her further.

”Or perhaps he’ll ask you to do it,” she crooned coldly. “And for precious Rhysand, of course you will.”

”Enough!,” he growled, the sound reverberating through her very bones.

”How can you even say-.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “How could you even think that would happen? I would never, you’re my mate. But more so, he would never hurt you.”

“So when he said he’d kill me last spring and you had to fly me out of the city, he didn't mean me harm? He just said it? For no reason? No real threat, just words?”

She cocked her head at him, trying to get a read. “Do you believe the words you say Cassian, or do you just say them because you so desperately want to believe they’re true?”

Cassian looked horrified. Whether it was what her words implied or something else she didn't know. She didn't wait to find out, turning on her heel and leaving him behind. 

Nesta had almost made it to the door when she felt him tug on their bond, scrambling for purchase. Finally he’d reached out. But it was not enough. She tamped down hard on the bond, crushing that connection until she was ready to let him in. She heard his gasp, heard the half-choke he’d made at her denial. As if it had physically pained him. Perhaps it had. 

”Forget Rhys,” she spoke quietly, with deadly calm. “If it were you, and Feyre…hell anyone, spoke to you in that way, demeaned and pulled rank on you, I’d rip their fucking throat out.”

~*~

Cassian lay awake all night. Nesta had gone down to the Library, likely to talk to Gwyn and she had not returned. She likely had stayed there for the night, sharing the priestess’ room instead of coming back to the vast House with him in it. 

It had unsettled him, the whole fight. Mostly because, while he knew they were somehow on the outs with each other, mostly of an unspoken sort, he hadn’t known how deep it had gone for her.

He’d felt it last night. When Rhys had snarled and stepped a little too close for comfort towards Nesta, he’d felt a wariness arise. A hum of energy to do something. He’d positioned himself just so, equally in between the two, neither here nor there. He didn’t believe Rhys would ever hurt Nesta. Not truly. And he also knew Nesta could fight her own battles. 

But perhaps that didn’t mean she should have to. Clearly, that was her affront with him. It had nothing to do with the mask and everything to do with him. And how his family reacted to her. 

He’d told himself it would change. With time, the more they got used to each other, things would change. Improve. And they had, to some extent. Rhys and Nesta had their moments of clarity- of sibling rivalry that somehow did stay harmless enough for it to be familial. Yet at times like these, they tested each other, and Cassian wondered which direction he would be pulled. 

While Nesta, his beautiful mate, had misplaced her trust, and possibly her judgment, her reasons had been good. Good and fair and honorable, just as she was. 

How many times in the past centuries had he tested the boundaries and limitations of his world? Taken grand risks that could have ended disastrously but didn’t. How many times had the rest of his family? Azriel. Mor. Amren. 

Too many. And yes, while Rhys was harsh and angry, he never lashed out the way he’d done to Nesta these past two days. 

And it didn’t sit right with him, not one bit.

Even when he woke the next day from a fitful sleep, it continued bothering him. When did they draw the line? Where did he draw his own?

Nesta was nowhere to be seen that next morning but he could guess whose company she would seek out if not his own or her friends.

His hunch proved true when he found her at the River Palace with Ember and Randall, eating breakfast. And they weren’t alone. 

Feyre turned first and waved as he entered the cozy dining room. Nyx gurgled and he tickled his nephew’s stomach as he fussed in Feyre’s lap.

Nesta made a point to not look at him. Fair. And earned. He let it go, sliding into a chair between Randall and Feyre.

”So, Bryce is your only daughter, and you’ve adopted a son recently?,” Feyre asked, picking up from whatever conversation they’d just had.

”Yes,” Ember answered, eyes alight with joy. “Cooper is our new addition. I never thought I’d have a son yet he’s perfect.” She reached to stroke Nyx’s cheek and his nephew cooed at the touch. Feyre smiled, looking down at her son.

”Me neither,” Feyre whispered softly, kissing his soft head.

Ember turned to Nesta then. “And you? I didn’t ask yesterday but…”

Nesta looked startled. “No,” she said rushed. A nervous laugh bubbled out of her, so unlike Nesta. “No children,” she said quietly. She accidentally met his eyes. 

“Not yet,” she added softer, holding his gaze. Then turning to Ember. “But one day. Maybe in a century or two,” she added with a laugh. 

He couldn’t help the burst of joy in his heart. Whenever she was ready, whenever she wanted, he’d happily take that next step with her. He could see it in his mind if he tried. A girl with Nesta’s face and his eyes, hair like Cassian’s and all the mannerisms of her mother. Children, their children, with wings. He would-

The door opened and Rhys strode in, going straight for Nyx and Feyre. He dropped a kiss on both of their foreheads before appraising the room.

To Ember, he nodded before speaking. “Do you know what your daughter’s plans will be by now? If she would have reached her goal by now or not?”

Ember shook her head. “No. It could be a day, it could be a week. It is a war after all. And even then, time could be moving differently between our worlds. I’m really not sure.”

Cassian saw the apprehension in his eyes. The worry at the unknown. He’d already begun making plans for later that day to visit Illyria again, and check up on some of his more advanced aerial legions. Should it come down to an invasion, they’d need to be ready at a moment’s notice. 

“Of course,” Rhys added with lethal quiet, plucking invisible lint off of his jacket, “we wouldn’t need to worry about any of this if Lady Archeron here hadn’t thrown away a precious weapon to a stranger who is for all intents and purposes, not to be trusted.”

”No offense,” he added offhandedly to Ember.

Feyre hissed.

Nesta spoke with similar quiet, but it was not of the same variety as Rhys. ”I wanted to help her. She needed my help.”

He looked at her, really looked at her, and there was guilt on her face. For all her bravado, for all her fierceness with him last night, she truly wasn’t happy with what had occurred. And fuck if it didn’t break his heart to see her look so weary. So uncertain.

“It was very kind of you. And brave,” Ember noted softly, patting Nesta’s hand. 

Rhys snapped, “No. No it was actually very selfish. And reckless. Everyone in the world needs help. We cannot put our world at risk for every creature that passes through the cosmos and sees us. Sees our powers and weapons. We’d be dead within the week.”

Cassian didn’t care for how loud Rhys’ voice was getting. Neither did Feyre from the look on her face. They were clearing speaking mind to mind, and Rhys did at least wince and look apologetic. To Feyre at least.

“No,” he bit out, to Feyre alone. Then to Nesta again, voice dange. “I don’t care if you were trying to be a hero and save her life. I don’t care that their world is in danger. You have put us in danger. My family. Feyre. Nyx.” 

Nesta clenched her hands into a fist on the table but said nothing. But he could see it in her eyes. The worry but most of all the blow that had landed from Rhys’s words. 

My family. Not hers. Not ours. 

He’d heard enough. 

Cassian surprised himself with his speed. One minute he’d been sitting at the table, and the next he was around it, blocking Rhys’s view of Nesta.

”That’s enough,” he said quietly, shocking even himself. He’d never heard his voice like this. Certainly not with this much danger laced through it. But something had snapped in his self control. 

Rhys’s words combined with that look on Nesta’s face that made him want to die. Such sadness. All this time she’d complained and worried to him that she felt she did not belong in his family. He’d treated it lightheartedly, explaining it off to different personalities clashing. Needing more time to adjust to each other. But it was never that. They, Rhys especially, had never seen Nesta as one of them. He’d never wanted to. 

Rhys went shock still.

“You said your piece, now move on. Theres nothing more to be done,” he added.

Rhys growled. “Not true. She’s still fighting with me on this with all this self-righteousness. We let her have the Trove because she could use it. Not to pull stunts like this.”

Cassian didn’t let it go this time. “It is her Trove. She wields the Mask, the Harp, and the Crown. Any lesser Fae would have died trying to temper it. Their mind would have melted from trying. It’s her to control and hers to decide what to do with. Not yours. Not mine. Hers.”

Rhys shook his head, laughing humorlessly as he sidestepped Cassian. ”And what will I do when she goes and does something we cannot salvage? Bryce Quinlan may survive yet. May. But a victory today doesn't mean she doesnt doom us again in the future. She needs to learn control. To not act on every fucking whim just because her heart desires. If you were anyone else, I swear to the Mother Nesta…” He’d all but roared at her.

Cassian snarled then, pushing back in front of Rhys. The threat to Nesta. The confirmation that she was all but barely tolerated by Rhys, and only because of her association to Feyre and himself… it hurt. But mostly it enraged him. 

“She’s not a dog on the street, she’s my mate. Lower your fuckng voice when you talk to her.”

Rhys gaped at him in shock. Only for a moment before collecting himself. 

”Is that a threat?,” he asked coolly. 

“Yes,” Cassian spat out, without hesitation. “Nesta is my family. She’s my mate, she’s your mate’s sister. And she’s here to stay for the rest of our lives. We’ve all fucked up once or twice in this family. Yourself included. If you can’t tolerate her, I can’t change that. I’m disappointed as hell in you for it Rhys, but I can’t do anything about it. But you will respect her.”

“And if I don’t?,” he challenged Cassian. The asshole didn’t even look flustered. 

Cassian laughed, just as cold and unnerving as before, unsettling himself yet again. At the lethal menace in his words directed towards his brother. “If you were anyone else, I swear to the Mother Rhys, I’d rip your fucking throat out for it.”

He held his brother’s stare. Let him see it, all of it. His anger, his disappointment. And his love. So much love for his mate it shouldn’t have been possible. No words were said but he set the line that Rhys would never cross again. Nesta was his and she was in this family. She would be treated with the respect she was owed. Not because she was his mate or the High Lady’s sister, but because she had earned it. And he’d be damned if he didn’t remind Rhys of it.

It could have been centuries or mere seconds but finally Rhys back up a few steps. Backed down.

He said no more as he left the rest of them to their breakfast and Cassian didn’t have much more in his for the rest of their meal either. He didn’t miss the constant looks Nesta sent his way. Nor the fact that while she did not tug on it, the bond between them was open and shining brightly, willing to connect.

They finished their breakfast and after bidding a quick goodbye to their new human guests, Cassian made his way to his small office in the River House. He didn’t fail to notice Nesta’s lingering presence ten paces behind him. 

She followed him into the office, shutting the door with a soft click behind them. Cassian didn’t comment on what had happened between him and Rhys. In fact he didn't speak at all, knowing Nesta had followed him because she had something to say.

“I don't want you to fight with your family because of me,” she finally said, leaning her hip again the chair facing his desk. ”That was never my intention. I was just…” she struggled.

”Hurt,” he finished.

She didn’t say anything. 

“Sad,” he added with a snarl he couldn’t help. “Disappointed.”

Nesta didn’t even move, but he knew he’d hit the mark right on the head with the way her eyes glazed with moisture. 

“I get it,” he nodded, finishing stacking the reports he needed before coming around towards her. “I would be too if I were you. I know…” he blew out a breath. “I know it hasn’t been easy. Nothing has been easy for you these past few years. I was stupid to think things would just change immediately because we mated. I love my family, but they can be assholes sometimes. And they need someone to tell them that every once in a while.”

Nesta’s lips quirked but he could still see some worry crease her brow. “Even so, I didn’t want-“

He silenced her with a kiss. One she gladly met him with, stroke for stroke. Even as they pulled apart for air, he let his forehead linger on her own, sharing the air in which their breaths mingled. 

“Rhys is a big boy. He’ll survive. He needed to hear it. You are what I’m concerned with now.”

Nesta pushed closer, snuggling into his chest, and he dropped a kiss onto her forehead as his arms instinctively came to wrap around her.

“Do you think Bryce will make it?,” she asked in a small, shaky voice. Of course she was also worried about Bryce. The strange Fae from the strange world who’d somehow become a sort of friend with Nesta. Even barely interacting with her, Cassian could tell the two females were similar. They had the same spark in them to protect, defend, and fight. 

He kissed the crown of her head again before answering.

“She’s a lot like you, from what I can tell. So I have no doubt she’ll be just fine.”

Nesta snorted, her cheek against his heart. “Let’s hope so. I don’t think I could stand it if I had to tell Rhys he was right all along.”

Cassian’s laugh rumbled through his chest and soon Nesta joined in. 

She looked up at him suddenly, silver-blue eyes churning like a storm. “Can you forgive me? Rhys aside, I know you weren’t too happy with me after everything that happened. I know I acted irrationally-”

”No,” he cut her off. “I can’t forgive you.” Her brows creased with worry. 

“Because I am sorry Nesta. You should know, no matter however it ends up turning out, I think you did an amazing thing. Maybe it doomed us to certain death,” he laughed, and Nesta smacked his chest. “But it was still an honorable, amazing, kind thing that you did. Because you have a good heart Nesta. And I am so proud of you for it. Never lose it.”

She kissed him then, a small smile still playing on her lips from his words. And it was so much love when she kissed him. So much love when he pulled her tighter into him, that nothing mattered. Cassian didn’t care what may or may not lay in their nearby future. All that mattered was his mate in his arms, content and loved, forever by his side. 

Tags: no tags. I made this on a whim. I finished a long, LONG book, read all the bonus chapters, lost my shit, and had to write this down as inspo struck (I was upset and needed to retcon. Don’t judge me).

[rons-amortentia]

"Lavender really likes you, Ron. Can't you patch things up with her? She has been crying since the day you two broke up"

"I am sorry, Parvati. I know I treated your friend horribly. She deserves better than me"

"it's about Hermione Granger. Isn't it? You fancy her"

"bye, Parvati"

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[imanutcase-10]

Then bring me luck

[thirddeadlysin]

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

[budugu]

The Telugu girl urge to say "Vankaya pulsu" when someone says "What is this?"

[selene-kaito]

spoilers for any blood and ash book (including a fire in the flesh)

ok so i might be like insanely off but we’re like 95% sure that Poppy is Sortoria. I mean Sortoria means my pretty poppy , and that was the same song that was sung to her before.

ok so is there any chance that Casteel can be Attes? Because there’s like a different god of war and accord in their time but what if he didn’t die. we know he knew sortoria so instead what if he chose to be reborn in order to be with her. also both of their horses were names setti

so maybe, idk i’m just rambling

[that-was-a-bit-stupid-of-you]

there is no way the last sex scene between ben and devi was that sensual, do yall even UNDERSTAND the absolute NUMBER of safety pins on a saree????

[selene-kaito]

How Long Has It Been?

Call didn’t know how long he had been in prison.

Sometimes it felt like he had just seen Aaron’s dead body.

And sometimes he couldn’t remember what shade of green Aaron’s eyes were.

Sometimes he felt Tamara’s laughter next to him.

And sometimes he couldn’t remember what Tamara or Jasper’s voices sounded like.

“How long has it been?” Call asked out loud.

How long had it been since he saw his best friends?

How long had it been since he went to school?

How long had it been since he was home?

He shifted slightly and managed to catch a glimpse of an ant across the room.

Call didn’t know why he did it, but he knew that someone had to hear the story.

“Once upon a time, there was a boy and his two best friends.” Call looked to the ceiling as he told the ant of the adventures he had been on.

He told the ant how the boy had been accepted into a magical school and how he made two best friends. Call told the ant how they managed to defeat Master Joseph and Drew.

He talked about the copper gauntlet and how the group realized that Constantine Madden was among them.

Call revealed the mysteries and killings of their Bronze year before finishing the story with the betrayal of Alex Strike.

“And then the boy died.” He brought the story to an end with a muffled sob. “His name was Aaron. Aaron Stewart.” This wasn't his story.

It was Aaron’s story.

Aaron with a heart of gold.

Aaron who never doubted Call.

Aaron who was dead.

FOUR MONTHS AGO

“Come on Call you need to wake up.” Aaron’s unreasonable cheerful voice floated through the room. Call just hauled out the pillow from under him and thrust it over his ears.

“Wake Tamara first.” Call grumbled tiredly. Over the last two years, Tamara and Call had learned that Aaron was the perfect alarm clock. Aaron woke up with the sun and he was the perfect tool to use to wake up the late risers.

Namely Call and Tamara.

“I already woke her up Call,” Aaron said patiently.

Call had planned to flop back in bed and hoped that Aaron would leave him alone.

He didn’t expect Aaron to dump a bucket of water on him. ***

Call hadn’t expected that.

He had been so angry at Aaron for doing that.

Now he would do anything to joke around with his friend.

[selene-kaito]

here we are again

so I'm back from the dead in order to write another magisterium fic, so if anyone is still here enjoy

Call knew what a bad day felt like. He knew the pain that would erupt in his leg the second he left his bed and he knew what the burn in his ankles meant. Call wasn’t unaware that he could just sleep the day away. Master Rufus would surely excuse him, understanding that getting up every morning wasn’t as simple for Call as it was for anyone else.

But that meant admitting that something was wrong. In his lifetime so many things had been held away from him due to his leg. Football, jumping, field trips to parks, recess. He wouldn’t let his leg take this away from him as well. Then he remembered the first time we used air to support his leg to walk. That had been heaven…

I can do this, Call thought as he heaved himself from his bed and held on to the dresser to prevent him from collapsing. He only managed one shaking step before pain shot through his leg and he crumbled to the ground, gasping in pain. But Call had been through worse, he had walked after surgeries, after doctors gently told him to never imagine a life of running and jumping. He had still walked. He could do this.

Call pulled himself up and immediately used air magic to support his leg, the pain still burnt through his calves, but Call showered and got ready at record speed. One glance in the mirror told Call that there was no chance in hell that he would be able to hide his pain from anyone today. Aaron and Tamara were normally the only ones who could recognize when Call was in pain, but today even a stranger could probably see the pain displayed on his face. His lips were pursed tightly, his eyes were red, and Call couldn’t stop himself from clenching his teeth and his fists. But he had already got this far, there would be no point in admitting defeat now.

Call opened his bedroom door and only got about two steps forward before Tamara was gasping in horror and Aaron was beside him pulling Call’s arm around his shoulder. Call didn’t bother fighting his blonde friend as Aaron dragged him to the couch. “What in the world are you doing out of bed?” Tamara demanded sitting near Call’s feet. “Going to class,” Call said defiantly, even as Aaron groaned at the words beside him, “you can’t stop me, this is something that I need to at least try.” They were both silent and Call thought that they were about to tie him down until Aaron began to speak, “If you feel tired, sick, or like you’re about to pass out you need to promise that you’ll tell as soon as you can and let one of us help you back to your room to sleep.” Call felt a wave of affection light up inside of him as he comprehended Aaron’s words, there was nothing more irritating than someone else dictating your own chronic pain. And both Aaron and Tamara seemed to have understood that.

Tamara picked herself up from the ground and settled herself next to Call, lightly tilting his head until it hit her shoulder. “Rest,” she demanded lightly, “we’ve got you, we’ll wake you up when it’s time to leave.” Call’s protest died down the second that Aaron placed his warm hand on his aching leg and the warmth enveloped him. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep surrounded, by his friends.

*** It was lunchtime, and Call was already contemplating his existence, he could feel the exhaustion and pain weighing him down as he lay slumped on the lunch table. Call’s leg was hurting enough that he was willing to display his pain for the whole school to see. He was seeing stars and couldn’t be bothered as Tamara whispered anxiously to Jasper and Aaron nudged a pate to him. Call simply turned his head away and closed his eyes to avoid Gwenda’s worried gaze.

Even Master Rufus, seemed worried as he taught them, sticking to theory and not saying anything when Call laid his head between his arms in the middle of the lesson. Every time he did so, the man seemed compelled to instruct Call back to his room, so before he could even try Call lifted his head from his arms as pain seemed to radiate from his whole body.

Call heard the bustling and noise as students got up to return to classes and Call couldn’t help but let out a pained moan at the thought of putting weight on his mangled leg. Call felt a hand grip his shoulder and pull him up, and Call met the worried brown eyes of Master Rufus, “That’s enough Callum. You’ve tried hard enough. Now it’s time for you to rest. Tamara, Aaron you are both excused from classes today along with young Callum.”

Call didn’t bother to protest as Aaron and Jasper stood on either side of him and basically carried him back to his room as Tamara fluttered nervously beside them. Jasper helped Aaron deposit Call on his bed, before pulling out a heating bed and leaving the room after patting Call lightly on the head.

Call couldn’t find himself to be angry about the pat not as the heat was placed on his aching leg and the fiery red hot pain disappeared for a more manageable aching pulse sensation. Before he knew it Tamara and Aaron climbed into the bed and settled on either side of him. “You’ll be okay, just rest,” Tamara commanded stroking her fingers through Call’s raven locks.

“You’ll feel better in the morning,” Aaron comforted and even though Call knew that the statement probably wouldn’t be true he felt comforted in that moment surrounded by his friends and a new life where his leg didn’t limit him, and instead of being irritated everyone, even his enemy were willing to do whatever it took to ensure his comfort.

And in the blissful, quiet moment Call felt himself drift off to sleep.

[selene-kaito]

here we are again

so I'm back from the dead in order to write another magisterium fic, so if anyone is still here enjoy

Call knew what a bad day felt like. He knew the pain that would erupt in his leg the second he left his bed and he knew what the burn in his ankles meant. Call wasn’t unaware that he could just sleep the day away. Master Rufus would surely excuse him, understanding that getting up every morning wasn’t as simple for Call as it was for anyone else.

But that meant admitting that something was wrong. In his lifetime so many things had been held away from him due to his leg. Football, jumping, field trips to parks, recess. He wouldn’t let his leg take this away from him as well. Then he remembered the first time we used air to support his leg to walk. That had been heaven…

I can do this, Call thought as he heaved himself from his bed and held on to the dresser to prevent him from collapsing. He only managed one shaking step before pain shot through his leg and he crumbled to the ground, gasping in pain. But Call had been through worse, he had walked after surgeries, after doctors gently told him to never imagine a life of running and jumping. He had still walked. He could do this.

Call pulled himself up and immediately used air magic to support his leg, the pain still burnt through his calves, but Call showered and got ready at record speed. One glance in the mirror told Call that there was no chance in hell that he would be able to hide his pain from anyone today. Aaron and Tamara were normally the only ones who could recognize when Call was in pain, but today even a stranger could probably see the pain displayed on his face. His lips were pursed tightly, his eyes were red, and Call couldn’t stop himself from clenching his teeth and his fists. But he had already got this far, there would be no point in admitting defeat now.

Call opened his bedroom door and only got about two steps forward before Tamara was gasping in horror and Aaron was beside him pulling Call’s arm around his shoulder. Call didn’t bother fighting his blonde friend as Aaron dragged him to the couch. “What in the world are you doing out of bed?” Tamara demanded sitting near Call’s feet. “Going to class,” Call said defiantly, even as Aaron groaned at the words beside him, “you can’t stop me, this is something that I need to at least try.” They were both silent and Call thought that they were about to tie him down until Aaron began to speak, “If you feel tired, sick, or like you’re about to pass out you need to promise that you’ll tell as soon as you can and let one of us help you back to your room to sleep.” Call felt a wave of affection light up inside of him as he comprehended Aaron’s words, there was nothing more irritating than someone else dictating your own chronic pain. And both Aaron and Tamara seemed to have understood that.

Tamara picked herself up from the ground and settled herself next to Call, lightly tilting his head until it hit her shoulder. “Rest,” she demanded lightly, “we’ve got you, we’ll wake you up when it’s time to leave.” Call’s protest died down the second that Aaron placed his warm hand on his aching leg and the warmth enveloped him. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep surrounded, by his friends.

*** It was lunchtime, and Call was already contemplating his existence, he could feel the exhaustion and pain weighing him down as he lay slumped on the lunch table. Call’s leg was hurting enough that he was willing to display his pain for the whole school to see. He was seeing stars and couldn’t be bothered as Tamara whispered anxiously to Jasper and Aaron nudged a pate to him. Call simply turned his head away and closed his eyes to avoid Gwenda’s worried gaze.

Even Master Rufus, seemed worried as he taught them, sticking to theory and not saying anything when Call laid his head between his arms in the middle of the lesson. Every time he did so, the man seemed compelled to instruct Call back to his room, so before he could even try Call lifted his head from his arms as pain seemed to radiate from his whole body.

Call heard the bustling and noise as students got up to return to classes and Call couldn’t help but let out a pained moan at the thought of putting weight on his mangled leg. Call felt a hand grip his shoulder and pull him up, and Call met the worried brown eyes of Master Rufus, “That’s enough Callum. You’ve tried hard enough. Now it’s time for you to rest. Tamara, Aaron you are both excused from classes today along with young Callum.”

Call didn’t bother to protest as Aaron and Jasper stood on either side of him and basically carried him back to his room as Tamara fluttered nervously beside them. Jasper helped Aaron deposit Call on his bed, before pulling out a heating bed and leaving the room after patting Call lightly on the head.

Call couldn’t find himself to be angry about the pat not as the heat was placed on his aching leg and the fiery red hot pain disappeared for a more manageable aching pulse sensation. Before he knew it Tamara and Aaron climbed into the bed and settled on either side of him. “You’ll be okay, just rest,” Tamara commanded stroking her fingers through Call’s raven locks.

“You’ll feel better in the morning,” Aaron comforted and even though Call knew that the statement probably wouldn’t be true he felt comforted in that moment surrounded by his friends and a new life where his leg didn’t limit him, and instead of being irritated everyone, even his enemy were willing to do whatever it took to ensure his comfort.

And in the blissful, quiet moment Call felt himself drift off to sleep.

[thebellekeys]

cassandra clare might be able to convince me that demon hunters with tattoos exist, but she’ll never be able to convince me that lucie and cordelia were meant to be parabatai

[forevertheanimekid]

Needless to say, I have binged watched Wednesday and it was amazing!!! Wednesday and Xavier have become my new OTP and I couldn’t help drawing them together because I love them that much and I needed to get my obsession with them out of my system somehow! Anyways hope you enjoy this and I hope I’m not the only one on here who contributes to the Wednesday and Xavier love– PLEASE! 🖤🙈

[selene-kaito]

A Day In The Life Of The Eldest Daughter

My younger sister talked about how annoying and bitchy my mom was acting for an hour

Immediately after that my mom talked about how everyone made her the villain in the house

I had to tell my mom that my sister was in the wrong and she definitely should not chose what she gets to wear as a sixth grader(heavy sarcasm included).

I had to listen to my mother reminiscing about how sweet my sister was when she was younger

I had to act as my father because why be a serious father when you just make jokes?

And that is a day in my life as a 24/7 therapist who does not get paid, acknowledged, a break, peace of mind, etc.

[vaughnedits]

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[starlightshadowsworld]

Dark Jason Grace where he the Grace siblings were the first to be born after the vow.

Where the seven arrive in Camp Jupiter and upon seeing Jason.

Every Roman demigod salutes.

New or old, serving or not.

They all recognise the boy before them, have heard the stories of their camps lost hero.

How he fought for them, and damn near died for them.

Jason’s bitter expression falls when he sees them, he gives a watery smile and salutes back. "She kept your story alive" said Hazel softly, Frank nodded in agreement. Jason raised an eyebrow "she?…you don’t mean…." Shock coloured his features before he was running. Everyone blinked and followed though Jason was fast.

For someone chained and bound and who’s joins creaked when he walked as if they hadn’t been used in years, he was fast.

And as he ran Jason lept on all fours, it was weird to think he looked so much more natural moving that way. The air seemed to gently push him forward, as if he couldn’t get their fast enough.

And than all at once he stopped.

Reyna blinked, hearing something coming and readied her weapon for battle….and froze.

Both of them stood in silence staring at the other.

"Reyna…I…."

Jason didn’t know what to say, already tearing up and she wasn’t closed behind.

Reyna ran towards him, pulling him into a hug and he instantly crumbled into her embrace.

He hadn’t been held in so long.

"How…how are you…?"

"I told you didn’t I, I’d wait for you." Sniffled Reyna with a watery smile, cupping his face in her hands.

Just seeing him, breathing his presence in that he was here.

"Your as beautiful as the day I lost you" said Jason, crying softly. Overwhelmed with emotion, that she was here. That she had gone through her own personal demons and everything alone for years…all just to wait for him.

When neither knew if he would truly return.

"Partial Immortality does that to you, and yet your still taller." She said with a scoff and he snorted, eyes lighting up and she smiled.

This was her Jason.

Jason rested his forehead against hers and Reyna smiled, resting hers against his.

"Oh sure just don’t say hi to me why don’t you, I’ll be over here." Said Octavian, but even saying that didn’t make his fond smile waver as he looked at his friends together.

Jason smiled, reaching a hand out that he took and all 3 of them hugged.

Explanations would be had, a quest would be made, he was still bound and chained…and yet all that mattered right now was them.

They had found each other again.

[toallthebooksivelovedbefor3]

When you come to assassinate/use them but take their virginity instead 🤝 Cas and Sera

These two really said fuck the original plot because I'm hot and can do whatever i want and you'll love it.