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Alastair draws himself a hot bath when instructed in the next few notes, being liberal with the perfumed salts Thomas left out and losing himself in the heady scent of lavender. He continues to read—careful not to get the book wet in the process—until his toes are pruned and the water turns cold. He changes into the fresh pyjamas folded neatly on their bed after finding another by the towel he dries himself with, and he slides under the covers after he finds what he assumes is the final note of this elaborate event:
I hope you are feeling refreshed and thoroughly relaxed, mi amor. Now rest. Cast aside all your woes and allow the night take you on a grand adventure amongst the stars.
But there is just one final thing I’d like you to do. My final request.
Dance with me when I return from patrol?
It takes everything in him not to squeal like a little schoolgirl, and his voice is strangled as he whispers at the paper, ‘God, I love you, Tom.’ He raises it to his lips and kisses it. ‘Of course I’ll dance with you.’
With that, Alastair switches off the lamp and settles against the pillow, making sure to hold that little piece of paper over his heart. Moonlight streams through the curtain and onto the bed, silvery and bright, and he closes his eyes.
The grandfather clock downstairs fulfils its duty once again. It chimes through the silent house, a verbose sound.
One o’clock, it says. Definitely past bedtime, it says.
But Alastair cannot sleep.
Never mind Thomas’s sweet request to dance when he returns home, as much as it presses at his mind. He wishes to be against Thomas, to feel his hands on his waist and to hear his heartbeat in his ear as they sway in each other’s arms, and his body aches for it.
But he wants Thomas home safe and well and in bed with him more.
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no graphic this time as this is a spontaneous decision, but here, have a little sneak peek into the historic valentine's day thomastair fic i'm working on :>
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Black Butler Amino, Black Arts Magazine - Holiday Party
it doesn't quite look like a holiday party from here, but what I imagined as a humble little piece is~~ Ciel and Lizzy sneak away from the big bustling midford Christmas party and raid the kitchen desserts, like they did when they were kids(it was Lizzy's idea, Ciel clearly hasn't been himself since he returned, and she wanted to bring him back).
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Do not accept candy from strangers
Danny made a lot of stupid decisions in his life, several, so many that he couldn't even begin to count them, but according to him that was great when it came to learning from his mistakes.
So, it's no wonder that on his one day off he decided to do everything he was told not to do:
1. Leave Amity
2. Reveal himself to the world
3. Accept things from a stranger
The first 2 were reasonable, considering the situation with the GIW and how 80% of the population did not believe ghosts existed, the last was a warning Jazz made sure to instill in him.
But Danny was dead (more or less), and what harm could it do to eat a candy or two? It's not like he could poison himself.
The answer was a lot of harm; Technically no one offered him the fallen Kryptonite on the ground (he just thought it looked delicious), and both Lex Luthor and Superman weren't paying attention to him during their epic battle or whatever.
So Danny just picked it up and ate it, well, ate several (Lex was throwing them away like a candy trail, the halfa had fun thinking of Hansel and Gretel), Superman looked worried as he heard "Lex's evil plans to surround him with Kryptonite."
But instead of finding a perfect circle surrounding him, he found a teenager, a young white-haired boy who was rolling on the ground and complaining of a stomach ache.
Danny could almost hear Frostbite's voice scolding him for eating candy off the floor, damn it, and some of the candy wasn't even pure! They looked manufactured and stale. Danny glared at Luthor before deciding it wasn't worth it and going back to his task of complaining.
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Hope you guys had a good Christmas! This started off as a doodle of Mary as the Ghost of Christmas Present but I decided to add onto it with a couple other managers. Anyways, Happy Holidays!
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so a Yellowjackets AU where mari says something to get herself kicked out of the cabin, and she dies of exposure and gets eaten at the bachanalian banquet instead of Jackie, who LIVES, who's there at Shauna's side when she goes into labor, stroking her hair and letting Shauna squeeze her hand hard enough to sprain her fingers, who keeps Shauna calm enough she has a (comparatively!!!!!!) easier delivery, who is the reason the(ir) baby lives.
who finally, after months of feeling adrift and useless because she’s not a hunter or a butcher or a prophet or a captain (anymore) finds her purpose in the wilderness. who painstaking sews patchwork baby onesies and cloth diapers from the girls' spare clothes (Offerings, not donations). who makes a baby sling from animal pelts and backpack straps. who makes a rattle from sticks and pinecones and some light blue pebbles Jackie found by the lake one day and saved. who makes sure the cabin stays warm and clean for Luke Dylan (from 90210--they couldn't decide whether to go with the actor or the character).
who builds them another shelter from blankets and animal hides after the cabin burns down. who keeps shauna and their baby warm through that first terrible winter and the one that followed.
and one day in 1998, Canadian forest rangers happen upon that American high school soccer team that went missing 2 years back. they find a group of starving teens and a baby, a little over a year old, two of the girls wrapped around him--and each other
and when the rescue team tries to separate them the one with tangled, golden brown hair bears her teeth and Growls
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