December 8th: Headlights

glitterkittyschristmas:

He watched the highlights with tired eyes before he turned to watch the woman who sat opposite him in the arm chair with her legs crossed, wearing a tight skirt to her knees and a puffy blouse. Her hair lay slick over her head and ended in a big bun on the side of her head.

‘Welcome back to Late Night with Jessica Colins” The woman introduced herself as she showed a perfect row of white teeth at the camera before she turned to watch Connor.

“I’m here tonight with Connor Walsh, author of ‘Smile or go to Jail’ and ‘The true Keating 5’” She smiled as she eyed Connor.

“Of course you have talked a lot about the reasons behind the books and you have said that though we follow Luke Clarkson through his school years and in the later book also when an accident leads to him covering a murder. You have said you have plenty of things that connect you to Luke. One ting I react to when reading the book is the relationship he has to hacker Hans Olivers”

Connor nodded slightly, not appreciating where this interview was heading, but he had stopped caring a long time ago. He had tried to get in touch with “Hans Olivers” for a long time but he either reached the speaker or Marcus. He had googled it and Marcus lived with Oliver and Connor could not recall him mentioning having a brother or a friend called Marcus back in the day.

“Is this a man you knew for real?”

“I knew him” Connor answered simply.

“Did you meet him like Luke met Hans?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell us about him” the woman smiled, clearly trying to get anything but a yes or no answer out of him.

Connor sighed, not feeling thrilled about opening old wounds and pouring tons of salt in them, but he had agreed to this tell all-interview after all. “He was amazing. It started out with me not having, well, the best of intentions” he sighed. “I wanted information, but it grew into something more quickly. He seemed to, well, put up with my ways and who I was and no had before or has afterwards. It’s just been him” It was always him.

“I think… I really loved him. I hurt him really badly so I know I don’t deserve a second chance and I know that… he won’t answer my calls. I learned that years ago. He’s moved on and I hope that the guy is… treating him good. He deserves the best and… I know I didn’t give the best to him”

“Would you if you got the second chance?” the woman asked and Connor shrugged. “I don’t know. I want to say yes. Maybe I wouldn’t. Maybe I’m an asshole. I just know that… Back then I didn’t give him what he wanted. What he deserved. I took him for granted and… I lost him”

“Did you move on?”

“I don’t… miss him with every single breath I take. It doesn’t hurt every single breath. But no. I didn’t move on. I think about him every day and it’s almost ten years ago” Connor shrugged, trying to shrug it off.

“Do you regret what you did to him?”

“Yes.”

“Would you be better?” she asked again. “Treat him better?”

“If?”

“If you got a second chance”

“I would want to. I don’t know how to be with anyone anymore” he sighed. “But for him? I’d do anything. Not to be with him but to see him happy. Like I said, he deserves it”

“Sounds like you really loved him”

“I do”

She nodded as she studied him, opening her mouth to ask something when Connor opened his instead. “Can we chance the subject? Please? This is an ended chapter in my life and I do not want to talk about it”

The woman didn’t seem pleased with that, but she respected his decision.

Jessica had continued asking about the books, about his life after them in general, but Connor had only given halfhearted answers, his mind trapped plenty of years back and in Oliver’s apartment.

He sighed as he studied himself in the mirror of his loge before he walked out of it and continued out from the building. Fans were standing there though it was the back entrance, screaming and crying, wanting his autograph and saying how great he had been but he was in no mood to speak with anyone. He moved forward, trying to move away from them when one of them stepped in before him.

“Was it true? What you said in there?”

Connor looked up with tired eyes before he widened them.

“Oliver” he breathed out, staring at him.

Oliver smiled weakly. “Coffee?” he suggested and Connor nodded at once. They walked to the closest Starbucks, being literally around the corner. Connor treated him with the coffee he wanted, a vanilla latte, and Connor himself had a normal cup of coffee and then they had their seats in the back, Connor wanting some privacy.

“So, was it true?” Oliver asked, first time really after stepping up before him. He’d only said the words ‘vanilla late’ before.

“Yes. I miss you”

“I’ve missed you too. And what was that about me moving on?”

“With Marcus?”

“He’s a childhood friend. He just divorced so he had no way to go since his parents passed away last year” Oliver replied and that was the first time in ages Connor felt like a complete asshole.

“Oh..”

“Yeah” Oliver sighed as he watched him. “I’ve missed you.”

“Want to uh… maybe not give us another chance, it’s been a long time but… Maybe I could ask you out?”

“You could” Oliver stated.

“Would you say yes?”

“You won’t know if you don’t ask” Oliver replied and Connor smiled at that.

“Oliver Hampton, will you go on a date with me?”

Oliver smiled weakly as he nodded. “Yeah. I think that’ll be nice”

And just like that the last ten years seemed to disappear. All the pain, all the self-doubt, all the sorrow, everything just went away and all that was left was Oliver. It was always Oliver.  

Some Might Call It That (2157 words) by eternaleponine [AO3]

shadowhuntersfanfics:

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Mortal Instruments Series – Cassandra Clare
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood
Characters: Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, Isabelle Lightwood, Maryse Lightwood, Robert Lightwood
Summary:

Magnus appears in Alec’s bedroom after the battle in Idris. Contains spoilers through book 3.

Some Might Call It That (2157 words) by eternaleponine [AO3]

Day 1 – Comets

kitty-mochi:

The night sky was clear, which was a strange but welcome sight at this time of the year. Magnus Bane wasn’t usually the type to appreciate the weather but it was always nice to not get drenched when you were strolling outside without any other goal than losing time. That was what he had told himself he’d say if people asked him for the reason behind this peculiar behavior. The real reason seemed too smitten to admit outright. He totally wasn’t trying to catch a certain blue-eyed shadowhunter during his night patrol. He could easily pinpoint his location if he only bothered trying to but he found this action a bit inquisitive.  It was way easier to say he was only paying a visit to a customer or going to one of his favorite clubs.  

He strolled the streets for another half hour before he found what he was looking for.  He heard the sound of the fight before he spotted the two dark figures grippling with a minor but disgusting slimy demon. The time it took for the warlock to catch up to them, the fight was already over.  With a little happy  twist in his stomach, he recognized his lover way before his parabatai.

Jace didn’t stay long before he left with a complaining “i need to take a shower”, which was explained by the fact he was almost totally covered in demon ichor.  Alec was too, though it wasn’t as apparent with his usual lack of caring.  He was also making his way towards him, a shy smile on his face, clearly not at ease with touching him in his state. 

Sorry, i must stink. But i’m happy to see you“ 

Yeah, you definitively need a shower” he answered with a mischievous smile, closing the distance between them with a single step. He tipped his chin up with a few fingers, getting demon ichor on the tip of them but the sacrifice was worth it for he kissed the shadowhunter softly but firmly.  Thankfully that part of his face had been saved from the mess.

Guess i need one too now”, he overdramatically complained. “Good thing there’s one at my place. Wanna come over?

Okay“ the younger man replied, smiling as he went for another kiss.