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Hi! I've binged your reverse robin series and absolutely loved it you are an incredible writer, I am by no means a huge dcu fan but your writing is so good it makes me want to become one! I fell in love with every character you wrote, especially tim drake :) I was wondering if you have any fic recs etc have a nice day x
I'm so glad you liked it!!! Please don't become a DCU fan <3.
And Tim Drake is one of my favorite comic book characters of all time (maybe just behind Bart Allen), so that little jerk's very distinct in the mind lol. I wrote like this whole-ass 50,000 word Cass Cain POV that takes place after the prophetic spring that does him much better, I think, but that story's a bit long to post on tumblr and way too bad to put on AO3.
As for fic recs. Thank you for asking.
There are three good Tim Drake fanfics. "Surely there has to be more -" no there are not. These are the three good Tim Drake fanfics.
Chirp by AmariT does something tremendously difficult and is a very good case fic that feels like a comic book run, with well-defined arcs and character development. It's very comic flavor and I think really nails Tim as a comic character very well.
The Bat's Crest by livierambles is insanely well written, super twisty and intricately plotted, with an excellent nail on a million different characters. I don't know if this one is a "Tim Fic" but he's a big pov character.
Anyway the best Tim Drake fic of all time is Red Raven by PlotlessWanderer because it is, maybe, the only fanfic I've ever read to truly understand and explore how fucking batshit insane this boy is. He is a nut. He is off his rocker. He will crash Gotham's economy. He will take on a League of ninjas. He will fake a family member. He will fake his death. He's a super genius. He's an idiot. He has no friends. He only thinks he has no friends. He's the living incarnation of the pepe silva meme. He's insane. He's too sane. He's found an RPG. He is everywhere. He is nothing. He is totally radical.
I think the best Tim Drake is just a boy who is fucking insane.
#okay. shout out to the fic where tim keeps zombie jason in his closet.#my writing#i realize i have taken a hard stance on this#and i'm certain that if you've written tim drake fic it's excellent#but I've read a LOT of dcu fanfic#and there's only three good tim fics. goodnight.#the reverse robin series makes a lot of sense if you read it with the knowledge that I hate 90% of batfam fanfics#it's kind of a shame I really can't put the cass fic anywhere because it's probably the best tim i've done so far
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if you read this entire ask post you deserve a gold star and financial recompensation
Um, Obviously because when youâre adopted by a white guy you automatically become white duhhh
this is about this post lmao and yeah youre absolutely right, you have to hand your poc card in when you get adopted by a white guy.
Do you think Cass would listen to Yanni, the YouTube channel epic symphonic rock, or some other stuff? There's some cool mashups but idk if that's up your alley, I kinda feel like I'm pushing it with my weird taste of music by recommending an orchestra cover of metal, but i just love that sort of thing and mashups :P @harvestyourcherriesÂ
i havenât heard of that? but in my personal (correct) opinion steph listens to classical music, and then both modern and older, and then also stuff like black sabbath, iron maiden, but also hardrock and hardcore. i like the idea of cass just liking the most extreme screaming songs full of noise and then also listen to pachelbelâs 370th sonata yanno? THANK YOU for the rec tho
speaking of ur cass playlist hc...reminds of the time (yesterday) i found 2 playlists randomly on spotify from the same user. one was abt 3 hours of instrumental/classical "dark" & "nostalgic" music. the other almost 11 hours of nothing but hardcore bass/synth/electronic music. just an incredible tightrope act to put on in public. the synth one was also called like "psalms for synth sluts" which is Also incredible
tbh i LOVE synth SO MUCH like for no reason at all but then also cannot handle a poppy electronic beat lmao. but this seems like the kinda thing iâd do but just in one (1) playlist bc i just sort songs by vibe instead of genre? thatâs how i end up with britney spears and billy ray cyrus in the same playlist.Â
Oh, I want Kate Kane playlist next! It would be amazing if you could do one when you have time and will đ
how rude would it be of me to just say no? like sorry kate but idk you and also you seem way too keen on the us military for an institution that homophobically targeted you? (and also commits war crimes) but letâs unpack the fact that the institution that caused the death of your mom and sister and also got you blacklisted for being gay is still one you align with???
'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' --- when i tell you i fucking screamed LOL!!!!!!! i can imagine the cameraman not knowing if he should cut to commercial or keep it on these two weirdos fighting on stage (bruce definitely ruffled dick's hair/noogied him right??Â
about this post but yeah lmao. this cameraman just turns to like the audience to get a reaction and itâs just multiple moments of CLEAR shock.
you are the only funny person on this hellsite
how egotistical is it for me to say that i get this ask multiple times a month? bc it literally happens so often itâs hilarious to me.
Wish there was more john/Bruce content đđđ was so hungry I actually looked at canon media đđđ (Justice League Dark babeeeyyyyyy)
check out batman: damned for some mediocre content but at least itâs john/bruce (also very interesting story and stuff, just got very >:( over this weird part where harley quinn tried to r*pe bruce or something? itâs not for everyone)
dick grayson but he's nicki minaj
his anaconda donât want none,,, unless......Â
Dick Grayson was never a cop, he played Marshall on Paw Patrol
you are SO right. also paw patrol is a fucking good show idc. that shit couldâve been the new steven universe on this hellsite.
https://www.instagram.com/p/CS1lI0bLI7-/?utm_medium=copy_link
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why do people keep reposting my CONTENT. if you are not funny yourself donât just grab shit off of tumblr and post it on insta,,, get a life. sidenote: should i start an insta and get all these ppl to take my content down that would be funny as hell.
Might I suggest for a Gotham City Meme: something about the true crime fandom thirsting for the rogues gallery
ok can i just say something slightly controversial?? no? i donât find true crime ppl who are into criminals funny, that shits disturbing irl im not gonna bring that into my very chill universe.
i may have never seen a 'jason cleaning guns in sink' fic but i do know he WOULD
THANK YOU
bestie im sorry to say this to you but while you can, and people do wash their guns in the sink, that is a lot of lead in a very vital part of the kitchen.
people tend to do it in the bathtub.
WHY???? like damn why do you even have guns
i dont think i read many gun sink fics exactly but i have read lots of fics where jason cleanes his guns in the living room. usualy dissembles them and cleans them with a rag i think
lmao fair enough, like i think thatâs a large part of what i remember as well.
if you say you've seen/read gun sink fics I believe you. I think those of us who didn't see them are lucky or maybe didn't search for fics by tags or something idk
i mean ive never sought them out but i HAVE seen them,, like definitely i know almost for certain.
saw your tags and I'm interested in Steph/Kara now. They would be the most chaotic couple <3
literally thoooo, i have a wip where they get together in a zombie apocalypse and like UGGGHhhh i am so in love with them.
I am the Breece anon. Thanks for the recommendation; am reading now. Iâve always been a hardcore Superman fan because I love my pure himbo farm boy. My logic is, if one Bruce is a Broose, then multiple Broose are a herd of Breece. And this is a hill upon which I will perish.
fair enough,,,, like moose, meese, goose, geese, bruce, breece. i get your logic and i stand by it as well. (glad you enjoyed the comic recs!!!!)
It's a beautiful day in Gotham, and you are a group of horrible Breece
OH my god dude lmao
there only being 42 fics on ao3 for tim and bernard is honestly so sad i need more
itâs like twice that now!!! we did it lads. (tho very sad that my fic isnt number one but like number 4 :((((Â )
i'm too late you already did the poll lol but may i suggest bethy (bernard + timothy)
shit dude that wouldve been so fucking funnyyyyy. think ppl have just stuck to timber tho, tim/bernard kinda died down recently and i think itâs too bad, theyâre a great couple and i love them.
Wait, hear me out
Bernothy @redlightofdawn
great recommendation (lmao this ask is from like a month ago) but very sorry to announce that NARDTH is the superior shipname
Wait, we know that bernard likes milfs (Tim's step-mom) but what about dilfs? gilfs?
Wait no, I regret sending that ask
these were two seperate asks and theyâre HILARIOUS. in my personal opinion tho,,, milfs, gilfs, dilfs are just about vibes and bernard is just attracted to sexy ppl who may sometimes be milfs, dilfs, or EVEN gilfs.
crime in bludhaven would drop to half if nightwing had a boob window. in this essay i will-
WHEREâS THE ESSAY ANON, WHEREâS THE FUCKING ESSAY
Wait if Barbra and Tim r at opposite ends at all times what happened to Barbra once everyoneâs Timâs ever love before started dying lol
she won a lottery ticket and spent 2 weeks on a resort in the bahamas before returning home and finding out that the joker was arrested for tax evasion and then spent a month staying at her big tiddie goth girlfriendâs house before conner came back to life and she broke her pinkie playing table hockey.
Why is the opposite end thing so funny and compelling to me. Tim comes back from his depression quest for Bruce and Babs is now a literal god
lmao when tim loses his spleen barbara reaches nirvana.
Are you still taking music recs because I have three songs that remind me of Jason that I think you'd like
send to me or lose a toe
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thanks, i wont tho on account of i wont.
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This is the whole of BlĂźdhaven and everyone anywhere.
Nightwings ass alone saves more people in a calendar year and does more for so society than most heroes do their whole career.Also u are one of the funniest tumblr pages out there. The vibes are unmatched and the memes and tags â¨send meâ¨.Thank u and goodnight @julia-flowÂ
fanksss also lmao.
That's going to be a little bit difficult to explain, but
There's some music that you listen to and you think, "oh my gosh, I can perfectly imagine Dick Grayson singing this song, with the same voice as the singer because that voice matches with Dick Grayson"?
oh yeah totally lmao. i have a lot of songs that i think are just entirely dick grayson yanno? kind of all of my playlists have that vibe, but i really find bleachers to fit with dick? idk.
"Lois lane/Superman" fics this, "Lois lane/Clark Kent" fics that, (/lh) let's get into the real good stuff. Some people ship Lois, Clark, and Superman as a throuple. Most popular fic tag for sure
yes totally, i think theyâd be absolutely killer on ao3 and clark gets so fucking embarassed about it.
I miss your post, hope youâre doing okay!!
haha this was like 2 months ago, but i was doing fine then too! just didnât have a lot of inspiration in terms of content.
Doot doot!
noot noot
Iâm confused. What did DC do now? Like with nightwing? And another sibling? Please spoil everything for me
lmao they gave him a secret sister plotline where they had his dad cheat on his mom with tony zuccoâs wife, bc dickâs life wasnât traumatic enough yet.
sorry but it's so funny that batman is called "the dark knight" when the gotham city baseball team is called the gotham knights. it'd be like if a vigilante was running around new york called like "the scary yankee"
lmaooo no. but like yankee comes from dutch names or something so wouldnt it be HILARIOUS if gotham knights came from like german names and bruce would be running around called the dark KLAUS UND NIEK @graysonnightwingÂ
(not a batcest shipper) itâs so funny to me that the responses are âiâm a batcest shipper because i can differentiate fiction from reality and and it doesnât bother me personally, but i understand why you oils think itâs weirdâ to âi wish all batcest shippers a very fucking dieâ
yeah lmaoo. i personally basically flipped my entire stance around to âi dont care please leave me and everybody else aloneâ bc i think thereâs really no point in starting a moral dillema over some fucking fandom bullshit. Please just,,, go home,,, log off, find a nice forest to have a little walk in and remember that somewhere in history, somebody probably died in the place youâre standing. and you will also die someday, and somebody will have to look at your internet usage and see you fighting multiple people anonymously while being named ânightwingsbuttchin200186Ⲡlike... calm down, weâre all gonna die this is not the thing to worry about.
so since like "wards" don't really exist in modern society almost all the batkids are foster kids, right? i used to work in the system and imagine: monthly visits from social workers and guardian ad litems, bruce having to get permission to take the boys anywhere out of state, calling their social worker at like 8 a.m. like "yeah dick broke his arm again... a gymnastics accident this time...." their poor social worker. bruce send her a huge bouquet and box of chocolates every month to stay on her good side
i imagine the social worker just getting into the case like âyeah letâs get this kid a good guardianâ and then ending up having to work with 22 y/o bruce wayne and his 50 y/o dad. and so this social worker is like âokay we can work with this, this is the best home i can findâ and then like it ends up landing on its feet and then the kid gets adopted and then they get a call a year later like âuhm so hi, this kid tried to steal my tyres can i adopt him?â and like 3 years later. âokay so basically, my neighboursâ kid imprinted on me and now theyâre dead, can i keep him?â two years later itâs like âokay so this assassin child-â
ever since I saw that one post of yours, the meme that's something like "I know that abba's backup dancer got me" with a picture of discowing, I've been haunted. Every once in a while I'll be minding my own business then the image of abba's backup dancer dick grayson aka nightwing aka discowing will flash in my mind and I'll be frozen in place. Today at work I was in the middle of folding clothes and suddenly once again discowing entered my mind and I suddenly lost the ability to see anything except He. Thank you.
wow. the IMPACT.
Braver than any US marine man props to youđ¤
this shit is about the time i wrote an article on batcest, like man,,, the fact that i didnât get cancelled is MIRACULOUS. also like,,, uh if anybody on here did gossip on me,, send screenshots iâd love to see it.
Hello, just wanted to say your article was great. Thank you for taking the time to provide an unbaised answer. It should provide people with nuances they couldn't possibly conjure on their own.
May I ask where your username originates from?
yes you may (also thanks!!!) i thought it up when i was trying to find an original username bc i didnt want to be called like âtimdrakes something somethingâ or âjason todd something smoethingâ or âdick grayson something somethingâ yanno? so i thought batarangs, they sound so dumb and thatâs my username story... now itâs my whole entire brand lmao.
yno that bit in kick ass where red mist asks kick ass if he wants a hit of his blunt, was that the inspo for stoner tim
no? itâs bc i think stoners are hilarious and drugs are great. (dont do drugs tho)Â
How would u feel if someone actually wore one of those bruce or ollie pride shirts u edited
fenomenal next question.
Dick as lil huddy and Jason as James gave me radiation poisoning and now Iâm screaming crying throwing up so thx for that
(Rico suave as Tim is perfect tho literally no changes needed)
i was so funny for that shit wasnât i??? lmao i loved those weird ass fancasts
You're doing the Lord's work by providing us with all these Gotham/Metropolis citizens memes, thank you for being so relentlessly funny @nellethiel-aranel
youâre welcome!! i really enjoy making memes, but getting validation for my content and my memes is REALLY nice.
Bruce is such a slut in your memes and honestly i love that for him @rhodey-rhudert-rhodes-mainÂ
heâs that much of a slut irl too dw.
Bruce and Alfred have an emergency pride flag for the batkids. Oliver Queen printed an emergency "I love my gay son" t-shirt and as soon as Roy told him he was dating Jason, Oliver started wearing that shirt everyday and Roy always cringes when he sees it. Oliver also has an emergency "I love my lesbian daughter" shirt just in case for Cissie.
lmao YES i had a post like this bc like all of their kids/family members are so gayy
stop bringing back batfam fancasts it is not real it is not real it is not- đđđđđđđđđđđđđ
oh yes it is my darling.
did discowing burn down the notredam because he hates the bees? @allulily
no he did it bc fuck the french.
im gonna beg for 1 thing and 1 thing only. please please please put physical by olivia newton john on dick's playlist
okay then beg. bc i wont. physical reminds me too much of glee and that hurts me mentally.
your playlist is sorely missing some Madonna. Specifically Into the Groove, Like a Prayer, and Vogue
iâm scared of madonna thatâs why sheâs not on there. she haunts me in my dreams.
suggestion: son of batman by aaron dews for dickâs playlistđ¤Š
sorry, i listened to it and the vibe didnât agree with me.
Hear me out, metropolis citizens sending rare pair fics of Clark Kent x Superman fics to Lois to edit
yes, absolutely hilarious. even more funny if they send like physical copies, no address attached and lois sends it back marked with red ink, SOMEHOW
Imagine all the smut Clark must of read editing the fics
clark reads smut confirmeeed
NOT LOIS READING SUPERBAT PORN AND EDITING IT A 2AMÂ
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
hc that alfred is a meta that boosts healing factor of the people around him. if the bats are injured as much as they seem to be they would be doing bat stuff MAYBE half the year. no one including alfred knows about this. whenever the kids move out they inexplicably dont recover from injuries as fast and feel better whenever they visit the manor they just chalk it up to homesickness. bruce just thinks he heals really fast. alfred thinks everyone doesnt take care of themselves properly @finchcollector
thatâs actually such a great idea, but i think that alfred would find out and learn how to concentrate it better so he can help more people, bc heâs great and i love him.
One of your dickfast posts reminded me of that tweet that goes: 'so you've had sex how many times? Yeah technically that's not a bromance' lol that's dickwally or dickroy
literally tho. like thatâs all of dickâs friendships. once it gets past a certain time dick is like âwow i wonder what it would be like to make out with wally, wally come make out with meâ and wallyâs like âweâve done this like 40 times, dick, you know what itâs likeâ and dick is like âsorry are you complaining?â and they just make out.
superfam and batfam associations??
-batman and superman
-dick/barabara and supergirl?
-conner and tim
-jon and damian
pls enlighten me I am confused
nope,,, uhm batman and superman, but dick and superman as well, and then conner and tim, jon and damian and steph + babs with supergirl
I came across a fic in which Wonder Woman calls Batman "Stella" (like Stellaluna, the children's book) and I can imagine the batkids hop on the trend and maybe copies of the book appear at random places (aka, everywhere Bruce frequents)
sorry canât reciprocate that was the name of my high school chemistry teacher and it gives me nightmares to think about.
good human what are your pronouns?
wouldnât you like to know?
I need me some gothamites preferring harley over joker memes
everyone prefers harley over joker youre just very fucked up if you dont
don't understand why people try to add like veteran policy to the batfamily
dick pulling out his veteran batfam member card so he can eat first: step aside, peasants
Do you know the song Simmer by Haley Williams? It (the first verse anyways) reminds me of Jason? It's about rage.
damn yeah i LOVE HAYLEY!!!! youre right thoo
Okay so I like listen to your stoner Tim Drake playlist 24/7 but would he listen to skegss? Also I keep adding songs mentally itâs killing me đŠâđź Anyways,, I literally love and worship your playlist đđ¤đź And uh yeah have a good day â¨
stoner tim drake playlist is lyfeeee. also dont know who skeggs is? iâm stupid? have a good day!!
All the Robins (and Batgirl) decide to trade costumes for one night just to fuck with Batman and all the villains in Gotham. @subspacecadetÂ
batman knows itâs them youknow but like,,, what does he call them? heâs like âred hood?â and 3 people answer and heâs not about to compromise some identities so heâs just Pissed.
I aspire to treat cops the way my dad treats them. This man is a 45 year old Asian immigrant to the US and the treats them like his pets. He talks about them like unruly children. Sometimes he pays off local cops to shut up and stop acting racist. And usually it works. I donât know why but I can see Oliver Queen doing this
vibes... and also yes? oliver queen handing a local cop a donut to shut the fuck up lmao. but yanno i commit enough crimes to not really want to ever see a cop ever, so they kinda scare the everloving fuck out of me.
seeing as tim hasn't aged in years, that means he was 17 at peak emo tumblr era. im back on my emo tim bullshit and im not letting it go
emo tim had a wattpad account send tweet
People seem to think that batman is so dark and serious when the rainbow batsuit is right there. He wore it with no shame.
dude the 60s were a DIFFERENT TIME
dick grew up in a circus, jason grew up on the streets, and tim was probably raised by the internet
all of them cuss every other word and you cannot tell me otherwise
bitch i KNOW but dc has to change to an 18+ rating if they want to sell comix with swear words in them so we gotta deal with imagining the swear words in ourselves
thoughts on teen titans and young justice
havenât seen teen titans on account of havent seen it and young justice was LITERALLY my favourite thing ever, tho i do gotta admit itâs not at all similar to the young justice comics unfortunately. i really wouldve liked to see timmy bart kon cassie and cissie animated on tv!!
ew ew ew how to delete batcest shippers I genuinely digust them
log off tumblr?
Okay as poc who was called racist for calling an Italian pastabrain: in the batfam are Italians bit Damian just yells various insults about the others being Italian. Just him yelling âWhat are you doing you moronic spaghettihead!â At steph etc
huh? i meant real italians. homeboy is telling steph he hopes she chokes on her fucking garlic.
I think it's dumb as hell to pull the batman is the best fighter in the batfam argument because like it's just irresponsible of Bruce to let his kids fight when they couldn't possibly be on his league or something
fair enough, but also like who cares they could all kill you just sit down and take a beating.
lady shiva, thalia al ghul and Selina Kyle are all milfs @notanothertimburtonenthusiastughÂ
unfortunately, i have to admit,,, youâre right
why tf didn't someone give joker a death sentence already? like he's a mass murderer...give him the electric chair treatment wtf
idk i think plenty of people would have tried to murder him already (boring answer is: he is a popular character so they canât kill him off bc he brings in lots of money)
Thereâs no such thing as â copagandaâ.
all american media is propaganda. happy to clear this up for you
is it bad that I find lady shiva owa owa
no. find her as owa owa as you want.
aight I'm guessing the order of your favs in batfam:
1. tim
2. Steph
3. dick
4. Duke
5. the rest
youâre wrong but itâs cute that you tried, i generally donât have favourites, but i have a special place in my heart for steph, tim, dick and cass. bc they were like my introduction to batfam. but damian, jason, duke, bruce, babs and alfred are NOT FORGOTTEN OR UNLOVED
oh my god i was literally just readily willing to believe that italians werent white ty for clarifying it was a joke im so dumb sdkvjskdfs
i mean some italians arenât white? italian is a nationality as well as an ethnicity, so like ¯\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
since I saw so many people doing headcanons about the nationalities of batboys, I see Dick as an Italian.
dont know if youre serious or not, but sure.
super random but
jason đ¤ damian
old english
lmao fair enough.
tim absolutely has 1 gay uncle and his parents shit talk said uncle all the time so after bruce adopts him he specifically reaches out to this uncle to be like "heyyyy just so you know you majorly influenced my life yes i know i havent seen you since i was 5 and at the family reunion yes i know you dont remember my name idc thank you im gay too" and then they never talk again.
yuppp lmao thatâs definitely something that could happen. i can also consider tim having no family members, like none. until he does like a dna test and he realises he has like an aunt living barely 2 miles away from him whoâs like some illegitimate child of his grandpa.
I dare you one of them sends clark superman/clark fic and clark corrects the shit out of it and then goes like ps his dick is not that big, just telling as someone who has seen it. internet either explodes or goes who tf did he not fuck at this point.
i think everybody would call clark a buzzkill and try to cancel him over that.
so you're telling me Tim Drake wouldn't buy Starbucks?
no. dunkin donuts all the way
One of my favorite things is imagining people finding out jason came back from the dead and being like "oh no does he have magic powers now?!?!?" and he just pulls out a gun and tries to shoot joker
now he doesnât even have the gun :) lmao
my favorite batfamily fanfictions are the ones where they use their shitty codenames, unironically, in any context
bruce gets codename âughâ everytime. he hates it.
crazy that tim being a 17 y/o ceo and a stoner who does brand deals are all actual canon things written in detective comics comics and not made up for shits and giggles by you, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb @rowdeyclown
SO CRAZY HUH?
batman au where everything is the same but his utility belt is bright pink
absolutely, but i raise you, his boots light up like sketchers when he kicks people.
unbeknownst to the superhero fandom writers in the dcuniverse, clark and BRUCE are one of the most prolific fanfic writers in the superhero rpf tag on ao3. clark writes the best lois x superman angst, full of unhappy endings and scenes that are a so detailed you'd think you were in the middle of a superhero beatdown. bruce made an ao3 account to fuel "the do the butts match" thing, and makes batman/bruce fics from time to time. he wrote a superbat fic as a joke but ended up making it REAL porny. @concrastinator
dude theyâre WAY too busy for that. Oliver Queen and Hal Jordan on the other hand are the most prolific fanfic writers in the superhero rpf tag writing what is Mostly porn.
When the dining table topic gets to politics, Steph says "eat the rich" as the solution
bruce just silently takes away her fork and knife while sheâs talking.
#literally if you got through this i just respect you#this is mainly just for the people who sent me an ask in the past few mask#i hope your ask is in here :)#sorry for everybody else#ask#bataranswers#this took me 4 hours to do so i hope youre happy#also sidenote#does anybody know the latin translation for 'to become'#bc i just used future of 'esse' but it could be a different verb#who cares tho latin is a dead language#big congratulations to everyone who translates my sentence#here's a bonus sentence: tuam matrem futueram
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Heat Waves (TimKon)
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Hi! Iâm so glad youâre here! Iâve been working on this for way too long and definitely have a pt2 planned out if you guys like part one! I hope youâll take the time to read this because I spent way too long on it and Iâm pretty happy with how it turned out!
for the like 0.1% of my audience that this overlaps with, yes, i too am utterly obsessed with Heat Waves for DNF and have been listening to this song on repeat for three days straight waiting for chapter 8. But, i figured why not let that amazing piece of absolute art inspire a Timkon fic cuz they have the same dynamic as DNF in my eyes! All credits go to tbhyourelame on ao3!
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It was as hot as death itself in Kansas. Not to mention a farm with no AC was just about the worst place Conner could be forced to âvacationâ at. But Ma and Pa had been begging to have him over and the month of June just seemed to overlap, so there Kon was, sweating buckets in the middle of nowhere.Â
It felt so cold in Gotham. Though, the temperature was comfortable- the most comfortable it had been all year- but Tim always felt colder, lonelier, when Conner wasnât by his side. The two of them were a duo, fitting together like a puzzle piece, the absolute best of friends and best of heroes. But now, he was using his mandatory away-from-the-tower weeks up while Conner was in Kansas, it was some sort of mandate that Bruceâs kids come home occasionally and instead of suffering weekends in Gotham Tim opted to just grind out a few weeks at the manor, even if it meant dealing with Damianâs unrelenting murder attempts. But it wasnât all bad, Tim got to patrol with Bruce again, hang out with Jason occasionally, and even see Dick from time to time. âFamilyâ bonding at itâs finest.Â
âHello?â Timâs voice was quiet, Kon constantly felt himself turning the volume button up on his phone just to hear a decibel more of his best friendâs comforting tone.Â
âHey Timbers how was your day?â Conner felt himself relaxing to the light sound of Tim breathing, he was laying on the floor, spread like a starfish so that no sticky part of his body could touch and create more sweat.Â
âNothing much, no patrol tonight- I guess you remembered,â Timâs voice was filling his ears. I remember everything you tell me. âYeah, yeah I did,â Conner quickly replied. âAny boring farm chores today?â Conner heard the familiar rustling, he could hear Tim stand up, heâd memorized the sound of Tim taking him off speaker and resting the phone in between his shoulder and ear. He could hear Timâs hair, that he knew he was probably growing out, brush the mic. I always liked his hair longer.Â
âKon?â Tim snapped him back into the stiflingly hot room. âOh sorry, itâs really hot here, kinda makes me zone out. Um, Iâm alright I got to hangout with the cows today which was cool- they donât like the heat either but Ma says itâll be over soon,â Conner rambled, all too focused on Timâs breath in his ear.Â
âSorry for making you zone out, I guess nothing interesting is happening here,â Tim sighed, Conner shook his head, rolling over on the floor, leaning down into the mic of his phone.Â
âNothing about you bores me Tim,âÂ
Tim didnât reply. Conner mentally cursed himself, he was really too tired, too hot and bothered to be this flirtatious with Tim, who was a complete wild card when it came to Conner.Â
And then he answered, Timâs voice was higher pitched, the way it ascended when he was blushing- he was blushing. âWell thatâs not true, Iâm very boring. When Iâm doing cases or training or-â Conner couldnât take it.Â
âNothing about you could bore me Tim. Iâm down to be with you whenever, doing whatever, you know that,â he felt his tone soften, loving the way Timâs breath hitched with every compliment.
âBe with me?â Tim shot back playfully, Conner could practically hear the smirk toying on the smaller boyâs lips.Â
âDid I stutter?â Conner heard a loud noise, a thump. Timâs voice was high pitched again, âSorry- uh I dropped my phone,â Conner felt himself growing warmer, if at all physically possible. âNo problem. So, what are you doing tomorrow with Bruce?â Conner didnât like pushing Tim too far, hell, he barely knew how he felt half the time. Timâs voice brightened, âOh! Weâre gonna go to this old ice cream shop I adored as a kid! Itâs been too long since Iâve been there, you remember me talking about it?âÂ
Conner didnât need a second to answer, âSub 30, you always get the one with the espresso poured over it,â he couldnât lie, ice cream sounded absolutely heavenly at the moment. Timâs voice flooded through the heat, âRight as always- I swear they programmed some sort of photographic memory inside of you,â Tim teased, Conner answered honestly, âI just listen when you tell me thingsâ. The night went on, Tim quickly had to go, believe it or not he did sleep when given the opportunity. âTry not to die of heat exhaustion, drink lots of water throughout the day, not all at once,â Conner smiled, âwill do, goodnight Timmy,â Tim answered mid yawn, ânight Konâ.
And then he was alone. Alone with the heat, with his thoughts, the latter far more dangerous. Heâs my best friend, of course I remember everything. Conner found himself staring at the ceiling, Ma had painted constellations on the walls and ceilings of the room, something funny about alien genes liking the stars. Conner used to be able to find every pattern, name every star, but the only shape he could trace was Tim. There were his eyes, they were pools of deep blue, they sparkled when he laughed but could glare bullets when he tried. If he stared hard enough Kon could find his hair, itâs always soft and smells delicious, layers falling effortlessly- cascading to frame his face. Then there were his lips, Conner found himself constantly mesmerized with the way Tim bit his bottom lip when thinking, the way they scrunched together when he said something funny, how they constricted when he bit the inside of his cheek just enough to hide the emotion he was so scared of portraying. They were perfect.Â
He let the heat take his mind, flowing with the stars as he thought dangerous thoughts about his best friend. His thoughts danced around Timâs waist, flowing carefully around his chest, wrapping Kon in every layer of Timâs personality, every smile, laugh, tear, scowl, it was Tim. Konâs Tim.Â
And there, on the floor, he drifted to an uncomfortable, sweaty sleep.
~
Tim was scrolling aimlessly through his phone, Gotham was surprisingly boring. He once found the city bustling and distinctly alive but now it only left him cold, cold and bored.Â
âIce cream as good as you remember?â Bruceâs voice lifted him from his device. âYup! Canât believe you let me have espresso at like 10, you basically started my addiction.â Tim threw on a smile, glancing down at the half eaten dessert. âYeah, canât say I was the best father but, I tried,â Bruceâs shoulders shook lightly, but the laughter didnât make it to his eyes. Did you really try? Truly? Tim dove back into the creamy sweet, admiring the bitterness the espresso brought the flavor. His phone buzzed.
K: Did you get the ice cream?
T: yeah, you remembered?
K: You literally told me last night
T: have i been off your mind since?Â
K: No.
Conner always did this, every time Tim thought heâd throw him off guard with something funny or flirtatious just to have a little fun Kon took it and ran with it. And Iâm always the one who ends up blushing. Tim thought, shaking his head. It was really his fault he let Conner get him riled up. They were best friends, flirting or dealing out little sexual quips were natural, and often pretty funny.Â
âEarth to Tim? Iâve got a meeting you wanna head back while I head to the office?â Tim glanced over at Bruce who was now standing up in front of him. âYeah, I can work on cases back at the manor, you gonna head to the office?â stretching his arms he stood up, noticing Bruce had put on his business face- the one stone cold and dry that only brought back the worst memories. âYes.â His response was gruff, Tim suppressed the shudder that tried to dance down his spine. âUh yeah, Iâll head back, have a nice day B,â he smiled, hoping it made it to his eyes.Â
~
âYou canât keep calling me while Iâm on patrol, itâs not safe,â Tim chastised Conner loosely, appreciating the company as his patrol with Damian was always deathly silent. âC��mon, youâre used to having me in your ear,â Tim gulped, glancing around for Damian who was three buildings over, deeply uninterested. âKon, oh my god, Iâm gonna mute you,â Tim whispered, revelling in the chuckle that stirred in Connerâs chest. It was deep, and warm, so distinctly warm Tim felt the heat budding in his chest.Â
âSo, patrol with the demon? He hasnât cut your grapple line yet?â Connerâs tone was low and silky smooth. Coughing to clear his throat Tim replied, ânope, heâs most horrific when Bruce is here, when heâs not the punk couldnât care less whether I live or die,âÂ
âI care,â
âI know Kon,â If only you knew how much I appreciated it.Â
âAsshole, can you hear me? I said weâve got a gang robbery on second? You coming genius?â Damianâs disgusted tone flooded over his comm, and Tim quickly turned his attention to the bat-brat who was already grappling towards the alarms and shouts. Connerâs whisper asked, âcan he hear me?â and Tim replied, âno, youâre on a separate channel, Dami can only hear me when I unmute. Just be quiet while I take out these thugs,â
âWhy? Because my voice distracts you?â Connerâs tone shifted into dangerously flirtatious.Â
âNo, cuz youâre annoying as shit,â Tim smirked, running across the top of a building, letting Damian call the signals so he didnât get all upset.Â
âDo I make you uncomfortable Tim? Do I make you forget just exactly what youâre doing, whether you want to use your batarang or bo staff? Do I make you, warm? Because itâs so warm here, so hot, god Iâm just so hot I-â
âShut. Up.â Tim struck the gun out of a scared looking man. Rolling his eyes at the man in his ear.
âWhy? Are you too focused? Weâve taken out much harder criminals all while talking. Arenât we just talking right now?â Konâs voice was ringing in his head like never before.Â
âIâm trying to focus but itâs no good when youâre in my ear.â
âAnd what if I wasnât in your ear? You remember? When we work side by side, so close- are you an affectionate person Tim?â Tim could feel the heat dripping off of Connerâs voice, but he was taken aback by Connerâs new line of thought.
âWha- what? Am I affectionate? I donât know. Sometimes?â Tim almost missed a hit, huffing as Damian blocked what wouldâve been a hard blow on him. âStart paying attention Drake,â Damianâs tone was acidic. But he was drawn back into his com as Connerâs voice flooded his ears again.
âWould you be affectionate with me?â
âYesâ Timâs breathless reply was instant, his brain not giving him a chance to think.
âGood, I like that. You know Iâm very affectionate too? I like getting to hold the people I care about close, feeling their warmth. You know Iâm very warm right now?â
âI- I know Kon, I bet, are you doing alright? Drinking water?â Tim shook out the thought of Conner lazing out in his room, sweaty, lips parted as he pushed out warm breath- Stop. Focus. Your job is to defend these people. Damianâs doing a good job, You just have to round up the civilians. Tim forced himself back into the real world, taking on one of the gang members with ease, tying him up swiftly before moving on to the next.
âI heard that, I can hear it every time you take out one of those men. This is easy isnât it? I canât be that distracting to you. Youâre too good.â
âYou always do this,â Tim felt his cheeks heating up, his steps felt forced, like he had to remind himself to breathe. Tim carefully rounded up civilians, escorting them to safety as Conner started again in his ear.Â
âAlways do what Tim? Tell you how much I appreciate you? How much I miss you? Do you not think you deserve to be missed? To be loved?â
âConnerâ Timâs tone was harsher than he wanted it to be. But nonetheless Conner continued.Â
âWhy not? Why the hell not? Youâre amazing Tim.â
Tim scoffed, playing it off as a cough to the people in front of him.
âWhat do you need to hear Tim? That youâre amazing? Brilliant?-â
âOh my god Kon-â Tim interrupted, but Conner wasnât done.
âTalented? Impressive? [his tone deepended] - Attractive?âÂ
âIâm gonna hang up,â Tim was breathing so hard he was practically hyperventilating. The compliments were all that consumed his thoughts, swirling around his brain, packing it full of deep, dangerously flammable thoughts.Â
And Conner was ready to let it burn.
âYou need to be kissed Tim,â Conner murmurs, throat raw, âso hard that you canât remember your name- maybe then youâll understand what I mean.â
The batarang in Timâs hand clattered to the floor. Damianâs head whipped to him as Tim struggled to regain function.Â
âIâm muting you, see you in a bit,â was all Tim could choke out before he ripped the earpiece out, unable to let it sit, burning into his skull. Youâre almost done here, cool down, finish up. Tim told himself as he manually reminded himself to breathe. Youâve got this.Â
~
Conner knew Tim ended the call. But he didnât have the energy to stop the endless beeping from the disconnected phone.Â
He was laying on the floor of his room, limbs spread out as he clawed for anything that could cool him down, but all he could feel was heat as he stared up at the stars.
He had to admit, heâd pushed Tim further than ever before. But it felt too right to stop, too good. He couldnât stop replaying the way Timâs breath hitched after every word, desperately grasping for the feeling budding up in his chest. It was too addictive to not let the words heâd spent too long crafting pour from his lips into Timâs heart.Â
Kon didnât know how long he laid there, dazed in the heat, just trying to relive word after perfect word.Â
Until his phone rang.
âTim?â his voice was ragged and raw.
Timâs was high pitched and tight. âConner what the hell was that? Was that funny to you? Saying all those things- flirting with me while Iâm trying to do my job?âÂ
âFlirting?â Conner mused, staring at the stars with a tattered smirk on his face.
âDonât act dumb, I donât know what kind of sick joke it was saying all that while Iâm on patrol but Iâm glad you think youâre funny,â Timâs voice was cold. But not the cooling tone, it was sharp, like the way the freeze of ice can feel so painfully hot when applied too harshly.Â
âI wouldâve said it to you no matter what you were doing,â Conner whispered, resting his phone on his chest, wincing at the sticky noise it made as he tried to adjust itâs positioning.Â
âSo that was just all for you? To let you listen as you screwed with my brain?â Tim retorted.Â
Conner was done dancing around the truth, all forms of control eluding his mind. âYes,â
âThatâs cruel Kon, can you imagine if I did that with you? Told you how you needed to be kissed while youâre out with Jon or something?â Tim sounded exasperated, but at the end of each quip Kon could hear the deep breaths he was taking. Does- Does he like this?
Tim continued. âDonât answer that. Shut up, I know what youâre gonna say. âOh Tim itâs not the same,â just- just get out of my head!â
Conner sat up. He was floating. Floating in the middle of his room, the phone on his chest tumbling to the floor as he scrambled to grab it again, feeling his feet touch the ground as he held the phone as close to his lips as he could.
âWhat do you mean Tim? How am I in your head?â Do you feel the same way I do right now?
âYou- you just know me. So well, and when you say stuff like that- when youâre in my ear saying those things your voice, itâs like fire, it burns.â Tim sounded desperate, his voice painfully strained.Â
Connerâs head was spinning, âI burn you?â he matched Timâs desperate tone.
âYou melt me.âÂ
Connerâs head slammed against the roof of his room, as he tried to regain control of his senses he heard Tim murmur, âdoes that make sense?â
âMore than you know Timbers, more than you know,â Conner could hear Tim let out a sigh, the kind that told him all would be okay.Â
As Conner took a deep breath, steadying himself for what was to come Tim spoke first. âItâs so late Kon, Iâve been up to long, I think I need to go to bed,â Timâs tone was soft again, the cooling, comforting tone that Kon was scared heâd never hear again.Â
"Yeah, I- uh, have chores in the morning anyways.â Conner answered, hoping to give Tim some peace of mind.
âOkay, sounds good. Goodnight Conner,â Tim said quietly, his tone thoughtful and slow, finally letting the sleep crowd his mind.Â
âGoodnight Tim, talk to you tomorrow?â Conner let too much hope sink into those last few words.Â
âYes, night now,â Tim answered easily, quickly hanging up the call, letting Conner sink down back into the carpet of his floor.Â
âTomorrow,â Conner whispered to himself, feeling the intense heat start to creep back in as he drifted into a sweaty sleep.
~
âTomorrow,â Tim whispered to himself, trying to swallow the nerves he didnât know Conner could draw out of him.Â
âIâll figure it out tomorrow.âÂ
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If things donât work out and he loses Jon tomorrow, Martin wants to remember him happy.
Post-199. Jon and Martin reflect on what has and could have been. 1.4k
Thanks @emberidzae and @distortion-noodles for the quick beta!
As they emerge into the hallway, Georgie pokes her head out of what must be her and Melanieâs bedroom. âBlankets and such are down that way,â she says, pointing. âHelp yourself, yeah?â
If Martin werenât observing Jon so closely, he might have missed the way he jumps at the words. Jon recovers swiftly, though. âRight. Thanks, Georgie.â
Martin hasnât yet closed the door behind them. He leans back into the room to relay the information to Basira, only to find her already nodding and waving him off without looking up. âI heard her.â
Sheâs leaning against the table theyâd all stood around while arguing about the plan. In her hands are two flat metal discs on a chain. It takes Martin a moment to place where heâd last seen them: hanging around Daisyâs neck.
He was slipping too far into the Lonely at the time to really pay attention, but Martin did notice that the dog tags disappeared after Daisy swore to resist the Hunt. Heâs always assumed she got rid of them, destroyed them in a bid to purge the memory of her work for Section 31 â and the less than legal things she did besides.
âFound them while tracking her,â Basira explains, clearly guessing his train of thought. âShe stopped wearing them, but she still carried them around. As a reminder, you know? UntilâŚâ
Until she gave in to the Entity calling her name. Until she left her humanity behind to protect her friends.
Martin swallows past a sudden lump in his throat. âIf you need to talk, Basiraââ
âIâm good,â she cuts him off. âIâm managing.â
He knows itâs the truth; theyâd had plenty of time to catch up at the base of the cliff while Jon was recording. So he nods and leaves it at that, saying only, âCome find us anyway, if you change your mind.â
Her expression softens even as her voice takes on a wry edge. âGo on,â she chivvies, âgo be soppy with your boyfriend somewhere else.â
âSomewhere far away from you, you mean?â
Basira snaps her fingers. âGot it in one. Always knew you were the smart one.â
The bedding Georgie mentioned turns out to be a huge pile of unrolled sleeping bags and unfolded blankets. The sight is amusingly incongruous for the three seconds it takes Martin to realise that these used to belong to the cult members, who have since been dragged back to their domains.
Gingerly, he steps forward to take what they need. Jon helps, his face stony.
They duck into the first empty room they come across and lay down enough padding to save their backs from the hard floor. Martin fusses with the makeshift bed while Jon stands and starts pacing.
Everything in Martin is saying to go to him and wrap him up in another hug, make up for the one Jon had pulled out of while his hands were still shaking and his cheeks still wet with tears. But he watches the tense lines of his body and thinks that Jon would only flinch away from comfort if he offered it again. So he sits down, leaving some space for Jon to join him when heâs ready, and waits.
It takes several minutes for Jon to look up at him. When he does, he bites his lip and says, âIâm sorry. Itâs already been decided, I know, and Iâm sick of rehashing the same old arguments with you.â
Martin lets out a short exhale. âI know. If the plan doesnât work â I donât want to spend our last hours together fighting.â
Jon blanches a little. âHours,â he repeats softly, starting to shake his head. âI wish we had more time.â
âYou donât mean, uh⌠put it off, do you?â Martin doesnât think he does, but itâs worth clarifying.
âWhat? Oh, no. Of course not.â
The huff of laughter that accompanies Jonâs words is gratifying. Martin decides to lean into it. âBecause that would be a truly record-breaking act of procrastination,â he points out.
Jon smiles lopsidedly. âSpeak for yourself. You havenât seen me try to start writing an essay in university.â
âFair enough,â Martin concedes, smiling back at him.
After a moment, Jon sobers again. âI mean, maybe we wouldnât have been together, if not for all this, but â if I had to do it all over again, I think Iâd waste less time. Iâd⌠I donât know, Iâd tell you Iâd missed you while I was abroad. Maybe admit that there were a couple of times when I didnât really need your help looking something up, but called you anyway, so I could hear your voice.â
Martin blinks, momentarily surprised. Then he crows, âI knew it! I knew there wasnât really a place called Desert Bluffs. I looked for mentions of it in statements for days, and the whole time you were â ha, you were bluffing.â
Good-naturedly, Jon rolls his eyes. âYes, yes, Iâm terrible at coming up with fake names on the spot.â
âBut that would meanâŚâ Martin furrows his brow at Jon. âThat was when you were in America. And you alreadyâŚâ
Jon has been gradually closing the distance between them as theyâve talked. Now he eases himself down next to Martin, as always favouring the leg Sasha had once dug a worm out of with a corkscrew, and says simply, âYes. I already knew I loved you. Maybe I wasnât in love with you, not yet, but⌠yes.â
Martin will never get used to hearing Jon say he loves him. He knows he does, and it still takes his breath away every time. But right now, with a handful of hours until the morning, it makes him feel like the air has been punched out of his chest.
âYouâre right,â he says quietly. âI wish weâd gotten our act together sooner.â
Beside him, Jon pulls his knees up to his chest, wrapping one arm around his legs and extending his other hand in Martinâs direction. Martin holds onto his hand, and they stay like that for a spell.
Theyâve made an unspoken compact to not only avoid fighting on this last night, but also to keep things light. Theyâve had so few wholly good days together, Martin reflects. If things donât work out and he loses Jon tomorrow, he wants to remember him happy. He wants to make the time they have count.
He nudges Jon, letting his voice grow teasing again. âHey. If I got to do it all over again, Iâd ask you out on a kayaking date.â
âThatâs... pretty specific,â Jon remarks.
âTim gave me the idea. Early, early on, when he would make fun of me for having a crush on the boss. Iâd bring you some tea and come back to my desk to find heâd texted me a link to a nearby kayak rental service. It was a different one each time, too.â
âYou have to admire the commitment.â Jon pauses. âCan two people even fit in the same kayak?â
âI thought of that. There are tandem kayaks. I was going to win you over with my superior rowing skills.â
Jon laughs. âI think it wouldâve worked.â
From just outside the door comes a rustling noise. Basira, probably, holding an armful of sleeping bag and looking for a place to bed down for the night.
After she goes past, Jon says ruefully, âWe should probably get some rest.â
He looks about as tired as Martin feels. But everything now seems tinged with an air of finality. If they go to sleep, it might be the last time they curl up together. And itâll make the morning come sooner.
Itâs irrational, but he blurts out, âNot yet. I⌠Iâm not ready.â
To say goodnight. To say goodbye.
Jon cants his head at him, and Martin wonders how transparent his thoughts are, playing across his features.
âMe neither,â Jon murmurs. He leans in closer and presses a kiss to Martinâs forehead. âMe neither.â
They stay up and talk, facing each other in bed. Neither of them has ever had a sleepover at a friendâs place, they discover, and yet this feels like that. Jon tells him about the lake he and Basira traversed, making it sound absolutely dreadful without Martin there to help with rowing. Martin starts describing Life of Pi and other movies Jon may never get to watch. Several times, he asks if Jon is sleeping with his eyes open, then laughs as he denies it.
In the end, Martin doesnât even remember falling asleep â only that Jon is there with him, and thatâs almost enough.
[also available on AO3 here]
[my TMA fic on AO3]
#the magnus archives#jonmartin#jonathan sims#martin blackwood#mimofic#basira hussain#daisy | alice tonner
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@firstdegreefangirl I am totally hooked on Chenford now! I have watched the entirety of Seasons 1-2 and the start of Season 3. I am now rewatching season 1. And Iâve binged on fics!
And there are so many fic ideas that I want to see for Lucy and Tim now.
Like Lucyâs birthday: Sheâs been Timâs rookie for almost a year and we havenât seen her birthday. So I am just imagining the angst potential. Maybe her birthday was right at the beginning of being a rookie so she obviously didnât have a party or anything because they were all studying and working their asses off. Perhaps then Nolanâs end of season 2 total fuck-up derailed the next plans to celebrate. So Lucy has had two birthdays (turned 28 at the beginning and then turned 29) without really doing anything and now she is about to be 30! But at this point she doesnât want to celebrate. Sheâs turning 30 and single and spends all of her time at work. And, also? It kind of seems like everyone has totally forgotten that Lucy is even a person who has birthdays. Â
Angelaâs birthday? Drinks at the bar with Wesley and the crew.
Nolanâs birthday? Dinner party at his house with everyone.
Jacksonâs birthday? Private party at a restaurant that Sterling rented out.
Timâs birthday? Dodgerâs game with hotdogs and beer.
Sgt. Greyâs birthday? Family and LAPD picnic.
Even Harper had a birthday drink with everyone.
But Lucy? Nothing for two years. She debates about whether to say anything to anyone for her 30th. Ultimately she decides that what she wants is to be with her friends even if they donât know the real occasion. She plans a dinner at a restaurant and makes up an excuse of having won a contest for a free dinner to get them all there. Itâs not technically on her birthday, rather itâs the night before because they have the next day (her actual birthday) off. Â
But then Angela is due ANY MINUTE NOW and put on bedrest so she and Wesley are out. Henry, Abigail, and Abigailâs parents are coming into town so Nolan is going to miss the dinner in order to meet his sonâs future in-laws for the first time. Jackson, Harper, and Sgt, Grey have a case that goes belly-up and they will probably be working all night. Â
She loves them all and will miss them. But the most important to be there was Tim. Theyâve been...flirty? At least it feels flirty to her? She thinks so. The thought of having dinner in a fancy restaurant jut her and Tim? The butterflies!
And then Rachel comes into town for a conference. And she calls Tim to meet up but only has that night free. WHO AGREES TO GO instead of Lucyâs âfancy free dinner.â But we canât be mad at Rachel! Because she made plans to have an early breakfast with Lucy on her birthday before her conference. She and Tim have talked but havenât visited. And they both needs some closure. She didnât know that Tim was missing out on Lucyâs birthday dinner plans.
But Tim didnât know that everyone else had already cancelled. He didnât think it would be a big deal and even thought that heâd maybe meet up with them all for dessert or drinks later. He sends her a text to say that heâll meet up late.
Tim, buddy. Seriously. Think this through. Your thoughts are still about meeting up with Lucy even after having dinner with your ex who you loved??? What does that tell you, my friend?
Anyway...back to Lucy. Sitting at the table (which was switched from her original reservation for a large group to an intimate table for two.). Alone. And watching the condensation on her water glass drip down as the minutes pass. And then gets a text that heâll be late. So she waits. And waits. Not realizing that late means...not coming. And as the time passes she starts to get more and more nervous, feeling exposed alone in public still gets to her. And her emotions are heightened to begin with.Â
Meanwhile, Tim and Rachel meet up to talk. To have face-to-face closure goodbyes. And Tim is realizing that it really is closure. Heâll always appreciate the time that they spent together but he doesnât have the same tug on his heart anymore. As they are saying goodnight (good-bye), Rachel makes a comment on Lucyâs birthday and how she canât believe that Lucy agreed to get up early on her 30th birthday.
Timâs face drops. Her birthday??? He had no fucking clue. Jesus. What a total fuck-up. Lucy is his rookie. HIS rookie even if she is a full-fledged officer and has been for almost a year. His friend. His...flirty-partner?
Heâs so fucking mad at himself. He tries calling her but it goes straight to voicemail. Lucy didnât want to sit and see the blank screen of her phone any longer. Even though she never never NEVER turns off her phone ever since being kidnapped. And even before then part of Officer Bradfordâs rules were yo are always reachable. But now? She just canât do it. She needs time to herself to nurse her heartbreak.
Tim is furious at himself and now heâs also a little scared. But forcing himself to stay calm as he drives (speeds) to the restaurant. He calls Angela on the way and thatâs when he learns that she was put on emergency bedrest so she and Wesley arenât there. Calls Jackson who is at the station doing paperwork for their case they just closed. Heâs confused. He thought that Lucy was going to totally reschedule since Tim was going to be the only one there. Lucy had maybe led Jackson to thinking that so he wouldnât find out about her crush on Tim. Jackson knows that Nolan also had to cancel. Â
Tim arrives at the restaurant in what is most definitely NOT a panic. Heâs just outwardly and actively concerned. When he gets to the restaurant the hostess is not impressed. She watched that poor woman (our dear Lucy) sit and wait at that table alone. ALONE. She left alone as well. Tim is fucking pissed (again mostly at himself but thatâs how he shows his outward concern). So where the fuck is Lucy?
Heâs tries her apartment next. No one answers the door so he helpfully lets himself in (picks the lock; Jackson and Lucy need to really work on their security for fuckâs sake).
No Lucy at the apartment either. WHERE THE FUCK IS LUCY?
In the meantime, Lucy is getting ready to drown her sorrows with ice cream and dog cuddles. Tim gave her a key and the alarm code to be able to spend time with Kojo. (Uh-huh, sure. The dog. Thatâs why. Whatever you need to tell yourself, Tim.). What Lucy doesnât know is that Timâs alarm system alerts him to every time her code is used. He absolutely knows every time she goes to spend time with Kojo. He kinda likes knowing that she feels so comfortable at his house. (Clues, Tim. So many clues to your feelings.)
He rushes over to his house and find her in the backyard with Kojo at her feet and a pint of ice cream on the table. Sheâs so embarrassed when he shows up and tries to leave thinking that Tim must be there with Rachel. Sheâs absolutely kicking herself for showing up at Timâs when he had a date. Â
Tim is feeling the biggest sense of relief. This is where he and Lucy should have been all along. Â
Cue confessions. And kisses. And sexy times. Â
And the following year? Big dinner party to celebrate Lucyâs birthday. And her engagement.
Other fics that should exist:
Angelaâs wedding! Everyone has a date for the wedding except for Lucy and Tim. Lucyâs feeling all right about it thought because she has a plan. A plan to ask Tim to be her date. Except when she works up the nerve to ask him while they are in the shop one day, Tim says that he already has a date.
Readers? Tim does not have a date. But he worries that heâs getting too close to Lucy. That sheâs not enough of his Boot and more like...a friend that he wants to kiss? Itâs very difficult for him. So he makes a snap decision to be More Professional.
But then Lucy starts talking about dating again. The firefighter didnât work out. But sheâs talking about dating apps? He hates this.
He hates it even more when she starts going out on a date. Every. Single. Night. Every night after shift and every night on their days off, Lucy has a date with a different guy.
And itâs driving him fucking crazy,
But Lucy is determined to find a date for Angelaâs wedding. She cannot be the only single one there. Â
Just imagine the tension in their shop for the three weeks leading up to the wedding. Lucy talking about her dates constantly. Definitely overcompensating for the fact that she asked Tim to be her date and he said no. So if she stops talking about her new-found dating then she will have to think about the object mortification and humiliation of Tim turning her down.
OMG SHE WANTS TO DIE OF SHAME JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.
So she talks about her dates. And maybe makes up a few of them. Â
Tim is totally miserable. He hates hearing about her dates. But also he cannot let her stop talking to him about these dates. Because what if something goes wrong? What if she needs him and he stops her from telling him? He just has to sit there and be miserable.
A misery of his own making. Because Lucy asked him out for a date for Angelaâs wedding. Which is three days BEFORE her tenure as rookie is over. And he canât date his rookie. And he wants to date Lucy. If he goes on a date with her, it wonât be platonic. Instead of telling her all this, he blurted out a ânoâ and she shut down. Â
And then the wedding arrives. Turns out none of Lucyâs dates were plus-one worthy. And Tim never even tried to get a date even though he told her he had one.
Heâs doing okay with maintaining distance until one of Angelaâs brothers starts hitting on Lucy right in front of him. Â
(Angela maybe ~m a y b e~ said something about Lucy to one of her brotherâs who is a total flirt and never serious. Perfect for making a certain best friend of hers jealous. She knows whatâs good for him.)
Tim cuts in on a dance with Lucy. Â
Itâs slow and sweet and sexy. BUT STILL THREE DAYS BEFORE SHE IS NO LONGER HIS ROOKIE.
He still leaves alone at the end of the night. But not before a promise to her. A promise that in three days HE is going to be the one to ask her a question. A date question. Â
Lucy canât wait. Â
Oh! Another idea:
What if Isabel comes back and decides that she wants Tim back? Sheâs been sober for a year and itâs time.
Just as Lucy and Tim were maybe becoming Lucy-and-Tim.
Sheâs seen how Tim is about Isabel. She knows that she canât compete with that. Â
Tim, of course, uses this time to realize how serious he is about Lucy and that things are truly over, for good, with Isabel.
The Obvious Fic Idea:
Rosalind has more than one protege and they are clearly after Lucy. Â
Enter the Protector Tim. And having to stay at her place. And that couch just doesnât look comfortable. Soooooooo....
And I have more fic ideas I want to see. So thanks for the new ship! I love imagining these scenarios.
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the moment |Â timothĂŠe chalamet
moved blogs - @erodasghosts
practically a spinoff thing for perfidy by @peeterparkr and reading perfidy would help make this better. To read as a stand alone fic, just picture âTomâ as someone y/n used to like but he hurt her.
Description: where we get to see a little bit of y/nâs relationship with timmy
Word count: ~4,600
Warnings: none
A/N: the rain part is heavily inspired by chapter 8 of perfidy where y/n describes when she knew she loved timmy. Also heavily inspired by Nancyâs moodboard of dates with Timmy. I loved writing this so much, I hope you enjoy!
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âOkay, okay,â you rested your hands on the table, âtell the story again?â
Timmy let out a soft chuckle, âReally? Didnât you save the video?â
âI just⌠need to hear you say it in person.â You smiled widely, âItâs too cute.â
He couldnât help but smile with you. Something told him you just wanted to hear the story again just to tease him, no harm to come of it though. He couldnât blame you, he had even teased himself about it and found it rather silly.
âAlright,â he sighed dramatically. âSo, I found this toad the other day, right? And it was missing a leg. So⌠I watched it for a bit before going back inside and going to bed.â
Timmy was a dramatic story teller, it was rather entertaining. The theatrics of it didnât always come from the words he used to describe stories but the amount of time he spent telling it. To end it short would only leave people with questions. To draw it out longer would give people more to consider. He made stories last regardless, giving people opportunities for questions and any random thoughts. It seemed to be a way of letting everyone feel more involved so it wasnât so one sided. He didnât like to focus on himself too much, he was much too interested in everyone else.
âOh, thatâs it?â You raised a brow, â It didnât happen to be two in the morning? And you didnât happen to cry because the toad was missing a leg?â
âWell,â Timmy pursed his lips as if to consider your words, ânow that you mention it⌠I mightâve been a little tired when I found it, and possibly a small bit upset when I found it was missing a leg.â
âSmall bit? Tim, you cried.â You brushed some hair behind your ear, âLike, actually cried. I saved the video!â
Quickly, you pulled out your phone to watch the video of a teary eyed TimotheĂŠ. Everything about the video was chaotic, it only made the story better.
âOkay, Iâ this is so brightâ I just found this toad,â he held it to the camera, âI was like, âOh! Neat! A little toad!â But then, then I picked it up andâŚâ He nearly choked on his words, the camera moving sloppily and never focusing on just one thing. âIt only has three legs! Y/n, y/n it only has three legs. Are you seeing this?â He held it to the camera again, âImagine how much harder traveling must be for him. The poor thing.â
âDo we have to finish watching this?â Timmy was grinning boyishly, âI mean, youâve already seen it and I lived it.â
You gently hushed him before looking back to your phone screen, âShh, shh, itâs getting to the best part.â
He gave a melodramatic frown to the toad before looking at the camera again, âI just, hmph⌠I had to show him to you, I love him so much. Okay, say goodbye to him, wish him the best.â He stroked it with his thumb, showing the camera one last time before setting it down and waving goodbye. âI know youâll live a good life. Iâll miss you, visit anytime.â The camera turned back to Timmy who now had tears swelling, âCan you believe it? Such a darling boy⌠I hope he gets to be happy.â With a sniffle, he dried his eyes. âOkay, thatâs all⌠you just had to see him. Iâm sorry, itâs late and Iâm cryingâŚâ he laughed and shook his head. âI hope he lives a happy life⌠well, goodnight⌠or morning?â
The video ended with Timmy lazily struggling to stop the recording, his eyes red and his hair a complete mess. You couldnât help but hold the biggest smile and he did his best to hide behind his curls. His fingers curled into his palm, resting his hand on his chin and elbow on the table. Part of him was slightly embarrassed, only because the video was played in public. He couldnât care less about the fact that you saw him practically breaking down over a toad, he only cared that strangers heard him breaking down over a toad.
âI thinkâŚâ you began, âWell, you know how you asked me when I knew I loved you? I think that when I first saw that video⌠I just, I knew, you know?â
He held back a laugh, âAh, thatâs the moment, hmm?â
âYes! Absolutely, one thousand times yes! It was just mind blowing,â you exaggerated with your hands. âI had never seen you like that before and, honestly, it just really pushed me to my realization.â
âItâs fair, really. I mean, had you sent a similar video I have no doubts that it would be the moment I knew I loved you.â He took a sip of his tea, keeping his eyes on you.
Timmy was playing along with your game, it was back and forth teasing. He couldnât help but wonder, though, when had you fallen in love with him? He had asked before but you seemed to avoid the question and he didnât push. Maybe you hadnât yet, and that was okay. It did make him worry no matter how much he reminded himself it wasnât like you would fall in love in the exact same moment as if your lives were a book. But still, at times his mind would wander.
âWhen was it?â He licked his lips and placed his cup back down.
âHmm?â You fiddled with your pastry, avoiding eye contact.
He rephrased, âWhen was it you actually fell in love with me?â
Crumbs fell to your plate, it gave you something else to look at rather than him. He never intended to make you nervous, so he soon regretted ever asking. The thing was, there didnât seem to be a defining moment yet. There were so many things about Timmy that made you stop and think about how amazing of a person he is. From his gentle words to his grand gestures. You could say that to him, but it didnât sound real. If you were going to answer him you wanted it to be something more concrete.
Part of him craved an answer. He wanted you to take your time, for your relationship to take its time too. And Timmy wasnât someone that needed constant validation but he couldnât help himself at times. He knew you cared for him, thatâs what mattered most. Really, he wasnât sure why he was so insistent about knowing. Well, maybeâŚ
He tried his hardest not to be the jealous type, and normally he wasnât. He trusted you and the two of you were always able to openly talk about things, but⌠something about your relationship with Tom made him second guess himself. He couldnât even figure out why, other than it was painfully obvious that Tom liked you and you couldnât even see it. The issue was, Timmy knew that the âenemiesâ thing was an act, even if it was just one sided. He knew that you didnât like Tom, at least not anymore, but a part of him couldnât help but wonder if you did.
âIâm sorry,â he interrupted his own thoughts. âYou donât have to answer that.â
You awkwardly kept your eyes on the crumbs now scattered around your plate. If only he knew, and if only you could tell him.
âIf you keep doing that youâll hardly have any left.â He smoothly took the pastry from your hands and bit into it. âHmm, itâs delicious.â
Letting out a small laugh you straighten your posture, âYouâve got a little filling on you.â
âOh?â He sat it back on your plate, âCould you get it for me?â
You nodded, sitting on the edge of your chair to get closer. Slowly, you reached across and lightly wiped the filling off with your thumb. Timmyâs smile never seemed to fade away. He was always so warm and gentle, even in the toad video from two in the morning. It was like with him any moment could be put on pause to just sit back and admire it for what it was. With him it was like you could breathe. Like, even if it was temporary, the air around him wasnât so stuffy and thick, but it was clear.
Your hand seemed to linger, not that he minded. He simply took your hand in his own, pressing a kiss to your palm before resting both of your hands on the table. His thumb faintly skimmed over your knuckles as he watched the wheels turning your head.
He tilted his head slightly, âSomething on your mind?â
âI always have something on my mind, you know.â You timidly pulled your hand away to put your phone back in your bag, âWe should probably get going so we can beat the rain.â
Tim cleared his throat and began gathering his things. âI wouldnât mind getting stuck in it, sometimes the rain is nice to just step into.â
His words brought another tender smile to your face. Most people would be canceling the dayâs plans because of a chance of rain later that evening, Timmy just pushed through and even hoped the rain may come earlier than planned. You liked the rain too and didnât mind going out in it from time to time, it was relaxing in ways.
âIâd rather be home when it starts, I think.â You held his hand as you both started your way home.
He nodded, âI can understand that. But, would it be so bad if it started before then? It would be like a movie scene.â
The thought made you grin, he was right. One of the biggest clichĂŠs in the book and you nearly forgot. Part of you longed for a movie moment like that, you had them all the time with Timmy though. It was nice, you wouldnât lie. At the same time, a huge part of you just wanted to smoothly make it home, no movie moment.
âI guess that part of it would be sweet. Almost like a frozen moment in time.â You moved closer to him, âIâd take any chance to be frozen in time with you.â
His lips curled into a smile at your cheesy words before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, âMaybe weâll get the chance again.â
âHmm, I wish. Iâm not exactly dressed for a downpour though, especially not with my camera out,â you held it up.
Timmy took a quick glance, you were right. Your sneakers would be soaked within moments and your jacket wouldnât keep you warm for long. Timmy wasnât dressed much better though, having on sneakers as well, and jeans that would easily stick to him when wet. He could stand it though, it wasnât a bother, and he would gladly help to keep you warm with his own body heat.
He recalled that you loved walks in the rain, no matter how soaking wet you may get. But lately something was off, he could tell. He kept brushing it off, chalking it up to overthinking. Of course you didnât want to get caught in the rain that day, it would be freezing and your camera could get ruined. Normally, though, you still wouldnât mind. It was like you were running from something.
âWe can put the camera in your purse, it should help keep it dry. As for the rest, well,â he let your hand go before wrapping an arm around your waist, âIâll help keep you warm as we make our way home.â
You chuckled, leaning into his side. âIn that case, I look forward to the rain,â you half joked.
âSee?â He smiled, âSimple solutions. Iâm glad to be of assistance.â
Once again, he let go of you to give a dramatic bow. You laughed, watching as his hair fell in front of his face. He even tucked one foot behind the other, adding to the drama of it. He did what he could to make the relationship feel the same, to help you find the beauty in small moments like that again rather than pain.
âAh, thank you for your kindness,â you gently bowed back towards him.
âOf course, of course. Anytime, you know.â He took your hand in his, gently swinging it as you continued the walk.
You walked in silence for a few moments, just taking in the busy sounds from around you. There were fewer people out that day, due to the expected rain, which gave plenty of new picture opportunities. You loved pictures full of life, whether it was crowds of people or a field of flowers. But, you loved pictures that seemed empty, or even more serene in a way, too. Overall, you just enjoyed taking pictures of life. From the most crazy and crowded moments to the most calm and seemingly boring moments.
âLetâs get a picture here really quick?â You stopped at a shop window, gently tugging Timmyâs sleeve to get his attention.
He stepped back and stood beside you, âOf course, itâs a nice opportunity.â
You held the camera up, ready for the picture. Timmy put one hand in his pocket, the other rested on the small of your back. He placed a kiss on the top of your head, freezing there for a moment as you took the picture. Instinctively his eyes shut too, allowing him to easily slip into his thoughts for a moment.
He loved that you took pictures of moments like this, he knew it meant a lot to you. To be able to hold a memory in such a way was incredible and it helped to better remember. It wasnât just a picture, it was a memory. Even if it was only a memory of going for tea that morning, it was a memory. One he knew that youâd both find yourselves dwelling on.
You both seemed to find such pleasure in the smallest of things. The rain, tea, toads, anything. Unlike Tom, who seemed to have to make everything into some huge attention grabber for it to be even slightly memorable. Timmy couldnât stand that, it was like it was a show for everyone else. Timmy didnât need to prove to anyone that he loved you with grand schemes, what mattered to him was the little things that you shared between the two of you.
âAlright, got it,â you smiled.
His eyes opened back up, snapping himself out of his mind. âYouâve gotten a lot of good pictures today.â
âWith most of them having you as the subject, Iâd agree,â you grinned up at him.
âItâs your talent with photography that makes them so good,â he chuckled.
âMaybe, but you definitely add to itâs perfection.â You kissed his cheek, âEven if I know you cried about a frog at two in the morning.â
âA toad,â he corrected. âAnd what kind of monster wouldnât cry about a toad at two in the morning?â
âItâs just a toad,â you began walking again with a small smile on your lips.
âJust a toad?â He joined your side again, âI donât think so! He was special, not just like any other toad.â
You teased, âYouâre actually defending a toad?â
âMaybe I am. You were attacking him.â He played along, lightly nudging your shoulder.
Your hands went into the air in a mock defense, âMy greatest apologies for attacking him. I hope I didnât offend too greatly?â
âHmm,â he raised a brow and stroked his chin as if he was deeply thinking. âNo, nothing you canât make up for.â
âMake up for? In what way?â You were already grinning as you looked up at him.
His arm made its way back around your waist, his fingers landing on your hip. Your pace slowed a bit, only slightly, as you synced your steps.
âDance with me when it rains,â he said simply. âIt would make up for it a thousand times over.â
You chuckled, âIâd dance with you anytime, Tim.â
He inhaled, holding his breath for a moment before saying, âI know, but Iâll take every chance I get.â
âI would too, plus itâs a simple enough way to pay you back for the frog insult.â
âToad.â
âRight,â you laughed, âtoad.â
He hoped it would rain. Before he simply looked forward to the rain because he was expecting it anyway, now he was waiting for the rain as if he relied on it. He needed the chance to be with you closer, longer. He needed a reason for the day to be memorable for more than just tea. Timmy knew youâd adore that day for the rest of time, even if it ended in this very moment, but it was like he needed to be sure of it.
Lord, he was becoming Tom. Couldnât the day be lovable enough as it was? It already was. There wasnât a moment through the day with you where he didnât seem to have butterflies in his stomach, other than moments like this where he couldn't help but think of Tom.
No. No more Tom. Timmy was still far from Tom. His gestures, like wanting to dance in the rain, was for just the two of you, not anyone else. Tom needed everyone elseâs approval, Timmy was only focused about the happiness between the two of you.
âGuess you should get ready to dance,â you spoke up, quickly tucking your camera into your purse.
Timmy glanced at your movements before looking up to the sky, seeing how dark it had suddenly gotten. He couldnât help but smile as he saw the rain approaching.
âIâve been waiting for this,â he held both of your hands and pulled you to a wider section of sidewalk.
He wasted no time, beginning to dance with you the moment a raindrop fell. You wouldnât deny it, even though you were previously dreading the coming rain you were happy it was there now. You had forgotten how much you missed it. You missed that moment in time where it was truly like nothing else mattered. It was just you and Timmy, frozen in your own movie moment.
It was clear that the wheels in his head were finally taking a pause, he too was just enjoying that moment. Normally, Timmy wasnât one to get lost in his thoughts so frequently. He spoke openly, sharing his thoughts so he could talk through them with someone. You understood, even admired it, but there was a part of you that wanted to hold certain things to yourself. There were some things you wanted to process on your own before even thinking about sharing with anyone else, and there were other things that you just wanted to ignore forever. Timmy knew this and he never wanted to make you feel pressured to talk but he just couldnât understand why you wouldnât want to share, to just talk through your pain and memories. But, he respected it.
You wanted to share, truly, but you werenât even sure where to begin, and, you didnât even know if you actually could bring yourself to talk. Timmy swore that there were things between you and Tom that were unsettled that you needed to talk about, and maybe he was right, but you couldnât see it. You felt like you were stuck in a spot that had no way out. It felt like you had no words to share, and, while no one was trying to make you feel that way, you felt pressured to talk. It felt like Timmy deserved more. Like he should have an explanation, like he should get to know his moment, the one where you knew you loved him.
You had no answers to offer anyone though, not even yourself. You didnât know why people were expecting you to explain so much. Why did people need you to explain why you never liked Tom? Why it didnât matter if Tom ever liked you or still did-- though you would assure people he didnât-- because you were over him. Or were you even over that?
Tom was cruel. He was careless, inconsiderate. And, sure, you had a crush on him for a while, but thatâs all it was. Thatâs all it could be. He hurt you, how could you possibly still like him? And, you loved Timmy so none of that even mattered anymore.
Timmy.
You knew you loved him, with or without that defining moment. Maybe this could be it. The rain, his fingers intertwined with yours as you danced and laughed. No, this wasnât it. It couldnât be, not when you had let your mind wander so far. So much for staying frozen in the moment.
Still, you danced with him and acted as if you were still focused on only that. His mind may have stopped for a break but it seemed yours had just kept going. He noticed, you were like an open book at times with him. But, you were both deciding to push it aside.
âWhen was the last time we even got to do this?â You laughed as he dramatically spun you.
He smiled, âToo long, I guess weâve just been waiting for the rain.â
âIâm glad itâs finally here, even if Iâm freezing cold.â You waddled closer to him, wrapping your arms around him and continuing to sway inplace together.
âHmm,â he rested his chin atop your head and curled his arms around you, âI did say Iâd keep you warm.â
You closed your eyes, resting a cheek on his chest and breathing in. The metallic and earthy smell of him brought an instant peace. You could feel and hear his heart beating slowly, calmly. Heat was somehow radiating off of him still, even through his cold and wet clothing. It was nice, just his presence and being was calming and felt nice to be around. It was now that you were really being pulled into the movie moment, your mind now filled with nothing but thoughts of how being around Timmy was like going out after a storm.
It was like walking out, feeling the sun hit your skin as it was slowly beginning to warm everything up again after a downpour. Like inhaling that musty yet sweet smell of the ground as it was soaking up the rain, reclaiming it after itâs fall and working with it to help return to earth. The smell wasnât just coming from the rain either, it was just how Timmy was, and you couldnât get enough of it. It was the serenity after the storm that people so rarely talk about.
âCanât we stay this way forever?â His words were muffled, mixing with the sounds of raindrops seemingly falling harder.
You were still slightly swaying together, earning looks from those rushing by you in a hurry to escape the rain. Neither of you could be bothered by it though, you were in your own world. Admittedly, it probably wasnât such a good idea to be staying out in the cold rain. The two of you couldnât care less in the moment, though youâd probably regret it later, because it was like you had only been standing there for a minute, but at the same time it was as if it had been an hour even if it was only about ten minutes.
The rain was coming down harder and harder, preventing you from being able to stay out much longer.
âI think itâs time to stop dancing,â you smiled, looking around for any form of shelter you could find. âLook, that shop has a shade we can use.â
Without hesitation you ran off, ready to get out of the downpour. You hadnât noticed at first but he hadnât followed, only a few steps away from where you were both standing just a second before. He was slowly making his way over, not seeming too focused on actually making it though.
âTimmy,â you called out, âwhatâre you doing? Câmon, itâs too heavy.â
And then you heard, music playing from someoneâs balcony. It was gentle and steady, sounding almost like a recording but it was clear that it wasnât. Timmyâs eyes were locked onto that balcony, right above the shop you were using for coverage. His shoulders were relaxed, his head slightly tilted as he listened. He was too focused on the music to care about how hard the rain was or how cool the air was turning. You were focused on watching him, slightly taken aback by his actions.
âCome see,â he beamed, âitâs so peaceful.â
You were grinning, watching as he smiled ear to ear, being so happy watching them. His gaze went back to them, eyes twinkling in the light shining from their apartment. His curls were dripping, messily scattered about and some sticking to his face. He looked like he was in a state of tranquility, completely free of all the worries he had been dealing with. It was soothing enough on its own just to see him so, it was like he was able to share with you how it made him feel simply through one look.
Taking your camera out, you took a picture of him as he looked up to the balcony, wanting to keep that moment with you forever because that was it. A few weeks ago when Timmy had asked you when you fell in love with him you gave some silly response, too anxious to think about it. He brought it up again earlier that day, and you still couldnât give an answer. Now the answer was standing right infront of you, finally it was something worthy of sharing, not just something random and laughable.
You put the camera back in your back, quickly joining his side. âIt sounds beautiful.â
âDoesnât it?â He leaned into your shoulder, âThe rain just adds to it all.â
âIt does,â you agreed, wrapping around his arm. âBut, we should go before we get sick.â
Timmy laughed as he slowly pulled himself out of his trance, âThat sounds like a good idea.â
With looped arms you began your walk home once more, feeling somewhat more lifted by what had happened. All it took was that one moment, that moment of proof and reassurance. You were reminded of what a kind and gentle person Timmy was, not that you had ever forgotten. He did his best to enjoy life for what it was, cherishing every moment he could no matter how small. You tried your best to do the same but found yourself slipping at times, it was a reminder to enjoy things more. To take that step back and make yourself the main character of a story, even if it was temporary. Timmy helped you to do that.
He loved to see you so relaxed again, free from your mind. You were both too wrapped up in too many what-ifs and were worrying about things that were out of your control. The rain was what you needed, to help pull you back to earth. It was that moment, where he was able to put life on pause and you were able to come back into that serenity.
The awkward tension from the cafe was gone, truly gone, not just shoved aside. Timmy wasnât craving to know the exact moment you knew you loved him because all that mattered to him was that you did. You didnât feel like you owe anyone an explanation for anything anymore, whatever you had with Tom was in the past now and you knew Timmyâs moment. It really wasnât a permanent solution, these feelings, at least the untouched oneâs about Tom, would likely arise again. But, at least for that moment, you could go without confronting them.
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Fic UPDATE! Wide River to Cross: Homecoming
Authorâs Note: So close. We're so close now, dear readers. Thanks for sticking with me this far; not much longer now. I promise. As you'll see from the events in this chapter, it will be impossible to prolong the agony. (Who remembers the actual agony while watching Season 7, wondering what had happened between Jack and Lisa? I remember that agony...) All that aside, the good part about how long this story has taken me is that plot lines that have occurred down the line can be worked in, and they can make some semblance of sense. I hope. Anyway, here's the latest chapter.
Chapter 22: Homecoming
In the darkness of night, the tree-lined drive seemed eerily foreign to Lisa as the town car bore both her and Rachel to their familial estate. Though it was a view she had seen thousands of times in her life, this particular return to Fairfield granted her no trace of comfort or sense of homecoming. It was bordering on close to ten months that she had been absentâone of the longest spells she had been away since her past marriage to Dan and subsequent move to the USA.
Lisa could not help but recall other lengthy absences from Fairfield, particularly in her adolescence when she had attended boarding school in France with Rachel. While she had enjoyed those times awayâthanks to her love of French culture and many outings with her doting Aunt Evelynâthe inevitable homesickness was alleviated only upon return. Now, she felt like a stranger returning to a strange place, creeping in like some interloper.
Like a thief in the night, she thought to herself wryly, fighting the encroaching discomposure without much success.
âWeâre here, Rach,â Lisa whispered, giving her younger sibling a gentle nudge.
âHuh? Oh, thanks,â Rachel mumbled sleepily. âI didnât realise I nodded off.â
She smiled slightly, watching as Rachel rubbed bleary eyes before finishing off with a long yawn. Rachel had endured only one flight; Lisa had needed three to return to Alberta. Exhaustion was indeed beginning to overwhelm her, but there was a nervous tension buzzing through her veins, keeping her on an unusual level of alertness. Now that she was back in Hudson, the mere thought of being in the same town as Jackâand potentially encountering him anywhereâset her mind spinning. How would such a meeting play out? What words could pass her lips to express to him all that was in her heart? What words, if any, would he have to say to her?
Security lights illuminated the exteriors of the stables, dispelling the shadows. Night checks would have already been completed by this hour. All was quiet now, though Lisa knew Harry Wilkes would probably still be up in his office, burning the midnight oil while waiting for their arrival.
Good olâ Harry, Lisa thought with affection. He had been such a constant presence in her life since she was a little girl, working his way up from the very bottom as a stable hand to head groomsman. Matthew Stillman had come to trust the man with just about everything, and Lisa had done the same. Harry was dedicated to the care of the horses in a way that went beyond what was expected of a mere hired hand. Anyone else would have retired from the position by now, but Harry was still logging the same hours as he had during the past forty-five years as a Fairfield employee. He had been there through the lean years and through the successful ones.
Without her realising it, a long pout pulled at Lisaâs face as the car pulled to a stop in front of the sprawling ranch house. She knew Harry was not thrilled with the idea of her selling Fairfield, even though he was guaranteed a handsome severance package. The rest of the staff might be keen on staying on with new owners; Harry would notâLisa was certain of that.
âWhy the long face?â Rachel asked, looking over at her. âSomething wrong?â
âHmm?â Lisa shook herself. âOh, no. Itâs just that... I-I donât think Harry is pleased with my decision to sell, thatâs all.â
âSo Harryâs still working here, eh?â Rachel said, lips quirking into a lop-sided smile. âDad really lucked out when he hired him. Heâs been here since before I was even born. Good olâ Harry.â
âI honestly donât think I could have managed without him when Dad got sick,â Lisa mused out loud.
Sure enough, the door to the Fairfield business offices opened to reveal the man in question, silhouetted against the interior lights. He waved jauntily at them, and Lisa intuited he was intent on helping them unload their luggage.
âCâmon,â she said to Rachel as she opened her door. âLetâs get out before he gets the idea weâre going to let him carry everything into the house. Heâs been up all night waiting; heâs got to be tired after working all day.â
âRight,â Rachel said in agreement, though she was staving off another yawn of exhaustion.
âAh, the two prettiest girls in Hudson have made their triumphant return,â Harry greeted them affectionately; paternally.
âOh, Harry,â Lisa said with a chagrined laugh, âI donât know about âtriumphantâ, and after travelling all day, we look like something the cat dragged in.â
âHa! Speak for yourself, sis,â Rachel interjected merrily. âHarry, flattery gets you everywhere. Itâs good to see you.â
âLikewise, Rachel.â
The three gathered for a warm group hug. As Lisa guessed moments earlier, the next words out of Harryâs mouth were an offer to bring their luggage inside.
âNo, no, you take it easy Harry,â Lisa quickly stated. âYouâve had a long day, too. Rachel and I can manage just fine.â
âNonsense,â Harry said, reaching for the largest of the pieces the chauffeur had just deposited from the trunk. âYour father would be horrified if he saw me standing by idly while you two dragged all this stuff by yourselves.â
âChivalry isnât dead in Hudson, I see,â Rachel quipped, following the older man with her carry-on and a smaller suitcase.
âThanks, Harry,â Lisa said after everything was sitting in the spacious foyer.
âHappy to do it, Lisa,â Harry said. âWelcome home.â
âYeah... for however long thatâs going to be,â Lisa sighed.
âItâs going to be hard seeing this place go,â Harry uttered with a wistful air. âFairfield has been a big part of Hudson ever since you made it the success itâs become, Lisa. This town wonât be the same without itâor you.â
Not unkindly, Lisa asked: âIs this your way of trying to talk me out of selling?â
Harry shrugged. âMaybe. I know an old fella like me whoâs on his way to retirement canât interfere with the business decisions of his boss, but you know this place has always been more than just a âjobâ for me.â
âI know,â Lisa said warmly, reaching out to touch his arm in a show of understanding. âAnd I thank you for everything youâve done from the day my father hired you to this present time.â
âYouâre welcome,â he said, placing a hand over hers for a few moments. âI should be on my way. See you in the morning.â
âOf course.â
Harry turned to make his exit, but hesitated on the threshold. âThere is something...â
Lisa waited expectantly. âWhat is it?â she asked when he did not continue.
âHmmph. Nah, it can wait âtil tomorrow,â he muttered. âGoodnight, ladies.â
ââBye,â Rachel said, trying to suppress another yawn.
âGoodnight, Harry,â Lisa said, closing the door behind him, slightly perturbed by the manâs cryptic parting words. Whatever it was, she would learn of it the next day.
--
As cranky as Jack was at the notion of having the woolly creatures on his land, Georgieâs 4H Club project meant sheep at Heartland was good for something. At least the kid could learn about the rearing of an animal she could handle. Lambs werenât liable to trample you, gore you, buck you off, or kick you in the head. It was decidedly not fun chasing down the specific lamb Georgie and Olivia wanted, especially since they could not agree on which one was the best one for their needs. Jack half-suspected they were changing their fickle minds on purpose, just for the spectacle of his sprawling about in the grass and weeds, grabbing at this lamb or that lamb. Â
It should have been Timâs job seeing after the sheep, but he picked that very week to head to Moose Jaw to visit with his son, Shane, so they could spend Thanksgiving together. Why was it his ex-son-in-law continued to be such an irritant and an imposition in his life? If not for Lou and Amy, the man would never again have darkened the door at Heartland.
After Georgie and Olivia finally settled on a lamb and Jack successfully secured it, he decided a little break was necessary. It was no use getting worked up over the flock again; also, the girls did not need his grumpy mood to ruin things for them. It was trial enough for Georgie to be partnered with Olivia, he knew, so he did his best to keep his cool while in their company.
Once inside the kitchen, he brewed a cup of tea and eased into a chair in the living roomâthe kitchen having been taken over by Peter and his laptop. The man really needed office space of some kind while he was here, Jack mused.
Why Tim felt the need to saddle his son-in-law with the nickname âThe Generalâ was beyond Jack, but then again, Tim knew exactly how to push other peopleâs buttons. The recent fiasco involving Tricia and her near-delinquent daughter, Jade, at the fishing cabin was a fine example of that. Â
Jack sipped at his tea, trying to resolve in his mind yet again why Tim possessed such an unbridled sense of entitlement. He lacked what Jackâs grandmother would have called social graces. His unsolicited comments could be tactless. The frustrating thing was that such comments were often uncomfortable truths no one else wanted to face or accept.
When Tim had first asked how the Arizona trip had been, Jack recalled initially telling him to mind his own business. Tim, ignoring Jackâs desire for privacy had asked, point-blank:
âYou missed Lisa, didnât you?â
âDidnât I tell you to mind your own business?!â Jack had retorted. âI had a swell time.â
âYouâre not fooling me, old man. What did you do with yourself down there the whole time? You couldnât have been having that much of a âswell timeâ because you cut it short and came home a week early!â
âI did happen to have some good times, thank you very much!â
âYeah? Doing what?â Tim had challenged.
âSaddleback trip. Lookinâ at real estate. Meeting nice people. Camping and fishing.â
âMeeting nice people and fishing, eh? Catch anything good down there in Arizona?â Tim asked suggestively.
âAs a matter of fact, yes. I hooked a very nice catfish.â
âOooh! A catfish!â Tim had crooned, pretending to be impressed. âHow big was it?â
Knowing he would not be able to lie any further, Jack had groaned in annoyance and decided it was time to cease this line of questioning. âDunno,â he had sullenly replied. âIt pulled free from the hook before I could reel it in. The sun was going down by then. I quit trying after that.â
âHa!â Tim had laughed triumphantly. âDinner out of a can that night, right?â
Jack grit his teeth. âNo, I forgot to bring a can opener. Are you done, now?â
âYou âforgotâ to bring a can opener?â Tim crowed in derision. âSo why didnât you just use your knife to open the can, or did you forget to bring a knife, too?â
âOh, would you just shut up already!â
Jack stalked off and was thus out of earshot when a gleeful, self-righteous Tim muttered, âOhhh, he totally missed Lisa.â
--
It was already after 10:00 a.m. when Lisa awoke on Saturday morning. The inevitable jet-lag felt especially pronounced this time around, and she groaned when she realised the lateness of the hour. She so wanted to soak up a few more hours of sleep, but knew work was waiting. There was the matter Harry mentioned the night before which she wanted to get to the bottom of, but the first order of business absolutely had to be contacting the real estate agent.
After a quick shower, she shared a hurried breakfast with Rachel. Her sister was still drowsy and not much in the mood to talk while they ate. When Rachel drifted back to bed for a nap, Lisa finally got on the phone to the realtor, glad they were indeed open that day despite it being a holiday long weekend. After all those months in France of dithering on this, it felt almost anti-climactic the sale would finally be happening. The deed is done, Lisa thought after hanging up. She was not sure what emotions she was experiencing now that Fairfield would officially be on the market.
Ruefully, she thought, I really should call Dan and tell him the âgoodâ news. In all truth, her ex-husband was the last person she wanted to speak to after all their less-than-pleasant email correspondences over the past several months. I wonder what Jack would think if I called him and told him I was back in Hudson? Lisa stopped herself cold. Where did that thought come from?! I would have to explain to him that Iâm finally selling the old place and moving to France for good, wouldnât I? Iâd have to come up with some excuse as to why I didnât even tell him I was coming back.
She stood from behind her desk and decided it was time to check in on Harry, brushing aside any further thoughts of both of her exes.
âAh, Lisa! Good morning,â Harry greeted Lisa brightly when she knocked on the business office door.
âGood morning, Harry. I just got off the phone with the real estate people. Someoneâs going to be by later this week to properly assess the property and get some signs posted and such.â
âOf course,â he said with a nod of understanding.
âHarry, about that thing you mentioned last night...â
âOh, yes. That,â Harry said, lowering his voice.
Lisa caught his tone, and interpreted he was about to tell her something she would not particularly enjoy hearing. âWell, what is it?â
âItâs Dan,â Harry said in a manner that spoke volumes of disapproval.
âDan? Whatâs he done now?â Lisa asked guardedly.
âYouâd better follow me,â Harry said, rising from his seat.
He led Lisa out to the stables where they stopped in front of Fairfield Flyerâs stall. The champion racer seemed strong and healthy, and Lisa looked at her head groomsman, awaiting an explanation.
âDan and some of his people and vets have been here to see Flyer and Rhapsody quite a few times while you were gone,â Harry started. âSince you have joint ownership, of course I couldnât stop him.â
âStop him from doing what?â Lisa asked, instantly on edge. Rhapsody was one of her broodmares.
âFrom getting all kinds of lab work doneâand cell samples taken from Flyer.â
âCell samples...â Lisa mused out loud.
Harry continued. âRhapsody is already nine months pregnant. You had no idea, did you?â he asked warily as he studied her reaction. âDonât answer that. Your expression tells me all I need to know.â
Lisa felt her cheeks flush. âI always did have a lousy poker face,â she grumbled.
âAh, I should have known he didnât tell you, but you know Iâm not the type to interfere,â a contrite Harry said. âAnd given the nature of what he was doing, I wasnât sure if you were both keeping it a secret, or what. Sorry, Lisa.â
âDonât apologize; this isnât remotely your fault. It seems I have a call to make to my âbusiness partnerâ. Thanks, Harry.â
She strode out of the stables, absolutely steaming, trying to decide how best to have this conversation with Dan. Cell samples? That could only mean one thing, Lisa concluded, coupled with Danâs recent talk about getting into horse cloning. He was trying to warm me up to the idea, she now realised.
âWhere do you get off cloning Fairfield Flyer without even consulting with me first?!â Lisa exploded when she had Dan on the line.
âNow hold on just a minute, Lisaââ Dan tried to interrupt.
âNo, you hold on; Iâm not finished,â Lisa hissed through clenched teeth. âHarry told me youâve been out to Fairfield to see Flyer and Rhapsody. This is the real reason youâve been so demanding about the finances, isnât it? You werenât concerned about the Avignon facilityâyou were paying to have Flyer cloned. How many other horses did you have lined up for the procedure?â
From Danâs silence, Lisa knew she had hit the nail on the head.
âWhen were you going to tell me?â Lisa fumed. âWhen were you going to tell me the Avignon deal was all a sham and that you were really using my investment funds to clone Flyer and God knows how many others?â
âOkay, simmer down,â Dan said, trying to placate her. âAvignon is still a go. But the focus has shifted slightly. It could be the best equine cloning facility in Europe, Lisa. If the clone of Flyer is a success, weâre going to take it to Avignon as the poster boy for the procedure in race horses. Weâd be one of the first out of the gate doing this. We could make history, Lisa, because the Racing Association is bound to come around once more people get on board.â
âHave you lost your mind?â Lisa had to keep herself from shouting. âYou go behind my back, and-and then try to tell me youâre shifting the focus of the breeding facility we planned in France?â
âAll that stuff you learned in that Lexington conference about performance markers is great, Lisa,â Dan said, âbut thatâs yesterdayâs science. Cloning is the future. Do you really want to be left behind?â
Lisa realised she was still too angry to have a rational talk with Dan. âLetâs table that question,â she finally said. âI just got into Hudson late last night, and Iâm too tired to deal with this right now. But make no mistake, Dan, Iâm not impressed you went behind my back.â
âFair enough, fair enough,â Dan said, sounding almost relieved. âHang on, did you just say youâre back in Hudson?â
Lisa clenched her teeth in irritation. âHow else do you think I found out about Flyer?â
âUhhhâHarry told you, didnât he?â
âOf course Harry told me,â snapped Lisa, relishing the discomfort she heard in Danâs voice. He sounded as if he were a guilty schoolboy.
âI see,â Dan said in resignation. âWait, if youâre in Hudson, does that mean youâve finally put Fairfield on the market?â
âYes, Dan, youâll be happy to know I took care of that chore before calling you,â Lisa replied testily.
âGood! Thatâs great!â Dan exclaimed. âFinally. Look, Lisa, I get youâre upset about the cloning thing. Youâre right; I should have included you in that decision. But Flyer is mine, too. I think in time, youâll seeââ
âAh, but Rhapsody is mine,â Lisa cut in. âYouâre still on shaky ground, Dan. As I said just now, weâll discuss this later. Youâll be lucky if I donât decide to involve my lawyer with this one.â
She heard his exhalation of discontent, but she frankly did not care. Misappropriation of funds, she thought. Yeah, that has a nice ring to it.
âCome on, Lisa. Are you really going to split hairs like that?â he whined. âArenât we business partners in this whole breeding venture?â
It took all the control she could muster not to slam down the phone. Instead, she took a steadying breath before responding. âThat didnât give you the right to use Rhapsody for your cloning experiment without consulting with me first. But whatâs done is done. Like I said, Iâm not in the mood to discuss this right now. Goodbye.â
Lisa did not wait to hear Dan respond before she hung up the call.
Rachel, having awakened from her nap, was sitting at the breakfast nook in the kitchen, flipping through an old edition of the Hudson Times. When Lisa wandered in, Rachel glanced up and said, âUh-oh. I know that look. Somethingâs got you mad.â
Lisa groaned. âUgh. What tipped you off?â
Rachel smirked. âYeah, see, thereâs this vein that always pops out on your forehead whenever you blow a gasket,â she answered, motioning to her own head.
Grumbling, Lisa swiped a self-conscious hand over her face.
âHey, itâs not like you get mad often, sis,â Rachel said, trying to lighten the mood. âIt must be something big.â
Lisa plopped down wearily across from Rachel. âItâs Dan,â she began. âHeâs gone and tried to clone one of my best racersâFairfield Flyerâwithout even asking me, first.â
âOh, wow. Is that even legal?â Rachel asked, folding the paper and putting it aside. âIâm not up on my horse cloning ethics.â
âIt is legal,â Lisa said, âbut itâs damned expensive, comes with a pile of risk factors, and the Racing Association has yet to accept clones in sanctioned races.â
âDidnât I read something a couple years ago about clones being accepted for show jumping in the Olympics?â asked Rachel.
Lisa nodded. âYes. The FĂŠdĂŠration Equestre Internationale did announce clones could be entered for equestrian events. I still donât know what Dan was thinking, though. Flyer is a racer, not a jumper, or dressage. Itâs infuriating. And itâs not even about the ethics when it comes to cloning; itâs that Dan was hounding me for months to get Fairfield sold so we could get going on an operation out of Avignon.â
âAvignon?â repeated Rachel.
âYes. You know I always wanted to retire to France, eventually.â
âRight...â
âAnyway,â Lisa continued, âI sold my share of the Dude Ranch back to Lou, and assumed those funds were going towards funding that Avignon operation. Obviously, Dan was funnelling all of it to help make the payments for the cloning procedure.â She let out another huff of frustration; Rachel eyed her with pity.
âCâmon, Lisa,â Rachel said after several moments of silence. âIn the end, a horse is a horse, and we both know you love horses. When Rhapsody foals, youâre going to love that clone. So forget Dan, and focus on making sure Rhapsody stays healthy through the rest of the pregnancy.â
The words were like a thunderbolt, bringing a much-needed dose of reality. Lisa stared at Rachel for a few moments, speechless. âAre you sure youâre the younger sister, here?â she eventually asked with an affectionate smile and shake of her head. âWhen did you get to be so wise?â
âOh, I have my moments,â Rachel answered airily.
âWell, I hope thereâs more wisdom where that came from,â Lisa said, âbecause even though youâre right about loving it when it arrives, I get the feeling that clone is going to become more like a monkey on my back.â
--
Thanksgiving at Heartland was slightly less crowded than usual owing to the absences of Tim and Lou. Everyone was thankful for Jackâs surviving the heart attack and for Amyâs health and recovery after her recent scare with Zeus; Georgie was thankful in particular for her new family and for Phoenix.
At Fairfield, the celebration was slightly more subdued. Figuring this to be their final Thanksgiving together before the family farm passed into new hands, the Stillman sisters spent much of that holiday Monday* reminiscing about older, happier times, and some not-so-happy times, too.
âI used to love it when Aunt Evelyn would come to visit from wherever she had last been,â Lisa remarked as they sat together in the cozy living room, a roaring fire burning in the hearth.
âRemember her second husband?â Rachel snickered.
âAh, yes. Uncle Merrill,â Lisa said. âWith those massive sideburns we always wished he would shave off.â
âWhere did she meet him, again?â
âWales, I think,â Lisa replied. âBut he was from Scotland.â
âHe claimed he was some Scottish lord, right?â asked Rachel. âI seem to remember that.â
Lisa nodded seriously. âHe apparently had the bank account to prove it, or so Aunt Evelyn told me.â
âWell, she was married to him the longest,â Rachel said.
âThatâs true,â Lisa said, taking a sip of cider.
âUntil he left her for a newer, younger model,â Rachel said.
âAnd she took him to the cleaners,â chortled Lisa. âThen promptly found herself another millionaire boyfriend.â
âThat one didnât last very long, did it?â
âOh, a couple years, maybe? Then she had a few other gentlemen friends whose names I forget. Then she married Charles, the wealthy stockbroker from New York. They met on a cruise ship. Divorced him after five years.â
âAunt Evelyn is addicted to men and to money,â Rachel said. âAnd I mean that in the nicest possible way.â
âRachel, there is no nice way to call someone a gold digger,â Lisa said, a peal of laughter breaking forth.
âHa! You said it; not me!â
âAll right, Aunt Evelyn may have her... flaws... but sheâs always been good to us,â Lisa said sincerely.
âYeah... youâre right,â Rachel said. âThough youâre her favourite, you know.â
Lisa cocked her head and frowned at her sister, puzzled by this comment. âNaw. She totally spoiled us both. What dâyou mean by that?â
âOh, nothing.â Rachel waved a hand dismissively. âI just got the feeling like she doted on you a little more. Thatâs all.â
âWhat? Why?â
Rachel stared at her older sister, considering for a few moments how to proceed. She blew out a breath and said, âOkay, remember that horse you had when we were kids? Silver?â
âYes,â Lisa said, thinking of the dapple grey mare she got as a rescue. She put aside her mug, sensing Rachel was about to say something she had been wanting to say for a long time, but never had the chance to get it off her chest.
âI remember when Silver got sick a few years later,â Rachel said. âDad didnât think he could afford to pay for the surgery.â
âThatâs right,â Lisa confirmed. âIt was colic. Silver was getting old by that point, so Dad didnât think the risk was worth it.â
âYou know, I didnât even have my own horse at the time, and Aunt Evelyn swooped in and said sheâd pay for the surgery,â Rachel said, voice tainted with the slightest stain of bitterness. âYou were seven when you got Silver. I remember, because I thought somehow thatâs what I would get when I turned seven, too. Funny, isnât it? We lived on a horse-breeding farm, and I didnât get my own horse until I was ten.â
âRachel, itâs a stupid question... did you even really want your own horse?â Lisa asked carefully.
Rachel rolled her eyes. âOf course I wanted my own horse,â she said. âWhat little girl living in Hudson didnât âwantâ her own horse?â
âI know, but âwantingâ a horse isnât the same as loving that horse when you finally get it, is it?â
Lisa thought back to when Rachel did receive her own horse the Christmas after she turned ten, a gift from Evelyn. In the beginning, the girl had been ecstatic, but the excitement had waned, and the horse was sometimes neglected.
âNo, it isnât the same thing,â admitted Rachel. âLook, I donât mean to sound petty. At the time, I was jealous; I admit it. When I was younger, I thought Aunt Evelyn paying for Silverâs surgery when I didnât even have my own horse meant she loved you more and was ignoring me.â
âIâm sorry, Rach,â Lisa said sincerely. âI had no idea you felt that way.â
âLike I said, I felt that way when I was younger. I thought having a horse would make me happy the way it seemed to make you happy; like it made other girls around town happy,â Rachel said. âIt wasnât until later I realised I wasnât actually a horse-crazy girl like everyone else.â
âNo, you were more boy-crazy,â Lisa said, a small smile twitching her lips.
âOhhh, was I ever,â Rachel said, throwing back her head and casting her eyes to the ceiling.
âDo you ever regret leaving home when you did?â Lisa queried. âI mean, do you ever wish you had waited until you were a little more settled? Aunt Evelyn was willing to pay for your post-secondary education anywhere in the world like she did for me, you know.â
âYeah, I know. And I keep saying that the timing was probably wrong,â Rachel said. âBut I always come back to Ben. Heâs the reason I donât have regrets about that. I love my son more than my own life, Lisa. If I do regret anything is that his childhood probably wasnât as happy as it could have been because of my stupid relationship mistakes.â
âWell, from what I can see, heâs grown into a fine young man, Rachel,â Lisa said, thinking of the rough patch Ben went through during Rachelâs train wreck of a divorce. âHeâs learned some valuable life lessons and heâs working hard now to achieve his goals.â
âI admit Iâm proud of him,â Rachel said with a smile. âIâm sorry again for dumping him on youââ
âOh, stop!â Lisa put up a hand. âWeâve been over this a hundred times. Even though I could have done a better job when he was here, it made me realise raising a child isnât a cakewalk.â
âNo, but it is worth it,â Rachel said. âI look at Ben, and I think at least I did something right in the world.â
âYeah...â Lisa said softly.
âHe did appreciate his time here, Lisa,â Rachel said, getting an inkling of where Lisaâs thoughts might have carried her at that moment.
âI hope so,â Lisa uttered. âThough somehow, I think I acted a little more like Aunt Evelyn: dropping expensive gifts instead of making any meaningful impact on his life that would actually matter.â
âI donât see it that way at all,â Rachel countered. âYou give from the heart, Lisa. Youâve always been the generous type. And with Fairfieldâs success came bigger ways to show that generosity. To be honest, I was a bit jealous of your giving nature, too.â
âAnd if Iâm going to be honest, I was a bit jealous of you,â Lisa said seriously.
âOf me?â Rachel said, clearly shocked. âWhatever for?â
âYou left home. Had a child. You... didnât have the weight of responsibility for Fairfield that I had,â Lisa admitted. âI have loved building up the business into the success it is today, but I also thought kids would naturally come along when I was married to Dan. When that didnât happen, I thought about you and how easy it seemed for you.â
âIt wasnât easy at all, especially when Gary walked out on us,â stated Rachel emphatically. âAnd I thought Iâd have more kids too, when the ex-who-shall-not-be-named came into the picture and seemed like heâd be a great step-father to Ben. We all know how that turned out.â
Lisa bobbed her head slowly, knowing no further words were needed on the subject of the breakup of Rachelâs marriage.
At length, Rachel murmured: âIâm glad I came out here one last time. There was a time I couldnât wait to leave; relieved you were the older daughter that Dad would look to for running the business. I donât think Iâve ever truly appreciated how much of a burden youâve shouldered.â
âWeâve both had our burdens and hardships,â Lisa said, looking at the glowing embers in the fireplace.
âI mean it, Lisa,â Rachel insisted. âThank you for being there for Dad, and for running Fairfield all these years. Itâs just a shame he didnât live long enough to see the success itâs become.â
âA success thatâs now coming to a close,â Lisa said quietly. âWhen I pick up stakes and move to Avignon, itâs going to be a whole new business.â
âNothing wrong with that,â Rachel commented. âYou havenât heard from Jack. You said it yourself that itâs time to make a fresh start.â
âI know,â Lisa said. âAnd youâre right. But being here in Hudson, well, itâs brought back a lot of memories with him. Good memories. It hurts to finally realise that there wonât be any more of those.â
âWell, who knows? Maybe youâll meet a fine French gentleman in Avignon,â Rachel said with a mirthful chuckle.
âOh, no! The last thing I need is to turn into Aunt Evelyn,â Lisa scoffed, chagrined at her sisterâs comment. Her thoughts suddenly took her to Toulon and the foul experience she had with Alphonse. It struck her his marriage to the young Audrey had come and gone that spring, and their baby was probably due any time. I sure dodged a bullet with that one, she decided, even if my âfriendsâ thought we would make a good match.
âYou could never be like Aunt Evelyn,â Rachel said. âYouâre not a gold-digger, and the money youâve made came through hard work. And the money doesnât really matter to you, either, does it?â
âI wonât lie,â Lisa replied. âThe money matters, because I got to do things and go places I always dreamed of doing and seeing when I was a kid. But whatâs money if you donât have people you love to share it with?â
Rachel looked at her sister with sympathy. âYou really did love him, didnât you?â
Lisa returned Rachelâs glance. âWith every fiber of my being. My whole world stopped when Lou told me about his heart attack. Nothing mattered after nearly losing him like that. I just wish I had the chance to tell him so.â
âLook, itâs not my place to tell you what to do or what not to do, Lis,â Rachel said. âBut youâre here in Hudson now, and heâs here. This could be your last chance to tell him.â
A slight shiver ran down Lisaâs spine at the notion of facing Jack and baring her heart as she had tried so many months ago, when she made the horrible mistake of renting the hospital bed for him. âI already squandered that âlast chanceâ, Rach,â Lisa said sadly. âItâll take a miracle to convince Jack to see me again. I blew it, and now Iâm paying the price.â
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Thanksgiving dishes were washed and put away; night checks on the horses were finished; everyone was tucked away in bed. Jack, however, lingered by himself in the living room before the fire, sipping on a hot toddy. There was indeed much to be thankful for, he knew, particularly when it came to his own life. Thereâs much to regret, too, he thought, watching as the flames licked at the seasoned logs. While life moved on, his heart still pined for her. He was still stuck in a place of uncertainty and inaction; of wanting to reach out and of pulling back again. Itâs been ten months. Lisa has moved on, surely. It would be wrong of me to call her now, after all thatâs gone on between us, and mess up whatever it is she has going. I should be thankful we had whatever it is we had and let her go. With that, Jack pulled himself up from the couch, doused the fire, and crept into his bedroom. As he closed his eyes, his last thought before falling asleep was that given his angry parting words with Lisa, spoken in the heat of the moment, he was undeserving of a second chance with her. Nothing will ever bring us back together; thatâs a bridge too far.
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*To my non-Canadian readers: Thanksgiving in Canada is celebrated on the 2nd Monday of October.
TBC
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Jason Todd and the Haunted Manor - Jason Todd x Batmom
Synopsis : Jason Todd, 8 and three quarter years old, is 100% sure Wayne Manor is haunted. And that the ghosts HATE him.Â
I wrote a few fics with only Damian and Batmom, or Tim and Batmom...but never just Dick or Jason. Which I thought I should fix. So hereâs a little mom/son bonding with Jason, based on a headcanon Iâve had for years about mister Todd. I also very much like pre-death Jay who was such a brat and yet so cute, and affection/attention starved <3. So...here it is, hope youâll like it :Â
My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives
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When he was a kid, Jason used to run as fast as he could from his bedroom to the one you shared with Bruce, and jump in between you and your husband, terrified.
For the longest time, you never really thought much about it.
After all, Dick too, in the early months (even years) of living with you and Bruce at the Manor, sneaked into your bed at night, and settled himself inbeetween the both of you.
Your eldest son used to have night terrors. Used to wake up after nightmares of re-living his parentsâ death. He always woke up with a start, mouth open on a soundless scream. So distressed and afraid that no noise could get out of his mouth. And then, more often than not with tears in his eyes, he would drag himself across the Manor to come and shyly enter the masterâs bedroom.
At first, he stood there for a long time, and waited for you or Bruce to eventually notice him (which you always did, feeling someone watching you in your sleep, and therefor waking up) and tell him he could come sleep with you. More than once, you woke up with a start as you saw his little silhouette in the opening of the door, peaking in, unsure if he was allowed to enter or not.
But overtime, he stopped asking and just took the habit to climb into bed with you two, and settle himself comfortably in there.
Bruce would often grumble because Dick basically pushed him away from you (and wasnât particularly delicate about it), took his arms off of you, so he could sneak in the middleâŚbut he didnât actually mind, of course.Â
As long as he could feel one of his loved oneâs warmth near him, Bruce Wayne could sleep soundly.
Ever since his parentsâ death, sleep never really quite came to him when alone. As a child he used to ask for Alfred to stay with him. But then when he grew upâŚhe had to wait years before you finally saved him. And before he could sleep properly once again.
Itâs one of the reason he always let Dick sneak into bed, because him too remembers a time where he woke up in the middle of the night, sweating and in tears, and wishing for someone to be there to hold him.Â
Naturally, if he could give the kid this safetyâŚThen he would.Â
Bruce never  âhalf-assedâ anything, you often said. And you were right. When he decided to adopt Dick, you could be sure that heâd do his best to be the parent figure the little one needed. Which came as a surprise to so many people who didnât know him outside of ÂŤ work related Âť things.
He remembers the shock on Clarkâs face, when Dick, 9 years old, came up the Leagueâs Watchtower for the first time. First of all, who knew Batman had a son ?! And a wife, since that day you followed tooâŚneither you nor Bruce could quite remember why you all went up that day, but you did.Â
To be honest, it was probably because Dick asked and no matter what Bruce said, he was never really good at refusing something to his kids.Â
But what shocked Clark the most was how patient he was with the kid. Dick asked three hundred questions a minute, and Bruce answered each and everyone of them, even the kinda embarassing/silly ones like âwere does the water go when you flush the toilet, since weâre in space ?â.Â
At that time, Bruce an Clarkâs friendship just started to bud, so Superman had no idea that the big, scary, unforgiving and cold Batman could be soâŚsweet ?Â
At some point, Bruce went to check something on the computer, and you were left with Dick and Clark (it was the beginning of the League, there wasnât many people up that tower yet, and Bart and Diana were probably busy with their own thingsâŚoh the good old days, now, the place was always bustling with activities).Â
The bags under your eyes must have been bigger than you thought, because Clark asked you if you were alright. You simply said you were tired, and thatâs when you got a bit scared that you broke the allmighty Man of Steel.Â
Dick said it was probably his fault that you didnât sleep well, because he snuck in your bed again and was always quite an agitated sleeper. He was pretty sure he punched Br-Batman in the noseâŚ
Clark just stared at the both of you, unable to wrap his head around the fact that Batman, THE Batman, who never smiled, cracked a joke, who was always serious and focused and allâŚlet his kid climb into bed after a nightmare ?Â
You never understood why Clark couldnât believe that fact. Bruce, when he was Batman, wasnât the real Bruce. And of course that in the intimacy of his own home, he would be more tender and nice. Especially to his son.Â
And to Bruce ? Who knew how it felt to be a little kid, all alone and scared and wanting some reassurance and a good hug ? Of course heâd let the boy climb in bed if he needed comfort, he could really relate to him.
Yes, in the early years of Dick living in the Manor, he used to often sneak into bed with you and Bruce. It lasted for quite a while, before he could finally sleep again. Before the nightmares became rare, if non-existant. Before he finally felt like he was safe and loved once more, like he had a family again.
So when Jason started to jump into bed as well, in the middle of the night, you didnât think much of it either.
You just assumed he too, needed to feel safe and warm. God only knew how much that child needed it.
And just like with Dick, you never minded it. You and Bruce would both welcome him inbetween you any time he wanted.
He always told you âI had a nightmareâ and you never thought much of it. This was exactly the same scenario than with your eldest son.
Exactly the same scenario ? Not quite.
Jason never waited at the door of your room, too shy to come in and say he had a nightmare. He immediately jumped in bed, looking terrified.Â
You just assumed, at the time, that his nightmares were more âconventionalâ. Unlike Dick, Jason didnât witness his parentsâ murder, though he didnât have an easy childhood either and god knew what he saw, living in the streets ?
Adding to the fact he never hesitated to jump in your bed, he also never came calmly from his room to yours. You and Bruce would often be awake by the time heâd arrive in your bedroom, because youâd hear his little feet pound the floor as he ran full speed from his room to yours !Â
You knew he tried to stay silent, to move stealthily, but you always heard how hurriedly heâd come over, running as fast as he could.Â
Dick would calmly walk from his room to yours (both their rooms were pretty close from yours. Later, theyâd change and move to the West Wing, as far as possible from your bedroom for⌠  reasons Âť, but at the beginning, you made sure they were close in caseâŚWell, in case they needed you late at night), Jason would rush, in a panic. That was a pretty big difference, that at the time, you didnât really pay attention to.
But again, given the history of the boy and such, you never once questioned why he looked so scared when he came in your room. He said he had a nightmare. You accepted his explanation and would rock him back to sleep, or sandwich him between you and Bruce, warm and safe.
You would never, EVER have guessed that the reason your son, that you always thought to be so brave and without any fear, ran to your bedroom at night was becauseâŚHe was certain that Wayne Manor was haunted.
And that the ghosts HATED him.
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The first night Jason spend at Wayne Manor was also his first encounter with them. Which made sense, of course theyâd come to him as soon as he arrived !
Bruce was out on patrol, but he kissed him goodnight before leaving. This was still the very early days of Jason becoming your son, but already the boy accepted that kiss.Â
Thanks to his experience with Dick, Bruce wasnât as lost as he used to be when faced with kids (even if lately, as Dick left to join the âTeen Titansâ, his relationship with his father wasnât the bestâŚyour eldest rarely stayed in the Manor anymore, prefering to be away in the Titansâ headquarter. Actually, it had been months since last time Dick stayed the night home, and he only came to see you and Alfred andâŚoh, but that was another story), and this said experience made it easier for Bruce to instantly bond with his new son.
Well, not quite instantly. When he saw that little kid steal the Batmobileâs tyres, Bruce wasnât really amusedâŚ
And Jason ? Jason craved love and attention so much that although he was suspicious at first because everything seemed too good to be true, he ended up letting things happening pretty easily. Well, just like any 8 years old who just wanted to be cared about.Â
Plus, he was very excited at the idea of being the new Robin, even if he wouldnât wear the costume for  quite a while (about a year, in fact, and only after intensive training with his father).
That first night started really well.Â
He got a kiss from his new dad (who was, by the way, supposedly known to not show affection muchâŚbut something told Jason that was just appearances, and that the Batman was much sweeter than heâd let on), a goodnight snack from that great guy called Alfred (he made him his favorite cookies ! And he was allowed to eat it in bed !), and his new momâŚ
His new mom (the only one that acted like a mom to him really), you, read him a bed time story. Which turned into two bed time stories, because you really couldnât resist how cute he looked asking for more.Â
After the fifth story, you decided it was enough and made the boy promise he wouldnât tell anything to his father (Bruce would NEVER let it go that you just didnât seem to be able to say ÂŤ no Âť when kids gave you their best puppy eyesâŚ).
It was 10 pm when you left him, after a few kisses goodnight and a tickle war (you really were weak in front of his cuteness, and the only way you found to escape him asking for another story was to tickle him until he begged you to stop  and forgot all about books).Â
You went back to your room, making sure he knew you werenât far (youâd usually be down in the Batcave but you and Alfred made an agreement that youâd each take turn down there, even more so when the kids were young. There was NO WAY youâd let them alone in the house at night, even if technically you were not far, just right under them...).
And for the first two hours, nothing happened.Â
Until the giant clockâs gong, that was in the living room, resonated in the entire house. Jason wasnât quite sure if it was the clock orâŚsomething else, that woke him up at that exact moment.Â
But what he knew, is that all of a sudden, he was wide awake while he was sleeping peacefully just a few seconds ago. In a real bed, for the first time in a very VERY long time.
He sat up, wondering if maybe he just heard Bruce coming back from being Batman ? If it was him, then he wanted to greet him back, no matter if the man was going to scold him because it was late !Â
Jason threw his cover off of him, and jumped on his feet. Ah and he was definitely hearing footsteps in the corridor, they were coming right in front of his room now ! Excitedly, Jason ran to his door and flung it open andâŚNothing.Â
And no one.
âBruce ?â
No answer. Jason flicked his eyes to his digital alarm clock and a thought invaded his headâŚMidnight ? It was much too early for Batman to stop patrolling ! Bruce would only come back up in the early hours of the morning !
Maybe he heard you walking back to your room in the corridor ? Sure it was weird that the footsteps immediately stopped as soon as he opened the door, but maybe you just went back in your room at that exact same time !Â
Were you still awake ? Maybe he could convince you that he couldnât sleep, and youâd read him some more stories ? Curious, he went to your bedroom.Â
The light in was definitely switched off. He opened the door slowly, andâŚyou werenât there. Mm. But the footsteps definitely went in that direction ! Maybe it was Alfred ? Oh oh, or maybe you went to get a drink, or maybe you couldnât sleep and was walking around the manor ?
He closed the door to your room again, and looked around in the dark corridor.Â
Jason has never been afraid of the dark, he had much more worries as a kid than monsters lurking in the shadows. He had very real monsters, back homeâŚ
So when he took a look on both sides of the corridor, he wasnât scared at all. And didnât feel the need to switch the light on. Even more so since he had no idea where the light switch was in that long ass corridor anyway ?
But though he wasnât scared, he had a strange uneasy feeling in his chest. And suddenly, all he wanted to do was to look for you. Make sure you were still here.
He turned towards where he thought the footsteps went, and started to walkâŚThe creasing sound of his bedroom door slowly closing made him stop dead in his track.Â
He turned around, and in the dim light of the moon, definitely saw the door inexorably closing by itself ! In the last few inches left, the door slammed shut, making him jump in the air, and without really knowing why, he started to run towards where he thought you were.
Did he left his window open ? It was a bit hot today, in that warm summer night, but he couldnât quite remember if he left the window open or notâŚ
He ran down the corridor.Â
Now he could go downstairs, or continue further and up to the next level butâŚWhy would you go upstairs at this time of the night ? There was only guest rooms and unused bathrooms !
Sure you told him sometimes you walked around when you couldnât sleep, but you also said youâd often go in the living room to watch a movieâŚ
Down, or up ?
It seemed easier to go down, and so Jason rushed down the stairs, almost falling over in his hurry.Â
Something really didnât feel right, but he wasnât sure what. He knew that it wasnât the fear of you abandoning him and not being in the house, because deep down, he knew neither you nor Bruce would ever do that !Â
So why was he so freaked out ? He couldnât even remember the last time he was this afraid !Â
The door of his room closing was probably just because he really did forget to close his window, and the footsteps ? It was most likely you, of course ! Or maybe just his imagination ! After all, this was an old house where the wood always creaked and cracked.
Just as he was thinking that, he heard a sinister cracking sound right behind him.Â
What was that ? The steps right ? They were made of wood too so it was totally normal, right ?
He was now downstairs in the foyer, and everything seemed so different at this time of the dayâŚJasonâs never been afraid fo the dark, as he had his own very real monsters back home. But here ? With his new family, in his new home ? There were no monsters anymore, and yetâŚyet the shadows stretched in ways that he never noticed before.
Pausing just for a second as he realized how scary the night could be, he started to hurry down the next corridor again, still looking for you. The living room right ? It was that next room on the left, right ?
Jason wasnât quite sure.Â
Alfred showed him around earlier in the day, but there were so many rooms, he didnât remember everything. He remembered where the kitchen was, where his room and yours were, and also the toilet (one of them) but the living room.
Jason flung the door he thought led to the living room open andâŚIt wasntâ the living room. It wasâŚgod knew what kind of room.Â
It had a pool table and a desk, and that was the only things Jason could see.
Suddenly extra aware of how dark everything was, he looked for a light switch.
In the long corridors, he couldnât find where the switches were. But hereâŚhere he found it immediately and flipped it up.Â
Light poured in the room, and the boy sighed in relief.
Ok. Well, this wasnât the living room, but it was an interesting place nonetheless. He could stay here for a few minutes, collect his thought and try to remember where the hell was the living room ?
He was-Â
The light flicked once, twice, buzzed and then...turned off.
Jason was completely in the dark again. He had taken a few steps in the room and turned around so fast he got a little lightheaded.Â
Was that why he saw a figure at the door frame ? Probably. Hopefully. One thing was sure, is that it wasnât you.Â
The only light now was coming from the corridor and the open door, as for some reasons every curtains in the room Jason ended in were closed (the boy later found out that it used to be Bruceâs father office, and except for Alfred who went there to dust things over from times to times, no one ever entered it).Â
But slowly, once again, Jason saw the door closing by itself. And this time there was no window open for sure !!Â
He rushed to the door, but was too late, it was already closed and couldnât goddamn budge no matter how much he tried to open it ! He tried to get the light to turn on again, but no matter how many times he flipped the switch, he was still in the dark.Â
And as he was fighting to get the door open, came the moment he realized that the fear at the back of his mind that he tried to ignore by rationalizing what happened so far...was the truth.Â
As he heard someone breathe right next to his ear ! And what kind of rationalized reason could explain such an event ?Â
Jason screamed. At the top of his lungs.Â
It seemed like hours went by, as he was properly terrified and unable to open the door ! But realistically, only a few seconds happened when...
The door opened.Â
Jason got blinded by the light pouring in from the corridor. And warm arms wrapped around him. At first, he fought them, afraid that it would be âthemâ, until he realized...
You.Â
It was you.Â
He recognized your soothing voice trying to calm him down, and the way your hands were slowly caressing his hair.Â
You did that too, the first time you met him, after Bruce scared the hell out of him by tying him up in the bat cave when he found him staling the bat mobileâs tyres (long story short, you werenât happy and though Bruce explained his reasoning, you scolded him for a long time, and soothed that poor boy you didnât even know for even longer).Â
Jason let go of all his emotions at the same time, the fear stacking up all of a sudden in the past few minutes leaving his body as he fell in your arms and cried on your shoulder.Â
You carried him back up, and he got scared you were about to put him back in his bed, all alone..but you got him all the way to your bedroom, and made room for him in your bed.Â
He fell asleep in your arms, feeling safe and warm, and wondering if he had just dreamt those events or not ?Â
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He woke up when he heard Bruceâs voice, but didnât open his eyes, listening in to the conversation you were having with your husband.Â
â-such a softie.âÂ
Were the words that woke him up.Â
âMaybe I am, but...you shouldâve seen him my Broosh, he was so scared !â
âWhat happened ?â
âIâm not sure. I found him screaming in your fatherâs office. The lightbulb got out, and I think in his panic he was trying to open the door inward while for some random reason, that door was build to open outward.âÂ
...Outward ? Jason recalled himself opening it inward for sure !Â
âReally ? What was he doing in my fatherâs office ?âÂ
âI donât know ? Probably couldnât sleep and went wandering around. Like I do when I canât sleep ?âÂ
âWhat do you think scared him ?âÂ
âWell, thinking youâre locked up in a dark room in a house like yours would be enough to scare any kid, my heart.âÂ
It would indeed scare any kid. But not Jason. Jasonâs never been afraid of the dark, and never believed in...in...
âThat is true. I hope-I hope heâll be ok.âÂ
Bruceâs worries soothed the little boyâs heart a little bit more. It made him feel better, that he was cared for. Even if he just discovered that...That...
âHe will. Itâs his first night here, itâs a bit overwhelming you know ? This is very new. And your house is scary. Dick too ended up in our bed, I recall.âÂ
âThat he did. And stop calling it âmyâ house, Iâll have you know itâs yours too...and his.âÂ
Jason felt a large hand softly ruffling his hair, and almost gave the fact that he was awake away by smiling. But he held it in, as he didnât want to explain why he ended up in that dark room all alone in the middle of the night.Â
He felt the bed shift, and guessed Bruce was climbing into it. Some added warmth wrapped around him, and he knew Bruce climbed into it.Â
And Jason fell back asleep, feeling safe and loved.Â
His first night in the Manor wasnât a complete disaster. It was actually pretty good, really...If we forgot the fact he just discovered that ghosts were real !Â
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Over the next few weeks, Jason tried to rationalize and find explanation about that first scary night. But the more he thought about it, the more there wasnât any explanations !
And as days after days, he spend more time in the house, he found that...Something fishy was definitely going on.
When it was daylight, even if he was alone, everything was alright. Nothing weird happened. But as soon as the night fell, as soon as things got dark...All hell broke loose !
Jason saw objects moving on their own, doors opening and closing, and he kept hearing footsteps in the corridors at night, over and over, even if he knew no one was there !
Voices too, sometimes, calling him in his sleep and waking him up !Â
To him, and his 8 years old mind...it proved that ghosts were real. And apparently, those ones didnât like him very much !
Sometimes, when he was really tired, heâd sleep through the night without hearing anything. Sometimes, the ghosts left him alone.Â
But sometimes, it seemed they were particularly angry and kept messing around with him, scaring him to death ! Those times...those times were the moment he ran from his room to yours, and snuck into bed with you and Bruce.Â
He never screamed, as he was sure thatâs exactly what the ghosts wanted and didnât want to give them satisfaction...But he was afraid, oh so afraid.Â
Night after night, he waited for them.Â
It was worst when they didnât show up. It was proof to Jason that they were just being mean to him. Playing with his expectations, his stress.Â
The boy didnât dare talk to you about it, because it was clear neither you nor Bruce ever noticed that ghosts roamed the manor ! Dick, who occasionally came to the house, when Bruce was away, never noticed either, given how he reacted when Jason asked if he believed in ghost.Â
His older brother just laughed, believing the boy was just joking around...No one who witnessed what Jason witnessed could react like that at the word âghostâ.Â
Afraid that theyâd think heâs crazy, or a wimp...He didnât say a word. He stayed silent, running in fear to his parentsâ bedroom whenever the ghosts were going too far. He suffered in silence, not daring to tell to anyone that sometimes, not all the times, ghosts who hated him were keeping him up all night.Â
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About a month after he moved in with you and Bruce, Jason asked his dad about his house and its history, and the man strangely didnât know much about it ! Except for the date it was built in, and which of his ancestors did itâŚBruce added he never really cared for Wayne Manorâs history, but that he was pretty sure there was books, or rather, registers about it somewhere in the library.Â
When he asked Jason why he wanted to know, the boy simply said he was curious. And Bruce was content with that explanation, after all, Jason did ask a lot of questions about a lot of things.
That very same day, Jason went to the houseâs massive and well furnished library, and started his research, determined to know who were those ghosts that hindered his sleep !
He found a few books talking about the Wayne family, and man did sometimes things turned gruesome ! When he asked Bruce about the alleged murders and such surrounding some of his oldest family members, the man simply shrugged and said that his family was one of the first in Gotham, almost build the city single-handedly along a few other families, and always been rich.Â
And whenever there was money, power and fame ? There was terrible stories and awful things happening. Bruce then proceeded to reassure the boy that his family hadnât been like that in at least a century, and blahblahblah...But Jason didnât need the reassurance.Â
He knew Bruce was a good man. He knew his parents were good people too, and his grandparents too...No, what he wanted to know what was the possibility of one of the âbadâ Wayne still lingering in their manor ?
Who was coming at night to haunt him ? And why were they haunting only him ?! After a lot of research, Jason was pretty sure he knew who were the ghosts that had something against him.Â
He was pretty sure that the leader of the pack was one particular angry man...
Theodore Hamish Wayne.Â
He was a ruthless businessman and politician, whose opponents tended to just...âdisappearâ. It was rumored he killed his own son-in-law because the man was a nobody with no money, and dared marrying his daughter in secret !Â
Of course, nothing was ever proved...but if even his own daughter was sure he was the culprit ? Chances were, he was. He just had the power and money to make evidence...âdisappearâ too.Â
To make things worst, and thatâs what made Jason think he didnât go into the after-life, the man died in odd circumstances...in what was now Bruceâs father old office !Â
âOdd circumstances.â It seemed like it was a suicide, and people would understand why he did it as at that time he was an old and bitter lonely man that everyone abandoned...But things in the police report didnât make sense. However, he was such a hated man that no one looked further into it.Â
His daughter took back Wayne Inc, and the family became beloved again, after a few decades of Theodore spreading fear all across Gotham City.Â
Since Theodoreâs daughter took back the entire familyâs estate, the Wayne family stayed well loved, all the way to Bruce now. But before him ? There were some nasty people. And good old Theo ? He was definitely the worst one.Â
There were others too, that died in and around the Manor that could still be here. And none of them were great people. All of them were pretty arrogant, and proud of being Waynes and...All of a sudden, Jason thought he understood why they were being so mean to him in particular !Â
He was a street kid !Â
He was exactly the kind of person Theodoreâs daughter married ! The kind of person the first few Waynes made âdisappearâ when they got too close from their family ! The kind of person that would bring shame to them if associated with them !
He was a nobody ! A POOR nobody !Â
How could they accept him becoming part of their prestigious family ?Â
But of course. Thatâs why no one else could feel the ghosts ! Thatâs why they only attacked him when he was alone !Â
You might come from a poor neighborhood too, but when Bruce married you, you were already a famous (and wealthy) author ! Good enough to be a Wayne.Â
And Dick ? He was from a family of circus performers, which didnât sound great on paper but...Didnât Dick once said his mom had some royal blood from eastern Europe or something ? Was that enough to be worthy of becoming a Wayne ? Plus, technically Dick wasnât actually adopted, but was Bruceâs ward. It wasnât quite the same thing.Â
But Jason ? There was official adoption papers. And though he didnât change his last name (yet ?), he was officially a Wayne.Â
And how could a man like Theodore, or the likes of him, accept this ?Â
Yes. Young 8 years Old Jason Todd was sure of it.Â
The ghosts in Wayne Manor were usually discreet, because they didnât mind the houseâs inhabitants. But a good-for-nothing nobody like him ? Living there ? In one of the biggest room ? And daring to become part of the family ?!Â
Of course, that would cause a raucous. And make them angry.Â
Yes. Yes that was the only explanation !Â
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âI live here now. Wether you like it or not ! Iâm-Iâm Bruceâs son ! I am ! Heâs my dad ! And this will NEVER change so youâd...Youâd better leave me alone !âÂ
Jason said at the footstep he was hearing from the corridor. And as soon as he ended his sentence, the footsteps stopped. Right in front of his door.Â
âI live here and Iâm not going anywhere ! This is my home !âÂ
And it was true. Even with the âoccasional hauntingâ, he still considered Wayne Manor as his home. And he loved this house...when it was daylight, or when he was with his loved ones.Â
Ah. But nothing could be perfect, right ? His life now that he had a new family HAD to have at least one flaw. And if that flaw were ghosts...
The boy grabbed his flashlight, and lit the entrance to his room. When the flashlight started to flicker. No, no not again !Â
The door slowly opened, his favorite book, that he was currently reading and that was sitting on his desk, fell down on the floor heavily.Â
âIâm-Iâm Bruceâs son ! And (Y/N)âs ! I live here ! You canât do anything about it ! You wonât make me run away !âÂ
Jason was sure by now that the ghosts only ever came to try and make him leave. That they were terrifying him so he wouldnât want to stay.Â
He looked on the internet to see how he could get rid of the ghosts, but it seemed that whatever unfinished business they had, it was too late now...theyâve all been dead for too long.Â
Ugh. Why couldnât the nice one stay behind ? Well...The nice one didnât really had unfinished business, really.Â
One thing the boy was sure of though, is that they were just trying to scare him so he would leave the estate, leave the family they deemed him not worthy of.Â
Even at that age, Jason kinda agreed with them. Even then, he had big confidence issues, and always seemed to think he didnât deserve to have things (years of neglect and people telling him he was nothing were the cause of it all).Â
âIâm-Iâm not afraid of you ok ? You canât make me leave ! I finally have a family ! I wonât ever leave ! I donât care what you think of me ! I know you canât hurt me ! You can only scare me ! Move small object ! And never very far ! Iâm not afraid, IâM NOT AFRAID !âÂ
As if to confirm his suspicions that the ghosts werenât âpowerful enoughâ to truly hurt him, his blanket slowly lifted and flew across the room.Â
This fact should have made him feel better, made him feel less afraid, because now, he knew they couldnât actually hurt him. After all, by then heâd been in the house for six months, it was pretty obvious the best they could do was scare him !Â
But the mere fact that some old nasty peopleâs ghosts were in his bedroom send shivers down his spine. It was an uncontrollable (and understandable) phobia. Reasons had nothing to do with any of it. And when he heard his name, softly spoken into the wind, followed by the words âleaveâ...Jason jumped out of bed and ran to yours and Bruceâs room, utterly scared.Â
So much for trying to show them they couldnât scare him huh ? But he was only a little boy. He could only take so much...
Even knowing they couldnât actually hurt him, he was still scared. Phobias didnât need to be rational, after all. And he was still scared. Even more so since it played on the extra fears that he wasnât worth anything, and that he didnât deserve a family as great as you and Bruce...
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Today, Jason was very proud of himself.
He aced a test in school, and it was one he was very unsure about ! He even told his parents that he probably screwed it upâŚBut he didnât !
As he raced through the Manor, he couldnât find anyone though !Â
Ah. Of course. His dad was probably still at work, and you had an office in Gotham City center where you went to write (you also had one in the house, but you hated staying alone in there, and Jason totally understood that ! So when he was at school, and Bruce at work, and Alfred god knew whereâŚyouâd go write in that office space. Jason loved going there, it smelled like you. Like books and coffee. It felt safe, and when he was there, surrounded by all your warmth, he felt so loved. Like it never happened before in his life !!).
Alfred was nowhere to be seen either. Oh but of course, we were Wednesday ! He always went grocery shopping on Wednesdays. Though heâd usually be back by the time Jason would be home. But today, something must have taken more time than usual.
Oh well, Jason would just go play video games in the living room andâŚNo.
It was raining outside today, and everything was gray and dark. Which meant the house was full of somber places and blackness. Dark corners and shadows.
And suddenly, Jasonâs breath quicken. Because that meantâŚ
That meant he was at their mercy !
Them !
The ghosts !
The ghosts that hated him !
He hadnât seen them in a while, mainly because he was Robin now, and was out most nights. So this would be a perfect opportunity for them to...
The door to Bruceâs fatherâs office (Jason didnât even notice he had stopped right in front of it) slowly opened, creaking in a sinister way as it did.Â
No. No no no no NO !Â
They left him alone for so long, he thought maybe they forgot about him. Or accepted him. But the actual reason was that heâd always go to bed when the first light of the day went up, and they had no powers, during the day.Â
Except when it was dark and moody like right now. When it almost looked like it was evening while it was only 3 pm.Â
The door to Bruceâs fatherâs office was finally opened, and the voice that scared him the most in the world whispered...âJaaassooooonâ.Â
And that was it. Jason, no matter how much he tried to rationalize everything, or to act as if they didnât scare him, couldnât control himself. And he had to get out of here !!Â
He ran towards the front door, ready to wait in the rain if he had to. He was looking behind him, and saw a small vase fall on the floor...they were close ! And though he knew they couldnât really hurt him, the mere fact they existed scared him to death !Â
Ghosts, over time, became his one true phobia ! He could deal with a lot of things, especially since he was Robin now...but revenants ? No. No. And no.Â
He almost reached the front door when it opened. Was it them ?!Â
No. No it wasnât. It was you. You coming home. And being extra confused when you were greeted by a strong hug by your son.Â
He always greeted you warmly, but never quite...Like that.Â
Even less so with tears in his eyes, and looking so scared !Â
âJason ? Jason what is it ? What is it ? Did something happen at school ?âÂ
In his state of pure fear, he didnât take the time to think, as he answered :
âNo, no itâs...itâs the ghosts !âÂ
He would never have talked about it normally. But right there, as they took him by surprise after being absent for so long...the words just spilled from his mouth. And he told you everything. How, for the past few years, they haunted him and taunted his sleep.Â
The real reason he ran to your bedroom so many times.Â
But how it almost all stopped when he became Robin, because he wasnât at home most of the time during the night, and if he was, you or Alfred or even Bruce during his nights off were always around.Â
He told you how whenever someone else was there, even if it was dark, they wouldnât show up. How his family, you, Bruce, Alfred and Dick when he was there...were fending off the ghosts.Â
How when he wasnât all alone in the dark, they never came.Â
And why they hated him particularly so. Because he was a nobody, unworthy of bearing the name âWayneâ !Â
And as he told you the stories of ghosts, of Theodore Hamish Wayne and his nasty friends, of how scared he was sometimes etc etc...
Well, you werenât sure you quite believed Wayne Manor was haunted. After all, you never witnessed anything. Sure, sometimes, you felt a bit uneasy when you were alone. Shivers ran down your spine for no reasons. But it never went further than that, an old big house giving you kind of the creep sometimes.Â
But what you were sure of, is that wether it was real or not, it affected your boy. And you hated that. You hated that so much.Â
To you, it seemed like he created those ghosts in his head, to symbolize his deep fear of being abandoned, of being all alone again. But to him ? To him it was clear all this was real.Â
Oh but he believed in it so much, that you started to wonder if you had it right. Were the ghosts just the way Jasonâs portrayed his true fears (the attack always kind of happened as he was asleep or almost asleep, it could very well be in his imagination, or sleep paralysis or something...except today he was clearly wide awake...), or were they real ?Â
You probably would never know, as it seemed your presence warded them off. And you certainly werenât going to tell him you had your doubts.Â
And so you reassured him. You consoled him. You told him youâd always be there, and that those ghosts could never dislodge him from your heart.
âItâs ok little bird, itâs ok. Youâre safe here, with me.â
âIâm sorry.âÂ
âThereâs nothing to be sorry about.âÂ
âYou must think Iâm nuts...â
âI most certainly donât think that. Youâre not crazy Jason, ok ? Nobody gets that scared over nothing. Nobody.âÂ
âSo you believe me ?âÂ
âYes.â
âPromise ?âÂ
You didnât hesitate one second as you answered, because even if the ghosts werenât actually ghosts, you knew he was telling you the truth. That those things truly happened to him, wether in his head or not didnât matter. Â
âPromise. Because even if I never see those ghosts, to you, theyâre very real. And theyâre total jerks. And- And you know what ?âÂ
Jason was sniffling only a little now, slowly getting over his fear. Thanks to you.Â
âWh-What ?â Â
You stood up, and brought him with you in the middle of the foyer. You couldnât quite pick him up anymore, as he was a much too tall 11 years old boy...But you could still definitely hold him close !Â
You stood there, in the middle of the foyer, glaring at the entire house, and finally said :Â
âHey ! Theodore and whatever are your names !? The ghosts haunting Wayne Manor ! Ya better stay away from my son, or Iâll whip your stupid ectoplasmic ass fissa !â
For a few seconds, Jason was afraid you just annoyed them and it would get worst...But then you continued. Telling them exactly what youâd do to them, and nothing sounded very nice.Â
In the end, he couldnât help but laugh at how imaginative you got, thinking of all the ways you could make GHOSTSâ life miserable !Â
And now...Â
Now you knew. And you didnât mock him at all, on the contrary. Jason felt like a weight was leaving his shoulders, because now...now he wasnât the only one knowing about Wayne Manorâs haunting !Â
And since that day, things got a little easier.Â
But at the same time, Jason discovered that he hated to be alone in the house whenever it was too dark outside, which didnât just include nights, but also gloomy rainy days.Â
He always found a way to avoid those situations, in big parts thanks to his Robin work, but also thanks to you, and how understanding you were.Â
It really didnât matter, if the ghosts were real or not. Youâd be there for your son no matter what.Â
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Even if he rarely saw them now, the thought that Wayne Manor was haunted never left him. He still hated being alone in it. Especially when it was dark.
But hey, at least nowadays, you knew about it. More importantly, you believed him. He was pretty sure that at first, you didnât really...But as the years went by, you ended up truly believing him. Â
As you said, more than once you got unexplained shivers or bad feelings while walking around the house, and only felt comfortable when you were with your family...you liked to be alone, but when you needed âalone timeâ, youâd leave the house and go to your office in town, where you wrote all your books. You also had an office back home, but only used it when one of your son, or your husband was there too.Â
Yes. By the time he entered his teen years, Jason came to closure with the fact that there was ghosts in Wayne Manor, and that they didnât like him very much. But you know what ? Theyâd have to deal with it.Â
Because he was NEVER going to leave.Â
NEVER.Â
This was his home too now. Not just theirs.Â
Theyâd just have to deal with it.Â
************
You thought about the ghosts in Wayne Manor, as you roamed its corridors very late at night, tears in your eyes.Â
Jason had been gone for almost a year now, but your heart was still bleeding.Â
15. He was only 15.Â
You thought about how he was so convinced that the house was haunted, and right now...Oh right now you really wished ghosts were truly real. Because then maybe...Maybe heâd come talk to you again ? Maybe heâd come back to you, even if he was just...just...just a ghost...
A little wind went through your air as you walked in the corridor, and you wondered if you left a window opened somewhere ?
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Present day :Â
Jason, as he was fixing himself a snack in the kitchen, in the middle of the night, thought that his old nemesis, the ghosts of Wayne Manor, must have believed they won.Â
After all, he havenât stayed the night at the house in almost a decade now. First because he was dead for a while (bad business). And second because when he came back to life, he was lost and hated his father so much...He didnât intend to ever come back home.Â
And it wasnât because of the ghosts, it wasn't.Â
But tonight, after he finally understood and forgive his dad and  they celebrated his forty-fifth birthday, and as they were all reunited for the first time in ages...He finally decided to stay over. It was so rare, they were all together, and not on patrol (they left the night under the watchful eyes of Batwoman...her alone could handle things for one night, and if she couldnât, she could always call them).Â
But, remembering his old ennemies, he made sure to not be alone in a room ! He somehow managed to convince Dick to share a bedroom, even if there were definitely enough rooms in the Manor for all of them.Â
He gave the excuse that he wanted to âremember old timesâ when Dick finally came back home (shortly before Jayâs death) and Jason would sneak into his room and theyâd play video games too late and fall asleep...Already at that time, Jason snuck in because of the ghosts. His brotherâs presence kept them away.Â
He was too old, at that time, to sneak in yours and Bruceâs bed. He knew. Settling for his brother was fine. Because even if he could somewhat deal with the ghosts now...he still really hated being alone in the Manor.Â
The secret was well kept. You never told anyone that Jason strongly believed in ghosts, and that he was sure the Manor was haunted.
And Jason never told anyone else but you. That even now...
Even after his death and resurrection.
Even after he grew up, changed.
Even as an adultâŚ
Jason still hates being alone in Wayne Manor at night.
Actually, he hated it even more after his death.Â
He couldnât quite remember much from between the moment he died and the one Ras AlâGhul threw him in a Lazarus pit, but sometimes, he had flashbacks of what he thought must be the afterlife.Â
With someone kinda looking like Bruce but not being him (he was pretty sure it must be his father), and a woman who reminded him a lot of you but that wasnât you (probably a certain Martha WayneâŚ).Â
Which to him, confirmed the existence of ghosts. If there was something after deathâŚPlus, in the meantime, he also met  a certain John Constantine and that dude had so many stories ! Though he never quite dared asking him to exorcise Wayne Manor.Â
He really didnât want anyone to know how much of a chicken he really was (damn misplaced pride, you hated itâŚand it was unfortunately a flaw ALL of your children + your husband had).
Yes. Even now, as a grown man, Jason would avoid as best he could being alone in the Manor when it was dark.Â
In broad daylight ? He never minded. Nothing ever happened in the light.Â
But at night ? Yeah. No.Â
Which is why, right now, as he was fixing himself and Dick a snack, he was going extra fast so he would stay the least amount of time on his own in the kitchen. Why did he even made the offer to be the one getting the snacks ?!
The lights weren't flickering, and he hadnât seen any ghosts in years (mainly because he never stayed after dark in the house), but still. STILL !!Â
And as he heard footsteps behind him, but turned and saw no one...he jumped into the air, shoved all the snacks in his arms and ran as if his life depended on it back to his brotherâs room, who in the meantime, had been invaded by his younger siblings too.
The next day, as Bruce would do his daily reviewing of the security cameras he placed all around the house (avoiding his childrenâs bedroom of course...or so he says), he got a bit confused by footage of Jason, being in the kitchen around 3 am, and suddenly running away, looking scared, as Alfred the cat walked in...
Bruce swore that sometimes, Jason did things that he didnât understand. More than once, over the years, he saw him run away hurriedly from a room, or talk to no one in particular...Ah, his son was probably a hell of a sleepwalker !
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Just a little thing written in a very short amount of time. Because of reasons. Next story will be a long ass one so ya know... :). I hope you liked it ?Ah, and what do you think ? Is Wayne Manor haunted, or is Jason simply sleepwalking and have a very vivid imagination ?
As usual, feedbacks and reblogs = life.Â
PS : As you noticed, I did not said my story was bad for once. I spend the last few days doing some self-care and...Iâm gonna go easy on myself. Nothing can be perfect. And this exist just because I like to write, I donât proof-read or just even re-read anything, this is my hobby in its âpurest formâ, just me enjoying to write about things I love, and sharing it. So. Yes. If that makes any sense...
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Jason Todd X FEM! Reader: But Iâm Not PregnantâŚ
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This is a special Fic I wrote especially for @just-me764. I hope you enjoy it, my baby. We all love you very much and are wishing you good luck and wisdom for your piano exam last? (a few? Long-time?) week.
Word Count: 4,074 Words
Summary: after an attack on the city, Jason comes to your apartment withâŚyour sons?
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You lie awake in your bed dreaming of someplace else, someplace that was safer than this. Safer for the both of you, while the storm rages just outside your window. It was always stormy in Gotham but this night was different. The hail seemed to pelt down with force, desperately trying to rip the pipelines off the side of your apartment and shatter all of your windows. The wind howled through the silence of the night, coming in from under the door and piercing your ears with it shrill noise. Cop cars wailed and people were shouting, you were scared; Jason was out there tonight.
Suddenly interrupting your thought, your window flew open, it bashed against the walls as the wind continued to push it. A figure flew through your window, covered by darkness they edged closer and closer to the end of your bed. Heavy breathing filled your ears as you heard a release of gas when the figure removed his mask. You let out all of your pent up breath as soon as you heard the manâs voice. You reached over to your lamp to turn it on so you could properly see the face of your love.
âNew suit?â you asked him seductively, âYou look pretty good.â
âPlease, (Y/N),â he was practically gasping for breath, âwe have a bigger problem at the moment. The boys are in some pretty deep shit.â
God, way to kill the mood, Jason. Whatever â you would help him anyway.
âIâm sorryâŚwe?â you questioned him, âIâm not a robin.â
âIt's not that kind of help, please. Iâll tell you more once they get here.â
âWait, they're coming here?â you were shocked, you can't be seen like this, your room was a mess, you and Jason haven't cleaned in weeks.
Before Jason couldn't even say another word there was a knock at the door, it kept repeating itself as if someone was trying to bust the door down. Jason ran straight for the door without even asking any questions as to who it was.
âTake the baby before it pukes on me again!â a boy yelled.
The young boy at the door practically threw the baby at Jason and stormed around the room or a few seconds looking for the bathroom. As you walked over to Jason about to ask him to shut the door so you two could talk a smaller boy came running down the hallway crying. He latched onto Jason and flopped onto the floor as he cried into Jason's boots.
âRichard,â Jason screamed. You bolted backward when he did shielding your ears, damn that oy can yell. âHow dare you leave Timothy!â
You knew he must be mad now, he seemed to be using first names.
âWhatever, asshole. My parents are dead, you can't tell me what to do.â
This was getting too confusing for even you. you had to know what happened, what's going on now, and what's going to happen to these young boys.
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âSo youâre telling me,â you paused for a deep breath before you continued, âsomeone-â
âSome villain,â Jason corrected you.
You looked at him harshly before continuing. âSome villain, was able to study and harness the power of a cryogenic sleep chamber and was able to reverse engineer it to make the boys children again?â you tried to sound like you understood what he had explained to you but truly you were just repeating what he had said. You had absolutely no clue how this had happened and how you were meant to help to fix it.
âPerfect.â
âYouâre telling me those three boys are Dick Grayson, Timothy Drake, and Damian Wayne?â still shocked, you were only able to wrap your head around the thought that these were the boys. âWait,â you needed to know one thing before anything got any more complicated âbut whoâs who?â
âUhh, this machine still seems to obey the laws of time so Dick is still the oldest, meaning he was the angsty teenager you saw storm into our bathroom, Tim is the next one, and Damian is here.â He said the last part softly as he was rocking the baby boy in his arms.
âTime? What laws of time Jason? This thing obviously doesnât obey any laws, period.â
Jason was stumped now, he didnât know what to do, he didnât know the first thing about taking care of children. Thatâs why he brought them here; he thought you could be able to help.
âI thought you might be able to help,â it was hard to get out the next part for him, âya know because youâre a girl.â
âI'm a girl. Great,â you threw your hands in the air as you rolled your eyes and leaned back in your chair. âI can magically fix this because I'm a girl. Thatâs perfect Jason.â
âArent you meant to have some sort of maternal instinct or some shit,â Jason questioned. You were all starting to get a bit angry now.
âShit!â Timothy chimed in.
You both turned around to see timothy propped up against the side of your chair trying to cross his arms like you had them, and look angry like Jason. You and Jason both winced, you would definitely have to make some lifestyle changes if you were to accommodate these children.
âOkay, new plan,â you sighed, âwe get these boys in bed and figure everything out in the morning.â
âI'm completely with you,â Jason started hesitantly, âbut where are we all meant to sleep?â
You looked around your house with a concerned look adorned on your face. You and Jason would have to sleep on the couch if the boys wanted to sleep in the bed. The plan was set, you and Jason got the boys into bed. Although dick was a pain to convince, he ended up sleeping on the edge of the bed away from the other boys. Arguing about who would look after Damian, you both decided it would be best if you left in the bed with the boys. Sleeping on the other edge of the bed you kept Damian up by your head, wrapped in your blankets and secured in place with pillows. In the middle of the bed was Tim, he stuck close to you through the night and something about having these boys in your bed made it somewhat easier to sleep.
Out like a light, Jason came and brushed your hair out of your face as he planted a goodnight kiss on your forehead. He walked over ad situated himself on the couch, covering himself with blankets and wrapping some extra clothes up to make an extra pillow, everyone was straight to sleep.
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Awoken from your sleep so abruptly, you groaned as you had to use your arm to prop your self up. Looking beside you could see Damian squirming in his blanket, looking close to you you couldnât see Timothy, now you were really worried. Looking all around the room frantically while you tried to pick up Damian carefully you finally found him. In the night, Dick had rolled over and wrapped his arms around little Tim, almost concealing him from sight completely.
âWhat's wrong?â Jason asked with a groggy tone.
You swung your legs out of bed as you held Damian close to your chest, he flung his arms at you as he used his hands and tried to claw at your chest. You walked over to Jason, maybe he could help you.
âI donât know what he wants,â you said sleepily.
âisnât there a list for this kind of stuff?â Jason asked. âya know, food, drink, burp, play, shit?â
âNo swearing!â you reminded him.
Although he was right about the things that a baby needs, you had gone over a special list with him as to what you can and can't do while the boys are children. One of the most important things being that you two were not allowed to swear while the boys are children as you could already see that Tim was picking up all the bad words that you two were saying to each other.
âOkay,â you started, âif you can take him into the kitchen and feed him that would be great. I think thereâs some applesauce in the fridge for him to eat. If he doesnât want to eat warm some milk up for him and feed to him in a syringe if there is any left in the medicine cabinet.â You started to walk off to get a cloth from the bathroom that you could use as a diaper until you were able to go to the store and get the proper supplies that you needed. âOh, about the milk,â you suddenly remembered something, âI read something about testing the temperature on your wrist first to make sure it's not too hot for the baby. It should be a luke-warm temperature because that is most like the stuff he would naturally get.â
Damn, Jason was right about girls having a motherly instinct, you guess it just needed time to kick in. after you had found some soft cloths you walked back into the kitchen to find Jason trying to feed Damian some applesauce, it looked like he was getting very mad. Quickly you placed the cloth down and took the small spoon from Jason's hand, you twirled the spoon in the air to get Damian interested while making whooshing noises with your mouth, the oldest trick in the book â here comes the airplane.
He hed the food in his mouth for a few seconds, giving you just enough time to look at Jason cockily as if to say âIâm gonna be a better parent than you.â he started crying again before he opened his mouth and let the food plop out onto Jasonâs shirt, Jason was degusted, he was a brat from birth he knew that much now.
âWhy you little-â
Before the bay could come to any harm you chirped up. âWell, that just means he must need something other than food.â
At that moment the microwave beeped. You looked down and through the window to see the small glass of milk. You opened the microwave and took the milk out, sticking your finger in it and letting drop onto your wrist you determined that it was an okay temperature. Placing the cup down you picked up Damian so Jason could wipe his shirt off. Walking over the cupboard with Damian held close to your hip you found a syringe and walked back to Jason. He took the syringe from you and sucked up some of the milk. Alas, Damian didnât want to go anywhere near that plastic monstrosity.
It was far into the morning now and you and Jason had tried everything to get Damian to stop whining and start to settle down again. By this time timothy and Dick had woken up and now had headaches. Jason had set up the TV for the boys while you went out into the hallway of your apartment. You tried everything and you were starting to get tired, you were relieved when Jason finally came out into the hallway. You rushed over to him and handed him baby Damian.
âWeâve tried everything!â you were the one whining now, âIâm starting to think he really is just a brat!â
âWe havenât tried everything..â Jason said hesitantly.
âWhat, Jason,â you were yelling at him now. You were so tired and worried at the same time. âwhat more can we do?â
âGive him propper milk,â Jason said softly as he stepped closer to you and pushed at your collar bone.
âWhat the hell Jason?â you covered your chest and took a huge step away from him, âNo way!â
âBruce said they won't have a memory of any of this anyway so I'm sure youâll be fineâ
You sighed, right now you just wanted to go to bed. At this point, you would try anything. You held your hands out to him and he passed you the baby. He opened the door for you as you both walked back in, him going to sit with the boys on the couch to watchâŚwhat the hell is even on tv at this time of the night, wait was that Godzilla? Nevermind, you walked down past the kitchen and into the bathroom, closing the door behind you you sat against the bathtub and started to breastfeed baby Damian.
Finally walking out of the bathroom with a sleeping Damian you placed him back into bed and collapsed onto Jason. You saw that Jason had put Dick and Tim back to bed and the TV was switched off. You took your place in bed huddled with Damian. Now you were able to go to sleep properly.
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You were violently shaken awake from your sleep to see a small blue-eyed boy bouncing on top of you. You tried to roll over but the small boy followed you down as he continued to giggle.
âI want breakfast,â he sang, âwhat's for breakfast?â
You rolled over with your face stuck into the pillow, screaming into it you now realized that last night hadnât been some crazy dream. The boys had all been reverted back to their younger selves and were now demanding you make them breakfast.
âJason!!â you yelled for him hoping he would already be up but you only just then remembered that he would have gotten a terrible nightâs sleep on the couch. âGo make breakfast!â you yelled louder this time thinking you had to wake him up.
âRichard,â you heard him groan, âmake breakfast.â
Realizing that Jason wasnât wanting to get up either you practically rolled out of bed and hobbled over to the kitchen. Taking Jason's jumper off the back of the couch as you walked past him you put it on over the top of your spaghetti strap top, it was just long enough to almost cover your shorts.
Looking into the fridge, you pulled out some waffles and chucked them onto the counter. Ripping the box open you put then into the toaster to defrost as you scoured the cupboard for honey or maple syrup. Timothy bounced over to the counter as Dick wandered over with his arms crossed against his chest.
âI donât like sweet things,â he grumbled.
âThen starve,â you sassed him.
Walking over to the crying baby in your bed you picked him up and rocked him in your arms as you brought him to the counter. You got the applesauce out of the fridge and brought it over to where the boys were eating. There you joined Timothy, happily chewing on his stacked waffle sandwich, and Dick, chewing a tiny piece of waffle with a disgruntled face. Carefully feeding Damian you waited for Jason to get up before you went into the bathroom again to feed him some more.
âWhat are we gonna do today momma bird?â Jason sang.
âGet some proper clothes for these boys,â you said in a grumbled tone as you looked Jason up and down.
âWhat's wrong with the clothes I gave them?â
âThey're yours from years agoâ
âSo?â
âYou had a terrible fashion sense years ago,â you said as you rolled your eyes. Jason gasped at this; he knew it was terrible but he always loved to play the dramatic one in the relationship.
âLeather jackets will always be in season and you know it,â he sassed you as you walked off to change into something you could wear out to the shops.
Cleaning up after boys, you took everything you needed and put it in your backpack. Carefully taking Damian you were able to make sure Dick was in sight as he continued to play on his phone. Jason picked up Tim and carried him as he quickly got tired of walking and âneeded to be carried or his legs would fall offâ. Walking into the first store you went straight to the baby section and picked out some onesies for Damian. Looking through what the store had you picked out a few plain onesies that he could wear, nothing too fancy. You didnât want to get carried away; he wasnât going to stay like this forever after all. God, you would love if they stayed like this. WellâŚDick might be a bit of a pain so he could change back.
After meeting up with Jason again you looked through what he had picked out for Tim and Dick. Tim had helped him pick some nice tops as well as some cargo shorts and some shoes that would fit him, as well as the necessities. Dick, of course, had picked some jeans and a few grunge tops, he obviously wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
Quickly, you paid for the clothes and headed for the next store. Just a normal pharmacy, you picked up some proper formula for Damian and some diapers too. You walked to the counter quickly and picked up a small rattle on the way. Paying for everything once again you loaded everything into Jason's car and started to contemplate what you were all going to have for lunch. Taking a vote you all decided on mall food for lunch.
Walking back into the mall with the boys you spotted a bunch of reporters on the way in but thought nothing of it. Suddenly you heard one of them shout and run towards you and Jason. Flashing cameras blurred your vision as you bumped into Dick.
âJason, Jason,â The people yelled at you both, âJason Todd, is this your wife? Is it your girlfriend? How long have you been hiding her from the public eye? Are these your kids? What are their names? How old are they? Jason, what's her name? Jason,â they were throwing questions at you a million times per second and you were starting to get dizzy at how much you had to turn your head to listen to what they were actually saying
Your eyes were going blurry from all the cameras flashing in your face, taking gapped steps you accidentally bumped into Dick or was that Tim? Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder guiding you towards the front of the group of reporters. Looking behind you dizzily you could see Jason leading you, holding Tim in his arms as he curled into his shoulder to avoid the bright lights. You tried to keep looking around, where was Dick? Finally catching sight of him you realized he had finally put down his phone and started paying attention to his surroundings. In his hand was the corner of Jasons Jacket â leather of course â balled up in his fist.
Continuing to push you forward, Jason led you all down the crowded hallway until you found an elevator. Quickly running in he slammed the button to close the door and pressed the top floor â the parking roof, although this wasnât where they parked it would be a temporary escape from the paparazzi for now until they could make it back to their car or until they could find another way out. Putting Tim down in the elevator, Jason pulled out his phone and began to dial a number.
He waited for an answer, âYes, Hello? Alfred?â Jason asked, âI need you to come and pick us up from the mall on 97th street, by the park.â Jason paused as he listed for a while, you werenât bae to hear what they were saying. âYes, apparently moving to the other side of the city wasnât enough to stay away for the public eye for long. Thank you so much for the help, Alfred.â
Reaching the top floor, you all got off and started walking around the parking lot to try and get to the ramp exit when Alfred would be coming to pick you all up. They only had to wait a few minutes before Alfred had arrived, he was, after all, conveniently out on a shopping trip for Bruce. Pulling up in the car, Jason got into the front and you hopped in the back between Tim and Dick with Damian curled in your lap. Driving off, you passed the paparazzi on your way out, you heaved a sigh of relief, thankful that you might not ever go through that again.
Finally arriving at the Wayne manner, you followed Jason in as he went to go and speak to Bruce. Hopefully, he had some way to turn the boys back to normal. Talking with him for a while you were relieved when he told you that you would be able to leave them at the Wayne manner for tonight as the aging chambers would be ready for all three of them by the morning. Although you were happy to have the three of them out of your hair you were somewhat sad to see them go.
⼠  ⼠  ⼠  ⼠  âĽ
After Alfred took you back to the mall to pick up your car you and Jason haded straight home, you both had had enough drama for one day and you both agreed that you didnât want anymore. Both collapsing onto the bed of your shared apartment you cuddled up next to Jason â after all, it had been a whole 2 nights since you were able to feel his body warmth. You sighed as you felt all of the tension in your body melt away, his chest heaved up and down as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.
âWell that was fun,â he whispered to you with a small giggle, âI can't believe what those reporters were asking, can you?â he cleared his throat as he put on his high-pitched squeaky voice, âJason, when was the wedding? Why wasnât I invited? Are these your children? Haâ he scoffed at the final sentence, âlike we're at that stage of our relationship.â
You hummed in response, why was he being like this? Should you tell him what you really thought of the time you spend with the boys and him?
âBabe?â he asked, he must have been concerned about you when you didnât give him an answer like you usually do. He pushed back now when you didnât even answer his call, â(Y/N), what's wrong?â
âHmm? Oh, it nothing,â you sighed as you rolled over pulling his arms back around you as you scooted back into his chest to become the little spoon. You should really tell him. âYa know, Jason,â you started softly, âlooking after the boys was really nice, donât you think? Especially Damian, because he was so young. Have you ever thought of having a child like that?â you instantly regretted saying something.
âWell yeah I've thought about it but what of it?â
âWhat if, ya know,â your voice started to get softer and softer now, âa child might be good for us? Maybe we would want to have children together.â
Jason sat up from where he was laying, he cocked his head to look at you, âDo you want to have a kid?â he asked â almost judgementally.â
âThatâs the thing, I donât know.â
Jason rolled you over to face him and he lay back down close to your face as he whispered softly, âit sounds like you do know but you just donât want to tell me for some reason.â
âWell, you just went on about how you think we arenât ready for that so of course I would be scared to mention it to you.â rolling over again you just wanted to escape from the argument you had created.
It was silent for a few moments before you could fell Jason's lips press agoing the back of your shoulder softly, carefully working his way up past the nape of your neck to your earlobe.
âMaybe a child would be good for me, for us.â He whispered into your ear.
You rolled to face him as you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring his face closer to you as he wrapped his hands down and around your hips to pull you forward. He gave you a long kiss on the forehead before he rolled over with you as he laid on his back. He pushed his arm behind your head as you brought your arm up to place it on his chest next to your face. Your legs intertwined with each other as you drifted off to sleep. Maybe this whole shenanigan had a good ending after all.
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Jon & Sasha Arson fic
Little fragment of an idea that never went anywhere. No reason for it. Just thought it would be funny. I was right. Rest under the cut.Â
Most people who were unlucky enough to meet Jonathan Sims assumed he had no friends.
This was true, up to a point two weeks after Jon became a researcher at the Magnus Institute: afterwards Jon had no friends, except for Sasha James.
Sasha James was attributable to arson.
Most people who were unlucky enough to meet Jonathan Sims assumed he had no friends.Â
This was true, up to a point two weeks after Jon became a researcher at the Magnus Institute: afterwards Jon had no friends, except for Sasha James.Â
*******
Sasha James was attributable to arson.
Arson was attributable to a bookshelf of Leitners, humming strange songs and spewing toxic energy into the air in rhythmic hissing motions. The Leitners were attributable to Artifact Storage, a testament to mankindâs hubris and a modern-day tower of Babel where a group of underpaid academics found themselves stress testing kevlar and fire suppression systems each day. Artifact Storage was attributable to the Magnus Institute, where Jon had managed to land a job after three months of desolate post-graduate unemployment. And the Magnus Institute was attributable to - well, probably Jonah Magnus, but Jon found that it was likely a bit of a reach to blame a long dead Regency gentleman for all of his problems.Â
Jon needed this job. London was expensive and so were funerals, and he couldnât keep living on life insurance forever. It was even a good job, with decent pay and the exact kind of limp, half-hearted academia that the private sector promised disillusioned English mastery holders. His coworkers were nice - well, Tim was nice, everybody else seemed to hate him for the same reason that everybody else hated him, likely intimidated by how smart he was - and the commute was short. He couldnât afford to lose this job. Spiritually, metaphysically, and literally.Â
Which was why he should stop staring at this piece of paper. The follow-up research to a statement given by some idiot unlucky enough to cross paths with what was certainly a Leitner.Â
âORIGINATION OF PHENOMENA ISOLATEDâ, the page read out professionally, yet chipperly, like a young woman in a new office job. âITEM QUARANTINED WITHIN ARTIFACT STORAGE (46B.1)â.Â
Hm.Â
Jon pushed down on the floor, rolling himself a meter to the left.
âSay, er, Mr. Stoker.â
Tim âIâm only four years older than you, please call me Timâ Stoker, who had been thumping away on his cheap plastic keyboard either writing up a report or messaging someone on one of those infernal casual sex websites, pulled down his headphones and blinked at Jon owlishly, before splitting his face into a grin. Jon could practically hear the David Attenborough-style narration within his mind: âAfter long weeks leaving out food for the wild Simothan, the feral yet gentle animal approaches the researcher of his own volition. A win for scientists everywhere.â
âYes, Jon?â Tim asked, in an uncanny yet hopefully unintentional RP drawl.Â
âWhatâs Artifact Storage?â
âGod, I wish I was you,â Tim said feelingly. But he nodded sagely anyway, milking his âwise senpaiâ thing for all it was worth. Jon could practically feel Tim calling himself a senpai. It was kind of embarrassing. âYou know the shady room locked deep within the basement that exudes a terrible aura of malice and hatred towards you specifically?â
âThe gender neutral bathroom?â Jon asked, confused.Â
âNo, the one that always smells somewhat of blood. You hear screams sometimes?â
âThe Archives!â
âYes, but no! Itâs Artifact Storage. If the researchers dig up any creepy shit from a statement, or if a statement giver brings in something that melts the metal detector, then we dump it in Artifact Storage and let those miserable fucks take care of it.â
âIs it more of a containment facility, or would you say that they conduct experiments?â
But Tim just shrugged. âMy source down there tells me that they do some experiments to justify their budget, but itâs mostly unscientific. Poke this and Iâll give you twenty quid, that kind of thing. They say that if you really want a sick day, all you have to do is touch a mysterious rock and whisper your motherâs name -â
âFantastic, thank you for your help, must go back to filling now,â Jon said quickly, skittering back to his own desk. He tried to distract himself from the terrifying thought of the basement full of supernatural nuclear bombs underneath his feet by trying to remember his motherâs name, but he was stuck on if it was Marjorie or Margaret. Mary Anne?
Maybe Timâs personal Meerkat Manor series of Jonâs life had paid off - Sims Shack? - more than Jon would like, because Tim squinted at Jon in an unsettlingly familiar way. As if he knew exactly what Jon was thinking about the literature of mass destruction, and he really wanted Jon to be thinking literally anything else.Â
âI wouldnât go down there if I were you, Jon,â Tim warned, sounding a little like a horror movie trailer. âBushy tailed college grads who go down there donât come out the same as they went in.â
âIâll take that under advisement, Mr. Stoker.â
âFor the love of christ call me Tim!â
It really was a pity - Jon had actually liked this job.Â
*******
It was remarkably easy to commit arson in central London.
Jon had done it once or twice. Three times, actually, although when you think about it arson was a criminal charge and only truly existed so long as someone was charged with it, so technically you could say that Jon had done arson zero times. In his defense, you try making it through Oxford without doing anything embarrassing. 90% of your time was in class or schoolwork and 10% of it was being hazed. At least Jon hadnât fucked any pigs.Â
Jon hit up the usual stores, and stashed the usual implements in his rucksack. It was a careful week after his conversation with Tim, as he couldnât afford for the older man to connect the dots. He made a show of going home at a timely five pm, startling everybody around him, and paced in a tight circle around his flat until he gave up and watched mindless telly until the clock struck midnight.Â
He took a cab to the park a few blocks down from the Institute, and walked the rest of the way. It was a cool, dim night in London, and the foot-traffic had slowed down to a steady trickle of young people in tight clothing. Jon pulled down his baseball cap on his head, fished a key out from his pocket given to him by a helpful and friendly janitor, and took a back entrance into the Institute.Â
Said helpful and friendly janitor, whose allegiance had been won because Jon was a ânice young ladâ and âI always wanted to burn down the place myself, Iâm happy to see the next generation give it a goâ had helpfully told Jon that there were no security cameras inside the Institute. A grievous oversight, but good luck for Jon tonight. He took the stairs down to the basement, zipping his jacket up tight against the inescapable chill, and pushed his hat further down his head as he navigated his way towards Artifact Storage.
He unlocked the door with the janitorâs key, hands shaking, and slipped inside into the dusky and unlit room.Â
It was pitch-black, and Jon quickly fished a torch out of his backpack. He flipped it on, letting it slowly scan the room. It was the lobby into Artifact Storage, familiar from his stake-out missions: you walked in, met the bored woman behind the desk, checked in or checked out what you wanted, and if you needed to go inside she would press the button that unlocked the heavy climate-controlled door and let you into the hallway inside. The only other door in the lobby was to the office of the Director of Artifact Storage, a terrifying short and squat woman with silver hair pulled into a bun.Â
Jon leaned over the counter and jammed the button, holding his breath until he heard the door click open. He quickly twisted the handle, swung the heavy door out, and slipped inside, taking care to grab one of the chairs in the lobby and prop it open. Quick escapes were necessary.Â
He was in.Â
The torch lit up a map taped up to the wall, and Jon squinted at it. Section A, Section B, Section C...he remembered the classification from the document he read a week ago, and slowly walked down the hallway until he found the heavy climate controlled door marked âSECTION Bâ. He carefully wrenched it open, taking care to grab a rolling cart and using it to prop the door open, before stepping inside. He fished the canister of gasoline and the lighter out of his backpack, giving the gasoline a good shake.Â
It was a library. Small, and instead of shelves there were long metal racks with filing boxes stretching long into the darkness, but Jon knew a library when he saw one. Each box had a clipboard attached to it, and most boxes had very large and terrifying stickers on them painted sickly yellow or dangerous red.Â
The only thing in the library that wasnât a filing rack was a battered and beat couch. And the only person in the room besides Jon was a woman, blinking up at Jon blearily from where she had been passed out on the couch.Â
âEr,â Jon said.Â
The woman sat up, squinting at Jonâs torchlight until he guiltily aimed it just to her left. She had a wild mane of curly brown hair, and was wearing a pencil skirt and ruffled burgundy blouse. A blazer was folded at one end of the couch, clearly being used as a pillow, and she looked strongly as if Jon had just woken her up from a very nice nap.Â
âWhuh,â the sleepy woman said.Â
âMy mistake,â Jon said, âthis isnât the loo. Go back to bed, this is - er, a very bad dream, goodnight.â
âWhutuhiseet,â the woman slurred.Â
âItâs - very late, go back to bed.â
âAlright,â the woman said, falling back on the couch. After a second, her snores echoed through the room again.Â
Jon very slowly crept backwards. Actually, on second thought, his mission could wait for tomorrow. Bit of a cock block, this, but that was alright -Â
âHey! Who are you!â
Jon, hand on the handle of the door, squeaked and turned around.Â
The woman was back up again, and this time she seemed actually awake. She was frowning mightily at Jon, and was already sliding off the couch in stocking feet to glare at him. Jon was aware that he did not look like an innocent person in these events. The gasoline did not help.
The womanâs eyes trailed to the gasoline, then widened. Jon ineffectually tried to hide it behind his back.Â
âYouâre trying to burn down Artifact Storage!â the woman accused, somewhat fairly.
âNot all of Artifact Storage,â Jon said guiltily, âjust the Leitners.â
The woman stared at him further, as if she was a special guest on Timâs Sims Shack nature documentary.Â
âWhy,â the woman said slowly, âwould you want to do that?â
Despite himself, Jon found himself puffing up in indignation. âTheyâre evil, nasty little books that shouldnât exist. Forget studying and - and containing them, we should be making sure no more of them ever disgrace the world again. We should be burning every one we see. Theyâre pure evil given literary form, they are a disgrace to books and libraries, and if I ever met Leitner myself I would beat him to death with a rusty pipe for subjecting me to his fucked up books.â
The woman stared at him.Â
Finally, she said, âIâm Sasha James. Want some help?â
âI - er, wouldnât that get you in trouble, Ms. James?âÂ
âI like this job but I hate Leitner and his fucked up books more,â Sasha said gravely.Â
Jon, having found a kindred spirit, held out the lighter.Â
Sasha James took it, a wide grin splitting her face.Â
*********
Jon didnât remember much else of that night.Â
There was definitely arson involved - or, seeing as they hadnât gotten caught, just some good old-fashioned fire starting. He had the sense that they had both been so giddy with adrenaline that they had immediately joined the raging uni students in the late night bars, toasting their success in toasting. There had probably been quite a bit of alcohol.
When he woke up the next morning, it was in his narrow and uncomfortable bed, face to face with an unfamiliar snoring woman. For a second, two, Jon was briefly convinced that he had done something so drastically out of character it meant that a fucked up book had body swapped him with Tim. Bodyswapping was more likely than him having casual sex.Â
Then Jon remembered the arson, and he exhaled in relief as his life made sense again.Â
âMs. James,â Jon whispered, poking her in the arm. She snuffled and muttered something. Jon poked her harder. âMs. James, we have work.â
Sasha turned around, turning her back to him and pulling up the blankets. âGo back to bed, Tim.â
Ti - oh god. Jon felt like he was in a CW drama. This was why he didnât interact with people, far too much likelihood that he would accidentally end up interacting with somebody who had sex.
âMs. James,â Jon hissed, extremely embarrassed, âyou have to get up!â
âMergh mergh fuck off,â Sasha James said.Â
Jon, like a true gentleman and hero, got up and made them both strong tea. He squinted at Sasha, recalling everything he knew about her (slept a lot, liked arson, hated Jurgen Leitner) before digging out some instant coffee and making some of that too. Finally, after shoving a hot cup of sludgey black liquid at the woman, she grabbed the cup and chugged it until she was able to sit up and open her eyes.Â
She blinked at Jon, who was already picking his hair in an attempt to get ready for work. He could clearly see the thoughts âyou arenât Timâ run through her brain. Hah! He could be the narrator of the nature documentary for once!
âUh,â Sasha James said, âIâm sorry, did weâŚ?â
âCommit arson? Yes.â Jon paused a beat. âBut as I donât believe we were caught, call it an indoor campfire.â
Sasha James drank more of her coffee. Jon grabbed his clothing and disappeared into the loo to get changed.Â
When he re-entered his bedroom, she snapped her fingers at him. âRight! We got pissed after! Good times, mate!â
âI have to assume,â Jon said politely. He was doing his very best to be very polite, because Jon knew he was rude and didnât want his new coworkers to know that until his probation period was over. Maybe he should have waited until after his probation period for the arson? Would it look bad on his annual review? âDo you need to borrow some clothing? I think weâre about the same size.â Oh, no, was that rude to say to a woman?
Sasha James squinted at him. âItâs like youâre not hungover at all. How old are you?â
âTwenty five?â Be polite, Jon! âAnd youâre...thirty seven?â
âIâm thirty one, asshole!â
Oh no. Women hated it when you called them old. âYou donât look a day over twenty seven!â Jon cried, panicked.Â
âHave you met a woman?â
âI had a grandmother?â
âIâm going back to bed,â Sasha James said.Â
Unfortunately, Jon knew that it would be very suspicious if they both skipped, so he forced Sasha into one of his suits that...looked much nicer on her than him, but whatever, and hustled them both to work. Now that the adrenaline had worn away and the sense of purpose in his holy mission had burned up with the cleansing flames, Jon found himself biting his nails in agony in the Underground.Â
They had to know. Someone must have caught them. Maybe there were secret CCTVs in the Institute. Maybe Sasha was going to rat him out - but she had helped, so wouldnât she just be ratting out herself? Was she a double agent? Mr. Bouchard was never going to forgive him, no matter how nice he was and how much he seemed to like Jon to the point where he rather wished someone had given him the âStranger Dangerâ speech as a child so he would know what to do. Jon was going to go to jail, or worse - get fired.Â
Sasha, cooly sipping her coffee and looking somewhat fly in sunglasses and his suit, did not seem disturbed by any of this. Jonâs rapidly spiralling panic attack must have been obvious, because she casually flicked a finger on his forehead. Jon yelped with pain.Â
âTake it easy, mate. If they catch us, Iâll just say that the books made us do it.â
Jon scowled at her, rubbing his smarting forehead. âThe books?â
âSure.â She waved her fingers spookily as the Underground rattled forward into the heart of London. âBrainwashed us to do their evil bidding of -â
âDestroying them?â
âThereâs a lot of arson Leitners,â Sasha James said sagely. âTrust me, this is just a normal day in Artifact Storage.â She clapped him reassuringly on the shoulder, and Jon fought a blush. âDonât worry. We performed a public service, kiddo. St. Peterâs gonna give us a medal when we get to the pearly gates.â
âIâm an adult,â Jon said, scandalized. He had gray hair!
âWell, I guess, but I donât know your name, soâŚâ
 Jon squinted at her. She squinted at him back.Â
âYouâre thinking that if you donât give me your name I canât rat you out to the feds,â Sasha said flatly.Â
Jon pursed his lips.Â
Finally, he settled on, âYou donât rat me out to the feds and I wonât tell them that youâre in an illicit relationship with Mr. Stoker.â
âMr. - how did - what!â
âItâs Jonathan Sims,â Jon said gruffly, crossing his arms. He was slightly hungover and his nerve were jittery and he had set fire to his workplace the previous night, but somehow Jon thought that his heart was jackrabbiting in his chest for a different reason. Somehow Jon felt as if his heart couldnât stop thumping behind his sternum because Sasha James was staring at him, head cocked, as if he was a mystery she was interested in finding out. âThatâs my name.â
Sasha James stared at him, as if surprised, before her face broke into a wide and happy smile. Jon hunched his shoulders up, embarrassed, faintly aware he was blushing. âItâs nice to meet you, Jonathan!â Then she grabbed him by the collar, shaking him slightly. âAnd there is nothing illicit about me and Tim, and there is nothing between me and Tim at all, we are just friends, so get that out of your little head -â
The train rattled on towards the Magnus Institute, and towards the slight smell of smoke in the air.Â
*******
Sasha: are you coming 2 the pub w/us 2nite?
Sasha: come onnn you should comeee donât feel awkwarddddÂ
Sasha: I know you hate a) group settings b) drunk people c) Tim in a group d) drunk Tim and e) Tim drunk in a group but thatâs no reason not to come!
Sasha: Tim is physiologically incapable of not adopting men 3-5 years younger than him itâs in his blood you canât escape his affection
Sasha: or at least I find it funny so Iâm not letting you
Sasha: Jonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Jon: Yes Iâll come, I need to talk to both of you.
Sasha: WAHOO
Sasha: wait
Sasha: really?
Sasha: did you commit ars*on again
Sasha: wait if you did donât tell me the courts can request text transcripts
Jon: No, I just need your advice on an urgent matter.
Sasha: do you need to be drunk to do it
Jon: ...maybe.
Jon: ....Mr. Bouchard offered me the Head Archivist Job?
Jon: Which is stupid because Iâve worked here for barely four years and youâve worked here for about ten years I think. And youâve published five papers in parapsychological research. I know I helped you figure out that this place is a weird trauma mill but it was really mostly you. Itâs completely ridiculous to promote me and Iâm afraid itâs favoritism. For potentially heinous ends? This feels awful because itâs such an honor but I would never stop feeling stressed and guilty because I know so many more people (like you) are so much more qualified. Or qualified at all.
Sasha: holy shit
Sasha: ...do you remember the speech I gave you on stranger danger?
Jon: Iâm afraid to mention this to Tim because he might beat up Mr. Bouchard for both my honor and yours.
Sasha: Jesus at this point I donât even want a fucking job anymore. What bullshit. Iâm never going to get promoted and I just need to accept that. This isnât your fault, Jon, seriously, thank you for telling me.Â
Sasha: we can talk about this at the pub
Sasha: in private. Off the radar.Â
Jon: Looking forward to it :)
Jon: did I use the emoticon right?
Sasha: Yes, Jon, you did everything right.Â
#tma#jonathan sims#the magnus archives#tma fanfic#the magnus archives fanfic#sasha james-centric#this is an implied fix-it everybody lives fic#crack#comedy#absolutely nothing sad? in a MEG FIC?#sasha james#tim stoker#jon is based off me at a new job anxiously calling everyone 'mr'#rest assured sasha is trans but it just never came up#my writing
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Soulmates through music; Brian May x reader
Okay everyone, now from the last Rock Angel part I know I had a lot of hearts broken and spirits crushed so along with the recent Freddie fic I just posted which I hope you all read and comment, I present to you my 2nd Brian May x reader fic. This time it has ALL THE FLUFFY FEELS that should hopefully mend the heartache that was âA family torn apartâ.
Now one thing I should add is the fact Iâve put the reader as Timâs sister, you know the first lead singer of Smile before he went to join Humpy Bong. The idea of putting the reader as Timâs sister has crossed my mind more than once and Iâve yet to come across a fic with that description so I thought, what the hell Iâll give it a shot. And I may include a part 2&3 but thatâs all Iâve had in mind for it, but first Iâll see how I am with time.
So warnings are FLUFF, FLUFF & yes MORE FLUFF, makeout sessions, Paul Prenter (yes heâs a warning as usual), bit of swearing but overall itâs as FLUFFY as you can imagine. OH ONE LAST THING AND THIS IS IMPORTANT SO LISTEN UP!!!!
I have linked a video towards the end for Brian May singing âLove of my Life.â Please please please please please PLEASE listen to that song cause it will help the story move along. I promise you. Okay hope you enjoy loveies :)
*PS AN 3-23-19*
For those who donât know, Iâve made a little oneshot sequel to this story. Pt.3 is already done and complete, idk when Iâll do pt.2 so that way this short little mini-series can be marked as complete but for those interested until I get the time to do pt.2 have a read of this and I hope you all enjoy this next little continuation :)
Part 1.5Â Â Â Part 2Â Â Â Part 3Â Â Â Â Part 4
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*1970*
It was like any other Smile performance. Brian, Roger, Tim and I were playing at the pub, oh Iâm getting a head of myself, the name is (y/n) Staffell, the keyboardist/pianist and sometimes tambourine player of Smile, but by day I do my mammalogy studies specifically in regard to carnivora species of the Eutheria subclass. In English that means I focus more on the studies of big cats, canines and bears. Â
And yes as you can tell by my last name, Tim is unfortunately my older brother.  The relationship between us isâŚ..well itâs strained at best but itâs not violent or toxic or anything like that but, we donât get along half the time.
But he knew my potential of the piano ever since I was 3 years old Iâve been playing and I knew how to make a good rhythm or match harmony to melodies to some of the songs that Smile does. Â When Brian and Roger came on board in the band, the three of us became rather close, best friends you could say, hell maybe family.
Once Brianâs guitar solo came up and he had the chance to shine, Roger and I joined behind him and the three of us made a sound so magnificent and full of rock and roll, I felt like it would be deserving of the heavens. Â That is of course until Tim came back in singing and playing the bass guitar.
By the end of the show, our classmates and other young college kids applauded and my brother said into the mic.
âThank you all. We are Smile. Goodnight everybody!â After the show I shook out my hands and flexed my fingers in and out and thatâs when Roger asked me.
âYou alright (y/n)?â
âYeah just overdid it on that solo, always makes my wrists cramp up as well as my fingers. Thank god I didnât miss a key though.â
âI thought you did amazing.â Said Brian. Â I turned to him and smiled softly and thanked him.
However as the night went on, things only got worse as my idiot brother told us of this opportunity with a new band.
âHumpy Bong?â Brian said.
âHumpy Bong. Thereâs going places, thereâs gonna be big.â
âHumpy Bong. Are you joking?â snapped Roger.
âDonât do it Tim.â Brian begged.
âIâm sorry guys but weâre not going anywhere with this. What college gigs? Pubs? Iâve gotta give it a go. Come on (y/n) letâs go.â
âIâm not going.â I stated firmly. Â Tim turned toward me holding his bass and he said.
âDonât be an idiot (y/n). I already told them I knew of a great pianist who could put Beethoven and Mozart to shame. Donât waste your talent by staying where youâre at.â I stared Tim down and said.
âThen find someone else with my skill set. If thatâs at all possible of course. You may be a coward for ducking out but Iâm not. Iâm staying with Rog and Brian.â Tim rolled his eyes and muttered.
âWhatever, itâs your loss.â Then he walked away leaving Brian, Roger and myself along without a lead singer.
I just got back from the bar getting our drinks and I handed Roger his beer and I handed Brian his glass of water while I had me a beer as well. Â I sat between Roger and Brian in Rogâs van.
âYou didnât have to do that you know.â I heard Brian say.
âDo what?â
âStay with us while your brotherâs off to go big.â
âBrian, if my brother and I had to be stuck in one more band together, Iâd soon rather gouge my eyes out and chop off every last one of my fingers and toes just so that I couldnât play anymore. You guys may not know this but heâs also very critical when it comes to my playing. Claiming Iâm not playing the right tempo or key. Iâll make it big with my boys at my side.â
âAww you do care for us.â Roger teased as he ruffled my hair messing it up while I let out a whine before playfully shoving him away.
As the minutes ticked by, Roger piped in again.
âBesides I think heâs right. That show really was a load of bullocks.â
âWell thereâthere was room for improvement yeah.â Brian tried to reason with Roger. âRight (y/n)?â
âUhhâŚ..â
âSee even she agrees with me. Iâve got better things to do with my Saturday nights. I could give you their names.â Roger grinned smugly at the last statement as he put his cigarette to his lips and as Brian and I rolled our eyes, Roger exhaled the smoke grinning at us. Â It was then a boy walked right by us before stopping in front of us.
He had dark black hair, about the same length as Brianâs was, he wore a jean jacket, a stripped polo shirt and dark jeans. But what made him stand out was the fact that I could see that he had an overbite and the fact that he didnât look British at all, it looked like he was either from the Middle East or India, I donât know Iâm always getting those places mixed up.
âEnâenjoyed the show.â He said. Â He was kinda awkward and shy but at least heâs not like all the other boys who come up to us and then spot me and try to get a shag from me.
âThanks man.â Said Brian.
âThank you.â Both Roger and I said.
âIâve been following you for a while actually. Smile. Makes sense for a dental student.â He said shyly gesturing to Roger before turning to Brian and continuing, âAnd youâre astrophysics, arenât you?â
âYeahâ Brian answered wearily.
âMakes you the clever one.â The man answered. Seeming to boost Brianâs already big ego he turned to Roger and I and said.
âYeah I suppose it does.â
âAnd you dear, youâre a biologist arenât you. Specifically for mammals. Right?â he said pointing to me.
âYeah though I really love the big cats and canines.â
âThought so. Fierce, clever girls such as yourself always love those kinds of animals.â I then turned to Brian and said in the same tone he had spoken to Roger and me.
âYeah I suppose we do.â
âI study design here.â He said.
âWow, I can tell. I love your jacket, it really goes well with your shirt.â I said to him.
âThank you darling. Also Iââ he then pulled out some sheets of paper and said, âI write songs. Might be of interest to you. Itâs just a bit of fun really.â He said putting his notes away embarrassingly since we didnât immediately take them.
âIâm sorry but Iâm afraid your five minutes too late.â I said solemnly.
âOur lead singer just quit.â Brian answered. The manâs eyes widened for a brief moment and he seemed to gain some confidence as he said proudly.
âWell then youâll need someone new.â
âAny ideas?â asked Brian with a shrug. Â The man adjusted himself almost like he was about to strike a pose but chose against it as he said.
âWhat about me?â
âUhhhâŚ..not with those teeth mate.â Roger joked out. I slammed Roger over the head and I sneered at him.
âDonât be a wanker Roger!â I faced the man to see him slightly heartbroken and as he turned away I was about to apologize on Rogerâs behalf when something incredible happened. Â The man turned around and sung one of the verses for âDoin Alrightâ.
I know what Iâm doinâŚ.
Iâve got a feeling
I should be doin alright!
Oh myâŚ..My jaw dropped at hearing this guyâs voice.  It was like hearing an angel sing from the heavens.  The boys and I looked at each other before the 4 of us sung in unison.
Doin alright.
Our voices blending together in perfect harmony. By the end of the song Brian was laughing happily and I held my hand over my mouth trying to contain my squeals but I couldnât help it, while Roger had the biggest smile across his face.
âI was born with 4 additional incisors. More space in my mouth means more range. Iâll consider your offer.â He told us before smugly walking away with his hands on his hips. Â I looked at both Brian and Roger and we silently agreed and it was then Brian called out to him.
âUhhâŚDo you play bass?â He turned back toward us and stated proudly.
âNope.â
About six months later after getting to know Freddie Bulsara, we started looking for a bass player as well as rehearsing before our next gig at the same pub. Â Finally after trying out a few bass players there came a bass player by the name of John Deacon and I could already tell that he was exactly what we needed.
Finally our next gig had arrived. Â As we all walked up on stage to our positions. Roger went up to his drum set, John grabbed his bass guitar, Brian had his red special that he and his dad had made together and as Freddie and I walked up Brian introduced the new faces of our band.
Of course one bastard just had to call out just after Freddie greeted the crowd asking where my brother was and who this Pakkie was that we got. Â I went up to Freddie holding my tambourine for the first bit and said to him.
âYou ready Freddie?â He turned to me and said.
âLetâs do it.â It was then Brian played the first note for mine and Brianâs song that we both wrote together âKeep Yourself aliveâ. I slammed my tambourine at my hip, Roger kept the tempo with his drums while Freddie was struggling to get the microphone stan out of its place. Â Which made that god awful feedback screech and I was looking at him oddly as well as the rest of the boys wondering just what the hell he was doing. Â It wasnât until he managed to break the microphone stand off nearly almost decapitating Johnâs head off and he then began to sing.
And when he performed, it was like he had no boundaries of what it was that he was doing. Â He owned the stage like it was his and made every audience member feel important. Â
The only downside was that he was singing the wrong lyrics and improvising what Brian and I had. Â Every now and then Brian and I would pipe in telling Freddie he was singing the wrong lyric but of course when Freddie sets his mind to something, thereâs no stopping.
As time passed, our band changed from Smile to Queen all because of Freddie and because of him we got the chance to record our first ever album and we soon got discovered by John Reid from EMI records and he wanted to meet with us and possible manage us.
We got on Top the Pops, did an American tour and were now going to record our next rising album.
*Rockfield farm, 1975*
After getting the approval from Ray Foster, we were sent off to a recording studio known as Rockfield farm, and Iâll definitely say it definitely suited the name. Â This recording studio was all the way out of civilizationâs reach and it all looked more like a farm than a recording studio with the wooden built houses.
We were lead inside by Paul Prenter who was basically our âwatcherâ keeping an eye on us from day to day. Â Letâs just say I already do not like this guy, he gives me such eerie vibes itâs not even funny. Plus he seems to always want to be around Freddie like a little lost puppy.
âRight I know itâs not the Ritz. Not even close. Roger, youâre in here.â He said as we all followed him up the stairs of the house we would be staying in for the next several weeks if not months.
âRight.â Roger said as he went into his room.
âFreddie this is you. Biggest room.â Kiss ass. âBrian, thatâs you.â As John and I trailed up behind Paul stopped us and said, âJohn youâre in the living room. And (y/n) youâre downstairs.â
âNo! Absolutely not! She can stay in my room. Iâll take downstairs.â Roger said. Â I looked at Roger in shock. Â Never have I heard him wanting to pass off a good room for what could be a cold, small basement.
âRoger donât get allâŚ..â
âMy bedroom is big enough for two. I wouldnât mind sharing.â Brianâs voice rang up.  He turned towards me and said, âOf course if thatâs alright with you (y/n). I donât mean to speak up for you but I just thoughtâŚâŚâ
âItâs fine Brian. So long as youâre sure. I wouldnât want to intrude.â
âItâs nothing (y/n), come on in.â
âRight then, that means John you take (y/n)âs room.â Paul walked down the stairs and I looked at Deacy apologetically.
âIâm sorry Deacy.â
âItâs fine (y/n). I wouldnât feel right if you had been booted to the basement. It makes sleeping on a couch sound like heaven. Iâll be fine love.â I smiled at him and he took his suitcase and walked back down the stairs.
âHere let me help you carry that.â Brian said as he grabbed my suitcase leaving me with my overnight bag. Â I walked into his room and it was quite a big sized room, the bed however I canât really speak for it.
âAnd youâre sure we both can fit on this bed?â I asked skeptically.
âI think so, we just have to make the adjustments and thenâŚ.â But as Brian got on the bed, it turned out to be so springy and rickety, it bounded him back up in his seat.  He tested the bed out before tilting his head to the side raising his eyebrows.
âSeems the adjusting is going to be bigger than we thought.â I soon got on the bed sitting behind Brian to his left side and it reminded me of a bed back at my nanâs house. Â As a kid I always loved jumping up and down on that bed, of course nan never allowed it and I was always caught and punished for bouncing on it.
As the day went on and after getting settled in, we all immediately went to work. Â Using the barn and the scenery as a perfect place of inspiration and the quietness of all distraction minus the chickens going around and the cows mooing in the distance.
Of course Roger couldnât help himself as he would try to bother the roosters which in turn made one of them chase him which had all of us dying of laughter. Â We got some recording done just to test out how the sound system sounded and what instruments each of us would play based on the specific song of the songwriter.
Finally it was about 2am when we finally decided to call it a day and get some rest. Â We all retreated to our room and got changed for the night. Â Since there was a small jointed bathroom in mine and Brianâs room, he changed in there while I had the bedroom to myself to get changed. Â Once we were changed, Brian and I began to think of the bed situation.
As we both got into it, it turns out that there was still some space left for the two of us in the middle but only about a full hand length space. Â I slept on the right side of the bed closest to the door while Brian slept on the left near the window.
âGreat work today by the way (y/n).â Brian said.
âThanks, you too Bri. Goodnight.â I said to him with a soft smile. As I got tucked into the sheets I heard him mutter goodnight back and soon I fell into a deep sleep.
I awoke to the roosterâs crow at the butt crack of dawn and as the sun was starting to lightly come in through the curtains of the window, I let a groan and yawned softly. Â I almost didnât want to get up so I nuzzled myself further into my pillow.
Boy my pillowâs a bit sturdier than I remember it being last night, wait hold on a second. Â Why is my pillow moving up and down? And what is wrapped around my waist? My eyes shot opened and my face turned bleet red as I finally realized what was going on.
I had somehow ended up intertwined with Brian. His arms wrapped securely around my waist, my head buried in his button up white night shirt that had the first three buttons unbuttoned which revealed his chest and somehow one of my hands had tucked itself underneath it and I could feel his chest hair along my palm, I could also feel our legs entangled with each other.
I guessâno I would be lying if I didnât say that ever since forming Smile that Iâve had a slight crush on Brian Harold May. Â Okay Iâm lying again.
Iâm crazy in love with the man.
From the first day my brother Tim introduced us together, I thought he was the cutest boy I have ever seen. Â His short hair at the time, his blue eyes, and his stupid but beautiful face that looked like he had come out of a Michelangelo sculpture.
I mustâve suddenly panicked or something because next thing I knew I was down on the floor hitting my head onto the hard floor.
â(Y/n) are you okay!?â I heard Brian say above me.
âYeah, yeah I guess I had a nightmare and fell out of bed.â I tried to cover up my embarrassing fall with the famed âfall out of bed because of a nightmareâ trick. Â It worked all the time with Tim, why shouldnât it work now?
Brian soon was kneeling down in front of me cupping my face checking me for any injuries.
âYou sure? What was your dream about?â Ahh bullocks. What do I say to him? Come on (y/n) say something! Anything!
âI was falling off a chocolate volcano.â Really thatâs the best you can come up with? Bri looked at me skeptically before laughing softly and shaking his head.
âIâve told you many times before (y/n), too much sugar will give you nightmares.â
âAnd Iâve told you Bri, that I never listen to reason, especially from astrophysics majors.â I teased him. Â He playfully glared at me and I grinned back at him as he went back to checking over me.
I flinched as he touched the back of my head and he apologized and said.
âWell good news you donât have a concussion.â
âJoyous occasion.â I said sarcastically.
âLet me go down and get you some ice to bring down the swelling.â
âBrian thereâs no needâŚâŚâ
âPlease (y/n), just so that I feel better.â He cupped my gingerly in his hand. Â I felt my face got slightly hot as the tingles shot up my spine from his gentle touch.
âOkay.â I breathed out. Â He smiled softly and got up from the floor and left the room and I let out a deep, heavy sigh that I had no idea I was holding in. Â âGod why must love be so damn confusing and hard?!â I groaned. Â He soon came back with a small bag of ice as well as a kitchen towel, he had the bag of ice wrapped in the towel and he gently placed it right over the bump on my head.
âHowâs that feel?��
âGood. Really, really good. Thanks Bri.â
âAnytime.â He said with a soft smile.
Later on that day I was walking outside along the barn humming to myself hoping to find some rhythm to get down on the piano so that I could make a song. Â Thatâs when I heard the sound of Brianâs red special guitar playing in the recording studio.
I followed the sound of the hypnotic guitar and I finally realized that the song that Brian was playing was Elvis Presleyâs âHeartbreak hotelâ. Â I quietly entered the studio and there I saw on the other side of the glass window, Brian with a set of headphones and I could hear him singing the song.
*Brian*
Well since my baby left me
I found a new place to dwell
Itâs down at the end of lonely street
At Heartbreak Hotel, and I said
Iâve always loved hearing Brianâs voice. Â He just had this harmonious, angelic soft voice that he barely gave himself credit for. Â While I did appreciate Freddieâs vocal range and thought he was a great front man for Queen, I just wish there would be a chance for Brian to stand out, hopefully in this album A Night at the Opera he would let Brian have a song to sing.
Iâm feelin so lonely baby
Iâm feelin so lonely
Iâm feeling soâ
I then hit the button that would allow Brian to hear me as I sung to him.
*Me*
Lonely, I could die
It startled him as he looked up and stared at me.
âI thought you were supposed to be working on your own music?â He asked me.
âI could ask the same for you Mr. May.â I teased as I pressed the button again speaking into the microphone. âBut you know me, Iâve always been an Elvis fan so the second I heard that opening note of my favorite song of the King, I just had to come and see what was going on.â He smiled at me and I smiled back. Â âSo besides trying to be like the King of Rock himself, what have you come up with for the new album?â
âCome on in and have a listen, I need your opinion on this. And youâre the only one who speaks the truth without any sarcastic response.â He said as he set down his red special. Â I stood up and opened the door and soon entered the recording room.
Brian now held a 12-stringed acoustic guitar as well as a sack of papers and was sitting by the piano.
âNow I havenât quite figured out most of the lyrics, this is just the chorus but I think it could be a hit. Or not.â
âWell letâs hear it.â He then began humming the tune as he started to play the acoustic. Â Iâve always admired the way his fingers would just wrap around the neck of the guitar with such elegance and poise as he would play. Â Heâs always had guitar playing hands, as well as piano hands when need be.
Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
Write your letters in the sand
For the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew
I was in awe at the song already and I knew already that it would be a great song, but also it would tug at the heartstrings.
âStill a work in progress, but then again it could be rubbish.â He said.
âNo, no! I love it. Itâs just missing somethingâŚ.hold on.â I stood up from the piano bench and looked through the instruments hoping to find what I needed.  Finally after doing some literal digging I managed to find a Marx tambourine. âOkay start the chorus up again but donât start singing just yet, let me get the beat of it.â
Brian then began to play around with the chorus part and I tried to come up with a good rhythm beat and soon I just did a basic clap, hitting my lower palm to the head of the tambourine letting the cymbals jingle. Â As Brian and I kept the tempo he then began to sing the chorus again but this time I joined alongside him. Â
Even after hearing the song only once, I found myself knowing the words.
And our voices blending together in a beautiful harmony, his angelic tenor voice and my mezzo soprano voice made shivers run up my spine and goosebumps pop up along my arms.
When we finished the chorus, our eyes were locked onto each otherâs and thatâs when Rogerâs voice piped in.
âHow long are you two gonna deny it? Grow a pair and kiss each other will yah! God the sexual tension between you both is disgusting!â We looked up and there standing at the door were Roger, Deacy and Freddie. Â Brian and I turned away from each other blushing.
But I kept thinking to myself, did he feel the same way about me like Roger was suggesting? Or is he just pulling my leg like he usually does.
âThat was beautiful Brian dear, what do you call that song?â asked Freddie.
âIâhavenât really gotten a name for it yet. Itâs still a work in progress.â
âWell I love it, especially when you two sing it together. But if you donât mind I need to steal (y/n) away and teach her the piano for the song I have in mind for the album that will change the way music can be created.â I turned to Brian and he gestured for me to go on.
I set the tambourine down and walked towards Freddie and he wrapped an arm around me and led me out of the recording studio and back up towards one of the other houses where they would have some of the pianos.
I was sitting next to Freddie observing his piano skills as he played his song which heâs decided to call âBohemian Rhapsody.â He would cross his hands over one another for a 2 quick note playing before uncrossing them and returning to playing.
Iâll admit heâs quite the pianist. Sometimes I even wonder why Iâm still even hear, if he can play even better than me. Â Hell back when we were first meeting with John Reid, Paul tried to convince Mr. Reid that the band could possible be better with just the four of them but the boys had my back and told Mr. Reid that either I stay with the band or thereâs no deal.
He agreed to keep me in the band and ignore Paulâs âopinionâ especially after I had written the hit melody for Killer Queen while Freddie wrote the lyrics.
âOkay (y/n) now let me see you try it.â
âYou sure I can do this Fred?â I asked him.
âI have complete confidence in you. Iâll watch every second and show you what to play in case you miss any notes.â I then began playing the piano now and I seemed to get it, except for when it came to the hand cross over. I would either miss the keys on the cross over or mess up the rhythm when it came back to uncrossing my hands. Â I was starting to get frustrated and I said.
âThis isnât working. How in the bloody hell do you do the hand cross over?â
âIt just takes practice darling, here let me show you how itâs done.â He took my hands and placed them on the keys and said, âOkay start playing.â I then began playing the song and just before it came to the key change, he ordered me to stop.
It was then he took hold of my left wrist, crossed it over and said to me.
âNow with just your index and tallest finger, play the two keynotes.â I did as he asked and he immediately went back to position one. âThe best way to remember where to come back to position one is to measure your shoulder length. Make sure both arms are at shoulder length and go back to playing. Now try it on your own. Youâve got this dear. Again.â
I sighed deeply and played from the top and miraculously I nailed it right then and there as Freddie sang the first few verses of his song. Â At the last verse he had before a guitar solo that Brian would do, he sang with such raw passion and I followed with the piano with just as much passion before gracefully banging on the keys as he soon held out the last note and I was soon out of breath just from playing and I knew right then and there.
This would bring Queen to the top.
Freddie turned to me and he said with a grin.
âThat was beautiful darling, just like you. And once Brian hears you play, heâll fall in love with you for sure.â
âThank you for the first note Fred, the second note Iâll have to disagree with you on that. Weâre just friends.â
âCome on darling youâve told me once before about your little crush, why are you denying it now?â
âBecauseâbecause what if he doesnât feel the same? Or even worse what if we did work out but then hard such a fight that I would put the band at risk? IâI canât do that to the rest of you guys.â
âOh (y/n)~â Freddie hugged me from behind and he said. âAs a mammal biologist I thought you wouldâve known that when Emperor penguins find a mate, they do it through song. You and BrianâŚ.youâre voices are made for each other. Your love songs intertwine with each other so well, you wouldnât be risking anything. The only thing you are risking is the chance at happiness you and him can have together.â  I pondered on the thought and I asked him.
âYou really think thatâs what Iâm doing?â
âI know so. Denial doesnât suit you dearie. Promise me youâll tell him your feelings, for all our sakes.â I sighed deeply and said to him.
âIâll think about it.â
âGood. Do it before the end of our recording or else Iâll tell him myself.â He pecked my temple platonically before racing out of the room.
âWhat? FREDDIE!!â I raced after him yelling his name, knowing that he would go about doing that and I had to do whatever it took to stop him.
As the weeks went on, A Night at the Opera was slowly coming along. Â Most of the songs had been recorded, even Brianâs song that I had helped him with which he had decided to call â39. Â Now our main focus was Freddieâs piece âBohemian Rhapsodyâ.
And let me tell you already, that was the song that was taking the longest to record due to Freddieâs perfectionist vision for this song. Â He had us do multiple takes of each part from either voice recording, guitar playing, piano, bass, drums anything until it was up to par for his vision of the song.
Right now Brian was doing his guitar solo that he himself had actually written for the song. Â He ran it by Freddie and he allowed Brian to show what he had in mind. Brian was now behind the booth playing his solo right after my piano playing and Freddieâs second verse.
Seeing Brian in his element, playing his red special and playing what he wrote, it made me just fall deeper in love with him. I bobbed my head along to the solo with my eyes closed and just let his beautiful guitar take me away to paradise.
By the end of the solo, Deacy stopped the track and Brian asked.
âWhat next?â
âThat was pretty damn good. Brilliant. I love that.â Freddie said but he forgot to hit the button on the microphone so Brian couldnât hear him.
âPress the button Freddieâ Brian said into his guitar mic. Our music supervisor Roy who actually helped us record our first album told Freddie what to press while Freddie bragged on saying that he knew where it was before pressing the button and teased out.
âKnock, knock.â
âGoodâ Brian said.
âItâs good ummâŚyou know play it like you wrote it.â Freddie said.
âWell I did I wrote that part.â Brian said.
âTaking the piss.â Brian mocked out a laugh and said.
âOkay, are you happy?â
âI think itâs beautiful, just like our lovely (y/n). Itâs almost perfect.â
âAlmost?â questioned Brian.
âYes give it more rock n roll.â
âWell Iâm always up for that Fred.â
âPut your body into it.â
âYeah okay, put my body into it. Iâve got it.â Brian said as he did a cute little wiggle of his hips as he raised a quick cup of water to drink.
âNot like that!â
âNo Iâve got it, Iâve got it. Bit more soul, bit more soul.â
âAlright. Bit more heart.â Freddie answered at the same time Brian was talking.
âIâll do that, are we good to go Roy?â Roy raised a hand up for the all clear and thatâs when Freddie said.
âOh then thereâs the operatic section.â There was silence as he clapped his hands once and continued, âYouâre gonna love it.â
âThe operatic section?â questioned Brian.
âI know. It sounds crazy. I donât know it could be a flop, it could work.â
âI love it Fred. I love it.â Brian said over Freddieâs word as he spoke into his guitar mic for the emphasize on him voting for the operatic section. Â Freddie softly chuckled and said.
âWhat have we got to lose?â
âNothing.â Laughed Brian.
âIf you say so.â
âOkay letâs go.â
âDeacy.â Freddie said as he turned towards Deacy who played the tape back before the guitar solo and Brian gave the solo more soul and this time I felt shivers go up my spine.
Days passed as we kept the recording up, and just like Fred said we were now doing the operatic section of the song. Â It was tedious and strainful especially for me since I couldnât do as high as a normal soprano so thatâs why for all the higher notes we left that to Roger.
Currently he was recording the Galileo parts. Â At the Figaro line, the recording stopped and Roger asked us.
âHow was that?â I turned to Freddie and asked.
âFred?â He turned towards me and said.
âHigher.â Roy rewind the tape and I said into the microphone.
âCan you go a bit higher?â
âIf I go any higher only dogs will hear me.â
âTry.â Freddie answered.
âFreddieâs note sorry.â Said Deacy as he pressed down onto the mic.
âGo on roll the tape.â Roger sighed.
âOverdub 24 of FredâsâŚ.thing.â Roy said as Rogerâs Galileo verse came in.  He did go higher than what he did previous doing overdramatic arm waves.  At the end he asked.
âHow was that? Better?â
âHigher.â Freddie answered bluntly. Â Brian poked his pen in the air signaling to Roger to go higher.
âJesus how many more Galileoâs do you want?â Roger demanded as he removed the headphone off his head and placed them around his neck.
âFreddie wants to do a few more overdubs.â I answered him.
âDo we even have any more tape left?â
âI do have to say the tape is wearing out. It canât take much more.â Deacy said.
âYeah we canât afford much more what are we? Three weeks overscheduled?â Brian answered. Â In the end it took about another hour maybe even 2 of Roger repeating the same four words till it fit Freddieâs vision until he finally said.
âMy nuts feel like theyâre in my chest right now. Are we done?â
âThatâs it honey. He loves you.â I answered him with a grin.
The recording continued and this time we were making better progress as Freddie thought that the first shot at recording the next few lines were what he imagined.
Now all five of us were surrounding one microphone, I was standing between Roger and Brian as we all took each of our operatic sections for the Bismillah and the let me/him go lines. Â Finally at the last note we all had to hold out, at the rock n roll solo, we all couldnât help ourselves as we bounced up and down knocking over the flats behind us.
Freddie and Deacy ended up falling to the ground, Roger nearly tripped over as did I but Brian quickly caught me before I fell over. And the way he was holding me, it was like he was dipping me. Â Our noses almost touching each otherâs as we once again were staring deeply into each otherâs eyes.
Both Brian and I stood back to normal as we both chuckled nervously rubbing the back of our heads.
âSorry bout that.â I said.
âWhatâwhat have you to be sorry for?â
âFor always having to save me from nearly getting myself killed. That is after all the second time Iâve fallen near you.â
âI donât mind saving you though.â He muttered shyly. Â I turned to him and shyly smiled and thatâs when Freddie said.
âOh (y/n) darling, isnât it about time you told something to Brian?â I glared at him and Brian looked to me and I said to him.
âItâs nothing Fredâs just pulling your leg. Much like Roger was several weeks ago. Now then, whose hungry cause Iâm cooking tonight.â
Later that night after a successful recording and dinner, I was in mine and Brianâs room reading one of my favorite books when Brian knocked at the door and I looked up and said.
âOh hey Bri, whatâs going on?â
âNothing much ummâŚ.do you have something warm to wear?â
âIâthink so let me check.â I asked him why as I went over to the wardrobe and tried to find a jumper or something to wear.
âI want to show you something before we leave back for London.â He answered. Â I soon managed to find me my favorite shawl and I took it out and placed it over my shoulders and Brian escorted me out of the home and out into the field.
As we walked up a hill, I soon took notice of a few lanterns that had been laid out lit up so that we could find our way as well as a blanket with a couple of thermoses probably filled with tea or coffee.
âBrianâŚ..did you do all this?â
âYeah, hope I didnât go too big I just thought weâd be a little more comfortable on the blanket rather than the grass. And I thought youâd might want some coffee to help keep warm.â
âNo itâs lovely. Thank you.â We then sat down on top of the blanket and I took one of the thermoses and opened it up and took a sip of the coffee inside. Â It was nice and warm, just what this cool night needed. âSo what is it that you needed me out here for?â
âFor this.â He answered as he turned the lights from the lanterns off and he scooted over close to me.
At this point my heart was racing and I thought I was going to be ravished by Brian right here right now. âLay back and close your eyes.â Oh my god he is going to ravish me.
âWh-what?â
âDo you trust me?â he asked. Â Even through the darkness of the night, with the only light being from the full moon I could still see Brianâs eyes showing no ill intentions whatsoever. I nodded and so I did as he asked and closed my eyes and slowly lay back.
I felt Brian take hold of my biceps as he helped me lie back, I soon felt the blanket against me as I felt Brian wrap my own shawl around my tighter. Â I then felt him lie next to me as he said.
âOkay, open your eyes.â And when I did, I was greeted by millions and millions of stars. Â I let out a gasp.
In all my life, I have never seen these many stars up close. Â Ever since I was little, my family and I used to always go up to my nanâs country home in South London but when she passed away the home had to be sold and we couldnât go there anymore. So the last time I had ever seen this many starsâ was when I was around 10 years old.
Now I have told this story to Brian, even with our playful arguments about whether space or animal studies were more interesting to study.
âOh Brian itââ
âShh. Just observe. There you can see Ursa Major and Ursa Minor, and of course Orion one of my personal favorite constellations.â He began to give me a little lecture on the constellations. Â Hearing him talk with such passion when it came to anything regarding of space made my heart flutter.
I kept my eyes on him as he continued talking about the stars and the cosmos but then he turned towards me. Â Our eyes locked with each other and I felt this spark go up my arm as I said to him.
âDid you know thatâwhen emperor penguins find a mate, they sing to each other?â
âReally?â He breathed out.
âYeah, theyâfind each otherâs love song and if the song matches with the otherâs then theyâreâŚ..mated forââ As I spoke Brianâs face moved closer towards me before finally his lips were pressed against mine.
It was shy at first but soon it became deeper and more passionate as Brian cupped the side of my face and I gripped onto his shirt with both my hands. Â When we separated, our breaths mixed together and I said to him.
âI love you Brian. I always have but IâI was just too shy to admit it and I didnât want to risk our friendship or ruin the success of the band andââ I was stopped by another kiss from Brian, this time softer and more gentler but it still made my toes curl and shivers run up my spine.
âYou ramble too much.â I couldnât help the laugh that came out of me and he chuckled as well. â(Y/n) darling you donât need to be afraid anymore. Because Iâve loved you from the day I first met you. When I first saw you IâI thought I was looking at a star straight from the cosmos.â I smiled at him and said to him.
âYou are so cheesy.â
âThatâs why I wrote that line in âSweet Ladyâ for you my bright star.â
âWell if Iâm your bright star, then you are my emperor penguin.â He smiled lovingly and leaned forward and we spent the rest of the night making out and lying underneath the stars.
The next morning the guys were starting to pack up and Deacy came up the stairs as he grumbled out.
âWell Iâm ready to get the hell out of here and back into my own bed. I swear that bed in the basement would be better fit for a child.â It was then he took notice of Brian and I on the couch.  His arm wrapped around me and my head resting on his shoulder. âWait are youâyou two areâŚ.â
âYes.â I giggled while nodding frantically.
âOh thatâs great! Iâm happy for you both, and about bloody time too. That means I win the bet.â
âBet? What bet?â asked Brian.
âThe lads and I have been polling on whether or not you two would get together. I said youâd be together before the end of this recording. Freddie betted by the end of it, while Roger said not in this lifetime.â Brian and I were flabbergasted by the news.
âRoger Meddows Taylor! Get your arse down here right now!!!â I cried out. Â Roger soon came walking down the stairs and he said.
âJesus woman whatâs got your knickers in a twist?â I smiled snidely and walked up to him before gripping his ear tightly like how I sometimes do when he gets a little too flirty with the girls back during our smile days and I said to him.
âDid you and the rest of the boys have a bet in regard to Brian and I?â
âJesus Christ (y/n) you know I hate it when you pull on the ear. Ow! Okay yes so what of it!â He yelped as I tugged on his ear. Hard.
âYouâre unbelievable.â
âWell what else were we supposed to do. As Iâve said you two have been pining over each other since I joined Smile.â
âWell jokes on you Rog.â Stated Brian. Â I released his ear and he muttered in pain as he rubbed his ear while I walked towards Brian and he stood up and wrapped his arms around my waist.
âYou now owe DeacyâŚ..how much did you guys bet?â
â100 quid.â Answered Deacy.
âAre you joking?!â snapped Roger.
âNope.â the three of us answered. Â Roger grumbled and paid Deacy the 100 quid then he finally turned to us and he said.
âBut I am happy that you both are together. Truly. Just donât let me catch you snogging or shagging each other.â
âWhy? This means itâll be payback for all the times youâve been with your girls, donât you think so my big penguin?â I said as I looked up to Brian.
âYes I suppose it does, my little penguin.â He cooed as he kissed my forehead which immediately grossed both Deacy and Roger as the two of them headed out with their bags. Â We both couldnât contain our snickers and quiet laughter then I said.
âCome on, weâve got to go pack now otherwise theyâll leave without us.â
âWhy not let them? Then weâd finally have this quiet little house all to ourselves. Making beautiful music together, if you catch my drift?â he winked cheekily at me and I smacked his arm and said.
âYou dirty rotter!â
âYou know you love me.â He whispered seductively in my ear as he tried to seduce me with soft kisses around my upper neck and words of love.
âIâm not sure if I do after that.â I turned around and cupped his face in my hands and seductively kissed his lips. Â He moaned into the kiss as his arms left my waist as his hands were now cupping my face. Â Once I had him right where I wanted him, I raced up the stairs toward our room, and it only took a split second for Brian to call out.
âYou cheeky little minx!â He chased after me up the stairs and into our room. Â My laughter echoing through the entire hallway of the house.
*1976. Sydney, Australia*
It was now the start of our next world tour. Ever since the explosion of Bohemian Rhapsody with the public, everyone around the world knew the name Queen. After getting out of Fosterâs grip when he had rejected our song and I bet right now heâs kicking himself in the balls for letting go of the biggest rock group ever rising.
As for me and Brian, wellâŚâŚ
I was sleeping on the bed when I felt a mess of curls nuzzle into my neck and I felt soft kisses trail up and down my neck. I stirred and turned around to see him holding me close around my waist as I felt him continue his trail of kisses.
âGood morning my love.â he said as he looked up at me.
âMorning.â I moaned out tiredly as I stretched myself out. I then turned to look at Brian and I said to him, âWhy did we wait so long for this to happen? We couldâve been doing this for years by now.â
âBecause for scientists we are both completely incompetent. But it doesnât matter, weâre together now though. And thatâs all that matters to me.â He said as he lightly pecked my temple before taking my right hand and slowly clasping my hand with his. Â He lifted our entwined hands to his lips and kissed each of my knuckles delicately. My heart was all a flutter and the butterflies (no moths would be a better term), the moths in my stomach were fluttering like hell.
Once he was done delicately kissing my knuckles, he soon came on top of me and I now lay on my back staring up at the man Iâve loved for so long. Â I lifted my right hand to stroke and playfully swat with my index finger his luscious curls.
âI canât believe I get to wake up to you every morning.â I said.
âBelieve me love if anyoneâs lucky here, itâs me. I get to wake up to the most beautiful girl in the galaxy.â I scoffed at his cheesy astrophysics pickup lines but I kept a loving gaze up at him. Â He leaned down and softly captured my lips with his and just as he was about to deepen the kiss, a knock was suddenly heard at the door and Rogerâs voice said.
âOi you two get up! Weâve got to get to the concert hall and rehearse! You both can shag after the show!â we both glared at each other and I said.
âHow much would it take to replace Roger?â
âNot a whole lot Iâd wager.â Brian stated.
That night another concert began and everyone from Australia sang along to all our new songs. Â Now came that time of the show for Freddie and Brian to do âLove of my Loveâ with Brian at the 12-stringed acoustic guitar.
As usual Brian warmed up with some chords of the song and just before Freddie was about to sing he suddenly made an announcement.
âYou know this time around, weâre gonna mix things up a little bit. Can we have the lovely (Y/n) Staffell at center stage please?â My eyes widened and I turned to Deacy and Rog who only gestured me to go down.
I walked off the drum risers and a spotlight followed me as the crowd cheered.
âAhh there you are my dear, now can we please get a seat for her?â Soon a stage handler came out with a four-legged stool much like Brianâs just a bit smaller. Â âThank you dear,â Freddie said to the handler, âAlright (y/n) you sit here,â Freddie helped me into the seat and I asked him.
âFred whatâs going on? We didnât rehearse this.â
âLadies and Gentlemen this time around Iâd like to introduce Brian May for the lead vocals of Love of my life, and heâd like to dedicate this song to our lovely keyboardist and pianist (Y/n) Staffell.â The audience applauded loudly and I turned to Brian who only smiled at me lovingly before beginning to play the song.
After the introduction was done, Brianâs soulful voice went into the microphone as he began to sing while staring right at me, the crowd sung along. Â As usual when this song was played, we had the audience sing to us loud and proud and I actually turned towards the audience hearing them sing.
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*Brian*
Love of my life, you've hurt me You've broken my heart
And now you leave me *Crowd*
Love of my life, can't you see? Bring it back, bring it back Don't take it away from me,
Because you don't know What it means to me
     Tears filled my eyes as I turned back towards Brian.  The crowd applauded at the end which gave Brian the time to lean towards me and whisper in my ear.
    âI love you.â He then kissed my cheek which elected into more cheers from the audience before he started up the next verse of the song.  This time he and the audience shared the song in a perfect blend.
*Brian*
Love of my life, don't leave me You've stolen my love, you now desert me *Brian & crowd*
Love of my life, (can't you see?) Bring it back, bring it back
*Crowd*
Don't take it away from me Because you don't know What it means to me
*Brian and crowd*
You will remember When this is blown over Everything's all by the way When I grow older I will be there at your side to remind you How I still love you
*Crowd*
I still love you
     As he held the note along with the crowd, they cheered but Brian suddenly stopped playing.  I looked at him confused, that was until he took the guitar off his shoulder and Freddie suddenly came in and took it as Brian now got down on one knee.
    I could hear shocked screaming from some of the audience members, but of course I was just dead frozen right there in my seat.  My heart stopped and I swore I thought I was going to pass out. Freddie handed Brian a microphone and Brian said.
    â(Y/n). I have known you all my life. Youâve been there with me since the beginning and you never once left my side. No matter how crazy things got whether our fights were about music, or whether biology or astrophysics was the better science field of study.â I choked out a laugh as the crowd merrily laughed. âYouâve been my best friend, my harmony to my melody, the love of my life. You once told me back on Rockfield farm over a year ago that emperor penguins found their soulmates through song. And now, I want to ask you through this song,â
    He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet black box.  The crowd went absolutely nuts as I held my hands over my mouth as I was physically sobbing hysterically.
    He opened it and inside it revealed a beautiful diamond engagement ring.  It was a nice size rock, not too bit but not to small.  He always knew I never liked big flashy diamonds.  It was on a golden band with two smaller diamond embedded right underneath the main rock.
    âWill you, (Y/n) Staffell become Mrs. (Y/n) May?â The crowd screamed at me to say yes and all I could do was sob.  Too emotional to even say it, I nodded frantically and soon the audience was in an uproar.
    Brian smiled at me before taking the ring out and placing it on my wedding finger. Once it was on, I fell off the stool and embraced Brian as I buried myself into his neck and wept.  When we separated, he cupped my face and kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose before finally capturing my lips with his.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed each other passionately and the audience just kept cheering and awing at us. Â Once air became a dire need, we were forced to separate and I took notice of the mic. I took hold of Brianâs wrist and held it up and as best I could Brian and I sung the last couple lines together.
Our foreheads touching each otherâs as we stared deeply into each otherâs eyes.
*Me and Brian*
Love of my life Love of my life Ooh, eh
I wept once more and Brian brought me close to him kissing my head as the audience cheered loudly.
âLadies and Gentlemen of Sydney please give it up one more time for Mr. and Mrs. May!â Freddieâs voice said into his microphone. The crowd cheered once more but my focus never left Brianâs as he kept my face cupped in his hands and we kissed one more time.
After the concert, Brian and I were in our shared hotel room once again having a private celebration of our engagement. Â I lay there in my bed, the sheets covering my body while Brian stood by the table in just his boxers pouring the champagne into two glasses for us.
âI still canât believe one day Iâm going to call myself Mrs. (Y/n) May.â I said.
âWell itâs best you believe it darling. Iâm hoping we can have the wedding immediately once the tourâs done. That is if itâs not too soon for you.â He said the last part concerned.
Well weâve got about 2 months left of the tour and after that god knows where Queenâs gonna go after that. Â Might as well get it over with in case we have to keep postponing it.
âI donât mind. Iâm not looking at a big wedding anyways. Just a few friends, family and as long as Iâm wearing a white dress and youâre all dapper up in a tux. Thatâs all that matters to me.â
âThen weâll tell the guys in the morning. For now,â he was now lying in front of me facing me on his side as he handed me my champagne glass. âTo us Future Mrs. May.â
âTo us, Dr. May.â I said as we both clanged our glasses together not once breaking eye contact as we doused down our champagne like a shot of whiskey. Â We set out glasses aside and Brian leaned forward and captured my lips with his.
Soon the rest of the night was spent making love to each other, feeling each otherâs body and praising one another with words of love. Â Of course that morning we got some complaints from Roger since he was technically our next door neighbor but both Brian and I knew that he was happy for us.
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ALL WE HAVE IS NOW EPILOGUE// TOM HOLLAND X READER
Summary: Y/N is living the Hollywood dream but is conflicted with her feelings when her old flame comes back around..
Word count: 1.5K đ
A/N: I still canât believe this is the final part but since the last part was so angsty, I thought I would give you guys the ending Y/N deserves. I know I only posted the last part last night but Iâm ready to move on hahaha. ANYWAY IâM SUPER EXCITED FOR MY NEXT FIC, TAKE A GUESS WHAT ITâS ABOUT YâALL.Â
PART1 PART2 PART3 PART4 PART5 PART6 PART7Â PART8
warnings: nothing reallyÂ
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Itâs been almost a year since filming wrapped, and just like everyone predicted when Oscar season came around you couldnât believe it. You had been nominated in the Actress in a Leading Role category, and so did Emma but you werenât surprised that she was nominated. The day of the whole event was a blur, you wanted to bring Zendaya but she was already going with someone else.
Nonetheless, it was exciting, you didnât know if you were gonna win or not, considering you were up against amazing nominees. To even be on the nominee list was more than a dream, and it was coming true.
Y/N and TimothĂŠe decided to go together seeing that it was only appropriate. She decided to wear green in homage to her character and he decided to color coordinate too as he wore the same color.
You hadnât seen Timmy since filming wrapped, he immediately went to go shoot a movie called Call Me By something, you couldnât put your name on it. But filming with him during Wicked was so platonic, you had remained friends but nothing how you both used to be on the first film.
No hookups, nothing. Just friends, so seeing him today shouldnât be weird, just a nice reunion. You and Manny had picked him up from his hotel in the limo, you both exchanged hugs and small talk. He started smoking from his vape but you didnât want to get high, you wanted to really remember the night.
Arriving on the carpet was surreal, you were nervous. Shit, you couldnât even describe how you felt. As soon as your foot hit the ground, the lights almost blinded you but every flash felt like your dream was coming closer. You walked down the carpet, striking a pose every so often, showing off yourself and your hard work through this night.
Timmy was ahead of you on your left as you took photos, he looked confident like heâs done this before. You smize as you scan the paparazzi in front of you, your name being yelled through the card in every direction, and you felt butterflies as soon as you heard the name. You could hear the paparazzi sprinkling Tomâs name in the mix, the butterflies sinking in every time.
The first thing you notice when you turn your head is Tom fixing the button on his sleeve by his wrist, he is smiling at the paparazzi and then occasionally tightening his lips. Your hands tighten on your waist from the tension you feel, there was nothing more you wanted in this moment was to go up to him and feel close again but you couldnât.
Youâre knocked out of your thoughts by Timmy grabbing your wrist, âHey, letâs head inside yeah?â Youâre still staring at Tom who hasnât noticed you yet, and you let out a crooked smile and then look back at Tim, âYeah, letâs go.â
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The inside of the venue was drop dead gorgeous, the stage was beautiful and so were all the people that are a part of the academy. Seeing your favorite stars all in one place felt amazing, you didnât feel worthy.
You sat next to Timmy during the show since you were both nominated, and once the show started
Jimmy Kimmel started with his monologue. He was poking fun at everyone in the crowd, including you. âY/N L/N is here tonight as well, she is nominated for her first Oscar for her portrayal as Elphaba in Wicked.â
You could feel the cameras and everyoneâs eyes linger to you, you wave shyly at the camera and you focus back at Jimmy on stage. âY/N, since this is your first nomination, give it a second before you get up if your name is announced. We donât want another mishap.â Everyone in the audience laughs, including you. You remember the iconic La La Land fail and you clap with the joke.
Zendaya came up on stage to introduce a performance, she looked stunning. You were hoping to run into her after the taping.Â
The whole show was a blur until your category came up, your palms began to sweat. Timmyâs category had already passed and he didnât win so you knew you had a feeling you were not going to win. Name after name got called, including Emmaâs name who was nominated for the same film as you.
âY/N L/N in Wicked..â the camera pans to you as you awkwardly smile and throw up a peace sign at the camera, you look at TimothĂŠe who is clapping with the crowd. Meryl Streep pulls the card of the envelope, âAnd the Oscar goes to..â
Itâs like the whole world stopped in this moment so you could hear your name being said by Meryl. You won, you actually fucking won. You hand shot up covering your mouth, you couldnât believe.
Timmy basically had to grab your hands because you werenât standing up. You grabbed your dress and lifted it as you walked up the stairs to accept your award, pictures of you in character were displayed on the screen.Â
Was this really happening?
You take the award from Meryl, and give her a hug and you walk up the microphone, âI canât believe such an icon just gave me my award.â There are giggles spread across the crowd as you look down at the Oscar in your hand.
You gulp, âI just want to thank the Academy for this honor. I am also so honored to be nominated with the woman in this category..I-â and before you could continue it was like this next moment was supposed to happen. You saw Tom in that crowd, staring at you with the biggest smile on his face, he was proud of you and you could feel your heart beating slower and faster at the same time at the sight of him.
A tear manages to escape your eye, âBeing able to play Elphaba has been the biggest dream of my life, and the fact that I was able to play her and win an Oscar is more than I have ever dreamt for.â You clear your throat, and claps move across the crowd as you grip on your award tighter, âI never realized how much I related to Elphaba until the first day of filming, and before I leave the stage I want to leave you with one of her lines in the film.. âEveryone deserves the chance to fly..â and I can honestly say that Iâve flown so far and Iâm not stopping anytime soon. Thank you, have a goodnight.â You turn around and walk off stage with Meryl, making small talk.
When you make it off stage you take a few photos and then head back to your seat, Timothee and Manny are in awe of your award. The show is still on commercial break so you and your friends are talking about what just happened, and that is when you feel a hand touch your shoulder. You turn to see whose hand it is, and there he is in the flesh, âTommy..â you immediately stand up and go in for a hug.
He pulls away while he still holds onto your waist, âDarling, you look beautiful. I just wanted to congratulate you.â Your hand rests on his shoulder, he smells like just how you remember like mahogany and vanilla, âThank you.â
There is a pause between the two of you until you whisper, âYou look good, Tom. Iâve missed you.â He tightens his lip into a smile, and leans toward you âMe too.â You both chuckle in sync, and then he looks over your shoulder, âHey mate..â You turn back to look at Timothee approaching you, youâre getting nervous because the last time these two were together they were throwing hands.
Tom puts out to shake his Timmyâs hand and he shakes it in return, âSorry about the loss, there is always next year..â Timmy nods with a smile, âYeah, itâs no biggie man. There is always next year.â
âCan we get a picture of you three?â
You hear the voice of a photographer and you all huddle up for a pose, you sandwiched between the two.Â
Maybe you three could all somewhat be civil in the same room.
Timmy says a quick goodbye to Tom as he heads backstage to present an award, and you turn back to face the brown haired man, âI canât believe you kept it a secret that Spider-Man dies.â He laughs, âYeah, I did..surprisingly.â He brings his hand behind his neck, and lets out a small cackle.
The announcer comes on the speakers and asks everyone to make it back to their seats, and as youâre about to say goodbye to Tom he chimes in, âIâd like to take you out after this, if youâre okay with that..â You nod with a tight smile, âYes...Iâd like that a lot.â He punches his palm lightly in success and walks away as you take your seat.
You were ready for whatever was to come next. Â
A/N: Wow. I canât believe itâs OFFICIALLY over. I think the epilogue is suuuuper cheesy but I wanted a somewhat happy ending. You guys can decide what happens to Y/Nâs future from here. Anyway, send me your thoughts, critiques, my asks are open! Love ya guys! - Amy đ
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We donât talk anymore
Prompt: I wanted to send a request for the song fic if you're still taking them. Can I request "We don't talk anymore" Charlie Puth ft Selena Gomez? Just some ansgt and then some fluff?
A/N: It was really great to write this... sorry it took me forever, I wanted it to be great. I hope you like it and sorry if itâs a bit long.
Warnings: widow reader, fluff, angst. Youâre Chrisâs age.
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ây/n, right?â my sister asked me. We were on a family dinner and suddenly the exâs topic came. It was my turn.
âShe was adorable, son, have you ever talked to her after?â I smiled.
âOf course not, come on, guys! We donât talk anymore. She was my high school sweetheart, I havenât heard of her in, what? Twenty years?â I shrugged giving the chance to tear another past relationship. But the truth was that I felt curious for her. We spent many amazing things, but we didnât share dreams. We took different paths. And it was fine⌠until now.
 I didnât sleep that night wondering about her. We lost contact. We were so naĂŻve, we believed that it was going to last. That we had something to live by, to fight for. But it was just an innocent thing. My mind processed pictures of our holding hands. Her curly hair moving in the air and the floral smell that she used to have. Her sweet giggling after one of my many bad jokes. Her shaking body undermine after our first encounter. I recalled the way she couldnât hide anything, she had one of the strongest looks ever, and she showed every feeling through her look. She used to have the sweetest lips, and the smoothest, snow white skin. How could I forget her? How could she make me feel the same even when sheâs probably not the same girl? Howâs possible that this feeling still alive?
 âOh, baby, you received a letter from your old high school, do you want me to send it to you?â my mom inquired through the phone.
âItâs fine, you can open it and send me a pic because Iâm not in a stable address right now, momâ
âAlright, let me see where I saved itâŚ. oh, here it is.â I heard the paper tearing. âItâs a reunion. Next monthâŚâ
 I was nervous. Even when Iâve done bigger things. I felt anxious. I was going to see her again, what if she goes with her husband? What if she still mad at me? I literally stood in the parking lot ten minutes after I parked. I felt like a teenager again. I wasnât Chris the actor, I was Chris the student and (ex) boyfriend. I decided going without the tie and started to walk to the gym.
I didnât recognize most of the guys and girls I used to hang with. They were totally different. They gave my name and a drink the moment I got there. I wasnât that social in the school, but suddenly, everybody was my friend. I was talking with one of the football stars. He had a belly bigger than the ball. I heard someone calling her name. I tried to reach the voice, but there was a lot of people. I excused myself and went to the restrooms. In my way, some of my classmates asked for a picture. And after a flash, I saw her. My anxiety was gone because she was shyly standing in front of me.
She was different. She wasnât using a bang and brides. She had her hair lighter and clear forehead. She used to wear her faded jeans and my shirts that were bigger than her. Now she was wearing a long skirt and a tight white shirt. She was radiant. She was a woman now. A breathtaking, gorgeous and clumsy lady. I took the last picture and I excused myself. But some guys ran into me and I couldnât say no. Until Marisa came closer. She hugged me and, again, asked me for a picture.
âWhat can you tell me about y/n? I saw her but I didnât talk to herâ she smiled.
âShe came because I begged her to. Since her husband died, she doesnât like to go out much. She has to child, his name is Billy, and heâs so adorable. Maybe you should ask her those things, talk to her.â I held my breath, so, this is what happens when life, you know, happens. I recognize her dress and my way to her.
âHiâ I murmured, she turned around and smiled with that perfect, sweet smile.
âChris Evans, wow!â she spoke. She left her drink and hugged me. Her body wasnât the body of a teenager, mine either, but the difference was that mine reacted like a teen boy. I held her and she took distance. âI didnât think Iâd see you around. I wanted to say hello, but all your friends were there, soâŚâ she apologized and I laughed.
âYeah, right, friends⌠you should remember my friends. I canât believe it, youâre soâŚâ she laughed this time. Until her cellphone rang.
âOh, hold on, itâs my babysitter, I need to get thisâ she excused herself and made her way out of the gym, obviously and ridiculously followed her. What the hell was I doing? I mean⌠I needed to know more, if she was doing fine, if she was happy, if she accomplished her dreams of become a teacher.
After three minutes, she came in.
âHey, everything ok?â y/n nodded.
âSort of, I got to go. I need to call my uber, I didnât bring my car, itâs not like I wanted to get wasted itâs just that⌠I donât drive if I drink because of Timâ She quickly spoke while typing. âAnd Iâm talking out loudâ I smiled like an idiot.
âYes, some things never changeâ she nodded.
âItâs a bad habit. Anyway, it was good seeing youâŚâ she approached and hugged me and when she made her distance again I cleared my throat to say the only thing that came to my mind.
âI wouldnât mind to take you home, if thatâs ok with you, of courseâ she smiled, and I recognized that smile, she was touched.
âChris, this is just getting started, I donât think youâd like to miss all the fun. Itâs very sweet of you, but you donât have to. This app is a blessingâŚâ
âThatâs not a problem, Iâd rather being with you for a little while than spend my night with my friendsâ I responded ironically.
  âYouâre not marriedâ she said out of the blues, ice breaking the car.
âIâm notâ I added as I stopped on the lane.
âWhy not?â I shrugged and kept driving.
âI guess I havenât found the magic I felt sinceâŚâ I stopped before saying something stupid.
âSinceâŚ?â
âWell, since the last time I felt like that. So, tell me, what do you do now?â I changed the topic.
âIâm a kindergarten teacher. As I planned and dreamt. And I donât ask you because I know you did it. And did it in a big way. I couldnât be happier for you.â I smiled.
âItâs not a big deal, I love what I do, I really do. Ok, itâs my turn to ask⌠I heard youâre having a problem with the babysitter, Iâm guessing you became a mom and a wifeâ she smiled and looked to the other way. I continued driving.
âYes, Iâm a mom. Billy is four years old. And Iâm or was a wife, until my husband died two years agoâ
âOh, y/n, Iâm sorry to hear thatâ
âItâs ok. Weâre moving on, itâs what my husband wouldâve wanted. Itâs here.â I parked and opened my door to open hers.
âSoâŚâ I whispered.
âWould you like to come in? I could make some coffee before you come back to the reunionâ she asked. I nodded.
âA coffee sounds really niceâ
 The babysitter left, y/n went up and came back with slippers.
âBillyâs asleep. So, tell meâŚâ and then, the conversation began. It was like traveling through time, but more mature. We were adults now, talking about life, adventures and minor stuff.
âI had forgotten how much I loved talking to youâ I said out of the blues. I saw a little guy in the kitchen entrance. And for my luck, he was hearing an avengers pajama.
âMommy, bad dreamâ his sleepy eyes were the same color of y/n.
âOh, come here, sweetheartâ he rose her arms and she picked him up. âIâm sorryâ she murmured. I smiled and grabbed the two cups and washed them.
âYou donât have to do thatâ
âMommy, who is him?â he was so adorable. Her curls were heritage from her.
âHeâs a friend. His name is Chris. Say helloâ he said hello with his hand.
âCan I hug him?â he asked her mom. She smiled.
âYou can ask him if thatâs okâ
âCan I hug you? I was having a bad dreamâ it melted my heart, I nodded and opened my arms for him. We kept talking until he fell asleep in my arms.
 We were on her door. She had put Billy in his bed. And during that time I felt my heart racing, should I ask her out? I mean, why not? But was it right?
âGoodnight and thank you, Chrisâ I leaned and kissed slowly her cheek.
âNo problem, y/nâ I gave her my back and started to make my way to the car.
âChrisâŚâ I heard her. She walked as I turned back.
âYes?â
âIt was good seeing youâ she smiled.
âIt was good seeing you too, I just wish we could see each other again. Would you like that? Maybe we could go for an ice cream with Billy?â she smiled.
âChris⌠you donât have to do this. Youâve been so nice with us. But you donât have to feel like Iâm forcing you to do this. Itâs ok. IâŚâ
âI understand that, but Iâd like to do it. Iâd really like to. Because youâre you, and I love being with you, even after all these years, after not talking⌠we have the same connection, y/n, you canât ignore that. And I donât want to come back to my life knowing that I had the chance to be in your life. I donât want to be at the point of not talking anymore and daydreaming about how you areâ
âIâm not. I just⌠Chris, itâs not the same. Weâre not 17 anymore. Youâre a worldwide star, Iâm a kindergarten teacher from our hometown. It was good, tonight was good. But I donât fit in your life now.â She rose and kissed my cheek. I saw her walking away. She closed the door and I made my way towards her. I knocked. Once she opened I cleared my throat.
âHello, Iâm Chris. I donât know you at all, I donât know anything about different worlds or different lives, I just know that I want to know you again. Please.â Her eyes were full of tears. She smiled and extended her hand.
âHello, Iâm y/n. Iâd like to meet you again, Chris.â
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