Hey everyone!
I decided recently that I was going to write fanfiction for other fandoms instead of just the Maze Runner Trilogy. (Shameless self-promotion: if you like/have read those books, be sure to check out my other stories!)
I really like the Infernal Devices series, so I decided to write a series of Heronstairs one-shots (because I ship them), so here it is! I'll add more in the future, but right now I just have these two.
I've gone with sort of a modern AU with these first two stories, where Will and Jem are roommates and boyfriends.
Hope you like it!
- Plerfstacks :)
P.S. Please follow/favorite/review! It really means a lot to me. I'd also be glad to hear some suggestions for Heronstairs one-shots that I can write later on.
Jem looked nervously out the window of the plane, chewing his fingernails even though Will constantly told him not to. How had he gotten himself into this mess? Why did he agree to everything that Will told him to do? He took a deep breath to calm himself and focused on not vomiting. He knows I get sick on planes, Jem thought bitterly, shooting a glance at his ecstatic boyfriend, who was looking around giddily, unaware of the mental anguish that Jem was going through. Why would he make me go skydiving, of all things?
Looking back on it, however, Jem had to admit that he hadn't put up much of a fight when it had come to arguing against it. Will had suggested they do it, and Jem had protested once and then caved. Two weeks later, Jem regretted everything.
"Will," he muttered. Will turned towards him, his face showing none of the apprehension that Jem was sure he had written all over him. He didn't have to say anything else before his boyfriend reached over and placed a hand on top of Jem's.
"It's okay," Will murmured in reply, giving him a gentle smile. "Look, we're almost there."
Jem felt his eyes widen involuntarily, and he pressed his lips together into a tight line to avoid throwing up. Their instructor stood up and told them that they'd gotten to the right point and it was now time to hurtle to their imminent demise. Jem began to hyperventilate as the instructor began to attach his own harness to Jem's, and the other instructor attached his to Will's. Will squeezed Jem's hand tightly, glancing at him through his dark lashes.
"You alright?" he asked. Jem shook his head. "We'll be fine, sweetheart," Will assured him under his breath. "I promise."
The instructor pulled the door open and looked over at them.
"You ready?" he asked. Will nodded before Jem could say anything.
What happened next was so quick that Jem wasn't able to fully comprehend it. One second, Jem was looking apprehensively out the door of the plane, and the next second he was falling through the air and his face felt like it was peeling off. He let out an involuntary shriek of shock and fear as he plummeted towards the ground at about a million and three miles per hour. His silver hair whipped around his ears as he found himself clinging tightly to his instructor's harness. He never thought it would end, but suddenly, it was over. Jem was tugged up into the air by some unseen force, and was baffled until he realized that it was the parachute.
As he began his descent once more, he was finally able to tell what was going on around him. He looked around, completely and utterly stunned by what had just occurred, and gave a short, insane bark of laughter. He was going to live after all.
When Jem touched the ground, he felt his legs turn to jelly and he almost faceplanted on the grass. The instructor was the only thing holding him up as he stood there, laughing giddily. Once his harness was undone, he stumbled over to where Will had, of course, made a perfect landing.
"Jem!" Will cried, grinning. "You okay?"
Jem looked at him for a second before replying,
"I wanna do it again."