#(James: Hey I know you've been hurt and I'll be there for you)

[livestosave]

@caeloservare asked: “I know you’ve been hurt in the past, and I promise, I’ll never let that happen, again.” //Qrow please \o/ From this Starter Set || Accepting!

Everything was...a lot.

His head was spinning, and gods, did he wish he could say it was from alcohol. Even if it was, he knew it would still be overwhelming. Everything, with the girls, their friends, Atlas...Ozpin, James...Leo.

The corvid let out a careful breath, leaning on the balcony and watching the lights twist across the sky. Auroras. He'd always liked them, even when he was so shitfaced that he could hardly see. There was something about the sky that always brought him comfort. That eased his soul, even in his darkest days. And these...these felt like they certainly qualified.

A soft huff of amusement crept out of his throat, even as he half-turned his head to the left to look at James. Then he smiled, a little uncertain.

"I don' need protectin', James...you got more important things t' worry about than a dusty old Qrow."

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Hey have a request I’d love to see a fic like this:

Dad!Eddie x mom!reader their reaction when their 18 year old daughter comes home with her first real boyfriend turns out it’s a metalhead like Eddie :)

I hope you can do something like this <3

This is so cute, and I love the idea. I just picture Eddie being a complete girl dad. Hope you enjoy. 🩷

Requests are open for the time being.

Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom!reader

Warning: none, just some fluff.

A/n: This is fluff, but I still do not want minors interacting with my work. Not proofread

"He's coming over!" Your daughter Julie raced down the stairs yelling out to you.

Eddie looked up from his phone with his reading glasses hanging off his nose. "Who's coming over? He?"

You saw him looking towards you and then back at your daughter. She just turned eighteen a few months ago. She was born on July tenth. Which was also the birthday of Ronnie James Dio. Something Eddie never stopped bragging about saying it's "the most metalest thing ever."

He fell in love all over again the moment she was born. She was glued to his hip. Anywhere he went, she went. If he was eating, so was she. If Eddie got a tattoo, then he was buying her one out of the bubble gum machine for her to match.

He couldn't stand watching her grow up. Seeing her go from this tiny little thing to a young woman was difficult on you both. She had his eyes and dimples along with his sarcasm.

"Oh, uhh, her boyfriend Eddie, remember he's coming for dinner." You reminded him while trying to keep things calm.

"Boyfriend?" He repeated.

Julie rolled her eyes. " Yeah dad boyfriend you know the guy I've been telling you and mom about for like the last two months."

Eddie didn't say a word back. He knew he couldn't stop her from dating. He actually didn't hate the idea of her dating. He hated the idea of some guy hurting her.

That's all it really came down to. He's tried so hard to shield her from all the bad in the world. But you've helped him realize that's impossible, and he needs to just let her learn.

Once your daughter left for the day, you sat with your husband. You wanted to take his mind off of things and just help him relax. He already possibly has high blood pressure. You didn't want to make it worse.

"You wanna go out back and work on your tomatoes? " You got up and started massaging his shoulders.

He smiled and took off his glasses. "I actually gotta tune up my bike, but maybe tomorrow, sweetheart."

"Are you okay?" You leaned down by his ear.

"I'm fine-- I'll be fine." He reassured you. You turned your head and gave him a little kiss to his cheek.

He was still as handsome as the first time you saw him. His eyes have the prettiest crinkles from all of the years of laughing. His smile lines are visible under his stubble. His hair is starting to finally grey in certain parts. You've been together since you were practically kids.

You and him fell in love the millisecond you laid eyes on each other. Your parents hated him at first. They tried so hard to keep you two apart, but you weren't having it. Nothing was going to keep Eddie away from you.

He tried so hard to win your parents over, mainly your dad. Since your mom softened up when she got to know him better. Your dad was a different story. Your dad didn't like his look.

The tattoos, hair, and music he was strictly against. Eddie was used to being treated like that. He was used to people judging him before they really knew him. That doesn't mean he still didn't try to get your father's approval because he did. All the time, with little to no luck.

You noticed Eddie had been in his garage all day. He said he had to give his bike a quick tune-up, but that usually only takes a few hours. He's been out there since this morning. You look at the clock, and it's now going on 4 pm. Julie has been home now for just an hour or so. She wanted to get ready in time to introduce you to her boyfriend.

You know he's nervous about meeting Julie's boyfriend. He doesn't want to seem like some weird overbearing parent. This is her first serious relationship, it seems like. Eddie wants to be protective, but he doesn't want to scare the guy off. He doesn't want your daughter to hate him.

A loud knocking knocking at the front door tells you he's here. Before you could even leave the kitchen to answer it, Eddie somehow is already there.

He swings open the door and is met with a guy not much taller than him. He has short dark hair with a denim vest similar to his old one. Various pins and patches littered all over it. He was wearing an old Slayer shirt underneath with black boots.

Eddie eyed him curiously. "Whooo are you?"

"Oh, I'm um, Noah...Julie's boyfriend." He held out to his to shake Eddie's. His other hand held some flowers in it.

Foot steps come running up next to them both, and it took Eddie a moment to process who they belonged to.

"Dad, this is Noah." Julie took his hand and brought him inside.

"Right-nice to meet you." He finally shook his hand back as he walked past him.

Eddie was stunned. The second he saw him, he got instant flashbacks of when he was younger going to meet your parents for the first time. He wanted to hate the guy. He wants to be this tough, hard ass to him. But now he can't bring himself to do any of that.

"Eddie, come help me with dinner." You whispered.

"Yeah - Yeah, okay, I'm coming." He shook his head and smiled to himself.

"He bought me flowers." You pointed at the vase holding the bouquet.

"So i buy you flowers all the time." Eddie shrugged, still trying to keep up the facade that he doesn't like the guy.

He grabbed a knife and helped cut up some onions. He looked out the window in front of him and watched your daughter and her boyfriend outside. You stopped what you were doing to focus on them, too. You saw how Eddie's eyes had softened when Noah put a little buttercup flower behind her ear.

You and him instantly had memories flooding in from your earlier years as a couple. Where Eddie would find a pretty flower and put it behind your ear. Or how he would lay with you for hours looking up at the stars. You could see he was getting a little emotional about it. More memories of picnics together in the back of his van.

"You gonna cut those onions or keep zoning out?" You nudged him.

"Sorry, I'm ju- I'm just thinking." He spoke quietly.

You went over to him and rubbed his back. "About?"

"I'm supposed to be a dick head to him, but I can't bring myself to be that way" Eddie kept looking out the window, watching Noah with your daughter.

"Who said you had to be that way?" You looked out to where he was.

He shook his head. "No one... I'm just being over dramatic like usual."

After dinner was over. Noah and Julie were sitting on the couch together while Eddie was sitting in his chair. You were busy getting dessert ready for everyone.

"Hey dad, did I tell you Noah is in a band." Julie giggled.

Eddies face lit up. "No, you didn't. do you play?"

"Uhh, well, I used to drum, but now I sing." Noah informed him. He acted a little shy to even have it brought up so suddenly. He felt put on the spot.

He nods "I used to be in a band too."

"Really?" Noah moved a little closer towards Eddie leaving Julie behind at the other end of the couch.

"Yep, I used to play guitar and sing, actually." Eddie smiled and looked proud to be talking about his former band days again.

"I have some old stuff in my garage where my band "toured" for a bit and my old gear." He pointed behind him.

"Can we check it out?" Noah looked like a kid in a candy store when Eddie mentioned his old gear.

"Follow me," He grunted while getting out of his chair. His knees popped as he stood up. Years of hard work finally taking its toll on his body.

Julie just sat there watching her boyfriend and her dad, leaving her all alone in the living room. You were busy in the kitchen cutting cake and putting the pieces onto plates.

"Guys, dessert is ready!" You jogged to the living room to find it empty except for your daughter.

She rolled her eyes "they're in the garage."

You couldn't help but chuckle.

All day, you had anticipated this first meeting to be a disaster. Now you have your husband and your daughters boyfriend playing guitar together. You know Eddie didn't have a mean bone in his body. Even at his cruelest, he was still considered nice to most.

"Think dad likes him?" Julie crossed her arms, looking annoyed. She was being sarcastic. You could tell by her tone.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, trying hard not to laugh. "He hates him, I'm sure."

You could hear them both screeching from out back. Heavy metal loudly playing, and Eddie's old guitar plugged in. You and your daughter sat eating dessert, trying to drown out all the music. The night ended with Noah being invited back over next weekend. While Eddie was upstairs putting ice on his now sore neck. He forgot his age for a few hours and became that young twenty something man again.

[luveline]

hey! would you mind writing sirius black x reader (ole flame or something) when they meet for the first time since azkaban at a meeting for the order? thank you and happy holidays!

thank u for requesting, hope this is OK! ♡

—you and sirius both get to go home eventually, 2.2k. fem

You were still kids when Sirius… went away. You thought he hurt James and Lily, and it didn't matter that you loved him because he was evil and cruel and he hurt the people he loved most in the world, and then you were outposted thousands of miles eastward, your life a shadow. 

Remus sent you letters. You always answered, even when it hurt, but his last was too much to believe. You told yourself that someone forged his handwriting through a curse or some new gimmick, and then a second arrived with a smaller envelope hidden inside. 

No name written on it. No Dear anything to begin. 

Things are different to what you've been told. Please come home, it said. This penmanship was shaken like a hand out of practice, but something felt familiar in the curves and dots. 

If Remus’ letter (and the second smaller one too) were in fact telling the truth, it means you did something awful, and so, for a while, you don't go. 

Please, the next letter says, again enclosed within a larger explanation from Remus, I'm sorry. I just want to see you again. 

Getting home isn't as simple as he might think. You have to picture the destination very clearly to disapparate, and you have no sustained recollection anymore of the places you used to go. You remember silly things, slices of memories; the four of them laughing in a big green field, the sweet smell of hair oil to your left; the beige walls of a rented flat where you'd lay in bed for hours, sometimes days at a time, before things got too terrible to sleep; a string-lit garden that last summer, hands of poker on a glass table. These places aren't real anymore. You can't go back to them. 

Upon your request, Molly forwards you an address and a secret code. 

Trains, buses, trains again. A long walk through a cold street. Some secret this or that. You arrive in the night and a frowning face ushers you in, past a painting sealed away and up the creaking stairs. You spend hours sitting on the end of a bed coated in dust waiting for the sun to rise, your back stiff with nerves. You could slip out before anyone else knows you're here, it's not as if Moody would give you away. But why did you come, if you were going to run straight back to your outpost? 

You don't want Sirius’ betrayal to be true, of course. It took your breath away imagining what it would mean if he hadn't done what you thought. If it's all lies (as it seems to be), if he's innocent as he and Remus claim, it means you turned your back on him and left him to suffer, and he's still asking you to come home. 

A few people stir for breakfast. Molly, who's voice you remember, and some younger sounding ones that may be her children, or perhaps the newer Order recruits. Then comes Remus’ voice. He sounds different. Less Welsh, more tired. Homely anyways as he passes your door with someone beside him. 

“...any day now,” he's saying, “try not to worry.” 

“I do worry. I've worried about it every day for years.” 

You freeze up. 

The stairs creak, Remus’ voice moving further away. “She doesn't need worrying.” 

Sirius must stay at the top of the stairs for a moment. He sounds close. “I wouldn't know what she needs.” 

“Come have some breakfast.” 

“I'll write her again.” 

“After breakfast.” 

“What if she doesn't come?” 

“After breakfast,” Remus insists. “She can ignore you once we've had toast.” 

“I forgot how funny you are,” Sirius mutters. 

Hearing his voice fills you with doubt. He sounds nothing like he used to, no easy confidence to be heard, just fatigue. 

You look down at your hands. Hearing his voice has a new emotion sprouting, too. When you first learned what had happened to your friends, you felt anger like a knife everywhere you went. How could he do that to them? How could he do it to you, be that person, ruin everything you'd loved and made together? But later, when anger faded and grief ached, you'd missed the Sirius you loved. Shamefully, in longing pangs, you'd toss and turn to dreams where things were different. 

Now there's a chance he might still be that person, and you're hiding from him in his own house. 

“There's someone here,” Molly says as you leave your room, her voice nearly too quiet to hear from the kitchen. “Moody's told me this morning.” 

“What?” Arthur asks. 

“Who?” a younger voice says. 

A small intermission of quiet. “Well, I don't know,” Molly says eventually, though she must have guessed it was you from the letter you sent. “But I'll need another loaf of bread. You'd better go, boys.” 

“Mum,” one whines. 

“Come on now.” 

The stairs whimper as you descend, the bannister sticky with old gloss under your hand. Paisley wallpaper and drapes catch your eye as you pass the overflowing shoe rack. There must be more people here than you'd thought. The coat stand is similarly overloaded. 

You can see into the kitchen as soon as you take the last step down. Molly stands wringing a dish cloth between her hands, two teenage boys at the kitchen table. Remus stands near her right with a cup of tea, and when he sees you, he genuinely smiles. 

“Oh, good,” he says, the scar that bisects his lip pulling as he takes a sip of tea. 

The teenagers turn to see you. “Bread, boys! Arthur, you can go with them," Molly says.

Arthur doesn't complain. You falter in the hallway, quiet as the trio of Weasley's leave the kitchen in their slippers to take a quiet exit from the front door. They smile politely as they go, but the boys whisper as the door shuts behind them. You wonder if they have an inkling of who you are, and then you wonder what you might say now they're gone. 

Molly remains, inquisitive to know that you need privacy but also the security of her company. She was always smart like that.

“Come in, then,” Remus says. 

“I–” You clear your throat. “I'm not sure I should.” 

A startle of silverware against china. 

Remus gives you one of his looks. It has tears threatening to well. Why didn't I fight to see him more? you think. Suddenly years have passed and he's changed, but his reassuring glances remain. It's like he's saying everything is fine, why wouldn't everything be fine? Chin up, dove.

Sirius appears in the doorway. Dark circles beneath grey eyes, his cheeks gaunt with hunger rather than the sleek sharpness he once possessed. He's still pretty, if wounded. It's as though you've found an old photo of him that's been smudged with age. He's stepped out of one of your moulding albums to haunt you. 

“Angel,” he breathes, his hand clasped low on the doorway, “you're here.” 

You look past him to Molly and Remus. There isn't a reality nor dimension where they'd let him stay here if they didn't believe his innocence. Remus explained it all in the letter and still you worried if he might have gotten it wrong, and simply believed what he wanted to believe, but it's not possible. Remus loved James so much, he would've killed Sirius himself if he really thought Sirius was the secret keeper who betrayed them. 

So. It's a relief to be home. 

You stare at him. “You look tired,” you say quietly. 

“I'm fine. I am.” 

He seems alright, considering. You'd even say he was handsome with his hair pushed away from his face, a dark shadow of stubble around his mouth, but he looks exhausted.  

You're expecting him to say what you'd say. How could you ever think I'd do it? 

Sirius was prone to similar bouts of pride, or righteousness, justice, whatever you want to call it, but he doesn't bother with that now. He looks at you as though you're the only person on earth, gaze narrowed but eyes wide, pain between his brows as he asks, “What's wrong?” 

Your hand finches up to your cheek to wipe the sudden tear away. “I thought I'd never see you again.” Your Sirius. 

“Don't be upset,” he pleads. 

“How can I not be? I left you all alone for so long.” 

He laughs roughly. “Sweetheart, what were you supposed to do?” 

“Not just give up.” 

“You thought it was me. That's the only thing you could've done. Either of you,” he says, gesturing backward with his hand. “It was hard… to know who to trust, at the end. It's not your fault.” 

You really were only kids together, not half as in love as James and Lily, but that doesn't mean you weren't mad for each other. He looked after you. You would've had a life, you think. 

“You were just gone,” you say, looking down at the floor between you, eyes tracing lines of wood grain. “Everyone. There was nobody left. And I just let you go.” 

“Do you want to come here?” he asks. You lift your head. His hand is barely in front of him, fingers open, palm up. 

It's like taking a stranger's hand for the first few seconds. You keep them low between you both, unfamiliar to each other. But, you find, as his fingers wrap around yours in that selfish way they used to do, squeezing rather than intertwining to make all of them fit, he remembers you.

You step a little closer, your arm to his chest, and look up at him through your lashes. It would melt him like a candle near a furnace, this look. He'd be smug or seething about something and you'd sidle in to stand between his shoes, unsure of what to say but determined to be there for him. It's the same now.  

“What's wrong?” he asks under his breath. 

“I left you all alone,” you repeat. 

“It wasn't your choice, okay?” He smooths his free hand from your elbow to your upper arm. 

Molly says something to Remus. He chuckles and says something in return. Happier to admit it if it's only for Sirius’ ears, you say, “I'm really sorry, Sirius. I miss you every day.” 

“I miss you too,” he says. 

You push your arms around his waist and hide your face in his chest, feeling for the lines of who he used to be, the dip of his spine in his back or the soft cotton of one of his old t-shirts. You regret hugging him at all, until he puts his arm behind your head, a shaky breath released against your crown. 

I'm scared, he'd said. But I don't want you to be scared, okay? Barely twenty, he smelled of the sticky red powder on the end of matches after a night doing things he couldn't tell you about. You could tell him you loved him, and he you, but you weren't to discuss Order business. We'll be okay. 

But Lily–

Everyone's going to be fine. I promise. 

“You promised,” you say to yourself. Too quiet for him to hear, but he does. 

“I promised you so many things I'm not sure what one you mean,” he says with a disappointed laugh. 

You pull away, taking his face into two hands. “How do you feel?” you ask, ignoring the tremble working up from your wrists. 

“What?” His eyes are dark. 

“How are you? Did they– I mean, are you okay? Are you sick?” 

“Remus has patched me up. And Cordelia, the medwitch, you know her?” 

“I don't know anyone. I've been away.” 

He nods sadly. “Yeah. Well, you look the same.” 

“I don't.” 

“You do! You look the same,” —he almost sounds happy, his lips curling into a smile— “sweetheart. Sweetheart–” He closes his eyes. 

You push his hair behind his ears. “You don't look the same,” you confess, “you have wrinkles, right… here.” You touch the corners of his eyes. 

“You're still beautiful.” 

“Mm. You can't even see me.” 

“I don't need to see you. I knew you would be.” 

You rise up to kiss his cheek gently. “It's like you're back, like– like, I always felt like you were gone. And now you're home again. You are home, aren't you?” 

He covers your hand with one of his. “You're here, so–” 

You laugh together nervously. “Yeah, I'm here.” 

“I have stuff to do to make it right.” 

“Then we'll do it.” 

“Okay,” he says. He swallows a breath, and wraps you in a surprisingly tight hug. “Did you read my letters?” 

I don't want anything from you. Just to see you're okay. 

“I read them. I'm okay. Don't I look okay?” 

“You look perfect. Just like the last time I saw you,” he says. It startles you how suddenly he sounds like he did when you were young, his flirting drawl, voice velveteen. 

“Not like that,” you laugh. 

He pulls you as close as you can be, rough now, his arms solid around you. “I missed that,” he says, rubbing your back. “I forgot how you sound when you laugh.” 

You've led very different lives. “I didn't forget yours.” 

“You wouldn't. You love having things to hold against me.” 

You stroke his hair. “Maybe a little.” 

[xsaltburnx]

Don't leave me

Comforting Farleigh after Felix's death

Farleigh Start x female reader

a/n: I really wanted to write this because I feel like Farleigh needed someone to comfort him and tell him everything's going to be alright after he got yelled at and he definitely deserved better, poor baby, (also that's what I think the scene is about, if I got it wrong, sorry)

warning: Felix dying, swearing, everybody treating Farleigh like shit, drugs, Farleigh crying a lot

word count: 3,299

You have known Farleigh for as long as you can remember. He's always been there for you. Your rock, your shoulder to cry on, someone who knew all of your secrets and all your problems, always ready to help you. Even if it was 4 pm or 4 am, you called and he was there.

And you were always there for him. Even though most of the times you two were on different continents and hours and miles away from each other, you never let something like that ruin what you two had. Then things started getting a lot easier because Farleigh came to live in England and since then you were inseperable. Yes, you did spend quite some time at Saltburn even when Farleigh wasn't here because you were really good friends with Felix and then later met Venetia, who you've clicked with just like that. Yes, sometimes they had their own opinion on Farleigh and sometimes you hated the way they talked about him but he somehow learned how to shake that off and not take it too seriously, so you did exactly that even though deep down it hurt to listen.

When you joined Oxford university, you and Farleigh became even closer and you eventually fell in love with him. You kept it a secret for quite some time because you were afraid to talk about your feelings because you didn't want to lose him. He was your home and you weren't planning on losing that, but luckily he felt the same and that was it. He was everything you always wanted and you swore you would never let him go or do anything that would harm him or let him battle his problems alone. No fucking way.

Everything was going great. You finished another year at Oxford, celebration obviously planned there and then later at Saltburn. Summer was about to begin and you had a feeling this summer was going to be one to remember. And oh boy it was.. but for very different reasons.

"Hey baby." Farleigh walked into your dorm, closing the door behind him, his arms immedistely wrapping around your body, hugging you from behind. "Did you finish packing?" He aks gently as he looked around the room, your clothes still splatered across the floor and your bed, messier than the first night you came here.

"Shut up." You playfully hit his arm as you heard him chuckle in your ear, his lips connecting with the top of your head in a gentle kiss. "I still have so much to do, I'll never make it in time."

"Yes you will, I'll wait for you, you know I'm not leaving." He spun you around, his hands resting on your waist as he pulled you closer and hugged you tightly, one of those as you called them grizly bear hugs.

"Then help me pack?" You batted your eyelashes at him and made a pouty face, hoping it would work.

"Oh no, that's not fair, don't do that, you know I can't resis that face" He said and kissed your lips swiftly, his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Of course I'll help."

"Is anybody else coming with us?" You asked while folding your t-shirts, placing them neatly inside your suitcase.

"Oliver fucking Quick." Farleigh trailed off.

"What?" You quickly turned around to look at him, unsure if you heard that correctly. You obviously didn't like him, I mean Fekix though he was a very inspiring person but you and Farleigh? You didn't get the hype and always held him on his toes.

"Yeah, Felix invited him. I don't know why, something about him not wanting to go home because of his parents."

"Do Elspeth and James know that?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"Yes, apparently Elspeth is extremely excited to meet him. That'll be interesting." Farleigh closed one of your bags and placed it on his shoulder. "Damn, what do you have in here, rocks?"

"Very funny, no, all the vibrators you gave me." You said, laughing, seriousness washed over his face.

"Oh really?" He dropped the bag on the floor and grabbed your waist, hoisting your body up on his shoulder, his large hand smacking you on the ass. Your laugh echoed throughout the room, probably audible outside too, but that's how Farleigh always wanted you to be. Such beautiful laughter, it was like music to his ears, like daisies adorning a beautiful meadow. He gently put you down on the bed and laid on top of you, his thumb caressing your soft cheek.

"I love you." He whispered, a special kind of sparkle in his eyes, a smile plastered on his face.

"I love you too, Farleigh." His hot breath washed over your face, his lips slightly brushed yours before he kissed you gently, a moment of bliss before the big storm.

~ ° * ° ~

Summer at Saltburn? Always crazy and busy, but the busy part? Partying and laying out on the freshly cut grass or swimming in the pool. That was all you did there every summer. Not a bad life, you always thought to yourself, but sometimes it was nice to go back to reality and to a real life.You'd be lying if you said you didn't get used to this kind of life, the glamour, the dinner parties, dressing up,it was quite fun to a certain point. When it was too much, you and Farleigh packed your bags and left for a week or two, all alone, away from all of it. But to someone, this life was inviting them in more and more as each day passed.

And then the Cattons decided to throw Oliver a birthday party. 200 people? 300? You lost count. I mean if it's a party then it's a great idea, but for the entire night Farleigh had a very strange feeling about everything that night. He watched Oliver just skulk around almost every room in the house, people not paying too much attention to him. Most of them only knew him as "the birthday boy" but only a few of them knew his actual name. There was something strange about him, Farleigh always kept an eye on him.

...and he was right...

Around 11 am you felt someone shaking your body, trying to wake you up. You opened your eyes and saw Farleigh standing in front of you and you immediately knew something was wrong. His eyes were wide and his hands were shaking, his mannerisms completely different than how he usually is.

"What is it?" You asked and instantly sat up on the bed, fear in your eyes and in your voice, your heart suddenly picking up its pace, a sudden wave of ringing filling up your ears.

"Felix is missing." Farleigh trailed off.

"What?" You quickly got up and didn't even bother to put on shoes. You ran outisde and saw Venetia in the water, walking around, waving her hands underwater. You ran towards her with Farleigh, both of you joining her, hoping he's not in here and that he's fine. Then you heard a gut wrenching scream coming from the maze. You looked at Farleigh and instantly felt tears well up in your eyes. You shook your head and walked as quickly as possible to the edge, climbed and got up, the three of you running towards the maze.

You knew the maze like the back of your hand so it was easy to get to the center, but at that moment you wish that you could just get lost in there because what you all saw was something you would never be able to forget as it was buried inside you mind very deeply.

Felix was laying there on his stomach, golden wings still attached to his back. His body a pale colour, almost a hint of blue, his beautiful eyes now without that incredible spark that you got so used to seeing. His lifeless body was something you never thought you would have to see in your life nor did you want to but for some reason you couldn't look away.

Venetia, you and Farleigh fell to your knees, grasping onto one another, looking for comfort as tears just started coming out, the pain in your chest unlike anything you've ever experienced before. It was as if someone ripped out your heart, a huge hole right in the middle of your chest. Your ears started ringing and you felt like you were going to pass out. You suddenly felt like you weren't on this planet anymore, completely disoriented and if Farleigh and Venetia weren't grasping onto your body, you don't know how you would have dealt with this alone. You let out a loud scream, your chest convulsing from all the sobs that kept coming out of your body.

You don't know how or when you got up, left the maze and changed your clothes or when on earth did everybody gather for lunch, but there you were, sitting at the table with James, Elspeth, Venetia, Farleigh, oh and yes, of course, Oliver.

The curtains shut as the room plunged into darkness, making it look red like blood, not a hint of daylight. It somehow looked terrifying and gruesome, very unpleasant. You were sitting next to Farleigh, his face kind of emotionless as he kept staring at the table, not moving his gaze from the same spot. You reached out to him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it, making him snap out of his thoughts, a sob suddenly falling from his lips. On your left was an empty chair and an empty plate. Felix's spot and when you first walked in and saw it, you broke down again.

Suddenly there was a hint of a squeaking gurney on the outside, meaning they were passing the window with Felix's body and then there was a sound of doors closing. A tear rolled down your cheek as you closed your eyes, your hand suddenly slipping away from Farleigh's.

"Oh my God... May I be excused, please?" Farleigh whimpered and got up from the table, his cheeks stained with tears.

"No. We haven't finished lunch." James replied, not even looking at Farleigh.

"Lunch is cold. You want me just eat it like nothing is happening?"

"What else is there to do, darling?" Elspeth looked at him, sadness noticable in her eyes.

"Anything! Anything-" You looked at him as he screamed out, a whimper escaping your lips as tears started falling from your eyes again. The pain was unbearable and seeing Farleigh like that broke your heart and how everybody acted like nothing ever happened, like Farleigh was the only one who actually cared and the only one who saw how messed up it was that everybody was acting like this. James slammed his fists on the table, the plates clattering. You jumped, your body shook from fear, the sudden change in tone almost too much.

"Farleigh! Will you be quiet?! Sit down and eat the bloody pie! Just eat it! Eat it and shut up! Eat the bloody pie!"

Farleigh sat down and grabbed his fork, placing the pie in his mouth but unable to chew through the meat. Small pieces flew out of his mouth and onto the plate, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"You're not the only person here with feelings. None of us wants your bloody American feelings!" James trailed off and suddenly there was silence inside the room. You didn't even try to put anything in your mouth because you felt like you were going to throw up.

"I think it’s delicious." Oliver suddenly said, Farleigh snapping at him.

"What the fuck are you still doing here?" you look at Oliver and his expression and there was nothing on his face. Like he didn't care. You wiped away your tears and placed your hands in your lap.

"Wait, does no one else find it weird?.. No one else finds that weird?"

"Farleigh.." you whispered and placed your hand on top of his, your fingers grazing his in a comforting way.

"I wouldn’t throw stones if I was you, Farleigh." Oliver replied in a strict tone, a fork in his hand.

"Excuse me?"

"Please stop." Venetia sighed and said quietly.

"What is he saying?" James asked and looked at Oliver.

"I..I've no idea." Farleigh said, clearly confused what Oliver wanted to get with all of this.

"What I'm saying is that I'd feel guilty too."

"Guilty?"

"If I was the one racking up lines the night someone died."

"Fuck you." Farleigh stared back at him, cursing, only hate for Oliver in his body at that very moment.

"That's not a denial." Oliver replied as he leaned forward a little bit, his gaze moving between you and Farleigh.

"You took it too far, Oliver." You interrupted them, defending Farleigh.

"Is that true?" James asked, pale with fury. He looked towards Duncan signaling him to leave. "Search Farleigh's room."

"No." Farleigh crumpled into his chair and started sobbing. Now you were a little bit scared. Your eyes widened, not surely understanding what they were going to do about this situation. Seeing and hearing what was happening was making the situation even harder. You couldn't take your eyes off Farleigh and when you saw tears continuously welling up in his eyes, you couldn't help but start sobbing as well. Your heart was breaking.

"Get out." Sir James said angrily.

"Please, he didn't do anything.." You looked at Sir James, begging, trying to make him see that it really wasn't his fault and that he had nothing to do with all of this. Of course he didn't believe you, he didn't even acknowledge you.

"No, wait-" Farleigh whimpered and wiped away his tears with the sleeves of his jumper.

"What's happening?" Elspeth asked after wiping her mouth eith a linen cloth.

"Aunt Elspeth- Elspeth-" he said desperately but got interrupted by James.

"Don’t you dare look at her!"

Elspeth looked liked she was now ignoring Falreigh, not wanting to look at him at all. Could she ever look at him again after this? Who knows.

"Get out!"

Farleigh looked around the table, searching for somebody to look at him, to see they were making a mistake but no one looked at him except for you. Not even Oliver. He got up your hand slipped off, hanging next to your body. Your lip trembled at the sudden empty feeling, your head hung low as you kept staring at your fingers. Farleigh grabbed onto the chair, picking at the stitching.

"I won't mention this to the police. That's all you get. Nothing more. Ever again." James trailed off and that was the last thing you heard from him that night. Farleigh turned to the side and left the room, leaving you alone with the Cattons and Oliver. You wiped away your tears with the back of your hand.

"You didn't have to do this. It wasn't his fault." You snapped back at Oliver, his eyes quickly looking back at you. A hidden smirk adorned his face, a sinnister look in his eyes.

"You know he did it. He was racking up lines the whole night. Felix could've taken whatever Farleigh was using." Oliver replied, his plate now half empty. "Even when you two were fucking outside. It was like a freak show."

"Fuck you." You quickly got up and threw the linen clot on the table, your legs feeling like jello. "If you'll excuse me, I can't be in the room with someone who cares more about a fucking stranger than a member of this family."

You turned around on your heels and walked out of the room. The second you closed the doors, you let out the biggest sob, a long hallway making it echo throughout the house. You felt like you were falling apart from the inside out.

You stood outside Farleigh's room as you quietly knocked on the door, only a quiet sob audible. You silently opened the door and what you saw broke your heart completely. Farleigh was laying on the floor, his knees pulled towards his body, his arms wrapped around them as loud sobs fell from his lips.

You looked around his room and saw how big of a mess it was. Everything was scattered on the floor. His clothes, his books, all of his belongings on the floor. You bit your lip in hopes it would stop you from crying, but it didn't help.

You walked over to his sobbing figure and knelt down, your arms immediately wrapping around his body.

"Farleigh... baby.." you whispered, his body shaking.

"They think I killed him." He whispered through his cries, his tears soaking the carpet underneath him. "I didn't do it." His cries kept getting louder and it was harder for you to stay quiet because you couldn't stand him being like this, broken, like he didn't mean anything to anybody. Like it was all his fault. You wanted to fix everything and make it all okay for him because that's exactly what he deserved. He deserved better and to be treated right.

"No, Farleigh, you didn't do it. It's not your fault, please don't think that. You didn't kill Felix." You told him, your hands caressing his arms, comforting him, hoping it would help him even just a little bit.

"Now I feel like I did." He cried out, his face now buried in his hands.

"Hey, come here." You grabbed his arm and gently pulled him, moving his hands from his face. You intertwined your fingers with his and helped him sit up, his knees once more pulled towards his body. You wiped away his tears with your thumbs, gently caressing his cheeks before you cupped his face, making him look at you directly in your eyes.

"You didn't do it, why would you think that? Because of Oliver?" He just nooded and closed his eyes, a single tear rolling down his cheek. It felt like someone was sitting on your chest, the pressure and the pain in your heart from seeing Farleigh like this was unbearable.

"Fuck him, Farleigh. He's a nobody, a fucking leech and if I could get rid of him, I would. You're so much more than all of this. You deserve everything in this world and if they can't see it, fuck 'em." You trailed off, tears welling up in your eyes and your voice breaking every other word.

"Everybody is leaving me, pushing me away like I mean nothing." He sobbed and quickly got up as he started pacing around his room, his cries so loud that it seemed like he was fighting for air. You jumped up and stood there in place for a few seconds, somehow unable to move.

"Are you also going to leave me?" His voice cracked and right then he looked like a little kid. You dare to say that he looked absolutely defeated. "Please don't leave me."

A loud cry fell from your lips, his words hurting you, hurting how he thought that you would actually leave him after everything. You shook your head and practically ran towards him, your body smashing into his

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, your face buried in his chest as you sobbed quietly. His arms squeezed you, almost as if he was afraid if he held you lightly or if he let you go, you would somehow slip away.

"I will never leave you, Farleigh. I could never. You're a part of me and if I lose you, I'll lose myself. Please don't ever think that I would leave you." He kissed the top of your head, one hand still wrapped around your body while the other gently caressed your hair.

"Now let's get out of here. Okay?" You kissed him on the lips gently, his arms resting on your hips. You had to get out of this house, had to get away from Saltburn as soon as possible. The only good thing about all of this? Farleigh by your side.

"Okay."

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Coach Bradford

Summary: Tim, your father, agrees to coach your softball team along with Lucy.

Pairings: Tim Bradford x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, Tim being Tim, swearing, injury, blood, hospital

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Summer was officially here and that meant that travel softball was starting. You loved softball. You've loved it ever since you could remember. You had played it for most of your life starting from t-ball all the way up to fast pitch. You were the best player on the team. You could pitch, hit, catch, be infield and be outfield. You were just in elementary school ending 5th grade and already so good. Maybe it was because your dad, Tim Bradford, was a baseball lover and a hard ass when it came to practicing but he was only doing to help you. He would never push you too hard to the point of physical hurting yourself.

Playing softball took your mind off your mother not being there. She had left when you were young but you were old enough to understand what was going on. You threw yourself into softball which you just grown to love and it became one of your favorite hobbies.

You loved your team and your coach and coach assistants. You also loved that your dad, his girlfriend, Lucy Chen, and the rest of the group, John Nolan and Bailey Nune, Wesely Evers and Angela Lopez, Nyla Harper and James Murray, Celina Juarez, Aaron Thorson, and Wade Grey and Luna Grey, showed up to your games whenever possible.

Currently, your coach had to step away for a family emergency. The assistant coach was out sick, and the other coach was sick along with his wife, who was the assistant coach, but their kid was fine and staying with another friend. That meant a parent needed to step in. You being you volunteered your father and to say he was surprised but he would do it for you anyway.

You had just come to the station after practice still in your softball gear. You had been dropped off by your friend's parents. You walked into the station and greeted the front desk and they smiled and greeted back and let you go. As you were walking you ran into the first person you liked to play practical jokes on, Quigley Smitty. "Hello, Smitty." You said sweetly knowing it would unnerve him.

"Hello Mini Bradford." He said

"How are you?" You asked and he eyed you suspiciously.

"Fine." He said and you smiled.

"That's good. I'll see you around." You said and winked at him and walked off. He shivered you had played some pranks on him that made him scared of you. As you were walking further into the station you saw your dad. "Hey, Dad!" You said enthusiastically and he turned around and smiled.

"Hey, Sweetheart. How was practice?" He asked

"It was good. Coach had to tend to a family emergency and the assistant coach is out sick along with his wife." You said and he nodded. He knew the coaches and knew they wouldn't miss anything unless absolutely necessary.

"So who is going to be coaching you?" He asked as Lucy came up along with Angela and Harper.

"Oh you are." You said just so casually.

"Wait what?" He asked surprised.

"Yea they needed someone and I volunteered you." You said and the three girls snickered.

"What?" He asked turning to them.

"Oh it's nothing really but I can't see you coaching." Lucy said trying not to laugh.

"Well get used to it because you're helping him." You said smirking and her laughing stopped.

"What? Seriously?" She asked and you nodded and now it was his turn to laugh. "You know what? I would love to teach your team with you." Lucy said and you smiled.

"Thank you." You said

"Sweetheart, you know I would love coach too. You just took me by surprise." He said and you nodded.

"I know but none of the other parents know what they're doing but I knew you did. So, I volunteered you." You said now feeling guilty for now talking it over with him but they needed a decision right then and there. "I'm sorry for not talking to you about it. They needed someone right then and there." You said and everyone's heart broke.

"It's ok really. Lucy and I would love to coach you. It's not a problem." Your dad said and Lucy nodded.

"He's right. We would love to do anything for you." Lucy said and you looked at the two of them.

"Really?" You asked and they nodded.

"Although Tim may be a hard ass he would do anything for you, Y/N." Angela said

"She's right. When is next practice?" He asked

"Tomorrow at 8 AM. We don't stop until 3 PM." You said and they nodded.

"Perfect. Now go into Grey's office and wait until the shift is over." Your dad said and you nodded and headed off that way.

"You coaching? I would love to see this." Harper said smirking.

"I love coaching. You'll see it her next game." He said and then walked off. Lucy stayed behind and was about to say something but Tim's voice sounded "Chen!" He yelled.

"Uh yup! I'm coming!" She yelled back and took off after him.

"This is going to be interesting." Angela said

"You know it." Harper said and they walked off together talking about their recent case.

---------------------------------------------------

The next morning bright and early you were at the field with your team and Lucy. Everyone was on the field and they gathered around your dad and Lucy. "So what do you all do first?" Lucy asked.

"We usually stretch and then some of us start with some passing. The rest usually go with batting along and then some pitching and catching." Millie, your friend and main catcher, said your dad and Lucy nodded.

"Alright, we'll start with that. How many goes where usually?" Lucy asked before he could even though he knew the answer.

"Usually we have three groups of three practicing. 3 passing, 3 batting, and 3 pitching and catching." Samantha said and again they nodded.

"Alright get to stretching. We're going to need a third person." Your dad said and everyone scattered.

"Ok." Lucy thought "What about Harper and Angela?" She asked and Tim laughed.

"Yeah, that's a no-go." Tim said

"Nolan?" She asked

"He would be too nice to say no. Give him a call." Tim said and Lucy nodded and headed off to call him as Tim started to instruct on exercises.

6 minutes later Nolan was rolling up to the field with his fiancée Bailey Nune. You loved them both and were so happy to have them here. Tim gave him the run down and practice was started. Tim had tried not to be a hard ass because that's how his father was but he was organized and your team was really good. He wasn't surprised and neither was Lucy, Nolan, or Bailey because they had seen your team play and man were you guys good. You were only 5th graders and already good your goal was to play throughout middle school and high school.

Now that there was an extra person to help real practice began. You, Millie, and Samantha went with Tim to start practicing passing. Three went with Lucy to start batting. The last three went with Bailey and Nolan to start pitching and catching. Once the amount of time your dad thought was needed for each was up the groups switched. Breaks were given in between if needed.

Practice went really well. Some parents showed up and some had to work so they got a ride with a friend. Tim was afraid that he was going to need to be a hard ass but it turned out that was not the case and he knew that deep down but he was still afraid. "Alright girls! Bring it in!" Your dad yelled and everyone came in. "For the last few minutes of practice we're gonna run some plays. I'll be batting and Y/N will be pitching. Then we'll be switching it up and I will be hitting the ball to certain parts of the field." He added and everyone nodded.

"Got it!" Everyone said and you all were heading to your positions. Lucy, Bailey, and Nolan all stood to the side and the drill started. You started to pitch and some of them he could hit and others he couldn't and he was proud of that. After a few minutes of that it was time for him to hit the ball to different positions.

"Outfield!" He yelled and hit the ball and it went to the outfield and Amy got it threw it into Millie and it was a hard and fast throw and Lucy was impressed. "Good work!" Your dad yelled out and you smiled. "Alright infield!" He yelled and hit it directly at you and you got it then you passed it to, Christine, first base and then she passed it to Jennifer, third base, and then she finally passed it to Elizabeth, second base. Then the ball was passed back to you. That drill was practiced a few more times and different ways and then practice was over. Everyone huddled in.

"Great work guys. I'm impressed." Lucy said and everyone smiled.

"Thank you." Everyone said

"Next game is when?" Nolan asked

"Friday. Noon. Here." You replied and he nodded. More information was given and then everyone was breaking for the end of practice. You couldn't wait for the next game. The team you were going up against was at the same level your team was and it made you nervous but you had faith in your team and knew everything was going to be great.

On the ride home your father had stopped at your favorite place to eat and got you lunch/supper and then you both were headed home. "You did great. Everyone did great." He said and you smiled.

"Thank you that means so much to me and us. We work hard and we love the game." You said as he pulled into the driveway.

"That's what makes the game fun. I know it is a way for you to cope from when your mom left and I'm sorry for that." He said as he killed the engine and you shook your head.

"It's not your fault she loved being undercover more than her family. You don't think she'll show up do you?" You asked

"Do you want her to?" He questioned

"Would it be bad if I said not really?" You asked and he shook his head and smiled at you sympathetically.

"No, Sweetheart. Not at all." He said and you nodded "Lets go and eat and then spend the evening together binge watching our favorite show together." He added and you nodded and hugged him.

"Thank you, Dad." You said and he smiled.

"Anytime, Sweetheart." He said and kissed you sweaty head. "On second thought maybe you should take a shower after you eat. You're gross." He said and you slightly hit him.

"Rude." You said and he laughed.

"I was just joking. Seriously though you need to take a shower before after we eat." He said and you chuckled.

"I know." You said and the both of you went inside and ate. You then took a shower and then spent the evening together watching your favorite show together.

---------------------------------------------------

Friday came around and it was game day and you were nervous and felt that something was going to go wrong. You didn't want to bring this up to your dad because he had a lot going on right now and you knew that he would overreact. So you put on a brave face and got ready to go to the field.

When you got to the field some of your teammates were already there. Once you got there the rest of the team arrived along with Lucy, Nolan, and Bailey. Your dad had you guys practice some. Once he thought you all had enough it was time to rest and get ready to play. As you were resting and talking with your teammates you saw Grey, Luna, Angela, Wesley, Harper, James, Celina, and Aaron show up and you smiled and waved when they saw you. Your dad, Lucy, Nolan, and Bailey saw them too and they walked over. Everyone greeted each other and chit chatted and then it was time for the two teams to take the field. First up to pitch was your team.

You pitched and struck most of them out and the ones that got a hit were caught or tagged out. That feeling of something going wrong was pushed to the back of your mind and you were focused on the game. There had been a few close calls but you either ducked in time or caught the ball. You caught the ball in some fancy ways and everyone was impressed.

You had just pitched the ball and the other team hit it. The ball came back at you and you got it backhanded and then threw it. There was a player on first and when you pitched the second pitch they started to run the ball came to you and you caught it high and spun around and threw it to Christine, everyone cheered and you smiled. The third pitch was contacted with the bat and once again came to you and it was low so you dived for it and caught it and while still on the ground you threw it to Christine making sure the batter was out. That was three outs and it was your team's turn to bat. Your dad had been supportive and loving all the plays that were happening. As you headed to the dugout to change out gear and grab your bat. "Damn Tim you got yourself a real star there." Wesley said and that made him smile.

"I sure do." He replied

"I have to admit that you're really good at coaching." Harper said admitting defeat.

"He is amazing. I think he should keep coaching when he can." Lucy said and your dad laughed.

"This is a one time deal. I would rather be on the other side of the fence." He said

"Oh come on. You have to admit this is a little fun." Nolan said as he tended to the team with water bottles and words of encouragement.

"It is really fun." Bailey said

"Yes it is fun but I know that I'll just push it to far one time. I don't feel like ruining that relationship with Y/N/N.

"That's understandable." Grey said and Luna nodded and hugged his side.

"I have a bad feeling that something is going to happen." Celina said

"Everything is going to be fine." Aaron said but she was still apprehensive about it.

"I'm sure they wouldn't put these kids in danger. Right, Tim?" Angela asked

"That's right their priority and safety comes first but accidents do happen." He replied

"They're doing great." James said and your dad smiled.

"That they are." He said and then it was time to get back to the game. The other team may be good but your team was better. Each pitch was hit and runners were on base. Before you knew it the game was 4-0 with your team leading. It was your time to bat and you were nervous but you had to do this for your team. You took a few practice swings and could hear the parents and the others cheering you on. The ball was pitched and you swung, your bat made contact with the ball and it was out of the park giving you a homerun and sending the player on base home. The score was now 6-0 with your team leading.

Finally it was your turn to pitch again and the game was coming to a close. You threw a few warm-up pitches and then it was game on. The first few pitches were good and nothing had happened but that feeling something bad was going to happen came back. You threw the pitch and the other player hit the ball and it was a line drive to you and you tried to catch it but it hit you in the face and took you down. The crowd made a noise of hurt. You were grabbed the ball and threw it to Christine even though you were in pain. Then you were collapsing in pain and was close to blacking out and as your dad arrived with the others and the other coaches you were out cold and not moving. Bailey jumped into action. "Y/N can you hear me?" She asked but got no response.

"Y/N. Sweetheart." Your dad said but again no response.

"Call 911." Lucy said looking up at anyone.

"Already on it." Grey said as he had his phone to his ear. He walked slightly away and in a few seconds came back. "They'll be here in 2 minutes." He said.

"She's breathing and has a strong pulse." Bailey said but you still hadn't woken up and that sacred your dad. There was blood running down your face. "It looked like she got hit in the temple." She said and everyone nodded and agreed. "She was conscious enough to throw the ball so that is good." She said.

"I think she hit her head going down too. It would explain the blood." Angela said. The others had gone out to get direct the paramedics to you and they had just rolled in and onto the field. They assed you and Bailey gave them the run down and then they were loading you onto the gurney and taking you off the field and into the ambulance. The umpires called the game and your team ended up winning. Now it was a trip to the hospital. Tim rode with you while everyone stayed back to wrap things up and then they would be meeting you at the hospital.

---------------------------------------------------

They had taken you back fairly quickly leaving your dad in the waiting room. About 10 minutes later the others were joining him. "Any news?" Harper asked and your dad shook his head.

"No they took her back to run some tests but she hasn't woken up." He said

"Oh man. This sucks." Aaron said and everyone nodded.

"She's going to be ok." Grey said

"I agree. Have you seen who her dad is?" Lucy asked smiling and everyone chuckled.

"Thanks guys." He said

"Anytime." Angela said and just about that time your doctor came out.

"Bradford?" He asked and your dad was standing up and fast.

"That's me. I'm her father." He said and the doctor nodded.

"I'm Dr. Tango. You have one strong little girl. She's awake and just has a concussion. It seems like she passed out because that is how her body was dealing with the stress. I want to keep her overnight and check in on her in the morning. She's awake now and she can sleep but she'll need to be woken up every few hours and asked questions and monitored for any signs of change in how she looks or acts." Dr. Tango said and he nodded.

"Can we see her now?" Your dad asked and Dr. Tango nodded.

"I'll have a nurse lead you to her room." He said and he did just that. When they reached you, you looked so out of it but when you saw your dad you lit up.

"Daddy?" You asked and he smiled with tears in his eyes and he walked over to you.

"Hey, Sweetheart you scared us." He said

"I'm sorry." You said and he shook his head.

"Nothing to be sorry for. It wasn't your fault. Accidents happen." He said

"I knew something bad was going to happen but didn't want to tell you." You said and he smiled and shook his head "What?" You asked.

"Celina had a feeling something was going to happen to." He said and you looked over at her.

"I knew I liked her." You said smiling and everyone chuckled and she came over and hugged you. "Thank you everyone." You added as she pulled away.

"For what?" Bailey asked

"For being there at the game and helping me." You said

"We would've done it even if you weren't playing. You're our everything." Angela said and you smiled.

The rest of the day/night in the hospital was filled with games, food, chit chat, sleep and yes being woken up every few hours and asked the most simplest questions it was annoying but you knew it was necessary. When it was time for everyone to go home it was just you and your dad. You yawned and he smiled. "Go to sleep. I'll wake you up when I need to." He said and you nodded and laid down. As you were drifting off to sleep your mind drifted at the love and support you had and that made you feel good inside and smile.

"Dad?" You asked and he looked up from his phone.

"Yes, Sweetheart?" He asked

"I love you." You said and he smiled and leaned up and kissed you forehead.

"I love you too." He said as you closed your eyes and leaned into him. Yeah you had a pretty good support system and you weren't letting them go any time soon. No matter what the world threw at you.

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In Stitches

Fandom: Marvel (Mob Boss AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky used to be so in love and so… ignorant of the roles you had to play, which lead to you breaking up. But that didn’t seem to keep you away from each other since you now act as Bucky’s nurse whenever he gets hurt. Based off my mini fic here.

Warnings: depictions of violence

Stitched Together | Pull the Thread | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

He'd won. He came out broken, bloody, and bruised, but he won. At just eighteen years old, technically a man, but still a boy at heart, James Buchanan Barnes was thrown into a cage fight to prove to his father that he can be strong enough to take over the family business.

He came out of that fight looking at his father and a shine of love and pride reflected back at him.

This was Bucky's new reality. Life filled with pain, bloodshed, and darkness. He couldn't bring you into it, especially when his dad said Bucky could use you to get info on what your dad and the department knows about the business. No. He can't use you like that.

He couldn't bring himself to break up with you either so he played the part that everyone expected of him. He became cold and callous, which lead to you breaking up with him. He told himself it was for the best and it was to protect you from his new reality. He loved you and always will, even when he grew up to be someone most thought incapable of love.

___________________________

Bucky: can we swing by? two of our guys got shot.

You read over Bucky's text and you sigh. You pause your favorite rom-com movie and kick off the blanket you had draped over you.

As you head to your bathroom for your med kit, you text back:

You: yup. come on by.

Bucky: ETA is 15min

You: [thumbs up]

It'd been four months now of being a nurse for Bucky and his people. You've come to notice the ones who get hurt often, their bodies littered with various scars and stitches all over their bodies. Bucky, more often than not, came with them. It always surprised you because you figured he'd have other stuff to take care of, but, as he's mentioned to you once:

"These people are under my care. I wanna make sure they're taken care of."

Which made your heart swell a little bit and throw you back to how Bucky always felt protective of those he cared about.

You push your furniture towards the edges of the room and set up the cots for your incoming patients. You were tired of cleaning out the bloodstains on your couch cushions.

A knock at your door, you scurry to pull it open. Four guys trudge in. Two, dragging the other two inside.

Bucky comes in last with a shy smile, "Evening."

"Hey," you say with a nod, letting him in and then closing the door behind him.

"You doing okay?"

You nod, "Yeah. Wasn't doing much when you texted me. Just watching a movie."

"Rom com?" he asks you with a teasing smirk.

You roll your eyes at him in response, "Shut up."

"I wasn't saying anything!"

"You're judging me, Barnes! I know how you look when you're judging, so don't even deny it!" you poke his chest and turn on your heel to go attend to your patients.

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Your patients had left your home, not wanting to take advantage of your generosity further despite your protests. That left you alone with Bucky. He was nursing a glass of whiskey and you a glass of wine while another movie played on the tv. He didn't leave with the rest of his guys. His excuse being that he wanted to finish the movie that you played while you worked on his men. A part of you hoped it was because he wanted to spend some alone time with you. Then you mentally scold yourself for hoping for such a thing.

You clear your throat when the movie ends, "So, you like rom-coms now, hm?"

He chuckles, placing his glass on your coffee table, "Just because I watched one rom-com, doesn't mean I like rom-coms."

You scoff, "I'll convert you, Barnes, just wait." You stand and grab his glass, "You want more?"

"Nah. I, uh, I should go."

You nod, "Right," you turn and head to the kitchen, placing the glasses into the sink.

Bucky follows, placing a small stack of bills onto the counter, "Your pay."

"Thanks," you mumble, not turning around to face him.

There's some sort of tension in the air and Bucky doesn't know why. He wants to poke and see what happened, if he'd done something somehow. But he doesn't. Despite you two being in each other's lives again, albeit in a small capacity, he still feels insecure and unsure about where you two stand now. Because he is still head of a crime organization and you're still the daughter of the chief of police that's trying to bring him down. Your lives keep being woven together, but will it result in the same heartbreaking end?

Bucky hopes not. He's older now. His father is gone and he's more in control of his life now. Right?

"Get some rest, sweetheart," he murmurs before exiting your home.

_______________________________

You're called up to the reception desk during your shift. When you head to the first floor, you see your dad waiting for you.

"Everything okay?" you immediately ask with concern.

"Everything's good, Bug. Figured you'd wanna have lunch with me?" he holds up a paper bag, 'Stan's Diner' logo stamped on it.

You break out into a smile, "Let me just let my charge nurse know I'm going on lunch. I'll meet you in the cafeteria."

"Sounds good," your dad gives you a thumbs up and heads in the direction of the cafeteria.

You head back upstairs, letting the charge nurse, Sharon, of you going on lunch. You punch in your ID number to start your lunch and then go back to your dad.

When you reach the cafeteria, you snort. Your dad is already eating without you. You sit across from him, unwrapping the burger he set out for you, "Couldn't wait?"

He shrugs, "I was starving!" He takes another bite of his burger and then takes out the two cups of fries. He flattens the paper bag and pours all of the fries out. The setting is reminiscent of your childhood. Every Friday, after your dad picked you up from school, you two would go to Stan's Diner. You'd always order the same thing, and your dad always combined the fries in the middle for you both to share.

"Been a while since we had lunch together. You sure things are okay?" you ask him with a hint of skepticism.

After your dad washes his food down with a can of Diet Coke (he's trying to cut back on the sugar), he clears his throat, "Well, uh, I did want to mention something to you."

You fidget in your seat, hoping and praying that he didn't find out that you've been helping nurse Bucky and his people for the past few months.

"So some of my patrol guys mentioned they started seeing more of Barnes' guys around your neighborhood."

You look at him with fake surprise, "What? Really? I haven't seen anything or anyone suspicious, but then again, I'm hardly home and when I am, I'm usually asleep."

"So far, they haven't done anything to be concerned about. Just that they've been showing up around your side of town lately. I just wanted to see if you've seen or heard anything, but most importantly to be cautious and careful."

You gulp, "Do-Do you think Bucky would hurt me?"

He sighs, "Bug, I'm honestly not sure what to believe, but that man isn't the same kid you were friends with back then. He's different now, capable of dangerous things. I just want to you to be careful."

"I will be, dad. I still carry my knife and pepper spray you got me."

"Good. I was also thinking of sending more guys to watch your specific area."

You shake your head, " I'm sure there are other places that need your attention."

"Maybe, but maybe I'll just station one guy on your street to keep an eye on things."

"I'll be fine. Trust me-"

"I trust you just fine, Bug. It's Barnes, I don't trust."

He wipes his hands and mouth with his napkin, "I'm gonna use the bathroom real quick." You give him a nod and watch as he heads to the cafeteria's bathrooms.

Once he's out of sight, you immediately pull out your phone and bring up the text chain between you and Bucky.

You: you guys need to be more careful. dad just told me his patrol guys have been seeing your people around my neighborhood more. he's thinking about having a guy stationed on my street.

Bucky: fuck.

Bucky: thanks for telling me.

You: you're welcome. maybe tell everyone to do their best to not get shot or stabbed for the next few weeks.

Bucky: can't really guarantee that considering our line of work.

You: at least try!

Bucky: will do, sweetheart.

You: stay safe.

Bucky: same to you, sweetheart.

You slip your phone back into your pocket when your dad exits the bathroom. You continue to eat your lunch and chat with him, acting as if you just didn't tip off his biggest enemy.

[dreamwritesimagines]

Long HC request of hot Uncle Jamie being added to the list of people allowed to pick up Theo from the mansion and then meeting Logan.

"Have a good weekend, Mr Logan!"

"You too, bub. I'll see you- who the hell are you?"

*he knows exactly who it is*

"Oh hey, James. Here to pick up the little guy, Y/N got held up at work."

"This is my uncle I was telling you about, Mr Logan!"

"The doctor, yeah. Do you have a permit to pick Theo up?"

"Well-"

"That's a no. Theo, let's go."

"I'm registered on his file, his mother wrote down I'm allowed to come get him when he was enrolled."

*cue to Theo nodding emphatically, adorably unaware of the tension brewing. Logan's jaw has been twitching since he saw the man pull up.*

"Mommy says uncle Jamie is the hero that saved me when I was in her belly and we've been family since!"

"A hero?"

"I was an intern. It was a complicated C-section-"

"And you do years long follow up with all your patients or was this one a special case?"

"It was. Though I'm sure I don't have to tell you that, don't I, Mr Logan?"

DSDGJJKL DARLIIING! 😍❤️

Oh I absolutely love this, this is such a great idea! ❤️ And the dialogue is amazing, you're so talented! 😍

First of all, James being a doctor that was there in Theo's birth and then later on making friends with Sunshine?! Aaaaaaa this is canon, this is so canon! 😍

"Do you have a permit to pick Theo up?"

"Well-"

"That's a no." LOLLLL Logan would have zero patience for him 😂

Theo nodding emphatically I can see this scene, this is adorable! 😂

"Mommy says uncle Jamie is the hero that saved me when I was in her belly and we've been family since!" And he would be so excited to tell Logan that and he would be smiling so wide!🥰

"Though I'm sure I don't have to tell you that, don't I, Mr Logan?" SHOTS FIRED 😈😏

Lolll they'd both be glaring at each other while Theo is all smiles, because he looks up to them both so muuuch❤️

Btw when Logan and Sunshine get together, Logan will insist on getting his name on Theo's file as well "to pick him up when necessary" and Sunshine will be like "Logan, you literally live there??" 😂

But Logan and Jamie will HATE each other! 😏 Logan would be glaring at him and Theo will be like,

"Uncle Jamie!"

"Yes buddy?"

"Mr. Logan has knives coming out of his hands whenever he wants!"

"Oh does he now?"

"Yes!"

"No need to be nervous doc."

"I'm not nervous. I'm in the business of fixing people rather than hurting them so maybe you're just not used to the idea, that's all."

"And he's-he's super strong too!"

"Theo bub, do you want to go with Uncle Jamie or do you want to stay a little? I heard your friends are going to play in the yard."

"Wait really!? Uncle Jamie-"

"Are you serious right now?"

"What? He loves to play with his friends, or has he not told you that?"

"I've been around since he was a baby, Mr. Logan. I think I know him better than you do. You've been around for what, couple of months?"

"Uncle Jamie, please?"

"You know what bub? Go ahead and play with your friends, uncle Jamie will wait. Won't you?"

"...Sure. I have all the time in the world buddy. And Theo, when you're done, you and me and your mom will get ice cream, how about that?"

"Yay!"

"I'd invite you too, Mr. Logan, but it's kind of a family thing and as Theo said, we are family."

[anonymityisfunwriter]

Meeting The Parents (Part 2)

Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader Part 1

You stand side by side, watching him carefully. You've known Bucky a long time, you've spent a long time loving him, and yet, you've never seen him like this. Quiet and pensive in a different way than his normal stoicism.

This was the man from the 1940's, the boy from Brooklyn, the son that woke from his time as the Winter Soldier to find his parents and sister buried.

There's been nothing but silence since Bucky first pulled into the cemetery on this warm, sunny day. His jaw is tense, his eyes fixed on the spot where his mother is buried. "Are you alright?"

"I don't come here very often," Bucky speaks softly. He shakes his head with a shaky exhale, "This part doesn't ever get any easier. Knowing my mom is here, my sister, my dad..."

"You don't talk about him much."

"My father..." Bucky sighs. "He was - it was complicated, you know? He was a hard-ass, he had one hell of a temper, but he loved my Ma, he took care of us, and he - he was my dad."

You squeeze his hand, "I understand."

"They would have loved you."

You smile up at him, "Thanks."

"I left the flowers in the car, I'll go grab them," you tell him after a long moment of pensive, thick silence.

Both you and Bucky know it's less about grabbing flowers than it is you giving him a moment alone with his parents. You squeeze his hand one last time before you walk off.

"Hey, Ma." Bucky speaks, but only after he's watched you walk out of earshot. He smiles down at his mother's gravestone. He reaches down into his pocket, pulling out the small ring box to show her. "I, uh, I managed to track down your rings. Sam helped me out. Steve, well, you know Steve. It's been 70 years and he still can't keep a secret. I haven't told him yet, probably won't until after I've popped the question. You'd love her. She's perfect. Let's just hope she says yes."

Only moments later, you return with three bouquets, one for each of headstone. "Thank you for bringing me here, for trusting me with this."

"I think you're one of the only people that I trust with this," he confesses, his voice thick with grief. He wasn't sure that there would ever be a time that he would stop grieving the loss of his family. All he could really do was turn to the family he'd built in this time. "It makes me nervous, you know? With everything, that's - that's why I don't come here very often. I feel terrible, but I know I'd feel worse if people came here, if they-"

He doesn't have to finish his sentence. You know what he means. Bucky Barnes is a man that appreciates his privacy, not by choice, but to protect himself. The public perception of him improved day by day, but you know there's people out there that would come here only to hurt Bucky.

"You've never told me that before."

"Maybe I'm just paranoid."

Though you believed in the good of people, you understood why he didn't. You'd seen firsthand the visceral reactions people had to him. It wasn't fair to him in the slightest.

You squeeze his hand. "I understand. I don't think you're paranoid. You just... want to protect them."

It chokes him up. You're right. He wants to protect them. He wants to protect them the way he couldn't when they were still alive. Though the rational part of him knew it wasn't his fault, he'd always blamed himself for not being there for them.

He clears his throat. "I'm just - I'm gonna go talk to the groundskeeper real quick."

It's his way of telling you that he needs a minute. You nod, giving his hand an extra squeeze before you let go. "Okay."

You watch as he walks away with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Um...Mrs. Barnes?" you hesitantly speak to the headstone. "I know you don't know me, but I sorta feel like I know you. James still talks about you all the time. And I guess, I just - I wanted you to know that your son means the world to me. And I'll spend the rest of my life taking care of him. You raised a good man. You raised my person, and I'll never be able to say thank you enough for that."

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[ddejavvu]

hey!! so I just requested a James (or Sirius) fic where he finds fairy!reader in the forest with a damaged wing and helps her, and I was wondering if you could actually write it with Regulus instead 😅 (again, there’s no need if you don’t want to write it, and I’d be fine with any of the three)

thank you!!

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

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The moment Regulus sees your tiny body plummet to the water, his heart stops. He had not been expecting you to fly over the lake while he was skipping stones, but the splash from one of the particularly heavy ones he'd chosen doused your wings, and you'd fallen instantly.

He rushes in without a second thought, but he's glad you're in shallow waters, because he can't swim.

He scoops your tiny, trembling form off of the surface of the water where you'd been trying to float. Your wings are soaked through, pathetically droopy, and you give a feeble cough as he totes you back to shore.

"I'm sorry," He rushes to apologize, the legs of his trousers wet as he sits back on the grass. He has a hard time finding his wand in the tall grass by the lake, but once he does a drying spell is tumbling from his lips, and you're devoid of all lake water.

You're still weak with your adrenaline crash when you sit up in his palm, looking disoriented and defeated as you stare warily up at him.

"I'm sorry," He repeats, dark eyes oozing with sympathy, "I didn't mean to hit you. Are you okay?"

"I'm dry," You marvel, glancing at his wand, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." He shakes his head, "You're not hurt, are you?"

"I don't think so," You muse, wobbling to your feet as Regulus tries keeping his hand as steady as possible. You lurch sideways at an involuntary tremor, and he juts his thumb out so that you can grab it for stability.

"Sorry," He moves to put you down in the grass, but you cling to his thumb like a lifeline.

"You have pretty hair," You muse, walking up his arm like a tightrope as your wings drop golden dust from their glittering surface, "Can I fix it for you?"

"Uh," Regulus blanches as you flutter beside his head, miniscule fingers combing through his individual strands of hair, "Um, I suppose? What are you going to do?"

"I'll braid it like mine," You offer, turning your head so that Regulus can see a small, fragile braid running up the side of your bun.

"Alright," He nods slowly, then, "What were you doing over the lake?"

"I wanted to say hi to the fish," You explain, fingers already grouping and twisting his hair, "They're my friends."

"That's cool." Regulus keeps his eyes on the waters surface, knowing there's a lot more than fish down there, "Have you ever met the squid?"

"Oh, yes!" You nod cheerily, and Regulus shudders as the way your hands rake through his hair sends a shiver up your spine, "He likes the gifts I give him."

"Gifts?"

"Mostly flowers," You nod, "Speaking of: Can you hand me that daisy there, please?"

Regulus plucks the thin green stem from the grass, holding it up to you cautiously, "Why?"

"It's pretty in your hair," You explain simply, tucking the flower into his braid.

--

The flower doesn't last ten minutes in his hair after you flutter away. In fact, Regulus hunches in the shadows of the castle to undo the strands you've woven together in his hair, shaking it out before anyone sees him. But the daisy he slips between two pages of an old textbook, and when it's charmed to be unbreakable, the dried flower goes in his pocket.

[destinygoldenstar]

🍀And The Winner Is...🍀 - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 2 Episode 13 “Money, Fame, And Shame Part 2”

Last time on Disventure Camp...

Aiden fucking died.

That's it. That's what happened. Trust.

He was killed by me. I gave someone too many slay passes.

So now I have to be an apologist and defend her in court.

IT WAS THE SHOW'S FAULT, OKAY?!

OLIVER WHY THE FUCK DID YOU NOT PUT ANY SAFETY STUFF?! THAT'S YOUR JOB! YOU'RE USUALLY VERY GOOD AT THAT!

OOC.

Aiden died. Riya won but everyone hates her. James is in the back getting some tea with Rosa, because he is NOT winning this thing.

Now let's see how this season ends.

Oh they're replaying Riya taunting him XD

I mean I can see Aiden getting up and pressing on with James' help.

Give Aiden some time to shine.

"Hey Riya, remember when you tried to kill me?"

"Yeah good times."

"NO RIYA, NO GOOD TIMES. I ALMOST DIED."

"Good times. FOR ME."

Yeah I kinda figured. They weren't gonna kill off anyone.

"Aiden listen, what I did was horrible and I understand if you don't want to forgive me..."

You know what? Let him talk.

"But I want you to know that here was a moment when everything became real."

He says as he grabs the suit.

James, if you really are sorry, YOU HELP HIM.

If Aiden is REALLY more important, then SCREW THE GAME.

LET AIDEN SHINE.

"Regardless of whether you want to keep talking to me or not, I want you to know that I'm sorry. I don't want to see you hurt."

Yeah okay.

I mean I DO ADMIT, I am finding what he is saying here very genuine.

"How do I know you're not just saying that to win back your followers?"

Point.

"Because when I lost everything, I understood something very important..."

"You are everything I ever wanted."

Awwwwwww❤️

Okay that actually touched my heart.

"I'm glad he didn't fall."

XD

Okay Rosa kinda ruined it.

"I'm just glad no one's going to jail! Good times!"

Why are you putting on the suit then? It's over. Only one of you can progress.

GIVE AIDEN HIS TIME TO SHINE.

It would be GREAT for James' character wrap up. He sacrifices his own fame for someone he has grown to care about, to prove to that boy that he isn't a fool and isn't a tool for anyone.

"I'm sorry James."

What? Aiden, you have NOTHING to apologize for.

"When I feel like a fool I get kind of irritating, and I felt that way about what happened yesterday."

You were angry, and you had a right to be.

James is the one that should be apologizing.

...which he is, so awesome.

"Then take my hand. Let's jump together."

Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh, you heard the announcement, right? You can't both make it now.

"Only one of us can stay in the game and there's no way I can beat Riya."

Yes you can! Believe in yourself! That's what you've been wanting to do the entire time and never got the chance!

LET AIDEN BE THE HERO!

"But you can!"

NO.

NO.

DON'T DO THIS.

AFTER WHAT JAMES DID?

AIDEN SHOULD BE THE HERO HERE. NOT HIM.

"I got here because of Lake. I don't think I'll do well in the next stage."

DON'T SAY THAT AIDEN. YOU CAN DO THIS.

Oh okay. Cool. You're back together.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

AIDEN WHY

WHY?!??!??!?!

"And just like that, Aiden is out of the competition!"

DAMMIT

I don't like that. XD

AT LEAST IN MY OPINION, I DON'T LIKE THAT.

So Aiden starts off not very confident in himself and his abilities, and spends the entire game getting carried by someone else...

...and then he STAYS THAT WAY to the end? And relies on that someone else to win?

On top of that, James was already famous, and lost it because of his actions! If you REALLY wanted to sell that home and show the full extent of James' character development, have him SACRIFICE the opportunity to get is fame back and allowing Aiden to have the spotlight for himself while James helps Aiden?

I don't... I'm sorry. I don't vibe with it. I would've swapped the roles, personally.

It just kinda feels like we're rewarding James for his behavior instead of letting him take responsibility.

Accountability and responsibility are two different things when it comes to an apology.

So I guess Aiden was just James' love interest and that was his only role in this entire season? Okay. Sure.

He's basically exactly what I thought Jake was gonna be when I started Season 1.

*sigh*

Riya, you're my only hope.

I'm still Team Riya.

"We'll find out after the commercial break!"

*Gets a Wix Ad*

Oh Krystal, how could you?

The episode is kinda buffering a bit. So I'm really worried it's gonna get taken down AS I'M WATCHING IT.

Oh so now everyone's cool with James.

Sure.

Him losing his followers meant nothing.

"You wanted to be clear and talk about our situation, but I always evaded the subject."

Uh... no you didn't.

You said to their face when you wanted to talk about it. You weren't avoiding them.

"Before I came to this camp, I spent my days all alone at home and I never cared for having friends. Until I met you."

...yeah that actually kinda explains a lot.

"I want us to be together. It doesn't matter where or what we're doing. I just want everything to go back to the way it was before."

Polycule?

POLYCULE! YAY!!!

KAROL DOES NOT LOOK HAPPY IN THE BACK XD

"Don't get me wrong, but I feel that losing your followers was the best thing that could have happened to you."

Uh, THANKS?

He's not gonna get a job now with his rep XD

It's not about the follower count. It's about the reputation.

"I never told anyone, but I used to be invisible."

So has everyone when they start online.

"Hey Lake, by the way, are you going back to Germany?"

Oh yeah I forgot she's German.

"I'm going with Rosa to Mexico."

Okay, I support that!

Rosa did say she wanted to adopt Lake.

"This place... it's very dark in here... I can't find the exit..."

OH NO RIYA

COME ON GIRLIE, YOU CAN DO IT

I know you ditched Connor, BUT YOU CAN DO IT!

HONEY NO COME ON

And at the end of the day, she's still a human being.

"Hello? Anyone there? I need help! I'm alone..."

😢

RIYA, HONEY...

You did this to yourself. But I still feel bad for you.

Rosa looks done.

She's gonna say, "Well tough shit! You did that to yourself! BYE!"

And Riya's boned.

WAIT HOW IS SHE ABLE TO HEAR RIYA ANYWAY?! SHE'S CONNECTED TO JAMES. HOLD ON-

"Are you acting again? Or are you really in trouble?"

It's both, actually. When people lose themselves that much, their 'act' IS them.

"Rosa, I'm so sorry, I-"

"Riya, I don't want to hear your excuses. I'm just going to help you out and that's it."

I mean it makes no sense for Rosa to forgive her anyway.

Rosa's too good for this world.

"I'm sorry, you were right."

"You offered me your friendship..."

"...and I betrayed you..."

It's not gonna work. Riya does not deserve forgiveness.

BUT DAMMIT I FEEL FOR HER.

"Rosa, why did you save me? I lied and I hurt you."

That's just who she is.

"What you did to me was horrible. But my daughter will see this and I want to teach her that no matter how much damage has been done to you, helping someone in need is the right thing to do."

Yeah. That's just who she is.

Painting Riya as the bad guy though. That's harsh.

I mean SHE IS. Still harsh.

😂

Idk why that crash made me laugh.

COME ON RIYA!!!! WIN THIS GAME AND LOSE EVERYTHING ELSE!!!

"Aiden and I made up! Your plan didn't work!"

"You don't know that yet!"

"You already lost!"

XD

"YOU LOST-" *Gets smacked with a golfball*

BYE JAMES!

VICTORY IS THE QUEENS!!

YES RIYA!!! COME ON!!!!

NO!!! GET UP!!!! RUN!!!!

YOU'RE RIGHT THERE!!!!

GIRLIE! YOU'RE RIGHT THERE!!!!

...

I mean I should've seen it coming, right?

Riya was a villain character. And god forbid a villain wins.

It's the safe ending...

...though I think the safe ending would've been Aiden. Whatever.

I THOUGHT THEY WERE BUILDING UP SOMETHING.

"You'll win the million but you'll be alone again."

You set up this whole character arc over the course of the season, making her a cautionary tale on success and fame and fortune over companionship.

And then you have the other side of the coin, as this gay couple, where one of them only cared about that success and fame and fortune and develops to care for another person.

And then you show Riya getting ditched by Lake, Rosa, and Connor, and getting no forgiveness from them.

ALL THAT BUILD UP FOR A RIYA WIN, AND A DECENT CAUTIONARY TALE.

ALL FOR NOTHING.

"But she's a villain win, a villain win is an ass ending by default."

Says who? Survivor has had villains win. It depends on the storytelling and what you're going for.

*sigh* I'm disappointed. I wanted a Riya win.

And I don't exactly LIKE James either, so that makes it worse.

I don't like this winner.

Yay... happy ending...

XD

YOU KNOW IT'S BAD WHEN I AGREE WITH YUL.

YOU KNOW IT'S BAD.

"Why do those *BLEEP* always get away with it?!"

HEYO THAT SUBTITLE ISN'T CENSORED.

"You did it!"

"No Aiden, we did it!"

Uh, Aiden did NOTHING this ENTIRE SEASON.

At least they have everything they could ever want!

Each other! How sweet!

...and also a million bucks.

I can imagine Jake is at home watching this season and fucking CRYING.

"Damn, these boys got everything! THEY have a loving relationship! And mine went all wrong!" 😭

Oh Riya...

You still have me.

"It's over... I lost everything... I failed again..."

Yeah...

"I'm sorry for talking to you like that. I was under a lot of pressure... and you didn't deserve that..."

Awww...

Worst part is, she's probably just saying that cause she's lonely, deprived, and desperate.

Desperation for validation that everything she did could be forgiven and forgotten.

And that's not how that works.

"I saw what Rosa did for you. If she could give a hand to someone who hurt her, I can do the same."

Connor, respectfully, I don't think you should.

I think you should let her face her consequences.

"Why would you? Do you know the things I've done? How I have hurt others..."

"I know, but I also understand how you feel. The frustration, the despair, the feeling of being stuck in a hole that only gets deeper. I felt that way awhile ago."

I mean, I get it TO AN EXTENT, especially if you want to do more with Riya in another season.

Because Connor is the only one Riya didn't DIRECTLY do anything bad to. So as much as he says he knows how it feels... he doesn't. Cause he wasn't hurt by her.

Eh... Idk how I feel about that.

I mean at least she has one friend.

How long before she fucks up that friendship too?

I still think her winning would've been better, cause that would've been the nail in the coffin consequence she CAN'T escape, you know?

Cause now that she's lost, she can come to her senses. And then someone forgives her.

It's not as much of a consequence as you think it is.

Why are these guys meditating????

Whatever.

Yul is alone and pissed and everyone hates him and that's what matters.

Awwww. At least Karol's happy.

Take your money and run with it, James.

"I'm going to use some of it to go on a trip with Aiden!"

They did talk about that. Yes.

"And I would like to give a part of the money to Rosa as well, so that she invests in Sophia's future... it is the least I can do."

OH MY GOD YEEEEESSS!!!!!!

Okay NOW I'm happy James won!

ROSA GETTING THE CREDIT SHE DESERVES!!!!

It's crazy how Rosa was the real winner.

Can I gaslight myself into thinking Rosa won this season? Am I allowed to do that?

"NOW LET'S HAVE A PARTY!!!"

"AND YUL IS NOT INVITED!!!"

AND THE SEASON IS OVER!!!!

PLEASE SAVE ODDNATIONS! PLEASE DON'T LET THIS SHOW GO DOWN!!!

And they're showing fanarts. I think they did this last time too.

I've been really delaying a lot of reactions for this season. Whereas I felt like I got more done quicker in Season 1.

And I would say I prefer Season 1. Not just with animation quality, obviously, but also with the storylines and characterizations being better paced and much more polished. You can really tell they got a better grasp at not only their style, but also their writing ability.

This season was... okay.

I'm glad I saw it.

It was certainly NO Total Drama Island.

But I didn't hate it either.

Granted there's some aspects I don't like. HIS NAME WILL NOT BE MENTIONED. But I feel like with writing polish what they introduced could've been stuff I really vibe with.

I may not like James as a winner. I may have preferred Rosa, Aiden, or Riya as winners instead. But I can at least respect the ATTEMPT at what they were going for with him, and that winner pick.

It's not the elimination order that bugs me. It's how the characters are doing with the screen time they're given. THAT'S what matters, not who wins and who loses.

When I say "This character shouldn't have won" I say that not because I would change the elimination order, but because I would change how the idea was handled.

And besides, whatever the case, and whatever criticisms I may have, I respect this season just for introducing Riya alone.

QUEEN. QUEEN. QUEEN.

They were COOKING with this girl. I'm really glad I met this character.

I love her! I hope she suffers!

I mean they have to bring her back, right? They gotta. Her story can't be over.

Maybe Aiden will actually do something! Wouldn't that be wild?

Of course I'm going to react to Season 3. Either Season 3 or the Season 1 BETA. I'll do a poll.

I heard SHIT things about it. But you know what? If it is a trash fire, I want to ENJOY that trash fire. And if I don't, y'all get to watch me suffer.

Or I could love it. Idk what the majority Disventure Camp opinions are. XD

That's it from me with this season! Thank you all for your support, likes, asks, and replies! I've really enjoyed answering these questions and hearing that you enjoy my reactions. Bye!

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! ❤️

okay um wow hi this is SO! KIND! and may i just say i am so heeeere for the self-love on this sunday afternoon. xx

we suffer in silence - a hurt/comfort almost-but-not-quite jily moment under the stars on the quidditch pitch; conversations of lost dreams and subtext of lost love (even though its not lost james you goof! kiss her!)

sidewalk chalk, covered in snow - three moments to show the way lily warmed up to james, remus, and sirius. they're sort of a package deal, or haven't you heard?

basic maths - pathetic james potter doing pathetic james potter things. lots of pining, lots of everyone-taking-the-piss-from-prongs. it's a great time for everyone except for james...until, of course, it turns into a great time for james, too.

courage! - in which i have been called "toxic" for having sirius figure out lily's pregnant before james. honestly, i've only been back in the marauders fandom for a couple of months now but i don't think i'll peak higher than this. anyway it's blackevans being pals and james not knowing how to drive a car.

star light, star bright - and oh hey i posted this one about half an hour ago! jily but make it just the agonising moments where james is using everything except for his words to show how much he still fancies lily. peak idiots.

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I'll find you at the end of the road - Chap 2/8

Chapter summary

The mystery thickens, then becomes clearer... a mysterious correspondence is being born...

On Ao3

Chap 1 - Chap 2 - Chap 3 - Chap 4 - Chap 5 - Chap 6 - Chap 7 - Last chapter

Alone in the teachers' lounge, Crowley tried to pour himself a cup of coffee despite his shaking hands, but had to put the cup down and take several deep breaths to calm himself.

He didn't hear the headmistress enter and jumped at the sound of her voice. 

"Ah, you're here."

Mrs Tracy had grabbed the coffee pot and filled Crowley's cup before handing it to him, "I know about the accident near St James Park. I had to go there because a class from our academy was on the bus. Luckily none of them were hurt. The paramedics, who knew you were a teacher here, told us you fought really hard for that man."

Crowley sighed, "And yet, everything I've done hasn't been enough. No matter how well I know first aid, no matter how regularly I take refresher courses, it hasn't been enough." 

He paused, took a sip of coffee, and continued, "I have to get back to class. There's nothing like work to take your mind off things."

He emptied his cup in one gulp before heading for the door.

"Crowley?"

Crowley stopped and turned to find himself face to face with the headmistress who had followed in his footsteps. Mrs. Tracy placed her hand on his shoulder and said quietly, "Do me a favor. On your day off, get as far away from here as you can. Will you? Go somewhere you feel good...a place that brings you peace."

Throat tightening, Crowley nodded before continuing on his way.

Aziraphale left the lake house and walked to his Beetle parked by the mailbox. Before getting into his car, he placed a letter in the box, raised the flag, and drove to his store.

At the same time, Crowley decided to follow Mrs. Tracy's advice and took his car to Ditchling. The lake had always given him a sense of serenity, so he drove north of the small village.

The day was clear and bright, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves on the trees.

Before reaching the lake, he stopped at the small local grocery store, whose owners he knew well, to buy his lunch and a drink.

He greeted them as he entered the store: "Hello Frank, hello Bill!"

Frank walked over to him and, after giving him a hug, exclaimed, "We haven't seen you in a while. How are things in the city?"

Crowley shrugged and replied in a neutral tone, "Fine. I'm getting used to it."

Bill, who had joined them, hugged him in turn before asking inquisitively, "What are you doing here?"

Crowley swallowed the lump that formed in the back of his throat whenever he thought of the tragedy in St. James Park, then replied quietly, "I just had to get out of the city. I needed some fresh air and I missed the peaceful life here."

Bill nodded vigorously, "I hear you, for nothing in the world would I want to go back to city life."

Suddenly, Frank bent his head to the ground and said quietly, "What's the matter, sweetie?"

Crowley followed his gaze and saw a little boy hiding behind Frank's leg, then exclaimed, "Hey, Joel, how you've grown! How old are you now?"

"Two." Frank replied as the little boy raised his hand and showed two fingers. "Say hello to Crowley, Joel, you like him, don't you?"

"Hi Cwoly!" 

The little boy, all shyness gone, stretched out his arms to Crowley, who took him in his arms and planted a loud kiss on his forehead, making Joel giggle. 

They chatted for a few moments, then Crowley, already in a better mood after spending time with this kind family, left with his sandwich and drink, heading for the lake house, hoping there was no new occupant yet.

Arriving at the lake house, Crowley first checked to make sure no one was there, then got out of the car and walked along the house and down to the edge of the lake, where he found a rock large enough for him to sit on. He sat there for a long time, admiring the lake, whose surface was so smooth he could see the sky reflected in it. After eating his sandwich, he closed his eyes and threw his head back, enjoying the gentle breeze that seemed to sweep away his dark thoughts. Much later, as the sun began to set over the horizon and the temperature cooled, he told himself it was time to go home, but he wasn't in any hurry.

As he was getting into his car, he noticed the flag raised on the mailbox. Wondering if his letter was still in the box, he opened it out of curiosity. Inside was a plain envelope, different from the one he'd put there. He took it, and to his surprise, it was addressed to him.

Crowley sat down in the car parked in front of the house and began to read the letter.

I got your letter. Is this some kind of joke?

Because if it's not, I don't get it.

Crowley frowned at the tone of the letter and continued reading.

I am not the "next tenant" for the simple reason that there was no previous tenant.

The lake house has been unoccupied for over twenty years.

At first I thought maybe you'd come to the wrong place.

But then, how would you know about the paw prints?

Crowley was now completely confused. He thought for a moment, then fumbled in his satchel for a pen and paper and began to write.

Aziraphale parked the Beetle, happy to have finally finished his day's work, and saw that the mailbox flag had been raised. Slightly excited, he opened the box and saw that there was a letter inside, immediately recognizing the handwriting of Crowley, the so-called former tenant. He looked at it as he walked up to the house and saw that it came from the same address Crowley had given him to forward his letter to, 33 Great Marlborough Street, London.

Once inside, Aziraphale jumped as he felt something pass between his legs, nearly knocking him over. It was the rabbit that had left the paw prints. Apparently, it had decided to live here and had figured out how to get in.

Great, now he'd have to figure out what a rabbit would need.

But leaving that aside for now, he opened Crowley's letter and began to read.

The next day, after closing the store, Aziraphale waited beside the Beetle in front of a huge building that exuded opulence and majesty and dominated by the two familiar letters HH, Heavenly Home. Brand of luxury furnishings.

His eyes were fixed on the people coming out of it, and he smiled as soon as he saw the familiar slender figure with the even more familiar brown curl coming out of the main swinging door.

"Muriel!" 

As soon as they saw him, Muriel exclaimed, "Aziraphale! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be busy in your little shop, surrounded by all those old things you love so much."

He didn't take it badly, for his friend and former colleague had said this in an affectionate tone, and Aziraphale replied gently, "I'm never too busy to look up an old friend and offer them a drink, or even dinner."

Muriel replied with a broad smile, "That makes me so happy."

Then Aziraphale sheepishly added, "I had something to do not far from here, and I thought why not combine the pleasant with the useful."

Muriel hugged him and then said softly, "I am so happy to see you. I miss you so much, you know. It's not the same without you here."

Over his shoulder, Aziraphale froze as he saw another familiar figure leave the building.

Their eyes met over Muriel's shoulder and Aziraphale murmured, "The Almighty. 

As the woman walked at a brisk pace, Muriel put a hand on Aziraphale's arm and said in a slightly reproachful tone, "She is your mother, after all."

Aziraphale took a deep breath and said calmly, "Come on, let's go."

A short time later, they were both sitting in a small restaurant, chatting animatedly about the latest news, happy to catch up.

Muriel asked, "So how's life as an antiquarian?"

Aziraphale smiled before answering, "Well, it's been a challenge starting out on my own, it's one thing to do it as a hobby, sometimes it's frustrating depending on the clientele, but basically I..."

Muriel interrupted with a smile, "Say no more, you're having fun. I can see that. You seem to be blossoming."

Aziraphale nodded and replied, "It's true, I'm my own boss too, and on the whole it works out pretty well."

Muriel clinked her wine glass against their friend's and said gently, "I'm so happy for you."

"By the way, I bought a house..."

Muriel's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "So your business is doing really well!"

Aziraphale chuckled.

"I have mortgaged to my underwear, but I don't regret it."

"You never regretted leaving HH?"

Aziraphale shook his head and replied, "As much as I know you love working there, that big, cold, sterile corporation just isn't for me. When Mother set it up after my father died, she promised there would be an antique furniture restoration department for me, but she got lost in the race for power and never kept her promise." He swallowed a sip of wine before continuing, "Does she ever ask about me?" 

Muriel shook their head, "She's too busy getting new contracts and I don't think she likes me very much, I guess she thinks I'm dim. I even thought she was going to fire me today because I didn't make enough sales."

Aziraphale put his hand on theirs and said gently, "Don't worry, you know her tantrums, she'll be her old self tomorrow."

They dropped the subject of his mother and continued to chat happily the rest of the evening, neither of them noticing the passing of time. 

As they left the restaurant, Aziraphale offered to drop Muriel off at their place before heading back to the lake house.

As he started, he said to his friend, "If you don't mind, I'd like to mail a letter before I go, which is what I came for in the first place."

Muriel nodded and five minutes later he parked the Beetle on a street corner and walked around looking for the address on Crowley's letter.

He muttered to himself, "33 Great Marlborough St."

Muriel, who had followed him, asked, "What is it?"

Aziraphale looked around in confusion and replied, "I'm not sure."

His friend insisted, "Who lives there?"

He shook his head and replied, "I don't really know."

Aziraphale triple-checked, but he was in the right place, no doubt about it. The problem was that at this address there was only a recently dug foundation, a sign announcing a new building soon, but no habitable structure.

He checked the address one last time, and then he noticed something strange.

It was dated March 27, 2024.

Crowley walked the school hallways, examining the last letter from Aziraphale he'd found in the box. He read it for the fourth time and still didn't understand it.

There must be some mistake, I tried to deliver the letter personally, to the address you gave me, but there is no property at 33 Great Marlborough St, it's just a pile of rubble.

By the way, the date isn't right either.

Crowley scribbled a note and as soon as the class was over, he went to put the letter in the box.

At the lake house, Aziraphale leaned against the kitchen counter, reading the latest letter he'd received.

I got your last letter.

I don't know if you'll get my answer, but I want to get to the bottom of it.

By the way, for some reason the mail isn't coming to my address in London. I still have to pick it up by car. Anyway, all this is to say that I didn't make a mistake with the address.

I know where I live, thanks!  Okay, it's ugly, but it's not a pile of rubble either. I live on the fourth floor of a rather new building.

And last but not least, I'm not stupid, I live in 2024.

Aziraphale laughed darkly at what seemed to be a silly joke and continued reading.

Just out of curiosity, what year do you think it is?

A few days later, sitting on his sofa with a glass of wine in his hand, Crowley studied the latest note from Aziraphale. 

I'm living in 2022

SO PLEASE STOP BULLSHITTING ME.

Crowley laughed in disbelief and Harry looked at him before jumping up on the sofa and cuddling up to him.

He stroked the rabbit and thought before getting up and walking over to his dresser where he pulled out a shoebox full of photos.

He began to look through the photos. He came across one he'd forgotten, of himself when he was younger with his then-boyfriend, Furfur. They were in each other's arms, laughing, looking very much in love.

He looked at it for a second, then put it away and continued his search.

Finally, he found the photo he was looking for. It showed Crowley and a group of people out at night, wearing t-shirts and jeans as snow fell around them.

He turned it over and on the back was a date printed by the developer, APRIL 3, 2022.

The wind was blowing hard as Aziraphale arrived home to find the flag on the mailbox raised. Inside was a new letter from Crowley, which he grabbed before running up the path to the house as the sky began to darken.

After being greeted by the rabbit that had nearly knocked him down again, he read the letter while preparing his meal.

Since you don't believe me, I'll give you a little warning.

There was a bad flu in the spring of 2022.

I remember because it suddenly snowed at the beginning of April and for a long time.

After that, everyone got sick.

Aziraphale rolled his eyes. Then he looked at the calendar to see that today was April 3rd and continued reading.

So, my mysterious pen pal, if you really are where... or when... you say you are... I hope you're getting plenty of rest, drinking lots of herbal tea, and eating fruit to store vitamins.

Warm milk with honey is also effective. 

And above all, wear warm clothes.

Aziraphale laughed and said aloud in a mocking tone, "Snow, right."

Having had more than enough of this oddity, he crumpled up the letter wanting to throw it away, took a few steps, and suddenly had to stop to sneeze.

There was a bad flu in the spring of 2022.

He froze, thinking about the contents of the letter, and instinctively walked over to the bay window.

There, he couldn't hold back a gasp of surprise. Not at the beauty of the landscape, but because he was shocked.

Outside it was snowing heavily.

He looked at the falling snow for a long time, and only when he felt a chill run through his body did he stop thinking. Feeling the cold coming, he made himself a cup of tea and decided to go to bed, as he was no longer hungry and just wanted to sleep. 

The next morning, bundled up in a heavy waistcoat, he went to the mailbox, which was covered with the snow that had fallen during the night, and after struggling with the flap, he quickly slipped a letter inside and closed the box. He looked at it, almost afraid it would bite him, and then raised the little red flag.

The Lake House - April 4 - 2024

Crowley opened the box, removed the letter from Aziraphale, and lowered the flag.

He unfolded it and saw that it consisted of a single line.

IS THAT POSSIBLE?

Crowley, his hands shaking, picked up a pen and replied before placing the letter back in the box and raising the flag. 

The Lake House - April 4 - 2022

Aziraphale stared at the snow-covered mailbox from the house and was shocked to see the flag lowering by itself, and this began to frighten him a little. He got out and went to the mailbox, but when he got there he was shaken by a sneeze that made him bend over. When he looked up he saw that the flag had come back up. 

"What the hell?!"

Although this really scared him, curiosity got the better of him and he opened the mailbox with a trembling hand to take out what seemed to be the same paper he'd mailed. Slightly disappointed, but also reassured that the flag thing was probably just the wind, he sighed and relaxed.

But as he unfolded the note, his heart leapt into his chest.

IS THAT POSSIBLE?

YES.

April 5, 2024

Crowley returned to his apartment in a daze. Sensing that something was wrong with his owner, Harry didn't run this to him this time and followed him into the living room.

Crowley took him in his arms and set the rabbit next to him on the sofa. Harry rested his head on Crowley's knee as Crowley absentmindedly scratched his head.

After a few moments, the professor picked up a piece of paper and began to write. 

April 5, 2022

Aziraphale lay on his bed, surrounded by used tissues, still unable to believe the words on the letter from Crowley that had just arrived in the box. The rabbit that had truly made his home with him lay at the foot of his bed.

I don't know about you, but I don't even know what questions to ask. 

Can you tell me something that might shed some light?

Aziraphale shook his head, then got up and walked around the house, thinking, trying to find a connection, when he arrived at the front door and saw the rabbit's paw prints outside.

He grabbed a piece of paper near his phone and scribbled quickly.

I think we have the same pet.

Let's do a little test so we don't always have to wait for the other one to answer. Let's meet on April 7th at 10 a.m. in front of the mailbox at the Lake House.

He put the letter in the mailbox, raised the flag, and went home to crawl under his comforter, exhausted from cold and excitement.

April 6, 2024

Crowley rose early to drive to the lake house, hoping his mysterious pen pal had responded. His heart pounding, he saw that the flag was raised. He ran to the box, opened it, and grasped the small piece of paper with trembling fingers.

He replied and put the note back in the mailbox.

Is it a white rabbit?

"See" you tomorrow then ;-)

Thus began, two years apart, an extraordinary exchange of letters, punctuated by the movement of a small flag on a mailbox.

April 7, 2022/2024 - 10:00 a.m.

A: Good morning, and yes, it is a rabbit.

C: Does it rub against your legs when you come in and follow you until it's fed?

A: Yes.

C: I named it Harry.

Aziraphale looked at the rabbit at his feet and said, "Nice to meet you, Harry."

The little rabbit rubbed against him as if it understood.

C: Perhaps we could introduce ourselves properly.

I'm Crowley, you know, and I've just arrived as a professor of astronomy at an institute for special students.

A: My name is Aziraphale. I'm an antiquarian and a collector. I have a little shop called A.Z. Fell & Co. 

I'm still trying to figure it out. If in two years you are living in a building at 33 Great Marlborough St... which doesn't exist yet... where are you, uh, "now", my now, in 2022?

C: I'm studying for my doctorate in astrology at Westminster School.

Crowley stopped writing and looked around before continuing.

C: And now I'm corresponding in an extremely weird way with someone I've never met. Too, too, too weird!!!

A: What's it like in 2024?

C: It's great. Everyone is driving around in flying cars. We all wear metal colored suits and we all have super powers.

Aziraphale smiled at the joke before reading on.

C: Nothing has really changed. No. We have 5G, Twitter has become Xitter since Musk bought it. No, there has been no big change.

I have to go, I have a class this afternoon. I won't be able to be there for another three days, my next day off.

But... one thing worries me. What if by sending these letters, by communicating in this way, we inadvertently change the course of time itself, change the history of mankind forever?

Aziraphale thought for a moment before answering.

A: You're right. Let's not do that.

Aziraphale posted the letter and entered the house, Harry rubbing his feet as usual and beginning to follow him.

The antiquarian exclaimed, "Harry! That's enough!"

He took the rabbit in his arms and placed it next to where it usually ate and ordered it, "You wait here and stop following me."

For three days he repeated the same trick several times until Harry did indeed wait quietly by his bowl. He gave the rabbit a small piece of carrot to congratulate him and said softly, "Good boy."

Then, despite what they seemed to have decided, he wrote a short note and went to put it in the mailbox, raising the flag. 

He only hoped that Crowley would still come and check.

April 10, 2024

Crowley reread the letter as he entered his apartment, understanding absolutely nothing.

Sorry, I took the liberty of altering the future and changed one little thing.

Crowley closed the door and while he expected to be nearly knocked down by Harry, who always ran between his legs, nothing happened.

He walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see teh rabbit bravely waiting for him next to its food bowl.

No need to thank me.

Crowley laughed out loud in a way he hadn't in a long time.

The next day, as he sat in class waiting for the next students to arrive, he was still wondering how he could thank Aziraphale, when Pepper suddenly appeared shyly on the doorstep.

Which was strange, because the bubbly girl was anything but shy, especially around him.

Surprisingly, since Crowley had told the students that he wanted them to ask him questions, to discuss his classes, it wasn't unusual for her to linger at the end of a class to discuss with him a contrary or not so contrary view of the class topics.

Crowley's colleagues had told him that it was the first time since Pepper's arrival at the Academy that anyone had managed to captivate her like that.

"Ahem, Professor... Crowley?" 

"Crowley will suffice as always, Pepper," Crowley replied quietly before inviting her in with a gesture.

She reached over and placed something on his desk as she said, "Um... I wanted to thank you for always taking the time to answer me whenever I come in and whatever my question is, so I prepared this little something for you myself."

Crowley, touched, unwrapped the small package and took out a pretty bookmark in a shade of blue, adorned with stars; he looked at it more closely and gasped, "But it's..."

"You told us about your rabbit, so I put the rabbit constellation on it."

He looked up and said in a soft, emotional voice, "Thank you, Pepper, that's very thoughtful of you."

"You're welcome! See you later." 

She turned and walked away, her usual lively stride.

Crowley looked at the bookmark for a long time; it had been ages since anyone had made such a thoughtful gesture for him, especially for something he'd done.

"Congratulations, Professor."

He looked up at the owner of the voice that had torn him from his thoughts, Anathema.

"What?"

"You are one of the chosen few who have the privilege of being among the people Pepper respects the most. She only gives this kind of personal gift to people she holds in high esteem."

"Oh..."

Anathema leaned against the doorframe and continued, "I came to invite you tonight. We're having a movie night with a small group of colleagues, the ones you know, in the video room. Are you interested?" 

A while back, Crowley would have declined, but tonight, perhaps because of Aziraphale or thanks to him, he decided to accept and replied, "I'll come, thanks for thinking of me. What movie?"

“You've got mail.”

Crowley exclaimed, “One of my favorite film along with Richard Curtis' romcoms!” 

Anathema chuckled softly and continued, "We'll meet there after class, and as soon as everyone's there, we'll get started. Newt will bring food and drinks."

A few hours later, they were discussing the movie over beers and burgers. There was Eric, Anathema, Newt, and even Mrs. Tracy, the principal.

At the end, Anathema laughed about the main characters, "Honestly, it's so stupid, I wouldn't have waited, I would have gone to see her as soon as I knew who she was. Why wait when you know she's your soul mate?"

Crowley squeezed Aziraphale's last letter in his pocket before saying quietly, "I think there's something pure about it. A correspondence with no social barriers, no looks, no pretense... no need to worry about details. There's something exciting about it."

Crowley didn't realize they were all looking at him, surprised to see him show so much passion, and Anathema nudged him, "You got someone in your life, Crowleyyyy?"

"Hm?"

Mrs. Tracy gave him a knowing look and insisted, "It's hard not to notice you writing or reading letters all the time."

Crowley blushed slightly before replying, "It's not that kind of relationship, though it's true I've never met him."

Anathema asked, curious, "Why?" 

"Let's just say it's... complicated."

Seeing that Crowley had no desire to dwell on the subject, the others changed the subject and, discussing the movie, continued to enjoy a pleasant evening.

Later, on his way home, Crowley felt a pleasant warmth. 

For the first time in a long time, he did not feel lonely.

He felt in his pocket the bookmark Pepper had given him and suddenly knew what he could do for Aziraphale.

The next morning, he went to a clothing stores in search of what he had in mind.

Three hours later, at the lake house, he dropped a letter with a small package in the mailbox. He raised the flag and headed back to town.

April 12, 2022

Aziraphale had just gotten up, and as he had every morning since this strange correspondence began, he went to check the mail and was pleasantly surprised to see the little flag up. He returned to the house a little later with a letter and a small package.

He opened the package and took out a beautiful tartan scarf. He wrapped it around his neck, sat down in his chair with a cup of tea and began to read the letter.

Thank you for educating my little Harry. Here's a little gift to show my appreciation.

Put it on and don't take it off for the rest of the month. It will be cold until the end of April.

Aziraphale tightened the scarf around his neck and smiled softly.

Aziraphale, I don't know if what we are doing will change the course of time, but what I am sure of is that it is having a positive impact on my life, so I don't want to stop.

This connection I have with you has allowed me to reach out to others and for the first time in a long time I don't feel alone.

I don't want to stop.

But if you want me to, I'll do it, you just have to let me know.

April 15th, 7:00 a.m., I'll come and get your answer.

Sincerely, Crowley.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here

[practically-an-x-man]

🤎 multiple kisses / kisses all over / kiss after kiss

For Kat and Ahk and/or Lars and Jimmy...

Ooooh thank you!! I think I'll do this one for Jimmy and Lars, I've got a nice little idea...

(set after Heart in Your Hands, when Jimmy's given free-rein)

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"Alright now, handsome, I think it's time for a break," Jimmy said, wandering his way over to Lars' desk and leaning lightly against the back of his chair.

" 'M almost done," the young scientist muttered without so much as a glance up.

"That was what you said an hour ago," Jimmy pointed out, running his fingers through his partner's loose blond curls. Lars just sighed, adjusting his glasses and tugging his chair a little closer to the desk.

"Yeah, well, I'm serious this time. Ten minutes."

The spirit hummed, quiet and noncommittal. They were the last two left in the lab, save for the various other spirits in their containment units. Jimmy spared a glance at the one that had once belonged to him - though now the bookshelves had been replaced with a series of old radios and television sets, managed by a spirit that jumped exclusively through technology. The low hum of radio static and the repetitive zing of the Possessor in the opposite enclosure filled the silence of the room.

"Can't you finish it in the morning, darling?" Jimmy sighed, draping himself over Lars' shoulder. He ducked in, peppering the words with a kiss to his partner's jaw. "Beetle will be wondering where you've gone, you know."

"I'm sure Beetle's asleep." Lars mumbled, "And you're distracting me."

"Hm. That might've been the point," he admitted, and chased it with another kiss. His neck, his cheek, his temple... Lars' fingers stalled out, hovering aimlessly over his desk. He dared to turn his head- right in time to catch Jimmy's next kiss against his lips. Despite all his complaints, that one seemed to linger just an extra moment.

Jimmy swooped in for one more kiss, right on the tip of his nose... then snatched Lars' glasses right off his face and darted away.

"Hey!" the parabiologist yelped, stumbling out of his seat, "Bloody poltergeist! Give those back!"

Jimmy just laughed, weaving between the cluttered desks, always a step out of arm's reach. Lars attempted to give chase, though he only managed a single step before he clocked his hip straight into the corner of his own desk.

"Ow- shit!" he huffed, half-blind and staggering his way around, "C'mon now, ya bastard!"

"Is that your idea of a pet name?" Jimmy teased, still just out of reach. He could have disappeared, of course, but where was the fun in that?

"James-" Lars started, reaching towards the sound of his voice. Jimmy allowed himself to be caught, and Lars' fingers fumbled along his arms and shoulders until he finally located the spectacles in his left hand. Lars fixed them back onto his face, giving the ghost a failing attempt at a stern look.

"That really hurt, y'know," he said, rubbing at his bruised hip, "I mean, you know the rest of us actually hit the objects we run into, right?"

"Oh, poor thing," Jimmy drawled, though he failed to keep his amusement off his face, "C'mon, can we go home?"

"Fine." he said, "Go check the containment units, I'll lock up."

But Jimmy only made it a single step before Lars' fingers caught his wrist. He pulled him in, just a single brisk tug, and stole one more kiss.

He couldn't have asked for a more rewarding afterlife.

[tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016]

Cherish You Yandere! Gaz x Female Reader. Chapter Three.

Authors Notes- Here I am back again with Chapter Three Of Cherish You. As you know by now I like to point out the trigger warnings in the Authors Notes so this chapter will feature violence, stalking, non-con drugging, Rape. and one very delulu Gaz. If none of this is your cuppa tea then this is where we part ways but I'll remember our time fondly.

Now that we got that out of the way here is Chapter Three. I hope you enjoy.

"You okay. lad?" Price asked, staring at Gaz from where he sat beside his Captain.

Gaz glanced at Price, a glass of whiskey sitting untouched in front of him as he chewed on his bottom lip, it had been days since he had broken into James' home and saw how he had treated you, images of the tears shining in your eyes burned into his mind.

"I'm...fine..." Gaz murmured.

However, a look from Price told Gaz that there was no way the old man was buying that as he inched closer to Gaz. "No you're not." Price told him. "What's really going on?"

Gaz heaved a tired sounding breath. "Y/N..."

"Ah, the girl you've been obsessed with. According to Soap." Price piped up.

Gaz nodded, biting down on his bottom lip.

"She's okay?" Price asked, concern shining in the older mans eyes as he moved closer.

Gaz looked to Price, wondering if should really be getting his captain involved, but Gaz was at a loss. He didn't know what he should do, looking at his captain once more, taking a deep breath he told Price everything that has happened since he came home, about you, about James, a small part of him felt silly telling him all this, but when he was done he felt better.

"So," Price asked, leaning back in his seat. "What do you need from me?"

***

Gaz was exhausted, he had talked with Price well into the night about a plan the two of them had cooked up over drinks. A plan to get James out of the way and for Gaz to finally win you over. He would leave getting rid of James to Price, and once he was gone Gaz would work on winning you over. But for now, right at this moment he chooses to watch you as you walk down the street, unaware that he was watching you. Watching as you stopped at various stores and peered in the windows before moving on.

As he watched you he couldn't help but notice the bruises on your wrists no doubt from James. Gaz scowled at the thought of the man who had hurt you, he hoped that Price would hurt him him as much as he hurt you. Pushing himself off the wall he had been leaning against, hood pulled up over his head, hands in his pockets, as he continued to follow you. Chewing on his bottom lip as he thought of a way this would all work out in the end. How he would win you over once you realized that James was no longer in the picture.

He had always dreamed of the two of you finally being together but he could never really think of a way to actually have it come true. Until now, now he was just going to come out and say it, no more being a coward he was going to tell you how he felt. He hoped you'd come to realize that you felt the same. Gaz watched as you peered down at your phone, a confused look on your pretty face. Obviously you were waiting to hear from James.

Gaz growled, eyes narrowing as he recalled the night. Hearing the fear in your voice. "Hey. Y/N! Fancy meeting you out here." Gaz greeted, as he placed a hand on your shoulder, making you jump.

"Oh, Kyle. Hi." You greeted, stuffing your phone back in your pocket as you smiled at him. "What are you doing here?"

Gaz shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, nothing just out for a little stroll. And you?"

"I was supposed to meet with James for dinner but he's not responding to me. He and I had a little fight the other day. Nothing big." You told him.

If Gaz had to guess he would guess that the nothing big thing you were talking about was your argument he had listened in on when he broke into James apartment. It would seem the boyfriend you so adored has trust issues, did you not see that?

Gaz seethed as he recalled that day, how it took all his strength not to barge in there and rip him apart before your very eyes. "Kyle?" you spoke, jerking him from his dark thoughts, realizing that he had zoned out he flushed slightly.

"Sorry, did you say something?" he asked, rubbing the back of his head.

"I was asking what you were up to? James isn't responding and I'm hungry would you like to join me? We haven't really had time to spend together since you came home."

"I'd love to." Gaz said, holding out his arm to you, his poor heart skipping a beat when you rested your head on his shoulder, the two of you walking down the street arm and arm.

***

They had spent hours at the restaurant, eating, laughing, drinking the night away. And not once had Y/N heard from James, then again not once did he see you take out your phone during the entire evening as you talked about your jobs, the stories you were working on, your coworkers. And not one mention of James, that was how it should be. You and him, always.

However, time always seemed to fly when having fun and before long it was time to go, and Gaz noted that you were far too tipsy to walk home alone so he offered to accompany you. You leaning a little too heavily on his arm as the two of you walked away. While in the darkened alley of the restaurant the two of you had walked out of lay the broken and bloody body of James. Blood stained the ground around him, as did many of his teeth, now unfortunately poor James wasn't dead, not for a lack of trying on Price's part as the older man loomed over the body, blood covering his hands, splattered on his face. But Price decided to be merciful...sorta. He doubted the boy on the ground would ever truly recover.

Moving away from the body he leaned against the wall, chest heaving as he pulled out a cigar and lit it before pulling out his phone, moving towards the body again he crouched down and took a picture of the body. Before sending it to Gaz.

Gaz perked up as he heard his phone chime, glancing down at you he saw that you were off in your own little world, before pulling out the phone, and opening the message from Price.

"It's done." It read. Followed by a picture of a bloody and battered James. Gaz smirked as he tucked his phone away. Good. Now there was nothing in his way now. Nothing to keep you from him as he walked up the steps to your apartment.

But now poor Gaz had another problem, confessing his feelings for you. He always had trouble like this but he told himself tonight would be the night as the two of you reached your apartment door, and you turned to him, cheeks flushed, eyes bleary. "Well, goodnight." You said, as you pulled him into a hug, one Gaz returned eagerly.

"Good night, well Y/N wait." He called out, as you opened your door, and moved to step in.

"Something wrong?" You asked.

Gaz chewed on his bottom lip, cheeks flushing once more. "I-I know this is sudden but I've been meaning to tell you something."

You turned to face him once more. "Is everything okay?" you asked.

"Yeah, it's just. Well, for the longest time I've...had feelings for you..." God this was bad, why was this so hard?!

"Feelings?" You weren't going to lie. You had suspected that Gaz might have feelings for you. But in all the years you knew him he never acted on them.

"I...I love you, Y/N." Finally, god that was brutal. Gaz heaved a sigh, glad to have that weight off his chest. Looking up he looked to you, hoping to see that beautiful smile, to hear you say that you felt the same. But...

"I'm sorry, Kyle..." you sighed, dread formed in his chest. No, this wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. "You're a great friend, wonderful even but I just don't feel the same way."

You offered him a sympathetic smile as you placed a hand on his shoulder, offering him another apology you stepped into your apartment and locked the door, leaving Gaz out in the cold.

He loved you. And you...you so callously reject him?! Anger swelled in his chest as hot tears spilled down his cheeks, his fists clenched at his side. You never gave him a chance, why couldn't you just give him a chance?! What did James have that he didn't?! Swiping his hand under his nose he turned away from the door, and stalked down the hallway. He wasn't going to give up, you would be his.

***

Days had passed since you had rejected him and Gaz had finally cooked up a plan to get you. He hated himself for it sure but you weren't really giving him much of a choice now were you? So, here he was at your apartment door once again he had texted you not too long ago saying that he wanted to apologize so here he was. But apologize was far from what he was planning.

Knocking on your door he waited as you opened up the door you smiled at him. But Gaz could tell that it was strained, obviously his love confession was still haunting you.

"How are you?" you asked, as you lead him further into your apartment.

"I'm good, look I wanted to say I'm sorry-"

"No, I'm sorry." You cut him off. "I shouldn't have been so cold when you...yeah..."

Gaz blinked, well now this was different perhaps now that you had time to sober up and had time to think on it maybe you had come to term with your feelings for him? Hopefully?!

"Look, Kyle you're a great guy. A wonderful guy, in fact but all you and I will ever be is friends. Is that okay?"

Gaz was silent, anger swelling in his chest. "No," he growled, glaring at you. "It's not okay, Y/N. How can you say that?!"

You blinked as you turned to look at him, shocked at his outburst.

"K-Kyle?!"

Gaz stomped towards you, stopping when the two of your were mere inches apart. "What does James or any other guy have that I don't?!"

"W-well..." Something was wrong. In all the years you knew Gaz you never seen him like this, It scared you.

"Nothing, That's it. He has nothing. He's nothing! I saw how he treated you in his apartment. How can you stand for that?! The mistrust, the mistreatment, I'd never do that to you, Y/N. So why can you just see it?!"

You took a couple steps back terrified. "I love him-"

"Don't. Don't you dare say that." Gaz snarled. "He didn't love you, he never loved you he saw you as an object. I see you as more. I always have." He moved closer to you, fingers brushing against your cheek, only to have you swat him away.

"Get out." You growled. "Get out of my apartment. And don't you dare come back. You don't get to tell me what I should and shouldn't feel. And you most certainly don't get to tell me who to love. Leave Kyle. I'm done with you." And with that you turned your back on him.

A big mistake as the moment you did Gaz wrapped a arm around your neck, and pressed a cloth to your face. Your eyes widened as you struggled in Gaz's iron grip, but he was bigger and far stronger than you and before long darkness swallowed you up, and then there was nothing.

He didn't want to do this. He didn't want things to end up like this. But you pushed him. Holding you close he whispered an apology to you as he placed a tender kiss on your cheek . You would see it would all work out in the end one way or another...

***

Hours had pass and soon your began to rouse, blinking a few times you found yourself not in your room at home. Instead you found yourself in a unfamiliar room. But that was not the worst of it, for on the walls were pictures, pictures of you. Pictures showing you with your friends laughing and smiling. Others showed you at work on the phone and at your computer. And others were obviously taken from outside your apartment as it showed you in your living room reading a book or watching TV.

What was going on? Grunting you moved to sit up, only to find that you couldn't, looking up you saw that your hands were cuffed to the bedframe. Okay, now you were terrified. Tears welled in your eyes as you struggled to break free of your restraints. What was happening?!

"You're going to fuck up your wrists if you keep that up, love." A familiar voice spoke. Looking towards the door you saw Gaz standing there, a glass of water in his hands.

"You're finally awake, good." He said, moving to stand beside your bed. Placing the water down on the nightstand before looking down at you.

It was then you noticed that you were without clothes. Letting out a startled squeak as you tried to hide your nakedness from Gaz. Who only chuckled at your shyness.

Oh, you don't need to hide from my, my love." He said, fingers trailing down your shoulder, making you shiver. This was wrong, this wasn't your Kyle. This was a stranger that looked like your long time friend.

"Kyle...please, this is wrong." You pleaded.

"No this is right, this is the only way you'll see how much I love you." He said, cupping your chin he forced you to look at him.

"You don't love me, if you did then you wouldn't do this. Please Kyle come to your senses." You pleaded once more.

Gaz scowled at your words. Did you think he was delusional? No, Gaz hadn't been more certain of something in all his life. This was right, you would come to see it eventually. But, perhaps you needed convincing.

Pinning you on your back he crawled over you, pressing his lips to yours, only to have to jerk away from him. Always so stubborn. He chuckled, his hands sliding down your shoulders, down your arms as he peppered kisses down your chest until he reached your small breasts. Glancing up at you he took your right nipple in his mouth, while teasing the other with his fingers.

You whimpered as you tried to buck him off, your voice wavering as you tried to tell him to stop just stop. But Gaz wasn't listening, wouldn't listen. To lost in you to listen, his cock twitching in his boxers as he pulled off your nipple before biting down hard on other the other one, hard enough to leave a mark afterwards. You were his, and he would let anyone who tried to take you away that you were his.

Straightening he pulled off his shirt off, and tossed it to the floor. He moved off you briefly to tug down his boxers, revealing his cock to you. Fear gripped your heart as you looked to him, realizing what was about to happen. He couldn't, could he, you trusted him, he was your friend. Someone who had vowed to never hurt you. And now...how could you be so careless, so blind?

More tears spilled down your cheeks as he positioned himself over you once more. "P-please, Kyle, no..." you sobbed, hoping to get through to him, but he only shushed you as he placed a tender kiss on your trembling lips and tearstained cheeks.

"It's okay." He reassured you as he pushed himself inside you with no preparation for you, making you cry out as his thick cock stretched your ill prepared pussy, not stopping until he was completely sheathed inside of you.

A low groan spilled past his lips as he felt you clench around him, you felt far better than he had ever imagined. He bet you felt even better if you were willing. But Gaz was a patient man. Biting back another groan he began to move, pulling out until the tip was inside you before thrusting back in completely, Gaz buried his face in your neck as he fucked you, whispering sweet words against your soft skin.

As if sugared words would somehow make this better, make getting violated by someone you considered friend okay. Your sightless gaze remained fixed on the ceiling as he fucked you, your mind anywhere but here, where had you gone wrong with Gaz? Was it when he told you he loved you? Or had he always intended on this? You didn't know the answer, but you wished this was but a nightmare, to wake up safe in your bed beside James and to forget all of this.

But it wasn't a dream was it? This was real life. This was your life now. You were brought back to reality when Gaz groaned in your ear, breath hot against your neck, his thrusts becoming sporadic, dread forming in your gut when you knew what was going to happen, and despite yourself you felt yourself close too, Gaz slipped a finger between your bodies, finding you clit and circling it, making your hips buck, and you cry out. You wanted this to end, you wanted this to be over.

Your back arched as you came, your cunt squeezing around Gaz's cock as you came as he continued to pound into you at a bruising pace. "Good girl," he whispered to you. "So good for me." Then with a low growl of his own as sheathed himself in you one more time, teeth sinking into your neck as he painted your insides white. A fresh wave of tears spilled down your cheeks as he rolled his hips a few more times before finally, and somewhat reluctantly pulling out of you. His cum spilling out of you as he did so.

Rolling off of you and onto his side beside you he smiled sweetly down at you, fingers brushing against your cheeks lovingly. "I love you, Y/N. I always have." And with that he kissed you once more, as your eyes slid shut.

This was your life now. With Gaz, and there was nothing you could do about it. You were finally his. And always would be.

***

Authors Notes- Wooo *wipes sweat off of her forehead* this chapter was a doozy. I actually got most of it written in one sitting. Also safe to say that poor Gaz might have snapped wouldn't you say. But never less I hope you enjoyed it. Have a good day and I'll see you soon.

[slayingqueenchal]

"Are you serious, Remus, james's little sister? " | remus Lupin x y/n potter

Y/n is a year younger than James, you're Gryffindor in this fic, I'm sorry for the hufflepuffs, ravenclaws and Slytherins. No smuts. Y/n doesn't know about remus's Lycanthropy, and the marauders being animagus. ATYD inspired. Moody remus. Cheesy love story.

"Merlins beard! What happened to you, rem? " You asked In a soft caring way. He was laying on the hospital wings bed. Scars on his upper body, and it looks so painful. He looks tired, as if he didn't sleep the whole night.

Remus stuttered a few words, before saying "I was just walking but then a dog.. It attacked me"." That's sound painful, I'm sorry, but, you won't be going to any classes right? " You asked

"I will," He said. "No way, no way right, madam pomfrey? " You turned to look madam pomfrey. "Yes I'm afraid he won't go to class," Remus cuts her off "but-", but, you cut him off saying "see madam pomfrey said it, besides its only one day, you can asks if you have any homework or something to someone".

"Right... Alright I'll be staying for the day" Remus sighed, in defeat. "Good, oh no, uhm bye Remus, bye madam pomfrey, uhm I need to get to class, bye! " You said, looking at the very beaten up clock.

"Goodbye, y/n! " Said Remus, with madam pomfrey saying "goodbye dear".

The day went on perfectly, and you sat with James, Sirius, and Peter. They're like your closest friend, and with Sirius staying in your house it makes your friendship stronger. You liked Sirius and Peter. Sirius is humorous, talks alot, Peter is funny too, even though he's a bit quieter than your brother or Sirius. But, the thing is you like them in a, a platonic way. But, your feelings to Remus differs.

Remus was your first ever crush, well, still to this day in fourth year. Your not-so-quite-friend-but-is-a-friend Regulus, sirius's brother seems to notices. In potions class while working together, he asks if you had a thing for Remus, which you denied.

It was before you went to Hogwarts when you knew about Remus. James, Sirius and Peter has been sending a million letters to him, even though you said for them to stop, cause he might be busy.

But, one day you sirius got a letter. His infamous..

'Dere sirius

Pleas dont send me more letters. Can't read them and matron getting anoyed by the owls. See you on the train.

Remus.'

You giggled a bit. "Finally you've got an answer, sirius" You looked up to him. "Don't tell James, or Peter" He said. "Alright, I wont" You said.

"Hey sis! " James hits you softly. "Daydreaming about some men? " James snorts. "He's not old" You accidentally said.

"Ooo, pr-james, seems like your sister have a crush on some guy in Hogwarts! " Sirius smirked to James. "Better not be Snivellus" James said. "No he's a Gryffindor, oh wait.. " You looked down.

"Oh wait, who is it? " James looked more serious now. "No one, really, uhm I'll go, uh, homework" You said. "Y/n, it's Friday night, you can literally do it tomorrow" Peter finally talked.

"Right, uhm, I'll go check on Remus, see if he's not as tired as he was" You excused your self. Well, none of them know you just told who you liked.

"Totally now weird at all, y/n" Sirius smiled sarcastically and you left. Searching for, well, none other that Remus Lupin him self, of course.

You walked to the hospital wing and see Remus already standing, so you went in. "Hey, remus". He flinched. " Oh.. Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" You smiled weakly but remus immediately said "no no! You don't have to be sorry, I'm just sleepy, by the way madam pomfrey let me go back so" He looked down.

"That's great! Are you feeling better, is it hurting? " You asked. "I'm alright, geez y/n can you just stop! For godrics sake just stop being so 'caring' and stuff, cause you don't care! Stop acting like you do! " Remus looked at you dead in the eyes.

"Oh.. I'm sorry, uhm, well I'm going to my dorm now, bye! " You felt rushed and mixed emotions. It was stupid for you to felt sad.

You walked out of the hospital wing. And stupidly felt really sad. You looked back and saw Sirius go to the hospital wing. You couldn't care less.

While you walked to the dorm, Sirius asked Remus. "Where's y/n, she said she was going here to check on you". " Sirius, Sirius, you know how moody I am, right? " Remus said, his eyes as if he saw something traumatic.

"Yeah, you can be moody some times" Sirius nodded. "Well I said a really rude thing, and now she's mad at me which is understandable! But James is going to know, and then he'll be mad, and the he wouldn't want to be friends with me, and then you too, Peter too, and then 50/50 percent chance one of you tell everyone that I have lyca- you know what! And then she hates me for having it, and I'll be heartbroken, cause like I'm in love with her!,plus expelled, then matron wouldnt want to-" Remus rambled but Sirius cuts him off with "Are you serious, Remus, James's little sister?".

"I know, I'll loose feelings slowly, but how! I've been head over heels for the girl since second year, and now she's pissed off! Because of me! " Remus said. "Hell, moony, she likes someone, he's in Gryffindor too, it must be you! " Sirius clapped his hands and smiled.

"Never, if she finds out about what I am, she'll be disgusted" Remus sighed.

Well, you in the other hand, was with James and Peter in the boys common room. "God Jamie he hates me" You layed on James bed and face first to his pillow. "No he doesn't, he's just.. Moody at times" James said.

"Pete you agree with me right, he hates me! " But Peter said silent. "Instead of thinking heavily.. About remus, what about you do that homework of yours and clear your mind a bit" James suggested.

"I'm not serious about the homework thing! I have no homework! " You looked at James and sat up. When James was going to speak, the door opened with Sirius and Remus. "Hey?" Sirius waved.

"Shit! I have homework! Bye! " You jumped out of the bed and left. "Didn't you say that you don't have-" You cut James off "yes I do, uh, yeah bye! " You got out of their dorm and went to your own.

"Oh god.. Remus" Sirius sighed. "She hates me! " Remus whispered-yell.

"Are you to having a telepathy session right now cause she went here rambling about how 'you hate her' and she was like, manic" James said, raising his eyebrows.

"James... Take a deep breath... I like your sister" Remus said quietly. "Knew it" James said. But he surprisingly smiled. "You know what it means, padfoot, 15 galleons" Smirked James.

"Oh for merlins sake you bet on me? " Remus turned to Sirius, and he met an annoyed-sorry eyes.

"Later, prongs, what about Remus? " Sirius said. "I mean I, as her lovely brother, Is fine with you liking her, cause you never cross the line, but, well you need to apologize" Said James, it was one of James's first time ever being rational.

"I'll ask my dear lily, come come" He said. So, remus followed James. "Lils my dear, can you please call my sister here, we don't want to get Remus hurt by sliding of the stairs, and him feeling like he wants to disappear, and it'll be severe for me, Sirius and Peter! "

"Oh my gosh James you don't need to make every thing rhyme, for remus's sake yes I'll call her" She sighed, standing up and walking away from her friends.

"Y/n? " You heard a knock, you knew it was lily from her voice. You opened it "yes? ".

"Can you follow me, for a second " She smiled, and you followed anyways, if you don't James would be mad at you for not following your 'future sister in law'.

"Oh. Remus..! " You tried to be energetic, when meeting him. Lily and James suddenly disappeared.

"Hey, y/n it's almost curfew but I don't care, uhm, I'm sorry, I was rude" He said. "It's fine, rem, I was being too sensitive, I mean, it's fine for everyone to be moody" You 'smiled'.

"Y/n," He asks. "Yeah? ".

"Can we go to my common room, I want to tell you something" Remus said. You feared that he knew you had a thing for him, and that, he doesn't like you back. Or he doesn't want to be friends with you anymore.

When Remus opened the door three boys were waiting. "Hey boys.. Uhm, can you guys in the most respectful way get out, just for five minutes" Remus said.

But surprisingly to you, they didn't say anything and got out. "So, what do you want to tell me? " You asked.

"I like you, y/n, since second year, James knows, and if you don't like me back it's fine anyways" He looks down. "Rem, rem, I don't like you I'm bloody in love with you! " You saw the relief in his face.

"But before I ask you if you want to be my girlfriend.. Uhm I need you to know something" Remus said, finally looking into your eyes. "Yeah, what is it? " You asked.

"I have lycanthropy. I'm a werewolf, I'm a monster, I just don't want to hide it to you anymore, but if you're still somehow interested in me... Y/n, would you like to be my girlfriend? " Remus looked down, again.

"I don't care if you have lycanthropy, hell, that explains everything, and also.. " You.. You put your lips onto his.

"I'm guessing that's a yes? " Remus giggled, cheeks going red. "Solid yes" You smiled

[stoportotouch]

🎥🤩🌠🤷‍♀️🍎?

I’m also tempted to send 👶 although I feel like I can predict what your answer would be…

🎥 - pick a fic and I'll tell you the song I imagine playing during its movie trailer

making the truly arbitrary choice of my New One bright, bright beneath the gate and making the somewhat pedestrian choice of albion london lights from the sunless skies soundtrack. this is partly because it is slightly less obvious than just straight-up using the transformation music from parsifal, perfect for when you are going to a place where time becomes space (i do not know what wagner meant by this.), even though that is the direction that that one is sailing in. also. however. both of the sunless games (and fallen london more generally) do have such wonderfully evocative soundtracks. which are also very easily transferrable onto stuff happening to characters in amc's the terror (season one).

🔮- what's your favorite plot twist you've ever written?

can i call hodge being pregnant a plot twist when i had accidentally lead up to it for the last few chapters? probably, i guess. (sidenote: this plot point was surprising to nobody more than me, in that i did not intend for it to happen originally. tbh i was kind of torn betwteen hodgson and little for who to hit with the Transgenderification Beam!)

🤷‍♀️ - what's a fic you didn't expect to be popular, but really took off?

honestly i never expected Any of the stuff that i have been writing for the terror to get any attention. partly because i arrived to the terror after having been in a particularly bad fandom scene (and that isn't even the other particularly bad fandom scene i was in that imploded dramatically in 2023!) but also. like. it is strange to start writing stuff in a new fandom! i didn't think that it hurts to pray to god would go anywhere, however, in part because i started writing it thinking "this isn't very good, is it? oh well." and look at where we are now.

🍎 - what's something you learned while researching for a fic?

other than the existence and life of lydia maria child (which i have discussed vaguely) and the stuff about victorian childrearing, i have a large collection of unexplored google searches about the musicology and historical context of wagner's parsifal sitting on my firefox at the moment. i actually also ended up recycling some research that i did for an essay during my master's for this, in spite of the fact that it will appear Never in the thing that i am writing. but hey, it informs the writing.

bonus:

👶 - fankids: How you do you feel about them? would your otp have kids?

very much did not used to be my thing and in fairness it is not my thing now outside of one (1) VERY specific application. part of that is possibly symptomatic of the sorts of characters and interactions that i am usually drawn to, and the fact that their dynamics are not ones in which a child would do well. (and in the example there nobody is left alive to have a child.) also. frankly. james and kate were originally basically just character devices/plot devices before i realised "actually this could be very fun in its own right to contemplate." as i said when i was originally throwing the idea of them around (and before i had the more recent idea for rebecca to exist), early/mid 19th century family structure looks weird to us in the 21st century as it is. add in hodgson being from a very rich family and it is probably completely alien. (and then you find that you are very interested in the woman who wrote the childrearing manual that you read to give yourself an idea of what sorts of ideas they might be taking on board and...) as i said recently. kate has also somewhat escaped into bright, bright beneath the gate. this is admittedly mostly just for me and nobody else since she is the character that i have been playing sunless sea as. but no less if any of the three of the lieutenants' kids as they exist in my brain was to time travel in that wise it would probably be her.