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eliotquillon · 2 months ago

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Okay there’s that part in Both Sides Now where Cameron tells Chase she’ll destroy the sperm and they can’t hug because they’re scrubbed. How many sappy couples things do you think Foreman or Wilson or House or even Cuddy has seen them doing? Can be drabble if you wish!

this all ended up being set at the start of s4 and you know what. i’m not mad about it.

i. Wilson

It is a given, almost, that Cameron gets a job in the ER. The nurses like her, she’s happy to work unsociable hours, and all the external candidates for the role are male—Cuddy will always jump at the chance to promote another woman. “And maybe she can reel House back in from the deep end,” Cuddy suggests hopefully to Wilson one morning. Wilson doesn’t have the heart to tell her that he’s got his own plans for how to weaponise Cameron against his best friend.

It isn’t as easy for Chase. Sure, House provides him a glowing reference—well, signs a glowing reference pre-written by Cameron, same difference—but surgery has always been a competitive department; the fact that most licensed surgeons in New Jersey hate House on principle doesn’t exactly help matters. “I told him to apply to Princeton General,” Cameron says conversationally at lunch, winding a strand of her newly-blonde hair around her finger with a frown, “but he really wants to stay here.”

Wilson pays a vague kind of attention to the saga—mostly, of course, to ascertain just when he should start putting the pressure on House to start hiring again—but it’s only a few weeks later when he realises Chase has the job. He’s sitting in his parked car, trying to undo whatever the hell House has managed to do to his cell phone—it involved three sticks of gum and what appears to be a magnet—when he hears someone make a loud oof!, and he looks up.

“You got it?” Cameron asks excitedly, loud enough that Wilson can hear her through his closed windows; she has her arms wrapped tight around Chase’s neck and he’s spinning her around the parking lot like she weighs nothing. For the first time in a while, Wilson feels suddenly aware of the fact that Cameron is ten, fifteen years younger than him. It never really seems that way, when she’s worrying her lip while debating him in House’s office, or when she’s arguing with him frustratedly about a terminal patient’s chances, but right now she looks worlds away from the doleful woman he’s used to seeing around Diagnostics. “Oh my God, Robert, that’s amazing!”

Wilson watches as Chase sets her down tenderly—like she hasn’t just spent twelve hours being vomited and bled on in the ER—and say something inaudible, before pressing a kiss to her cheek. The devotion is really quite sweet, Wilson thinks, even as he desperately hopes that neither of them glance over and see him looking. He’ll have to see if there’s a betting pool as to when they’ll get married.

I wonder if House’ll believe they’re engaged already, Wilson thinks with sudden glee, and when he next looks over at Chase and Cameron, they’ve already disappeared back into the hospital.

ii. House and Cuddy

“I’m here to put in a human resources complaint,” House announces as he walks into Cuddy’s office one morning, fresh off the back of being scarred for life in the lobby. “It’s about blond and blonder.”

“First of all, this is not HR,” Cuddy says, without looking up from her paperwork. She’s wearing a particularly low-cut blue sweater today, which might have provided some passable eye bleach if only she weren’t so insistent on sitting up straight in her chair. “Second of all, even if it was HR, you have fifty-seven outstanding complaints against you that you need to address before you even think of accusing other people. Third of all, you’re gonna have to try harder if you want to trick me into firing Cameron and Chase.”

This is deeply offensive, House thinks, not least because it was technically his fault that Chase and Cameron ever got hired in the first place, and therefore his word should be the final say on the matter. “They’re holding hands,” he complains, “in the lobby. It’s an infection control issue.”

“Cameron’s working nights this week,” Cuddy counters, “and Chase was on call. They’re both going home. Even if they weren’t, they’re not idiots. Stop being jealous because nobody ever wants to hold your hand.” Well, Cameron did want to hold my hand once, House almost says, but thinks better of it.

“It’s disrespectful,” he insists. “Think of poor Wilson! Constantly being reminded of his own inability to keep a woman!”

“Unless I missed something deeply concerning about Cameron, I don’t think that’s their problem,” Cuddy deadpans. “What is this really about?”

House checks his watch surreptitiously, and tries not to grin around his responding mouthful of Vicodin. “Oh, nothing,” he says. “Just so you know, my patient’s in surgery now. That Taub guy’s on it. You know, I might just have to hire him.”

He sees the exact moment it sinks in: Cuddy’s head snaps up, her eyes widen, and there’s the lean over the desk he was looking for. “Your patient with the DNR?” she says shrilly. “House!”

iii. Foreman

“Hey, you can’t be here,” Cameron nudges Foreman with her foot, startling him from his new copy of the NEJ of M. She’s wielding two cups of coffee, though, so her next chastisement—“This lounge is for ER staff only,”—is clearly intended only to tease. Foreman accepts the proffered drink gratefully, and shudders.

“I needed a break,” he says wearily. “House’s reality TV mind games are driving me insane. Cutthroat Bitch won’t leave me alone because she thinks I have some say in who gets hired.” As if, Foreman thinks bitterly, and takes a large swig of coffee to try and clear his head.

“Cutthroat—oh, you mean the blonde one,” Cameron realises. She takes a prim sip from her mug, and offers, “Chase thinks she’s a shoo-in, if you want to get in on the betting pool.”

“Well, I think she’s ontologically evil,” Foreman mutters, “so I hope not.” It doesn’t matter anyway, he thinks. Kutner is just enough like House to be guaranteed a spot—especially since Cuddy clearly wanted him gone; Taub offers enough opportunities for House to poke and prod for him to be too irresistible; Cuddy will most likely insist on a woman, but whether it comes down to Thirteen or Amber is really just chance, and Foreman doubts he’ll care particularly for either. Cameron opens her mouth to say something—maybe about the ethics of him accusing a woman of being Satan incarnate—except she locks eyes with someone across the room and her whole face lights up and Foreman thinks, with great misery, oh no.

“My shift just finished,” Chase greets Cameron, kissing the top of her head and leaning over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He’s still in scrubs. “I’m just gonna go get my stuff from my locker. Want me to get you anything from the cafeteria while I’m up?” Notably, he does not bother to greet Foreman.

“I’m okay,” Cameron demurs. The height difference between them, especially with her sitting and Chase standing, means she easily loops her arm around his waist; Foreman finds himself looking hopefully around the break room for a window to throw himself out of. “I’m off in three, so I’ll come by yours later?”

“I’ll leave the door open,” Chase says, kissing her forehead again when she relinquishes him, and then he finally seems to notice Foreman’s presence. “Oh, hey Foreman. Any news on the new fellows?”

“I hope Amber wins,” Foreman says through gritted teeth. “I hope she kills me in my sleep.”

#asks #house md #allison cameron #robert chase #james wilson #lisa cuddy #eric foreman #gregory house

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bronx-bomber87 · 1 year ago

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Happy Tuesday Fandom! If that's a thing lol Officially half way through s3. Insane. I love this episode. It’s one giant married moment. They are at the height of their banter and marriage flow in this one. This episode is one big continuous work flirt that doesn’t stop. Idk why people didn’t like this ep when it first premiered. It’s Chenford gold. I remember loving this kind of ep for Castle too. It was split for that fandom as well. I think they’re hilarious snippets I enjoy them a lot. The looks alone in this one are primo. This one is more me analyzing their commentary on the case since everyone is segregated in this one. But lets get started.

3x07 True Crime

We start our ep off with Tim and Lucy being the ones called to Corey’s house. There was signs of blood and they enter the house and find a ton of it. Thus starts their amazing run of snippets in this episode. They are being interviewed since they were apart of the investigation. Tim is instantly surly with the director LOL Shock surprise eh? Last thing he wants to do is be here. To him they could be out on the streets instead of this. Lucy is the natural antithesis to him about this. Legit beaming and he is miserable.

The epitome of grumpy x sunshine in every single way. These interview pieces showcase that so well. It makes me giddy and happy haha Tim wants to get out of this ASAP. While Lucy is so excited to be there answering any and all questions. Even cuts him off in her excitement. She is bursting at the seams with elation. Then apologizes to Tim but still can't contain her glee by saying ‘This is fun.‘ Tim judges her some more I’m dying. The look on his face at the end of the second gif above. LMAO

This next section I like to call. ‘How to show you’re in love with someone without saying a word.’ By Timothy Bradford. He is all heart eyes in this scene. First one he's settling in to listen. When his girl speaks he listens, second is him agreeing wholeheartedly with her assessment and lastly is heart eye/admiration city. Doesn't take his eyes off her most of this scene. They’re talking about Corey Harris’s acting class. How he used them to start a bling ring to steal from celebrities. Tim goes on to say how anyone they caught wouldn’t flip on Corey. So he got away with it.

Lucy adds in her own portion. Explaining how Corey promised his students everything. Money, fame. This in turn inserted him in their lives even further. Basically convincing his students he could control their destinies. Saying he did this because he probably didn’t have any control over his own. Tim is just nodding along with a proud look on his face. Just admiring her take on it. 100 percent loving her analysis of him. You know he loves how her brain works. He is just sitting back and enjoying her breakdown of Corey. As transparent as a glass of water sir.

What comes next always has me rolling when I watch this ep. Gotta love the way Lucy tells him like it is no matter the situation. Keeps him in check. Tim is so cocky in his deliverance of his teacher line. Smug really and Lucy shoots that down instantly. He’s all smiles (love this man's smile btw it does things to me. mmm) then realizes how much she’s got him on this. He is dead to rights and has no comeback. You watch in the gifs above he goes from smug and smiley to straight up defeated LOL

He exhales with a ‘You win’ sigh. It’s fantastic. He thought he had this clever quip against Corey. Survey says no. Wifey shut you down lmao Her face through out the whole scene is so funny. Like this is her idiot and she can’t help but poke fun at him for his comment. This moment will always make me laugh. He’s being so ridiculous and she doesn’t let him live it down in the slightest. Her reaction in the final gif is the best. Can't believe he's being such a goober. The work flirt begins and does not stop. Be more married you two please.

They end up finding a script at one of their crime scenes. The director thinks this is an odd thing to stumble upon. Apparently it is a completely normal thing in LA according to Tim. Just another day on the job in this city ha Their polar opposite replies are so indicative of them as characters. The way Lucy is like well yeah when they’re asked if they’ve written one. Tim's is an instant and hard 'God, No' LMAO. These two. Opposites truly do attract.

Her face in the first gif what makes me laugh so hard. That sheepish embarrassment. Eric and Melissa are just pure gold in this one. Their looks alone are some of the best parts besides the banter. Tim can read her like a damn book. All he has to do is look over at her and see her answer. At first he’s waiting for her to say she hasn’t either. Expecting her to follow suit.

She does not…his body language while he’s waiting for her verbal answer is so funny. Like a slow realization. Then it’s judgy city after that. The way she weakly defends why she has is too damn funny. He is none too pleased she has written one. We all know how Tim feels about screen writers. His face says everything. God I love these two sfm.

Their looks in this one have me rolling the entire episode. Eric is the master when it comes to this in the first place. He crushes it in this one they both do. His reaction to her excitement as they get closer to the climax of this case is hilarious. The judgy side eye and furrowed brow he gives her above is extremely amusing.

Tim truly doesn’t understand why she’s enjoying this so damn much. He’s trying to just get through it and be done. His grumpy old man is showing extra hard in this moment. Her sunshine demeanor despite him is amazing. She is of course the opposite and doesn’t know why he doesn’t enjoy this whole thing more LOL Lucy is having a friggin blast. Its coming off her in waves every time it comes back to them.

I feel like Lucy owns Tim’s ass for most of this ep. He literally doesn’t stand a chance against her witty comebacks. Every time he tries to be cocky or make a joke she shuts him down so hard. His crack about a woman scorned. Lucy puts him in check real quick with that one. His soft tone when he says he’s not trivializing it....(but you are my love)

He doesn’t want her to be mad at him for his stupid comment. Then she takes him to school even further with her logical stats. He has nothing to say except 'Most...'' No leg to stand on Timothy haha. Lucy is proud of her self for this one. No one puts Tim Bradford in check better than Lucy Chen. We all LOVE it. (He does too let's be honest...) This episode is pure gold for their banter. Married idiots in this one for all to see.

The director then comments on how Lucy was the one who broke the case wide open. Lucy is beaming from ear to ear. Lights up like a Christmas tree at hearing this. She is so excited to be recognized. Tim isn’t so fast to heap on that particular praise. Now Tim doesn’t give praise out easily to begin with. Add in she just schooled him in front of the director, he’s gonna be extra salty haha The director then asks well if he wouldn't describe it as such how would he?

Tim takes a shot at her social media addiction as his answer. Then Lucy looks like she wants to punch him so hard. Like how very dare he say about her. Ha She is so affronted telling the director 'That’s hurtful' LOL (but a little true...) Side note. I can totally see them in bed. Tim falling asleep to her endless scrolling. It becoming a comfort thing for him. Her going till she is ready to sleep. Shortly after him I imagine. Tis a nice thought to think about now that they're together. But let's get back to the present ep at hand before I daydream any further hehe

The cute looks in that final gif though. Be still my heart. She is so exasperated with him and he’s soaking it up. No regrets whatsoever taking her praise and boiling it down to luck. The absolute shameless flirting going on between these two. It’s like they don’t even know they're putting on a show for this director LMAO It's truly delightful.

Lucy scrambles to defend herself. It’s pretty comical. Saying she was on her phone doing ‘research’ Tim shaking his head but enjoying this none the less. Says that she got a notification and that’s what drew her eye to Corey's video showing he's alive. Lucy says she still has the video on her phone. So ready to take Tim down a peg. She pulls it up and it’s her on her own page doing some sort of dance. I’m laughing so hard.

I want to see this video in its entirety. Read the comments. All of it. I don't know what’s funnier Lucy being mortified that came up or Tim wanting a peak at the video. He’s confused as hell but wanting to see what she was showing the director. If you need a pick me up episode this is it. This one doesn’t disappoint on so many levels.

His confused face is everything after she quickly hides her phone. There are facets to her personality that allude him completely. This is one of them. Alas Timothy this is the woman you’ve chosen to love hahaha I love her being a dork sfm though. It’s that light hearted dork that brings the best out in him as we see in s5.

Their final scene doesn’t disappoint. Lucy’s face during his rant LOL. Tim going off saying what a waste of time this is, he should be doing stuff more important. Said this before but that line from Aaron in S5 fits perfectly for this rant. He's the old dude from 'Up' Such a good line because its so true for him. I love him so much for his grumpiness though. You know Lucy does too. Loves every piece of this man.

Her face is like the wife letting her husband rant even though she thinks he’s wrong. Tim gets humbled one last time. The director tells him about his last project. The way Lucy watches him the entire scene is adorable. She loves her idiot. The look they share after he says ‘Oh. Alrighty then.’ The smirk on Lucy's face. I can not. He has grown so much btw to not to be continuously defensive after he's corrected. Just rolls with it in this last scene. Like Oh... Oops.

Tim gets the last laugh though. Lucy is beaming slash word vomiting her love of true crime while Tim rolls his eyes LOL Thanking the director for letting her be in this. She is exuding sunshine and happily looking at him. When she finishes up Tim pops her happy bubble. Tells her about the thing in her hair. They’re constantly trying to one up the other. Take each other down a peg. Competitiveness even in an interview. Unreal. Lucy has his number this entire episode. So it’s only fair Tim gets his shot in last minute.

I do love in the second gif he stops himself from getting said thing out of her hair though. You watch him reach for it then stop his hand before it makes the full journey. Lucy is so affronted she doesn’t even notice. Her arm is already up and blocking any attempt to grab it anyways. I do love his almost attempt though. It's the little things.

Lucy is so mad he let that be in her hair the entire time. He did it because well it’s Tim. I adore these two so very much. He sighs heavily as she berates him on the way out. So exasperated by her it’s so funny. This is such a fun flirty light hearted episode for them. We got their banter in spades with side helping of heart eyes and flirtation. One of my fav eps of the season for them. Much needed levity after the intensity of the last two.

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Side notes- non Chenford

Not much. Was good to find out what happened to Sterling. Gino just disappeared last year without a trace. So having ending to them was nice to have.

Harper was hilarious during the interviews to always love me some Nyla Harper. ❤️

Forever Thank you to all who read these reviews and like, comment and reblog means the world :) see you all in 3x08

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shiningshenanigans · 1 year ago

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Thoughts on Loki S2E3!

Henceforth and forevermore, Loki and Mobius shall be known as “The Wizard Gentleman and His Butler”

This whole episode had such an interesting vibe. I loved the way they utilized the film/storytelling styles of the time period, with all the melodramatic acting and ragtime score. But, it was also just so different, it took me out of the story at times. I really like it when the show feels grand and ethereal and sci-fi-ish. Still feel like we’re missing some of that this season, but the tonal shifts were a cool storytelling tool nonetheless.

We don’t talk about Mobius and Ravonna enough. Their relationship fascinates me. I love how patient he is with her, how much he genuinely wants her back on his side. The parallels between them and Loki/Sylvie seem very intentional this season. (Ps. I may or may not have a theory that they were married on the timeline, and one or both of their nexus events involved Ravonna leaving him for a Kang Variant. Has anyone theorized about this before and I’m just completely late to the game, or…? Guess we’ll find out soon enough?)

I don’t know how much more of Loki and Sylvie fighting I can take. 😭They’re struggling! They need each other! They both think the other doesn’t care about them anymore and they can’t get a moment to talk about it because the universe is melting! Please, Marvel, just LET THEM REST!!! 😭😭😭

All that said, I am SO👏PROUD👏of my girl Sylvie for starting to recognize that her bloodlust is killing her from the inside out. This is exactly the kind of growth I want for her. Her heartbroken expression when she realizes that killing Timely would make her just like He Who Remains, choosing who lives and who dies for the sake of the greater good… *chefs kiss* Sophia Di Martino knocked that WHOLE PERFORMANCE out of the park.

Also, as much as I want her and Loki to just hug and make up, I do kind of love the fact that he’s giving her the space she needs to come to these conclusions on her own. He’s been where she is (felt what she feels, etc.). He knows that no amount of persuasion on his part is going to get through to her right now, so he’s letting her figure it out while he works behind the scenes to protect her new life. He’ll be there when she’s ready to take those next steps towards reconciliation (and he better have 10,000 snuggly tablecloths ready because sweet girl needs to be cuddled. A LOT).

Watching Miss Minutes shift from one dated style of animation to another filled my little animator heart with so much glee. And yes, that whole scene of her coming on to Timely was delightfully terrifying.

Poor Victor Timely did not ask for any of this when he woke up this morning. Give that man a break.

Ravonna is… awful. I’ve always disliked her. But honestly, hearing her monologue about how often she put the TVA before her own happiness, how it stole her humanity from her… I’m kind of invested in her growth now. Like, I’m starting to want redemption for her, too. Huh.

Literally everyone in this show is on the same side. They’re all just disagreeing about what the proper course of action is. My guy Mobius’s words are really impacting me right now: “We’ve all lost our way… but someone’s got to keep track of the big picture here.” If that doesn’t ring true of our world, then I don’t know what does.

#loki #loki spoilers #loki season 2 #sylki #ravonna renslayer #mobius #loki series #sylvie laufeydottir

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bowtiesnmusicals · 2 years ago

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Here is my recap of Everything’s Turning Up with Romy Rosemont episode of the podcast.

Today they have a really special friend and they are gabbing. They could talk all day. Kevin said I feel like you can get a good sense of what their relationships are like with all the people they have on and they are just kicking it and talking and having a good time.

Today is no exception because Romy Rosemont, Carole Hudson, Finn Hudson’s mother, who is a star and a sweet sweet person and an excellent baker and an excellent crier. The most fun person you will ever have on a tv or film set. Enjoy their conversation catching up with Romy Rosemont.

Jenna said lets go back to the beginning of Glee and asked Romy how she got the show. Romy said she was called in to audition for Jane’s part. She absolutely knew she wasn’t going to get it because she knew she needed to look like a cheerleader, like Megan Hilty, or look like Jane or Dot who have a presences. Kevin said they are are towering figures. Romy said they are just such a presences and she did the best she could. She knew she wasn’t going far because neither of them fit. She said she can tumble with the best of them. She can definitely do some comedy if someone wanted to lift her into a pyramid and fall down on cue. Then they called her in for Finn’s mom, Cory’s mom, when she saw it there were no lines. It was Ryan saying, she had to throw the milk carton and weep and yell, whatever that was, wear the bike shorts. Her hair was so large. She said when they were shooting the pilot, she worked for two days, Ryan was like and then I am going to do this and then I am going to do this. Jenna said and then you got inklings of things that were coming and knew that she was a recurring character, so she knew she was coming back. Romy said yeah but she never believes that. Kevin said you’ve been around too long and know better to trust that. Romy said so she didn’t know and all Ryan said was that he was interested in telling the story of a single mother with the high school quarter back who is in Glee club. She said they thinks they started where they were really poor and haggard and whatever and she was always asking so what does Carole do. What’s she do, does she work at a bank, nope no one? Kevin said that’s for you to figure out. Romy said that’s my back story but it didn’t matter because you never saw Carole away from the house which is Finn, Burt, or Kurt. She said that was their running joke that later in the season Carole was in the basement. Once she got married, once Burt happened, she was watching and was like they had prom and was like oh I’m in the basement. She said what was amazing is no one even referenced her and they didn’t even have to do that much. It was so hilarious at one time she was like did Burt kill me. I thought Burt murdered Carole. Romy said those were good times. Jenna said that basement was very cobwebby and dirty. Romy said it was.

Jenna said she was reading a document their wonderful producers made and it said Romy was in 18 episodes but it felt like a hell of a lot more of then that. Romy said that’s what people say. Kevin said only 18 episodes. Jenna said that’s what I’m saying. Romy said she thinks that because, Kevin joked smoke that imaginary cigarette, when she comes on their was a presence and she was somebody’s mom. She said what she treasures were those intimate scenes that she and Cory had that she thinks that kids could relate to. She said that is what she got from any kind of fans was I wish you could be my mom. Kevin said Carole and Burt were the model parents for anyone. He said he thinks also the complicated situations they were both in in your own right individually and how those characters navigated them so gracefully, eloquently, trying to say the right thing but as human as it is, it’s going to be a little imperfect which makes it even more relatable. He said watching you and Mike O’Malley at the standing at the alter was just..Jenna said the sweetest…Kevin said also you wear yr heart on your sleeve and he feels like a good gust of wind and you might tear up a bit which makes him tear up because she is the sweetest, most giving, caring person and then watching you two he was like oh god I can’t watch them. Then Mike O’Malley’s about to cry during the reception. Kevin was like these too. He said he has been told his whole life that he is cold. Romy said she does not find that at all. Kevin said no one gets him like Romy. He loses his shit and it’s a testament to her ability as an actor and her just as a person and that is why it feels like she was in more then 18 episodes. He said yes Jane and Dot have a presences but ooh so you do you.

Romy said she never understood why Carole and Kurt didn’t have a me independent relationship because he lost his mother and then his dad marries the woman who is the mother of someone who he has a massive crush on. To her their were opportunities to dive into those topics and discover it or just they did it with one scene, she knows they are doing Furt today, she said that scene where she thinks Finn got Quinn pregnant. She said she figures that is the difficult things about telling stories with recurring characters because no matter what the recurring character has to be there with whoever they are attached to but she doesn’t necessarily believe that. You can find that conversation that is just between Carole and Burt, it’s like for the parents. Romy said she has a stepson and in the beginning its hard because you don’t have a voice. It was kind of dramatic license that Burt was so involved in Finn’s life, Finn wouldn’t have been that embracing to someone taking, you know what I mean, that kind of wouldn’t happen. You honor the script that has been written and she appreciates that and thank you. Jenna said there also 25 characters on this show. Romy said and there also bright shiny objects that became important in selling it and the powers that be deciding that. She said you aren’t going to say if Sarah Jessica Parker, let’s say, says ooh I want to do some. As a business person you aren’t going to say no. She said also you guys wearing as many a hats as you guys do as business people which is why you have a successful podcast their are certain decisions you might not have made as just Jenna and Kevin. They both said you are right. Kevin said it’s like instead of doing this extra scene we could throw in another song and then put that on that soundtrack that is selling.

Kevin asked if Romy would have felt comfortable raising those thoughts to the posers that be or no. Romy said their wasn’t the room. She wasn’t invited to that room for that conversation so her job was to, she said she always looks at a job as a success if she walks away with a friend and was a good experience. She said it was overflowing with Glee. Kevin said you can’t get rid of us. Romy joked that she’s tried. She said she literally could have given birth to everyone, maybe not Jane and Dot, but on the whole. There are people that would have and in that way she respects the positions.

Jenna asked what was Romy’s experience or does she remember the first time she worked with Cory, the first scene they shot together. What was it like when they shot scenes together. Romy said she met Cory very briefly during the pilot because she didn’t work with adult Cory, she worked with child Cory. So she didn’t get to work with him until that scene where he hits the mailman. That very brief thing. Kevin said but one of the best. Romy said she was very taken with his manner. He was just such a sweet soul. Then when they had to do the more dramatic, intense, emotional stuff he was always like I can’t cry, I just can’t cry. Romy said you don’t have to but you definitely can. She said he thinks that he so much wanted to be good and she respected that. She remembers even when the shot Furt and they were at that weird churchy thing and he was panicked that the paparazzi were going to see and they would no the storyline. Jenna said aww. Romy said he would have his coat up and she was like we’re good. She said he believed in the show and wanted to protect the surprise and all of that. She said she considers herself very very lucky that they got paired because let’s face it they don’t look alike at all. Jenna said such a good pairing. Kevin said your chemistry together was unreal. Romy said she thinks he felt that too and that he felt like I get to act today. Jenna said, yep, totally. Romy said she was flattered and honored to be a part of that because it was just the two of them until Carole and Burt got married in the second season. Kevin said anytime their was sort of what they would say was an adult in the scene they were like oh god we have to get our shit together to keep up. They were used to being clowns in the choir room, singing a song, making ‘em laugh. The teen drama stuff is so funny and fun but when the adults came out you knew it was time. Romy said hopefully what they learned from the adults was that you can’t stop having fun. It freaks her out when people are too serious. She is like wait come on. Kevin said you are the reigning champ. You are the most fun on set. They have talked about the alcohol escapades before. Romy said it was this episode that started it. Kevin and Jenna both said it was this episode. Romy said everybody was done, everybody was done working and they were just sitting there. Romy said there was just a little bit of dance and whatever and she pulled out a bottle of patron. Jenna said she pulled it out of a black duffel bag, she was like what. Romy came in wearing a wedding dress with a black duffle bag and and pulls out a bottle of patron. Jenna said they were like Romy. Kevin said there is a reason I don’t remember doing that number at the reception. Romy said this was the first time she was like oh my god these kids can drink, holy crap. She said she was not, she loves her tequila and she has one maybe two. She said she doesn’t know if it was Lea or Heather might have ended that bottle or two. She can’t remember if she brought one or two bottles.

Jenna said there was another wedding day where they were like let’s do it it again. Romy said that was the one where the took shots with Gloria Estefan. Jenna said we did take shots with Gloria Estefan at the ranch for the Brittana wedding. Romy said Yes! Kevin said he as so excited and was like do you think Romy has the booze today. Romy said she has that picture and that is when she brought that snuggy. Kevin and Jenna got into it together and Jenna got scared. Kevin said what a weird time, Gloria Estefan, Jennifer Coolidge, and Gina Gershwin…what is happening. He said he remembers being in crafty with Gina Gershon and I don’t know, I don’t think I can, I have to leave. He said he couldn’t be alone with anyone, he was like I don’t know how to operate like a normal human. Jenna said it was an overwhelming wedding. Romy said totally overwhelming and she felt like she was old hat, she pretended to smoke a cigarette, and was like come on ladies follow me. Kevin said yes, they were in good hands. Jenna said the cast chairs were all the way down in like a really big trailer because there were so many of us. Romy said, yeah in that white trailer and it was freezing. Jenna said hey we’re in heels and their was dirty everywhere. Kevin said in the mountains. Romy said that wardrobe they put the moms in was just something. They were definitely something. Jenna said it was fancy. Kevin said you know what we could have more of us was more mom musical numbers. Jennas said definitely. Kevin said that was a treat. He said by that point he didn’t know what was happening, he doesn’t know if he didn’t read the script, talk about being unprofessional. Jenna said definitely didn’t read the script. Kevin said when the moms started performing and they are in the scene he was like wait what is this. Romy said this was the first time she really experienced Chord. Kevin and Jenna just laughed. Kevin said one of his favorite things is for people to experience Chord for the first time. Romy said she was like huh, alright, yeah I like it, it was definitely like okay I can’t believe this has taken me this long. Kevin said such a character. Jenna said it was Brad Buecker. Romy said because she didn’t have a wedding in real life, she eloped, for her wedding that was a full blown wedding. She has only worn wedding dresses on film. She said her own wedding dress she got for $63 dollars at Lowmans. Kevin said that’s right. Romy said it was because she was going to walk into the water. Jenna said you wear it once and it goes into a box. Romy said that Jenna’s was so gorgeous that Emma’s got to wear it. Jenna said she preserved it and hopes Emma breaks it up and makes little purses. Kevin said a crop top. Jenna said their is this woman that this gorgeous Japanese fabric from her great-grandmothers wedding and was like I can’t wait to take this and make it into purses for my brides maids. It was like the most gorgeous dress and people came at her. Jenna said she can do what she wants with it but the people online came after her and were like you are going to make it into purses and rip it up. Kevin said did she do it. Jenna said I don’t know, I want to know, I’m sure she did. You are gong to do what you want to do and you should. Romy said it’s her dress. Jenna said exactly her grandma gave it to her. Romy said people got to get out of other peoples business. Jenna said everybody thinks they have liberties.

Romy said because A. I am not a name and B. I’m always playing sympathetic characters on a whole she kind of dodged the hecklers so to speak. Kevin said they have had a couple people on and they have talked about playing an unlikeable character and the stuff they would get online, the hate, was omg. Jenna said horrible. Romy said it’s insane. Romy said a friend of hers from high school has been on the Young and the Restless literally since the dinosaur age, don’t repeat that because its rude. She said she has built herself such and amazing career but she used to get followed in her car. They were in peoples homes int he middle of the day, everyday, and they are positive they know them. Romy said she would get threats and it was insane. Jenna said those day times soaps are something. Romy said it’s a religion. Kevin said he grew up watching General Hospital with his mom. Jenna said Guiding Light. Romy said the summer between her freshman and sophomore year and her sophomore and junior year in college she worked for General Hospital. The first summer she worked in the front office and the second summer she worked for the writers.

Kevin said when did you decide, you worked all these jobs from the age of 12. Romy said her dad was a producer. Kevins aid you clearly were in the entertainment business from childhood, Romy said was exposed to it, but when did you start actually being like I need to be in front of the camera, I need to act. Romy said she always wanted to but she was insecure. She said she was never pretty enough or character enough and so confidence that she was funny, she knew that but ther was no bells and whistles to it. She didn’t have a funny voice and wasn’t really charactery. She said it still happens but people didn’t know what to do with her because she didn’t know where she fit in. She did a lot of improve in college and thinks like that. When she graduated she worked in ICM and CAA for a year and a half. Kevin said did you do acting in college, did you go to school for that? Romy said she was a theatre major and switched to radio, tv, film, at Northwestern. That is where she discovered improv and hat her brain worked that way. She said it took her a long time and she pushed like nobodies business in comedy and that is the worst thing you could do. She said she really didn’t know she could do drama and she did the 100th episode of Ally McBeal and she was like oh god crying comes easy. From then on, people were like, oh she know, Jenna said cry, Romy said she could cry so she was always the crying mother. She said they used to joke around that she should have a reel of snot cry, choke cry, hysterical crying, all of that. It would be like a menu. Jenna said which would you like. Romy said then just give me a minute to listen a sad song. Jenna said that is when she remembers meeting her for the first time. She remembers Romy being on set, maybe it was when Finn was singing to the sonogram, she remembers Romy was listening to her ipod. Romy said do you remember this, Jenna and Lea came up to her and said the had seen something, they were so sweet. She was aware that Jenna was not in the first cast of Spring Awakening and she was listening to Pretty in Summer, the one where she is saying she was molested, she was listening to that and was just like what this is crazy. Jenna said that is where she got the music from when they decided Tina was gong to cry all the time. Romy said it literally says crying list. She said if the material is good. She said especially if you’ve got ADD, her ability to carry on many conversations at once is high, but if her job is to do this then she was like oh I need a way to stay in that because she won’t. That’s why she will put on music. Kevin said that is interesting. Romy said people saw the headphones coming out and she would be amazed when they would be like what are you listening to, are you listening to something to make you cry. Jenna said what did you eat this morning. Kevin said are you good at crying. Romy said just finished playing something were she plays a very officious person to the nth degree and she got home and was like I kind of missing crying, I kind of want to cry. She said it’s been awhile since she had to pretend cry. Jenna said that’s really really funny. Kevin said he could have used that playlist trick, he could have used that. Jenna said she needed it because of her crap wasn’t about crying or about sad content, that’s the thing, it came out of nowhere. She was cringing while singing My Funny Valentine and you are like how do you make that work, it’s supposed to be funny, but she still had to cry.

Romy said there were times she would get the the first draft and be like Carole has some good stuff, then she would get the second she would be like okay I can still make that work and then she would get the shooting script and she would have Hitchcock coming up to her and being like I’m so sorry we’ve taken out all the transitions. She said that happened when she told the truth about Finn’s dad. There was supposed to be this whole thing leading up to that and they took it all away and she had to literally go from 0 to 60 and you are like everyone out of my way, I’ve got some snot to make. Jenna said, yes, yes, yes, exactly. Kevin said you and Viola Davis. Romy mentioned Truly, Madly, Deeply. She said be ready it’s emotional. It’s with Juliet Stevenson and Alan Rickman. She said it’s kind of like Ghost. She said Juliet had scene where she is a full on, you know those times where you are crying so hard you choke, it’s coming out of everywhere. It was this independent film and she was mesmerized because it was so real. It’s hard to make network stuff real because there is a formula and people have to be brave and try to make it be real but you can’t be brave unless you have stature sometimes. Kevin said he as going to ask how you do it. Network stuff is hard to make and making grounded network stuff is hard to make. Glee wasn’t the necessarily the most grounded show on the planet but your stuff always was. Are you conscious of genere, like the type of show you are on, or is it a scene by scene basis, these are the scenes I am in and this how they read to me so this is what we are doing or are you thinking on a larger scale, macro level of what the show is and the network it is on? Romy said not network, not any of that, she said she thinks you need have to get the tone of the show but in those moments because she does believe that as wild and Glee was you have to have the other stuff or it’s too much. Jenna said totally. You literally have to have that quiet moment. It went from Finn singing to a sonogram, bonkers, to his mom coming in being like what are you, and then realizing oh shit, he’s gotten someone pregnant. She said to her the only way to do that is to play it real. Her trick if there are no transitions is you talk like a human. People don’t talk everything out like it’s a script. We do pause or mumble, or repeat ourselves or whatever. She said that’s what she does, she tries not to rehearse it even in her head as much. She really trusts, to her if its in something where you’ve got another partner, she tries to find a common ground Brent the partner, whatever that is, and therefore there is a chemistry. She said we can all pretend their is chemistry between someone but you can’t replace the real stuff. She said that is what is unique about all of you guys is that all of you had chemistry together. That was rare and it was definitively a unicorn. It wouldn’t have if you was just you were watching separate things. Kevin said you can feel that as a viewer, you might not be conscious that is what you are feeling but you know it’s not exactly right or as magical or magnetic as it could be. Romy said it’s part of the job so she always thinks when she gets something really bad and she has to do it she just does it.. Kevin said it if it’s particularly something you don’t think is of quality it can be another challenge of how do I make this work. Romy said she did two seasons of something. She said on a television show when you have a bunch of characters of different ages and stuff like that it has to be represented. Kevin said people talk differently.

Romy said when you have a younger single person dialogue it’s going to be mom dialogue so her job is to throw in the noises. Kevin said the acting school of Romy. Kevin and Jenna said that is what I need. Romy said she just finished something with Pete Holmes. She is 5’4 and he is 6’6 and she as his superiors in this show, they were interrogation agents. She said some of the stuff they had to keep repeating and a lot of her stuff was looks and at some point she was like I am fresh out of, I can’t. She was back and forth and she was like I think I need a little bobo right up here. Kevin said bobo is Botox for those in the know. Romy was like not too much, then it hit, and she was in make-up and there was no surprise. She said I will never do that again. She said their was a lot of big eyes and mouth open. Jenna was laughing. Romy was like oh dear that is not going to turn out well. Jenna said it is always fun to work with funny people. She said they were always sitting and there was a scene where she was standing and all of a sudden he goes you’re tiny. Jenna said you just figured this out now. Romy said your 6’6 and he goes we are always sitting. She said and think about it Cory was 6-3, she is always with super tall people. Jenna said they were in like four different cars going from one city to another on the Hot Topic tour very early on in the the Glee life and they stopped at a gas station to pee and get some snacks. Cory gets out, all the girls had finally taken their heels off, and he looks at them at the gas station and was like fuck I’m tall. Kevin laughing said I remember this. Jenna said Cory said you are short and they were like we know, it was Jenna, Amber, and Lea all next to each other and they are like average 5’2 maybe. Cory was like god. Kevin said had completely forgotten about that, he was in the next aisle. Romy said that is hilarious.

Jenna said so you came back even after Cory passed away, she said obviously that isn’t what we were thinking about but did Romy think oh that’s it for my character or did you think there was stuff because of Burt and Kurt and everything. Romy said no she didn’t think she would be back. She said when she found out they were doing that we don’t know how Finn passed she said she hoped she would be part of that. She said when Jenna and her had a scene, in a hotel room at regionals, she never thought she would be back. Kevin said that makes sense. She said you know because Chris wasn’t even there because it was later on. Jenna said yeah he was off in New York. Romy said she was very very very surprised. Jenna said she didn’t even think about that. Romy said she wasn’t in the last season of a Million Little Things, it was a half season, she was only in 9 episodes. Jenna said wow. Romy said when you are dealing with an ensemble cast there are so many stories to tell, that is the kiss of death for a recurring unless the arc is about that person. Kevin said what we would have done. Jenna said and obviously the last one where everyone came back. Romy said remember Furt, Carol Banker directed it, she remembers everyone walks down and then she walks down, and cut. Carol goes you are mouthing the words but don’t need you to sing. Romy said yes oh my god. Romy said time and time again she just got so into the Marry You song she was no I’m not and Carol was like I have it on film. She said she remembers it was crazy for everyone else if you think about production but it was super fun. Jenna so much fun. Kevin said we have a blast. Jenna said she remembers this one. There are some episodes that kind of go by the way side and there are some like Furt that are very vivid. Kevin said it is also help connecting to a place that is different then what they were used to seeing every single day and the Tequila. That was memorable. Jenna said of course. Romy said Tequila brings people. Kevin said oh it did, when that happened they were like she is amazing. Jenna said can we have Carole come back all the time. Romy said she bakes.

Jenna asked Romy what is the feeling that Glee leaves you with now. Romy said that she takes away all the positive stuff which was friends and it was definitely an opportunity for her. There was the negative parts of it which was like that she never got to audition for anything else on Fox for 6 years but only did 18 episodes. When she found that out she was like wait this is keeping me from potential working. That was upsetting on another level. Jenna said an actor level. Romy said also on a what is fair level. It just didn’t seem totally fair. She said she always gets excited to see all of them in real life and that wouldn’t happened if they didn’t have that. She said she might have gotten disappointed in the lack of stuff sometimes but the experience for her was only positive. She wished she had more or a stronger storyline or a more challenging one but when she was there she always had a blast. Jenna said they always had a blast with her. Kevin said you made it a blast for everyone else too. Jenna said you also brought us a lot of bake goods. Romy said you helped me think about tiny bites even though it didn’t turn into anything. She brought muffins and everyone would only eat half. She was like no that doesn’t work and brought them in as balls and then squares. Kevin said he remembers the trays. Jenna said she remembers the tiny bites a lot. Kevin said delicious. Romy said you could totally double fist. Kevin said he wouldn’t have left half a muffin. Jenna said Kevin would never have left half a muffin but she might have left half a muffin. Romy said because you had to get into those costumes. Jenna said exactly. Kevin said everyone is so tiny, as he has been watching he noticed everyone is so little, and skinny. Romy said you guys were young. Jenna said exactly they were in their heyday. Romy said Chris was 18 and asked Kevin if he was the next youngest. Kevin said yes, until Chord came around. Chord is between Kevin and Chris. Jenna said what a time, children, truly children. Romy said now you have your own, that is bonkers. Jenna said that is such bonkers. She said they were watching an episode the night before and her husband turned to her, because she makes him watch them all with her, and said that’s Emma’s mom and she was like that’s really sweet. Kevin said aww. Romy said that’s so sweet. Jenna said you don’t think about it that way, but then she was like oh god she will never watch this show…I’m just kidding, one day. Romy said when she starts dancing and stuff like that. Jenna said her nieces started watching it when they were little, just the musical numbers, except for Push It.

Jenna said anyways, we love you, and they are so grateful to have her as a friend. Romy said I love you guys and thank you. Kevin said thank you for spending this much time with us today. Romy said you know I wish that it was in person. Jenna and Kevin said I love you to her and Romy said bye bye.

Jenna said we warned you. Kevin said we could talk for days. So much love. It doesn’t have to be about anything, we just talk. Jenna said I know, got to love her.

Until next week.

#and that’s what you really missed #atwyrm #jenna ushkowitz #kevin mchale #romy rosemont #glee #podcast #carole hudson

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Glee (for the send me a show ask)

The first character I fell in love with:

That’s definitely a tie between Brittany and Santana! I still remember it pretty well - I had just joined tumblr in April 2011 and had started to see Brittana gifs everywhere (it was after Sexy but before Rumours I think) I immediately became obsessed with knowing who these adorable cheerleaders were (should have realised then and there I was gay lmao), started watching the show for them and ended up being consumed by all of it💕

The character who is my ‘baby’:

When I tell you that I will put my life on the line for Brittany S Pierce, that is a cold hard fact😌

I don’t think Brittany gets the recognition and love she truly deserves by the wider fandom and anyone who sees her as just the ‘dumb blonde’…it will be an on site fight where I will in fact win

The character who I do not understand:

Basically any of the Glee project characters (all except the powerhouse that is Unique/Alex🙌🏻) Like can someone honestly tell me that if Rory was completely removed from the plot of Season three, that anything would significantly change?? lmao Also I don’t remember much of season 4 (forced amnesia to forget it lmao) but Ryder/Blake can choke😌

I just don’t understand why they did all that and I’m only thankful for it because it brought us the talents of Alex Newall

The character that I think the show ruined:

Most of them?😅 like honestly, I think the show suffered a bit from ‘too many characters’ syndrome so there were characters who got forgotten about, got reduced to one stereotypical trait, or just got screwed over because the writers didn’t know what to do with them

One I think could have been so much more is Quinn. She was a pivotal part of season 1 and then as soon as she had her baby it was like the writers were at a loss, and by season 3 were throwing the most batshit, yet short lived, stories at her to see what would stick?? I think if they really stuck with one thing and had a long term vision for her, she could have continued to be a major player for the whole series

The most attractive male and female character:

I’m gonna say Santana (almost tied with Brittany, but I see myself in her too much so it gets weird for me lmao) because…it’s Santana, duh😌 she is just…if I could place blame on my lesbianism anywhere, it would be on Santana Lopez’s shoulders lmao

And I may be a lesbian but I still know that if there’s a chance I wasn’t, Sam Evans could get it lmao

The character death that was the worst for me:

I don’t wanna say too much because it was also a real life death, but obviously the Quarterback episode about Finn is still a really difficult watch😢

The character that is the most like me:

Oh Brittany 100%🥰 I’ve always seen myself in her in many ways. Maybe it’s fact we share the neurodivergence idk lmao

I just really relate to a majority of Brittany’s personality traits, so it makes her even more of a special character to me💕

The character I think the writer(s) love:

Like Santana said in season 3, episode 4: “this year it’s going to be the Blaine and Rachel show”👀 You cannot convince me that those two weren’t the writers golden children

The character that I just want to be happy:

I mean, as a Brittana supporter before anything, I have to say all I want is for Brittany and Santana to be the happiest married couple🥰 I want them to still be married, with their own home (maybe with a kid or two as well) and completely smashing it in their respective careers💕

My four favourite characters, past or present:

Brittany, Santana, Kurt, and Mercedes💕 (shoutout to Quinn, Unique, and Sam though, I love them a lot too🥰)

My four least favourite characters, past or present:

Blaine, Puck, Will, and Artie I guess? Purely just because I either never cared for any of their storylines or they actively started to grate on me as the show went on😌

#answered #glee #I loved answering all these sm!!#thanks sm lovely💕 really appreciate it!#(disclaimer so ppl don’t come for me: I don’t hate Blaine #I just wasn’t as invested in his stories past season 3 tbh #and I only wanted to include ‘mains’ in faves/least faves or it’d be impossible to pick)#😅

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Part Thirty

Summary: Baldwin Montclair had a string of ex girlfriends, a single child, and a lifetime longer than most people could dream of to make all kinds of mistakes. His family knew one which kept coming out of the woodwork to irritate him every other century.

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BLOOD/GORE, MASS MURDER, RELIGIOUS CONFLICT. JUST...EVERY TRIGGER WARNING. CONSIDER THIS A BLANKET WARNING FOR THE ONGOING STORY ARC FOR THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS.

Philippe did not trust Martin, and because he did not trust him Martin found himself and a sliver of his Burgundian troops being sent to Edessa with Baldwin while Godfrey marched south to Jerusalem.

'The irony that my soldiers outnumber yours sixty to forty has no doubt gone straight over your father's head' said Martin, as they rode along.

'I am sure he assumed that we would have more men.'

Martin's glib expression dulled; Baldwin absentmindedly straightened the black tabard he wore in place of his usual one.

They had buried Godehilde in a cemetery in the centre of Marash. Martin and Baldwin both would have liked to have sent her body back to her family, but none of the witches they had made contact with in the city knew spells for preserving flesh. Martin was certain nobody did, but he had asked anyway.

'I will have to marry again' said Baldwin, sniffing.

'Wait a month or two at least. She deserves that.'

Baldwin nodded, eyes far away. 'She does.'

They rode along in uncomfortable silence for a while until Martin awkwardly cleared his throat.

'So, the plan for Edessa.'

'We slaughter the Seljuks, taking their fortresses for ourselves-'

'Especially Ravendel and Turbessel'

'-and thus we will earn Thoros' trust and be brought into his inner circle.'

'Which we will then mercilessly exploit in order to take over ourselves.'

'Of course.'

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Baldwin and Martin sat on the balcony of the villa and watched Edessa implode.

The Armenians had welcomed them with open arms, and Baldwin soon found himself in possession of a much bigger army than he had hoped for. With governers installed at Ravendel and Turbessel, they happily accepted a plea from Thoros for assistance against his Seljuk neighbours.

Martin could hardly believe their luck.

He'd been even more shocked when the townspeople, terrified of the prospect of losing their new protection, had begged Thoros to adopt Baldwin as his son. Baldwin had barely been able to contain his glee; the two had had a good laugh about that after they got to their new quarters after the ceremony.

The snakes had slithered from their hiding places when Baldwin came back from campaign. Thoros was Orthodox, and his religious affiliation set him apart from his subjects.

It was far easier than they could have possibly imagined. All they had to do was look away.

'There goes the gate'

A great roar echoed up as the rioters poured into the citadel. They had been at work for hours now, screams and howls and the scent of burning hay and wood climbing up to the villa.

Martin stretched, leaning back on the wall.

'I was wondering when they were going to unveil the battering ram.'

'They probably could not find it' Baldwin gestured towards the distant armoury. 'I heard that the guards had hidden it.'

'Someone must have talked.'

Martin smiled. 'If I was in charge of hiding it I would have set up a trap, so that nobody would get their hands on it.'

'Traps. You are obsessed.' Baldwin scoffed.

'Nothing too elaborate. Something quick and small; just sharp enough for a lost finger or two.'

'I had an elaborate trap sprung upon me once'

Martin turned towards him; Baldwin gazed sightlessly back into the past.

'I was riding my horse along a track through the forest just south of Bibracte. It was right before we defeated the Helvetii.'

The hairs on the back of Martin's neck stood up.

'A young man- I saw him peering across at me from behind a hedge- had dug a hole in the ground next to a pit-'

'- full of sharp spikes and dropped an asp into it.'

Baldwin stared at him.

Martin started to laugh. 'That was you?!'

'That is my line-'

Martin chuckled and shook his head. 'You have been haunting me my whole life.'

Baldwin let him get the last of his giggles out before asking, quietly, 'Why did you not attack?'

Martin looked bashful.

'It was not mercy. I..ate something that did not agree with me.'

'You had the shits?!'

Baldwin clutched himself, eyes streaming, as he cackled.

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'I have found a wife' Baldwin announced loudly, as he strode into the courtyard.

'And a good morning to you too, Your Excellency' Martin wiped the grease from his mouth as a servant went to fetch another plate of venison. Baldwin sat down opposite him, and slid a piece of parchment across the table.

'Arda, daughter of Thathoul.' Martin looked surprised as he finished reading. 'With a dowry of 60,000 bezants and a father who is Lord of Marash. Well, at least the money is worthwhile.'

'She is the daughter of a minor Armenian noble. Her blood gives my rule here legitimacy.'

'True.' Martin picked up his goblet and tipped it at Baldwin. 'Congratulations. I hope your engagement goes smoothly.'

'And yours. I want to encourage the men to grow roots here, and I would appreciate my second in command leading by example.'

Martin's jaw dropped.

'You are not serious?!'

'I am' Baldwin smiled around a piece of venison. 'You may choose whomever you want. As long as you choose.'

'Is that an order?'

'...it is.'

Martin's face wrinkled in disgust.

'I am not sure sparing your life was not a mistake'

'I suppose you will have to wait and see, won’t you?' said Baldwin, through a shit-eating grin.

****

Arda of Armenia turned out to be forty years old, chronically single, and heavily disgusted by physical intimacy. She refused to even kiss Baldwin, and had made it quite clear that if he tried to she would stab him.

It was a pity. She had a forwardness that he liked in other people.

Martin watched a bird looping overhead while the priest droned through the ceremony. The man was old and dithering, and Martin was having trouble focusing on the words.

'Pay attention' Anoush pinched Martin's wrist, smiling a brittle smile that didn't quite make it to her eyes. She had deep misgivings about her cousin's husband, and had watched Baldwin and Arda's swift courtship with tactful disapproval.

Anoush was young, pretty, and in a committed relationship with her maid. But her brother's heart had skipped a beat when Martin came to their house to make his introduction, so she had agreed to marry him for Vahagn's sake.

There was a brief smattering of applause as the bride and groom shook hands, and then everyone dispersed towards the great hall for the wedding feast.

Vahagn beamed beneath his helmet as he walked beside Martin.

'Ah, that was romantic'

I suppose. We will see how long it lasts.

Author's Notes

Thoros's adoption of Baldwin happened "...according to the custom of that region and people, binding him to his naked chest and clothing him once for all under the garment closest to his own flesh, with pledges given and received by both parties."

Me: ...MEDIEVAL GET-ALONG SHIRT!!

A count is addressed with "Your Excellency"

We know absolutely nothing about Baldwin's second wife. Even her name was only written down in the 17th century. She may have actually been Thoros's daughter, which makes sense because then Baldwin would have been his son-in-law with a legitimate claim to Edessa via marriage.

#bibaldwin #baldwin montclair/male oc #baldwin de clermont #baldwin montclair #a discovery of witches #adow #all souls trilogy #all souls series #all souls tv series #adow spoilers #a discovery of witches season 1 #a discovery of witches season 2 #a discovery of witches season 3

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simthorium · 2 years ago

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“Hey sleepy head,” David said, pointing finger guns at Zuri, who was making breakfast in the kitchen. “You just getting up?” “Shut up, you dick,” Zuri muttered as she made her pancakes. “Someone’s panties are in a twist this morning,” David said. “And not in a good way.” “How could twisted panties possibly be a good thing,” Zuri said.

Zuri scarfed down her breakfast and quickly got ready for work, donning a very embarrassing llama mascot outfit for work. Being a mascot was one step away from downright humiliating, but it was easy money, and the two desperately needed it.

“And then some jabroni threw his slushy at me!” Zuri shouted, sitting beside David at their favorite bar after work. “No way!” David responded. “What is this, Glee? What an asshole!” “I know, right,” Zuri muttered into her drink. “I think mascots should be able to fight people in the crowd,” David said.

“What?” shouted Corey from down the bar. “You’re rooting for the Veronaville Vipers!?” “I think the uniforms are hotter!” Gregory said defensively. “He’s right, they’re definitely hotter,” Zuri piped up. “Hang on, watch how a pro does things,” David whispered to her.

“Hey guys,” David said with a smirk. “C’mon, it’s just soccer! I mean, who even cares that much, right? It’s basically just kickball with a few extra steps. And that’s not even mentioning how confusing it is that everyone else calls it football, as if football’s not an entirely different thing!” “If you don’t walk away now, I’m gonna jump you,” said Corey. “I’ll help,” Gregory said. David swallowed hard. “Well, at least y’all aren’t at each other’s throats anymore,” he said with a nervous laugh.

Zuri let David flounder by himself and went over to chat with her friend Erin. “Long time no see, mom!” Zuri exclaimed. Erin squealed and hugged her. “How you been, girl? I can’t believe you’ve got two kids now.” “Girl, I know,” Erin said with a sigh. “It’s been great though. MJ is truly the best father ever. He’s hanging with the kids tonight, giving me the night off. It’s true what they say, Zarro men are charmers.” “Yeah, yeah,” Zuri said with a laugh.

“So, how are you?” Erin asked. “Any new boos on the horizon?” Zuri rubbed the back of her neck, unsure of what to say. “I can’t keep them off me,” she lied. “You know how it is, living downtown.” “Living the dream,” Erin said. “It was so good running into you!” “You too,” said Zuri. “Hit me up next time you’re out here.

After the game, the two returned home to eat leftovers and hit the hay. “Do you think we’re doing it wrong?” Zuri asked, rolling her eyes when she looked up to see David earnestly licking his plate. “Doing what wrong?” he muttered between licks. “Everything,” Zuri said with a sigh. “Life. I mean, Junior has a wife and 2 kids, Rumi’s married with a baby. Even Noah has kids. I just feel like everyone’s expecting us to follow the same blueprint.” David scoffed. “So what?” he said. “There’s no one way to do life, dude. Plus, we’re doing great! We’ve got this great place, we got the band. We’re happy. You’ll go crazy comparing your life to every single other cousin in this family, dude.”

#Zarro legacy #generation 6 #generation 7 #Gregory #David #Zuri #Corey #Erin #Downtown #so serendipitous that so many people showed up at the bar #but i have NO idea why corey was trying to fight gregory?#they were going at it for the entire time #it was so weird like what's the beef!?

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absolutebuffoonery · 2 years ago

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PT 3 (including finale): I convinced my dad to watch merlin with me and here’s what he has to say

pt 1

pt 2

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“They’re loving that.”

“I don’t even wanna know what they’re doing in there.”

-When Merlin and Arthur get caught in the net booby trap

Arthur, to Merlin: You’re the only friend I’ve got and I couldn’t bear to lose you.

Dad: *literally gasps and gapes at me in surprise*

Merlin: Really?

Arthur: Don’t be stupid.

Dad: *laughs hysterically*

*uther emerges from the veil*

“Wow, of all the dead people, he got the right guy”

“Was that a reference to fisting?” -the horseplay scene when Arthur threatens Merlin with his fist

“Okay that was pretty gay.”

(I don’t even remember what he was talking about here, but he was right)

“Arthur’s unconscious again, alert the media.”

“I really don’t know what to make of Mordred.”

(whenever he said something like this I had to hold in an earth-shattering screech)

“Okay, this son of a bitch has to die” -About Mordred, s5e12

“I am OBSESSED with her.” -about Gwen after she runs someone through with a sword in s5e12

(same)

Arthur: “Just... hold me.”

Dad: *just nods his head*

(I think he was simply acknowledging the queerness)

Arthur, during That scene in s5e13: I want to say something that I’ve never said to you before.

Dad: Ohh boy.

His thoughts after the finale (he wrote an Official Statement for his “tumblr fandom,” including the hashtags at the end):

Well, watching Merlin was a much more satisfying experience than when my kids made me watch Glee with them. Although it was difficult at first to accept the way they bent time to accommodate Merlin and Arthur being contemporaries, I got over it because they succeeded in creating a relationship between two boys-to-men who wouldn't normally exist in each other's worlds. In actual Arthur lore, Merlin is old and wizened long before Arthur is even born. In fact, you remember in an early episode when Gaius references magic being necessary for Uther and his queen to produce a son? Well, in Arthur lore, that magic was cast by Merlin, and Merlin was present during Arthur's childhood. But ok, let's give the BBC some breathing room because they did a good job showing the generational transition from the failings of toxic masculinity (Uther's reign) to the superhuman potential of unapologetic bromance (Arthur's reign). In fact, how many times did I furrow my brow when Uther did something stupid or said something weenie just because he thought he was being strong, but he was actually being...alone. When it was Arthur's turn to do something stupid or say something weenie, he had a posse of good bros by his side to prop him up.

Even in S5E3 when Arthur gets the opportunity to see the ghost of his father and be like, "Bruh, I miss you," Uther instead treats Arthur like shit and belittles him for not being a dick to his people. Respect through fear, I believe is what the ghost Uther was preaching. But that strategy was pretty much self-defeating, given that respect through fear got Uther prematurely dead. Luckily Arthur didn't give it too much thought and decided, "Yeah, nah, I'd rather hug my droogies and marry a servant woman and be respected for doing the right thing, so biyee douchebag." In fact I'm assuming the writers created this post-mortem meeting not as merely another display of magic, but as a tangible means of showing Arthur's wrestling match with his own conscience. Even the playful and boyish banter between Arthur and Merlin (and the way they gaze at each other adoringly) is an example of Arthur's determination to part with toxic masculinity, especially when he gives Merlin the opportunity to be right sometimes without getting his chainmail hoodie in a bunch.

This could absolutely be a lesson to voters the world over, who have the power to put real leaders in office but choose crusty old assholes instead of fresh, young minds and hearts. All the Uthers in the world are giving AOC and Sanna Marin shit for dancing. Can you believe we actually live in an era when our leaders get chided for dancing? For fucking dancing! Meanwhile AOC and Sanna Marin are attracting loyal followers in New York and Denmark, who would follow them to the ends of Camelot, while the same old self-serving ancient curmudgeons who keep getting elected are busy pulling Agravaine after Agravaine out of their bungholes. Perhaps I digress.

Their parting from lore that is a little less acceptable is what they chose to do with Lancelot. Love triangle with Gwen and Arthur, yes, but Lancelot's BBC fate was less than satisfying. There are many tellings of how Lancelot dies, both with and because of Gwen, but the BBC opted against putting Arthur's best knight at the roundtable through most of this series. How fascinating. And weird.

Anyway, the end: Avoiding spoilers, I'd say the series ended appropriately. My 20-year-old daughter is traumatized by the ending, but I know enough about Arthur lore to know that the end is appropriate and loyal to legend. Camelot enters a new era, Merlin finally gets the respect he deserves, and a strong woman rises to power (I hope she dances). Satisfying. My parting thought: Walking away from this series, I've discovered a new career aspiration. I don't need to be king of anything, but I really want a job that allows me to say, "Ready the men, we ride at first light" without getting bullied. I mean, that's just really damn cool.

Thanks for all of your comments and responses. It's been fun.

#Merlin #ArthurAndMerlinOTP #ToxicMasculinityVsBromance #ArthurWasPan #TristanAndIsoldSpinoff

#merlin #bbc merlin #bbc #colin morgan #bradley james #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #merthur #merlin x arthur #gwen pendragon #mordred

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matan4il · 3 years ago

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Jewish Representation

I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about Jewish representation in film and on TV for a long while, and I guess I’m finally at the point where I want to write down some of them.

It wasn’t immediately obvious to me, but something that I’ve come to notice over the years is that Jewish representation in the US (and to whatever degree I got to see Jewish rep in film and TV from other countries, such as the UK) falls into one of two categories (when it even exists):

The “positive” Jewish rep: This is when a Jewish character is the one we’re rooting for, usually a protagonist or a part of the main cast. They’re generally likable. The most notable thing about this is that they are never too Jewish. They don’t use Jewish terms too often, Jewish tradition isn’t too present in their lives, they are not guided nor shaped by Jewish thought and values. The degree to which the audience is even aware the character is Jewish may vary: it can be more present or it can be something people aren’t aware of almost at all in canon. IMO Jake Peralta from Brooklyn 99 is on the “more present” end of this spectrum, while Rachel Green from Friends is someone that I learned just a couple of years ago was meant to be Jewish. From an interview with one of the Jewish show creators. You can argue that it’s implied on screen that she’s Jewish, but why is it never said? Why isn’t it present in any way? We meet her parents, we meet both of her sisters. We see her almost getting married in s1, getting drunk married in the s5 finale. We see her talking about her dream wedding to Ross (who’s also Jewish) and nothing in her description in any way relates to any Jewish traditions she’d like the ceremony to include. We also see her make the decision to have a child with Ross, and again there’s not a single word expressed related to possibly wanting to educate the kid as a Jew, wanting to pass on to Emma Jewish traditions, etc.

The “negative” Jewish rep: This is when either the character itself is Jewish and in some way repulsive or reprehensible, or the situation the character is in is repulsive or reprehensible. Unlike with the “positive” Jewish rep, you can’t miss the Jewish identity/context in the “negative” version. If we’re talking about the character itself being repulsive or reprehensible, the spectrum runs between being utterly annoying and nerdy (many times the annoyance and repulsion other characters feel towards this Jewish character is treated as a comic relief), to downright creepy or even worse. In these cases, the character will be very explicitly Jewish, for example they will use Jewish terms a lot, they will reference Jewish traditions quite often, and they will sometimes even have very explicitly Jewish names. More often than not, they will also be played by a Jewish actor (usually with a more stereotypical “Jewish look.” For example, on Glee, Diana Agron and Lea Michele are both Jewish, but it’s Lea who’s cast as Rachel, the explicitly Jewish character who starts out being incredibly annoying and overbearing, even immoral at times during s1, while Diana is cast as the WASP cheerleader Quinn. On the same theme, actors are more “known” to be Jewish when they play comedic characters than when they are romantic leads. Comedic actors like Andy Samberg, Larry David and David Schwimmer are more often known as being Jewish than people like Harrison Ford. And I can’t think of a single explicitly canonically Jewish character that Ford has played).

If it’s the situation that’s repulsive or reprehensible, we’re usually talking about one of two scenarios: either we’re following a character in the ultra-orthodox community where being Jewish is depicted as being oppressed by one’s own people, or we’re watching a story from the Holocaust, when being Jewish proved to be exceptionally dangerous.

I wanna make it clear, none of these is problematic in itself. Jews are just like everyone else, no better and no worse, so some Jews will be less connected to their Jewish identity. Some Jews will be annoying, or even creepy. Some Jews will very much suffer within their ultra-orthodox communities and will feel oppressed by them. And representing the Holocaust is absolutely vital. It’s the fact that there’s nothing else, nothing between being hardly-Jewish and being very-Jewish-but-it’s-bad-news, that’s the problem. Where are the characters who are proudly Jewish and who find it important to be, who actively engage in being Jewish, who are enriched by being Jewish, and we still cheer for them? The ones whose weddings are held under a Hupa? The ones for whom their Jewish values matter and shape their decisions? The ones who enjoy Jewish food and Jewish culture? Who love celebrating Jewish holidays and find pleasure in getting to know Jewish history? The ones for whom being Jewish isn’t just a throwaway joke about embarrassing stuff that happened at their bar/bat mitzvah? Where are the Jews who talk about it being important to them (not to their “outdated / narrow-minded” parents) to pass on their Jewish heritage to their kids? Without becoming a caricature or the target for mockery? (and not just in one episode out of 235 over the course of ten seasons...) There’s so many Jews like that in real life. People who occupy this huge spectrum of Jewish existence and experience. Why do they hardly exist on our screens?

And maybe this will sound a bit self-contradicting, but... why do we almost never hear about antisemitism outside of the Holocaust and Nazis? I know, I know, this would seem to easily fit into the “negative” Jewish representation, and yet I’m bringing it out because it seems like such a glaring omission to me that I have to wonder about it. If we don’t represent this, it makes it seem as if antisemitism had died at the end of WWII. It didn’t. By erasing current antisemitism in its many different forms, there’s an implication that unlike other minorities, Jews aren’t that impacted by bias against them. But antisemitism is on the rise globally. This trend isn’t even new. That does impact Jews. But you wouldn’t know it from watching Jews on screen. Which also deprives us from seeing Jews being empowered by fighting back against current antisemitism, who look this hatred straight in the eyes and choose their Jewish identity. Narratives about the Holocaust are often stripped of that because the magnitude of destruction was so great, that simply staying alive is the triumph. We hardly see the triumph over anti-Jewish hate that comes from lovingly embracing one’s own identity, history, community and values. Think about the sense of triumph delivered by telling the story of a girl overcoming sexist obstacles and learning to be proud of who she is. We miss out on that with Jewish characters, in addition to missing out on telling the real stories of current Jewish lives and the hardships they face for being Jewish. When I guide Jewish families in our Holocaust museum, you have no idea how many stories about contemporary antisemitism I hear. For better and for worse, this is a significant part of the Jewish experience of many, it should be represented, and it isn’t.

Whether people (audiences and creators alike) realize it or not, I think the sum of all the parts that have been making up this Jewish representation for decades is, “It’s okay that you’re a Jew. Just don’t be too Jewish.” That’s not real acceptance. It’s equivalent to telling gay people it’s fine to be gay, as long as they’re not being gay in public. It’s the same as having people of Latin American descent in a movie or a show, without giving any real presence or meaning to their culture (other than making quinceañera jokes). And when it comes to this issue with Jewish rep, it goes unnoticed. I think that’s unintentionally harmful. And because it’s so unnoticed, it also goes unchecked. Which is a part of the problem, we can’t make something better when we’re not even aware it is currently wrong.

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zutarabender · 2 years ago

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@zutaraweek 2022 day 6 - Closeness. Read on AO3

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"When I was little, I dreamed of marrying someone with black hair and golden eyes."

Bedtime conversations were Katara's favorite moment of the day. They were even better when they were on vacation in Ember Island. She was cozily snuggled in bed against Zuko, drunk on their closeness, with the sea breeze blowing through the open window and caressing them both.

Zuko seemed to share her glee, because he chuckled. When he spoke, his tone didn't carry nearly the amount of feigned indignation that he wished it did.

"So that's all I am to you. Black hair and golden eyes."

"You're also the ruler of a nation, the most handsome man I've ever met, and a Firebender..." Katara trailed off as an amusing thought caught up to her. "I imagined my partner in life would be a Waterbender. That one I got wrong."

"Well, I... I never thought too much about it." Zuko frowned. "I never thought I'd get to make that kind of choice for myself. It's not really how things were ever done here."

"I thought about it so much, even though I didn't have many options, really. That's part of why I wanted to go to the North Pole so badly." She shifted, pulling slightly away so she could look Zuko in the eye. When it was the two of them, just like this, Katara could say words no one else should ever hear. "I didn't really belong back home. My own brother treated my bending like it was some sort of cursed witchcraft or sorcery before... well. I needed to get out."

"I'm glad we both did, in a way." He placed his hand on her cheek, his gaze full of affection. "It led me to you."

Katara turned slightly to kiss the palm of his hand. She loved him so deeply that her body couldn't contain it.

"I'm so grateful that this is how things turned out," she whispered. "I feel like a spirit must be watching over me and blessing me with good fortune. Perhaps the Blue Spirit," she added cheekily, but then his grin mirrored hers.

"Isn't the Spirit of the Yang-hui River in your debt?"

"I never told you about that."

Zuko smiled wider, but didn't reveal much else. Aang or Sokka must have told him. Perhaps Toph, who had been trying to get them together since her seismic sense clued her in. While she never intended to keep it a secret, it wasn't exactly the sort of thing that came up in general conversation.

"The very land of this nation owes you so much, Katara," he said. "I don't know how to even begin to repay you in the name of the Fire Nation."

"Oh, leave duty and honor out of this bed, Zuko. There are no debts between us. Right now, we're just two people who love each other doing their best."

Zuko's eyebrows shot up.

"You said love." It sounded almost like a question, making Katara giggle.

"What, am I wrong?"

Zuko answered her question before putting it into words, holding her closer and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"No," he said softly. "Not at all."

#zutaraweek #zutara week #zutara week 2022 #zutara #katara #zuko #if there was ever a piece that was entirely within my comfort zone #it's this one #no regrets #sorry for the delay things have been insane #will try to finish up the prompts but no promises #high holidays and all #my stuff

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weelittleweasley · 4 years ago

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my girl (f.w.)

prompt: you always knew fred would be a great dad and every day he exceeds your expectations

pairing: dad! fred x mom! reader

warnings: pregnancy, hospitals, children (yes, children is a warning), mild language, suggestion and brief mention of sex, thunderstorm, fear of thunder/rain.

word count: 6.2k

author’s note: THIS BITCH SO LONG IM SO SORRY this is the last installment of the 60s writing challenge!! thank you to everyone who has tuned in!!

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It was laughable; the way Fred stared at your large pregnant belly with eyes full of anticipation, hands placed on either sides of it, waiting for your child to kick at his hands. You giggled as he gently whispered to your protruding stomach, “Come on, little one. It’s your daddy. Give us a little kick, yeah?” Your stomach remained still as he lightly groaned, only making you laugh. “This child already likes keeping me on my wit’s end,” he grumbled before kissing your belly. “I’m just teasing,” he whispered again to the bump. “I love you so much.”

You brush your fingers through Fred’s hair, him sighing as you do. Fred had been so darling over the past nine months of your pregnancy. He found more staff for the joke shoppe to take over the early morning shifts and the night shifts so he could spend those hours taking care of you, helping around the house, and preparing for the baby’s arrival. You were always Fred’s number one priority, but that was set in stone after you became pregnant. He would literally drop anything if you even murmured that you needed something. Fred would wake up first and get your prenatal vitamins ready for you to drink with a large glass of water, he’d make breakfast, clean the kitchen, and only then would he wake you up. You had to admit, you could get used to living like this. But alas, you were past your due date and the baby was expected any day now.

“She loves you too, Freddie,” you tell him as you prop yourself up on your elbows, getting a better look at your husband who still rubs his hands over your stomach, searching for your unborn baby’s feet.

Fred looks up at you with questioning eyes. “She?” Fred could honestly care less about the sex of his child, as long as the baby was healthy. That’s all he could truly ask for. But secretly, deep down, Fred wanted a little girl, a princess. Someone who could be his princess since he had already found his queen.

You smiled with a shrug, “I have a feeling. I know it’s supposed to be a surprise, but when you know you know, don’t you?”

With that, against the skin of your stomach, pressed against Fred’s hand is two large kicks. Fred’s eyes widen as he sits up, feeling his child kick against his hands as the two of you laugh. Fred smiles wide and says, “Is that a sign?” he stares up at you with excited eyes as you cover your mouth laughing with glee. “Is that right, baby? A little girl?” he whispers to your belly, earning another two strong kicks as the two of you laugh out with delight. “A little princess and a strong one at that!” he cheers. “We’ve got a little football player on our hands, don’t we? Well, too bad, because your daddy is going to teach you all about quidditch.”

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The hospital room was quiet, no one daring to disturb the air that surrounded the newborn baby girl that was fast asleep on your chest. Her plump cheeks squished against your bare chest made you and Fred smile with delight. A healthy baby girl born after a brutally long labor, but it was all worth it. You softly kissed the top of her head, making her stir in her sleep.

You looked over at Fred to see him, gently wipe tears from his eyes as he gazed upon your newborn daughter. In this room, he had everything he’d ever wanted. The sight of your husband looking so lovingly at your daughter made your heart swell as you felt hot tears prick up behind your eyes. Reaching out, you cupped Freddie’s cheek as brushed away with happy tears with your thumb. Freddie looked up at you with eyes so tender and a smile so warm, you giggled out a sob. “She’s perfect,” he quietly spoke to you as you nodded your head in agreement.

She really was the most precious thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Her button nose and soft features rested upon her gentle skin, tufts of strawberry blonde hair poking out from the cap the hospital dressed her in. Her lips were pink and squished against your chest as small dreaming noises escaped now and again. Your darling little girl, your little flower.

“Daisy,” you spoke softly to Fred as you brushed your daughter’s cheek softly.

The two of you had spoke about what to name the baby for a while, a few names tossed around here and there, but none of them felt right. Until Daisy popped into your head.

Fred nodded his head with a happy smile, “Yeah.” In her sleep, the baby stirred at the sound of Fred’s voice, making him scoot impossibly closer to the hospital bed, leaning close to his daughter. “How do you like that, love bug?” he cooed at the sleeping baby on your chest. “Daisy,” he smiled to himself. “I love you so much. You’re going to give mommy a run for her money,” he joked, making you roll your eyes with a breathy chuckle. Fred looked up at you and placed a kiss to your forehead. “I can’t believe we made something as perfect as she is,” he shakes his head in disbelief.

You smiled at your husband and sighed. The man before you was so perfect, helplessly in love with you and the child you created. Slowly, you peeled sleeping Daisy off of your chest and handed her over to an eager Fred, scooping her in his arms, cradling the baby close to his chest. Fred cooed down at his baby who slowly fluttered her eyes open, peering her dark eyes, that looked so like Fred’s, up at him. You laid back in the hospital bed, relaxing as you watched Fred murmur to Daisy, speaking gently and kissing her forehead and nose every now and again. As if you couldn’t fall more in love with Fred, watching him become a father was enough to make you fall in love fifty more times.

Fred rose from the chair he was sat in and started walking around the hospital room, rocking the baby and talking to her about the life she was going to have. “Just wait until Uncle George gets his hands on you,” he whispered as you silently laughed. “Grandma Molly is going to spoil the hell out of you,” he shook his head for his eyes widened and he looked at you. “I shouldn’t curse in front of our baby, should I?” he asks as you shake your head. “Damn it,” he curses again as he winces. “I’ll stop now,” he huffs making you laugh as your eyes feel heavy. The long labor had you exhausted and you had been up with Daisy feeding her and watching her alongside Fred. “Darling,” Fred cooed at you, “get some rest, please. I’ve got Daisy and she’s not due for another feeding for some time. You need to get some rest,” he tells you, walking over to the bed, helping pull the sheets up to cover you as you look up at his handsome face. “I’ll take care of our baby. Don’t worry.”

With a teasing sleepy smile on your face, you say, “I don’t know how much I trust you with a newborn child.” Fred gives you a look, making you chuckle. “I’m kidding, love, I’m kidding.” Fred kisses your forehead, your nose, and then your lips gently, him rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Fred speaks before placing another kiss to your lips softly. He sits himself in the chair again, Daisy looking sleepy again herself. He sighs before clearing his throat and gently starting to sing a melody that sounded all too familiar to you. “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day,” he sings, making your heart flutter in your chest. “When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May,” his voice is soothing, the vibrations from his chest calming Daisy down and putting her in a sleepy trance. “I guess you’d say what can make me feel this way, my girl, talkin’ ‘bout my girl,” his deep voice sings the familiar love song.

Fred looks at you as you watch him with a small smile on your face, tears welling up in your eyes. He was singing your wedding song to your baby. It felt like a dream. Being married to the man you’ve always loved, seeing him cradle your beautiful baby girl in his arms, singing the song you would dance to as teenagers. It was unreal, but somehow, you were lucky enough to be living in it.

“I got so much honey, the bees envy me. I’ve got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees,” he continues to sing along, slowly putting both you and Daisy to sleep as you flutter your eyes closed, happy and safe.

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The drive back from the hospital was slow. Fred insisting on not driving faster than twenty miles an hour even though the speed limit was thirty. This caused many cars on the road to change lanes and shoot Fred dirty looks.

“Fred, honey, you can drive faster than this. She’s in a car seat, strapped in very well as you made sure of before we left the hospital, and the road is very clear considering everyone has driven around you,” you tell him from the passenger seat.

He shakes his head, “No way. I am remaining as safe as humanly possible. Can’t risk putting my little flower petal in harm’s way.”

But eventually, you arrived back to your house where your friends and family awaited your arrival patiently. You turned the keys in the lock and pushed the door open, Fred following closely behind you with Daisy in her carrier. “We’re home,” you sing song out at the bunches of people who awaited your arrival in your home.

Everyone rises from the couches and chairs in your home, big smiles on their faces when they see you, Fred, and Daisy enter the door. Molly gasps and covers her mouth, tears already welling up in her eyes as Fred sighs. “Ron! Mum is already crying, you owe me two galleon!” George calls out. “I call holding it first!” George calls out.

“It?” Ginny makes fun of her brother with a light chuckle as Ron cackles from the other side of the couch, earning a pillow toss in the face from George. “I reckon I should hold the baby first considering I am going to be the godmother, right, (Y/N)?” Ginny asks.

George lets out a laugh, “Hilarious, Ginny. Last time I checked it was my twin who had the baby. Surely, I will be the godparent and the first one to hold it.”

“Stop calling the baby it!” Ginny reprimands him. “The baby is a...wait, you never told us what the baby’s sex is,” Ginny looks to you and Fred as the two of you are too preoccupied laughing at the antics of the group already. You weren’t even home five minutes and there was already arguing. “So?”

You look to Fred, giving him the honor of announcing the baby’s sex. “Everyone will get a turn holding her,” he announces as Ginny cheers out in victory, Ron owing George another two galleons, as Molly and Hermione squeal in excitement. “But who ever holds her first needs to wash their hands. I don’t want any dirty paws on my perfect baby girl,” he coos into the carrier before you take off the buckle and scoop Daisy into your arms as she stretches in your arms.

Ginny and George both make a mad dash to the sink, pushing the other out of their ways, trying to wash their hands first. You shake your head with a chuckle, and look down at your baby girl who is fast asleep still, still too young to understand the chaos of a family she was born into.

Molly laughs and speaks, “While those two battle of the soap, little do they know I already washed and sanitized my hands when I came in.” You laugh, knowing Molly Weasley came prepared to be the first one to hold her grandchild.

“Wait,” Fred stops his mother before you can pass the baby over to her. He pulls a vile of hand sanitizer from his pocket and squirts two drops in his mother’s hands, just in case. You slap his arm. “What? Can’t be too safe,” he defends himself. After Molly rubs in the gel, she looks at her son, giving him a sarcastic look. “Alright, now you can hold her,” he speaks as Molly rolls her eyes as you gently place Daisy in her arms.

Molly looks down at the newest addition to the Weasley family and her lights light up. Arthur looks over her shoulder and smiles softly at the beautiful babe in Molly’s arms. “She’s just a doll, isn’t she?” Arthur whispers as Molly cradles your daughter in her arms.

George and Ginny race back into the living room only to find their mother holding Daisy instead of one of them. George groans as Ginny defeatedly flops on the couch. “Snooze you lose, children,” she teases with a smile and George mimics her before flopping on the couch next to Ginny and Harry. Molly looks back at you and Fred with a big smile. “Well done, you two,” she beams as Fred hugs you from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head. “She’s simply beautiful.”

“Thank you, Molly,” you smile. “So, do you lot want to know her name?” you ask the group, earning a symphony of yes’s and please’s. You look up at Fred who gives you an encouraging nod. With a gulp, you reveal, “Her name is Daisy.” Hermione smiles widely and claps her hands excitedly. “Daisy Ginevra Weasley,” you finish.

Ginny’s eyes widen in shock at the baby’s middle name. It was important to both you and Fred that you had a family name in there besides the surname. You were insistent on giving Daisy Ginny’s name as her middle name. Ginny played a big factor in why you and Fred got together and she was always there for you every step of your relationship. It only seemed right to name your child after her. “You...you named her after me?” Ginny asks in disbelief as you and Fred nod your heads. “Bloody hell,” she whispers with a smile, tears making her eyes glassy, but she pushes them down with a shake of her head. “I don’t know what to say. I...” Ginny searches for the words, but just ends up running over to you and embracing you and Fred in the tightest hug.

You laugh and give her a squeeze before holding her face in your hands. “You’re my sister, Gin. It only made sense to name our first daughter after someone who means so much to the both of us,” you tell Ginny as she smiles, tears now spilling from her eyes. You wipe away the tears with your thumbs as Fred places a kiss to his sister’s forehead.

Ginny laughs before punching Fred’s arm teasingly. “Merlin, you lot have made me soft,” she wipes her tears with a sniffle, making you and Fred laugh. Molly walks over to her daughter and puts Daisy in her arms as Ginny gasps and holds the baby close to her chest. “Hello, little one,” she whispers as Fred holds you in his arms, smiling wide as he watches his little sister hold his daughter. The sight was enough to make you cry again. The person who had been so influential in you and Fred’s relationship was now holding your first born child. “Reckon you have quite a beautiful middle name, eh?” she laughs before taking a seat next to Harry on the couch.

“Georgina also has a nice ring to it. Daisy Georgina Weasley. It’s not too late, you know,” George tells you and Fred, making you laugh and Ginny give him a dirty look.

“Shut it, you wanker,” she whispers through gritted teeth.

“Ah, ah, ah! No swearing in front of the baby!” George tsks his sister before looking at you and Fred. “You don’t want a godparent who swears in front of children, now do you?” he continues to push Ginny’s buttons as she rolls her eyes, but continues to coo at Daisy who peels her eyes open and peers up at Ginny.

Fred walks towards George who sits in the living room chair and speaks, “Funny you should mention that. (Y/N) and I have both gone back and forth about this for a long while. And we decided that if anything should happen to either of us, we would want you to raise Daisy, George.” George’s eyes widen in disbelief as he looks back and forth between you and Fred as you smile widely. It was a no brainer deciding who Daisy’s godparent would be. George was the first person to know when you were pregnant, he made sure the joke shoppe could function the same now with Fred as a dad, he baby proofed his flat months in advance for Daisy’s arrival. George would be a great uncle and godfather to your child. “What do you say, Georgie?” Fred asks.

George engulfs Fred in a massive bear hug, making your heart swell as Molly wrapped her arm around you, pulling you into her side. Today was surely one of the best days of your life, watching your family care for this new life with so much love and tenderness. George pulls away from Fred with tears in his eyes, clearing his throat, and speaking, “Of course. Yeah, ‘course I will. If anyone lays a finger on that child consider them dead meat.” Fred laughs and hugs his brother again, the two of them sharing a tender moment.

Ginny rises from the couch and with a smile, passes Daisy over to her godfather and uncle. George holds Daisy with utmost care and carefulness. He carefully sits down and smiles at the small baby in his arms. “Hey, peanut. I’m your Uncle Georgie,” he smiles down at Daisy who yawns and stretches in his arms, pushing off her hospital cap in the process to reveal her tufts of strawberry blonde hair. “Ah, the Weasley signature,” George laughs. “Sorry about that one, (Y/N),” he winks as you laugh, sitting on the couch with Ginny’s legs folded over your lap as she kisses your cheek. “Godric, she’s beautiful, Freddie,” George gushes. “You’re gonna be a heart breaker, kid. Just like your mum before she met your dear old dad. You know it took him three times before she finally said yes to go out with him?”

“Alright, no need to embarrass me in front of my three day old child,” Fred laughs, sitting on the arm of the chair.

The whole lot of you sits in the living room, quite still, watching Daisy as she gets passed around the room, each person interacting with her, cooing at her. When she gets passed around to Ron and Hermione, Ron huffs, “So, Ginny is her namesake, George is her godparent, does that make me the cool uncle?”

With a laugh, you shake your head, “Absolutely. Every kid needs a cool uncle and aunt.”

Ron smiles, “Wicked.”

Hermione coos at Daisy, Ron gently brushing her cheek with his forefinger as Daisy yawns widely. “You are a darling,” Hermione blushes to the baby before looking at Ron with pleading eyes.

“Oh, don’t give me that look. I have the daunting job of being cool uncle. Let me get that job done first before we get involved with something else,” he warns as Hermione laughs along with the rest of the group.

You look over to Fred who is already looking at you, love plaguing his eyes as you sigh happily. He smiles at you gently before mouthing an I love you, you reciprocating the action. Everything in this moment felt so right, so perfect.

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“You’re coming over for dinner on Wednesday, right?” Ginny confirms with you as Harry helps her into her coat, baby Lily on Ginny’s hip.

Everyone had come over for Sunday dinner at you and Fred’s house, like every other week. But as the years went by, the dinner guest list had changed and adapted to include more people. Harry and Ginny’s first child as well as Ron and Hermione’s first child became a part of the guest list along with Angelina as she was now engaged to George. It was always something to look forward to at the end of the weekend, having family over. Not to mention, Daisy was obsessed with her cousins.

“Of course. I don’t think Daisy would let us miss it,” you tell Ginny as you kiss Harry and Ginny goodbye. “Dee! Come say goodbye Aunt Gin and Uncle Harry!” you call out to your daughter who is still running around with James, Albus, Rose, and Hugo.

Daisy, now three years old, whines, “I don’t want to say goodbye, Mummy!” She stomps her foot in protest and folds her arms in protest. Daisy loved every moment she spent with her family which only made you and Fred happier. Family was so important to the two of you and the fact that her best friends where her cousins always warmed your hearts.

You smiled at your daughter and replied, “I know, darling. But you’ll see everyone again on Wednesday when we visit Aunt Gin and Uncle Harry’s house.”

Ginny chimes in, “And when you come over, I’ll let you wear my quidditch gloves like last time. How does that sound?”

Daisy’s face lights up and she immediately runs over to Ginny and hugs her legs as Ginny scoops her up and peppers her face with kisses as Daisy laughs wildly. Daisy looked up to Ginny. She always told you and Fred how much she wanted to be like her and play quidditch and fly around on a broom and win all of the games. She even started to demand being called by her middle name and not her first name, but you compromised with Daisy Gin.

Ginny places Daisy back down before calling out, “Alright, Potters! Let’s get a move on. You boys both need a bath,” she huffs when she sees chocolate smeared over both of her boy’s faces as they giggle wildly, running to Harry as he scoops up Albus and sets him on his hip. “Maybe if Uncle Fred didn’t let you eat half of the sweets bin, you wouldn’t need a third bath today,” she speaks, ruffling her hands in James’ hair, giving Fred the stink eye.

“Cool uncles let their cool nephews eat a bit of chocolate now and again, isn’t that right, James?” Fred asks, James fist bumping him in response with a wide grin.

The Potters leave the house with a final round of goodbyes and kisses before Ron and Hermione follow suit, putting on jackets. Hermione bundles Hugo up in his rain boots and rain coat as Rose appears at your feet. “Auntie (Y/N), can Daisy and I have a sleepover again?” she asks, batting her eyes at you with the most devious smile she could conjure up.

Ron rubs his face, “Sweet Merlin, Rose, you are trouble with a capital t.”

You laugh and give Rose a kiss on her forehead, “Of course we can. How about next week you can sleepover here and we can go pancakes in the morning like last time?” Rose’s eyes widen as she and Daisy squeal with excitement.

“Come on, darling,” Hermione calls over to Rose, holding her hand out for Rose to take. “Thanks again, dinner was delicious, (Y/N),” Hermione kisses your cheek goodbye.

“Don’t mention it,” you speak. “We’re still on for drinks with Luna on Friday, right?” you ask as she nods excitedly. “Brilliant. That means cool uncle and cool dad are in charge of the kids,” you beam before giving Ron and hug goodbye.

Ron laughs, “Coolest uncle. I’ve been promoted.” You chuckle before waving goodbye to Ron, Hermione, and the kids. This just left George and Angelina which was always the toughest part of the night.

George slips on his coat as Angelina follows, before he calls out. “Alright, my flower,” he speaks. “Hit me with your best one.” He holds out his arms as Daisy giggles, running into his arms and throws her arms around his neck as George picks her up and swings her around, making Daisy squeal. “Oh, Uncle Georgie loves you so much,” he kisses her cheeks before blowing fart noises in her neck, making her laugh even harder. “I’ve got a proposal for you, my darling. How about little Daisy here helps up open up the shop next Saturday? Teach her about the family business?” he tickles her sides as Daisy giggles, Angelina watching her fiancé lovingly as he entertains the child with ease. “What do you say, (Y/N)? Dad will be there to make sure Uncle George doesn’t corrupt the child,” he teases as you roll your eyes.

You sigh and look at your husband and brother in law. “Yeah, alright,” you comply as Daisy cheers while George spins her around in victory. “Only if that means Angie and I get to have a night out on Saturday.”

Angelina laughs in agreement. “Absolutely. And it’s you lot’s treat,” she adds as you smile before giving her a hug and kiss goodbye. “I’ll see you soon, (Y/N). Thank you again for dinner.”

You watch as George dances around with Daisy, her smiling widely. George was a brilliant uncle and godfather. He was always willing to drop anything when you or Fred needed some help with her. Not to mention, he never minded playing babysitter when you and Fred needed a night alone.

Fred sighed, “Alright, Daisy Gin, time for a bath and bed. You’ve had a long day.”

“No!” she protests, wrapping her arms tighter around George’s neck, pressing her cheek against his as George laughs.

Fred pretends to gasp, “What do you mean no?”

“Uncle Georgie stays with me!” she demands. “And Auntie Angie!”

Fred’s heart swells at how much his young daughter loved his twin and his soon to be wife. “I know you want them to stay, my petal, but it’s time for bed. Besides, we’ll see Uncle George and Auntie Angie on Wednesday,” he tells your three year old as she pouts.

George speaks, “Hey, don’t be upset. That’s very soon. And besides, next time I see you, I’ll have a surprise...” This makes Daisy’s eyes light up with joy and clap her hands. “I’ll see you soon, okay? I love you bunches.”

“Love you,” Daisy smiles in her tiny voice as George places a kiss to her cheek, Angelina placing another kiss to her opposite cheek, making Daisy giggle. Daisy is handed off to Fred as the last couple leaves with another round of hugs and kisses.

“Get home safe! And be careful on the roads! It’s supposed to storm tonight!” Fred calls out as George and Angelina hop into their car with another wave. Fred closes the door with a sigh. Now it was just you, him, and Daisy. “Alright, you,” he teases Daisy who smiles. “I think it’s time for you to take a bath,” he scoops your daughter up into his arms, taking one of her bare feet in his hand, lifting it up to his nose. He feigns disgust. “Those stink, Daisy Gin!” he exclaims as Daisy giggles. “Mummy, we’ve got a 2342! Stinky feet!”

You gasp, “A 2342?!” Daisy laughs louder. “Get her in the bath! Stat!”

With that, Fred runs up the stairs and to the bathroom as Daisy shrieks with delight as you can’t help but chuckle. Even the simplest things Fred made fun. Each day with Fred as the father of your child was an adventure. He made the simple days extraordinary and the extraordinary days out of this world. He was the center of Daisy’s world; that baby girl loved her father more than anything. Sometimes it made you a little jealous, how much she adored Fred, but you couldn’t stay mad for too long. It was just so damned adorable how she stared up at Fred with so much idolization.

From your bedroom, you could hear Fred and Daisy sing nursery rhymes in the bath, Fred doing silly voices which only made Daisy giggle. The sang, they counted, talked about animals, and colors. Each babbling conversation made your heart swell with love.

“Mummy!” you hear Daisy call from her bedroom.

“Coming, my peanut!”

You walked down the hall and into Daisy’s room, decorated in white and yellow flowers on the walls with a bookcase filled with books and toys, and her small bed with sheets adorned with Holyhead Harpies sheets as per Daisy’s request. She sat on the bed, wrapped in her towel, waiting for you to change her into pajamas. It was your favorite part of the day.

You smiled at your daughter with freshly washed hair, wrapped in a green towel. “There’s my flower,” you smiled as Daisy kicked her legs excitedly. “What pajamas are we wearing tonight? Your Harpies pajamas are in the wash, but you have your daisy pajamas from Uncle Neville and your rainbow pajamas from Auntie Luna.” Daisy thinks for a moment before requesting her daisy pajamas from Neville.

As you change your daughter into fresh pajamas, you listen to her babble about how much fun she had with her cousins and how she couldn’t wait for Wednesday. You smiled to yourself, still wondering how you were so lucky to get the sweetest, most darling little girl in the world as your daughter. You brushed her hair gently before plaiting her red hair that matched Fred’s into two pigtail plaits. Daisy smiled at herself in the mirror as you peppered her right cheek with kisses making her giggle. “I love you, Daisy Gin,” you tell her.

“I love you, Mummy,” she bats her eyelashes, looking up at you with those big chocolate brown eyes that so resembled Fred’s. All of Daisy reminded you of Fred. From her hair to her eyes to the way she spoke, it was all so Fred which only made you love your little tike more fiercely.

You carried her back to bed, tucking her in her sheets before calling out for Fred. Within seconds, Fred appeared with a smile on his face. “Bedtime for my princess,” he smiles before kneeling next to you at her bedside. “Goodnight, my baby,” he kisses her forehead as Daisy closes her eyes with a smile.

“I’m not a baby!” she protests. “I’m a big girl! Like Auntie Ginny!”

Fred smiles as you laugh. “Oh, pardon me! Goodnight, my big girl,” he corrects himself as you lean over and give your baby a kiss on the forehead.

You run your finger through the loose strands of hair that are wispy around her face. “Sweet dreams, my girl,” you speak softly.

“Goodnight, Mummy,” she speaks sweetly, enough to make your heart burst. “Goodnight, Daddy,” she coos at Fred who smiles.

The two of you shut the lights and shut the door gently. You and Fred make your way into your bedroom, getting ready for bed yourselves. As Fred shuts the door behind him, you feel his arms wrap around your waist as you sigh. He presses a trial of kisses up your neck as you smile. “She’s getting so big,” you whine, turning around and facing Fred. He places a chaste kiss to your lips.

Fred sighs. It was true. Daisy was growing up way too fast for your liking. It was exciting, watching her become her own person. But at the same time, you loved her at this age. How small and confident she was. How she thought she was so in control. It was adorable. “I don’t like thinking about it too much,” he confesses. “But...” he trails off before starting to unbutton the buttons of your shirt. “We could prevent that...if we had another...” he suggests as you smirk. “It’s been nearly three years. Don’t you think we deserve another one?” he wiggles his eyebrows. “Another baby to keep Daisy company...”

You shake your head, “Fred Weasley, you are relentless.” You press a kiss to his lips and Fred deepens it, kissing you slowly and tenderly as you gently moan into his mouth. He smirks as he pushes the shirt you wear off your body. Quickly pulling away, you look at him. “Are you sure she’s asleep already? I don’t need our daughter walking in on a situation neither of us want to explain to a three year old,” you tell him.

Fred huffs before kissing you again, mumbling against your lips. “I’m sure.” You give him a knowing look as he groans, “Fine. I’ll lock the door. But you better get your ass in that bed.”

You giggle as Fred runs to the door, locking it as you crawl into the bed, a little too excited.

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A few hours later, you and Fred are fast asleep, Fred shirtless, arm draped around your torso as you wear his shirt to sleep. The sounds of rain hitting the window sound through the master bedroom, the occasional rumble of thunder here and there. To you and Fred, the rain always helped you sleep, but the youngest Weasley disagreed.

Slowly, the bedroom door creaked open further. She held onto her hippogriff plushie tightly, eyes full of worry. “Mummy?” she quietly asked into the room as you stirred in your sleep, slowly recognizing the voice. “Mummy? Daddy?” she called out again.

You woke up, sitting up straight to see your baby girl standing in the door way, fear in her eyes as she clung onto her plushie. Thunder rumbled outside as Daisy gasped, scared of the noise. “Daisy? Baby, what’s wrong, petal?” you asks, sleep laced in your voice.

She ran to the side of the bed as lightning flashed, you scooping her up in your arms as she held onto you tight, shivering lightly. Sadness coursed through your body as you realized your baby was afraid of the storm that was outside. “Aw, my flower,” you cooed as you rocked her back and forth, her sniffling into your chest. “It’s okay, my love,” you speak, kissing her head.

Fred rubs his eyes and realizing that his daughter was crying into his wife’s chest. Panic rises in Fred’s voice, “Is she alright? Do I need to call a Healer? Muggle doctor?”

You shake your head no. “Our little Daisy Gin is afraid of the storm,” you whisper to Fred who nods his head. “It’s alright, baby. Mummy and Daddy are here,” you flip yourself around so Daisy can see her father. “See? We’re here, petal. Everything is alright.”

Daisy sniffles as she looks at Fred and gives him a timid wave. Fred smiles sadly at his princess and speaks, “Hello, flower. The rain woke you up, huh?” Daisy nods her head. “Bloody rain. Should I yell at the rain? And tell it to stop bothering us?” he asks, still groggy, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

Daisy giggles and nods her head as Fred rises from the bed and walks over to the window, opening it up mid-storm despite your protests. He sticks his head out of the window and screams out, “Hey! Rain! Go away!”

Your daughter laughs madly in your arms as you can’t help but chuckle. Surely the neighbors think you have lost your minds. Fred shuts the window and climbs back into bed as you and Daisy’s laughter fades. However, the laughter is replaced with another shriek from Daisy as lightning strikes and thunder rumbles. She retreats further into your chest as you rub her back, kissing her head.

An idea pops into Fred’s head as he opens his arms for Daisy to curl into. He clears his throat and starts, “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May.” Your heart instantly melts at the sound of Fred singing to your daughter like he did the day she was born in the hospital three years ago. “I guess you’d say what can make me feel this way, my girl,” he sings as he looks to you to join him.

“Talkin’ ‘bout my girl,” you join Fred as the three of you lay in the bed, Daisy cuddled in between the two of you, her sniffles fading. You continue to sing until her eyes start to flutter close and her mouth emits small snores. Slowly, you fade out as she is soundly asleep. Fred brushes his little girl’s hair out of her face with a soft smile. You are too occupied looking at Fred and how he stares at your daughter, your heart racing. As if he couldn’t be a better dad.

Fred looks at you with a smile. “I love you,” you tell him with a small shake of your head. “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much more, my dear,” he speaks before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. “You’re my world. The two of you complete me. My girls.”

With that, you and Fred cuddle up to your sleeping daughter, falling asleep to the sounds of the rain.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 years ago

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Teddy Bear (James Patrick March x reader)

Description: James and the reader have a seemingly perfect relationship, until they find out he wants to kill them that is

A/N: big thanks to @anxiously-sad for helping me with the plot on this one <3 Also fair warning, this ending does not have a happy one (and yes, I know the gif isn't of Melanie Martinez, I couldn't find one that would fit so just go with it)

Warnings: mentions of murder, slightly toxic relationship, this does not have a happy ending

You and James had the perfect relationship. He was caring, thoughtful, and always put your feelings first. So what if he murdered a few guests during their stay at the hotel? What he did during his free time wasn't any of your business. Besides, it's not like it was hurting anyone (other than the people getting killed, of course).

You thought your perfect little paradise would last forever. You were an idiot.

One night after dinner, he told you to wait for him in his bedroom as he prepared for the surprise he had planned for you. You were ecstatic, thinking he was finally going to propose.

Humming with glee, you danced around the room as you watched Ms. Evers clean up the dinner plates.

"Oh, I'm just so excited!" You shouted gleefully as you jumped on the bed. "He's finally going to ask me to marry him!"

Ms. Evers scoffed as she picked up another plate. "Yeah, right," she muttered to herself. "If anything, he's going to ask you not to be alarmed when he sinks his blade into you chest."

"What do you mean?" You stopped jumping and looked at her with a perplexed expression on your face.

"Didn't you know?" She turned to face you. "He plans on killing you tonight. That's what the big surprise is."

You felt your joyous mood deflate like a balloon. "No, that's impossible. James loves me, he would never do that."

She laughed at the look of horror on your face. "Oh, but he would. And you're right, he does love you. Loves you enough to never want you to leave.

"His reasoning for killing you is simple, really: with you dead, you could never possibly leave the hotel, and therefore never possibly leave him, no matter how hard you try."

You slowly crumpled to the floor in shock. James? Kill you? No, it couldn't be. He loved you too much.

Then again, Ms. Evers words did make a lot of sense. He got insanely jealous over anyone you talked to that wasn't him, and was so overly possessive of you he once ordered that you weren't allowed to leave the hotel without his permission.

"There's got to be another way! I mean, he can't just kill me!" You exclaimed.

"Yes, he can," she corrected you as she picked up the another dirty dish. "Best just to accept it now, than suffer through the consequences."

"No, no, I can't." You started sobbing. "The love of my life, killing me? I can't accept that."

"Oh, chin up now dear!" She consoled you. "The pain will be over soon, and then you'll get to stay here with Mr. March forever! Now, who wouldn't want that?"

"I don't." You firmly said as you stood up. "I'm getting out of here, tonight."

She rolled her eyes at you. "Yeah, like I'll ever let that happen. If you get away, the first person he'll blame is me."

"Which is why you're not going to tell him until after I'm already long gone, or I'm going to go downstairs where Iris and Liz got you that fancy new washing machine and smash it," you snarled at her as you grabbed your keys. "Now, I'm leaving, and don't you dare try and stop me, or I'll make good on my promise, got it?"

Ms. Evers stared back at you with her mouth agape, clearly in shock over what you'd just said. "You've got it!" She confirmed as she watched you exit the room in a hurry.

You raced down the stairs, figuring it would be much quicker than trying to use the elevator.

You were almost out the front door when suddenly someone grabbed you and pulled you back.

"Dearest! Leaving so soon?"

You immediately froze, knowing exactly who that voice belonged to.

"Are you going to kill me now?" You fearfully asked.

"Don't be ridiculous!" He said as he began to drag you towards the elevator. "I'm not going to kill you until we get to our hotel room. Much more private, you see."

You kicked and screamed, trying to claw your way free, but it was no use.

"Come now, don't be like that! Don't you want to stay here with me forever?"

"Not against my free will, I don't!" You shouted as you stamped on his foot, momentarily distracting him long enough so you could slip out of his arms.

Once the elevator doors opened up, you quickly ran towards the end of the hallway, hoping to find an escape route of some sort. You could hear James chasing after you, but all you could think about was finally being free.

All of a sudden, your world went dark, and you woke to find yourself lying in a bed. Sitting up and looking around, you recognized it to be one of the many rooms at the Cortez.

"Is this heaven?" You asked yourself.

"No, but I don't suppose it would be hell either," James said as he got up from where he was sitting and walked over to you. "How are you feeling?"

"Alright." Your neck felt stiff, as if you'd been laying there for awhile. "How long have I been out?"

"Oh, a couple of days at least. Ms. Evers found you out in the hallway and alerted me at once."

"So I'm not dead after all!" You smiled to yourself. "It was all just a bad dream."

"For you, I suppose so," he said as he puffed on his cigar. "I thought the stab to the neck would be enough to take you out, but apparently I was wrong. That's what I like about you, your fighter instinct."

You vaguely remembered a sharp, stabbing pain you felt in the back of your neck, and realized with horror that you had died out in that hallway. "So that means, I must really be-"

"Dead, yes," he confirmed with a proud look on his face. "You get to stay with me here forever, and I get to see your gorgeous face everyday with no more dampening and worrisome thoughts that you might one day leave me. Everyone wins."

Taglist: @langdonsreign @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl

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blueathens · 4 years ago

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Not His Girl Anymore

-Mission: Happily Ever After-

Chapter 3

Song: Only Love Can Hurt Like This by Paloma Faith Quote: “You have me and my love forever.”

A/N: Words in bold means Flashbacks

Masterlist//Dusk Till Dawn Masterlist//Agape Masterlist

𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 ◁ II ▷ 𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡

His hand was in hers. His thumb was rubbing soft circles at the back of her hand. He brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed the back of her hand. She giggled. Hearing her beautiful laughter made him forget about his surroundings. Her smile showed off her beautiful teeth, something you’ll only see in Hollywood. And her eyes squinted slightly from how big her smile was. He now pulled her closer so he could wrap his arm around her shoulder, but their hands stay interlocked with one another. He kissed the side of her head before she rested it against his shoulder as they walked through the zoo.

And all Ben could do was sigh sadly as he watched the scene in front of him. This was once him. He was once doing all those things, but now it was Tyler. Ben hand was holding a much smaller hand, the hand of a girl who was too busy talking about the monkeys they just saw. Even though Ben would listen to his daughter intensely, he couldn’t do that this time. Not when he sees the love of his life in the arms of another.

“Can we get food now?” Charlotte asked as she skipped – pulling Ben along – to Y/n. The women bent down and pushed a few strands out of her daughter’s her.

“Of course we can honey, 2 more minutes then we’ll be somewhere we can eat.”

The girl squealed in delight as she let go of Ben’s hand and skipped away, following the arrows to the restaurant in the zoo.

It didn’t take long for the couple, the young girl, and the lonely Ben with his hands tucked in his jean pockets, to get to the restaurant.

And Ben didn’t know how Lottie did it, but she somehow got him and Y/n to line up in the queue to order everyone’s food whilst she waited at the table with Tyler.

And for the first time Ben didn’t know what to say to Y/n after seeing her with someone else. Someone who wasn’t him. And for the first time in a while it was actually Y/n who started a conversation that wasn’t about Lottie.

“You still wear your wedding ring.” She asked as she pointed to his left hand. Ben’s right hand immediately went and fiddled with his ring. He was never going to take it off as he made a promise to the girl next to him that he will be hers forever.

“Yeah, you don’t? Not even on a different finger.” He asked curiously, not even noticing what he just asked her, but he immediately regretted it as what she said next made his heart break once more.

“No,” her hand went to her ring finger where the rings that symbolised love was once there. “We’re not together anymore.”

But truth was she still had it, but she couldn’t wear it as it was too much for her heart to take even if she wore it on a different finger.

“Y/n L/n, I have always-”

“Yes!” she jumped in glee. “Yes! Yes! Yes! A million times yes!”

Ben laughed. “I haven’t even asked yet.”

“Well, hurry up them.”

“I have always-”

“Please skip the speech, I really want to kiss you.”

“Will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?”

“Hmm…” Ben rose an eyebrow. “I have to ponder over this now.”

“But you were just saying yes a second ago.”

“Yeah things change within a second…I guess I can marry you.” she bit her lip to contain her laughter.

“Yeah? Because I had this-”

She shut him up with a kiss before leaning away slightly to mumble against his lips. “Make me yours forever Chilwell. Make me a Chilwell and love me forever.”

He slid the finger onto her ring finger before kissing it and picking her up bridal style. He kissed her once more before whispering. “You have me and my love forever, Mrs Chilwell.”

And as his finger rubbed the silver band on his finger he wished he could go back to that night. When it was just them and their love. Before it went all wrong before the big fight that ended everything. Before their love went down in flames and before it was just him who was trying to rebuild it’s ashes. He wished it was them again who was promising one another forever.

But now it was probably Y/n was saying those words to Tyler now. Promising him a lifetime of happiness and love. And their love probably will work and won’t go down in flames like theirs did. And he envied that. He just wanted Y/n back. He needed her. And if he could go back to change the night she broke everything off with him because of him, he would. He would and he would change everything and make sure she knew how much he loves her. But this was life and not a movie and things don’t work like that. I didn’t matter how much times he wished upon a star, getting Y/n to love him again wasn’t going to work and maybe he is now realising it. Maybe the whole Mission: Happily Ever After should stop because Y/n is happy. And that’s all Ben wants is for her to be happy even if it wasn’t with him.

“Are you happy?” Ben asked after some minutes of quietness between them.

And Y/n stopped to think, and Ben noticed this.

“Yes.” She answered but Ben knew she wasn’t confident in her answer, but he didn’t dare question it. It was quiet between them again, just the loud sound of the restaurant of people talking, chefs cooking, coffee makers steamers, kids screaming, cutlery clanging was filling the void between them. And once again, the sound of her voice starting another conversation with him surprised him. She hasn’t been like this in over 10 months all she talked to him was about Lottie like her school, or swimming lessons, or that her bag was packed…stuff like that.

But not stuff like this.

“Come to the beach with us tomorrow.” She blurted out as she looked at him. Ben had to blink for a second to register what she just asked. “Please. I–Charlotte would really like it if you came. She’s really happy that we can have a family a trip like this. And I think it be good for her if her parents were civil with one another. I just want her to be happy.”

And Ben didn’t even think about what he should say as his mouth was already moving before he could think if he had any plans. “Yes, I’ll come to the beach with you.”

And she smiled. And Ben’s heart stopped because he just made her smile again. He was the reason for her to smile. And he couldn’t be happier.

But his happiness only lasted so long because when they reached the table where Charlotte was colouring in, and Tyler was reading a drink menu did he come back to reality. Tyler’s arm wrapped round Y/n shoulder and kissed her on the lips again and again and again before Y/n had to push him away because of where and who was there.

Tyler was still looking at Y/n as she laughed and looked down with love in his eyes and Ben saw it all.

And his heart stopped and fell to his stomach as he watched with sad eyes.

But most of all, his brain whispered to him, “She’s not your girl anymore.”

It was just Y/n and Charlotte in their home after dropping Ben off and Tyler going home for his dog. Charlotte was sound asleep in her bed, and Y/n was standing in front of her chest of drawers with shaky hands as they hover over a small wooden box. She slowly opened it and inside was the sparkly diamond that Ben gave her, promising that she had him and his love forever.

She picked the ring up and slid it on her ring finger on her right hand, not her left because she wasn’t married anymore.

She sat down onto her bed and lied down on her side whilst looking at the ring. And within seconds she cried. Talking about the rings made her remember the memories of her being happy with Ben. And she wished it could be like that again, but she was too scared in case she gets her heart broken again. And she doesn’t know how much more her heart could take. And the worst part of it was she invited Ben to go to the beach with them again and she knew her heart would break all over again. Because all he did was remind her of how happy he made her. How loved she felt. And she hated him for that because it made her think about everything again. It made her feel wrong. It made her feel like she was cheating on Tyler. And she liked Tyler a lot but Ben coming into the picture again because she couldn’t push him away anymore made her think about everything again.

So she knew she had to release all these emotions so she could seem fine tomorrow. But what she didn’t know what her little girl watching her through the gap of the door.

And Charlotte heard her sobbed out the words, “I still love you Ben…I still fucking love you. You have me and my love forever, Benji.”

Charlotte hasn’t heard her say Benji in ages, not since they broke up. She knew it was her mum’s nickname for her dad, and she was the only one who could call him that. So that word made her smile, but hearing her mum say she still loved her dad her nearly scream with happiness, but she knew she had to stay quiet. She heard the front door opening and her saw her mum wiping the tears out of face. Charlotte made her way back to bed before Tyler climbed up the stairs. And when she closed her bedroom door quietly she immediately jumped into her bed and screamed into her pillow whilst kicking her legs.

Mission: Happily Ever After was doing well.

Y/n was off getting ice cream with Tyler whilst Ben and Charlotte sat in the warm sand building sandcastles.

“Sweetheart?”

“Hmm.”

“I’m calling our secret mission off?”

“What?” Her head snapped up, see pointing her plastic shovel at Ben’s chest. “We are not calling the mission of Benjamin.”

“Benjamin?” Ben questioned with his hands raised in surrender. His little girl was angry, and he had no idea what for.

“Not when the mission is doing so well.”

“I’m calling it off sweetheart, mummy’s happy with Tyler and that’s all daddy wants for her.”

“No, no, no, she isn’t happy.” She jabbed him in the chest again. “She still loves her Benji.”

“What?” His voice was quiet when she said those words. Benji. He hasn’t heard that name for a while.

“I saw mummy crying yesterday saying that she still loves you and she called you Benji.”

Ben heart started to beat faster and harder and he was scared that you would somehow hear it even if he couldn’t see you.

“She still loves you daddy.” She sat down in front of him, lowing her small green spade as she watched the different emotions on Ben’s face.

“I thought only mummy could call me Benji?” He laughed as he ticked her sides.

It was about half an hour later after they ate their ice creams that they decided to walk across the pier. And Ben watched as the white dress Y/n wore moved with the wind as she leant of the side of the wooden barriers of the pier as she watched the blue water move onto the sand. The tide was out so the water was shallow, and she could see the small white foam roll onto the golden sands. Her hands fiddled with her ring something Ben hasn’t noticed she had.

He looked at Charlotte for a moment as she looked at the bracelets that hung off one of the hooks of the outside shop. Before he heard Y/n yelling desperately as she leant more forwards on the wooden fence. He ran towards her and pulled her back, thinking she was falling but hearing her desperate calls of something else made him realise she wasn’t falling she was looking for –

“My ring! My wedding ring! I lost the ring!” And without a second thought he was about to dive off the pier to retrieve it before Y/n pulled him back. “It’s too shallow for you to jump in.” And with that Ben ran to the end of pier and ran across the beach, sand spraying everywhere as he went to look for her wedding ring. Something she told him yesterday she didn’t wear anymore.

“I thought you didn’t wear it anymore.” Tyler questioned as he walked up to Y/n.

“I don’t…I just brought it back to uh…give it back to Benji…I mean Ben…to give the ring back to Ben.” Y/n stuttered out as she watched Ben searing for the waters for her ring. It was obviously a lie and Tyler knew this.

Tyler’s hands clenched up at her words.

“Just leave it in the water, it isn’t important.”

“It is.” Y/n said angrily as she turned to face her boyfriend. “It is to me-to Ben. And I’m being nice to give him something he spent a lot on back to give it to someone else who will love him forever.”

“What?”

“I got the ring!” Ben yelled up to Y/n as she walked over to look over the side of the pier again and she smiled down at him.

“Thank you Benji.” He sarcastically said with an eye roll before making his way to Charlotte who was watching the scene intensely.

“Your ring madam.” Ben jogged up to her as he held the ring out to her.

“Thank you Ben…”

She held her hand out for him to slide the finger on and she looked at it as it shimmed in the sun. And Ben watched her with a soft smile. She was wearing the ring.

“Do you Y/n L/n take the-”

“I do.”

“And do you Ben Chilwell take the-”

“I do.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss-”

And Ben didn’t hear nothing more as he dipped Y/n down and kissed her long and lovingly with people cheering and laughing at how eager they were, and he mumbled against her smiling lips their words. “You have me and my love forever, Mrs Chilwell.”

“You have me and my love forever, Benji.” She whispered back against his smiling lips and with that they kissed again as he pulled her back up and held her face in his hands.

“Why the change of heart?” He whispered as he watched her admire the ring with love like she did when he put an engagement ring on her finger. Like she did when they got married. Like she did when she would pull it off to admire the words ‘Forever’ engraved on both of their bands. And just like that she pulled the ring off to rub her thumb across the words ‘Forever.’

“Because I made a promise to you Ben…and we may not be together anymore, but you were my husband, and I will always be in some type of love with you. I wear it on my right ring finger to think about the greatest ‘what if’ in my life. What if we stayed together. I wear it in thought of you. the person who loved me and break my heart all at the same time.” She looked up at Ben and grabbed his left hand so she could rub her finger against his ring, and he just watched her carefully. “You are my greatest heartbreak and my greatest love.”

And with that she dropped his hand and just looked in his ocean blue eyes and it was like time stopped.

“I wear my ring for the promise I made to you, but it stays on my left ring finger because I can’t move on from you. And I don’t even hate the fact that I still love you because I swore to you that you have me and my love forever and you still do, even if you’re with another. I still hopelessly wish that we can start again and be a family once more. I just can’t let you go even if you break my heart sometimes because of the breakup. I can’t let you go because I still fucking love you. Forever.”

As they spoke both voices were speaking in softness and quietness so only each one could hear as they looked into one another eyes and spoke from their hearts.

“Forever.” Whispered Y/n.

“Forever.” Ben whispered back.

And Y/n nodded before sliding the ring back and walking away with Tyler, who was watching the scene angrily catching up to her.

“Mission: Happily Ever after is back on.” Ben mumbled to Charlotte as they both shared a wide grin before walking to catch up with Y/n and Tyler.

“What was that back at the beach.” Tyler said angrily as he, Y/n and Charlotte arrived home.

“Lottie, honey, go to your bedroom and I’ll be up in a second to give you a bath.”

And Charlotte did what she was asked, and Y/n turned to Tyler with the same rage.

“What?”

“You and your precious Ben, were staring at one another with heart eyes whilst your boyfriend watched you two basically renounce your vows with your ex-husband.”

“I was thanking him for getting the ring back.”

“The ring you said you were giving back to Ben.”

“Well-”

“I knew it was a lie the second you said it because you still love him.”

“Of course I still love him, he gave me the greatest gift of all, Charlotte. And he was my husband who spent many years loving as a friend, a boyfriend and a husband. And then I broke it off nearly a year ago and then I met you we’ve been dating for 5 months now and-”

“You think it’s happening all so quick? I told you I would go as slow as you need but that didn’t mean you can fuck your ex with your eyes.”

“Oh we we’re saying our vows and now we were fucking? What’s next?”

“You still want to be with him, don’t you?”

“No! I want to be with you!”

“Then why are you wearing the ring?”

“Because I can’t let it go just yet.”

“Like you can’t let Ben go? You’re not even trying to let them go because if you were-”

“I had this ring boxed up 5 weeks after I called it quits with Ben and I pushed him far away until a few days ago because Charlotte needs her parents to be civil with one another. I don’t want her growing up with any toxicity in her life. Everything I do, I do for Charlotte as I want her to be happy as she is my child…my treasure…”

Tyler let out a deep breath after Y/n rant and nodded before walking towards her and wrapping his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry. I just – it’s hard seeing him with you, knowing that he’s still madly in love with you. Don’t blame him to be fair. You are hard not to love.”

“It’s okay, I just want Lottie to be happy and she’s been so happy this weekend when we went out with Ben.”

“I know,” he breathed out. “I love you.”

“I know.”

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR OVER 200 FOLLOWERS! YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING!

ALSO REMINDER: YOU ARE LOVED. YOU ARE WANTED. YOU ARE IMPORTANT. AND ONE DAY EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY, JUST HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE STORM TO PAST BEFORE THE SUN COMES OUT!

Stay hydrated my loves 💛

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seriouslysnape · 4 years ago

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HIii! I was wondering if you could write something Fred (6th/7th year) x Gryffindor Reader (i know u dont usually write him) maybe something where reader and fred are best friends and shes in love with him but she thinks he dosent like her that way with a fuffy ending? maybe some angst not too much tho thank youuu <3 if you dont want to write fred (😭) you can write it for lupin (6th/7th year)

His Favorite Girl

Fred Weasley x Gryffindor! Reader

Warnings: Language.

Word Count: 3,430

“Woah. Guess I had more to drink than I thought.”

The Gryffindor common room. An ever changing space for all Gryffindor students to unwind, study, or party, depending on the occasion. The common room was always crowded from wall to wall after a Quidditch match, especially when Gryffindor reigned victorious. The players all filed in, bursting with good energy and an itch to celebrate their win. Oliver Wood exploded inside first with an unmistakably beaming smile spreading across his face.

The Gryffindor students who hadn’t been able to make it to watch the match automatically knew that they had won based on Oliver’s visible jubilant mood. You were one of the unfortunate ones that hadn’t been able to make it, but you knew that the team would bring the party to you. The Weasley twins came bopping in next, George carrying a very happy Harry Potter on his shoulders. Harry leapt off of George’s shoulders before the tall twin could knock him into the top of the doorframe.

Your sights automatically set on the other Weasley twin. Fred was beaming with delight at their impressive win. Fred was damn proud to be a Gryffindor, and beating the brakes off of Slytherin was one of his favorite pastimes. He couldn’t be any happier at this moment. It warmed your heart to see him so joyful and full of glee.

You raked over his tall, slender yet muscular frame. His signature red hair was damp with sweat and parts of his face were caked with dirt.

Fred caught your stare, his smile never leaving his face as he gave you a friendly wink. You closed the Potions book in your lap, getting up from the sofa with a silent hope that your thumping heartbeat wasn’t obvious to anyone.

It was a hard thing to do. Keeping your ever growing crush and admiration for Fred Weasley under wraps was becoming more and more difficult as time went on. The seemingly simple solution (as all of your friends had told you) to do would be to “just tell him” how you felt. But it was MUCH easier said than done.

There were so many things that could possibly go wrong if you were to confess your feelings to Fred. You would be running the risk of ruining a beautiful friendship that had done nothing but blossom over the last seven years if he didn’t share that same admiration. You didn’t want to lose your best friend just because your heart felt differently than his.

At the same time, you wanted to tell him every scrap and ounce of how your soul felt lost without him. There had been a few times over the years where you had an opportunity to lay your heart out on the line for him. Each time you had this heavy feeling in your chest letting you know you needed to make a move.

You built up the courage each time, but were interrupted by George or another one of your friends before you could bite the bullet. You knew it wasn’t healthy to keep this holed away in yourself. Your love would only grow more. The more days that passed, the more you began to wonder how different your life would be if you never told him. Not to mention that graduation was only a few months away, and there was always the risk of losing contact with him when you went separate ways.

That is, IF you were to go separate ways.

On the other side of the coin, there was always a chance that Fred possibly did harbor the same admiration for you. That would totally change things in the long run. The idea of starting a romantic relationship, possibly getting married, and having a family was nothing short of perfect.

But you had to get to that point first.

Everyone rallied around Harry, shaking him excitedly and singing their praises to him for his incredible Snitch catch. Suddenly, blaring and thunderous chatter filled the common room as more exhilarated students piled in. Within the hour, a sea of Gryffindors occupied the room, complete with blasting music and an ungodly amount of alcohol.

Oliver had gathered a crowd of first years in one corner of the common room as he retold every solitary second of the match from his point of view, starting from the very beginning. The wide eyed first year wizards and witches were on the edge of their seats as they listened to his story, some of them beginning to wonder if they had what it took to be great Quidditch players.

On the other side of the room, you were settled once again on the sofa with Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell, who were seated in the arm chairs across from you. They were exhausted from playing all day, but that didn’t stop them from engaging in some girl talk.

Alicia and Katie were your dearest friends, and they were the only ones who knew about your crush on Fred. A crush that had quite honestly evolved into something much more. They were always keeping an ear out to see if Fred said anything remotely leading them to believe that he might like you back. As surprising as it was, Fred never really outwardly spoke about his romantic side.

Speaking of, Fred and George were in another corner of the room with Harry and Ron, doing God only knows what. Fred was considerably tipsy, but nothing even close to plastered. You had seen Fred drunk before, and needless to say, it was a hysterical sight.

“So, [Y/N],” Alicia spoke up, her dark skin looking extra glowy from the fire roaring in the fireplace; “Fred was awfully excited to come back to tell you that we won.”

Katie perked up, her head lifting from where it had been leaning on the back of the chair.

“Yeah! The first thing that he told George was that he couldn’t wait to tell you the news. Although, I guess Oliver kind of told everyone before Fred had the chance.”

“Really? He said that?” You asked, sitting up a little straighter.

Alicia nodded vigorously, gripping Katie’s forearm with elation. Alicia and Katie had never tried to set the two of you up, mainly because you had begged them not to. That didn’t stop them from trying to be the ultimate wingwomen. They believed that you and Fred would be a stellar couple. They were convinced you were made for one another.

They both feared that you’d never make an attempt to make it happen.

“He sure did. I heard him myself.” Katie replied.

Alicia glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was listening before leaning forward closer to you. Her voice was quiet, loud enough so only you and Katie could hear as she spoke.

“Graduation is coming up quickly. You’ve got to tell him.” She advised.

You sighed heavily. If you had a galleon for every time one of them had told you that, you’d be a wealthy woman. They just didn’t seem to get that it just isn’t that easy. You wouldn’t deny that proclaiming your deepest secret to someone didn’t scare you. It was terrifying to offer your heart and soul to someone, even when you knew that they might get broken as a result. You didn’t want to live with a broken heart.

But you didn’t want to live always asking yourself “what if”.

Before you could respond, a figure plopped themself next to you, his familiar scent sending flutters all through you. Fred basically snuggled up next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Despite the fact that you weren’t dating, Fred was comfortable enough with you to get extremely close, which didn’t help your situation at all.

Alicia and Katie held down their snickers and giggles at how you were clearly flustered. You tried not to wriggle too much under Fred’s hold, and draw any attention to yourself. He was your best friend, and you knew how to play it cool when he was around.

“Hi, [Y/N].” Fred slurred loudly over the noise.

You laughed softly at the smell of Firewhiskey that was radiating off of him. You weren’t much of a drinker, but you’d have a drink with Fred from time to time.

“Hey, Fred. Congratulations on the match.” You complimented.

Fred grinned proudly, looking down at your slumped body. His eyes were beginning to glaze over from the alcohol, but he looked as sober as ever. He had a certain look in his eyes that you couldn’t identify.

“Thanks. Those bloody Slytherins got what they deserved.” He stated.

“Oliver seems over the moon with how it went.” You remarked, smiling as you looked behind you to see Oliver now standing on a table as he continued telling his thrilling tale.

When you turned back to Fred, you couldn’t help but notice how Fred hadn’t taken his eyes off of you. The butterflies in your belly were going totally bananas now. His gaze did eventually shift to the Potions book that was placed next to your feet, and he let out a guttural sound. He reached for it, noting that it had obviously been put to good use in the last several hours.

“Have you been studying?” He questioned, holding the book in his hand.

You sheepishly nodded, aimlessly reaching for the textbook. An offended look crossed Fred’s face as he held the book far out of your reach. Damn his long arms.

“I have a test on Monday. Advanced Potions is kicking my ass this year and I’ve just barely been getting by so I have to study extra time.” You expressed, laughing at your fruitless attempt to get the book back.

His sharp jaw fell open a tad and he stretched back even further to ensure you didn’t get the book back for now.

“You’re kidding me. I missed my favorite girl at the match because she was stuck in the common room studying for a TEST?” He acquired, not even aware of the weight behind his choice of words.

You felt your smile fade into more of a bashful expression. Your body slinked back into the cushions, forgetting all about the book. His words rang in your word.

Favorite girl.

Fred Weasley’s favorite girl.

Alicia and Katie were both wide eyed and jaw dropped at what he had just said. They were looking back and forth between the two of you like they were at an intense tennis match.

Fred was so aloof and oblivious to the fact that he had literally just melted your heart with a single sentence. You spent so much time with Fred that you just didn’t understand how he couldn’t see it.

Fred knew you backwards and forwards. He could see straight through you when you were lying or when you were sad, but claiming you were fine. He always remembered your favorite treats from Honeydukes and how you liked hot Butterbeer on cold winter nights. It made him happy to hear you talk about your favorite Muggle novels or tell him about something funny that happened in McGonagall’s class. He knew you better than anyone.

But why couldn’t he see the way you were yearning for him?

“You missed me?” You asked, shrinking even further into the cushions.

Fred looked at you as if that were the dumbest question he had ever been graced with. He lowered his arm at your sudden demeanor change, gently putting the book in your hand. Alicia and Katie leaned in carefully, eager to see where this conversation was going. Much to their disappointment, Fred didn’t get a chance to answer due to another member joining you on the couch.

George landed less gracefully than Fred had, basically landing on top of you and smothering you. Your shrieks were muffled in George’s Quidditch robes, Fred wrestling his brother off of you.

“Hey! George, get off of her.” He grunted, heaving his brother’s very limp body off of you.

Alicia threw her hands up in defeat at the interruption, Katie falling back into her chair. So close, yet so far. You gasped for air as George fell on the open seat next to Fred. George was way further gone than Fred. He was barely even able to keep his eyes open, let alone get any real, complete thought across.

“Nice timing, George.” Katie said sarcastically.

You gave her a menacing look, not wanting her to bring it up. George snorted, and his sentence came out more as one incoherent word.

“Did I interrupt something important?” He heavily slurred between hiccups.

You rolled your eyes. Leave it to George to ruin this for you. You were discouraged that your chance had been shot down once again, but it wasn’t George’s fault. You were just glad to see your friends in such high spirits. Soon enough, the rest of the party goers had crowded towards the center of the room where you were. The party raged on well into the night, a complete celebration with dancing, singing, and more drinking.

As easily as the party could’ve carried on and on, eventually the famed players’ exhaustion caught up with them and they all slowly dwindled down and sauntered off to their respective dorm rooms. You hugged Alicia and Katie goodnight, knowing they’d be passed out in their beds by the time you got up to your dorm room.

You spoke to Harry and Ron for a bit, giving Harry a friendly kiss on the top of his head for his winning catch. His pasty white cheeks went red as he and Ron retreated to their room in a fit of blushy giggles. That left just you and the twins in the common room that was now completely trashed. Empty cups and half spilled bottles of alcohol were scattered about, people even leaving behind some of their school stuff to be recollected in the morning.

George was a mumbling, intoxicated mess. He was close to falling asleep, and Fred wanted to get him to bed before he was completely unable to stand up. You’d be up for a while cleaning up the common room. You always hated leaving a room knowing it was messy, so you didn’t mind picking up after everyone. Fred knew you’d stay behind to clean up, but he didn’t want you to have to do it alone. He draped his babbling twin over his shoulders, grimacing at how George was usually heavier when he was drunk.

“I’m going to run George upstairs and then I’ll be back to lend you a hand.” He smiled, ignoring the things that George was trying to say to him.

“You don’t have to. I can handle it.” You said, tossing a handful of cups away.

“I know you can. I just don’t want you to be lonely is all.” He said, turning on his heel and marching up the boys’ dormitory stairs with George.

You felt a warm flush course through you at his words once more. You weren’t sure why you were extra sensitive to him tonight. Sure enough, Fred returned a few minutes later, almost stumbling into the wall at the bottom of the stairs. You both laughed as he gave a witty comment.

“Woah. Guess I had more to drink than I thought.” He said, walking into the room once he steadied himself.

“Is George okay?” You asked, accepting the pile of empty bottles that Fred placed into your trash bag.

You usually hand cleaned for the first few minutes, but would eventually grow bored and cast a spell from your wand to finish the work. It was seldom that the common room was this quiet, so you liked to bask in the silence for a little after there was a party.

Fred scoffed with a nod.

“Oh, yeah. He’ll be fine. Nasty hangover in the morning, but there’s a potion for that.”

As usual, the two of you were tired of cleaning, so you waved your wand with a quick cleaning charm. You both watched in amazement as the trash and everything else whisked around the room into trash bins, leaving the room spotless. You put your wand in your back pocket with a satisfied hum. Usually, this would be the time where you went to bed, but you were getting that familiar heavy feeling in your chest.

It immediately dawned on you that you had a perfect chance here. No one was around, and no one would be around for more than enough time.

“You want to sit and chat for a bit?” Fred questioned, noticing your dazed look; “You seem like you’ve got something on your mind.”

The fireplace was still occupied with a cozy warm fire, which was very inviting. You nodded, following Fred to the same couch you had been on earlier. The common room was beyond peaceful now, your head almost lulling onto Fred’s shoulder in relaxation.

Oddly enough, you weren’t freaked out now. In all the past times you had tried to do this, you were a jittery mess and could barely get a word out without stuttering. You felt so at ease now, as if this was something you did often. You hadn’t even had a drop of alcohol tonight, so you couldn’t blame it on that.

“So what’s up?” Fred questioned after you didn’t initiate a conversation.

He had unknowingly opened a door that you knew you had to take. It was now or never.

“I’m just thinking about some things.” You admitted.

Fred’s curiosity was sparked now. He was always interested and willing to hear what was going on in your mind.

“What kind of things?” He pressed on.

Your sights were set on the flames in front of you, causing you to miss the way that Fred was looking at you with such fondness and care. He was cherishing every passing second of this moment.

“You and me.” You confessed.

Fred was filling with anticipation, not sure where you were going with this. He raised a brow.

“What about us?” He replied.

You took a breath.

“Fred, what did you mean when you said I was your favorite girl?” You queried.

Fred looked into your eyes that were peering up at him in a puppy-like way. He noticed that you were expecting an answer. Fred, as confident as ever, responded with a voice like butter, his accent a little thicker.

“Because you’re my favorite person in the world.” He revealed.

Your heart caught in your throat and your breathing hitched. So far so good.

“I am?” You asked to confirm

Fred’s arm that was around you pulled you in closer. You were being flooded with such a sense of intimacy that it was overwhelming. Your nose was level with his chin, and you were so close to his face that you swore you could hear the blood flowing through his face. Fred knew what was happening now, and he was ecstatic about it. He had wanted you all along, but never knew how’d you’d react. The last thing he ever wanted to do was scare you off.

He thought about all the times he had seen you upset, and how it hurt him when you were pained with something. He always wished for nothing but happiness for you. He didn’t want to ruin things because of how he felt.

But now he was sure that you’d be here to stay.

“Absolutely you are. You’re all I ever think about.” He whispered, stroking your face with the side of his thumb that was wrapped around you.

This didn’t feel real, but felt all too real at the same time.

“Why are you whispering?” You smiled softly, whispering back to him.

He smirked, and whispered again.

“Because I want you to know how much I love you.”

A cannon of confetti seemingly exploded all throughout your body. Shock, desire, lust, love, want, everything went through you all at once. This wasn’t at all how you had imagined this happening, but you were happy that it did. It was very fitting for the two of you.

“Kiss me.” You whispered once more.

He lowered his head and his lips caught yours in a feverish way. All the pent up feelings from the last 6 years all loaded themselves into the kiss. It was a huge weight off of your shoulders.

“I love you,” You professed once Fred pulled away; “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to tell you that.”

Fred chuckled lightly, responding before kissing you again.

“I think I have a pretty good idea.”

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Hiii, i love your blog and your writing style so i’m gonna make a request if you don’t mind: we often see Cap Sy being jealous of the reader, but what if sometimes is the other way around? like the reader being jealous of one of sy female ‘coworker’ because they have their work in common and they get along, and then Sy notices it and is all reassuring and stuff🥺🥺

Hey Anon bean. It was going to be this drabble for Mondays with Sy, but Henry's IG post distracted me. But here it is. 😁 And thank you so much for the request and for enjoying my work. I'm super soft today and everything is super fluffy. Hope you like it ❤️

Warning: So much fluff! 🥰

Title: Edge of Paradise

You tried really hard not to stare but the moment her hand touched your Captain's arm, you couldn't keep your cool. He seemed unhinged by the touch, continuing with his conversation like nothing had happened. But you knew the familiar flick of the woman's hair, the way she looked at Sy under her lashes and how her voice got a little higher when she laughed at his joke.

Involuntarily, you crumbled the piece of paper in your hand and threw it at the dustbin. Adjusting your apron around your waist, you went back to cleaning the bar top, wiping the pristine surface harder than necessary. The pub was alive with the usual Saturday night crowd of the the several army men living in the area around camp. Syverson had texted you he'll be there with his boys and would later drive you home after your shift.

But after the customary hello and a chivalrous peck on your cheek, he had gone off to mingle with his friends and her.

Tall, athletic and charismatic Lieutenant Gemma was everything you weren't. You often saw her with the men, boisterous and flirty, many a times singling out with Sy. It irked you sometimes when you saw her flirting with your man and hated that she had more things in common with him than you'll ever have. Sy was not a man to be unfaithful, you trusted him, but the thought still worried you when they were deployed together in a foreign land. You tried not to bring it up because you were afraid to come off as clingy and jealous. But when you saw them together, like right now when they were clinking their beer bottles and laughing with their peers, it pricked at your heart and made you wonder if you'll ever be enough.

"You're awfully quiet," Sy broke the silence in the car. You had been staring out the window, mind preoccupied with conflicting thoughts and self doubt. "Everything alright there, babe?" He asked, placing his hand on your knee.

You sighed. Looking down at your hands clasped in your lap, you quietly voiced your concern. "Do I make you happy?"

"Of course, darlin'. You make me very happy." He squeezed your knee, looking at you before turning his attention back to the road. Another moment of silence stretched between the two of you, only the rumble of the car's engine filling in the space as you drove down the busy road. Sy cleared his throat, grabbing your attention. "Does this have to do anything with the Lieutenant? I saw you looking at us."

You felt your cheeks heat up. You looked at him wide-eyed, opening and closing your mouth to form words in your defense but getting none out. Sy glanced at you again before veering the car to the side and parking it under a streetlight.

Turning in his seat to look at you, giving you his whole attention, Sy looked at you expectantly. Under his gaze you felt tiny, miniscule, like a little girl being caught red handed eyeing the forbidden candy jar. You brought your eyes back to staring at your hands which were clammy with anxious sweat.

"What's on your mind, darlin'?" Sy placed his finger underneath your chin and turned your face to him. "Tell me."

"Do you... ever want someone who's more like... You?"

Sy scrunched his face in confusion. "What?"

Biting your lower lip, you took a moment to calm your thumping heart. You were finally going to put your insecurities in front of the man you loved. You dreaded it, but also knew it was necessary for the peace of your mind. "Someone like her? Who knows and understand what you do? Do you regret being with a simple bartender like me?"

You watched as Sy's eyes softened. He tenderly smiled at you, reaching for your hands and taking them in his, not caring about your sweaty palms.

"You are not just a simple bartender, babe. You are extraordinary, in every way. I don't think about being with anyone but you." Bringing one hand to gently caress your cheek, Sy leaned forward and looked deeply in your eyes. Under the soft glow of the streetlight streaming in, Sy's azure eyes glistened like crystals, making you drown in them like the first time you had met him. "The only thing I regret is havin' not met you sooner."

Your eyes welled with tears when Sy's lips touched yours. They were soft against yours, reassuring you of his love. It had taken you only eleven days and two dates to realize you had fallen for the Captain and in Sy's words he had been "gone for good" from the moment he had sat at the bar and you had served him his drink.

Breaking the kiss, Sy sat back in his seat and only stared at you with a smile. He still had your hands in his, grasping at your fingers delicately.

"Okay," Sy said more to himself than you. "I guess I don't have to wait any longer."

"What?" You asked, watching as he proceeded to climb out of the car. You looked at him puzzled as he rounded the front to reach your side and held your door open. Taking his outstretched hand and jumping out of his truck, you followed him to stand in front of the car.

Taking a deep breath, Sy suddenly got down on one knee and fished out a blue box from his back pocket. Your clasped your hands over your open mouth, stunned and astonished at the turn of events. You took a staggered step behind, bringing your hand to place on the warm hood of the car, supporting your body as your legs turned to jelly. Your heartbeat rang in your ears as your entire body heated up, watching the love of your life kneeling down in front of you. Several cars drove by on the road with someone shouting "Say yes!" as they passed by you.

With a cheeky grin under his thick beard, Sy opened the box with the ring shining brilliantly inside. "I swear I'll ask again in a much romantic way." Taking out the ring and holding it up to you, Sy smiled. "Will you marry me, darlin'? Complete me?"

Not able to control any more of the tears that had been threatening to overflow, you cried as you nodded your head and managed to stutter a "Yes". Sy stood up and placed the ring on your finger, smiling from ear to ear as you flung your body at his outstretched arms. You buried your face in his shoulder, wetting his hoodie with your tears as he held you tightly against him.

"You don't have to worry about anything now. I'm all yours. You're the only one I ever want." Sy whispered before he twirled you around, laughing as you squealed with glee and pulled your face in a for breathtakingly passionate kiss.

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