“Ah, Mr. Tomlinson. How nice of you to join us,” Professor Wilson said, gesturing for Louis to take a seat. Louis nodded, his cheeks tinted red, before taking his accustomed seat. He tried to focus on his professor discussing Charlemagne, and how his time as a ruler changed the way kings ruled, but found his mind wandering. The bandage around his chest was pressing uncomfortably against his ribs, making his breaths come out shallowly.
“Louis? Do you know the answer?” Professor Wilson inquired.
“I’m-I’m sorry, Professor. What did you ask?” Louis asked.
“Why did Pope Leo the Third crown Charlemagne king?” Professor Wilson said, his brow creasing in worry.
“Charlemagne was crowned king on Christmas Day because he came to the Pope’s aid when…..when,” Louis gasped, before crumpling. He slid out of his chair, his head hitting the floor with a resounding thunk.
"F-Fiyero?" You stammered, taking in his short brown hair, and the tattoos that covered his torso.
"No, my name isn't Fiyero. My name is Calum." He said, holding his hand out to you. You took it, and the two of you stood up.
"Calum? Where am I?" You inquired, looking around. You took in the water that was next to you, an odd blue color, and the hard, rough ground underneath your feet. You saw a bag next to where you had been, and reached down to pick it up. You slung the strap over your shoulder, intent on looking in it soon.
"Did you hit your head? Do you need me to get a doctor?" Calum, you reminded yourself, said.
"I didn't hit my head, thank you. I just....I was momentarily confused. You look a significant amount like a friend of mine," You explained.
"A friend that you're on good terms with, I hope," Calum replied, smiling.
"Well, yes," You quietly said, looking down at the ground, not wanting him to see that your eyes were filling with tears.
“I’m sorry,” Calum murmured, biting his lower lip.
“It’s alright. I’m sure I’ll see him again,” You replied, blinking the tears away and looking up at Calum. “But….really, Calum, where am I?”
Halfway through reading another book that gave no answers, you slammed it shut, sighing in frustration.
“There’s nothing,” You said, leaning back in your chair.
“I know,” Sam replied, shutting the book he was reading.
“So, what do we do? We have no idea what we’re doing, we have no information, and no idea how to help anyone!” You said, pushing the book away from you.
“We take a break and go get some food,” Sam said, beginning to push his chair back.
“You stay. I want to take a walk. Do you think I should get something for Dean and Cas, for when they get back from questioning people? Anything specific you want?” You inquired, grabbing your phone.
29 Apr 2017
“I want flowers like this on our wedding day,” You murmured, your fingers entwined with Ashton. “They’re so beautiful.”
“You’ll have them. I promise,” Ashton said, pressing his lips against yours. “As many flowers as you want.”
“I love you, Ashton Irwin.” You quietly said.
He’d been on his way home from the store that afternoon, flowers in hand, when his phone rung, your name lighting up the screen.
27 Dec 2016
This is Day 1 of my 54 days of fluff.
You want to go someplace with snow for the holidays, but you and Luke go to Australia instead. When you get there, he sets up a surprise for you, and you have a surprise for him.