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Here’s what I have done of that other fic I started. I want to make it a much longer one-shot, and I will if anyone likes it. It’s based on this post that has stuck with me for ages, but I only really started thinking about recently.

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Lucas didn’t know what to expect.

Realistically, he didn’t think his parents were suited to this type of responsibility. His dad made the indisputable point that they could do with the extra money. Lucas didn’t bother telling him that might not work out if the student left them within a week. They could barely take care of their own child, and yet they thought it was a perfect idea to bring another into the house.

Well, not exactly a child. He couldn’t decide if that fact was better or worse. Lucas got along fine with people; he had a good group of friends, and most of their classmates liked him. He could mesh with people he had just met at parties or the skatepark or even school. Acquaintances were easy to make. People his age didn’t really scare him.

Maybe he didn’t have the best confidence around pretty boys. But none of them scared him as much as Kes, and Kes was his best friend, so he thought he was probably doing pretty well in that case, too.

He wasn’t sure how living with someone else his age (and a stranger at that) would be. His confidence and his comfort levels were feeling low. Someone from another country, someone that he’d have to live with and go to school with and exist with on a very regular basis—that was a little frightening. That had Lucas feeling unprecedented levels of stress in the week before the exchange student arrived.

It didn’t help that they ended up being the most beautiful boy Lucas had ever seen.

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Lucas could admit on sight that Jens Stoffels was one of those pretty boys that left him tongue-tied and sweaty-palmed any time he was forced to interact. Which, considering their situation, happened to be quite often. On the other hand, he didn’t want to admit that Jens Stoffels scared him more than Kes. (But Lucas was starting to think he most certainly did.)

He had been standing in the hallway, lingering awkwardly, when his father had opened the door for the first time. He caught sight of the tall boy with the dark hair and sharp jaw and instantly felt his breath catch. He watched the boy stumble through a greeting, a clunky mister-and-surname hello that was met with a too enthusiastic response of, “Please, call me Hugo. You must be Jens.”

Lucas didn’t have the strength to tease his father that of course, this was Jens, they’d been expecting him for the past month. He was too busy staring to do much of anything else. He had no right, in the moment, to tease anyone.

Then Jens’s eyes met his, and Lucas watched him falter.

Then Jens smiled, and Lucas was gone.

Hugo took it as a reminder to beckon his son forward and urge him to take Jens’s bags. They both ignored Jens’s protests, which trailed off rather abruptly when Lucas’s fingertips traced the back of his hands when grabbing the handles.

Lucas didn’t think he imagined the way Jens’s breath hitched as he glanced up at the boy, but he didn’t know what to do with it. The moment went ignored.

“Hey,” Jens greeted, low and hesitant, and Lucas realised he was scowling.

It was easy to soften his expression in the face of Jens’s nerves, but it was harder than he expected to smile. The horde of butterflies in his stomach and buzz of static in his head left him able to do little more than nervously lick his lips and nod. “Hey.”

“This is Lucas,” his father introduced him, as oblivious to his son’s state as ever. “He’ll show you to his room. We have your bed already set up, and he cleared some space. I hope you really don’t mind sharing.”

Jens offered Lucas another smile, wider than the first. “No, I really don’t mind.”

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Jens took in the bunk beds with a mixture of confusion and amusement. He glanced over at Lucas. “I thought you were an only child?”

“I am.” Lucas gestured vaguely. “It’s for—we changed it.”

“You went out and bought bunk beds?”

Lucas couldn’t help but smile slightly, now. “Well, I didn’t, no.”

Jens’s cheeks reddened, and he shifted the bag he still held onto to his other hand. “You know what I mean. Your parents.”

Lucas shrugged. “Another separate bed wouldn’t have fit. It doesn’t—you don’t mind, do you? I’ve been sleeping on the bottom, but we changed the sheets so you can take whichever—“

“Cool,” Jens cut him off, tossing his bag onto the top bunk and then hoisting himself up onto it. He barely avoided knocking his head into the ceiling. He raised his brows at Lucas. “Cosy.”

“Seriously, you can take the bottom.”

“I certainly can.” Jens nodded his agreement, and the glimmer in his eyes made Lucas shuffle on his feet. “But if it’s where you’d rather be, I won’t argue.”

Lucas stared at him for a moment, then realised he was doing it and quickly dragged his gaze away as Jens became more amused. He cleared his throat. “Okay,” he said loudly, ignoring Jens’s grin. “Cool. I can, uhm, show you the rest of the house, if you want.”

Jens nodded and lithely took two steps down the ladder to the floor. “Cool,” he repeated.

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Dinner was a less awkward affair than Lucas expected. His mother was doing well and seemingly intent on proving it, brushing off Lucas’s offers of help and glaring at his looks and questions. He could tell Jens adored her instantly, and seemed more comfortable referring to her as Tess than he was using Hugo. Lucas had to admit, though, that his father was also on his best behavior, and Lucas himself was probably the most awkward person at the table.

It was just that, Jens was right beside him, the chairs tucked so close together at the small table that Lucas could feel his radiating warmth. He held himself stiffly in place so as not to lean towards it, and felt silly and uncomfortable in doing so.

“Are you nervous about starting on Monday, Jens?” Hugo asked, cutting through his food with half of his attention.

Tess huffed. “Of course he is. But that’s normal. And he’ll have Lucas looking after him.”

Jens didn’t seem to mind being spoken for. He glanced over at Lucas again instead, and Lucas diverted his gaze, cheeks flushing. He wasn’t, however, overly embarrassed. Jens had snuck just as many sideways looks at him.

“Actually,” Lucas said, then had to clear his throat. “You skate, right? I saw you brought a board.”

Jens nodded. “A little.”

“I was thinking we could go to the park tomorrow. You can meet Kes and Jayden.”

Hugo snorted, and Lucas shot him an unimpressed look. “What?” he demanded.

“No, nothing, nothing,” Hugo said, hasty. “It’s just a funny choice, if your goal is not overwhelming him on his first day here.”

Lucas rolled his eyes. “He’ll be fine.” Then, to Jens, “Really, they’re cool. Just a little excitable. You’ll be fine.”

Jens nodded again and smiled, small and secretive. “Sure. You’ll be looking after me, right?”

Lucas smiled down at his plate.

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Lucas still hadn’t fully realised how awkward it would be until they were expected to go to bed. It became fairly obvious when he was standing lost in his own bedroom and Jens started stripping in front of him.

He made a noise in his throat, high and startled, and quickly looked away from sturdy shoulders and lithe legs. He curled his hands into fists and crossed his arms over his stomach, breathing carefully. After a second, he realised standing there like this was probably worse, and forced himself to move to his wardrobe, digging through the drawers for something to sleep in. When he turned around with a worn t-shirt and sweats, Jens was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and staring at him.

“Sorry,” Jens said, curious. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Lucas shook his head. “No,” he tried, then cleared his throat. “I just wasn’t…” He shook his head. “Why would I be uncomfortable?”

Jens eyed him for a moment, then shrugged. “Some people prefer their privacy. There’s nothing wrong with that.” He scratched at his arm, then added, “I hope you don’t feel put out. It’s probably weird opening your space like this.”

“It’s weird for you, too, isn’t it? You just got here,” Lucas shrugged again. He was being a terrible host. He was being terribly obvious.

“I mean, yeah. The whole thing is stressing me out more than I expected,” Jens admitted, laughing slightly. Lucas was terrible. “But I guess—I don’t really do awkward? I know we’re supposed to be a good match. So I guess I came with the idea already in my head that we’d be friends.”

Lucas stared at him.

Jens shifted awkwardly and gave a dry, lopsided smile. “But I guess it’s not the same on your side.”

“No,” Lucas blurted. Then, realising how that sounded, rushed to explain himself. “No, I—I hoped we’d be friends, too. We will be. I mean, I still want to be. Friends. You’re cool. It’s just that we only met, and it’s like, right into the deep end. But there’s nothing to say we won’t be friends.”

He was rambling. Of course. Jens didn’t do awkward, and Lucas was being the most awkward person on the planet. That wasn’t the way this was supposed to go.

How was this supposed to go again?

He’d never had a plan to start with, but considering all thoughts fled his mind at the first sight of Jens, he doubted it would have been much help. He was a mess.

And they’d just met.

Despite everything, Jens seemed pleasantly amused by his disastrous attempts at connecting. There was a lovely curl to his lips and an adorable tip of his head as he returned, “Okay. Good.”

He sounded so genuinely relieved, so contented at the thought of Lucas agreeing on his hopes of friendship, that Lucas couldn’t help but smile back.

Then Jens added, “Better to keep my pants on, though? At least until there’s a little more familiarity in place.”

Lucas wanted to die. He was going to die. Why was he so embarrassing? So clueless and so obvious at the same time? This was only the first day.

Jens could be here for the entire year.

“It’s sexist to assume shoulders are only sexual when they’re women’s,” Lucas said, trying to keep Jens’s jokingly serious tone, and quickly realising the response sounded better in his head. And that it probably didn’t seem all that joking, if his cheeks were as red as they felt.

But Jens laughed, and his eyes sparkled, and Lucas was truly and seriously fucked. Jens wiggled his eyebrows, said, “Can’t argue with that,” and pointedly squeezed Lucas’s shoulder on the way past, and oh no, Lucas was truly and seriously gay, wasn’t he?

Lucas mustered a tiny laugh in return, looking over his shoulder to watch Jens go. His sight caught on the still exposed calves, the dimples in the back of his knees, the ends of strong thighs, the curve of—

He whipped his gaze away and took another careful breath, and Jens simply continued down the hall to the bathroom, oblivious. Lucas stripped off his hoodie, recognising that this was the safest time to change, and told himself to get a grip.

Friends, he thought, with another breath.

Cool.

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Jens wouldn’t say Lucas is immediately popular upon moving to Belgium, but Jens has heard the way the girls whisper about him, noticed how blue his eyes really are, but he hadn’t expected this, and he kind of hadn’t expected to say yes, but he did. And he kinda likes it.

[azozzoni]

Aren’t Hospital Wings Romantic | a VDS fic Rated T | 5.6k words | HP AU

A night in the hospital wing isn’t quite what Lucas expects with a certain Hufflepuff in the bed next to his.

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“Would you stop whining?” Jayden rolled his eyes from behind Lucas, behind where Kes was half-carrying him down the corridor, an arm braced around his back, supporting his weight as he limped along. “It’s barely anything.”

If Lucas had the ability, he would have turned around and strangled Jayden. “Next time we play Quidditch, I’ll knock you off your broom from fifty feet up. How would you like that?” he snapped instead, cringing at the spike of pain in his knee that somehow made it through considering he wasn’t sure he even had a kneecap anymore.

Jayden’s attempt to “fix” his already broken leg had only briefly taken away the pain, but the moment he’d tried to stand, he’d collapsed on the pitch instead, as if there was nothing left to support his weight.

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Magical moment 💜

It's the first time that I do a scenario like this 😳

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VDS Week 2021 Day 7: AU

Demons and Duck Ponds 

A snapshot in the life of our favorite Shadowhunter boyfriends. No plot. Just demons and fluff. Enjoy!  (from Color of Love au)

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“Ugh,” Lucas groaned, picking up speed. He’d almost reached the bridge. He pulled out two seraph blades, shouted, “Gavreel,” and slashed a winged demon out of the sky as he hurled himself full tilt across the bridge to save his boyfriend.

Jens heard his steps and looked back over his shoulder. He winked and teased, “Took you long enough?”

“Well, next time I meet a troll-sized tentacle demon, I’ll let you and your little arrows take over, but for now, I’ll focus on these ugly guys and you can go back to shooting them out of the air,” he panted as he drew alongside Jens.

“Done.” Jens lunged at him, kissing him briefly on the cheek followed by a playful smack on the back of his head. “Little arrows, huh? They’re not so little when they’re saving your ass,” he grumbled, as he ran back to the other side of the bridge, shooting off two arrows as he went.

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vds week day seven: alternate universe

in another universe, this was released.

here’s to me still hoping it happens in this one.

[pepethehobbit]

the universe got nothing on you

Leo_aust · Playlist · 27 songs

Sooo, this is my take on a playlist that Lucas would do for Jens. It’s mostly based on the vibes the song gives me and sometimes also about the lyrics ofc.

(There are some german songs because in my head Luc maybe understands a little because it’s really similar sometimes and the songs are really beautiful and remind him of Jens)

[azozzoni]

Art student Lucas falls into bed with a skater from the local park, but he’s got higher standards than that. Or does he?

[azozzoni]

pull me under | VDS playlist

PINESONG - A Fine Frenzy

Sexy Boy - Air

Bodybag - chloe moriondo

Close To You - Dayglow

What Would Happen - Meredith Brooks

Love Is A Bitch - Two Feet

(I Wanna Be) Your Underwear - Bryan Adams

Deep Sea Diver - The Foxies

Light A Roman Candle With Me - fun.

Kiss Me Slowly - Parachute

Crashing - ILLENIUM

With Me - Sum 41

Umbrella Waltz - The Hermit Tree

Nightswimming - R.E.M

Into Dust - Mazzy Star

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Soft date 💜

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vds week day six: playlists

spotify playlists that go along to the fanfics i have written so far

links below - in order of appearances

lucky strike 🛹

🍦 tattoos together

forever 🚲

🌎 home (love, vds)

sky’s still blue ☀️

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vds week day six: playlist (?)

just a song lyric that reminds me of my favourite when blue meets red trope

song: purple candy - new friends

[ your dirty blonde hair made a mess of me//who knew young loves such an ecstasy//i’m feeling lost right now//i’m trying to find myself ]

[peaceoutofthepieces]

VDS Week 2021 -> Day 6: Playlist

here’s a playlist I made for the prince Jens fic :)

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VDS Week: Vacation Rated E for explicit

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A gentle breeze caressed Lucas’ skin as he sat on the tiny balcony, barely big enough for two chairs, a little round table for morning coffees. Rain fell softly on the roof overhang, turning the cobblestones on the street from pale beige to slick grey. Clothes hung up to dry flapped in the wind on the balcony next door, and Lucas turned the page in his book.

The streets below were empty of people, the last few hurrying away when the rain began, ducking under doorways or into shops further into town. The afternoon sun hung behind the clouds, pushing through in bursts between rain drops, and Lucas was completely content to sit right there for as long as possible.

He didn’t even hear the squeak of the front door behind him, footfalls on the wood floor, absorbed in his book as he sat in the small chair, feet propped up on the white-washed railing. He didn’t notice anyone behind him until two strong hands landed on his shoulders, a warm body behind him as the hands slid down his chest. He smiled at the kiss pressed just under his ear.

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VDS Week: Firsts

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It’s quiet, the room awash in pale blue light as Lucas’ mind wakes up, cracking open an eye, the unfamiliar scratch of the comforter strange against his skin as he lies there. He doesn’t move, not yet, gaze falling on the messy contents of the nightstand—an empty glass of water, scattered papers and pens, a tattered textbook teetering on the edge.

It’s so different than his own room with the sheer curtains failing to keep out any of the morning light creeping inside as the sun rises beyond them.

The biggest difference, of course, is the guy lying beside him as Lucas finally turns his head.

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Day_5 Fate will unite us in all universes💜

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There really is no competition

VDS Week 2021

Day 5: Vacation

Ao3

This is a continuation of My Only You, so you should probably read that first, if you haven’t already.

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“God, you’re are worse than these two.”

Lucas looks up from where he sits on Jens’ lap, trying to feed him some smores. He admits he was a little lost in Jens’ giggle, reaching up to wipe away the chocolate around his mouth and just barely holding back from using his lips to kiss it off. Jens looks up too, confusion visible on his face as he turns his gaze to Moyo, whose words sounded harsh but there is a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

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