Henry Daniel Mills.

this is gonna be long.

A Calron/Magisterium version of If I Stay…

Dark matters are ahead my friends… Brace yourself for them feels…

Warning: Language.

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“You don’t understand! You’ll never understand!” Callum was already full blow yelling his thoughts, his throat hoarse and his eyelids tired but that stabbing sensation in his chest kept him going.

“Then, tell me! Just fucking tell me, Call! What am I supposed to understand!” Aaron was pissed, plain out, pissed at everything basically, tired of having this same argument over and over and over again for the past two weeks.

Call groaned, the ferocious noise leaving his throat, echoing past their room as he banged his fist on the wall, trying to replace the throbbing pain in his heart with the bloody knuckles stinging sharp against the cool rocks.

“Just tell me, Call,” the blonde had his hand out, voice pleading, eyes burning with exhaustion but determination.

“I can’t,” Call winced at how nasal and broken his words came out, another thousand pounds pushing his chest down.

“Then how the fuck am I supposed to understand this? This situation you miraculously expect me to accept when I don’t fucking know what it is,” Aaron’s voiced was low, but every single syllabus had its sharp dose of venom, dripping onto Call’s eyes making them water.

Call refused to turn around, he refused to cry, he refused to speak, he refused anything that was happening. His mind was clawing itself apart, his heart and soul whipping each other and his body just begging for it all to end.

“Call,” Aaron let out a warning tone, wanting Call to face him, to try and read this enigma, and figure out what the hell was the problem here.

“Call,” his voice fell apart when he heard the soft whimper that slipped out Callum’s lips as he laid both his hands down on Call’s shoulders in attempt to soothe him.

Call pulled away from Aaron, ignoring the familiar desire he had always felt to just run away from the world and into Aaron’s arm.

But this was something he couldn’t run from.

Before Callum could hear the words ‘I’m sorry’ leaving Aaron’s mouth, his felt the cold wind brushing his cheekbones, the pain rushing up his body and the pounding deep in his skull.

He was running.

Aaron processed Call’s sudden take off in a split second, quickly jumping on his instinct of chasing the emotionally wrecked eighteen years old out into the freezing winter night, slamming their apartment door behind them.

He turned left, just around the shape corner when two bright, yellow lights appeared from the darker shadows of the other street.

Call didn’t see the same thing he did.

Everything slowed down. From Aaron pushing Call onto the hard coal road, the loud honk that sounded shrilly, to Call slowly watching as the world turned black around him… Peacefully… Off to sleep.

————

“Mr.Stewart?” the doctor’s voice was husky from lack of use but her brown eyes wide open.

Aaron shot up, his legs sore from hours of waiting, his head still spinning and scars were bleeding through the bandages.

“Call? How’s Call?”

The blonde winced at how terrible he sounded but couldn’t stop those horrifying images dancing around in his mind.

Fuck, please be okay.

“He’s fine for now,” she sighed as Aaron let out a loud sigh of relief. He sunk back down onto his plastic seat, finally able to breath in the medicine scented air.

She smiled gently and continued.

“It wasn’t easy but,” she passed a piece of paper to Aaron who pretended to understand the words printed on it, his thoughts mostly on Callum.

“We saved the baby too.”

——

Idk what to say anymore.

Thoughts?

Magisterium Posters- 2/?

Magisterium Edit #18

Idk which number this is anymore, I give up on keep score. Someone help?😂

//WARNING:LANGUAGE\

———

SAVE ME.

Part One:

“Hey,” Callum muttered, closing his eyes as he could hear the buzzing sound on the other side of the voicemail inbox.

“It’s Call, again,” he chuckled nervously, “And I was wondering about… Well… Everything… I guess.”

Call looked up from the notebook he was doodling from to see, on a neatly arranged shelf right in front of him, a small frame picture of Aaron, Tamara and Jasper.

He sighed and shook his head.

“Never mind, ignore this message, and all the others while you’re at it.”

He pressed the end button on his phone, half disappointed Aaron wasn’t answering or replying his past six different voicemails and half frustrated at himself for being so damn clingy.

Tamara was in New Zealand with her family who was meeting an internationally well known, wealthy businessman and she wasn’t allow to contact anyone or anything related to Magisterium. Her parents didn’t want to scare the unknowing human being away.

Jasper was chilling in one of his many friends’ houses somewhere down Toronto, probably making a joke about Call right then. Probably the conversations there would run along the lines of:

“Stop that, you’re so annoying and stupid.”

“Nah, I’m just trying to see what Callum feels like everyday.

Or maybe a classic:

“I like retarded stuff because I’m retarded!”

“That’s what Call said!”

Call mentally slammed Jasper into a gigantic freshly baked pie that appeared in his imagination for no apparent reason.

Aaron.

It even hurts to think about that goddamn name.

Aaron was meeting his dad. Yes, the one in jail. And Callum didn’t quite like the idea of his best friend doing that alone. He knew what it was like to look in the mirror and see past an empty shell of a body to a river of dark demons clawing its way through you.

He knew what it was like to have the clammy hands, the ragged breaths and the rapid heartbeat when you wake up a nightmare.

He understood facing inner demons.

But now he finally understood what it was like to watch from the other side.

All those times, let it be Alastair, Tamara, Aaron-whoever basically-, tried to help him, pass him a torch in the dark and something. He pushed them away.

That was what Aaron was doing.

Call didn’t want Aaron to get hurt like he did.

So with that in mind, Callum grabbed the nearest backpack he could find and stuffed it with clothes and cash.

He hurriedly wrote a brief note to his father and sticked it on the fridge door.

Callum Hunt glanced around as if saying goodbye to everything, Havoc now rushing down the stairs to meet him by the front door, and smiled forcefully.

Time to go save Aaron.

——-

To say it was cold was an understatement.

It was a big understatement.

It is too damn under that statement.

Being below that statement.

Making the statement on top of it.

Call shook his head and dismissed his slightly deranged thought as he pulled his jacket lower to cuff it around his palms and hurdled himself basically into a ball while waiting for the machine to feed him more money.

It was raining; fucking freezing, Call only had four dollars and twenty cents, he was alone at a train station with a gigantic wolf and he clearly had not thought anything through.

An odd buzzing sound broke his thoughts - saving him from his own stupidity - as it sputtered out money, two thousand in total to be exact, all in fifties and Call grabbed the cash placed it in a paper bag and held on it like his life depended on it.

As he was walking down the aisle, with Havoc following quietly behind him, he only then realized only deadly silent this place was.

Not a single soul, electricity still eerily running, it was turning Call into an icicle although he in an underground station.

Havoc gently muzzled his nose onto Call’s fingers as if to get his attention.

Call looked down to see Havoc already dashing down the station, taking a few sharp right turns, almost losing Call in the frantic chase.

“Havoc!”

Call cursed at familiar pain shot up his thigh, as he now half limped half ran.

“Havoc! Get back he-”

The wolf was sitting down obediently by the door of the boy’s bathroom, his tail wagging excited key as his head was slanted a bit backwards to look at Call.

There was water oozing from under the door and Call tried hard not to puke at the pungent scent of metallic blood. He could heard water running swiftly and guessed that the tap was on for at least a day or two for this much water to appear.

His heart in his throat, Call slowly stepped into the puddle, nearing the door.

Please don’t let it be Aaron. Please, please, please.

He cautiously pushed the door open.

Oh fuck.

——-

I’ll probably forget to do part two…

~Bërrÿ

My Next Door Sweetheart

Aaron hissed at the stinging sensation prickling his knee cap as he placed his palms against the stony, warm curb to sit down slowly.

The six years old looked down at the small wound which was clearly noticeable; the deep red blood against the bright smooth skin of the young boy. His pure, gentle lips formed a soft pout as he glared at the skateboard to his right.

He watched as a shadow casted above him and turned around to stare up, his chin poking up in the air for his vibrant eyes to interlock with a set of grey, stormy ones.

God, Aaron thought they are perfect; so welcoming and addictive along side with the rest of the other boy’s features. He let his orbs trace down the stranger’s adorable rosy nose, gorgeously arched cheek bones, warm lips which were parted in confusion and simply the utter beauty of the boy’s fair complexion.

Too young to love, Aaron told himself.

No, it wasn’t love yet ( he barely understood what it meant ) but it was the start of it.

The blonde snapped out of his thoughts when he realized the little kid was handed him a dark blue handkerchief and without really thinking much, Aaron smiled and took the cloth to cover his wound.

“Thanks.”

When he looked up, the boy had ran across the street towards an older man who was calling for the other boy and carrying a heavy box before dumping it onto the house porch.

Callum.

Aaron swore to himself to remember that name, his wound long forgotten.

———

They laughed.

Call was strapped safely under his best friend’s arm as loud, youthful laughter filled the winter air.

“Come on,” Aaron chuckled, shaking his head so the snow would fall graciously out of his golden locks and held out a gloved hand to help Call out of the sled.

The raven haired boy took the older’ boy hand, not really saying much but his friend understood that soft smile plastered on that innocent face was Call’s ‘thank you’ so Aaron simply gave a ‘welcome’ smirk.

It’s been three years together and nothing could tear the duo apart.

——–

School was tiring as usual but a certain blonde eleven years old boy couldn’t wipe the shining smile off his lips.

“Someone’s perky,” Tamara muttered suspiciously , eying her science lab partner but didn’t hide the smile pulling the ends of her mouth upwards as well when Aaron simply shrugged.

The duo had become a trio when the renowned Rajavis had enrolled their youngest to the Mage Junior Battle School but both boys had equally loved Tamara enough; in a platonic but genuine way, to accept her into their small friendship ring.

“Call said yes,” Aaron finally blurted out as the teacher went on talking about something along the lines of parent teacher interviews but he couldn’t care less.

Even Tamara seemed taken back by the news, her chocolate eyes widening before brightening with joy for both of her friends.

Aaron couldn’t wait to bring Call out to the movies that weekend.

——-

Call’s head perked up at the clinking sound he heard knocking on his window pane.

With a grin on his face; already knowing who it was, Call unlatched his window to peer outside. He was greeted by a twirling Aaron who looked absolutely ridiculous as he pretends to slow down dance across the yard.

“You look insane!” Call shouted down, suppressing the hot laughter bubbling in his chest as he leaned his chin on both his hands.

“Why?” Aaron answered back, continuing his stupid antics.

“You’re dancing alone!” Call shouted down and let out a giggle as Aaron acted as if sudden realization dawned on him.

“Oh no! I need a partner immediately! Callum Hunt, young mister, get that pretty ass down here this instant!”

Call laughed as his skipped happily down the steps to open the front door to greet his boyfriend.

“May I have this dance?” the sixteen years old bowed, his hand held out to Call who faked a posh British accent while accepting the boy’s offer.

They danced silently in the yard, satisfied smiles on their faces, knowing nothing in the world would change anything.

So young.

So naive.

They didn’t see it coming.

Oh no, they didn’t.

———-

I’m EVIOL.

Thoughts?:)

~Bërrÿ

Please reblog to save my life. No spoilers for me please.

‘… Constantine Madden was famously charming.’

What Aaron Stewart actually said, The Magisterium. (via onceuponatimeberry)

My Next Door Sweetheart

Aaron hissed at the stinging sensation prickling his knee cap as he placed his palms against the stony, warm curb to sit down slowly.

The six years old looked down at the small wound which was clearly noticeable; the deep red blood against the bright smooth skin of the young boy. His pure, gentle lips formed a soft pout as he glared at the skateboard to his right.

He watched as a shadow casted above him and turned around to stare up, his chin poking up in the air for his vibrant eyes to interlock with a set of grey, stormy ones.

God, Aaron thought they are perfect; so welcoming and addictive along side with the rest of the other boy’s features. He let his orbs trace down the stranger’s adorable rosy nose, gorgeously arched cheek bones, warm lips which were parted in confusion and simply the utter beauty of the boy’s fair complexion.

Too young to love, Aaron told himself.

No, it wasn’t love yet ( he barely understood what it meant ) but it was the start of it.

The blonde snapped out of his thoughts when he realized the little kid was handed him a dark blue handkerchief and without really thinking much, Aaron smiled and took the cloth to cover his wound.

“Thanks.”

When he looked up, the boy had ran across the street towards an older man who was calling for the other boy and carrying a heavy box before dumping it onto the house porch.

Callum.

Aaron swore to himself to remember that name, his wound long forgotten.

———

They laughed.

Call was strapped safely under his best friend’s arm as loud, youthful laughter filled the winter air.

“Come on,” Aaron chuckled, shaking his head so the snow would fall graciously out of his golden locks and held out a gloved hand to help Call out of the sled.

The raven haired boy took the older’ boy hand, not really saying much but his friend understood that soft smile plastered on that innocent face was Call’s ‘thank you’ so Aaron simply gave a ‘welcome’ smirk.

It’s been three years together and nothing could tear the duo apart.

——–

School was tiring as usual but a certain blonde eleven years old boy couldn’t wipe the shining smile off his lips.

“Someone’s perky,” Tamara muttered suspiciously , eying her science lab partner but didn’t hide the smile pulling the ends of her mouth upwards as well when Aaron simply shrugged.

The duo had become a trio when the renowned Rajavis had enrolled their youngest to the Mage Junior Battle School but both boys had equally loved Tamara enough; in a platonic but genuine way, to accept her into their small friendship ring.

“Call said yes,” Aaron finally blurted out as the teacher went on talking about something along the lines of parent teacher interviews but he couldn’t care less.

Even Tamara seemed taken back by the news, her chocolate eyes widening before brightening with joy for both of her friends.

Aaron couldn’t wait to bring Call out to the movies that weekend.

——-

Call’s head perked up at the clinking sound he heard knocking on his window pane.

With a grin on his face; already knowing who it was, Call unlatched his window to peer outside. He was greeted by a twirling Aaron who looked absolutely ridiculous as he pretends to slow down dance across the yard.

“You look insane!” Call shouted down, suppressing the hot laughter bubbling in his chest as he leaned his chin on both his hands.

“Why?” Aaron answered back, continuing his stupid antics.

“You’re dancing alone!” Call shouted down and let out a giggle as Aaron acted as if sudden realization dawned on him.

“Oh no! I need a partner immediately! Callum Hunt, young mister, get that pretty ass down here this instant!”

Call laughed as his skipped happily down the steps to open the front door to greet his boyfriend.

“May I have this dance?” the sixteen years old bowed, his hand held out to Call who faked a posh British accent while accepting the boy’s offer.

They danced silently in the yard, satisfied smiles on their faces, knowing nothing in the world would change anything.

So young.

So naive.

They didn’t see it coming.

Oh no, they didn’t.

———-

I’m EVIOL.

Thoughts?:)

~Bërrÿ

So we’ve got:

Call: grumpy cat

Alastair: older grumpy cat

Aaron: sunshine golden retriever puppy

Tamara: TamTam

Rufus: gummy worm dad

Havoc: Ferocious Fluff

Celia: Corny Flakes

Joseph: Bad dada

Constantine: Mad Madden

Characters:

1. A newbie to join the beloved four.

- Honestly, I’m not very keen on this idea ( don’t get me wrong ) because it seems a little odd for a sudden character jumping into this little family. But I’m sure that CC and HB has their little ways to make sure we simply adore this character enough to open heartedly accept him/her/it/them to the group.

Also there could be the squirmy worm who pushed their way into the group via one of the characters ( ahem Aaron’s ahem too kind ahem).

Seems like an interesting concept to build on though.

2. The newbie creating a separate group from the iron trio with Jasper, Celia and Rafe etc.

- Now now children, don’t jump to conclusions. I not saying that I want Jasper taken out of the little, cost family happening right now but what if this new characters causing a dent in the current relationship between the iron trio and Jasper.

Rafe seems awfully alone and Celia’s only plot line is her crush on Callum so that is quite a empty character right there. ( I’ll add on a little more bout this two later) So we all know, in the iron trail Jasper was known for trying to get close with Tamara because of her family status so what if this new character had exactly that? The perfect bait for Jasper to head to his/her/its/their direction instead but I highly doubt that since the bond he had sealed after the hold ‘Constantine=Call’ secret.

So maybe this particular character could be a sneaky little fox and sabotage a little something perhaps?

3. A new/current suspicious mysterious character which now poses a threat to Callum’s secret.

A) Celia.

First of all, NO SURNAME. I know it doesn’t seem like much but I feel like this character was too two dimensional. Not much character development, just happy, fluffy and unicorn stuff. Even Rafe seems to have more of a human touch in his personality than hers.

It’s just this weird sense I get that she’s more than she appears just for now.

For a better good or tragic bad, I have no idea.

B) Faded-s.

So these are the people we had long forgotten of in the first or second book who made small appearances which held no big significance.’

I’ll list a few: ( Can you remember them well?)

-Declan Novak -Kylie Myres ( ok this I remembered) -Alma -Laurel ( I forgot bout her but it was on the wiki page) -Anastasia Tarquin -Master Cameron -Graves

Seems like a classic CC and HB move to push one of the slightly unnoticed characters -way- in front.

C) Newbie

Ah… The perfect classy strategy to add in a complete game twister.

A new character.

So I’m assuming this character would either have some sort of surprising or unexplained connection to an already existing character ( which is dangerous) or a quiet, secretive past ( which is even worse.)

I’ll post another theory list soon about the plot, but until then share your lovely thoughts!:) It doesn’t have to be just restricted to characters; anything related to TBK is welcomed.

All these theories were based off small spoilers and hints dropped of my CC and HB in interviews, conferences, meet and greets as well as posts/tweets.

And yes, I am on a long ranting rampage.

I’m sorry if my thoughts or theories aren’t very accurate right now.