#fatedestined

[arthur-rex]

So, a few RPs I’m publishing (with RP partners’ permission) on AO3 tonight:

BROTHERS OF THE SWORD -  Royal Twins AU feat. @fatedestined​

THE TASTE OF IMMORTALITY - Armor Vampire AU feat. @sorceress-queen​

Check the warnings on AO3 please. 

The identical twins RP is rated Teen and Up The incestuous vampire RP is Explicit and has very adult elements. 

[andcrsonn]

fatedestined asked:

“come here. ” | from Kurt

send in “come here. ” for the sender to give the receiver a hug after seeing the receiver either near tears or in tears following a really rough day.

    it’s been a hard day, to say the least. 

    he’s been trying to hold it together, but the moment he feels kurt’s arms around him, he falls apart. his head fits perfectly between kurt’s head and shoulder. hands grasp at the back of his shirt, squeezing the fabric. it wasn’t just a hard day, really — the past few weeks have been hell for him. he knew NYADA wasn’t going to be a breeze, but it was proving to be a lot more difficult than expected. the insane schedule and long hours, the constant demand for perfection, and now the comments about his body.

    new york wasn’t supposed to be like this. it was supposed to be a place where EVERYONE was accepted for who they were. now he’s being told he needs to change if he’s going to make it, if he wants to pass his classes. he’s been on edge, barely able to sleep, making himself sick with worry and insecurity. he hasn’t felt like this in a long time, since before he transferred to dalton. a part of him is starting to wonder if the school isn’t right for him. but he’d worked so hard to get there, and few were actually accepted. he feels like he’d be letting everyone down if he were to quit — not to mention that a diploma from NYADA is basically an automatic ticket into any job or role you could ever want.

    ❝ i don’t know how much longer i can keep doing this. ❞ voice is muffled through fabric. his grades are starting to suffer, though this isn’t something he’s really shared with kurt, or anyone else. ❝ NYADA, i mean. ❞ blaine clarifies, realizing the words could be taken several different ways. he lifts his head a little to draw in a long, choppy breath. ❝ i just feel sick all the time. ❞

[iinmortales-archive]

         ‘ i was thinking that, considering what happened last time, maybe next time we could see a movie just the two of us? ‘

@fatedestined​ charlie for nick

[progenyofprongs]

@scarchosen​ / @fatedestined​ asked :     “If you need me I’ll be down here on the floor. Dying.”

How Harry had managed himself on the floor Amelia hadn't the slightest idea. The look of defeat on his face was obvious to Amelia, and yet ... the first thing that came to mind - and flying from her mouth - was anything but sibling comfort. "Looks like fun. Can I join?" Amelia didn't wait to hear an answer before she helped herself down beside Harry on the stone floor: laying on her back with a content sigh. Oh, she really had to lay down upon the floors of Hogwarts more often. It was doing wonders for her back!

[conjvring]

@fatedestined​ asked:  [ reassure ] for the sender’s muse to place their hand over the receiver’s in a moment of stress and squeeze reassuringly

Cold gray eyes cast downward to where Harry’s hand had come to rest on top of his own. He was warm, exceedingly warm. Had he always been so warm, or was it from the exertion of war? Either way, it brought a sense of comfort to Draco that he couldn’t quite put into words. He didn’t want him to pull away so quickly and so, the Slytherin turned his hand over and held onto him. He glanced towards his parents for only a moment- they were standing close by and talking between each other; either they hadn’t noticed the interaction, or were pretending not to. And for once in his life, Draco found himself not really caring about what their opinions might be at this display of sudden surprise (but not unwelcome) affection.

“Harry,”  Draco cut the silence between them, his attention turning to his peer and voice low; he leaned in, to make sure he was heard.  “I’m really glad that you’re alright.”  There was so much to say, so much to discuss. They had never been friends, in fact, most people would categorize them as hating one another. And yet... they had looked out for one another throughout their ordeals, without ever talking about it, having been on completely opposite sides. Perhaps there was just an unspoken understanding that they were somehow faced with the same exact predicament; Both trying to simply survive Lord Voldemort. Draco didn’t understand it, and he wasn’t going to try to at the moment. He was exhausted, and sore.  “... Do you think that they’re going to send me to Azkaban? I’m of age now...”

[progenyofprongs]

@fatedestined​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ asked :   “ do you know anything about the wizarding community in America? “ | from Draco

                   "There's a wizard community in America?" It was clear Amelia didn't think twice over the blunt question that fell from her mouth. Even her expression lacked the comprehension of what she was asking: staring at Draco with an oblivious look, green eyes wide and staring. In truth, Amelia had never thought about all the other witches and wizards in the world. Trying to get used to Hogwarts alone was a struggle in itself for her. "Do they have a school there also?" She asked, eyebrows furrowing.

[progenyofprongs]

@fatedestined​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ asked :   “No one messes with you and gets away with it.” | from Ginny

Amelia was still stunned by Ginny's actions. It wasn't that she didn't expect her to do such a thing as to defend another person, but it was the mere fact that she defend her that surprised Amelia the most. Oh, how she could feel her fair cheeks turning red as they burned with sheepishness. "You really didn't have to, Ginny ... I could've taken care of them myself." After all, the bullies in Hogwarts weren't anything new. Amelia had dealt with them back in the muggle world as just as well. She forced herself to meet Ginny's gaze, straining an awkward though, nevertheless small genuine smile. "But thank you."

[adveanture]

    *    @fatedestined​​    —    YOU  WANT  ME  TO  PUNCH  HIM  IN  THE  FACE?    (   charlie  &  nick   ) 

NICK   CAN’T   HELP   THE   SNORT   OF   LAUGHTER   THAT   ESCAPES   HIM.         he’s   cuddled   up   with   charlie   on   his   bed,   their   arms   tangled   up   around   each   other,   and   that’s   the   last   thing   he   expects   his   boyfriend   to   say.   

“      that   would   definitely   surprise   him,      ”            he   replies   with   a   sniffle,   though   charlie’s   offer   does   soothe   the   residual   tears.      he   holds   him   a   little   closer      —      a   little   tighter.            “      but   if   punching   my   dad   worked   to   get   him   to   come   ‘round,   mum   would’ve   done   it   already,   i’m   sure.      ”