#all of scotland makes a dad joke

[thealphapxnguin]

TF141 with their Pregnant Partners

I’d say it’s pretty obvious already, but Price would treat you like a fucking queen the minute he found out. Undressing? He’ll do it for you — warm, calloused hands ravishing your body in the process. Making breakfast? Sit down, he already bought bacon and eggs last night, and found a new recipe online he wanted to try out for you. Walking? No, he’ll carry you. What else were you expecting? You’re pregnant, and carrying his very own child, you need to be pampered.

Ghost would show you a yandere-type of affection. He won’t talk about it much, but you’ll notice that ever since you broke the news he was definitely more physical. A hand on your stomach to keep you against him at all times, a sudden desire to rest his head on your chest, and then silent acts of service. Buying you new pregnancy clothes, always stocking the fridge with your cravings, and just doing everything he can possible do without having to vocalise anything. Because that’s just how he is.

Soap will address the baby in literally anything he does. ‘How’s my little one doing, hmm?’, ‘Not giving mum too much trouble, yeah?’, and ‘Just you want until you can speak, I’m teachin’ you everything about Scotland there is to know’ are all phrases that are fondly told to your stomach constantly. He’ll also show you off to the rest of the force constantly because of how insanely proud he is of you. One time, though, he was messing around with you and accidentally made you cry, so his jokes and pranks are put on hold for the time being until you feel better and your hormones have calmed down because he felt so bad.

Gaz doesn’t really know how to properly take care of you, but tries his hardest anyway. He absolutely has one of those chef’s hats/aprons saying ‘World’s Best Dad’, and the most eager out of all of them to be a dad. He goes in the complete opposite direction from Price and actually listens to your request to not be treated like glass, but of course he instinctually becomes a bit more protective, and will get nervous if you ever do something strenuous — ‘Just be careful, yeah? Real careful…’

[randooffthestreet]

Burn

1k words, implied character death

If Soap had to describe his experience growing up in a small town in Scotland in one word, he would call it suffocating. All of his teenage years were spent fantasizing leaving and seeing the world, and becoming comfortable in his own skin. He knew that he would never be happy there, where everybody knew everybody else’s names and family drama.

Meeting the military recruiter was like being handed a key, a way out. Consequences be damned, it was better to die in the field than in that town, his life never amounting to anything.

He had broken his parents’ hearts when he told them he’d been approved to join. With some forged documents, he was able to join a year before he was supposed to. While joining the military is still probably one of his best ideas to the date, it wasn’t…quite as freeing as he had hoped.

Many of the jokes were the same from the other recruits who had been force fed toxic masculinity, poking fun at the women and people who were different from them much in the same way as the people in his little town had.

Soap could mask it well enough, he had practice.

When he left his old team, he couldn’t help but be relieved. Sure, he’d gotten along with some of them, but they weren’t his friends, and honestly, they were jerks. They’d make fun of his restlessness and accent, and anything they could really. They’d given him his callsign. Soap. He made up some bullshit story about how he could clean out rooms to tell his new teammates, but unfortunately, it was from a…combination of things he tried to not dwell on.

His new team, the 141, seemed to take his words at face value. They seemed nice enough, and hadn’t made fun of him yet. Honestly, he thought he would have tougher skin by now, but he felt like a child waiting for the other shoe to drop.

A few months into his new team, he slowly started to relax. Sure, his lieutenant had told him “English, MacTavish” a few times, but it was pretty clear he didn’t mean anything by it. It didn’t have the same bite to it as it used to. He would even consider them his friends.

Las Almas solidified his comfort in his team, even if it was possibly the worst experience in his military career. Graves had betrayed them, and Los Vaqueros. When he had gotten away from the gunfire, he was fully expecting to have to brave the streets alone, especially when he didn’t get a response from Ghost. Luckily, Ghost was always a contrary bastard.

He felt bone deep relief when he heard his voice over the coms, sounding concerned of all things. He called him Johnny. Nobody had done that in a very long time. “Solid.” He said gruffly. Despite everything, Soap couldn’t be less alone. He learned a few things that night.

One, Ghost of all people loved dad jokes. Two, Soap hated Americans. And three, Soap hadn’t shoved his feelings deep down enough at all.

Afterwards, learning that Ghost could’ve left him at any time, that Gaz and Price were planning on backing them up as soon as they heard, and that Alejandro and Rudy trusted them made Soap feel like himself for the first time in his life.

Leaving Mexico may have been the hardest thing he’d had to do in his entire life.

As the months passed by, he felt even more suffocated. It seemed that once he was able to be himself for a fleeting moment, it was so much harder and that much more devastating to shove himself back in a pristine and military friendly box.

His friendship with Ghost was so different. Hard earned through blood, sweat, and tears. They were a pair, never just Ghost and just Soap, but Soap and Ghost.

He picked up pretty quickly that the Lieutenant didn't talk about his personal life at all, much less his love life, but the banter, the flirting, the lingering gazes and touches that burned like fire on his skin and warmed his insides into goo was driving him crazy.

Sometimes, Ghost was lingering warmth on bedsheets, the scent you turned to and buried your face in the pillows to inhale to think of a lover for a few moments longer.

Others, he was the firm press of a body against his back in early morning hours, undeniable and yet comforting all the same.

He was almost positive his feelings were returned.

…Almost.

And wasn't that almost holding him back from the greatest possible fucking thing to ever happen to him?

He wanted to tell Ghost, God, he wanted to so badly. His chest ached as he lay awake at night, thinking of what might be, of what future they could have together.

But sweet thoughts are poisoned and twisted into the hatred and prejudice he remembered, the casual jokes and pretend flirting that people of the same gender would do. What if it was a joke? What if Ghost just thought it was funny, that Soap was just joking too?

He thinks that might break him for good this time.

Still, it’s easy to fall into the banter, to fill his days with lingering touches. He was happier than he’d ever been.

…

He felt Ghost’s hands cradle his head, and he felt himself smile, leaning into the burning touch. It hurt more than usual, but he was content to shut his eyes and let the simmering flames stoke into a roar and lick at his skin, charring away his meat to his bones, to his heart that was always meant for this fire.

He knew that he’d always be safe in the all-consuming inferno that was the man he loved.

He exhaled, feeling black creep in and fuzz his thoughts. The last thing he knew was the hot hands on his face, warming his aching soul.

He’d been cold all his life, but this liquid warmth was all he’d ever needed.

[rainbowpopeworld]

David Tennant on returning as BAFTAs host:

(full article below)

by David Tennant

“I like presenting, without the pressure of it being my job. It’s a performance, like anything. I get to dabble in a very supported environment. When you see someone who really knows how to do it – Dermot O’Leary or Davina McCall, say – they absolutely know what those moments require. It’s a skill set that I can only aspire to. I can probably afford to do it one more time and then just get out, drop the mic and run.

Don’t look at me if anything goes wrong. For an event like this, there is such an extraordinary team of people who know exactly what they’re doing and how the whole thing works. I am very much a novice, because it’s not my world, so there’s not much expectation on me to figure out what happens next if something goes wrong. There’s a support network and structure that makes one feel very safe. One of the great advantages of hosting is that it’s all written down for me, so I don’t even have to learn the words. That is the bit about my day job that is most anxiety inducing, so it’s nice to have that removed.

continued below the cut

The BAFTAs are supposed to be kind. Last year we weren’t trying to roast people, but there was a joke about Cate Blanchett, and she looked a little bit annoyed, a little bit pissed off. And I remember going, “Oh God, no. I think you’re brilliant. I was just trying to be witty and make a point about how you’ve got lots of prizes, and we love you.” So, I think if I’ve learned anything, it’s probably that I’m not interested in picking fights or making anyone feel in any way uncomfortable. If I have a style, it’s only that.

I get star-struck, all the time. The bit that you can’t prepare for with hosting an awards show is when you’re actually up there, and the front five rows are the most famous people in the world, and they’re all sort of staring up at you with expectation and their own personal anxieties if they’re there to compete. That’s the bit that is a little bit thrilling… but also intimidating.

I don’t feel, internally, “famous”. I have an awareness of a lack of anonymity. Any sense of success is all shrouded in Scottish Presbyterianism. So none of it ever feels like you can fully enjoy it, or feel entirely relaxed, because that would be presumptuous. As a nation, we are always much more comfortable slagging ourselves off.

My parents were never against me being an actor. There’s an element of performance in being a minister in the pulpit so my dad [Tennant’s father was a Church of Scotland minister] definitely understood the impulse. But they just wanted, as parents do, to know that you were settled with a regular wage, and you could feed yourself, pay your rent, maybe have a house one day. I get that now completely as all my children seem to drift towards acting. I’m like, “I can’t tell you not to, but there are also other jobs!”

Being without my parents now is miserable. My mum never got to meet any of my kids, and that’s a bit heartbreaking, because she would have loved them. My dad got to meet all but one, and that – obviously – was wonderful, but their memories of him are fading…

My parenting style is different. Because my parents were very consistent and very solid, I never doubted for a second that they were absolutely committed to us without that ever being stated. That’s the bit that’s quite interesting, because in our house now, everyone’s saying "I love you" all the time. It’s lovely, and I love it, but it’s very foreign to me. I don’t remember that ever being said in our house growing up. I mean, I never doubted it was true but it was never said out loud.

I’m very protective of my children. When you know that it can be really horrible being “famous”, I think you try and protect your kids from the worst of it, while enjoying some of the privileges. As a parent, you try to have the best of both worlds, and inevitably you fail. But that, I suppose, is the aspiration, and that allows you to alleviate the guilt over the s**t [asterisks in original] stuff that visits.

My favourite role is… usually the one I’m most recently involved in. I’m fickle like that. So right now, it’s probably Macbeth [with Cush Jumbo]. It’s on at the Harold Pinter Theatre and it’s very alive to me at the moment. [which means now it’s Crowley😈]

I don’t know that acting roles change you. Obviously, while you’re working on a part, you can get quite involved in a lot of detail about a sort of person that you wouldn’t necessarily choose to spend time with, but that’s the job. You’re trying to understand the version of humanity that spat forth that particular psychology. It’s a puzzle.

It’s very hard to empathise with someone like Dennis Nilsen. Objectively, I don’t think I did [Tennant played the serial killer in the the 2020 drama Des]. But, subjectively, I could make sense of the decisions he made. You have to try and get inside that mindset. When Nilsen did something like murder, he thinks, "Well, I’m in this deep, I might as well keep going, because I can’t actually go back any more".

So I’m trying to unlock that – not to validate it, or be sympathetic towards it. But for the purposes of this piece of work, I have to inhabit that as truthfully as I can.

You don’t film something because you want a prize at the end of it. But then, if you’re suddenly put in the running for an award, then you find yourself wanting to win it and feeling like a big, massive loser if you don’t.

An award might represent a pinnacle in someone’s career, but ultimately, they don’t matter. It’s all a fabricated nonsense, and either you do work that you are proud of, or you don’t. From an industry point of view, they’re about generating attention to projects so that more people watch them, which is why you make anything – so that it connects with people, and they appreciate it. And then people who win get to make more things. They mean things professionally to people, but I don’t suppose they change their life. Still, they’re a lovely thing to receive – and it’s nicer to win one than to not…”

[newtonsheffield]

I can’t get the image out of my head of Blushing all the way Home Kate sat next to her Grandfather at Anthony’s Harlequins games. Kate wearing a Harlequins scarf in support of Anthony and Poppy Sharma with his arms crossed wearing a Leicester Tigers Jersey and Scarf.

“He’s very talented, your Anthony.” Poppy Sharma huffed as Anthony tackled a Bristol Bears player by himself, the impact nearly audible from their seats. “I’ll give him that.”

Kate chuckled, “Wow, that sounded painful for you, Poppy.”

Her grandfather looked affronted. “I like Anthony. You know I like him. He’s a good man, he’s good for you.”

Kate nodded, clapping for Anthony as the play reset. “He could get you a Harlequins Scarf, you know. It would mean a lot to him.”

“It’s the most painful thing in my life, Katie. Your Anthony playing for this team. I’ve been a Leicester supporter for 56 years, I’m not stopping for him.”

She knew there’d be pictures of them everywhere tomorrow. It had become something of a joke online. Poppy steadfastly wearing his Leicester supporter’s gear, standing to cheer for Anthony’s brother in law when he took Down Anthony himself 2 metres before the try line. Anthony himself played into it, Posting photos of the two of them together after the matches

I’ll win him over one of these days.

“You could convince him to transfer to Leicester you know. Basset could make for him in the locker-room I’m sure. I could cheer for him then.”

“Poppy,” Kate rolled her eyes. “This was Anthony’s Dad’s team. His career started here and it’s going to end here as well.”

Poppy gave nod of begrudging respect. “Well, he’s loyal. I respect that I suppose.”

“He’s got you a Ticket to the England Scotland game next month.”

Kate saw the shift in him, his eyes widening, “Has he?!”

“Of course.”

“In the box, or the side line?” Poppy gasped.

“He knows you prefer sideline.”

Poppy gasped excitedly, “I’ll pay him for them.”

“Don’t be silly, they’re a gift. You’re with the rest of the family.”

“Well, I look forward to it.”

Sure enough, Poppy settled next to Kate a month later, his coat bundled tightly around him just as it had been the entire journey there.

“Why do you still have your coat on?” Kate narrowed her eyes at her Grandfather, suddenly suspicious.

“It’s chilly.”

“You never wear your coat, you unbutton it so everyone can see who you’re supporting.”

Poppy shrugged, an innocent look on his face “Ah well.”

“If you are wearing a Scotland Jersey under there just to spite him I am not bringing you anymore.”

She only grew more suspicious when he started to fidget in his seat as the crowd started to thrum with energy as the teams stood in the tunnel. And panic rose in her chest as Anthony started leading The English team onto the pitch and Poppy stood in his seat.

“Anthony!”

“Poppy what are you doing?!”

“Anthony!” Poppy hollered again and it caught his attention this time, Anthony turning in his direction. And finally Poppy took off his coat to reveal an England Jersey, Anthony’s number emblazoned on it, his name stretched across the back.

Anthony’s face lit up, grinning as he pointed, applauding with the crowd laughing around them.

“Well then.” Poppy huffed settling into his seat and taking the red scarf from the pocket of his coat. “I’m looking forward to being able to enjoy your Anthony being an absolute bloody unit tonight.” He cleared his throat, “Get em Anthony!”

Kate rolled her eyes, kissing her grandfather’s cheek. “He’s going to be so excited.”

And sure enough there’s a series of images on Anthony’s instagram the next day. Poppy standing proudly in the stands, a photo of himself grinning as he pointed and one of the two of them on the pitch at the end.

We’ve got Poppy Sharma boys!

[mactavishsgfandwife]

Tea Time with Price (HC)

pure silly fluffy nonsense (not proofread)

price DEFINITELY has a mug (secretly his favourite) that says "no. 1 dad". whether he has kids or not, it was actually a joke christmas gift from one of the boys (probably soap, let’s be real) to thank him for being their captain.

(p.s. i was in scotland a couple years ago and found a shop full of slightly ugly scottish tourist mugs - no way johnny doesn’t have one or two of those, with a scenic image of tobermory or a big scottish flag)

let’s face it, we all know price is like a second father to all of tf141, and deep down he takes such pride in that; so when soap gave him that stupid mug, he laughed but really found it pretty heartwarming.

and he’ll never admit it to you, you’ll tease him playfully about it and he’ll laugh and insist that it’s just a gag gift, then suggest you make him a dad. with a stupid little grin on his face, and a raised eyebrow. every time.

also, price is a nice, classic one sugar kind of guy. he doesn’t have his tea milky, just right. whereas, simon wouldn’t take sugar, and would definitely feel a little superior about it, like it makes him more of a tough guy.

photo nabbed from @collinnmckinley x

btw, my last post was my first ever fanfic and it got 200 likes which is crazyyyy to me 🤭 tysm everyone who reposted love you lots

[emeritusemeritus]

Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight. Pt 11.

[Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley]

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Title: Just wanna bewitch you in the moonlight.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Timeline: Predominately set between GOF and OOTP (some canon has been altered to fit the story)

Summary: Both twins like Gryffindor!reader. Reader likes both twins. How will she decide who to chose in the end? Amortentia might be able to help, or not.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, p in v sex, established relationships, threesomes, friends to lovers, all the good stuff. NO Twincest. Mentions of illness, Brief mentions of vomiting. Tiny bit of angst, possessiveness, talk of kids. Mentions of dominant behaviour. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Love potions? But none are actually used. Threesomes, MMF Threesome, again No Twincest. Not beta-read nor spell checked, we die like Sirius ❤️

This chapter took on a life of it’s own and I’m not remotely sorry. I need a very cold shower now. 🌹

You walked out of the coffee shop feeling revitalised and refreshed from seeing your muggle best friend and her dad. You felt like you'd been recharged back in the muggle world and were excited to go back to the wizarding world once again. The small ounce of guilt at still not being able to chose between the twins was still present inside of you, the angst sitting at the base of your stomach never quite extinguishing itself, but for now it was manageable.

You'd been gone quite a while and you knew the twins would be waiting for you somewhere so you scurried out of the cafe and threw your arms around your friend as you both babbled about missing each other and seeing each other soon.

Adam pulled you into a hug as you said goodbye and as you pulled away, you noticed two figures off in the distance, a familiar shade of red flashing in your mind.

You grabbed Val by the hand as you pulled away from Adam and subtly nodded towards where the twins were stood trying to be subtle about watching and waiting for you. She lets out a small gasp and pulls you in for a hug again, whispering in your ear, "that's them?! They're so tall! No wonder you can't chose!"

You laugh and say goodbye again, telling her that you'd write, reminding her once again that your 'boarding school' is Scotland doesn't allow telephones.

You make your way over to the twins who have wide smiles on their faces as you approach.

"Enjoy seeing your friend princess?" Fred asks, as George suspiciously bumps your hand against his, as if he intended to hold it.

"It was great thank you, I'm sorry if I'm late," you apologise, walking instep with them as you head back towards Diagon alley. You reach to take your bag from George's shoulder but he doesn't let you carry it, responding to your protests with an overly innocent smile. You notice they've bought a couple of bits from the joke shop, namely the no heat fireworks.

Upon returning to Diagon alley, you nipped into sugarplum's sweet shop to get a box of chocolates for Molly and Arthur as a little thank you gift for taking you in this week, managing to get a selection box full of Molly's favourites. You only hoped they didn't melt in the heat on the way home.

You found Harry, Ginny and Ron a little while later outside of Wiseacre's and had all set out to meet Molly and Arthur, ready to return home. As you were walking down the street, Fred mumbled something to George and they walked off ahead looking at a boarded up shop at the top of the street, one that you'd never really noticed before, next to the quidditch supply shop and a few shops up from Ollivanders.

Just as you walked around the corner towards the leaky cauldron a few fat drops of rain hit you unexpectedly. Within mere seconds, a loud crack above you rang out and all the heavens opened up, instantly soaking you all. Everyone fled like their life depended on it, desperate to get out of the rain that was bucketing it down.

Ginny squealed as you all ran straight towards the leaky cauldron where you'd planned to meet their parents, narrowly avoiding the dangerous, slippy cobblestones. George grabbed your hand as you ran, ensuring you stayed close by him and not getting caught up or pulled away in the rush of others fleeing.

You finally made it to the leaky cauldron and heaved a breath of relief as you ran under the shelter, each of you soaked to the skin. You began laughing at the sudden turn of events as you looked at your friends, seeing that they all looked like drowned rats.

Ron's hair was stuck flat to his face, Ginny looked horrified as she tried to ring out her hair whilst Harry attempted to de-fog his glasses, shaking his shoulders to try and get off excess water.

Fred and George were vigorously shaking their heads in the corner, like dogs to try and dry their long hair a little, unbothered by who might be on the receiving end of their splattering.

"Are you sure you're not animagi?" You joked as they stopped whipping their hair about.

You pulled the hair bobbles out of your hair and untangled your wet braids, hoping to release a little of the water and checked your clothes, ringing out the bottom of your skirt in a sad attempt to dry off.

Arthur barked out a laugh as you all rounded the corner and saw them sat at one of the large family style tables whilst Molly at least attempted to stifle her laugh. With a flick of her wand, you were all dried immediately, now just looking entirely unkempt as you made your way to the car.

When you arrived back at the Burrow, the rain was still going strong, the blistering sun and heat of the day just a memory now as it tipped it down with no sign of stopping.

Molly had been to the little street vendor just outside Diagon Alley and had collected a selection of vegetables for dinner and immediately set to washing and chopping them up when you returned. You offered to help her but she declined, telling you to go with your friends and have fun. You had flicked the kettle on to make a cup of tea, wanting something warming and soothing after getting wet in the rain and made sure to secretly make her one too, just as a small token of appreciation. You left it next to the chopping board as she nipped into the pantry, just so she'd know it was for her.

When you turned back to the lounge, the twins weren't there and so you made your way up to their bedroom, pausing briefly to knock on the door before you entered.

"What are you two plotting?" You asked, seeing them huddled around on the bed, their purchases from the day laid out in front of them. You closed the door and walked straight to their chest of drawers and pulled out one of their big sweaters that you wanted to wear, the softest one you could find. You peeled off your little summer top and then your bra, wanting to feel comfortable and cozy as the rain carried on and then slipped the soft, green jumper over your body. You couldn't help but lift the sleeve of the jumper up to your nose and try to subtly smell the comforting blend of them both, feeling cosier already.

When you turned slightly, you felt their eyes upon you; they were watching you with rapt attention, clearly not missing you getting undressed or your little weird smell test. You switched out your socks for a pair of big, fluffy ones, wiggling your toes at the overwhelming comfort you felt. You blushed under their gaze and bent down to reach for a big claw clip you kept in your case, clipping back your hair until you showered later. You kept your skirt on from earlier, still wanting to feel a little cute and turned to climb onto the bed with them, sensing that they were watching your every move.

"What?" You asked as you climbed onto the bed, noticing their eyes still trained on you.

"Has she ever looked more beautiful to you?" Fred says to George who shakes his head in reply.

"Didn't think it was possible," he answers, looking utterly smitten. You have to fight the blush that threatens to break out over your face as you tell them to stop.

"Have you two accidentally drank some love potions?" You joke, reaching out to grab the firework they'd procured from the joke shop, looking it over.

"Don't need it princess," Fred says smugly, reaching out for you as he pulls you closer, sliding you across the bed until you nearly end up in his lap. As he drags you, your skirt flips up and exposed your lilac, lace panties which George openly stares at. You rush to cover yourself again as Fred begins kissing your neck, enjoying the sight and feel of you squirming in his lap. You laugh as his kisses turn to blowing raspberries on your neck and manage to break free, sitting down beside him as you lounge on the bed.

"Think your mum would mind if I had a bath later? The rain makes me feel so cozy." You ask, stretching out your legs as he lean back against Fred's pillows.

"Sure she wouldn't mind angel," George says, as Fred simply shrugs, focusing back on the fireworks in front of them. You pull out your book from off the bedside table and begin reading, knowing that they didn't need your help right now.

"George focus," Fred says sharply after a minute or two as they tinker about. You look over to the squabbling siblings and see George rapidly blinking, as if he's trying to focus himself. His hips move subtly in a way you know exactly what it means as you notice the way he's slightly hunched over, making a little grin appear on your face as you think of the ways you could mess with him.

"Georgie, everything alright?" You put on your most innocent look at you s glance at him with doe eyes, biting your lip for effect as your voice drips smoothly like caramel. You don't miss the slight widening of his eyes at your voice and of your words as he fumbles for a reply. His hips shift again and you move your sock covered foot and smooth leg to rub against his clothed thigh, opening your legs with the movement and 'accidentally' flashing the crotch of your panties to him.

"Merlin," he mutters as he catches sight of your light purple panties underneath your skirt and you knew right then that you'd got him. He adjusts himself in his trousers, wiggling his hips once again, still trying to hide the fact that he's hard.

"Oi, what's up with you?" Fred says, completely oblivious, briefly looking up towards his brothers face before going back to his project.

George's gaze suddenly slips to your face and catches your smug little smirk, realising then that you'd been playing him all along. Without a moments hesitation, he lunges for you and reaches out to grab your ankles, pulling you closer to him and exposing your panties once again as your skirt rides up with the movement.

"Little minx trying to rile me up, think you could get away with it that easily?" He asks darkly as his long, deft fingers begin to stroke your exposed thighs, the sensation alone making your nipples harden under their sweater. Dominant George was not something you often encountered but by god it was arousing when it came out. "It is just a game for you, trying to get me hard and aching in my trousers?"

"No, no Georgie," you say weakly, though he can see straight through it.

"Tell me right now why I shouldn't bend you over my knee and spank you, right here in front of Fred," he says, gripping onto your thighs. You gasp, mind going blank at the very thought as your arousal pools, starting to seep into your panties.

Suddenly he smirks and looks down at you with a dark grin. "Seems to me that's exactly what you want, so why should I make it easy for you?"

He suddenly throws your legs off of him, pulling away and leaving you aroused and exposed on the bed. You have to fight back a whine at the sudden loss of contact but you just about manage to stay silent as you look up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"Be good for us and you'll get what you need later."

Just like that, the moment is over and you're reeling, wondering how exactly you teasing George had turned into you dripping wet and without any satisfaction, the lingering feeling of his hands on your thighs only worsening your problem. You turn your head to see George has left the room and you're alone with Fred on the bed.

"Don't look at me for help princess, you started it teasing Georgie," he says, sensing your gaze at him. You huff and roll over onto your front, not even bothering to flip your skirt back down. George comes back in a few minutes later and you hardly acknowledge each other, a strange tension passing between you both as neither of you know how to communicate after your little interaction.

A little while later, Fred curses as one of the fireworks slips out of his hands and immediately ignites on the floor, sparking it and omitting a loud whine as it crackles. George immediately pulls you closer to him, straight onto his lap, trying to shield you from the incoming explosion as Fred dives out of the way.

The room is immediately filled with noise and pyrotechnics, prisms of colour and shapes sparking and exploding midair as it flies around the room at high velocity, bouncing off the walls and nearly knocking down the books on the top bookshelf in the corner. Eventually it begins to slow, the noise fading to a quiet whine as it begins to crackle and splinter until it erupts into a loud bang, the last remaining gunpowder detonating into a resounding bang as coloured powder explodes from within it. The powder magically fades and settles into the air, leaving a smog in the small room that lingers for minutes after.

You immediately hear Molly yelling as she climbs the stairs, her voice getting louder and louder with her approach as she begins calling the twins names with vengeance.

She slams open the door, already fired up and yelling at the boys, pausing only briefly when she sees you in George's lap, clearly him protecting you from the firework, shock evident on both of your faces. You fight to climb off of him, having to act neutral and you immediately apologise to her, telling her it was an accident.

She softens a little, seeing your remorse the slight fear in your eyes from the surprise of the firework before turning to the boys who now stand together, pointing and wagging her finger at them, berating them for setting off the firework inside.

"Sorry mum," they mumble in unison, looking down at the floor in remorse which you doubted was real, until Molly walked out of the door, telling you that tea was almost ready.

"Well at least we know not to drop them," Fred chuckles, moving the other fireworks to the desk, handling them a little more carefully now.

George moves to stand behind you, slipping his hand down to your bum underneath your skirt, giving you a little fright at the unexpected contact.

"Don't think I've forgotten earlier Angel," he whispers in your ear, patting your bum gently, making you immediately want to squeeze your thighs together for a hint of relief.

Molly calls you all for tea and you sit beside the twins as you eat the delicious chicken and vegetable stew she'd made from the fresh veg she'd bought earlier. The main chatter is about the torrential rain that had still not stopped nor slowed all evening, a stark contrast to the hot summer day you'd expected. As the meal comes to an end, you ask Molly if she'd mind you having a bath rather than a shower and she of course agrees, even going as far as to tell you where her best bath salts and oils were if you wanted to use them.

After dinner you walked into the twin's room to gather some bits for your bath, fresh pyjamas, panties and your hairbrush when George walked in without Fred, giving you a smug little look.

"I want you to do something for me, Angel," he says, grabbing something off the desk before walking up to you and linking your free hand with his.

"Anything Georgie."

He leans down and whispers in your ear, dangerously close and low in tone, "don't touch yourself in the bath... I'll know."

He then parts your hands and walks back out of the door, shooting you a little wink as he exits, "enjoy your bath."

You take a deep breath once George had left, steadying yourself from the overwhelming arousal coursing through your body. You'd been a little on edge since your altercation earlier and you felt like you were on a hair trigger now.

You huffed out a breath and set off towards the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you as you began to run the bath, adding a few bath oils that Molly had told you to use earlier. You kept the claw clip in your hair and stripped down, placing your fresh clothes on the little, wooden chair whilst your old ones were strewn carelessly on the floor, everything except the twins' jumper, that was hung against the back of the chair. When the bath was the perfect temperature, you stepped in and felt yourself relax almost instantly.

The hot water, soothing oils and the sound of the heavy rain falling against the roof was enough to make you feel cozy and relaxed, your naked body shifting down in the water until only the tops of your breasts were visible. You laid there and thought back to the day you'd had, smiling as you thought of Val and finally seeing her again. But then you remembered the little tally and the questions of trying to chose and your face fell again, reminding you of the inevitable expiry date on one, if not both, of your relationships.

You tried to think of something else to push down these negative thoughts and immediately thought of George earlier and the promise you'd made. Truthfully, you'd had no intention of touching yourself whilst you were in the bath but it seemed that his words, the low whisper into your ear and the dominant actions earlier had all fuelled a fire within you so that now it was the only thing you could think about.

Your nipples began to harden in the water, just poking out from the layer of bubbles on the surface as you thought of George and by extension, Fred. You were suddenly overwhelmingly aware that you were completely naked, aroused and completely bare and there truly was nothing to stop you from slipping your hand down between your legs if you wanted to, but you couldn't.

You wanted your boyfriends desperately, needing a resolve to your erotic torment and the slight risk that you wouldn't get what you needed was enough to stop your hand from wandering, instead choosing to push those aroused thoughts from your mind and focus on the pitter patter of the rain. It didn't work and suddenly your nice and relaxing bath turned to be a mere obstacle to the pleasure you craved.

You quickly pulled the plug out of the bath allowing the water to drain as you stepped out and into a big fluffy towel. You shot a look at your clothes on the chair and thought twice, gathering them in your arms rather than putting them on, seeing them as only one more barrier.

You crept down to the twins room, opening and closing the door behind you as they looked at you in surprise at your lack of clothes, though the towel covered everything.

"Did you enjoy your bath princess?" Fred asks innocently, though his tone conveying the same thing. He looks like he can barely contain a knowing smirk, much like his very smug looking brother.

"It was lovely thank you," you said, not biting. You walked over to the hamper and threw your dirty clothes in, including their jumper from today and instead of dressing, you bent down to reach for something in your case, absently searching as your mind considered all the possibilities on how you were going to seduce them.

You'd first go for the easy, straight shot. You knew they were watching you, you could feel the heat of their gazes upon your skin and so you bit back a smirk, reached up to pull the clip out of your hair, loosened your towel just slightly at the top and moved to stand up. Of course, your loosely wrapped towel couldn't withstand the movement and as you stood up straight, the towel fell completely off, landing in a heap at your feet. You let out a well timed gasp as if you were reacting and pretended to scramble for the towel one again.

"Merlin," both boys cursed as they watched your towel fall, seeing you deliciously nude before them.

"Angel, come here," George said in a clipped tone, not leaving any metaphorical room for you to protest. As you tired to pick up the towel, he added, "you don't need that."

You made your way over to George and felt a strange nervousness in the act, never having been so fully bare in front of both twins before, your body on display and your relationship with both completely bare for either to see. You'd teased each other and kissed, cuddled and so on with the other twin there but you'd never taken the next step in front of the other so this was all new.

"Look at you," George muses as you move to stand behind the bed where he's sitting on the edge, his hands immediately running over your hips as his eyes struggle to focus on just one part of your nude body, eventually focusing on your breasts that are perked up in front of his face. "So beautiful," he adds, one hand coming up to entwine with yours before he drags you onto the bed, keeping your hands together at all times.

You lie beneath the brothers who both look like they could eat you for supper, their greeny brown eyes darkening and dangerously arousing looks washing over their faces.

"We've been talking, princess," Fred says, leaning closer to you in the bed, his hand coming up to brush your hair back from your face. "You left Georgie all riled up and it was a little unfair wasn't it." His hand slowly creeps down onto your shoulder and across your chest, stroking little patterns into your skin. "And me, well I felt a little left out princess. So we decided that if you want us, both, with you right now," he teases, soft fingers slipping down to the curve of your breast, "you can have all of us together."

"So no one is left out," George adds softly, his other hand that isn't entwined with yours begins to tease your other breast, fingers circling but never directly touching your pebbled nipple.

Their words cause a wave of fresh arousal to wash over you and you can't help but squirm just a little at the overwhelming sensation, your dripping pussy desperate for relief.

"What do you think Georgie, do your think she wants it?" Fred teases, seeing your hips squirming at their words.

"I'd say so Freddie," George adds, the same teasing tone to his voice, "look at her little nipples, already so hard for us." George drags his middle finger over your nipple and you can't hide the gasp that slips out at the delicious contact.

"Need you to say it princess," Fred says, his own fingers reaching down to playfully pluck at your other nipple, "do you want us both?"

"Yes, godric, yes," you moan, no longer denying yourself, writhing in anticipation. George squeezes your hand lightly in acknowledgement before both brothers look at each other and let out a perfectly synchronised chuckle.

They immediately both latch onto your breasts and begin their attack, Fred sucking hard on your left nipple whilst George kisses around your right, his tongue lapping over the nipple every couple of seconds. Your hips surge again and you try to rub your thighs together for relief.

"Ah ah ah," Fred teases, slipping his right hand down to your thighs, pulling them apart and exposing your wet pussy to the room as he holds your thigh in place, "be patient sweetheart, we've got you." You can't help the little whine that escapes you, his words and their joint actions eliciting a desperate noise to fall from your mouth.

"Think she's good and wet for us Fred?" George asks, his hand squeezing your breast as he begins to suck at your sensitive nipple.

You feel Fred's hand creep up your thigh until he touches your unobstructed slit, instantly feeling the wetness there, so much that it's clinging to the inside of your thighs and pooling on the bedsheets below.

"Merlin princess," Fred curses, feeling just how aroused you are. "I think she likes this Georgie."

"She's not the only one," he mumbles into your breast, reaching down to openly adjust himself in his trousers.

"What do you need baby? Want Fred to put his fingers in you?" George whispers, eliciting another whimper from you as you nod, your hand free reaching out to touch Fred's chest, as if trying to summon him closer. Fred chuckles at your reaction as his fingers begin to run through your soaked pussy folds, dragging the wetness around until he slowly sinks one of his long, perfect fingers into your heat. George captures your lips just in time to stop you from moaning too loudly as Fred's fingers begin slowly pumping inside of you, first one and then a second one just a few moments later. George kisses you with such passion that your knees fall completely open, resting against the legs of each boy as Fred's fingers bring you higher and higher. His thumb makes contact with your sensitive nub and you keen into George's mouth.

You break your hand away from George's and begin running each hand over their chests and down their torsos, desperate to feel them. Your hips surge again as you reach out and feel both of their cocks bulging in their trousers, just as Fred's fingers hook up inside you and touch the magical spot that makes your eyes roll back. You begin to paw at their trouser fixings, well past being able to undo their buttons and the boys instantly take notice and fumble to pull off their clothes. George was already shirtless so that was one obstacle out of the way and Fred slings his T-shirt away with the rest of his clothes as you all lie naked on the bed, completely bare for each other.

Fred's fingers immediately find their way back to your waiting pussy and your hands reach down to grab hold of their cocks, feeling the delicious weight of them in your palms. They moan in unison as you slowly begin pumping them, your pleasure only increasing with their own. George kisses you again as his hands wander on your body, never moving far from your breasts as Fred begins to suck at your neck, breathing heavily and mumbling broken curses into your skin as you continue to pump them, gaining a little speed just how you knew they liked.

"I need to taste you," George moans into your mouth as you run your thumb over their sensitive tips as you stroke, smirking as you feel the beads of precum leaking from both of them.

Fred hears his brother's words and slips his fingers out of you, beginning to manoeuvre you so that you were on your hands and knees. He lies beneath you, his beautifully hard cock straining against his belly as George slips behind you, lying between Fred's shins so that you could put your wet heat directly over his face. He grabs you by the hips once he's in position and immediately latches onto your pussy, moaning at the taste of your evident arousal. His tongue laps at all your little folds, sucking each labia into his mouth as he teases you before kissing your little hole. He then runs his tongue up your slit and latches onto your clit, giving it little teasing sucks as his tongue swirls around it, making you want to scream. Fred pulls forward, anticipating it and captures your lips just in time, swallowing your moan as your eyes close in sheer bliss.

George is like a man addicted, leaving no part of your pussy unattended as he licks, kisses and sucks with perfect precision. He begins lazily tasting you, teasing you as he feels you beginning to climax, wanting to hold off on your orgasm for a little while longer.

You push Fred back down onto the bed by his chest and eagerly look at his abandoned cock, seeing the deep pink tone, the rigid hardness and the bulging vein underneath and you can't help but reach out at grab him at the base. You slowly shift your body down so that George could still feast on you whilst you aligned yourself with Fred's cock.

You tentatively stretched out your tongue and licked away the little dribble of precum from his tip as he groaned loudly. Swirling your tongue around his tip, you looked up at him and saw that his eyes were squeezed shut, head thrown back as he enjoyed your movements. You gently squeezed his cock, forcing him to look up at you as you held eye contact with him and slowly sunk down on his length, taking him as far as you could as you sucked. He let out another moan and squeezed his eyes shut as you began sucking up and down his length on a rhythm you know he loved. You couldn't take you're eyes off of him, fixated on his pleasure filled face and heaving chest as your left hand moved to grab his hand, entwining your fingers. Resting on your elbow, you were able to pump the base of him with your hand, working in sync with your mouth to leave no single spot of his cock untouched. You flattened your tongue and ran a stripe down his length and towards his balls, sucking each one delicately into your mouth as your hand reached up to pump him again, focusing on his tip and just under his ridge. His chest was heaving, face flushed red as he bit down on his lip hard to stop from shouting, his gaze alternating between looking at you with wide, adoring eyes and squeezing tightly shut to avoid cumming too soon.

George's slow licking and sucking fixed on your clit again and you couldn't help but slowly begin to roll your hips in time with your sucking, rocking your hips over George's face as he moaned. His hands were gripping your bum hard, spreading your cheeks and massaging the skin. His hand lifted off of you for a brief second before coming down hard and sparking your right cheek, eliciting a gasp and a moan from you, all of which vibrated into Fred's cock, causing him to moan.

You pulled off of Fred just briefly to cry out, "please, want you inside, need it." You had no idea who you were asking, not caring enough to decide right now as you fought off your climax. George immediately pulled away from you and switched places with his twin, sliding in in front of you whilst Fred knelt on the bed behind you.

George kissed you passionately and you could taste your own arousal on his tongue, making you involuntarily clench. You reached your hand down and began stroking him, leaning over to spit onto his cock to lubricate it, his head falling back onto his shoulders at the sexy action. You couldn't help but pump his perfect cock, paying close attention to the delicious little upward curve he had, swiping his precum with your thumb before bringing it to your lips for a taste, watching as his mouth opened and his eyes looked at you in adoration, glassy with arousal.

"You ready for me princess?" You heard Fred say from behind you as he lined himself up, stroking his cock through your wet folds as you moaned out. It dragged across your clit perfectly and you couldn't help but roll your hips trying to make more and more contact. He suddenly slipped into you and pulled your hips back all the way so that he was buried deep within you, your head tossing back in pleasure at the sensation of finally feeling full.

Fred's hips rolled at he plunged himself into you with an eye rolling intensity, both of you already so worked up from your foreplay. You could help but moan as his cock hit all the right spots inside you, stretching you out and making your knees shake. George saw how close you were to crying out and immediately pressed his thumb to your lips for you to suck on. You continued pumping him again as you looked straight into his eyes, both of you wordlessly  conversing as you looked at eachother, silently showing the other everything you felt, even as you were getting railed by his twin.

You felt Fred shift behind you, kneeling forward as his hand snaked around your hip to bring his long fingers to pluck at your sensitive, swollen nub. You sucked hard on George's thumb to stop your moans from spilling out as you stoked him quickly, paying perfect attention to his sensitive tip. His other hand groped and massaged your swaying tits, pinching and toying with your hard nipples as you keened, hips rolling against Fred as you fucked your self on his cock.

You could feel your climax building as Fred railed into you, hips stuttering as he reached his own end, curses and moans growled into the air as his fingers expertly circled your clit. Your walls clenched hard on him as your orgasm overtook you, clamping down around his twitching cock as he slammed your hips into his one last time. He held you tightly to him as his length twitched inside of you, spouting ropes of hot cum deep within you, your clenching walls milking every drop as he groaned your name.

Instantly needing more, you shifted your hips so that you were lying almost flat on the bed, Fred's cock still buried inside you as you took George's waiting length into your mouth, moaning around him at the taste. He cursed and instantly reached up to grab your hair, keeping it out of your face as he watched his cock disappearing between your lips.

Fred had begun slowly rocking into you again, your over sensitive pussy and his cock twitching at the overstimulated that drove you both crazy before he slowly pulled out, falling limply onto the bed. You could feel his cum begin to drip out, knowing what that did to him and it only fuelled your passion for the brothers even more.

George suddenly pulled you off his cock and threw you onto the bed so that you were lying down as he towered above you, cock hard and leaking as he shifted your legs onto his shoulders.

He plunged into you without warning and you cried out before clamping down on your bottom lip to stifle the cries. In this position the slight curve of his cock hit just the right spot, dragging along the spongy part inside you that had you seeing stars as he thrust deeper and deeper inside of you until you were sure he was in your tummy. His hands reached up to cup your bouncing breasts at your hands grabbed and scratched at his shoulders, overwhelmed by the insane pleasure. His hair fell in front of his face as he thrusted and you tried to keep it out of his face as he leaned down to kiss you, all sloppy tongues and teeth, desperately taking what he could from you.

You couldn't help but feel the pleasure building again, only fuelled more as he pulled back and Fred's hand ghosted across your tummy and down to your clit as he rubbed in short, sharp circles. Your walls began clenching again and George cried out a mixture of curses and 'angel's' as his own climax crested. You came suddenly, the white hot heat taking over your body as his hips dove into you with an astounding force, your body folded up like a pretzel as he came with a silent roar, never once stopping his brutal thrusting.

Fred's hand pulled away from your overstimulated clit as soon as he knew you'd ridden out your pleasure and when George pulled out and slipped your legs down, you fell limply back onto the bed in a pile of mush.

You could feel George's cum mix with Fred's as it leaked out of you, onto your ass and then onto the already slick bedsheets as you fought to catch your breath. George fell onto the bed on your other side, leaving you sandwiched once again between the twins, each of you naked, flushed and more satisfied than you'd ever felt.

George's softening cock was pressed to your thigh, smearing the last remnants of his cum and tour arousal onto your skin as Fred reached up to turn your head towards him. He gave you a sensual kiss, hand grabbed around the curve of your jaw as he kissed you passionately, linking your right hand with his. George also linked your other hand with his own and turned you to him to capture your lips once you'd broken away from Fred.

You had no sense of time or space anymore, the only sign that it was late were the dark, rainy skies outside the window. The rain had never stopped and had only served as background white noise to your activities, the constant falling drops the only noise you could hear right now as you all recovered from your activities.

"Can we do that everyday?" You said dreamily, breaking the comfortable silence. You felt George chuckle against you, his body pressed more tightly to your side than Fred who was lounging on his back, one hand still entwined with yourself whilst his other arm covered his eyes.

"Happily," Fred mumbles, turning and pressing himself closer to you. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard and that's saying something with you princess." If you were more aware of things you'd probably blush at his praise but you were still off in dreamland after being fucked silly.

"Agreed," George adds, "bloody hell." He rubs his hands over his face, the ghost of his blissful smile still etched upon his features.

The back of your mind tells you to get up, clean yourself and get dressed but you're frozen in the moment, mind vacant and calm as you snuggle into your boyfriends sides.

Time passes and you all eventually moved to het cleaned off and dressed into your nightwear as you lounge around the room, chatting and reading well into the night until you all climb into bed to sleep. The twins had changed the sheets whilst you went and cleaned up and Fred had thought to spill a little pumpkin juice on the sheets so that it wouldn't seem suspicious that the sheets were needing to be washed again.

Later that night after goodnight kisses, you were cuddled into Fred's chest with George's body pressed tightly against your back, his arm slung around you as you laid awake, listening to their steady breathing and little soft snores, mostly from George behind you. You felt completely at peace, with both of them surrounding you and the rain pouring down outside the window. The three of you completely in sync with no battle in your heart between the both, loved equal in every sense.

You wished it could be like this all the time, just three souls linked together in harmony. It was always best when the three of you were together; Fred and George were the other half of each other, complimenting and completing each other, always in sync and you fit in with them perfectly. The threesome you'd just had was a perfect example of that. Would you be happier if you didn't have to chose?

You didn't know how it would even work but it was a much better thought then having to choose between the two boys you loved.

[alaskan-wallflower]

Do have curtis parents headcanons

BOY DO I!!

Mrs. Curtis

Trying to decide whether she’s be named Cynthia or Carolina

She was born and raised Jewish (religiously)

Shes about 25% Jewish ethnically (from her mom’s side-her mom was half Jewish half Irish)

She’s half Scottish on her dad’s side (her dad was like FROM Scotland)

She grew up on a farm with a lot of pets and such

She was always a bit of a tree hugger/hippie kind of person

She was never the richest person in the world-but she knew how to be resourceful

She has a twin sister actually (either named Cynthia or Carolina, whichever one Mrs Curtis isn’t named)

Her and her twin sister had a really complicated relationship because Mrs Curtis was the brighter more outgoing of the two while her twin wasn’t-so that obviously made for tension (which is why it hurt so bad to see Soda and Darry beefing when they were little because Darry’s as seen as smarter and Soda wasn’t)

She was a gardener and really wanted to go to cullinady school or music school or something but she just couldn’t afford it

She was an incredible cook though. Thanksgiving at the Curtises was always incredible

Food was also her love language-Mr Curtis definitely gained some weight lol

Shes smol (5’3’’ or so)

Mr Curtis

Darrel was always kind of…”different”

Not in a bad way! But he was raised alongside 8 other boys and their dad was this super strict man who wanted his kids to be “manly”

He was ethnically Iabkut 80% Irish and 20% English

But Mr Curtis wasn’t like that-he liked joking around and just being a boy, not being confined

He was in the middle-fifth born. Smack dab right in the middle.

One of his brothers was definitely the asshole uncle who always harassed Pony, Soda and Darry

I also headcanon Mr. Curtis had ADHD and dyslexia (which makes him a demigod in percy jackson standards)

He was the one who passed his appetite down to his boys (and would make sure to tell them that all the time 😭)

He went into the military fresh out of high school (he fought in WWII and would’ve graduated HS in 1943 if my math is right-)

He came back for small periods of time (which was when Darry was conceived) and he felt absolutely horrible that he wasn’t there for his wife during her pregnancy

But he ended up with really terrible PTSD (his kids have walked in on him having panic attacks on multiple occasions)

He tried to hide it but it was kind of hard to

He was the neighborhood dad if i’m being honest

He’s the one who nicknamed Two Bit Two Bit. He did the same to Cherry and both names just stuck (he’d see her cheering at the football games-she’s only two years younger than Darry I think?)

Whenever he got serious he got SERIOUS

Like when Darry got arrested (side bc) but he was absolutely just heartbroken

Hes BIG too—like 6’7’’

Hope these are good!

[planetqueenxoxo]

IT'S AUTUMN!!! 🎉🎉🎉

In honour of the changing of the season I thought I'd give each of the marauders era characters a favourite season.

Remus:

Autumn. He'd love being able to wear his jumpers (not that you can't wear jumpers all year round in the north of Scotland) and the cozy vibe around autumn. He'd also secretly love all the werewolf jokes his friends make around Halloween.

Sirius:

Winter. The cold would make him feel alive. He would hate Summer because he'd have to spend it with his parents and he'd look forward to September when school starts but after he moved in with the Potters it became his favourite because he could spend all day with his best friend.

James:

Summer. It's sunny and warm like him. He'd definitely be missing his parents while at school so he'd love getting to see them. He'd also love Christmas so Winter too.

Peter:

Not a season exactly but October to January. You've got Halloween, Christmas and New year's and he would love the buzz going on around that time and the high spirits.

Lily:

Spring. She'd like the temperate weather and the flowers and baby animals. She'd also be looking forward to exams that she'd been studying for all year.

Marlene:

Summer. She'd hate school (just the lessons part not Hogwarts) and she'd love not having to do anything during the holidays. Would definitely come back to school with the most crazy stories.

Mary:

Summer. She lives for the sun. She'd also love Spring purely because it made Lily happy. She would definitely also appreciate the pretty clothes you can wear in Spring and Summer.

Dorcas:

Winter. It's cold and dark and she loves that. Would definitely stay at Hogwarts with Barty, Evan and Regulus who were trying to escape their parents and they would all just enjoy the peace and quiet together. Something about an empty castle would allure her.

Pandora:

Spring. Prime time for lying in the grass looking at clouds. Would make a daisy crown for all her friends, Barty would wear his constantly till it dies because it makes her happy and his Dad would die if he knew his kid was walking around with flowers in his hair.

Barty:

Autumn. The guy would be obsessed with Halloween. Evan and Regulus would come in on the first of October to see pumpkins everywhere, enchanted bats flying around and Halloween music playing quietly constantly (as much as Regulus and Evan tried they could never find where it's coming from). He'd also low-key love stepping on crunchy leaves.

Evan:

Autumn. Purely because Barty gets so excited about it. Otherwise he doesn't give a shit about what season it is so long as he doesn't have to go home. He'd also appreciate Pandora's daisy crowns in Spring and would have it on his bedside table.

Regulus:

Winter. Same reasons as Dorcas, it's cold, dark and the castle is empty. He'd also like stargazing in Winter more than the other seasons because he can see his star. He'd like Winter significantly less though when Sirius moved in with James and he'd start spending Christmas at the Potters' instead of staying at the castle.

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Anonymous asked: Imagine somethingoldrry playing golf🤭

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The smile hadn’t left his face since he stepped off the green. There was nothing quite like a good day hitting the links, especially one with this gorgeous view, the fresh Scotland air making him feel rejuvenated, human, alive. Feeling like he could take on the whole world. Feeling like he kinda already did.

He sinks back into the leather chair in the clubhouse suite, barely listening as your dad and the other gents compare the best shots of the day, his mind drifting back to the conversation he had a few hours earlier. 

He had been absolutely bricking it, trying his best to play it cool, though he already knew what your dad would say - he’d already spoken to your mum - but he wanted to get it right. Wanted to be absolutely clear in how much you meant to him, how much he wanted to take care of you for the rest of your life, how you were the greatest thing to ever, ever happen to him. 

His hands were shaking as he pulled your dad aside just before the 5th hole, when everyone was stretching their legs and strategizing their next moves. He cleared his throat a few times, sliding his sunglasses into his hair and adjusting his gloves as your dad watched in patient silence, a small, knowing smile on his face.

“Haven’t seen you this nervous since you broke my mother’s vase when you were nine.” Ian jokes and it forces a choked laugh out of Harry as he shakes his head, finally feeling brave enough to look him in the eye. 

“‘S more important than a vase.” he says, watching as Ian’s face softens, his eyes twinkling. Harry steels himself, inhaling deeply before launching into it. 

“She’s the love of my life, you know. Always has been, in ways maybe I wasn’t ready to face when I was younger but now… I’ve never been more sure of anything. These past three years with her have been the greatest of my life ‘nd I know I’ve been a bloody idiot in the past but it’s not - I’m not -”

“I know,” Ian says gently. 

“Want to spend the rest of my life with her. ‘Nd I promise I’ll take care of her ‘nd I know she’ll take care of me. Nothing - nothing in my life compares to how it feels to be in her orbit ‘nd to have her love me the way she does. She makes me a better man every single day ‘nd I’ve never been more grateful or thankful for anything than I am to get to be hers. I know she’d have my bloody head if I ask for your permission like she’s some prized cow -” he says and Ian huffs out a watery laugh, nodding his head in agreement as tears well up in his eyes. “But I’d like your blessing.  To marry your daughter. ‘S all I’ve - I’ve never wanted anything more.”

He watches with bated breath as emotion passes over Ian’s face before he smiles a wide, watery grin as the tears slide down his face.  

“Of course you’ve got my blessing, H. Nothing would make me happier.”

“Yeah?” Harry says, the nerves from before completely dissipating, giving way to overwhelming gratitude, relief, love. 

“It’d be one of the greatest joys of my life to get to welcome you into the family officially.” he says, voice cracking with emotion as he takes a deep breath. “Always considered you a second son anyhow.”

That stops Harry in his tracks, inhaling deeply as tears fill his eyes, the emotion threatening to spill over any second. It’s been that way for him, too. Your dad has always been there, ever since he was a kid and his own father figures were less accessible. A leader by example, one of the kindest, gentlest souls he’s ever known. A man as unafraid to wear his heart on his sleeve as he was to tell a truly awfully cheesy joke. Someone he’s looked up to his whole life. One of the most devoted husbands and fathers he’s ever known.

“Me too. I always - you’ve always been -”

“I know, son. Come here.” he says, wrapping him in a big hug, the two of them holding tightly.

It’s a few moments before they pull away with firm slaps on the back, sheepish laughs as they wipe their eyes. 

“When are you planning on doing it?”

“Couple months,” he says. “We’re heading to Italy once the tour’s done so thought it’d be nice to do it there.”

“You know, Ang is going to kill you when she learns you asked me and not her.”

“Oh I know. ‘S why I asked her last night.” Harry says, chuckling as Ian tilts his head back and roars with laughter. “Thought it’d be too suspicious to try to steal both of you away ‘nd I knew if I didn’t ask her first, she’d have my bloody head. She didn’t utter a word because she wanted me to surprise you today.” 

“Good lad.” he says, hand falling to Harry’s shoulder before squeezing once as they head back onto the course. What had started out as a fun day of golf now brimming with something deeper. A new beginning of sorts.

He’s snapped out of his reverie by the sound of his phone ringing, momentarily disoriented as he finds himself back in the clubhouse suite, grin widening when looks at his phone, immediately swiping to answer your facetime call.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hey handsome,” you say and he can see you’re standing in the backyard of the rental, the sun radiating off your skin perfectly. God, he’s lucky. “How’d it go? How’d my dad do?”

At the mention of his name, your dad leans over the armchair and Harry pans the camera towards his face. 

“You know, bug, it got pretty intense with all the fans out there.” Ian says solemnly, “I had asked them not to come but they can’t resist when they hear I’m in the area. Couldn’t get them to stop chanting “I-an! I-an! I-an!” 

“Oh my god.” Harry hears you say before pulling the phone back to his face, chuckling as he shakes his head. 

“That answer your question for you?” he asks as he stands, excusing himself with a point to the balcony as Ian nods and waves him off. He closes the sliding door behind him and pulls the phone up to his face again, unable to take his eyes off you. He was going to marry you one day. You were going to be his wife. 

“You’re not listening to a bloody word I am saying.”

“What?”

“Harry!” you say with a laugh. 

“Sorry, love. Just got distracted by your beautiful face.”

You squint at him dubiously through the screen before shaking your head with a smile.

“Should let you golf more often if you’re going to be this sweet to me.” you say, eyes looking him up and down. “And look this fit.”

“Yeah? You like the look?” he asks as you nod, simmering eyes staring back at him. He wiggles his eyebrows at you, smirking as his voice deepens. “Just wait until you hear about my stroke game. ‘Nd how well I just sink into the hole -”

You bark out a laugh, shaking your head at him. 

“You cheeky bastard.” you say, laughter lacing through your words. “As I was saying before someone rudely distracted me - ”

“Can’t help it if my powers of seduction are simply too much for you, love.”

“I’m gonna hang up.”

He giggles. “‘M sorry, what were you going to say?”

“Are you heading off soon? The mums wanted to know when we can start cooking.”

“Yeah, we’re wrapping up here, probably be home in like 30?”

“Sounds good. I’m going to go help them and I’ll see you soon? You really do look fucking fit. ” you say, biting your lip as you stare at him. “You know, I’ve got a pretty good stroke game myself, would be happy to give you a few pointers.” 

“‘M the luckiest bastard alive.” he says with utter sincerity and you tilt your head back in laughter. 

“Okaaay.” you say, rolling your eyes. “See you soon, yeah? Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.” he says, blowing you a kiss before you hang up, slapping his phone against his hand as he mutters to himself: “Can’t wait to show you how much.”

He really, really couldn’t.

---

[siriuslychessi]

03 Roadtrip

Lily had been excited ever since she turned 16, there was a muggle tradition that at that age you would be able to manoeuvre a muggle contraption that Marlene only knew due to muggle studies: a car.

The devil thing looked weird and it seemed slower than other means of transportation, like broom, portkey, or even train, but Lily was excited that alongside with the new skill she had seemed to have gained a vehicle as well. 

Lily’s father had given her a van, something muggles use for large families and camping trips. And yes, Marlene did love a good adventure but she wasn’t sure travel by van was the best option to spend the hottest summer week in. 

However, she had agreed to join her friend.

Marlene had arrived at Lily's home, her bag on her shoulder, and moving to the vehicle that had the hood open, Lily watching as two figures looked at what Marlene could only describe as the guts of the machine.

“Hi Red.” Marlene greeted Lily.

Lily turned to run at her and gave her a hug.

“You made it!” Lily smiled, “You can leave the bag in the van, we are just checking that everything runs smoothly before leaving.”

“I hope that means your dad, don’t think anyone else knows about these things back at the school.” she joked, putting the bag in the back with the others.

“I beg to differ, I think quite a lot about cars.” Sirius' figure popped out of the hood of the vehicle, he was cleaning his hands with a rag and it took Marlene by surprise to see him there. 

They had not spoken since the end of term and even if she knew that he was now at the Potters, and that they did not promise anything more than a few stolen kisses in hidden places. But her mind could not stop itself from taking in all of him. The borrowed shirt that she was sure belonged to James, as Sirius (even if casual) was always a little more upkeep, fitted him to perfection. His hair was longer than she remembered, her hand itched to run through his dark curls. And even if still pale in complexion, he had gained a blushed look, kissed from the summer sun, she was sure. 

Marlene could not stop staring, not even when someone asked her a question.

“Sorry, what?” Marlene asked, clearly not paying attention to other than Sirius’ lips, but not what they were saying. 

“Don’t you trust me to keep this running?” He was teasing her. 

“I must admit I have little faith, you don’t even know how to properly make paper planes.” she teased back. 

“I was 6, Marls, we can move past that.” Sirius chuckled and Marlene’s whole body seemed to have lit up with that. 

Stop it, have some pride. She thought to herself. 

Lily moved close to them, bless her. “Actually, Sirius knows quite a lot, dad has been teaching him. Since he wants to have that motorbike and all.” The redhead explained.

Marlene raised an eyebrow. “A motorbike? I thought James would rub the broom crazy mania.”

“Oh he has.” Sirius chuckled, “A flying motorbike, it’s going to be bril.” he admitted looking back at the car and then at them, “Just don’t tell Mr Evans, I don’t think he would keep giving me lessons if he finds out.” 

“Mum’s the word.” Lily replied and went back to where her dad was taking a final look. 

Marlene and Sirius were silent for a few moments, she was not sure if it was awkward or if the sensation of her heart beating faster when they were alone was making it so. Why did she agree to come on that trip?

“I didn’t know you were coming.” she admitted, trying to make casual conversation.

Sirius nodded, “I guess I’m not usually involved in her plans, am I?” he admitted, looking back at Lily and her dad. “I was as surprised as you.” he paused to think his next sentence, but it seems he decided to trust her, “James was devastated he was not invited, Remus is also coming.” he explained, “I don’t want to tell him that we will end up at yours, I’m sure by then Red will be less apprehensive to spend time with him once we reach Scotland. Close proximity and all that.” 

Marlene nodded, that did sound like Lily, she was still coming to terms that she actually liked James as a friend, and maybe more? Marlene was not sure yet. 

“We can come up with a plan, it’ll take us a while to get there, Lily wants to make stops.”

“Oh, yes, I’ve seen the itinerary. I like that she’s excited, ever since Sniv… Snape and her don’t talk she has been down” he said, as they heard a nearby pop and suddenly Dorcas and Remus were there as well. 

Dorcas approached them, she had a face that told everyone that she was in no mood to be messed with. 

“Hello sunshine,” Marlene greeted, earning her a look from Meadowes. 

“This is an ungodly hour to be up during summer.” That was the greeting Marlene and everyone got, before Dorcas greeted the Evans and decided to take the whole back row and lay down, deciding to join the crew in wake activities later that evening. 

Remus looked at Dorcas amused, “I wanted to do that.” he joked after greeting everyone, “I guess I’ll have to stay up and mind the music. This one has a terrible taste in music.” Remus pointed to Sirius, teasing. 

Sirius gasped, trying to be comically dramatic, “I have an excellent taste, I just don’t know how to work the… what’s that called again?”

“The cassette player?”

“That bloody thing.”

“Well I'll do first watch, you two sit on the back.” Remus said as Lily’s dad bid everyone goodbye and she climbed on the driver’s seat. 

It was in that moment that Marlene realised that she would be sitting next to Sirius, all alone in the second row of the van, without a buffer between him and her random thoughts of running her hand through his hair, and her lips wanting another taste of his. 

“Come on, Mare, let’s get going.” Sirius took her hand and guided her inside the van, before she knew it, the door was closed, and they were driving out. 

These would be the longest hours of her life. 

[rmsstevielol]

If u don’t want to agree to it being a colony then at least accept that they, along with the Irish and the Welsh were oppressed. If you don’t want to accept that then I don’t really know what to tell you becuase to me what im about to list right now seems an obvious example of oppression; trying to wipe out and I quote “ethnically cleanse” cultures, beating children for speaking Gaelic or Welsh right up until the late 20th century, after the battle of Culloden tartan and Gaelic was banned and if caught speaking Gaelic or wearing tartan, you were exiled, flogged or even executed, if you happened to have any ties with the Jacobites then you were literally rounded up and executed. Another example and a much more modern one is an account from my great grandma saying when she was at school you could be beat for speaking Gaelic and when my Nan was younger she was literally taught to “speak English” or more “proper”, meaning getting rid of the accent. Another example are the deep rooted stereotypes that still exist today about Scottish people, that all of them are “violent”, “angry”, “loud”, “drunk”, “savages”, “barbarians”, “not feminine” I could go on.. but these type of things are so common and they’ve been taught for so long that it is impossible not to think of the Scot’s like that and yes, some people may not be thinking of it as “not that deep” when in reality it is because they just aren’t funny and they make people look at us as if were some sort of joke, like our accents are always the butt of the joke or something. My mum has experienced things as simple as a dirty look whenever she gets a bit loud of says something in a strong accent and even on one occasion, an officer in the army telling my dad to “control his wife” after she refused to sing God save the King, as if she were “out of control” or something. All of these things are some sort of oppression and even though they aren’t as severe as they were before, they are still a thing.

I could go on about this topic for hours talking about other things like when talking about being Scottish, they always end up being the butt of the joke whether that be making fun of the accent, making fun of the bagpipes, the traditional dress. I live in England and I have a lot of friends who tend to do these things subconsciously and I wouldn’t hold it against them but I think it does need to be spoken about more and spoken about where it comes from and why it could be quite offensive. I’m so sorry to ramble on but a quick thing to point out is the fact that just becuase I want to spread the history of oppression of the Scot’s, it does not mean that I deny their involvement in the British colonialism of other countries and the involvement in the slave trade, i am aware it happened and are embarrassed and ashamed of the Scottish people who did that and I do consider them to be a “traitor” to Scotland but I just want to make my country’s history known and how they did suffer without people comparing or disregarding as something not that important or not as bad, yes some Scot’s did awful things and were involved willingly with British colonialism etc but it should not shrug off the suffering they went through as a country themselves.

I am sorry I couldn’t speak more for the Welsh or Irish but I didn’t want to then speak about their history and get it wrong. 🫶

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Lily was sick and tired of her sister treating her like trash. Lily thought perhaps there had been a time when Petunia was nicer, when they were kids. But now that Lily had grown, she realized Petunia had been nice only because she wanted something from Lily. It hurt, because Lily loved her sister.

Petunia had a strong personality, she had friends, she went to parties, she had always been the rebel girl. She had constant fights and tantrums with their parents. But she always got what she wanted. At the end, their parents gave in. Especially their mum who had a soft spot for Petunia.

On the other hand, Lily was sweet, calm and obedient. She didn't cause much trouble. She didn't have much friends and she preferred to stay home and read a book than going out. Lily had a nice relationship with her parents. She liked spending time with them. And perhaps that made her boring, like Petunia said.

There were times when the two sisters got along. But when Petunia was in a bad mood, it was impossible to talk to her.

"Nobody gets me. Nobody understands" Petunia used to cry "I have issues as well. Mum and dad don't pay me attention like they do to you"

When Petunia said things like that, Lily felt guilty. She didn't want to be the favorite child. She didn't want Petunia to hate her.

Lily needed to take advantage of the times when Petunia was in a good mood and she wanted to spend time with Lily. It was a good sign that Petunia wanted to spend her 22nd birthday with Lily.

"Of course I want you here, Lily" she had said over the phone "You are my sister after all, right?"

Lily's heart was filled with joy and hope. So she really got excited about that birthday dinner. Lily bought Petunia something nice, something she would like as a present. And she also spent the whole day choosing the perfect outfit.

"You look gorgeous, love" James said when he saw her. Honestly, she could never do this without him.

"Thanks..." Lily swallowed "Do you think I look too elegant with this dress? Petunia said it was something casual..."

"You look perfect, Lily" James squeezed her hand "I love that dress"

Lily bit her lip "It is the first birthday I actually spend with her in 7 years. I've been at Hogwarts and I couldn't go home. Of course I called her and made sure my parents gave her the present I prepared for her... But I feel awful for not actually being there... And now that we graduated I can finally spend her birthday with her... So of course I am nervous... "

"Lily..." James grabbed her face "It's not like you didn't want to be with her. We lived in a boarding school in fucking Scotland. It's not your fault... And she is your sister. You don't have to be nervous"

Lily sighed "I want to show her how much I care"

"I think that what you do for her is more than enough"

It wasn't the first time Lily visited Petunia and Vernon's place. She went there to help them move in last year. And she had been there a couple of times with her mum. But it was the first time she came here with James.

The house was big and pretty elegant. Vernon's family had a lot of money. And even if James was as rich or even richer, he still was surprised.

"Woow! You have a nice place, Petunia"

"Yeah, it's alright" Petunia shrugged "I am glad you could come"

Lily smiled when Petunia hugged her.

"Happy Birthday, Tuney!" Lily gave her her present.

"Thank you, Lily" Petunia gave her a small smile. But she didn't open the present, she put it aside.

"How does it feel to be a year older?" James asked trying to make a joke.

"Yeah, thank you for reminding me I am getting old..."

"I mean you look great" James chuckled nervously "Each year more beautiful"

Petunia raised an eyebrow.

"Stop flirting with my sister, James" Lily joked as well.

"Okay" James shrugged, laughing a little.

But Petunia didn't find it funny.

"Please come in" she said "Vernon and his friends are in the living room"

"Thank you"

James and Lily stepped in.

"Why are you wearing an apron?" Lily asked her sister.

"I am making dinner"

"You're cooking? On your birthday?"

"What is the big deal, Lily?" Petunia shrugged "I like to cook"

"Okay..."

Lily had promised herself to not make Petunia angry and actually have a good time together on her birthday. Like sisters should.

"Do you need any help?"

James always a gentleman. Lily adored him.

"Lily can help me" Petunia said and Lily smiled "James, men are drinking in the living room. You should join them"

James and Lily exchanged looks.

"Really, I have no problem in helping. They say I am a great chef"

"Great chef?" Lily snorted "How about that chocolate tart that exploded on your mum's kitchen?"

"I don't know what are you talking about"

Lily laughed "Poor Effie had to clean that up for weeks"

"Sirius and I told you that in confidence, Lily"

Lily giggled.

Petunia faked a smile.

"Let's get you to see Vernon first"

Lily and James tried to fit in with Petunia and Vernon's circle. It wasn't easy.

James made conversation with most of the people there. He was always nice. He had the capacity of making everyone like him. Not like Lily who tried so hard and ended up being weird anyway.

Lily felt like a fish out of the sea. But luckily, James was there to make things easier. He held her hand. He whispered in her ear how beautiful she was. And he made fun of people's ways of talking. That made Lily laugh.

"Potter, let me get you a drink" Vernon said, patting his shoulder.

"Oh! Cheers, Vernon" he smiled "A beer is fine"

"A beer?" Vernon laughed and his male friends did as well "Let me get you a real drink.... I have the best whiskey around Europe"

"Oh, cool..."

"You have to see my bar" Vernon added, expecting James to follow him.

James looked at Lily.

"It's okay, babe. Go" she smiled, although she didn't want James to leave "I'll see if Tuney needs help"

"Okay" James kissed her cheek before following Vernon and his mates.

Lily gave James a sweet smile. At least Vernon was being nice with him. Not like last time.

Lily was forced to go to the kitchen where all the women where.

Lily learned that Petunia's friends liked to stay in the kitchen to gossip about their partners. It was mostly girl talk about men. Lily tried to chat with them but she didn't know these people very well. She wished she could be with James. Lily wondered how bored he would be with Vernon and the others. Although James Potter never got bored. He was the life of the party everywhere he went.

"Your boyfriend is nice, Lily" Marge said as she served herself some wine.

Lily didn't like Vernon's sister. She had been a bitch to Lily even since they met. Always putting her down.

"Oh... Yeah he is amazing" Lily said as she continued chopping some carrots.

"I always thought you would end up with that creepy friends of yours..."

Lily stopped cutting the carrots.

"Marge..." Petunia warned.

"Oh, the one with greasy hair and big nose?" Marge continued anyway "What was his name again?"

"Severus..." Lily whispered. She didn't want to remember everything Severus did to her, how much he had lied and manipulated her. It hurt to say his name.

"Severus, right!" Marge nodded "Was he your boyfriend?"

"Lily has an ex?" One of Petunia's friends asked. Ruth. "Didn't you say, Tuney, that Potter was her first boyfriend?"

"Honestly, Lily didn't deserve that wanker"

Lily was happy that Petunia defended her. She had always hated Severus. She had always warned Lily about him and she didn't listen.

"Well, who would've thought that you would end up with a cutie like Potter" Marge said.

Lily was disgusted and jealous.

"And he has his own company, that's a plus" Ruth added, with a wink.

"His father owns the company... So.."

"Same thing" Ruth giggled "Does he have cute single friends for you to introduce us?"

"Well..."

Lily almost laughed thinking about Sirius and Remus, and how they were so gay for each other. And there was Peter, he was single... But Peter deserved someone better than these bitches.

"Ruth!" Petunia laughed "I thought you had Paul"

"He doesn't have to know" Ruth laughed like a pig. That Paul lad was with Vernon and the rest downstairs.

"And I meant it for Nancy here"

"Oh!"

Nancy was nice. Lily didn't understand why would she be part of that group. She barely spoke but she was always good with Lily. Apparently the fact that she didn't have a boyfriend bothered her friends.

"I'm fine by myself"

"Honestly you didn't like anyone of Vernon's friends, perhaps you would like James' friends" Ruth tutted.

Marge nodded, then she leaned towards Lily "I checked your boyfriend's social media and look at this gorgeous friend of his" she showed them a picture of Sirius "Tell me he is single, Lily!"

Lily almost told them he had a boyfriend, just to see their faces. But she didn't want to speak about Sirius' life.

"He is with someone..."

"Doesn't matter who she is, I think I will take her boyfriend away..."

If she meant it as a joke, Lily didn't find it funny. But Ruth and Nancy laughed. Luckily Petunia didn't.

"Marge... Could you set the table?" she said with scolding eyes "Dinner is almost ready"

"Sure" Marge shrugged and walked away to the dinning room.

"Sorry" Petunia whispered to Lily as Ruth and Nancy began talking about something else.

"It's okay" Lily smiled. She was so glad her sister was on her side "Dinner smells great"

"Yeah"

"It's nice that you wanted to cook for everyone" Lily added "I honestly would've just ordered a pizza" she giggled.

"Lily, don't be simple" Petunia rolled her eyes "I cannot just give pizza to my guests... Are you insane?"

Lily didn't say anything else.

Dinner was torture. They ate with the boys but their conversation was only between them. Lily noticed that when one of the girls made a comment, Vernon completely ignored them. Nobody else seemed to notice this. Lily wanted to ask James, but he was innocently listening to Vernon speak.

Vernon's conversation with his friends consisted on football, taxes, cars and stupid male anecdotes about how he had wanted to punch men who had been flirty with Petunia.

Everyone seemed to find Vernon speech funny, even Petunia. James laughed politely but Lily noticed he was uncomfortable. Lily wanted to tell Vernon to shut up.

"Babe, the smash potatoes are cold. You should have learned to use the microwave by now"

Vernon said it as a joke. And everyone laughed.

Lily was losing patience. She squeezed James' hand under the table.

"Very funny, sweetheart" Petunia smiled and kissed Vernon's cheek as she stood up "I'll heat this up"

Lily was going to say something "Hey Ver..."

"Everything is delicious, Petunia" James interrupted "You are an incredible cook"

"Oh, she is the best" Vernon kissed her hand "You should try her meat pie. Isn't it the best, Lily?"

That was the first time Vernon spoke to her during the night.

"Yeah it is wonderful" You stupid wanker.

"Darling, bring more wine from the cellar. The best you can find. And more glasses"

"Yeah sure"

Petunia smiled and walked to the kitchen. Didn't Vernon have fucking legs to do it himself? Petunia had done enough and it was her freaking birthday.

Vernon continued talking about himself again. Lily couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up and followed her sister. Even if James tried to stop her.

Petunia didn't seem upset or anything. She was heating the mash potatoes as if nothing had happened.

"Why do you let him treat you like that?" Lily asked.

Petunia turned.

"Excuse me?"

"Vernon..." Lily pointed to the door "He practically humiliated you out there. I don't like the way he orders you things. He hasn't done anything to help with dinner"

Petunia crossed her arms.

"Don't you fucking start with Vernon, okay, Lily?"

"Tuney" Lily sighed "You don't deserve this..."

"I don't deserve what?" Petunia snapped "Vernon is my husband and he is a gentleman with me"

"A gentleman?" Lily snorted.

"You have no fucking idea about my relationship, Lily. So don't medle just like I don't medle between you and Potter" Petunia tutted "And trust me, I have a lot of things to say about Potter"

"There's nothing wrong about James" Lily whispered.

"Vernon treats me like a queen and I love him" Petunia continued "He is amazing with me. And if I cooked tonight or if I want to pass him things is because I freaking want to! I like making him meals and helping him out"

"That's not right, Tuney" Lily shook her head "He is not supposed to get used to you serving him...."

"Oh shut up, Lily!" Petunia rolled her eyes "Don't bring me that stupid feminist bullshit"

"It is not feminine bullshit!" Lily exclaimed "Is the truth! Tuney you might not see it now but..."

"This is unbelievable" Petunia snorted and shook her head "You cannot stand that I am happy, can you?"

"Tuney..."

"You are so selfish, always thinking about yourself. Because Lily must have the perfect life. Lily must have the perfect boyfriend. Lily must always be right!"

Lily let out a surprised chuckle.

"Selfish? All I've done this evening is try to like you and your friends. I wanted us to get along"

"Do you want me to get along with the person who comes here and talks shit about my husband?"

"Tuney" Lily sighed "Vernon is..."

"Vernon is the love of my life" Petunia spat with tears in her eyes "I married him because I love him, he is my husband and the father of my future child"

Lily was taken aback.

"What? Are you...."

"We were going to announce it after dinner" Petunia interrupted "I am pregnant"

Lily didn't know what to say. Part of her was happy for Tuney and the fact that she would be an aunt. But she really thought Petunia deserved better than Vernon. She didn't like that asshole.

"Tuney..."

"I shouldn't have listened to mum when she insisted to invite you" Petunia said "You really ruin things, Lily. You are always fucking my life"

Now it was Lily's turn to cry.

"You only invited me because mum made you?"

Lily really thought her sister liked her, cared for her. She really thought they could have a good relationship like other sisters. But Petunia hated her. Petunia would never like Lily.

"You should freaking leave, Lily"

Lily blinked tears when James walked into the kitchen.

"Everything, alright?"

"We are leaving, James" Lily sniffed and wiped her tears away "We are leaving now"

James looked worriedly between the two sisters. Petunia blinked away the tears and took the smash potatoes out of the microwave.

"I better take this to Vernon" Petunia said "I will tell him you suddenly didn't feel well and you had to leave"

"Hey, Petunia..."

"This is none of your business, Potter" Petunia interrupted "Just take her home" and she walked out of the kitchen.

"Lils..."

"Let's just get out of here, James" Lily pleaded.

James simply nodded. And Lily loved him for not insisting.

James went into the living room to retrieve their jackets and Lily's purse. He gave everyone a silly excuse about Lily feeling ill. Lily was glad she didn't have to say goodbye.

Once inside James' car, Lily broke down crying. James wrapped his arms around her.

"It's okay, baby" he said as he kissed her head gently.

When Lily calmed down, she told everything to James.

"Didn't you notice how much of an asshole Vernon was with my sister?" she asked "I mean what a bunch of sexist wankers! Girls belong in the kitchen. And boys are supposed to be assholes with them? What was that?..."

"Yeah I noticed that"

"Why didn't you say something?" Lily asked "Of course you don't care because you are a boy..."

"No no Lily... It's not that" James shook his head "I didn't want to be rude inside your sister's house. I didn't want to cause trouble. I thought you wouldn't like that"

"What did you talk with Vernon and the rest of his friends?"

James shrugged "Just rugby, footie and they asked me about my dad's company. Vernon was actually being nice to me"

"Because you are male. But he ignored all of Tuney's female friends... Even his bitchy sister!"

James grabbed her hand.

"I am sorry I left you alone" he said "I shouldn't have gone with them"

Lily laughed "It's okay, James. I know you are not like them"

"Aren't you going to cook me dinner tomorrow, woman?"

Lily raised an eyebrow.

James smiled "I was joking.... Sorry, bad joke"

Lily smiled and shook her head.

"I would never treat you like that. I will always treat you like the queen you are"

Lily looked down.

"I really wanted to get along with Tuney but all of it was awful. Those people suck"

James nodded "The steak was great though" he smiled "Not even my mum buys such an expensive steak..."

Lily smiled "Yeah the steak was really good"

"And you didn't taste it but Vernon's whiskey was really good"

"The wine was amazing!"

"See? At least we had a delicious posh dinner"

That made Lily laugh.

"You are the definition of posh"

"I don't go around bragging about..." then he imitated Vernon's irritating voice "my collection of liquors and my fancy furniture... Or my new HDTV.... Or my new fancy car..."

Lily giggled even more.

"Vernon's car is fine though..."

"Aah... Hello? I dream about that car"

Lily smiled.

"I love you" she said "I love the way you are..."

James smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"I love you more"

"And I love how amazing our friends are, not stupid and superficial like them"

"Our friends are pretty great" James nodded.

Lily smiled and moved to face her boyfriend.

"When we live together..."

"Oh?"

"And we have people over, let's not worry about fancy dinners and fine liquors and dressing up elegantly.... The important thing will be to have fun, okay?"

James smiled widely "Okay..."

"We'll order pizza and drink beer and cheap vodka"

"Cheap vodka is the best"

Lily giggled "And everyone could walk in the kitchen. Everyone will help cook or wash the dishes. And we will all have conversations, boys and girls. Adults and kids. Our house will be a welcoming place for everyone. They can even stay to sleep if they want..."

James giggled.

"And we will not care if our guests are well dressed or if they have a job, or a partner, if they are gay or not... Our dinners will be friendly and welcoming and actually fun!"

Lily smiled.

"So you want to live with me?" James asked with a mischievous smirk.

Lily blushed.

"Yeah, some day..." Lily bit her lip "Only if you want to"

"I love you so much, gorgeous" James gave her a sweet kiss "Absolutely I do! Let's get married"

Lily's heart stopped for a second.

"Don't joke, James"

James looked into her eyes.

"I am not joking"

Lily laughed "James, we are eighteen... I need to finish Uni. You need to go to Uni. I am going to become the best journalist in the country..." Lily smiled "And you are going to be the best Rugby Player to ever exist. And only then we can marry"

Lily thought about what she said to Petunia when she got engaged with Vernon. She was only 20 years old. She had a whole life ahead of her. She wasn't doing well at Uni according to their mum. But Lily knew if she found a career she liked, she would be great at it. But Petunia left Uni to marry Vernon and she didn't care about anything else. Now she had married an asshole and she was expecting a baby from him.

Lily needed to do the things right. Even if James was perfect and Lily was so in love with him.

"So I will get to marry you in about ten years till all these things happen?" James asked.

"I think 28 is a perfect age for marriage, don't you?" Lily giggled.

"I waited for you for you to date me for six years, I can wait ten more"

Lily hit his arm gently.

"You wanker"

But she loved him.

James smiled.

"Let's get you home"

Lily nodded. She was exhausted.

James drove away leaving Petunia's neighborhood behind. And Lily hoped her sister would be okay.

[felixgreene-rp]

Your favorite funny (?) man ;-)

Full name: Felix Greene

Age: 37 (July 4th, Cancer)

Occupation: Promoter at Lyric Hyperion

Gender: Cisgender man

Sexual Orientation: Bi-curious

Height: 6'0"

Traits: Passionate, goofy, secretive, impulsive

Pet/s: Bull Terrier named Jojo

Fun fact: He loves to make soup for his friends. Not the best cook but can make a mean clam chowder.

(TW drugs, overdose, mental illness)

Felix's parents immigrated from Scotland to Pennsylvania before he was born. Philly was all Felix knew but his family never let him forget his Scottish roots. They imbued a sense of pride, a sense of community and a sense of identity for him at a young age.

Felix was always the kid who'd put on skits for his mom and dad. In high school he was a bit of a class clown. Everyone knew him as funny guy. This inspired him at 20 to move to LA, start writing material and reaching out to clubs. Everyone gets a shot in LA, right? Right? This did not bode well for Felix.

His jokes weren't landing with audiences outside of his inner circle. Crickets. A pity chuckle once in a while. Onstage he suddenly felt lonely. Was everyone around him wrong? Or worse, lying to his face? Felix couldn't handle the rejection so he turned to what his ex-best friend recommended: coke.

At first, Felix was nervous. Cocaine, dude? His friend, who also was an aspiring comedian, nodded and said it'd give him the boost he needed. So he tried it and fuck, he loved it. Eventually Felix's friend hooked him up with his dealer. From there, the spiral began.

Felix was already quite familiar with pot and alcohol. Then it was coke. Then he thought Why not? with pills. Felix tried anything he could get his hands on at one point in his life. So what if no one thought he was gonna make it in stand-up? At least he had drugs. Drugs made him feel better about his situation. About himself!

"Hey man, you alright?" His ex-friend knocked on the bathroom door at a get together. No response. "Dude. C'mon man, what the fuck?" Still nothing. His friend started to worry. "Guys? Could you help me break down this door. Felix locked himself in there and I don't think he's doing okay."

Felix's overdose sobered up everyone around him. Immediately he was brought to a hospital via ambulance and after detoxing, was admitted to rehab for 6 months. Felix? Felix are you still with me? You have Bipolar 1 disorder. Felix couldn't believe it. The doctor explained how his big move to LA plus the drugs triggered a manic episode and that he was lucky to be alive.

In a NA meeting, Felix met a comedy vet who was also sober. This vet eventually became his sponsor and introduced Felix to other sober comedians. Felix knew so much about comedy, one of them offered him a job. Felix worked his way up to promoter and now is 4 years clean. He loves his job and loves his community in Los Angeles. He is grateful for his sobriety and now feels like he can focus on other things...like his nonexistent dating life.

[loveandthings11]

How Deep My Love Goes, Chapter 15

My boy Squiggle cooked up this chapter for me 😏

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Fic Summary: A fix-it alongside canon that answers the question "how would things change if Rava said yes?" 💗

Chapter Summary: Kendall and Rava return to England- and go to Scotland.

The Aquarium

“Are you aware of how a wine’s value skyrockets when it’s kept correctly?” Connor’s saying matter-of-factly as he takes a sip at Kendall and Rava’s table. “Rava, you have got to go test your club’s wine cellar. You don’t know how they’re keeping your bottles in your locker out there.” Rava nods along. “Actually, you have any you keep in your place here?”

“Um, no, we just have it brought in when we’re having someone over for dinner, or for me one or two bottles at a time.”

Kendall stares into space. She’s always considerate, but he knows she used to keep the investment wine collection in their building’s cellar. He feels bad but he’s glad she doesn’t keep it there anymore. He’s mostly stopped the worst of the craving, but when the stress really hits he’s glad it’s not a casual option at his fingertips to down a bottle of thirty-year-old brunello.

Connor looks over at Kendall and decides to change topics. He figures the best way to connect is to talk business.

“Do you believe Roman and Shiv are going all the way to jolly old England just to get your mom not to vote with you and Stewy?”

Kendall’s gaze comes into focus instantly.

“They- they’re actually going to see Mom? When?”

“Didn’t know I was breaking the news. Uh, this week I think.”

Kendall thinks for a second.

“Uh, okay, okay, I have to get there first. No, second. Uh, I don’t even… you know Dad’s going to offer to redo the divorce settlement, what am I supposed to offer?”

“Well, you can offer being Caroline’s firstborn son,” Connor almost jokes.

Kendall gives him a look.

“Seriously, what do I have to convince her?”

“Well,” Rava interjects, “you have that your siblings are coming to bribe her and you’re not. What does she need from your dad? Nothing, really. But she did want you to come see her, remember?”

“Yeah, actually. She did. She did want that. Okay. Uh, okay, I’m going to go.”

Kendall looks at Rava, dying to strategize. He doesn’t want to throw Roman under the bus for being a double agent in front of Connor.

Connor looks back and forth between them.

“I’ll just excuse myself for a minute,” Connor says begrudgingly.

Kendall and Rava both watch him go hesitatingly before instantly turning back together when he’s out of the room.

Kendall shakes his head.

“What is Roman even actually going to do? We don’t know. Fuck. I- I have to go convince her to stick with me. Not like she and Shiv are on the best terms, so, like, maybe? Maybe there’s a chance, yeah?”

Rava nods.

“Yeah. Could work.”

He feels a prick of guilt asking Rava to get on another long flight. He wonders if she was glad to give up the frequent traveling while they were separated.

“Are you- do you want to come?”

She stifles a small sigh.

“Yeah. I mean, haven’t really spent any quality time with Caroline in a while.”

Kendall smiles sarcastically.

“Yeah, been about thirty years for me.”

Rava looks a little pained.

“Well, maybe you can fix that.”

He loves her optimism in the face of things he perceives as impossible.

“Yeah. Maybe,” he says.

Connor reenters the dining room and sits down.

“So, you know Willa’s been writing her play?” he starts in.

“She’s finished?” Rava asks politely.

“Yeah, and we’re staging it for friends and family in town next week. It would really help me out if you two could make it.”

“Sure, man. Yeah. We’ll be there,” Kendall assures him. But his focus is elsewhere.

……........

Roman answers Kendall’s call cooly.

“What’s up?” Roman opens.

“When were you going to tell me you and Shiv were coming to sabotage me?” Kendall leans forward in his plush jet seat and wonders how long it’ll take for Roman to recognize the plane’s background white noise.

Roman yawns.

“Ummm… after we’d done it, I think?”

“Rome. What is this, what are you doing?”

“Doing what Dad told me to, I’m supposed to tell him to fuck off? I, the beloved son? I would never do that.”

“You know, Shiv’s going to try in earnest to make this happen,” Kendall says.

“Yeah, so am I.”

Kendall shakes his head.

“Are you even still in, bro? Are you on this team with me?”

“If you win.”

Kendall thinks he sounds like Stewy.

“Are you staying with Mom too?” Kendall asks.

“Shiv didn’t want to. We got a hotel. How much you want to bet it’ll have wet sheets from this disgusting humidity no matter how many fucking stars it has?”

Kendall feels conflicting feelings as the childhood memories of rainy England come back to him.

“But don’t think that gives you an advantage,” Roman continues. “Mom’ll just get sick of you and want more of me. And you’ll get to enjoy all that lovely cuisine.”

“Uh huh,” Kendall answers. But he feels a new hope wash over him.

“It’s just us,” he mouths to Rava.

Rava raises her eyebrows.

……........

Kendall and Rava pull up to the house just as Shiv is leaving. Kendall steps out of the car’s backseat and waits for her approach.

Shiv looks to the inside of the car and can’t see Rava through the tinted windows.

“No Rava? Mom said you probably went to the pub?” She hesitates. “You didn’t, though- right?”

“What?” Kendall responds defensively. “Rava’s right here and I wasn’t at the pub. Jesus. We just got here.”

Rava steps out of the car and Kendall sees a flash of relief on Shiv’s face. He looks twice to be sure she really was just concerned. Her face returns to cool neutral in a moment.

“Dad would’ve had a field day if that’s where you were,” she says.

“Dad doesn’t need something to be true to put it out there, Shiv. He’ll always do whatever serves him. You know that’s the side you’ve chosen, right? The good fight could always use you.” He pauses and thinks of Rava’s words to him when they’d just gotten back together. “It’s not too late.”

She looks at him for a second before flipping her hair and starting to turn around.

“Sure, Ken. Whatever you say.” She strides over to Rava and gives her a real smile and a hug. Kendall watches and wonders what conversations they’ve had about him in the past. He was always curious about their once-close relationship.

Caroline appears at the door and stands as her children greet each other. She wraps her pashmina over herself. Kendall makes eye contact and nods with a smile. She returns it, If a bit more cooly than he had hoped. He tries to imagine what her talk with Shiv and Roman just was.

“You just missed your brother,” Caroline calls to Kendall.

“Oh, well. That’s fine,” Kendall says as he walks up the path to the house. He kisses her on the cheek. “Hi, Mom.”

“Hello, Kendall.” She looks right behind him at Rava walking up the path. “Rava, how nice you’ve joined too. Sorry to have you stuck in the bribery vacation, but that’s the life of a Roy wife, isn’t it?” Rava tries to open her mouth. “I keep remembering despite all the trying,” Caroline smiles. “Come in.”

Kendall rolls his eyes a little.

“We’re not- you know, we’re here to see you, Mom. But yeah, we are here to save you from the plots of the-“

“That’s nice, Kendall.” She turns to Rava again. “You hear how he thinks I don’t know why you’re all here? No visits for years but all of a sudden they can’t stay away.”

“Oh, well-“ Rava begins without knowing where the sentence is going. Caroline doesn’t need to hear it.

“I’m glad someone is here with pure intentions. Family battles are so distasteful.”

Rava hopes there’s wine.

“Didn’t think you’d all be hungry. God knows my appetite has faded after the day I’ve had,” Caroline says.

“Right, well, we ate before,” Rava finally gets out. Kendall glances around the mostly food-less kitchen.

“Yeah, didn’t want to put you out after you already had dinner,” he says drily.

Caroline gives him a wry smile as they sit down at the table and she pours Rava an extra large glass of wine.

“So. Go ahead.” She opens her arms a bit. “Pitch me.”

“Mom.” Kendall looks uncomfortable.

“Well? What else is there?”

“I- a lot?”

Caroline gives him a look that tells him to spill what he’s there for. He sighs and starts in.

……........

After a less-than-positive reception to Kendall’s pitch followed by sipping tea and forcing some pleasantries, Rava had squeezed his shoulder and said she was going to get ready for bed.

Caroline leans against the counter finishing her tea before bed while Kendall sits still at the table, feeling a little defeated. He decides it can’t hurt to try one more time.

“Mom, can I talk to you about something?”

Caroline looks reticent. She’s been being pitched all day.

“Of course. But if it’s all right with you, maybe we do it over an egg.”

He wants to argue, but wants to seem amenable at the same time.

“Uh… sure,” he concedes.

She starts to stand up from the oven where she’s leaning, but seeing her prepare to leave makes him worry this might be his only chance.

“Actually- no, I- I really want to tell you this now.” He’s been thinking it for a while and his tone makes her stay where she is a minute longer. “We- we should have come for Christmas. Way back then. We should have-“ he sighs. “I should’ve made it happen.”

“Well.” She hesitates a little as she raises her eyebrows. “You were quite young.”

“I was eighteen. I mean, yeah, young, but- I want you to know I’ve forgiven you for leaving. And I hope you forgive me for- not coming back here for a while.”

“Leaving,” she says with some bitterness. “Yes, I was the bad one who needs to be forgiven.”

“No- Mom, it’s- obviously, Dad has done some bad shit too. Uh, I just-“

“Wanted to forgive me. Hmm. Quite better at manipulation than your brother,” she says cynically. “Very convincing.”

Kendall feels a little splintered. He thinks he should have known that simply being nice wouldn’t quite solve things. He tries a different way in.

“Do you really want to help Dad? You’re on your ex-husband’s side all of a sudden?”

“Not for endless years.” She’s honest, yet still stoney.

His last resort comes out.

“Mom. Please. This is- this is just- it’s everything.” She hears the desperation in his voice, the way it lingers in the following silence.

“I hate what he’s done to you,” she says.

Kendall is struck for a moment.

“Well- well, I don’t know what that means.” He feels defensive.

“Little Logan. ‘It’s everything,’” she quotes disdainfully.

The mixed emotions swirl so quickly it makes him nauseous.

“I- no- I mean, I’m not- not trying-“

“This bauble he dangles in front of you all, it’s not good for you. I don’t like it.”

He looks confused.

“Us all? No. It’s me. It’s always been mine and he fucking- you know, he took it for himself, he couldn’t work out that he should just fucking retire.”

She really looks at his face for a long moment.

“You were such a good boy. You loved that aquarium in your bedroom here.”

“The- what?”

“You’ve forgotten?”

“Well- no, of course not,” he says truthfully, thrown off.

“You watched it forever. Named all the fish. Sweet boy.” She shakes her head. “Stolen for board meetings.”

He feels like his parents are each holding one of his arms running in opposite directions.

“No one forced me.”

Caroline looks almost amused.

“No? Well, we all block out things that aren’t so pleasant to remember.”

He sighs and tries to think back.

“I do want this.” He pauses. “But, uh, what happened to that wall aquarium? It was huge.”

“Still there, I expect it’s the aquatic descendants now, cared for by staff.” Kendall feels strangely guilty.

“I’m gonna go see them, actually.”

She watches him get up from the table and turn toward his preteen bedroom.

He enters the room and realizes it’s been years since he’d stepped foot in there. The gentle movement of the water catches his eye immediately. The aquarium takes up almost the entire wall and at least 10 feet back. Its skylight was one of his favorite parts. He smiles at the memory of how the sunlight used to filter in in the morning through the blue water.

The bedside lamps are dimly lit and he can see some slow evening swimming going on. He sits down on the bed and gazes in at the way the light refracts off the beautiful creatures’ shiny, colorful scales as they move comfortably through the water. He’d always wanted to scuba dive inside the tank with them, but his nanny had smiled and said that wouldn’t go well. He’d protested that the professionals who cared for the fish and cleaned the tank got to do it all the time.

“Well, maybe you’ll be a marine biologist after all,” the nanny told him. “Then you’ll be in the water as much as you want.”

Sometimes he’d wished he could become a fish and be unaware of anything about land.

Caroline quietly walks in and sits down next to him. He glances over and wonders if the lack of space is her way of connecting.

“I’m still a good guy, you know. I mean, I’m trying. And I still like these guys,” he gestures to the fish.

“Now that you remember they’re here.”

He nods seriously.

“Sometimes you need a reminder I guess.” He looks carefully at the ones in the front by the glass. “I think I remember those two. With the, uh, mirror scales.”

“Their descendants. But what’s the difference, right?”

The silence is full.

“There is a difference.” He turns toward her even as she continues staring into the aquarium. “It’s not the same. The way he did things… I’m going to transform the company.” She’s still quiet. “I’m not him, Mom.”

She looks at him and sees a bit of the spark from his creative days. She moves to the next on her list of objections to stop the uncomfortable intimacy.

“Well. Choosing between my sons is distasteful.”

Kendall hesitates.

“It’s- you know, I’m going to take care of Roman. And Shiv, if she wants. But definitely Rome. He and I-“ he looks at her cautiously. “I think he’s going to be fine either way.” She catches the meaning and he decides to try to push the point home. “I- I mean, I can’t speak for what Dad will do with him. But he’d be my COO. The offer’s been made.”

“Hmm. I’ll take that under advisement,” she replies. He knows that’s it for the night.

“Thanks for keeping the aquarium,” he says. He chuckles a little. “I kind of wish I could take it.”

“Oh yes, take the one thing that makes you want to come back and visit.”

He looks at her.

“It’s not the one thing.”

There’s a twinkle in her eye.

“Well. You’ll come more often then. Visit your fish.”

He nods.

“Yeah.”

She turns and walks out of the room as he watches the reflections of the water move on the wall. He reaches over and turns off the bedside lamps so he can sit in the dark for a minute, breathing quietly with the fish. He gets up in silence, slowly walking down the hall to the bedroom where he’s staying with Rava. She lies peacefully sleeping and he gets ready for bed as quietly as he can.

He climbs into bed and spoons Rava, laying his head down right behind hers and waking her up just a little bit.

“You talk to your mom?” she murmurs.

“Yeah. And saw my fish from when I was a kid. Or, their grandkids or something.”

Rava smiles sleepily.

“Grandfish. Did you…?”

“Convince her? I dunno. It was a little rough. But maybe. I told her about Roman,” he says a little doubtfully. “Not sure if that was a good idea. But might have helped my case.”

“Mmm,” Rava responds sleepily.

“Yeah,” he smiles a slightly defeated smile. “Okay. Bedtime.”

Rava holds his arm over her.

“We can get some fish,” she whispers.

“Yeah? For Ivey?”

“In Ivey’s room… for Ken.”

He laughs a little.

“Okay. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

……........

Shiv looks at Kendall across Caroline’s breakfast table.

“Of course she left,” Shiv says, crossing her arms.

��At least she left stuff for us,” Kendall says.

“Mm. Defender of Mom now? Roman’ll fight you for her.”

Kendall gives her an annoyed look and they sit in silence for a minute.

Shiv looks at her watch.

“I have to go, I have a meeting.”

“With?” Kendall asks.

“Oh, you know. Just work stuff.” Shiv avoids eye contact and tucks her hair behind her ear.

“Work stuff?” he asks suspiciously. “Like- Gil?”

“Not everything is your concern, Ken.”

Shiv gives him a plastic smile and walks out.

Kendall sits at the table and Googles democratic presidential candidates to try and figure out what Shiv is actually doing.

“Eggy peggs?” Roman asks, padding into the kitchen.

“Yeah, Mom made you some before she left this morning,” Kendall nods to the bowl next to the stove.

Roman gladly picks up his breakfast and sits down at the table with Kendall.

“So, did you try your lack of charm on our mother last night?” Roman asks. “Which way is she gonna go, her favorite son-“ he gestures to himself “-or the the black sheep outside the family?”

Kendall looks at him drily.

“I don’t know how she’s voting.”

“Seriously?” Roman asks.

“Seriously.” He feels the tension he’s been trying to tamp down. He needs to know which way his brother is actually leaning. “What- what do you actually want, Rome, honestly? Like, if Mom votes with me, are you actually going to be there?”

“I don’t- what? It doesn’t really fucking matter at this point,” Roman responds.

“What does that mean?”

“It means, you know, Dad’s going to give it to Shiv, maybe, anyway.”

Kendall almost laughs.

“Shiv? Fucking- what? Where is this coming from?”

Roman looks amused.

“You didn’t hear? She basically announced it to everyone at Tern Haven. Fucking glorious. A meltdown. Ten out of ten.”

“What? So you’ve known this for how fucking long now? Weeks? When were you going to tell me that?”

“Whenever I deemed it best for me-“ Roman feigns confusion. “I thought we talked about this? I do what’s best for me.”

“What’s best for you is working for me!” Kendall splutters. Roman rolls his eyes as Kendall continues. “You think Dad is looking after your best interests? Giving the company to Shiv? Is he- what, is he actually losing his mind now?”

“No! He’s fucking- you know, he’s great, he’s like fifty in his mind-“

Kendall’s not listening.

“Is this why she was at the office the day Mark- Mark Johnson, you know?”

Roman’s thrown off.

“Who’s Mark Johnson?”

“He’s the- the guy who,” Kendall looks away from Roman. “Who shot himself. You already forgot his name?”

“Uh, probably never knew it. But I’m sure Dad giving away my future was why Shiv was there, yeah.”

“Our future.” Kendall lets his face fall into his hands. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Shiv said she had a meeting to go to. You think it’s about the company?”

“I don’t know.”

Kendall looks up into the air.

“Did Mom know about this?” He wonders if that’s what she was referring to last night when she implied her kids were fighting over the CEO position. His CEO position.

“How should I know?” Roman asks.

“You think Shiv told her?”

“Yes, in one of Mom’s famed heart-to-hearts with Shiv, I’m sure she shared her deepest secrets,” Roman says a little bitterly. “Clearly, Shiv doesn’t tell me everything.”

Kendall looks over at him.

“Shiv really didn’t tell you Dad talked to her about CEO?”

Roman squirms at the vulnerability of being honest.

“No.”

“And neither did Dad,” Kendall points out. One’s not better than the other at this point. He’s so annoyed. What’s it going to take to get Roman on his side publicly?

Roman looks at the ceiling and takes a bite of eggs.

“You’re so subtle with your little insinuations. This doesn’t mean I’m just on your side,” Roman says snidely.

“Why not?!” Kendall asks with exasperation. “Seriously, what is it that you have a problem with?”

Roman shakes his head and smiles as he gestures to Kendall.

“This, man. I can’t with the…” he waves his arm at his brother. “You’re so-“

“What?” Kendall implores him.

“You take yourself so fuckin’ seriously.”

“And look how far it’s gotten me, bro. What the fuck? Not taking anything seriously is not going to make you CEO. I know how Dad thinks. It’s not gonna be you. He picked Shiv over you. Shiv. Doesn’t have a Wall Street contact in her phone, I guarantee you. But still Shiv.”

Roman looks wounded and angry that he feels hurt. Kendall backpedals a bit.

“I’m sorry, man. I know it sucks. Seriously, if anyone, like- I fucking know. But if he doesn’t want me-? I- fifteen years, bro. Shanghai, MBA. He said no? And he’s trying to put in someone who literally knows nothing about how this works- he isn’t logical. And he is not going to give it to you.”

“It’s not about me getting CEO- I- yeah, that would be nice. But you- you want to kill him or something.”

“I love Dad. I also- sometimes hate him, but I don’t want to kill him. I just want what’s right. What was promised.”

Roman picks at the wooden table as Kendall looks at him questioningly.

“Well, even if I said yes- and I’m not saying that I’m- saying yes, but Sandy is holding your little strings, so I don’t know that he’d want a defector.”

“Are you kidding me? Sandy would-“ Kendall stops himself as he remembers Sandy’s words at Tom’s bachelor party. There may or may not be a place for your brother. “I’ll work it out with him. You’d have some information he would be very interested in.”

“We’ll see. When’s mom coming back?”

Kendall hesitates.

“Uh, she’s not. She left for her trip.” He says it gently, but he knows he’s driving the point home. No one else is here.

……........

Rava comes into the kitchen after Roman’s left and sits by Kendall, who has his elbows on the table, fingers touching, staring into space as he thinks.

“Hey,” she greets him. He almost jumps as her voice yanks him back to the present moment.

“Hey.”

“You good?” She lays her hand on his shoulder. “Did you decide about trying to go to your dad’s new school here?”

“Uh… yeah. I think he’d just tell me fuck off if I try. There’ll be press, not a good look.” He tries not to look too disappointed but Rava can tell how he’s feeling.

“Sure,” she agrees.

“You know he brought Rhea here? Pierce fired her and now she’s just flying around with Dad?”

Rava raises her eyebrows.

“Wow. There’s an unlikely pairing.”

Kendall shakes his head.

“He puts way too much stock in what his latest uh, interest says when he just met her. Sally Anne had him buying houses in, like, a month. I feel like I need to get on Rhea’s good side.”

“Because he’s likely to offer you the role now that you’ve been trashing him on TV?” Rava smiles. “Pretty sure you’re taking it by force now.”

“Well I- I had to, I don’t- fuck.” Rava pats his back. He doesn’t know how to form a strategy without it revolving around Logan’s approval.

“You still want it the right way. I get it.”

He glances at her and sighs.

“Couldn’t hurt if she liked me enough to stop him from using anything he can to destroy me,” he says.

“I guess that’s true.”

She knows he needs this.

“How?”

“I don’t know yet.”

……........

Kendall’s phone buzzes in their Dundee hotel suite later that day. He hesitates when he sees Rhea’s name but decides to pick up.

“Hello, Rhea.”

“I noticed you didn’t come to the unveiling today,” she says.

“I, uh, yeah, I didn’t think that seemed like a good idea.”

“I think your dad was a bit disappointed. He asked about you.”

Is this a trick?

“He- why? He wanted me to go?”

“I think he did.”

She’s cunning. But it’s hard to tell when he wants it so badly to be true. He automatically glances around for Rava. She would know. But she’s out with the kids.

“Why don’t you come to the anniversary party?” Rhea asks in his ear. He’s painfully tempted.

“Yeah? Uh, I don’t know that that’s the right move either.”

“I think your dad would really appreciate you making a special tribute to him. Show him that business is just business?”

“Uh,” Kendall smiles sadly at her perceived naivetè. “He might not go for that.”

“More than you think,” Rhea says. “Trust me.”

“Well, I missed the recording session for the video everyone’s made with their speeches to him, so…”

“I’m sure you can figure it out,” she says neatly.

He thinks about it as the call ends.

That evening, he sits on the couch leaning over his notebook, where he’s been writing and rewriting for half an hour. Rava looks over from the other end of the sofa and gets curious.

“What are you writing? I thought you said you missed the recording session for your dad,” she says.

“I did. But don’t worry, I’m doing something better.”

Rava’s leans over and puts her arms around him from the side. He turns the notebook away from her and smiles.

“That’s not gonna work,” he says.

She laughs and reaches for it as he holds it out of her grasp and closes it.

“No,” he insists.

“Show me!”

“Nope.”

She unbuttons some of her sweater buttons.

“You’re not distracting me with sex so you can grab this notebook,” he says.

“I’m not?” she asks innocently. She drops the sweater off her shoulders and he grazes his fingers over her bra before holding the notebook over his eyes. She slowly reaches for it.

“No. You’re going to be surprised just like everyone else,” he smiles. “Put your clothes back on,” he teases, looking over the notebook for another glance. He shakes his head in joking disapproval. “Naughty girl.”

He goes back to writing and Rava turns her attention back to the TV as she tries unsuccessfully to steal peeks at his pages.

His phone lights up and she grabs it while he reaches for it. She playfully holds it away from him and looks at the text preview.

“Squiggle?” she laughs. “He still goes by Squiggle, huh?” The name their college friend had given himself had always made her shake her head, even back then.

“Give me that!” He reaches over her and takes the phone back.

“Are you writing a song??” she asks him.

“No. Maybe. I’m figuring it out. You’ll see.” He flashes her a smile and walks into the other room.

……........

At Logan’s 50th anniversary celebration, Kendall and Rava walk around looking at the photos on the wall.

“The Denver Chronicle!” Rava points at one piece. “Aww, I remember that.” Kendall smiles but he seems distracted, glancing around.

“Hey,” she says, and he turns toward her.

“Sorry. Yeah. Things were easier then.” He actually looks at the picture. “Oh, it’s me.”

“Yeah,” Rava laughs a little. “That’s what I was looking at.” A picture of twenty-one-year-old Kendall standing with Logan outside the Chronicle offices looks back at them.

Kendall sighs.

“He really fucking… thought I could do it then.” He pauses. “And he thought so a year and a half ago..” The question of what went wrong burns wordlessly.

“Ken. Him changing his mind is about him. Not you. Come on,” she guides him away from the photo. He wants to lay his forehead on her shoulder and stay there. “Come on,” she says again, encouraging him to walk with a little more pep.

He turns back to the party and looks around for Shiv, spotting her across the room with Tom.

He makes his way over to her, feeling like he needs to extract some information after her cagey answers to his questions in England.

“Uh, hey, welcome to the club, sis,” he opens.

“The club?”

“Club of people who have fallen for Dad’s games? I mean, I was seven when I believed him, and you’re thirty-four, but I guess we’re in the same club now.”

“Wow, Kendall. I see you’re still a dick.”

“Sure. And you’re still a fake. What are you doing? Seriously.”

“I’m doing whatever I want,” she says flippantly.

“Are you? How was the meeting you had in London?”

“Fine.”

“Did it lead to anything?” he asks.

“Maybe. Could be an offer.”

Kendall smiles sarcastically.

“You think that’s gonna work? Dad’s going to come around and try to stop you from leaving because you have an offer? You don’t get it, Shiv. He doesn’t want you to have it. He wants to control you.”

“I think you’re talking to yourself,” Shiv replies. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Wow. Okay. Well, maybe you should try talking to yourself to figure out why you’re really doing this.”

She stares at him and drops her attitude for a second.

“I’ve done the thing I was never going to do. I can’t undo that.”

“Except that you literally can. It’s the thing I was always going to do.”

“Can’t handle a little competition?” she taunts.

“I’d just prefer not to have to crush my little sister.”

“Oh, you just want to try to crush our dad.”

Kendall shrugs.

“He tried to crush me first.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Shiv, you could do whatever you want. Go back to DC, start your own- whatever you want, consulting firm, news station, anything. You can undo this. He doesn’t have to control you, you don’t have to get in the middle of this.”

“I can go play in my own sandbox? Play corporate house?”

“How is founding your own company playing house? That’s what Dad did.”

This statement gives both of them pause. Not wanting to appear as though she’s taking his words seriously, she rolls her eyes.

“I think you just can’t handle anyone challenging you,” she says defiantly, although a bit less so than before.

“You’re not a challenge,” Kendall shoots back.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself,” she says.

“The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.”

She gives him a look like he is insane.

“What the fuck does that mean? Have you actually lost it this time?”

“Marcus Aurelius. Aren’t you the one dining with the literati now?” Kendall asks with a smirk.

He walks away as he glances at his watch. It’s time for the tribute. He walks past Rava and gives her a look, heading up to the stage. He takes the mic.

“Rhea suggested I do this little tribute…” he’s not listening to himself as he looks out at Shiv and her doubt, Roman and his low expectations, Connor and his amusement, Logan and his cautious boredom.

Then there’s Rava and her hope. She’s never stopped wanting him to be his best. Even when she couldn’t let herself believe, even when she was protecting herself, she still believed, deep down, that he could be anything. A monk, a father, a founder, a CEO…

a rapper.

Kendall takes a deep breath.

“My boy Squiggle cooked up this beat for me.”

The backtrack has everyone looking around at each other.

“Squiggle?” Roman mouths at Rava. He looks sarcastically delighted.

Rava puts up her hands.

“I had nothing to do with this,” she confirms.

“Just remember, I’m not a professional,” Kendall says.

There’s energy that fills the room and seems to seep into some as it pours into others. Everyone is staring, some open-mouthed, some confused, and some, like Shiv, gleeful. Greg dances awkwardly and Tom misses the fact that Greg knows a few of the words. Roman tries his best to sink into the floor, but Kendall’s not deterred by his lack of excitement.

“…since I Stan Dad, I’m alive and well.”

Rava makes a face at that line, but through the surprise and second-hand embarrassment, she’s a little impressed. She’s never seen a performance outside of the car. Not a sober one, anyway. He’s good at this. No matter what everyone thinks, they all have their eyes on Kendall. And he loves it. As the performance heads toward the grand finale, Kendall heads into the audience.

“L to the-“ he holds the microphone up to Rava.

“O-G?” she says uncertainly. He can see she’s looking at him like he’s crazy, but the last reaction that matters the most is, of course, Logan’s.

“L to the- motherfuckin’ O-G.” He ends the song by putting a hat on his father’s head.

Roman looks at Rava and they both wonder if Kendall’s gone insane and whether Logan is going to implode. No words are needed as they both turn their attention to Logan’s surprisingly neutral reaction.

“What is Dad doing? What’s he thinking?” Roman asks frantically. Rava, still in shock, just shrugs. She doesn’t even know how to feel. Roman smirks and takes a moment to be himself. “Just think, you were this close to being out!” he exclaims at Rava before giggling and walking over to where Logan is waving off the many question-askers now that Kendall’s walked away.

Rava walks toward the nearest exit to see if Kendall went through it. Her questions compete for priority in her head.

He’s on his phone watching footage someone just sent him of his big moment. He looks up at her with some wild energy.

“I feel like he didn’t hate it, which is basically the best you could hope for, you know?

Rava hesitates.

“Yeah… I mean, you were amazing. But I thought you were maybe… over that level of worship of him, Ken. Those lyrics?”

He crosses his arms.

“Right to the criticism, huh?”

“No- I just- what I mean is that you were just saying he can’t run the company, he engaged with bad actors, Mo!- and now you’re saying he’s wonderful, so-“

“Yeah. He’s both. And I’m fucking trying to ruin him so is it the worst fucking thing to do something nice?”

Rava tries not to sigh out loud.

“It kind of seems like you’re undermining yourself.” But she starts to feel fatigue with the whole situation. Let the therapist be the therapist, she thinks. “Well, anyway. You are quite the performer,” she smiles.

He decides to let the first part go.

“Maybe I should’ve done this with my life,” he says, only half-joking. She lays her hand on his forearm.

“Well, you don’t have to be only one thing.”

He shrugs.

“I’m only made for one thing.”

“That’s not true,” she tells him. “You’re already many things.”

He looks at her blankly.

“As in…”

She stares back and wonders if he will ever stop feeling like he’s nothing without the title.

She squeezes his arm and starts to gather a list in her head.

“Uh, well, maybe he’ll go easy on me in DC now,” he suggests, moving the conversation forward. She likes that the adrenaline brings out optimism she doesn’t get to see as often as she’d like.

“I certainly hope so.”

They stand quietly for a moment, both glancing back into the ballroom. He’s curious about everyone’s reactions but doesn’t want to deal with all the dragging.

“So…” he starts. “Get out of here?”

Rava nods.

“Um, yes, please, let’s go.”

He takes her hand and starts to walk.

“So, you all prepared for DC?” Rava asks.

“Sure, I mean, the lawyers will prep me.” She can tell he’s internally nervous.

“But you’re feeling…?”

“Uh, okay. Yeah. It’ll be fine.”

“Maybe your boy Squiggle can cook up some testimony for you.”

“Okay,” he smirks and nods along.

“Born on the East Side… still on the East Side?”

“You’re not writing a rap about me.”

“Oh, I might be.”

He looks at her drily.

“See?” she asks. “I’m already multiple things and just added another one.”

“Yeah, well. You’re… yeah, you’re everything.”

She looks into his eyes for a second.

“So are you, Ken.”

[thekatebridgerton]

Kate is so doting to poor little Gregory, treating him as her child. Glaring daggers at his ‘cruel father’ AKA Anthony.

She is so sweet, gentle, kind to sweet poor Greg. Gregory asking her with puppy eyes if she would become his new mother and that’s how Kate gets convinced into wedded Anthony to mother this poor, loveless child. The bee sting was an excuse for Anthony to be a shameless rake and suck on her boobs.

This is from the Gregory pranks Anthony au

And let’s just say that Gregory lays it on thick with Kate, because he’s been victimized! He’s been ignored! and denied by his own father!. His aunts and uncles all act like he’s their little brother,  But now Kate knows the terrible secret of his birth that Dadthony has been trying to hide.

And I love how unhinged this au is because Anthony, for once is innocent, but Kate is treating him like a total criminal, also the Bridgertons are treating this like a secret they only shared with Kate ‘because she’s special’ and imagine what scandal it would be if it got out. Lady Whistledown and even Violet, when she comes back from Scotland, at one point seems to be in on the joke. Mostly because Violet is acting like nothing is wrong with Gregory going around pretending to Anthony's son. And because the LW column starts talking about Anthony’s ‘fatherly qualities’ and ‘what a shame it would be if his chosen bride didn’t love kids’ all because Penelope (and Colin) are getting a kick out of Anthony’s progression into insanity. And Violet is adamantly refusing to help Anthony clear his name from what she calls a ‘harmless prank of his little brother’ also because Kate looks like Viscountess material. Look how well she gets along with Gregory.

It gets funnier, because out of everyone else, it’s Edwina who believes Anthony isn’t Gregory’s dad. (‘Hey Benedict, is Anthony really Gregory’s dad?’ ‘Absolutely not, but we’re going along with it’ ‘oh, okay, thanks for confirming’)  But Edwina knowing Greg is Anthony’s little brother, just makes Kate think that her sister is being taken advantage of by some smooth talking crook, because his convincing powers are too great, and that if Edwina accepts Anthony’s courtship, poor Gregory will have to live a life where he goes unacknowledged by his father’s wife. That poor child, Kate will fight for his rights as an heir.

Gregory meanwhile is plotting to get himself a new overprotective sister in law, who will defend him, and nag Anthony about fatherhood for the rest of his life. Dropping very heavy hints that if she wants to save him from injustice so much, she should marry Anthony, because Gregory wants a step mother who will love him * dramatic puppy eyes for Kate*

And look the Bee thing was 100% an accident, Anthony just wanted to have a normal adult conversation with this maddening sexy woman who was driving him insane and things just…happened. Not that he regrets it. But he would at least have liked for Gregory and Hyacinth to not have been hiding in the bushes when Lady Featherington and Violet caught them in the garden Ok!!

And that’s the hot tea

[emilythedog661-tf2]

Background Info of Spynequa and Dannie

So with the popularity of her and her boyfriend even when Spynequa was meant to be a joke character as i thought it was funny seeing spy in a wig, here is the background info of Spynequa and Dannie

First off is Spynequa

Name - Spynequa

Sexuality - Male to Female Trans and Bixsexual

Birth Name - Jules

Age - 39

Birthplace - France

Favourite Colour - Blue and Purple

Personality - Flirty, Sassy, Drama Queen, Says 'Darling, Chéri and Chérie' a lot, Kind, a Princess, spoilt and very Extroverted

Job - A Drag Queen, Actress and A Supermodel

Hobbies - Makes Clothes, Sewing, Reading and very athletic doing many sports

Story - Spynequa is in fact, Spy's Cousin, Her mother and Spy's mother are twins who married twins men and its why Spynequa looks like Spy, She also likes to act like Spy sometimes as a disguise so it why she also dresses as Spy, Spynequa was born a boy named Jules and it wasn't till she was 8 when she realises that she petered being a girl instead of a boy, of course, her family didn't approve of this due to the time period so she hid her trans transition as she was taking trans pills in secret taking trans pills till she moved out at 19 to her own place, when she moved out, she sadly couldn't have boobs but she didn't mind as her Spy cover would be blown if she had them, Spynequa is now a successful fashion star, model and actress which she showers over to the point she does act a little entitled and spoilt, she still keep in close contact with Spy now and again and the pair do favours for each other with only a cousin's day out in return, Spynequa also has Dannie who she met at a Plane show 5 years ago, to her, he was handsome and really cute so she asked him out which he agreed instantly which made her happy and a little confused on why he accepted right away, the pair are how happy together and they hope to get married soon and have kids before they reach their 40s, Spynequa is a happy woman and she always thanks Spy for it as if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't get to where she is today.

Now for Dannie

Name - Dannie

Sexuality - Female to Male Trans and Bisexual

Birth Name - Danielle

Age - 34

Birthplace - Scotland and raised in Ireland 

Favoirite Colour - Indigo, Blue and Orange

Personality - Cocky, Naive, Daredevil, Kind, Sweet, Mentally Drained by People, A little Lazy and slightly egotistical

Job - Plane Driver and StuntDevil

Hobbies - Flying Planes, Driving Cars, Driving Boats, SkyDiving, Stunt Double for Movies and TV Shows and Dancing

Story - Dannie is somewhat related to Demoman being the niece to Demoman's aunt who married into the family, Dannie was born a girl named Danielle and he really wanted to be a pilot like his dad but due to him being born girl, he couldn't get far as woman were 'meant to cook, clean and have babies' according to his grandfather, so, in secret, he started disguising himself as a man to get his pilot licence which worked until he realises that he loved being a man so he started the transition from female to male, by the time Dannie was 20, he had his boobs removed and grow facial hair but for some reason, couldn't bring himself to have his uterus removed so he kept it and still had periods every month, Dannie was 29 when he met Spynequa while Spynequa was 34 and Dannie thought Spynequa looked beautiful which is why he accepted Spynequa's date offer, the pair hit it off and it wasn't till 6 months of dating where Dannie revealed he was trans to Spynequa, Spynequa was first stunned to hear Dannie was Trans as he didn't look trans at all but then she accepted him and the pair have been closer since, Dannie hopes in the future, he will propose to Spynequa and will happily have with her if she wants any.

Bonus - Both Spynequa and Dannie haven't really met the other mercenaries that Spy and Demoman are working with but they do know that Spy and Demo are in the same Mercenary Job and they also know that Spy and Demoman are dating which they think a cute.

That's all to Spynequa and Dannie, i hope you like their backstory and i'll see you all soon for more SFM pictures