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cilldaracailin · 3 years ago

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We Are The Champions

Hello my Tumblr lovelys,

Happy Weekend!

Here is the next part of this Robyn and Taron story. Thank you for all the read and comments and love so far :)

Suze xx

Disclaimer - As always I don’t know Taron and this is all fiction.

“A happy home is heaven.”

Robyn grabbed her bag and once back in Taron’s old room, closed the door and quickly stripped out of the hot Elsa costume. Taron had left her clothes on the bed and from her bag she pulled a clean fresh set of underwear and a toiletry bag. Although she had been in Taron’s bedroom in London and Aberystwyth many times, being in his childhood bedroom felt a little awkward to her and she walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, turning the dial to a colder setting. She quickly took off her makeup and pulling out a shower cap from her toiletry bag covered her Elsa plait. She didn’t need to wash her hair and once it was covered in the plastic, stripped fully down and stepped into the cooling water. It was a quick three-minute shower to freshen up and once dressed, pulled her blue converse onto her feet and spritz some perfume. She was more than thankful for Taron’s thoughtfulness as she made her way down the stairs, she could see everyone seated at the table under the gazebo.

She came to stand beside Taron who was at the edge of the covered tent. “Thanks for grabbing some clothes.”

“No worries. Nice to be dress up free?”

“As much as I love Elsa, God yes. Maybe I can get some sun now.” She held her arm next to his. “You have already gotten a head start on me.”

“Won’t take you long to catch up. I have seen you tan before.” He lifted his hand and tapped her nose. “I am looking forward to seeing my favourite freckles come back.”

Robyn didn’t get a chance to reply as Tina and Guy came out, Guy carrying a large birthday cake, the two singing Happy Birthday, everyone joining in with the song and Guy placed the cake in front of Mari, both her parents standing behind her. Robyn gave Taron a push to go and stand with his family and he took his place in-between his family. She walked around to the other side of the table and taking her phone out, took some pictures and as Mari blew out her candles, getting a beautiful shot of Tina and Guy kissing each of Mari’s cheeks and one of Taron too doing the same thing. She continued to take photos as Mari cut her cake first and as Guy cut the cake into slices, Tina handed out the chocolate sponge to all the guests, Robyn sent on the photos to Taron.

“Cake?” Tina asked handing her over a plate and plastic fork.

“Please. Thank you.” Robyn took one of the plates from her. “I can help you with those.” She pointed with the fork to the other plate in her hand.

“This is for Taron.” Tina saw Robyn glance to Taron who was happily eating a slice of cake already. “Do you need to ask? You bake him cookies.”

Robyn chuckled. “True. Cake looks lovely.”

“It’s not rainbow cake but it’s one of Mari’s favourites.”

Robyn ate a bit and quickly agreed. “Delicious.”

“Maybe not as good as homemade chocolate cupcakes with a honeycomb shard.” Tina winked, enjoying the adorable little grin that filled Robyn’s face. “Like I told you earlier. You spoil him.”

Tina walked away, handing the last plate she carried to Taron as walked past her, giving him a warm smile. He stopped at Robyn, standing by her, nudging her with his shoulder, getting one back in return.

“So, party’s been a bit of a bore then.” He said eating some cake. “Cake’s a bit shit.” Robyn laughed loudly, giving Taron’s shoulder a hard push, sending him off balance a little. “Hey watch my cake!”

“Thought the cake was shit!” Robyn replied still laughing.

Taron made a point of eating a large piece, licking the fork too, grinning as Robyn pushed him again. “It’s not white chocolate chip cookies.”

“I think you may be a little obsessed with those cookies.”

Shrugging, Taron stretched forward to place his empty plate on the table. “First thing I ever tasted that you baked.”

“It is still a great cake.” Robyn said eating the last bit on her plate. “So, what has Mari planned next?” She asked.

“I have no idea. I am pretty sure just lazing about in the garden.”

“Is that what Mari wants or Taron wants?”

“Taron. Definitely Taron.” He said smiling.

“Taron?” His head turned as he heard his name called by his mam. “Will you give me a hand clean up?”

“So, sitting in the sun then?” Robyn teased, seeing his shoulders fall a little. “I can help you and we will be done quickly.”

“I think you deserve a sit in the sun after all you have done for Mari today, my mother won’t let you help.”

“Well tough because I am going to.” Robyn stepped forward to the empty table and started to gather up the plates, ignoring the stare she knew she was getting form across the table and carried a stack of paper plates back into the kitchen and into the bin.

Between the four adults, they soon had the table cleared and set up with a new table cloth, Tina setting it for six for later on in the evening, the rest of her family and Robyn helping while the girls picked and choose what songs they wanted to dance too, all of them jumping around the garden happily. As the party slowly winded down with half an hour to go before all of Mari’s friends went home, the adults sat in the shade chatting, the girls trying their best to drag everyone up for a dance, Robyn eventually giving in, and asking for an old nineties classic Saturday Night, showing all the younger girls how to do the dance, laughing as Taron dragged his parents up to join them. The song ended just as the doorbell rang and Mari’s face turned a little sad as her party came to an end. Robyn watched Taron pick her up, give her and hug and whisper something to her which made her smile and once she was down on the ground again, she gave all of her friends a hug and followed her mam through the house to make sure she said goodbye properly to all of her guests, Guy on her tail too, leaving Taron and Robyn alone in the garden.

“What did you say to her?” Robyn asked, sitting down beside him on the grass.

“Just reminded her about the BBQ for dinner.” He answered picking up some grass and throwing it at her. “Guy got some stuff this morning. They want to make the most of the weather. Apparently, it is supposed to change next week.”

“I feel like I am on holidays.” Robyn said throwing the grass back at him. “A party this morning, a BBQ this evening and then a picnic on the beach tomorrow. Never mind best birthday ever, best weekend ever.”

“It hasn’t been a bad one at all.” He agreed, smiling at Robyn as she had her eyes closed and was looking up at the sun. “You going to need some sun cream?” He asked.

“Not if you want my freckles to come back.”

Taron didn’t have time to give her a smart answer back as he was knocked over by his sisters who came thundered back into the garden, throwing themselves on him, hugging him hard. The garden filled with laughter, Taron’s deep chuckles echoing around the garden as Mari and Rosie tickled him again, the Welshman begging for Robyn to come and help him as he was completely under his sister’s mercy. Robyn watched for a little while, enjoying his laughter, how his eyes crinkled at the corners as he laughed hard and eventually, she took pity on him as he tried to curl up to stop his sisters from getting to his sides and stopped the attack of tickles he was under.

“Took your time!” He breathed as his sisters let him sit up, both laughing at him.

She shrugged at him. “Who am I to get involved in a family dispute.” She gently patted his knee. “Plus, I like hearing you laugh.”

“There is a difference between laughing and choking.”

“Shut up Taron.” Robyn gave him a gentle push and he fell over, curling up again as this time Robyn started to tickle him, getting her hands under his shirt to get to his bare skin, running her fingers around his sides, once again loving the sound of his chuckles. Soon his sisters joined in and as tears started to steam from his eyes, only then did Robyn stop and his sisters too.

“This is not fair.” Taron sat up, rubbing his eyes. “You are the same as the two of them.” He complained.

“Being ganged on by the women in your life?” Guy asked walking over with a smile. “Thought you would be used to that by now.”

“Robyn is a bad influence on my sisters.” He groaned, groaning more as the girls around him laughed.

“I happen to think she is a wonderful influence on my family.” Tina came to stand beside her husband, the new silence of just her family laughing and not the excited shouts of eight extra guests so peaceful to her. “Now girls do you want to change? It has been a wonderful party but I think maybe a cool down is needed.”

“No mam!” Mari stood up. “I love my costume.” She ran her hands down her skirt. “Just a little longer.”

“Well ok but before dinner, it needs to come off. You too Rosie.”

“Ok mam.”

“Taron, can we do the Greatest Showman?” Mari asked standing in front of him. “Before I take my costume off?”

“Of course. I did promise you.” Taron got to his feet and held his hands out to help Robyn to hers too. “Mari wanted to play the Greatest Showman soundtrack and have a sing along to the songs.”

“I am totally up for that.” The grin on Mari’s face was still as big as it had been all day but Robyn turned to Rosie. “Only if Rosie will come with us. I think it needs a four-person chorus.”

With a grin, Rosie nodded. “I love that movie.”

“Me too.”

Tina and Guy took a seat and well-deserved drink under the gazebo while their children and Robyn, danced and sang their hearts out to a soundtrack that they had heard many times but it only made them smile to see how happy everyone was, even more so when Robyn and Taron took the duet for Rewrite the Stars, dancing around the garden with each other in a long waltz, singing together, both laughing more than singing, grabbing Mari and Rosie’s hands to make another circle of the garden together.

When they wanted to play the soundtrack a second time, Tina eventually dragged her daughters out of the garden to get changed as Guy got the BBQ heated up and Robyn hauled a chair into the sun on the patio, leaving the two men to cook the food for the dinner Tina had wanted them all to have together. The afternoon sun was beautiful, the heat so gorgeous and such a difference to back home. The temperature of the sun was perfect until something shaded it from her.

“You wanna move there rocketman? I only get two days of this before I am back to the rain.”

“I think I am going to have to insist on sun cream if you insist on sitting right in the sun.” Taron stood with his hands on his hips.

“You want the freckles?” She opened her eyes and laughed.

“What?”

“Dressed for the cooking, I see.”

Taron looked down to the apron he wore. “I need to look the part as chef.”

“Chef? Or sous chef?” Robyn asked, laughing more as Taron’s face frowned. “I think Guy is in charge of the food.”

“Hey!” Taron complained. “I helped your dad last year and nothing went wrong.”

“See sous chef.” Robyn chuckled. “Oh Taron, stop pouting.” She stood up and linked her arm with his, walking him back towards the BBQ. “Go and cook dinner for your family. Do the manly stuff with your step-dad.” She took her arm and gave him a little push.

“You just want to be left alone so you can tan.” Taron said turning back to face her.

“At last you get it!” Robyn chuckled. “I told you, I need to catch up with you.”

Robyn walked back to the chair and sat down and laughed some more as she heard Guy chuckling at his step-son. Back in the sun, Robyn closed her eyes and just smiled. The weekend had been everything and more than she expected and it wasn’t even over yet. It was so lovely to experience a family unit so different from her own and getting to see Taron relaxed and constantly smiling was always her preferred way to see him. Just happy.

Her quiet moment in the sun lasted a few moments more before the girls came running back out, both changed into much more suitable summer clothes, both still on a high from Mari’s party. They went straight onto the grass, picking some more songs to play.

“Those two are not going to sleep for a week.” Tina pulled a chair over to sit beside Robyn. “Not that I am complaining. It has been a wonderful day for them. They were so very excited for Taron to come home. It’s been so long since they have seen him.”

“It must be hard when he is away.”

“In the beginning it was hard to get used to not having him around but I suppose it has gotten easier in a way and I know he is happy and loving what he does and once he is happy, I am happy.” Tina looked to Robyn. “And you know how happy he is at the moment.”

Robyn looked past Tina and to Taron who was flipping burgers on the BBQ, a large smile on his face. “He has been looking forward to this weekend for a long time. A break home is good for him.”

“And maybe because you were able to come too?” Tina teased.

Robyn accepted Tina’s teasing with a laugh. “I am sure he has been keeping his excitement about that on the downlow.”

Tina chuckled. “You know my son so well.” Reaching over she took Robyn’s hand. “Thank you for coming and being so lovely with my family. My girls can be a handful, my son too.”

“Absolutely not. It has been amazing.”

“You can tell me if they get on your nerves, any of them.” She threw her head a little towards Taron.

“Never.” Robyn said firmly. “Perfect gentleman.” She saw the huge grin flood Tina’s face. “What? What is that look for?”

“Only because you feed his sweet tooth.”

The two laughed together, both looking to Taron and Guy as they chatted at the BBQ, the young girls happily running around the grassed garden together. Conversation easily flowed between Robyn and Taron’s mam and there was never an awkward silence between them in the forty minutes they sat on the grass, enjoying the sun and even though Tina told Robyn many times she didn’t need any help in setting the table for dinner, Robyn insisted on helping, carrying out various salads which Guy had bought in the shop when he purchased all the meat for the BBQ. They added two jugs of juice to the table along with a bottle of white wine and some beers. Just as they finished setting the table, Guy and Taron placed four plates of cooked food on the table too.

“Grubs up!” Guy shouted to his daughters who came running, taking a seat at the table, making sure Taron was in the middle of them, telling him loudly he had to sit in-between them.

Robyn could only smile as the family sat down, gentle banter flowing between the siblings and she took a seat on the opposite side of the oval table beside Tina. She accepted Taron’s apologetic look with a smile. It definitely would have been nice to have been able to sit beside him but she didn’t feel anyway put out by being on the opposite side of the table. She knew how close the family were, how this weekend was so very important to them all and was just happy to have been welcomed in.

“So which ones did Taron cook?” She asked, looking at the plates of food in front of her.

“It was a joint effort.” Guy said as he helped himself to a burger.

“So, you supervised all the cooking?” She asked, seeing Taron stop helping his youngest sister take some food from one of the plates.

“Well yeah I suppose.” Guy answered.

“Great.” Robyn used to fork to pick up some chicken. “Once I am sure it’s cooked…”

“Do you really need to finish that sentence!” Taron interrupted her, his face in a little smile. “It’s not the first time I have handled meat.”

Robyn dropped her fork and covered her mouth to try and stop from laughing, but her shoulders still shook and as she heard his parents laughing beside her, she felt she could actually properly laugh, even more at Taron’s face which had turned a beautiful shade of dark red.

“What?” Mari asked. “Why is everyone laughing.” She looked to her brother. “Taron your face is gone red.”

Mari’s words just made everyone else laugh harder and Taron threw himself back into his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah alright, get it over and done with now.”

It took the adults, apart from Taron, a considerable amount of time to settle down and stop laughing at him, Taron pouting the whole time, his sisters at a loss for what was so funny.

“Come on this food is going cold.” Taron stabbed a piece of steak with his fork, dropping it grumpily onto his plate, followed by two pieces of chicken and a lump of potato salad.

Seeing his horribly sad face and grouchy mood, Robyn got up from her chair and walked around to stand behind him, very carefully wrapping her arms round his shoulders and hugging him, placing a soft kiss on his left cheek. “No more sad face.” She kissed his cheek right by his ear. “You can definitely handle the meat.” She whispered extremely quietly to him, immediately seeing his face lift into a grin. “I never doubted you.”

Robyn walked back to her seat and sat down as if she had never left the table, reaching for the bowl of salad to put some on her plate. “So, tell me about these plans for the picnic tomorrow.”

The rest of dinner was a pleasant meal, chit chat traveling around the table with ease, laughter filling the gazebo. Once the family has eaten as much as they could, the girls headed to the grass for a lay down and when Taron tried to escape with them, Robyn pulled on his hand. The four adults got the table cleaned up, the dishes washed and any left-over food wrapped and in the fridge before they joined the girls on the grass, Guy and Tina sitting on the chairs, Robyn and Taron on the grass with the girls. After a few minutes of sitting, Taron moved to lay on his back, his hands on his stomach, his eyes closed, enjoying the late evening sun. The temperature had dropped a degree or two and now finally that he wasn’t running around, he could enjoy the heat of the sun.

His peace lasted about ten seconds before he felt two warm bodies lay beside him. “Taron, can we do the song again?” Mari asked him, poking his side a little. “Please!”

“Mari, let’s give Taron a bit of a break. Me and your dad as well as Robyn and Taron have worked very hard on your party this morning and afternoon and now it is time for us to sit down and have a bit of a rest. You and Rosie can go and dance and sing without Taron.”

“Ok mam.”

Feeling the heat leave either side of his body, Taron tipped his head back to look at him mam. “Thanks.”

“No worries.”

Robyn moved to sit crossed legged beside Taron, her knees touching his right arm, the sun shining right on her as it sank a little lower in the sky. It was the perfect place to sit to soak up the sun and she could already feel the colour of skin changing after the heat of the day and was really looking forward to a day on the beach to get some proper colour on her skin. With no sign of the weather changing back in Kilcreen, Robyn planned to take full advantage of the beach day.

“Any sign of the freckles yet?” Taron asked turning his head to look at Robyn.

“Not too sure.” She answered him. “But you definitely have gotten one or two new ones.”

“Well, you have the day tomorrow to get some. I hope the girls haven’t scared you away with their plan.” Over dinner, Mari and Rosie shared their thorough beach plan which involved very little sitting down and relaxing as Taron had hoped for and shared a look with his mam, praying that his restful beach day wasn’t going to be a repeat of the madness of the birthday party.

“Absolutely not. I can make a brilliant sand castle with a moat.”

“Nothing you can’t do.” He replied, turning his head back and closing his eyes. “Not much sand on Aberystwyth’s beach.”

“And that is why we are going to build a castle of stones.” Robyn nudged his arm with her knee. “And you can sit and relax and catch some more sun.”

He looked to her again. “You are meant to be relaxing too. It’s your weekend off too. I don’t think you want to be entertaining my sisters all weekend, even though I know you don’t mind.”

Robyn looked to the girls who were still bouncing around the garden. As much as she enjoyed her time with the girls, a day sprawled out on the beach sounded like heaven for a Sunday activity. “You know I adore those girls and have had the best day with them…” Robyn’s words trailed off.

“I understand chicken. Sometimes it is nice to sit back and relax.”

“And get a sun tan.” Robyn agreed. “It would be nice to have some colour going back home.”

“You are a proper sun bunny, aren’t you.” Taron chuckled.

Shrugging, Robyn smiled shyly. “Nothing better than sitting on a beach in the sun.” She felt his arm move and saw him cover a yawn, stretching his arms over his head but he recoiled quickly, Robyn seeing his face frown as the movement pained him. “Think we can make a getaway? It has been a very busy day.”

“There are still some hours of sunshine left. Don’t you want to enjoy them?”

“There’s not that many but I don’t want you getting too much sun without any sun cream on.” She lightly tapped his nose. “And on Thursday evening when we were chatting, you promised me a movie night with popcorn, m&m’s and a cuddle.”

A slow smiled rippled through his face. “I did, didn’t I?” He turned his head to look at her.

“I don’t mind if you would rather stay here though. Really.” She placed her hand on his arm. “I know how important your family is and I do love being here with them. It has been the best birthday ever.” She grinned, smiling more as Taron’s own smile grew bigger.

“It has been pretty great.” He yawned again. “Yeah, I suppose we could make a move.”

“Only if you want.” She gave his knuckles a little rub. “I am more than happy to laze around here.”

Taron lifted his left arm to look at his watch. Just after seven, he didn’t realise it was so late in the day but then with all the dancing and dinner preparation, the time had really flown by. “Nah you are right. We have been here since before eleven. Think it is time we made a move.” He moved to sit up and then got to his feet, pulling Robyn to hers too. He walked over to where his mam and step-dad were sitting. “Robyn and I are going to head off.”

“Yeah of course love.” So thankful and grateful for having her son for the whole day, knowing well a part of him would have much rather spent the day with the beautiful woman who had easily wriggled her way into his heart, Tina stood up and gave them both a hug. “Thanks for all the help today. The extra hands and entertainment have been fantastic.”

“No problem mam.”

Mari and Rosie saw their brother stand up and came running over to him. “Are you going?” Mari asked. “We were going to go and get ice cream!”

Taron crouched down to give his sisters a hug. “I will have to have ice cream another time girls. Robyn and I are going home. We have both had a busy week at work and need to get a good night’s sleep before our day at the beach tomorrow.”

“You will be there at ten like us?” Rosie asked, Taron immediately looking to his mother, his eyes wide.

“Now Rosie, your dad and I already told you this week that we would not be at the beach at ten.”

“Then eleven?”

“Taron and Robyn will come to join us when they are ready. We have all day to have the picnic and don’t forget, it is their weekend too.” Tina told her daughters. “They have all morning or afternoon to come to the beach.”

“Taron…” Mari looked to her brother.

“We will be there before lunch Mari, promise.”

“Ok Taron.”

With one more hug to his family, Taron and Robyn made their way into the kitchen of the house, Taron picking up the after sun and gel which were still on the counter top along with his white tank top.

“Just need to grab my stuff. I left it upstairs in your room.” Robyn said stopping at the bottom of the stairs.

“Sure of course. I will wait for you.”

“Go on out to the car. I will be two minutes.”

Robyn ran up the stairs and into the bedroom she had used to change, picking up her handbag and Elsa dress. Walking out of Taron’s old room, her eyeline went to Mari’s bedroom and she took a few quick steps in through the door, looking to the dinosaur tea party, the three plushes were still sitting as they had been when she saw them last. Without a second thought she grabbed Taron’s green dinosaur and made her way down the stairs with her hands full, heading for the front door, closing it carefully behind her. She walked to the car and got in the passenger side, Taron ready and waiting in the driver’s seat, the car started.

“Really?”

“What?”

“Draíocht?” He asked pulling the horn of the dinosaur.

“She is yours.”

“I would have gotten her back.”

“Mari had the three of them set up at a tea party with a place set for cwtch.”

“Ok maybe I wouldn’t have.” Checking his mirrors and blind spot, Taron pulled out of the parking spot. “Thanks for rescuing her.”

“Welcome.” Robyn gave the plush a squeeze. “I know how much you love to cuddle her.” He didn’t answer her but an easy blush rose to his cheeks.

Back at his home, Taron opened the front door and groaned when he saw the Olaf costume in his living room.

“Stupid bloody thing.” He marched into the living room and kicked the Olaf head.

“Hey, Olaf doesn’t deserve that.” Robyn followed him and dropped her stuff beside the couch along with draíocht and picked up the head of the snowman. “Wasn’t his fault you were too stubborn to listen to me, your mam and Guy.”

“I hate that thing.”

Chuckling Robyn carried the snowman head to his spare bedroom. “And I am sure he hates you too.” She called back to him as she walked. She dropped the top of the costume onto the bed and went back to the living room to grab the body of the snowman. “Don’t get in a huff over it.” Taron had dropped himself onto his stomach on his couch, his left arm dangling over the side, his feet over the arm rest. “It all worked out in the end.” She hauled the snowman body into the spare room, leaving it on the floor, closing the door behind her. Taron was still on the couch, his face buried into the cushions. She picked up the white trousers and soggy brown long sleeved top. “You want these?” His reply was muffled but she could definitely hear an angry tone to the smothered words. “I will pop them in the wash?” With no answer this time, Robyn shook her head and threw the clothes into the washing machine. She came back to the couch and knelt down beside him, her hand going to his lower back. “Tired?”

Taron turned his face so he could look at Robyn and thought himself the luckiest man in the world as he felt her slowly rub his lower back, nothing but concern and a smile on her face, along with the smallest hint of new freckles on her nose. “Been a day and a half.”

“Yes it has.” She agreed. “Bundles of energy your sisters.”

“And we have it all again tomorrow.” Taron smiled a little. “Best adoptive sister ever.”

Robyn chuckled at his words. “But nothing compared to their favourite big brother.”

“Their only big brother.” He corrected. “I was hoping for a restful day tomorrow. Just dozing on the beach.”

“And you think I am a sun worshiper.” She moved her hand to tickle his side a little, laughing as he tried to move his body away but the back of the couch was in the way. She let her hand rest on his back again. “And I am pretty sure Tina has a plan for tomorrow that will give you plenty of time for dozing on the beach, under the shade.” She moved her hand up a little rolling her palm over his shoulder blades.

“Sounds perfect.”

“Shall I just leave you to doze here then?”

Taron lifted his head. “Aww shit sorry Robyn. This is normally my time to catch a quick nap on set and I guess my body is just in the habit of it and it is so bloody warm in here after the windows being closed all day.” He moved so he was laying on his side, curling his legs up. “This time yesterday I had just left mams to run home to grab a quick shower before you arrived so missed out on one and today has been mad. Good mad though.” He said with a little smile. “The best.” He reached out to take her hand which was on his side. “Thank you for everything today. You always just do the most wonderful things for my family without question.”

Robyn gave him a shy smile. “It’s so very easy to do.”

“I think I have just hit a wall.” Taron lay his head back down on the cushion. “The heat makes me tired too.”

“As well as the long days on set, the Olaf costume and running around with your sisters acting like Hugh Jackman!” She gently gave his back a pat. “Plus all the delicious food you ate too.” Chuckling, Robyn laughed more as Taron hid his face in the cushion again. “Good thing you didn’t have a beer or two. You’d be properly passed out by now.”

“Not when I am driving.” He lifted his head. “We are walking to the beach tomorrow.”

Robyn shook her head at him. “Sure. You allowed to drink on the beach in Aberystwyth?” Taron’s whole body sighed. “Want to move over a little so I can sit down too?” He didn’t move. “Cup of tea and a cookie?” She smiled as one of his eyes opened. “Re-application of after sun?”

Taron moved so quickly to sit up, his face in a full grin. “Yes please!”

“It is so easy to please you.”

“That sun burn you got today is really starting to show.” He laughed as her face deepened in colour. “Maybe I need a turn to rub in some after sun for you.”

Giving his legs a push, Robyn got to her feet. “There are so many other things you could do for me.” She said to him.

“Like sign a few photos?” He asked as she walked around to the other side of the coffee table to pick up the after sun jar. He had his arms up to protect himself as he waited for the jar or tube of gel to be flung at him but a shoe came his way instead and he laughed hard, catching her other shoe as she threw it at him. “Good idea. It is warm in here.” He kicked off his own shoes. Prepared for the onslaught after his words, he was a bit surprised but still managed to tightly catch her as she threw herself at him, getting to her hands to hold them before she could try and tickle him and as he caught both her hands under one of his arms, it left him one free to use her plan against her and started to tickle her, Robyn trying her very best to wriggle from his grip but Taron held firm, laughing as Robyn begged him to stop, even more so as his hands slipped under her top. “Ticklish?”

“Taron stop! You know I am!” Robyn always knew Taron was strong and he was using every ounce of it to keep her in place against him and as his hand crept around to her lower back, she tried even harder to move away from him. “Taron! No! Don’t!”

Taron loved learning new things about Robyn and as he discovered that her lower back was extremely sensitive, he took full advantage and thoroughly enjoyed the laughter from Robyn as she crippled over in a heap of giggles.

“Taron!” Tears were falling down her cheeks and as she still squirmed under him, she knew she had slipped down his body a little and turning her head, saw how close her face was to his neck and without a second thought stretched so she could kiss him, giving him neck numerous little kisses and just as she knew he would, stopping tickling her when he realised what she was doing. She didn’t count on him completely letting go of her and as she wasn’t holding onto him, slipped from his lap and straight onto the rug, landing with a hard bump.

“Oh, shit Robyn!” He moved to sit beside her but as always with Robyn, she was just smiling, though he hadn’t missed how her hand was now rubbing her lower back under her top. “You ok?”

“Just fine. Evil evil man.” She took her hand from her top and brushed her hair that had fallen from her Elsa plait from her face. “Tickles bad.”

Taron grinned. “I never knew your back was so tickly. No wonder you don’t like massages.”

“Evil man.” Robyn repeated, her whole body shivering a little. “You are getting no more cookies.”

“Good thing I still have a stash to eat and make last.” He giggled as she gave him a hard push with her right hand. “And you call me evil? You play dirty. Kissing my neck.” Taron hoped his sun burn covered the heated flush that was on his cheeks because the sudden kisses to his neck left his skin on fire, his heart racing and every other part of him wishing for more.

“I needed to distract you and look it worked.” Robyn turned a little, sitting sideways. “I am not sorry for them.”

Taron shrugged. “Sorry for the tickles.”

“No, you are not.”

Taron chuckled. “Well, no not really.”

“You can rub your own after sun in now.”

“Oh no Robyn!” Taron whinged. “I can’t reach behind my back. I need your help for that part.” He moved to his knees and took her hands. “We can watch whatever movie you want and you know I make a good pillow and I will make the popcorn, supply the m&m’s and get you a drink of your choice.”

Robyn always had a soft spot for Taron’s eyes from the moment he had stared up at her in the 7/11 as he lay on her legs and that stunning green was so unique along with the flecks of brown just made her internally sigh but every other part of her melt to his every will and wish. “13 Going on 30, salted popcorn, not butter, chocolate m&m’s not peanut and red lemonade.”

Taron’s face lit up until he heard red lemonade. “Wait what? Red lemonade?”

Robyn stood up. “Red lemonade.” She repeated. “I am going to the bathroom. I want to fix my hair and think about if I want a cuddle or not.”

Leaving him sitting on the ground, Taron’s eyes followed her as she walked with purpose away from him and into the bathroom. He grinned as she walked back out a few seconds later and into his bedroom, moving back into the bathroom with her toiletry bag. He got to his feet and ran his hands over his head, his face back in a full grin. He absolutely adored her in every way possible and moving to the kitchen, he swung open the windows to let some air in and then opening one of his presses, took out the microwave popcorn and got one going in the microwave. He happily sighed as he took a large bowl from another press for the popcorn. He loved having Robyn around. He found a smile permanently fixed on his face, always seemed to be laughing and it was such a refreshing break from the seriousness of his work at the moment. Getting another packet of popcorn going in the microwave once the first one was done, he then found the requested chocolate m&m’s but stood puzzled for the red lemonade. He had never even heard of red lemonade and had no idea what drink Robyn meant. He knew it wasn’t wine because as he had learnt quickly, Robyn was not a wine drinker but as he looked through his alcoholic and soft drinks, was really stuck for what she wanted to drink. The dinging of the microwave left him with something he knew he could do and brought the large bowl of popcorn to the coffee table along with the m&m’s he had poured into a smaller bowl. Walking back into the kitchen, he pulled out a bottle of lemonade and then some blackcurrant squash and filling two pint glasses with a mixture of both, hoped it was what Robyn was looking for.

“I opened the windows in your bedroom.” His head turned as she wandered back to him, her hair up in bun. “It is quite warm in there.”

��Thank you. I opened these ones too.” He saw her look to the glasses on his counter. “Red lemonade?” He asked hopefully, seeing that cheeky grin on her face grow when she was up to no good. “Go on, tell me.”

“Nice try but you hadn’t a hope.”

“Well that was quite obvious. What on earth is red lemonade?”

“And Irish stable. You can’t get it anywhere else.” Robyn thought for a second. “Actually, I don’t know if that is true. I am sure you can get a variant in the UK.” She picked up one of the glasses and took a drink. “Nowhere near but the effort is appreciated.”

Taron shook his head but was smiling. “As requested, popcorn and chocolate m&m’s and we can pop on the movie you wanted too.”

“We don’t have to watch that one.” Robyn carried her glass over to the table. “I am happy to watch something we will both enjoy.”

“You pick.” Taron placed his glass beside hers. “I’ll be back in two.”

“Sure, and when you come back, we can do the after sun.”

Taron smiled a little. “Thanks.”

“Like I was not going to.”

Back from the bathroom, Robyn was true to her word and once Taron took his shirt off, very carefully cooled his hot shoulders down with the after sun and gel, adding an extra layer of the gel to really help ease some of the burn he still felt. He put his shirt back on and settled into the couch, rolling his neck a little.

“Only been twenty-four hours rocketman. Give it at least another two days.”

His smile was a little guilty but he nodded. “So, what have you picked?”

Settling on the couch, Taron in the corner with his feet on the coffee table, Robyn beside him tucked up, she picked an action movie she thought they both would enjoy and as the movie hit the hour mark, she had found herself nestled right against his side, his arm thrown over her shoulder both very comfortable and happily content after their little sweet feast. Another half an hour later as the movie wound up, Robyn was overly warm as Taron snoozed against her, her cheek resting on her hair. She would never ever refuse a cuddle or hug from him but with the heat in his flat from the day’s high temperatures and his own raised body heat, she was overly warm but closing her eyes, she enjoyed the closeness with him. It lasted for about ten minutes before she knew she had to move. Last time, he needed the comfort of the cuddle as he lay miserable with sickness but this time Robyn was starting to feel overly flushed and warm. She shuffled out from under him, making sure his head wasn’t uncomfortable and had started to get up when there was a tug on her hand.

“You’re leaving me?”

“Never thought I would say this but sometimes being an electric blanket is not always a good thing.”

“So, I am too hot for you then?” Taron opened his eyes.

“In this heat? Yes otherwise no.” Robyn stood up and stretched a little.

“Thought you loved the heat.”

“I do but my air con has spoilt me.” She stepped closer to him and checked his watch. “Probably should hit the hay.”

“Ugh my room is going to be roasting.”

“Hopefully the opened windows will let some air in. You really need to invest in a fan or something.” She saw Taron sit up a little straighter. “What? What did I say?”

Taron got to his feet, the largest grin on his face. “I knew there was a reason why I loved you!” He placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed her left cheek, just beside her lips before climbing over the couch and jogging into the spare room. “Stupid Olaf!”

Robyn heard him cursing, then a loud metallic screeching noise and Taron came back out of the spare room, jogging around the couch. He slipped his feet back into his runners and left her without a word, back into the spare room, Robyn following out of pure curiosity as he ignored her, walking into the spare room and nearly into a ladder.

“Jesus!” She stopped herself in time, grabbing hold of the wooden step ladder that led into the attic. “Taron?” She called, looking up.

“Bloody genius!” Robyn took a step back as Taron’s face appeared through the gap in the ceiling where the attic stairs folded up. “Will you take this for me?” He handed her down a white pole with a stand attached to the bottom.

Robyn climbed up three of the steps to be able to reach and take the pole from him, still utterly confused and back on the wooden floor, left it on the bed, grinning as Olaf was now on the opposite side of the bedroom on the floor.

“Robyn I bloody love you!” Taron appeared again with a black sack. “It’s a bit heavy but can you take this for me?”

“Yeah of course.” She climbed back up again and took the black sack from him, feeling a bit of weight in it and once back on the floor, watched Taron come down the ladder and close the steps back up. Still without an explanation, Taron thanked her, took the black sack from her and the pole from the bed and headed for his bedroom, Robyn right on heels.

“Taron what are you up…” She stopped as he ripped open the bag and triumphantly, pulled a white fan from the dusty sack. “You have had that the whole time and only realised now that you had a fan because I mentioned the word fan?”

“Yeah!” Taron was busy slotting the fan into the pole, extending it out so it was at its highest. “Like I said genius.” He dragged the fan over to his side of the bed and pulling out the plug for the bedside lamp, plugged the fan plug in and turned the fan on right up to number five, cool air immediately hitting him full on and he closed his eyes and happily sighed. “Fucking perfect.”

Robyn stood at the opposite side of the bed laughing, her giggles making Taron turn around to look at her. “Come on you. Apparently, I am too hot to cuddle. Want to give it a go now?”

With a nod, Robyn stepped up on the bed and walked over to him, accepting his hand to help her down. The cold air was incredible and she wrapped her arms around his waist, still laughing. “Can’t believe you had this the whole time but have spent the last two days suffering in the heat.”

“I forgot about it. I am just never home enough to use it and to be fair, the weather isn’t always like this and I am normally home for longer than a few days in Winter so don’t need it. Delighted I remembered though. I see a brilliant night’s sleep calling my name.”

“You’re a tosspot.” She giggled, giving his shoulder a light kiss. “Absolute nutjob.”

“A cool nutjob.” Taron chuckled. “So, time for bed I think.”

After a quick change and trip to the bathroom, Taron was laying on the bed on his back, the fan directed right onto his skin, gorgeous cool air blowing all over him.

“You are going to get sick if you stay like that.” Robyn leaned against the bathroom door, very much enjoying the view of Taron laying on his bed in just a new pair of light cotton shorts, his body looking incredibly comfortable now that he had cool source of air. He had closed all the windows of his room and even was happy to close the bedroom door too, now he knew his room wouldn’t turn into a furnace during the night.

“Not a chance. So chilly and nice.” Taron replied.

Robyn shook her head and walked over to the fan and turned it down to number two and pulled it away from the bed, directing the flow into the room rather than on Taron.

“Hey, my air!” Taron lifted himself up onto his elbows and looked at her.

“You will get sick.”

“But it’s hot and the air is nice and cold.”

Robyn sat by him and placed her hand on his skin. “And so are you. Too cold.” She lightly touched his shoulders. “Except for here.” She reached over him and picked up the after sun from beside him. “Can I?”

“Sure.” Taron lay back down on the bed, turning over onto his stomach, so happy with his find, so glad he could breathe easily without inhaling stuffy heat and as Robyn sat beside him, massaging the cream into his shoulder’s, everything was perfect. The only thing that wasn’t, was how short his massage was, how quickly Robyn helped once again to keep his burnt skin soft and moisturised. He would have happily enjoyed another gentle massage but Robyn’s concern was only to rub the after sun in for him so did just that.

Robyn washed her hands in the bathroom and looking at Taron’s reflection in the mirror, she could only smile. He was so easy to please and if she had of known a fan would have given him all the pleasure he needed, she would have gotten one for him herself.

“Cookies and cool air.” Switching out the bathroom light, she climbed over his legs, earning a chuckle from him and lay down on her right side beside him as he still lay on his stomach. “Happy?”

“Definitely.”

“Good.” Rolling over she turned out the bedside light and curled up on her side again, the whirling noise of the fan heard over Taron’s deep breathing. She knew there was no point in even starting a conversation with him. He was overly comfortable and beyond excited with his fan and half asleep already. Leaning over, she kissed his hair. “Night rocketman.”

“Hmm night.”

Grinning at his sleepy reply, Robyn closed her eyes and snuggled down further on the pillow. Her day couldn’t have gone better and she knew there was another one coming for her tomorrow.

#Taron Egerton #Taron Egerton Fanfiction #Taron Egerton Fanfic #Taron Fanfic #Love #Friendship #Family #Laughter #Cuddles #Excitement #Heatwave #Feelings #Emotions #Robyn and Taron

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renee-writer · 4 years ago

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Teenage Daughters Chapter 7 Rory Julia

They sit together a bit later, sipping whisky. Gillian and Joe had went home after talking to them and Rory. Gil was quite relieved at how well Rory took the news. Knowing the parents needed to talk, she excused them.

“Ring me if you need me hen.” Her parting words.

Rory had fell asleep after a promise from her dad that they would spend some focused time together over the weekend. Now it was time for Jamie and Claire to talk.

“You being right next door will help, a lot.” Claire says. She sits with her legs tucked up, sipping the whisky.

“Aye. I really want to be fully involved in her life. I know it won’t be easy for you. You have raised her alone all this time.”

“I think it will be both easy and hard. To have someone to back me up when I make decisions like the one about the concert. That will be very nice. But other things, things I am sure we will disagree on. Those will be harder. It will work out though. I am grateful that a unexpected fifteen year old daughter hasn't sent you fleeing.”

“Aye, I think if it had been any of the guys I was with that weekend, they would have. I was raised better. Or it took better. So Claire, tell me about our daughter.”

“She is stubborn. Was even born almost two weeks late.” She smiles a bit at the memory. “They had scheduled a stress test. The midwife was talking c-section. I went into labor, early morning the day of. Called Gillian. Was she decided to come, she didn’t play around. The contractions were two minutes apart by the time we pulled up to hospital. I was a seven, seven centimeters, when checked. Lord transition. They say you don’t recall it, after. They lie. I really thought I was being torn asunder. Gillian’s poor hand was near broke. It took near two hours to push her out. Stubborn. She was born on April 30th. 11:05 in the morning.” He gasps.

“April 30th. The lass almost made my birthday. May 1st.”

“How extraordinary!” She stands, walks over to the bookshelf across the room. “Sorry, should already be showing you these.” She returns with a photo album. “Her first picture.”

He stares at his daughter, covered in the fluids of her first home, her red curls matted to her scalp, as she is lifted up to her mum.

“She was a big girl. Almost nine pounds.”

“Sorry.” He knew that came from his side.

“I named her Rory, in honor of the Scot who started her in me and his red hair “

“Didn't fool you with the dye job?”

“No. Your carpet was still red.” He flushes a bit. “And Julia for my mum. She is Rory Julia Beauchamp. We can add you to her birth certificate and change her last name, if you wish.”

“I do. But let's ask Rory herself. It is her name.” She smiles, continuously impressed by him.

“We shall then. I had saved enough to stay home with her through her first year. Worked only part time her second.” She shows him more pictures. Rory as an infant. “She rolled over at two and a half months. Early. Was early in all her milestones. Crawled at four months. Cruising at six. Took her first steps at nine. Precocious.”

“Nine. Oh that most have been fun.”

“It was. She was soon running. Climbing. Her first word, ball, was around nine months too. Followed quickly by no.”

He laughs. “They all learn that one fast.”

“They do. She is very bright. Was reading at three.” He looks at her startled. “Yes. Reading, reading. Not just repeating memorized books. She is artistic. Loves to draw, paint, sculpt.”

“My mam. She is the artist. Rory gets that from her.”

“I knew it came from your side. I can’t draw a straight line. Art and literature are her favorite subjects. She is a decent science student. Struggles with her maths.”

“I can help with that. Got high honors in math.”

“That would be wonderful. She wants to write and illustrate children’s books. She will be good at it. Scares me a bit though. An uncertain career.”

“You wished her to be a doctor?”

“It would’ve been nice. But I knew by third year that wasn't a realistic goal. But something more steady.”

“If it helps, as my firstborn, she will have shares in Fraser Spirits. She will also inherit half the company. Her future, no matter her career path, is secure.”

She lets a long held breath out and relaxes fully. “Helps, it is like you removed a gaint weight from my back.”

“Good. You have carried the weight and worry of her raising, alone, long enough. I will happily take my share. Now, is there anything she needs, right now? Anything I can get her?”

“Summer clothes. She has outgrown everything from last year. We were going shopping this weekend.”

“How about we all go?”

“You don’t wish to just send us?”

“Is that what you would prefer?”

“No. Not at all. It is just, recall what I said about her stubbornness?”

“She gets it from me. I will match it. Besides, my clod heid has missed enough of her life. I don’t wish to miss a moment more.”

“Thank you.”

“I will have our family lawyer Ned Gowan, arrange for the DNA test, if that is alright? It is just to protect her inheritance. Not because I don’t believe she is ours.”

“That is fine.”

“He will also arrange for you to receive the fifteen years of maintenance I am behind.”

“Jamie, you needn’t do that!”

“I want to do that. She is my child. Her care and support is my responsibility too. You have done it all. Please let me help.”

“Alright. I will give you the information on her college fund. You can deposit it there.”

“As you wish.”

“I am glad it is you and not one of your mates I took to bed that day.”

“Me too. It was a hell of a way to lose my virginity.”

“I wish I would have known. I don't recall being gentle with you.”

“You wasn’t. I didn't complain though.” He moves closer, finding her hand. “There was something that went beyond alcohol infused lust between us. There still is.”

“Rory?”

“She is the result. Not the cause.”

“Jamie, let us see her settled, used to you being her dad before we.. I have been careful about dating around her. My last serious relationship ended over a year ago. She hasn’t know a lot of ‘uncles'. Just two. Frank, my latest ex and a bloke named Philip around the time she was ten.”

“Wow. Impressive.”

“I knew when I decided to have her, she would come first. You being her dad makes it different. But still, I want her used to that before anything more happens between us.”

“You are an excellent mam Claire. I agree. It is very late. I need home. May I come by for breakfast with Rory before school?”

“Of course. Around seven?” He looks at the time and groans.

“Aye. Missed sleep is part of parenthood, after all. One other thing, may I borrow the photo album. To get to know her more.”

“Absolutely. We will get some pictures made for you.” They rise and walk to the door. “Wasn't the dinner you were expecting, eh?”

“No. It was so much better. Thank you for our daughter Claire.”

“Thank you for the same.” He takes her hand and kisses it.

“See you at seven.”

“I will have coffee.” He smiles and walks next door.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #modern au #teenage daughters #rory julia

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sunnyie-eve · 4 years ago

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22 | Bloody Hell

Series: Misunderstood

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: None

I was spending the holidays with the Weasley's and Harry and I couldn't be any happier. "Here we go, Daddy's back." Mrs Weasley rolls her husband to the end of the table and we all clap. She tells us to sit down she starts to hand out presents. When she has trouble handing the twins theirs it makes me laugh at how she still can't tell them apart. I open my gift to see she made me a beanie that was red, green, and white. When she comes back from giving Harry his I he's her wrist, "I love it, thank you Mom." I call her making her get happy tears. "Oh I love you so much. Up up." She pulls me up to give me a hug. "You're the only mother figure I have." I squeeze her back and as we pull away she wipes her tears before going back to normal chaos.

As we were leaving to go back to school Ron was complaining about what his mom made him. "Ronald be grateful will you. Would you be happier if you just got nothing?" I hit his back. "No. By the way great job on making her cry." He groans and Hermione hits him this time. "She made her happy, Ronald. A mother loves it when someone feels like that they are part of the family. And knowing that you all have known each other forever makes it more important to her." I thank Hermione for understanding. "Okay, I see where you are coming from." He puts his hands up in defense. "Good, Ron. Now grab your stuff and Hermione, why don't you go get Harry or we'll run late." She nods her head leaving us, "Usually she's the bossy one, not you." I glare at him. "Sorry." He rushes.

When we get back to school we find out Hagrid is back so we all race down the slope to his hut. As we approach it we hear voices inside and it was clearly Unbridge talking to him. "I will say this one last time. As High Inquisitor and the Ministry's representative I am ordering you to tell me where you've been." She asks him. "I told yer--I've been away for me health." Umbridge leans to look around him but we ducked out of sight "Your health." She repeats him. "Bit o' fresh air, yeh know." He tells her "Yes, as gamekeeper fresh air must be difficult to come by. If I were you I shouldn't get too used to being back. In fact...I mightn't bother unpacking at all." She tells him before walking outside. Inside Hagrid's hut he explains that Dumbledore sent him to find the giants to see if they will be on our side but some death eaters have already tried too. "It's changing' out there. Jus' like last time The storm's comin', Harry. And we all best be ready when she does."

The next morning I walk into the Great hall to see Neville reading the article during breakfast with a frown. I remember him telling me about his parents and that Bellatrix used the Cruciatus Curse to tortured them for information, but they never gave in. I take a seat next to him and move the paper away from him giving him a sad smile. "What's good to eat?" I try changing the subject on his mind but he was still in deep thoughts. "Need a shoulder to lean on?" I lay my head on his. "Thanks but not now but maybe later." He says handing me a toast and I take it. "Harry?" Harry turns in surprise to find a nervous Seamus. "I wanted to apologize. Now even me Mam says the Prophet's version of things don't add up. What I'm trying to say is...I believe you." He tells him and Harry stays quite before a head nod. "Question?" Neville asks as I was eating. "Huh?" I hum with food in my mouth. "Why did you kiss me before the holidays?" My eyes widen forgetting I did that. "Oh yeah, about that..." I fidget with my fingers. "I sorta felt like it really. Couldn't help myself actually, you were being really cute and I like that about you." I explain and he nods his head with a tiny smile.

Later before lessons start I walk with Neville to the room of requirements early because he asked me too. He wanted to look at the picture of his parents so I gave him space sit in the floor some ways from him. I watch as Harry silently joins Neville, who is looking up at the photo of the old Order. "Fourteen years ago...a Death Eater named Bellatrix Lestrange used the Cruciatus Curse on my parents. She tortured them for information, but they never gave in. They've been...like you saw...ever since." Harry doesn't know what to say. Neville turns to him, "I'm quite proud to be their son. But I'm not sure I'm ready for everyone to know just yet." Harry nods then puts a hand on Neville's shoulder "We're going to make them proud, Neville. That's a promise." I get up walking over to look at the picture for the first time and see my mother in it too. "Wow, my aunt Sophia wasn't joking when she said that my mom resembled her..." I say see that my mom and Harry's mom did resemble each other for being fraternal twins. Guess that makes since why he fell in love with her too since he loved Lily in school. "I promise to you too, Maddy. Your mother, my aunt." He gives me a smile and I just nod my head holding back tears.

Later when class starts Harry walks among us in a serious focused mode. "Make it a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember. Allow it to fill you up... A full body Patronus is the most difficult to produce, but shield forms can also be extremely useful against a variety of opponents. Now remember, Your Patronus can only protect you as long as you stay focused. Think of the happiest thing you can, Neville. Madeline you too." Harry passes us. "I'm trying." We both say at the same time. I take a deep breath closing my eyes then get a wolf as my Patronus. At the same time Ron's is a dog that knocks down Neville. "I got you buddy." I give him a hand pulling him up. Suddenly the entire room vibrates making us all stop and look at the door. "Bloody hell." I whisper looking at the ring on my finger. The glass breaks and falls to the ground and we all get together. As Nigel goes to look closer I can make out Umbridge, "I'll make short work of this." Harry peeks than moves Nigel out of the way as an explosion of the rocks break. I hold onto Neville's arm as we all see Umbridge with her club of students then Draco drags Cho into frame.

I was dreading walking into the common room to get dirty looks from everyone and giving Pansy my ring. "I told you I didn't want you to lose that ring. Why couldn't have you missed one lesson so you wouldn't get caught by us? You know how many times I lied and mislead them when it came to following you to the room? I even told your girls to make sure you were with them." Draco grabs me before we walk in. "Don't you dare! I don't care that much about a stupid expensive gift you got me Draco. I stick by friends and family and would do anything for them! As for you trying to keep them off me, I don't care one bit. You should have let them get me because unlike Cho, I would have never gave in." I shove him to the side and go straight to a smirking Pansy, "Here's the ring like we agreed." She smiles taking it putting it on. "By the way, Draco lied to you about how I got the ring. You see, Draco got me that expensive real Emerald diamond ring for Christmas last year during the Yule Ball after you went to bed. Also along with this expensive diamond bracelet." I show it off to her. "So I hope you enjoy a gift that he's only ever gotten me compared to nothing he's ever gave you." I walk off to my bed.

If it could get any worse, Umbridge has taken over Dumbledore spot. Not only that but all of Dumbledore's Army had to silently sit at a table using her black quills where the writing goes on our hands. As we all finish and head out we pass Cho completely ignoring her still upset she told on us. "Madeline, I know you are mad but... You're friends got me caught to talk." I take a deep breath in as I got straight to my dorm. "Madeline." My dad cuts me off and I follow him to his office. "When I let you become part of the Order I wanted you to not get caught. You remember why right?" He gets dead serious. "Yes Sir." I look down. "He will kill you and me if you get caught on the wrong side in his eyes. If Draco tells Lucius, he will tell Voldemort right away." He says and I feel bad. "Madeline, we aren't on Dumbledore's or Voldemort's side.. We are on our own side." I nod my head and I couldn't wait any longer. "Did you love Lily more than mom? Please don't keep secrets from me anymore. I know they were sisters, fraternal twins to be exact. I also know mom was with the Potter's the night Voldemort killed them all." He takes a seat.

"I will always love the both of them. Lily was my first love and when I met your mother I thought of Lily. They had similar features and slightly alike, same patronus of a Doe, but getting to know your mother I really fell in love with her. I asked Voldemort to spare Lily not just because I loved her but for your mother too. After Hogwarts they got so close, making up lost time. I didn't even know your mother was there till I showed up after everyone was dead. I still remember that I saw James first then Lily and I held her in my arms crying for a while. Before I left the house I saw down the hall another body, I broke down even more seeing it was your mother. Your mother and aunt Lily are the only reasons I play both sides. I sided with Dumbledore because my goal is taking down Voldemort completely, and avenging the death of Lily Potter and your mother. Dumbledore knows he can win because I'm willing to do the unthinkable: play spy for Voldemort while remaining on the side of his enemies, while convincing them that I'm a Death Eater."

"Then I do the same as you. I play both sides when needed. As you said Draco can tell Lucius at any time and if he tells Voldemort it's over for us. It's over for you and I can't let that happen." He stands up and pulls me into a hug. "I just can't lose you too." I nod my head before he sends me back. As I walk into my dorm the girls eyes me. "What you disappointed in me too? You haven't said a bloody word to me!" I shout at them tired of the looks. "Why didn't you tell us? You been distant all year." Ava speaks up first. "Because I didn't want to drag you both into this, I knew the outcome was going to be bad." I tell them sitting on my bed. "We're best friends, Madeline. We are supposed to have each other's backs to get through things." Evelyn snaps. "Did either of you suspect I was part of it with all my sneaking around?" I raise my voice and they nod their heads. "Yet you didn't ask to join to help when you both have clearly said you don't have the views as all the other Slytherin's. Instead you both joined the dumb bloody club she made to catch us. You helped get Cho caught to spill everything!" I start to tear up getting frustrated.

"We needed the extra credit. We're sorry." They both say. "Well you both proved that you are a true Slytherin at heart. You knew and still did it. You know at least Draco mislead you all when it came to following me. He didn't want me to get to get caught and hoped I'm wasn't there when they showed up. Now that I think back to a part he said...he asked you both to make sure I was with you instead of being in the room. What happened there because not once did you try talking to me the whole day." They both look down, "Umbridge said if she could catch you with them she wouldn't write to my parents that I was helping someone in Dumbledore's army. Maddy, my parents are ex death eaters and would kill me." Ava says and I get off my bed. "You might as well become friends with Pansy." I run all the way up to the Gryffindor common room and the twins ask me what's wrong but I just cry right there like normal. "My own best friends betrayed me." Fred holds me while George pats my head telling me it's okay. "You think it's possible for me to stay up here like a couple of years ago?" I wipe my eyes.

#harry potter #draco malfoy #neville longbottom #hermione granger #ron weasley #ginny weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #dumbledores army #hogwarts #wizarding world #molly weasley #arthur weasley #nymphadora tonks #remus lupin

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stories-mostly · 6 years ago

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Starks Bug

Tony Stark x son!reader

I did not expect the amount of notes the first chapter had gotten so I hope y'all will enjoy this one just as much.

Word count: 2252

Chapter 2

The first month with you was more draining than Tony had expected. He not only had to be there for you 24/7 but also needed to work, work on his projects, go to meetings, run stark industries simultaneously. He had a lot on his back. He had already made a small baby play pen in his office, though you didn't interact with much yet.

But you smiled on a regular basis now and held your head up for longer and longer periods of time whenever you were rolled onto your stomach.

You also stared at him whenever he fed, held or was close to you. Before now he did not realize that baby's can hold such intense eye contact.

Today Uncle Rhodey finally had time to come over and actually meet his nephew. Up until now he had only seen pictures of you that Tony had sent him.

You had just woken up from one of your many naps as Rhodey walked in.

"Look who decided to visit (y/n)." Tony said as he turned you into the direction Rhodey was coming from.

"Oh my god, he's so small!" Rhodes exclaimed as he put the bags in his hands down before coming over.

He took one of your small hands and shook it gently.

"Hi, nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you!" Rhodey gushed in a high pitched voice as you gave him your intense eye contact.

"You're turning into a softie, huh?" Tony joked and handed you to Rhodey who carefully took hold of your tiny body.

"Do you wanna feed him?" Tony asked as he tested the temperature of the bottle.

"Yes!"

They walked over to the couch and Tony showed him how to properly support you while you got your milk.

"He really likes staring at people." Rhodey chuckled as you continued to stare holes in his head.

Tony nodded.

"Apparently that's what one month olds do. They stare at faces."

Rhodey stayed for a while and before he left, he handed Tony the bags full of gifts for you. He was determined to become your favourite from early on.

Shortly after you turned two months the media had finally found out about you. Tony didn't know who gave it away but wasn't pleased with the situation either way.

But the good thing was that he didn't need to be too cautious with you anymore. He could just take you outside like a normal parent.

Obie organized a press conference where your dad could clear things up. You were in a side room with Obie and Happy while the conference was being held. Tony didn't trust a lot of people with you.

You gurred at Happy as he held your favourite plushie in front of your face. It was a small stingray Rhodey had gifted you on his first visit. You tried to grab it but your coordination wasn't the best. Happy played with you until the conference was over while Obie stood next to him watching you. He also seemed to have a weak spot for you. Let's be honest, who doesn't. You're a cute baby that makes gurgling noises at everyone he sees. You were bound to melt some hearts.

After your existence has been made public Tony agreed, after a lot of debate, to one photoshoot for the public to use. He didn't want you to grow up in the public eye.

At three months you started to interact more with your surroundings. You especially liked to get excited whenever your dad would look into your crib in the early mornings after you woke up.

You smiled and even sometimes laughed at people's antics when they saw you. You also grew more "Talk active" making sounds every chance you got. You really lit up Tonys face even after an exhausting day.

At four months you were starting to try very hard to get from one place to another, you tried pushing yourself up with your arms while kicking with your legs. You were also very close to rolling over on your own.

Tony was very anxious that you'd start crawling soon so he made sure to get ahead of you and baby proof every nook and cranny in the house. He also decided which room should become yours and converted it into your playroom.

At five months you started to play on your own. "Play" meaning sticking your feet or hand into your mouth and giggling about it. Tony found that amusing as well and had Jarvis record every second of it. As if he wasn't recording you since your first day home.

You had also started to accidentally hit yourself with things you held. Much to Tony's dismay. But hey, as long as you kept smiling at his antics he knew everything was alright with you.

At six months Tony was tempted to throw a giant party but he doubted that you'd appreciate that. You were beginning to love attention, and started eating solid food. You also rolled over like a champion.

"Hey (Y/n) guess what day it is." Tony asked before sitting down next to the spot you were laying at.

"That's right it's Christmas! You're so smart. Merry Christmas sweetheart. I hope you will forget this one because as you can see I have done zero decorating." He said before handing you a small Robot stuffie which you eagerly took and placed into your mouth. As you do when you're a baby.

He propped you up between his legs before continuing to open up presents, other people had sent for you and for him. But mostly for you.

"Look its one of those things you can chew on. And you can cool it. This'll come in handy since you already started with your teeth." Tony said and poked your cheek. He handed you the ring with a fluid inside but you didn't want it.

"Well thanks anyway Uncle Happy." Tony said as he grabbed the next one.

"This one's from Obie." He stated before ripping the paper and opening the box.

"Ohhhhh, that's a little Jumper for you! You see this? Here it says "Little mechanic". We don't know about that yet do we?" Tony said talking to you as if you were able to answer. He kissed the top of your head and put the jumper aside.

"And last but not least uncle Rhodeys gift. Let's see what it is." You helped pulling out the paper from the bag but stuck it in your mouth straight after getting your tiny hands on it.

"Oh my god. Look at this. It's a little military uniform. You can be just like your uncle." Tony chuckled. "God this is adorable."

After taking some pictures with the gifts and sending them to each person your first Christmas was over. It wasn't anything too special but Tony would carry it in his heart forever.

And honestly you were adorable in the small military uniform that matched Rhodeys

With seven months you started to "Talk" with Tony whenever he would say something you'd babble back and that's how Tony started to regularly make smalltalk with a baby.

"What do you wanna do today? Wanna go see uncle Happy?"

"Argh pfffb mampa"

"Oh really? I always thought he likes you better but when you say it like that."

"OuuuOhh!"

"Oh now don't get sassy with me young man. You said it yourself. He likes me better."

"Ampammam mam."

"Nope no take backs. You said what you said."

Things like these were becoming regular these days. But you had a surprise up your sleeve.

"Dahnda"

"Did you just say Dada? Come on say it again say: Dada."

"Dahdah." You spat out with great effort.

"oh my goodness, you said your first word! And it was Dada! Your such a smart boy! So smart!" While Tony was fawning over your first word. You were kicking your legs with happiness at his tone of voice.

There were tears forming in the corner of Tony's eyes. "I love you so much, bug!"

The next month's leading up to your first birthday you were getting increasingly more mobile. In only two months you had learned how to crawl like a child athlete. You had also started to pull yourself up on furniture making your dad put everything a few shelves higher.

Once you were old enough you even helped him clean up your toys. You grew excited whenever people came into your house and greeted them yourself by clawing yourself up on their legs to stand beside them.

You also started trying to say their names. Rhodey became "RrOoh" with a gurrgled R and occasionally "Oohdi", Obadiah became "Oohppa" and Happy was by far the closest to getting called by his name, his was "Apy".

At 11 months you were finally able to stand alone for a few seconds and walked as long as you were holding onto something. Much to the delight of everyone. You also started to connect words with things more and more, showed your needs more openly and started to play better with other people. You also liked ripping papers apart as Tony had to find out after leaving important documents unattended within your reach.

You explored more too. Every time you were at your dad's office you'd crawl into the smallest spots and looked into any hole or drawer you could open.

And at your first birthday? There was a small party in Stark industries since your birthday corresponded with the opening of the internal daycare for the children of employees. Tony had thought of it ever since he had to take you with him into his office or lab and work while also keeping an eye on you.

You loved to play with all the toys and the different kids.

Tony was pleased with the job he had done so far. You didn't get injured or sick often, had age appropriate social skills and developed at a normal if not higher rate than any other baby. A few selected reporters were also there as it was good publicity.

Tony was just showing them the napping room for the smaller children when a cry interrupted his speech. It was obvious that it was you who was crying.

"Would you excuse me for a second." Tony said to the reporters as he left to get you. You were laying in the middle of the playroom crying. "DADAAAAA!" You were calling out. Tony swooped you up and bounced you on his hip.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? You were fine a second ago."

You just placed your arms around his neck and slowly let that stifle your sobs.

"Was it too much? I'm sorry I won't leave without telling you again."

Once you were calmed he wiped your tears and gave your cheek a kiss.

"You wanna help Dada show these people around? You wanna come with me?"

He asked and you just hugged him again. Tony continued the tour through the daycare with you on his hip.

"Sorry about that, he just got a bit overwhelmed with all these new people here and me out of sight. (Y/n) can you wave at them? Wave hello." You shyly obligated and a few reporters waved back.

"Anyway, as I was saying before. With this we hope to..." And with that Tony was back in business mode.

You on the other hand were bored just being carried. You took his sunglasses and fiddled with them until you grew bored and put them in your mouth. Your father never once broke his speech.

You fiddled with his clothes after discarding of the glasses. The buttons under his tie interested you most. You were trying to get them off to put them in your mouth and when that didn't work you brought your mouth to them. Tony once again softly pushed you away and pulled out the ring to bite on that Happy had gotten you for Christmas, from his chest pocket. You happily nibbled on that for the rest of the tour.

One reporter even asked you a question shortly before they were about to leave.

"Can you say Dada?" the man had asked.

"Dada." you answered. You were officially a pro. This would go down as your first interview.

After everything was over, you waved everyone goodbye, and went home. Happy brought all your birthday gifts along.

You had gotten a ton of gifts from the other parents attending. It was only small gifts but they did stack up.

After you had fallen asleep on the couch Tony couldn't help but get nostalgic. It's already been a year since you came into his life and so much had changed because of you. Meetings in other states or countries had to be planned out completely before he could go, he had barely attended any parties since your birth and hooking up? With a little one around? Impossible. He had so much less time to work, you needed so much care and attention, he slept more than ever, and ate more regularly too. Drinking? That happened less now too. You were truly a gift, you helped him realize how much he didn't like to feel anything but pure bliss. But with you around he needed to make himself emotionally available if he wanted to be a good father.

You were tiny a year ago but from day one you left a huge impact in Tony's heart and that would only continue to grow with time.

Not that he'll ever admit it but ever since you came into his life, he became the happiest he was in a long time. He cried so many times the past year. Out of joy, sadness and being overwhelmed with so many different emotions for you. All your firsts were forever remembered even if all the videos and pictures would disappear. Because they were forever burned into his memories.

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A Safe Mistake (Part 3)

Summary: The reader gets some good news at the hospital but has a slight falling out with Dean...

Masterlist

Pairing: Nanny!Dean x Single parent!reader

Word Count: 4,700ish

Warnings: language

The drive to the hospital was the longest of your life despite being only five minutes from work. You found the ER quickly and ran up to the nurses station, getting in the elevator once you knew which floor to head to. You barely stepped outside of it before you saw a few people standing outside a room and you rushed over.

“Y/N-”

“Quiet,” you snapped at Dean, Dean shrinking away from the doctor and nurse he’d been with, quickly moving away to a bench further down the hall. “I’m Ethan’s mom. Is he-”

“He’s okay, a few bumps and bruises. X-ray just finished with him and he came back clean. Another nurse is with him in the playroom,” said the doctor. “Sara, would you go get Ethan for me? He won’t need to be admitted.”

“Thank you,” you said, the nurse leaving.

“We’re hoping that possibly you could convince Mr. Winchester to allow us to look at him,” said the doctor. You turned your head, noticing the ruffled clothes and scrapes all over. He was holding his shoulder but kept his eyes on the ground. “He claims he’s alright but he’s showing signs of a dislocated shoulder and other possible injuries, possibly bruised or fractured ribs.”

“The hospital said it was an accident on the phone,” you said.

“Yes. Mr. Winchester said he and Ethan were playing hide and seek. Ethan appeared to lean up against the second floor railing as Mr. Winchester was coming up the stairs and the railing broke away. Mr. Winchester caught Ethan and the two fell down the stairs together, Mr. Winchester taking the brunt of the impact,” he said.

“The railing?” you said.

“Mr. Winchester has spoken to an officer and protection services. An officer was sent to your home and you may end up speaking to one yourself but the story seems to check out,” he said.

“Thank you,” you said, spotting Ethan down the hall. He looked fine, like he’d had a day of rough playing maybe but he was a kid and those happened. You picked him up in a big hug, sighing as he gave one back. “Want to go home, buddy?”

“Is Dean okay?” he asked.

“Can I take him?” you asked the doctor, getting a nod. “Let’s go home.”

Ethan asked again as you headed down the hall, walking past Dean as Ethan tried to get his attention.

“Dean,” you said, his head lifting up. You had to pause for a moment, his whole face so heartbroken, barely able to look you in the eye. “Get checked out by the doctor.”

“Yes, mam.”

When you got home you had to speak to an officer who turned out to have been a construction worker previously, showing you where the railing in the home had not been installed properly and it was likely that it was only a matter of time and any person could have gone over. He gave you the number of a guy that would come out and put in a new one for you and he could guarantee it’d be done right. You thanked him and tried to pick up the area as best you could, banning Ethan from going upstairs without you for the time being.

After a quick dinner and a change, you called up Heather a few streets over and asked if she’d watch Ethan for a few hours. You needed to speak to Dean and Ethan didn’t need to be around for that.

Back at the hospital, you found out Dean was admitted for the night, getting a room number and heading off to see him. He was picking at the IV in his arm when you rattled your knuckles on his door, face blank for a second as he recognized you, swallowing hard.

“Is Ethan okay? They wouldn’t tell me anything,” said Dean quietly. You stepped inside and walked over beside his bed, pulling his hand away from the needle he was poking at.

“He’s fine,” you said, Dean giving a small nod.

“I can come get my car tomorrow,” he said.

“It’s okay,” you said.

“I think I left my lunch pail in the house. You can just chuck it in the car,” said Dean. You raised an eyebrow, Dean looking away. “I know I’m fired.”

“Wow,” you said, grabbing a chair and taking a seat, giving him a sad smile. “I came here to apologize to you and you’re the one acting like you did something wrong.”

“He got hurt because of me,” said Dean.

“He got a few bruises, ones the kid doesn’t even care about and that he gets every day he plays. If you hadn’t been there and caught him, he could have broken bones, hit his head...the point is you got hurt so he didn’t. Again. No one had any idea that was going to happen and I don’t blame you for it. I’m sorry I snapped and assumed it was something you did. That was so horribly wrong of me to do and the first question you asked wasn’t about you, it was if he was alright and I will never assume you would ever put him in danger again. I’m so sorry I did that to you. You’ve been nothing but kind and gentle with him and with me. I guess I really am the rich bitch you probably think I am,” you said, looking down at your lap.

“I forgive you,” said Dean softly. “I’ve never thought you were a rich bitch either. You got scared and it’s okay. I was scared too and he’s not even mine. I can’t imagine what was going through your head.”

“It’s not an excuse,” you said. Dean shrugged and winced, leaning his head back against the pillow. “Probably shouldn’t do that.”

“Yeah. Thankfully it’s not broken,” said Dean. “Listen, I don’t think they’re letting me out of here until the morning so you probably have to get Ethan to daycare but I can pick him up.”

“No, you’re taking tomorrow off,” you said.

“No, I’m not,” said Dean.

“Yeah, you are,” you said. “I got Ethan. You take care of yourself.”

“I’m not taking a day off my third week,” he said.

“Dean. Take it off. I’ll manage,” you said. “Or I’ll kick your ass.”

“Fine but I will be there Monday.”

“Yeah, we’ll see, Dean.”

Friday Night

“Mommy,” said Ethan from the backseat of the car. “Where’s Dean’s house again?”

“He lives in an apartment on the other side of town, kiddo. We lived in one when you were a baby,” you said, turning down a street and finding his complex, driving around until you found the right numbered building. You pulled into an empty parking space, grabbing the bag from the passenger seat. Ethan had undone his seatbelt and climbed out by the time you got around the car, holding his own little bag. He shut his door and walked up to the sidewalk, waiting for you. “He’s in number 2 so this one right here.”

Ethan walked down the second path to a door, reaching his hand up and ringing the doorbell a few times. A light flicked on above you, the door cracking open, Dean answering with messed up hair and in a pair of sweats.

“Y/N?” asked Dean, glancing down when Ethan held up his bag. “Well hey dude. How’re you feeling?”

“Good. Mommy said you got hurt so we made you a get better bag,” he said. Dean smiled and took the bag from him, awwing when he pulled out a picture Ethan drew at daycare and one of his stuffed animals. “You can keep him.”

“Thanks, Ethan,” said Dean, kneeling down slowly, letting Ethan give him a careful hug. “I’ll be feeling better in no time now.”

“We made dinner too if you’re in the mood,” you said, Dean getting up with your help, nodding. You handed the bag over, Dean opening his door more, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“Well you guys drove all the way over, might as well have some company while I eat. If you aren’t busy that is,” he said. You shook your head, Dean moving aside, showing Ethan and you where you could leave your shoes and coats, walking through a small family room and setting the bag down on a kitchen table. You looked around, spotting a dark empty bathroom and bedroom but not much else. “I know. It’s small.”

“It’s nice,” you said.

“It’s an old dump,” said Dean with a smile. “But it’s clean.”

You ushered Ethan to the kitchen and a chair, Dean stepping into the small galley kitchen and pulling out three plates from a cupboard, carrying them to the table as you started to dish up some food. You didn’t say much as you ate, Ethan and Dean chatting away like they always did, Dean making sure Ethan had been listening to you about staying away from the stairs until they were fixed.

“I think I got some ice cream if you want,” said Dean when you’d finished. You helped put some leftovers away in his fridge, finding it full of microwave dinners. You let Ethan have a small bowl, Dean struggling to empty his garbage in the meantime. You stepped over and helped him pull it out, Dean sighing when you put in a fresh bag. “Thanks.”

“S’no problem,” you said, setting the bag near the front door, stopping to look at a few pictures on the wall. “Is that your little brother?”

“Sammy? Yeah,” said Dean, Sam in graduation robes, Dean with a big smile and arm around him. “He used to live here on and off until about last year. He moved in with his fiance.”

“Both of you lived here?” you asked, Dean nodding.

“Yeah. It’s been us for awhile. A few different places. This one was pretty good,” said Dean. You nodded, not wanting to ask any questions, Dean chuckling as he sat down on the couch. “It’s okay. I know I grew up a little funny.”

“I’m just surprised it fell on you to help your brother out. Are your parents strict with money?” you asked, Dean smirking. “Sorry. I knew I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, it’s okay. My mom died in a house fire when I was really little. Sam doesn’t even remember her, he was just a baby,” said Dean.

“I’m so sorry,” you said.

“It was a long time ago. Our dad did his best but we ended up moving around a lot, never had much money. He got sick when I was 17. We didn’t have anyone else and we wound up in the system for a few months until I turned 18 and I got kicked out. I got custody of Sam as fast as I could, a job, a place for us to stay. I was raising him most of my life anyways. It wasn’t that hard,” said Dean.

“Sounds incredibly hard,” you said.

“It’s really hard to be a dad to your little brother when you don’t know what the hell you’re doing,” said Dean with a sad laugh. “We fought a lot when he was a teenager. Things got easier once he went to college and came back, realized I was just doing the best I could for us. We’re pretty close.”

“I thought I had a sob story being the single young mom over here but you got me beat,” you said, Dean laughing. “This isn’t my place to say this so tell me screw myself if you want but...Sam’s what, 24? You don’t have to live so paycheck to paycheck so he doesn’t have loans, Dean. I’m sure Sam will survive if you take a little of your extra income for yourself.”

“I know. We actually-” said Dean, cutting himself off when the door opened, a tall man walking inside, looking at you and Dean, glancing over to see Ethan eating the last of his ice cream in the kitchen. “I thought you had to get back to study.”

“Figured I’d drive back Sunday night since you needed help,” said Sam, giving you a smile. “I didn’t know Dean had a girlfriend.”

“No!” said Dean, instantly standing up, wincing at the pain in his shoulder. “This is my boss and her son. They made me dinner.”

“Oh,” said Sam. “That’s very sweet of you.”

“Well it’s the least I could do,” you said, Sam tilting his head, Dean shaking his own. “Dean does so much for us and he did stop Ethan from getting hurt.”

“At the garage?” asked Sam.

“No, as my nanny,” you said, Sam’s face dropping as he stared at Dean.

“A what?” said Sam. “You’re a nanny? You said you got a promotion at the garage!”

“...I got a new job, so what?” said Dean.

“You lied to me about where the extra money for school came from for starters,” said Sam. “You take care of a kid all day now?”

“Yeah,” said Dean with a shrug, closing his eyes and hissing. “I like it. I really do Sam.”

“Excuse us for just a minute,” said Sam, grabbing Dean’s good arm and dragging him into the bedroom. You went over to Ethan and cleaned up his bowl, knowing you were about to get kicked out any second. You were slipping on your shoes and coats when the door opened, Sam exiting and Dean behind.

“Everything all good?” you asked.

“Mhm,” said Sam, heading past you and out the front door, Dean sighing as he left.

“Thanks for letting us join you for dinner,” you said.

“Thanks for making it. You didn’t have to do that,” said Dean.

“It was no problem,” you said, glancing at the door. “You really okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, Y/N. You guys better head home. It’s getting close to little dude’s bedtime,” said Dean.

“Give us a call if you need something,” you said.

“Sure. I’ll do that.”

Dean came back to work bright and early Monday morning. He was moving more at a regular speed again and Ethan understood he had to be careful with Dean for a few more weeks. Your railing was installed that day, nice and secure now. Dean seemed withdrawn though, the conversation not flowing as easily as normal between the two of you. You let it slide until that Friday night and Dean was slipping on his boots to head home.

“If there’s anything you want to talk to me about, Dean, you can,” you said, Dean picking up his jacket. “You seem different this week.”

“Just having a bad week,” said Dean quietly. “Nothing you did. It’s my fault.”

“I don’t really think it is,” you said.

“Ethan’s in bed. You don’t have to pretend to care, Y/N,” said Dean.

“Excuse me?” you shot back, Dean sighing.

“I’m sorry. I am. I’m just really tired,” said Dean.

“I know I’m your boss but I care about you too, Dean. Not just because Ethan likes you either,” you said. “Stick around for a minute so we can talk.”

“About what?” he asked.

“Whatever’s bothering you,” you said. Dean stared at you, debating it before he kicked off his boots and set his jacket down, following you down the hall to your family room. He sat down on the couch and you went to the kitchen, grabbing him a beer.

“Thanks,” he said when you gave it over, Dean tapping his fingers against the side as you sat down with your own. “I’m sorry.”

“God, I don’t think you know what that word is supposed to be used for you say it so much,” you said.

“I got in big fight with Sam last Friday after you guys left. He thinks I’m childish and that I think he can’t take care of himself,” said Dean. “He doesn’t understand I’m only trying to help him.”

“Okay, when Ethan breaks a rule, what do you do with him?” you asked.

“I sit him down, ask why he did it and then explain why the rule is there and how what he did breaks that rule and why it’s wrong,” said Dean.

“The first thing you do is ask for his perspective,” you said. “Did you get Sam’s perspective on this whole thing? Or even ask for it?”

“Sam’s not breaking rules though,” said Dean.

“Sam’s a grown man and I don’t know for sure what he’s thinking but it’s probably something along the lines of he thinks you still view him as a child that needs protecting,” you said.

“I’ll never apologize for protecting my baby brother,” said Dean.

“It’s okay that you want to protect him. I think what Sam has a problem with is he thinks you’re hurting yourself to help him and he’s an adult now. He doesn’t want you to do that for him anymore,” you said.

“Do you think I’m hurting myself?” asked Dean.

“I think you have a big heart and put other people before yourself,” you said.

“Exactly, Sam’s wrong,” said Dean.

“No, he isn’t. Neither of you are. You’re just...I think you had to act like a father to Sam and it’s hard for you to see that Sam doesn’t need that from you now. He just needs a big brother,” you said.

“You’re really wise for a chick that’s younger than me,” he said.

“I’m like a few months younger, dork,” you said, Dean smiling a little. “Oh? He smiles again? We missed those around here.”

“Well I’m still going to help him with tuition but I guess I don’t have to give him all the extra money. Maybe just most of it,” said Dean with a smirk.

“Hey, it’s a start,” you said, sipping on your drink, leaning back into the cushions. “Oh, that was a mistake.”

“Your couch is much comfier than mine,” he said, closing his as well. You were both quiet for a few long moments, your eyes eventually opening to see Dean slumped over, breathing slowly. You thought about waking him up but decided he’d probably lost a lot of sleep during the week over Sam and him crashing there wasn’t a big problem.

You woke up Saturday morning with a stretch and grabbed Ethan from his room, the both of you heading downstairs in your pajamas for cartoons and breakfast. Dean was still passed out on the couch where you left him, Ethan walking over and staring at him. You heard Dean jump when he woke up, Dean looking around.

“Ethan, you know that’s creepy, right?” said Dean, shaking his head.

“Try having it happen in the middle of the night,” you said, Ethan climbing up on the couch.

“Did you sleepover?” asked Ethan, Dean rubbing his eyes.

“I think so,” said Dean, looking back at you. Ethan grabbed the remote and turned on his show, Dean sitting up more, nodding his head. “You a batman guy or superman guy?”

“Batman, duh,” said Ethan.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you kid,” he said, ruffling Ethan’s hair. They talked about superheroes for a few minutes as you made up pancakes, delivering a few plates to them over the back of the couch. “I’m pretty sure it’s my job to make you food, not the other way around.”

“Just eat, Winchester,” you said, messing up both of their hair, bringing over your own plate after a minute, sitting on the other side of Ethan.

“Mommy,” said Ethan during a commercial. “Are you sure Dean’s not your boyfriend?”

“Ethan,” you said, his face dropping. “I told you the answer is no.”

“But in class-”

“I don’t care what your friend in daycare’s mom does with her boyfriend and her family. Dean is not my boyfriend, understand?” you said. Ethan nodded slowly, focusing back on the TV. “Hey. Just because Dean isn’t my boyfriend doesn’t mean he isn’t part of our family.”

You weren’t entirely sure why you said that, especially when Dean was literally sitting right on the other side of Ethan. He certainly wasn’t a stranger and he was as close as a friend but…

You stood up and grabbed the plates, ditching them in the kitchen before you jogged upstairs. Sure, Dean was a great employee but he was your employee still. He was great with Ethan and he was certainly the kind of male role model you’d always hoped for him to have. He was protective but sweet and he was a little bit flirty but that was his demeanor and-

“Y/N,” said Dean, knocking on your bedroom door. You pulled it open fast and he stood their fidgeting.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t...I mean...what I meant to say…” you kept starting, cutting yourself as you watched his face. He stared at you, eyes drifting down to your lips. He was moving before you really saw it happening, going almost all the way and somehow your body was moving without you, meeting him the rest of the way. The kiss lasted only a second before you broke apart, Dean blinking a few times.

A million thoughts flashed through your mind but only one caught your attention.

What you thought were nerves over the whole nanny thing was so obviously clear now. You’d had a crush and it’d only been getting stronger over the past month.

“I…” said Dean, your hand resting on his arm. You pulled him into your bedroom and kicked the door shut, leaning up to get another kiss, Dean putting more confidence behind this one. Again he pulled away much too quickly and you felt your cheeks begin to burn.

“I’m sorry,” you said. Dean shook his head.

“Don’t be,” he said, a small smile on his face. “I did it first.”

“Um…” you said, shifting on your feet, staring at him. He put a hand on your shoulder that made you still, moving it up to cup your cheek, positive he could feel the heat in them.

“Whatever you want is okay with me,” he said.

“Kind of a cop out if you think about it,” you said.

“Well you are the one in charge,” he said.

“I’m not going to tell you how to feel, Dean,” you said.

“I think I made it pretty clear how I feel.”

“I think I did too.”

“So where does that leave us?”

“I don’t know,” you said, closing your eyes. “It feels like an abuse of power or some crap.”

“How about I go back downstairs and clean up and you get dressed and I’ll be gone by the time you’re done. Monday I’ll come to work like normal and I can go back to just being the nanny,” he said.

“Why did you kiss me?” you asked.

“I know how crappy I felt last night and you made it better. I never feel better when someone tries,” he said. “Then you and Ethan brought over a care package for me when you so didn’t have to and you feel like a friend that cares. Then my heart about stopped when Ethan fell and they wouldn’t tell me a damn thing and I was mortified not because I thought I’d get in trouble but because I thought he was hurt with like a head problem or something. I really care about him and you. I guess I was never good at that part of the job.”

“But why-”

“Because I like you. It feels like we come from different worlds almost but then it feels like you know the right thing to say or do better than anyone I’ve ever met. You’re not this workaholic mom I thought you’d be when I started. You just want to spend more time with your son and be a good mom and finding a good person like that is so incredibly hard. I spend most of my week with you guys and it’s getting harder to stop those feelings from growing,” said Dean. “Why did you-”

“I like you. My son likes you. You have changed our lives from takeout and my son asking every night if mommy’s okay to quality time together and I just feel happier and you do stuff you don’t have to like check the locks at night and I was actually really glad you stayed over last night and-”

“Y/N,” said Dean with a smile. “Don’t freak out on me.”

“Sorry,” you said, putting your hand over his still on your face, Dean staring at you. “I like you.”

“I like you,” he said. “I feel like there’s a but in there though.”

“I pay you. You’re my employee. I’m not...it feels wrong to...I’m gonna feel shitty either way when you leave this room,” you said.

“What if we figured out a way to make it work?” he asked. “I could always stop being a nanny, go back to my old job. Sam made it clear he doesn’t want money from me anymore.”

“Yeah but that’s not fair to Ethan or you,” you said.

“No offense but I took this job for the extra money for Sam. I don’t need it,” said Dean. “You’ve seen my place. I don’t need much to get by.”

“I still need to hire a nanny for Ethan and we don’t even know if this is going to work,” you said.

“I’d like to try,” said Dean.

“Me too,” you said.

“Okay then. I have a solution that might work out for all of us,” said Dean.

“How so?” you asked.

“Well, my old job, I used to go in early and I’d get out at 3. I know Ethan’s daycare has pickups open until 3:15 and it’s right by the garage. I could super easily pick him up and hang out like we do now until you get home,” he said. “You don’t need a nanny and all that extra money can go towards his college fund or retirement. A lot of stuff doesn’t have to change and I wouldn’t be your employee anymore.”

“No,” you said, shaking your head.

“It could-”

“I said no,” you said. “We’re...we’re acting like a pair of stupid lovestruck teenagers. We are adults and-”

“You just said you wanted to try,” said Dean.

“I’m not having you change your whole freaking life again for a possible chance at a relationship,” you said. “It’s reckless and-”

“Maybe you’re right,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “Kissing you was a mistake and I will not make it again.”

He flung open the bedroom door and was down the stairs and outside before you could even realize what you’d done.

A/N: Read Part 4 here!

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wolfxdayz · 5 years ago

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So random ass short story I wrote about hemlock grove that I may or may not ever finish

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"Just do it man! It's over !" The upir gasped his body broken and unresponsive as he stared at the animal that used to be his friend/something more. "My body is broken and look at you! You're gonna live out the rest of your days as goddamn animal !"

The beast in question flinched as if the words physically hurt, and whined ears laid back as the large white wolf trembled slightly, even now instincts and heart fighting against each other . With one last weak growl the animal walked up to the upir and Quickly lunged for the throat snapping the neck for an instant kill, a small mercy that the last human part of

Peter could give to his suffering friend, before Digging into the tall boy's chest and pulling out the heart walking away feeling as if his own heart had been pulled out as well, tears in the wolfs eyes before he sunk into the oblivion of insanity .

Lynda woke up with a gasp, breathing heavily and feeling tears fall down her face as she clutched her Chest small sobs leaving her shaking frame.

Something was wrong something had happened to her baby boy, her good little boy .. Her good little man. She could feel it in the same way she felt the crack go through her entire body, when the doctor snapped Peter's collar bone in half. in order to help the newborn get unstuck from her birth canal.

She rushed to the bathroom and lurched over the toilet giving up the remains of dinner as she curled into a ball.

Zenada one of Peter's great Aunts placed a hand on her shoulder, "O simt de asemenea, acest lucru este ceva nu mama vrea să treacă prin , voi spune o rugăciune pentru sufletul său înainte de a pleca"

(i feel it too, this is something no mother wants to go through, I will say a prayer for his soul before you leave. )

The old woman gave Lynda a towel to wash her face and left yelling for husband to wake his lazy ass up and find her prayer book and light the candles and prepare a small offering for a safe journey.

The morning sun was just breaking over the Carpathian Mountains, when the small family sat in a circle candles surrounding a picture of a younger Peter around Four or Five holding a slightly disgruntled Black Cat and grinning delightedly up at the family. His hair wasn't as long but it did flop around like a mop.

Lynda felt a lump in her throat as she reached for the picture but stopped they were not allowed to touch the dead an old tradition to stop the spread of the plague.

Zenda and her Husband Alek, sat next to the grieving mother.

Zenda placed a hand on her shoulder, "Nicolai will meet him in the meadows don't worry.." She squeezed her shoulder and brought out the small plate of food an offering for the spirit to help him on his journey.

Alek took a breath before starting the prayer, Lynda closed her eyes and tried not to sob as much during the service.

It was a while after standing outside in their small yard that they burned all the letters Peter ever sent his mother, so his spirit wouldn't have any reason to linger behind.

When the smoke cleared and all that was left was ashes Zenda came up to the grieving mother, "..you know what you must do.. His soul won't rest Until it is done.. Think of it as letting him sleep.." She placed a hand on Lynda's shoulder. ".. The Rumancek line was destined for tragedy since the beginning when vârcolac fell in love with Upir. You know Mikal did not mean to hurt that cold girl child Olivia .. Upir breed she was.

He came back to her after selling the items and getting money for them both but by then she was gone and blood was in water.. They were never meant to be.." She gave her shoulder a squeeze, she knew what it meant to marry a Rumancek, many tribes have heard the story and seen the way the Vargulf's ran amok in the family line, Nicolai her husbands poor younger brother .. The pain and destruction he caused near the end of his days.

Perhaps this was a good thing the Rumancek's kept the Vargulf from spreading to other tribe's moon children, by sadly setting the example of what not to do.

Never change on wrong moon,

Never fall in love with Upir, they can't love anyway.

Never marry a Rumancek they will eat you whole .

A few weeks later Lynda found herself with some new forged documents and passport on a plane heading back to the states, to hemlock grove.

She landed at Harrisburg international and got through customs with little hassle her documents making their way through security, she then got herself a little rental car and small motel to stay the night, she felt strangely numb, as if everything was a dream. She was back in the states , she was here to see her son one last time before-.

She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror, she still looked normal not like a mother who just lost everything, who was here to put her son to sleep.

She tried to get herself to cry to feel something but it was like there was a ice cold wall around her, it was both a blessing by God and a curse from her heritage.

She was grateful for the cold numbness that surrounded her, protected her from the reality of the situation helped her eat like normal and tip the friendly waitress at the all night diner near her motel.

She was sipping some tea and staring off when suddenly she caught site of her baby boy her little Peter, he was 6 years old and charming some of her old coworkers into getting him some extra ice cream secretly of course.

They just couldn't resist his little blue-green eyes, those were the same eyes that begged Lynda to let them keep a cat even though they spent most of their time on the road, the same eyes that held such an intense hint of sadness and guilt whenever he asked if he was the reason he didn't have a daddy like other boys.

Those same eyes that lit up whenever she brought him a sketchbook for his birthday and always held a gentle warmth for the few special people in his life.

Lynda blinked and suddenly it was all gone she was sitting in a nearly empty diner holding on to a tea cup for dear life, the ice wall had its first small crack.

She got up and left putting her jacket back on and her hands touched the pearl necklace briefly remembering their first day in hemlock grove and how her son had gotten her a moving in present with his ever so clever five finger discount.

Another tiny crack appeared in her wall.

She walked back to her motel room and just crawled into bed letting the numbness take her to sleep. She was in California again Peter was 9, and was walking in front of her. they were in the redwood forest the trees were as tall as skyscrapers and she felt so small and unimportant underneath them, and yet her son did not, he felt at home here, as he told her all about the things he found on his full moon run here and all the animals he either chased off or timidly befriended.

"...Would you ever like to stay here Peter?." She asked wondering if her son ever wanted to just settle and maybe be normal well as normal as a young werewolf could be.

Peter turned towards her and tilted his head to the side, ".. Stay? Like forever?" He asked,

".. Perhaps " she smiled, ". We could get a house maybe an apartment more cats and you can keep going to school here"

Peter was quiet for a moment before shaking his head and scrunching up his face "..no I'd miss our car too much.. I like the road I like driving with you .." He then ran to her and hugged her tightly. "..its just me and you mama! forever!" He suddenly turned as he saw something that caught his eye, a bright yellow bird flew by, he was chasing it and Lynda suddenly found herself unable to move. She could only watch as a large white .. Beast that was the only thing to describe the wolf like creature a beast a Vargulf jumped out and ate her little boy whole right in front of her-

Lynda woke up with a shuddering gasp holding her chest and feeling tears prick at her eyes but they didn't fall they too were kept behind the ice wall the closed around her as she sat there in bed. She ran her hands through her hair and gently touched the necklace. ".. You're in my heart.. In my head .." She mumbled to herself an old Lullaby from when Peter was a baby, barely a month old and colicky.

Soon she was in her rental car passing by the welcome to Hemlock Grove sign, her ice wall still protecting her as she drove into the main part of town and stopped by destiny's place, where was her niece? Wasn't she getting married? Why did she never write back?

She parked not to far off and was soon walking down some familiar streets she walked up the stairs to destiny's flat and knocked on the door, perhaps her niece could help with this numbness that seemed to be her very being.

She waited as she heard someone come near the door and was surprised to see a young dark skinned male with long dreadlocks answer the door.

".. can I help you?" The man asked confused as to why there was an older woman in his doorway.

". ... .... uh n-no I'm sorry I just thought .. um my niece used to live here .. she was the former tenet do you know if she moved?" Lynda asked trying to keep the panic out of her voice.

".. uh no mam sorry apparently there was some sort of accident and the lady went missing got this place for cheap cause of it .." he shrugged .

".. oh.. ok.. thank you so much .." she quickly turned and left walking briskly out of the apartment complex.

Destiny wasn't missing she could feel it .. she was.- . She didn't want to think about it .

Lynda went back to her Rental car and drove around for a bit, heading up to the old trailer when something ran across the road, a large white dog? No that wasn't a dog, her heart lept in to her throat as she watched the wolf run away from a nearby flower shop a small bundle of mix matched flowers in its maw as the owner screamed at him and threw some rocks already dialing animal control.

The wolf ran in front of her car and down the road, Lynda quickly followed praying that it was just a random wolf and not her son.

She followed it for sometime and was surprised to see it slip into hemlock grove's cemetery.

She parked her car on the side of the road and got out opening the gate and trying to find him again.

She was walking around the rows of

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untamedvargulf · 5 years ago

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So when season 3 happened I wrote this little Fic about Lynda .. and well it’s not finished but here it is might finish it later !!

season 3 spoilers under read more !