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Chapter 9

Immortal Dilemmas

~Time Skip 2 and 1/2 Months Later~

*Hailey Potter*

With how big she has gotten she is surprised by how much bigger she will be getting. By Hermione’s calculations Hailey is considered to be in the 7 month gestation period despite only having to cook the bun in her oven for a little over two months. They were right to start the preparations for the baby as soon as they left Hogwarts and arrived back to base. Hailey made it a point to move in and never leave the Burrow after her first month unless absolutely necessary. Which was a good decision as an unexpected affect with Hailey being pregnant with a Muggle Vampire lead to her being very adverse to the sun, she had an instinct whenever she didn’t have Stefan’s ring with her to just avoid direct sunlight as much as possible. She had stuck her hand near the window once to close while it was still sunny without the ring, it was strange as the sun didn’t harm her but it was almost as if her baby had just projected their instinct of avoiding the sun. Her pregnancy while similar to witches with a vampire as the sire, still had many unknown factors with Stefan being a muggle. Glamours were uncomfortable to have on too long and with how petite she was you could already tell she was carrying when she was in the considered three month gestation. Everyone was informed of her pregnancy being faster than normal but they were still shocked to see her growing so rapidly.

With only the Weasley parents, Ron, and Ginny staying at the Burrow they were happy to offer up any of the boys previous rooms for Hailey to pick for her and her baby. She decided to choose Bill’s old room as he has a noise cancellation charm on his room from his early days of practicing curses. Despite everyone’s protest she didn’t want to bother anyone if the baby gets fussy at night. She had commissioned the twins and Bill to help develop a necklace that unleashed a very strong Stupify and Protego when the wearer was attacked. Remus and McGonagall had decided that with her baby on the way she would need to catch up quickly to graduate early from Hogwarts. The Ministry would just take it as her not wanting to be overrun with hordes of fans at Hogwarts.

During her first month she had done all the necessary shopping. With a limited amount of magic that can be used on a pregnant woman she forego all but one spell to use on herself, Puer Conditione. It was used to check on the baby’s heartbeat and health. But with the refusal to do a gender reveal spell she decided to get mostly monochrome and prime color onesies. In her shopping people had just assumed she was shopping for her godson. She did decide to get a couple of onesies that magically resize for ages newborn to five years old. She had gotten a griffin onesie and a dragon onesie for her baby to enjoy. She grabbed a cat onesie as a joke for Teddy, but Remus was dismayed to tell her that his son absolutely loves it. She couldn’t hide her smirk from him.

She wasn’t going to buy baby toys yet but she did buy a bouncer with the Hogwarts house’s mascots that’s enchanted to start rotating and play ‘twinkle little star’. She was gifted with a few things from her family that she is sure her baby will absolutely love. Hermione had enchanted a few baby books to show the story until she could start teaching her niece or nephew to read early. Ron had gifted her a Winnie-the-Pooh bear and ensured her it was enchanted by Bill to prevent it to being tampered with, he said so while sending a glare to the twins. The twins had gifted her a blanket that was black and purple that was in the shape of a bat, she of course snorted at the design. Molly gave her a self written little notebook that had a lot of good tips in calming down the baby with just about anything at hand. Arthur had given her a family of rubber ducks. Charlie gave her a couple of stuffed dragons that were charmed to fly around the room at a slow pace. Bill had given her a book of runes in case she wanted extra protection around the baby’s crib. Percy had gotten her a few adorable onesies that had printed suits on it, something about it’s never too early to dress for the job you want. Ginny had given her a kiddie broom, she’s going to wait a while before letting the baby on it. Remus gave her the same gift that he gave her parents apparently, a coupon book for anytime that she would need him to watch her little bundle of joy.

By the time she was in the last week of her first month her magic had been proven to spazz out. Ms.Weasley was overjoyed, she said it was an old wives tale about that if the mother experiences random accidental magic burst it increases the chance that her baby would be magically gifted. Remus told her about her mother having to deal with everything in the room floating and bouncing whenever she had hiccuped inside her womb, James was overjoyed. Molly had told her it’s expected for a pregnant witch to do at least one burst of accidental magic or it would be considered a sign that the baby was going to be born without magic. While it made her happy as it could mean her baby is able to protect themselves, Hailey did not care if her baby ended up a squib or the next Merlin she just wants them to be healthy and happy. Every other day her baby would either kick or hiccup and something would either be transfigured in some way or charmed to float or stick to the ceiling. By the time her second month started she was practically buying Honeydukes out of every Bloodpop they had, and is she was out the only other way to appease her child’s hunger was a barely cooked steak or a Blood Replenishment potion. Other than that her baby had apparently gotten her sweet tooth and was constantly wanting some dessert with any meal she had. Though she was glad to have the idea of melting down her Bloodpops as a kind of syrup for her desserts, the baby loves it for sure.

It had also became apparent when the baby started kicking that it was going to be a rough few weeks. While it was a joyous occasion to feel the little one move it would more often then not leave her with a massive bruise or some bone bruising on her lower stomach. Being one of Madame Pomfrey’s patient came with perks. She already knew Hailey’s history, she wouldn’t go to the prophet, and she was trust worthy enough to be told about Hailey’s unique pregnancy. She had told Hailey a fact that depressed and at the same time filled her with joy. Her baby was half vampire but wouldn’t truly become one until they come of age. While happy she won’t have to see her baby grow old and pass she was also sad that they would also not have a choice in becoming immortal like the mother and father. But the baby will already have most of a vampires abilities but will go into their true inheritance by the time they become of age. The baby will only have one weakness and that is a herb called vervain. She had given Hailey a batch of Blood Replenishing potion, Skele-Gro to help strengthen her bones, and a vial of healing cream for her bruises. It was decided that in order to keep her baby safe it would be better to have the delivery at the Burrow and contact Madame Pomfrey immediately. At Saint Mungo’s it was too much of a chance to rely on patient confidentiality when everyone wanted the smallest details about her. Her child would never be left alone if word got out and it would be harder to leave the community. Having the baby at home was her best bet.

“Oh, come off it Fred! I’m obviously going to be the cool uncle!”, George had said one day entering the sitting room with his twin in tow from the floo.

“You come off it! Grown people can’t even tell us apart how on Merlin’s Beard is the baby going to be able to!”, Fred said to rebuff him. Then of course Ron and Ginny entered the argument stating it wouldn’t matter if the baby would be able to differentiate them. They were of course going to be the cool aunt and uncle. That sparked an argument with Hermione and Ginny. And the twins and Ron just kept spouting off about how they were of course going to be the baby’s favorite. With everyone shouting her annoyance and temper had started to spike. Over the few weeks they had learned pretty quickly that her temper was to be even more feared than a Molly Weasley Howler. Her mood swings was something they had not expected one day she had came down smiling which quickly turned to bawling, which turn to rage when the twins had asked her to calm down. They learned a very important lesson that day. So whenever they felt the air shift, the immediately paled and stopped talking. Hailey swept them with her eyes and a glare that made them fear for dear life. They let out a breath of relief whenever she got up a kind of waddled to the kitchen for more chocolate pudding it would seem the baby didn’t want much blood that day.

Whenever she was left to her own devices all she thought about was Stefan. She wondered if by instinct that he knew he was going to be a father. She wondered how he was doing being away from her for an extended period of time with them being mates. She always had questions about their situation but there was hardly any place she could get answers from. Just like before her situation could only ever happen to her. Whenever she remembers their meeting she would absentmindedly play and fiddle with his ring on the necklace. She found out from Hermione that it was a daylight ring. She was filled with warmth when she had realized that Stefan had wanted so badly to leave a piece of him that he had risked being burnt up by the sun. She hoped that he was okay, she really hoped that his brother and ex-girlfriend were keeping their distance from him. From what she gathered from Stefan they were constantly a thorn on his side that believed that there was no way of them being wrong for whatever actions they did against him. Hailey just knows that if she ever meets them and see them being a bother to Stefan, she won’t hesitate to hex them into submission.

Since returning she also was bombarded by the amount of mail she was getting from nearly every wizarding family in Britain. All of them were the same, thank you’s with eventually leading to that they wanted to repay her by offering their eldest son’s hand in marriage. She responded as respectfully as she could that she was not interested and had just wanted to recuperate from the battle. Most have given up but the Malfoy family has been very insistent especially Lucius with Narcissa backing him as it was always her plan to have Draco take the Black name and mantle. Lucius had been pardoned as he had told the Ministry who was a death eater in the inner circle and undercover at Hogwarts. His family, excluding Draco, was being snubbed by the entire wizarding community so he was trying to save face by trying, and failing, to arrange a marriage between Draco and Hailey. Draco was openly against the marriage as he felt that his entire life had already revolved around Hailey because of his father. He was grateful to her, they are in decent terms and he wasn’t going to repay her by trying to force himself on her. The least he could do for her now is taking his place as the head of the Malfoy family. His father being in Azkaban for an extended period with dementors should be enough to convince the Goblins that Lucius was not in the right mind to lead the family. He had told her of his plan through a letter he was able to secretly mail out.

She did not want to marry anyone from the community, they were all just trying to share her titles. So she was happy to receive Draco’s letter. She was especially happy when she got a notice from Gringotts that ensured her that she wouldn’t and even couldn’t marry someone from the community.

* Flashback to 6 weeks ago *

The makeshift family was trying to have breakfast but it was proving to be a bit difficult. Not difficult but most of everyone was just distracted and not paying attention to their own food. All the Weasleys were present along with Remus and Tonks with Teddy. They had decided that once a week they would gather enjoy a meal and of course check up on Hailey. She was at first making funny faces and playing peekaboo with her godson but then the food was put on the table. Hailey was eating everything that was put in front of her and her family just watched in awe. They weren’t use to her eating much, Molly had used to need to force Hailey to remember to eat meals and snack on more than one occasion. While finishing up her scrambled eggs, Hailey was about to ask for pancakes using a melted Bloodpop as syrup when she noticed in the corner of her eye a standard owl landing at the window. She took the letter expecting to see a wizarding family sigma but was surprised to see the Gringott symbol. She opened it knowing her family still had their focus on her and read aloud.

“Dear Lady Potter-Black

It has come to our attention that you have recently entered a mating bond with a Stefan Salvatore, a muggle vampire, we congratulate you for a successful ritual. Please note that the documents attached would make it official on Gringott records that Mr.Salvatore has now become your spouse and husband. It should also be noted that once sent to Gringotts it would also update your records at the Ministry without alerting officials there. Please do hurry to complete the documents. Congratulations and may your family line continue.

With Honor,

Griphook-Gringotts Head Goblin”, she was shocked but a small part of her was relieved. She knew that Stefan was it for her. She didn’t want anyone else and she hoped he felt the same. The goblins had always loved to pull a fast one on the wizarding community, so them ensuring that the most eligible bachelorette was taken was icing on the cake. It also means that no matter how hard Lucius would push for a marriage, he would never be able to make it happen. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she was only broken when she heard chairs scraping against the floor. She turned around and saw her entire family had faces with shock and disbelief. She tried to ease the tension.

“It’s a good thing Stefan already gave me a ring then to make it official.”, she said jokingly while unclamping the necklace to put his ring on her left ring finger. Then playfully she had started twirling her hand to show off the ring. But all that brought was them to just continue to stare at her until Ron had replied.

“Only you Hailey, could enter an accidental marriage while already carrying the bloke’s baby.”, he said with a sigh of begrudgingly acceptance. And everyone had copied his sigh. Hailey just continued to beam at them and stare fondly on her newly appointed engagement ring.

*End of Flashback*

That was at least one problem solved in their predicament but there was also a few others. In her early weeks she was able to go around and keep up appearances by either baggy clothes for expected time consuming trips to wherever and a glamour for when it was for a shorter one. But five weeks in her pregnancy, it was apparent that she would need to have a glamour on for every trip and she was getting fed up of being hounded by reporters and paparazzi. She was advised to just stay in the Burrow as with her magic more in touch with her emotions now more then ever would likely cause a huge scene if a reporter like Rita Skeeter was going to continue grating on her nerves. She didn’t want anyone to know about her substantial power boost to her magic and it would obviously lead to questions on how she got it. So she opted to just stay home all the time.

She was growing to be huge and she still had about half a month to go. She couldn’t see her feet anymore and she constantly complained about feeling like a whale on the beach when she couldn’t get up from her bed without assistance. Molly had said that the baby just looked bigger because she was a very petite girl. She was sure that her baby was either going to inherit either their father’s or their grandfather’s height with how big she was. Her father was 6’0 ft tall and Stefan was 5’11. She was going to be surrounded by tall people.

She woke up one morning with Braxton kicks being a bit stronger than she was used to. Her baby was also not doing any favors by making it be known that they wanted her up.

“Come on little one be nice for mummy, okay?”, she started to rub her belly to calm the baby and it eventually did the trick. It was a good thing she had downed some Skele-Gro the night before to make her bones repair and stronger. She was able to actually get herself up this morning without any help. She decided to wear the light blue maternity dress Molly had adjusted and handed down to her. It wouldn’t be good if anyone from Hailey Potter’s close knit circle was seen buying maternity clothes. Her dress was a bit snug in the chest area but it flowed freely. She had gone up a cup size during her pregnancy and was now a double d which did no favors for her poor aching body. Not to mention the damn Braxton kicks take a while to stop so she is definitely going to be sitting for most of the day. She grabbed the elder wand from her nightstand and quickly made her way downstairs before it could get stronger and force her to stay in her room for the day.

It was another weekly meal and gather time, so everyone was present. By the time she was seated in her usual place she was hit with a very strong contraction that would of made her keel over if she wasn’t sitting. She let out a groan and it captured everyone’s attention. They all stood from their chairs in worry. Hermione made her way towards Hailey to see if she could be of any help. But then Hailey looked up to everyone with a pale face.

“I think my water just broke!”, six simple words had caused every male in Burrow to start panicking. Remus and Arthur had fainted.

“Quick! Someone call Pomfrey and get the bed ready!”, Molly had said and ordered. Ron and his brothers were quick to try and get Hailey to the bed. Bill, Charlie, and Percy were going to help move her and settle her. Ron and the twins making the bed as comfortable as possible for Hailey. Ron was on blanket and towel duty, George was in charge of getting as many pillows as he could for her and fluffing them, and Fred was to get the pails of water that would be needed. Once the room was ready and that Hailey was situated, Hermione kicked them out to help change Hailey into a medical gown that Poppy had given them. Once changed Tonks had pulled her hair back into a bun to not be in the way. Fleur had came in with Poppy as she was the one left to contact her. Hailey was starting to sweat and grunt as her contractions were getting closer together. Hermione came to her side to hold her hand in comfort. They both shared a weak and scared smile.

“Alright everyone out! Ms.Granger you can stay as I’m sure Ms.Potter is likely to be more calm with you by her side.”, Hermione nodded in confirmation at Poppy’s words. Everyone had left the room and waited with everyone else in the hall. Seems like they finally resuscitated Remus and Arthur. They all waited anxiously. They started hearing Poppy encouraging Hailey to push and Hailey groaning in pain from doing so. It continued like this for an hour. Everyone had taken up rotating between sitting and clenching their hands to pacing. Then it happened.

“Just one more big push Hailey the heads almost out!”, Poppy said loudly for Hailey to hear her over her groaning. She let out a scream as she pushed again and the she heard it. A newborn cry letting the family know that it was here.

“Congratulations Ms.Potter you have a healthy baby boy!”, Poppy said while quickly swaddling the baby in a baby blue blanket. She smiled but it quickly faded and she felt another contraction hit her. She let out another loud groan. Poppy quickly gave the crying baby boy to Hermione who was too shocked to do nothing else other than hold him. What was happening?! Poppy had taken a look and was shocked to see that there was another head trying to come through.

“Ms.Potter, I know your very tired but I need you to give me another good push!”, Hailey looked at her in shock. She was having twins?!? She felt another contraction hit and prepared herself. She was once again filled with fire. Her determination to birth her baby was just as strong as the first time. She kept pushing and pushing until eventually a similar cry rang through the room.

“Another boy Ms.Potter!”, as Poppy was swaddling her other son in a dark blue blanket she leaned back on the pillows in exhaustion but was glad she was able to do it. Poppy had given her a potion that perked her up a bit but she was still very tired. She did it, she brought her little bundles of joy into the world. Hermione and Poppy smiled at her and presented her crying little boys to her. They had but diapers and little beanies on the babies already. Both a little pink but otherwise absolutely perfect in her eyes. She smiled as they had handed her boys over and placed them in her arms. Once they were settled in their mother’s arms the boys had finally calm down. She felt so happy finally holding her boys who were just as content to be with her.

Her eyes started to water a little as she observed them and to her surprise opened their eyes to look at her. Her eldest in baby blue had inherited her emerald eyes and his brother in dark blue had inherited his father’s blue eyes with the perfect smudge of green. She pushed down her shock, smiled, and planted kisses to both of their heads. The babies gave her a little gummy smile. She was broken out of her trance when everyone had started to come in and see the new additions to the Potter line. All were shocked to see that Hailey had given birth to twins. Though not as surprised as they should be, Hailey is never one to follow the norm. She first did it by being the first girl born into the Potter family in the last millennia and now by being the first to give birth to twins in the family. Everyone had just stared at the babies and Hailey for a moment. Ron walked up to her and crouched to the bed level.

“So, Hailey I take it I have nephews?”, Hailey just smiled. She looked to Ron and Hermione and it strengthened her resolve.

“Well, I was actually hoping you could take on the Godfather title with Hermione as their Godmother.”, the couple went still and slowly they were both on their knees with tears of joy in their eyes as they looked at their best friend. Hailey then surprised them again by handing Baby Blue to Ron and Darker Blue to Hermione. Both gaining misty eyes again and rocking their godsons. Soon everyone had a turn in holding the twins. Soon enough Molly had fished out a wizard camera to take a moving picture. Everyone including Poppy had surrounded Hailey with the twins in her arms again on the bed. Molly set the timer.

“Everyone say ‘Happy Birthday Boys’, when the camera goes off.”, and everyone did. On the back of the picture Hailey had written the boy’s birthday July 13th. Everyone had decided to let her rest. They would need to get another one one the boys got bigger.

“Get some rest dear, once your ready we’ll help with naming the boys.”, with everything happening so fast she hasn’t got much of a chance to think about what to name her baby let alone both of her baby boys. Everyone left the room as peaceful as they could. She got her wand and softly lift the crib to move it closer to her. The boys were starting to fuss a bit at being hungry. Without thinking Hailey placed the boys gently onto the bead and started undoing the front of her gown. Once she raised them up she realized what she had just done. The boys were quick to calm down once they had gotten some of their mother’s milk in their mouths. She picked one up and started patting his back until he burped and repeated the process to his brother. They were quick to fall asleep after that with a few rocking motions. She placed them in the crib and just watched over them for a while. The boys were close and were holding hands and it was just the cutest thing that she couldn’t help taking another picture. Fatigue had finally hit her and she climbed back into bed and fell asleep as well.

*Hailey’s Dream*

She was nursing one of the boys when she felt arms wrap around her waist and a chin on her shoulder. She looked to see Stefan looking at their son with a smile with his eyes filled with awe. She passed their son into Stefan’s arms and saw him panic but slowly relax as his son made his arms a temporary bed. She went to go get their other son when the dream started to shift and fade into a similar landscape that she has seen only once before. She turns around expecting to to see Sirius. She was shocked and her eyes were beginning to water, as while it was Sirius, in the black robes she saw in him last time, he was also accompanied with her father, who was in silver robes, both smiling like the marauders they were. She was reeling it in and counting to 10, she just needed to calm down before she accidentally starts crying at being with her father for the first time since she saw his spirit during the war. Once Sirius starting speaking she was able to listen.

“Hello pup.”, her godfather said with a joyful smile, once she got a better look at him she realized he had actually become younger. When she looked to her father she noticed that he looked exactly as he did in her baby photos. She shakily made her way to both of them and could not stop herself from hugging them. She felt some tears escape but she calmed down after both of them had patted and rubbed her back, similar to what Remus did a while back. She pulled back and all three were smiling.

“Hello Prongslette, I heard from your dogfather that you’ve been pretty busy. I’ve heard a few things about that mate of yours on this side. He’s got a pretty decent reputation. But that boy will be facing a haunting of his life if he steps a toe out of line.”, her dad said with a smirk. She blushed, their behaviors were a lot like Fred and George.

“We were just given the news. Congratulations Bambi, you have led the Potter line to another generation! I’m a grandpa! I was super excited but your mother hexed me silly when I also started to call her grandma.”, her father added with a sheepish grin while rubbing the back of his nape, a similar habit she has when embarrassed.

“Yeah, from what I’ve heard about mom, you had definitely dug yourself at least five more graves.”, she said to tease her dad. Her and Sirius shared a chuckle while her father pouted at them.

“Now, Hailey I’m afraid we didn’t show up for a social call. Death wants a meeting with you about recent developments, they’ll also have some company.”, Sirius said and just like that the mood became somber, she knew something must have changed the prophecy had predicted one child bit twins. What happened?

“As you know Sirius will be the vessel for death. However I myself have no clue who’s vessel I’ll be.”, her father said with little worry and her godfather shared the same attitude. Safe to say she now knows why Moony has so many gray hairs. Sirius, just like before, had his robes hood go over his eyes and her dad’s robes followed it’s lead. Death was quick to give greetings to their mistress.

“Hello my mistress, I am pleased to see that the Heir has been born.”, Death would be even more please if his sibling would leave. Death did not want to share their mistress. When James had started to speak it was very different from Death’s voice, the voice coming out had no gender and had a presence that made Hailey feel in awe.

“Hello our Chosen.”, they said with a smirk while side glancing at their sibling to see them highly irritated. Hailey was very confused who exactly is Death’s sibling and why were they calling her their Chosen?

“Allow us to introduce ourselves. I am what you identify as the force of Magic. And we call you our chosen for in simple terms we favor you in magical power, as we have done to your ancestors as well. We allow you to do the impossible and things never done with magic before. I believe in your community they would compare you to our previous Chosen, Merlin.”, Magic said then waited a while to see their new Chosen’s reaction. She seemed to have gone into shock as she just kept staring at them while doing an impression of a goldfish.

“Magic’s Chosen?!?! I’m already out of the norm already by being a forever sixteen year old mother and Mistress of Death!! Now your saying me and my children are the descendants of Merlin and have the chance to be that powerful?!?”, she said on the verge of hysteria. Her children and her have hit the pinnacle of Potter Luck. She would never have a semblance of a calm life, she thought with a bittersweet tone. After losing her cool, she took a deep breath in and let out a very defeated sigh. By now she should just accept that her life could never be calm or resemble anything close to average.

The entities looked weary and were waiting for her to calm down before talking again. Magic had decided to interfere and called in a favor with their sibling Fate. While Fate hates that their siblings keep making them rewrite their plans they can’t do much, they owed them and they hate being in debt for favors. Once it looked like she was waiting for them to get on with it, Magic stepped forward a bit.

“As you know you are my Chosen and Death’s Mistress. We both wished to keep it in your bloodline but to make another like you was deemed to…be problematic for our other siblings. They have already witnessed you with the power of I, battling a man who has fifty years and over of experience and knowledge and winning despite not even getting a decent gauge of magical knowledge. Then of course as Death’s Mistress another added power boost, eternal life, and youth. It’s safe to say our siblings were weary of having two beings like that wandering the mortal realm. As such I brought up the idea of ‘dividing’ the power. So I asked Fate to instead give you two children, one to take my mantle and one to take Death’s.”, Magic said the last part as if it was the smartest plan they had ever come up with.

“So, let me get this straight. In order for you to keep the power in my bloodline you decide to give me twins to split the responsibilities.”, that’s just…her little family is proving to be quite impressive. At least she won’t have to worry about the boys not being able to protect themselves.

“Yes, mistress. I’m afraid that we must be going but our vessels have requested to take some time to speak with you. Being entities of powerful forces comes with too many responsibilities.”, both sighed in dread before flashing a small smile to Hailey. Their hoods dropped and James and Sirius were back having matching mischievous grins.

“Now Bambi, as it’s possible we won’t be able to see you for a while we want to help in baby names. What ideas do you have so far?”, her father asked in excitement with a slight bounce.

“It was actually what I wanted to ask you last time pup, we want to be able to help in naming the next generation of marauders! ”, Sirius said with a triumphant smile. She blinked in surprise but it melted into a soft smile. And she blushed at what she was going to tell them.

“Well, originally I was going to name my baby James Sirius if it was a boy but I’m thinking one will be James and the other Sirius. ”, both males started to get misty eyed, they were happy that she was going to honor them by giving her boys their names but they also didn’t want the boys to feel like they had to be like them.

“Thank you, Bambi. But the boys deserve to have their own identity.”, her father said. And she thought about it, her name itself would bring the boys trouble as no doubt people would put them on a pedestal if they were ever discovered. Then she came up with the perfect idea.

“Understandable, so instead of first names they’ll have them as middle names. But what to give them as first names?”, she thought very hard. She knew she wanted the boys to share her titles. As per tradition her eldest will inherit the Potter name and her other son will inherit the Black name. Once her youngest becomes of age he’ll have to change his name from Potter to Black. Then a flash of Stefan smiling came to her. She wanted the boys to have their father’s name, as a second last name. On their birth certificates that Poppy had left for her she’ll have to write Potter-Salvatore. Once they reach the muggle world however they’ll only go by the Potter name. She then remembered that both her boys would inherit her…other titles.

She thought about it and thought that perhaps she should name the boys after which title they would inherit. She thought about names and asked the males what name should she give to her so that would be Death’s heir. They thought about it, with a vampire father and with Hailey as his father he would no doubt be quite the fighter. Then Sirius remembered a name that he was forced to remember because of Pureblood lessons. It would be the perfect name for the son that would eventually become the Master of Death.

“How about Caelan pup? In Irish Gaelic it means ‘eternal warrior’. ”, she thought about it and Sirius was right her son would be quite the fighter and as stated before they would all be immortal. She smiled at him then turned to her father for help in naming the son that would be Magic’s next Chosen. James really had to think about it, his first thought was Merlin but that was the equivalent to naming a child Buddha or Zeus. Not to mention his grandson would also be immortal and he’s like for it to start with ‘c’, it was better than having the twins have rhyming names. Then he remembered meeting a young man by the name of Cedric, he was the first to be taken at the beginning of the war but maybe something similar as again he wants his grandson to have his own name while try to honor the young man that had died for his daughter. Then he remembered Ollivanders, how their was a wood that fits the criteria perfectly and could be used as a good name.

“How about…Cedar? It’s wood is used to make powerful wands and it’s also used to represent immortality. It also brings honor to a certain young man.”, she was shocked at the name. She didn’t realize her father met Cedric. But she thought about it the name matches perfectly. She always regretted not being able to save Cedric. She had nightmares of his death for a while, he was a good friend. He had died before he could actually live his life. She remembered everyone seemingly forget him as life kept going. She didn’t want for him to be lost to history, he didn’t deserve that. So she agreed, he deserved to be honored in some way just for him to know that she in no way would ever forget him. She gave both males a hug as she felt that she was beginning to wake up.

She woke up to the sound of her boys getting fussy. She went to cradle both of them and both were trying to get to her chest, they must be hungry. She settled herself in bed and began nursing. While doing so she examined the boys. Now that she was well rested she could see that their eye color wasn’t the only thing that separated the boys. Fraternal twins then. Her babies were fair skinned like her but her younger baby seemed to have been unfortunate to get the Potter hair gene while his older brother inherited their father’s. A little while later she had put the boys back in their crib and wondered how she was going to decide which one got which title. She was getting the boys onesies ready for them to wear when they had started to miss her and both began to cry.

She rushed back to them and they calmed down once they saw her, she smiled and pulled some funny faces for them. She picked them both up and decided to dress the older twin in the griffin onesie and the younger in the dragon onesie. She put them back in the crib to get the camera and soon enough they were crying from being away from her. She was trying to hurry but she couldn’t find that darn camera! She finally found it and rushed back to her babies, the scene she came back to shocked her still. Her son in the dragon onesie was floating while crying and her son in the griffin onesie eyes had changed: his sclera (white part of the eye) had become red and the veins surrounding his eyes also became red and more pronounced. Once they noticed her they calmed down and returned to their original state. She walked up to their crib with widened eyes. She tried to lift her own mood by telling herself the good news.

“Well little ones you just made it easier for mummy to name you.”, she said in a baby voice that caused her boys to start smiling. She grabbed the birth certificate for her oldest and turned her head slightly to him.

“You’ll be Caelan James Potter Salvatore. Heir to Death and to the Potter name.”, her son started gnawing on his small fist while just staring at her with the same emerald eyes. She used her elder wand to write it. She grabbed the other certificate and then she turned her head to her youngest.

“And you will be Cedar Sirius Potter Salvatore. Heir to Magic and to the Black name.”, he just began yawning but Hailey was happy that her boys were no longer nameless. She quickly jotted the name down. She then started thinking of what other items that she was going to need to buy since they were expecting only one baby. She was interrupted from her thoughts when there was a knock at her door and it opened to the rest of the family. They all had matching faces of fondness when seeing her close to her babies. Then they noticed the certificates in her hands, she must have finally named them. Hermione and Ron walked towards her and asked if they could know their godsons’s name. She didn’t want to leave anything out so she explained about her dream to the point of the boys showing which names belonged to them.

Ron’s eye started twitching, of course his poor godson’s would be ‘blessed’ by Potter Luck. Hailey noticed it and just started laughing at him. He ignored her and soon the room went quiet again everyone just staring at Caelan and Cedar. The rest of the family left the room soon to give the new mother some more time with her sons. She picked her boys up and sat down with them on her bed. The longer she looked at them the more she started to think of their father. She was sad that he missed the birth of his son and even more sad that he didn’t even know that he was a father. A hollow feeling was in her chest but she knew that there was a plan for them all and she would just have to follow it. Now that she had her babies it was now safe to travel, her family said it would be the safest option to leave soon after the baby was born.

Some of the family had to stay behind to help in rebuilding and making sure to change the laws about half-lings. She had heard the bustle going on outside and knew that they would likely be leaving later on today or very early tomorrow. The family and her decided that when leaving for America she would be accompanied by Ron, Hermione, Remus, Tonks, and Teddy. She wondered if Teddy being half werewolf would cause a problem with the twins being half vampire. She quickly shook off the thought and put the boys to sleep after nursing them in their crib. She started packing her own things in her magically extended suitcase. Once she was done she called in her traveling companions and asked how they should decide where to go. Tonks holding a sleepy Teddy had handed her a dart while Remus and Ron had started to hang a map of America on the wall. Hermione was off to the side holding a few other maps.

Pretty soon she got the gist of what she was supposed to do. She closed her eyes and threw the dart and it landed on the State of Virginia. Hermione quickly picked out the map of the state and handed it to Ron. He grabbed the dart off, hanged the map, and handed the dart back to Hailey. She closed her eyes again and when she opened them she saw that the dart had landed on very peculiar named town. Remus walked up to the map to get a closer look and while he did that Hailey observed him, he seemed to be fine around the babies so Teddy should be able to get along with them. She broke out of her thoughts when Remus started talking.

“Alright, we’ll leave pretty early tomorrow so get a lot of rest tonight. Hailey make sure you eat soon. Everyone make sure you pack everything you need first then pack what you want. The babies will be a little fussy from a portkey but they’ll calm down a while after. We’ll be leaving for Mystic Falls at dusk tomorrow.”, with the agenda laid out everyone left her room. She looked at the map for a while and fiddled with Stefan’s ring that was still on her on her left ring finger before finally deciding it was time for her to eat. She picked up the boys and headed for the kitchen. Unknown to all of them the father of the boys was evading the wrath of his a thousand year old ex while his chosen brother was laughing at his expense. Unknown to the father his world was about to change in ways that he couldn’t even dream or imagine.

#harry potter #fem!harry potter #harry potter x stefan salvatore #master of death #stefan salvatore #vampire diaries #pregnancy #giving birth

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disastermages · 4 years ago

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this is for @alliecatstrophe bc she’s one of my best friends and bc she loves it when lxc plays matchmaker

"Wangji, that wasn't what it looked like." His brother tells him, but Lan Wangji barely hears his brother over the blood rushing in his ears. His exam prep class had ended early, and Lan Wangji had walked in on Lan Xichen and Wei Ying standing together with barely an inch between them while Lan Xichen adjusted Wei Ying’s posture.

He'd stood there and looked at the both of them dumbstruck, but Wei Ying had noticed him before his brother had, and he'd turned the full force of his smile on to Lan Wangji. He would have crumbled underneath it if Lan Xichen hadn't turned to look at him right after, smiling as though he hadn't brought the source of his younger brother's distraction into their home.

"I'm only doing it as a favor, Wangji, please," Lan Xichen pleads, following Lan Wangji up the stairs when he still doesn't turn to look at him. "Jiang Yanli told me they couldn't find anyone else to tutor him on the dizi. He really is getting much better compared to how he was when we first started."

The explanation sounds too simple to be true, but Lan Wangji knew that his brother had been tutoring someone, but he hadn't asked who, and his brother had always gone elsewhere for the lessons, often refusing dinner when he returned.

Lan Wangji had just never truly imagined that his brother had been tutoring Wei Ying of all people.

"Why did you bring him here?" Lan Wangji asks, finally turning to face his brother, though he fails to keep the petulance out of his voice. If Lan Xichen hadn't brought Wei Ying here, Lan Wangji could have remained blissfully ignorant of the fact.

Lan Xichen looks truly apologetic then, looking down at the hardwood floors, "Wei Wuxian and I usually practice at his house, but his aunt was hosting her monthly book club and asked that we practice elsewhere. If I had known that the two of you were at odds, I wouldn't have brought him here."

A flash of guilt and something else starts in Lan Wangji's stomach and moves up to his throat as he looks away from Lan Xichen, his nails digging into the banister. "We are not at odds." He says simply, heat beginning to color the tips of his ears and Lan Wangji only hopes that his brother doesn't notice.

"You aren't?" Lan Xichen asks, and he sounds confused as he looks up at Lan Wangji again, his eyebrows knit together. Lan Wangji can feel himself backing away from his brother then, forcing himself not to reach up and try to hide the blush brightening his ears.

He could still run away, he could duck into his bedroom and lock the door behind him and refuse to answer Lan Xichen when he came knocking.

For one, wonderful moment, his plan seems plausible, but then Lan Xichen is coming closer and Lan Zhan feels himself back away instinctively. "Is Wei Wuxian the person you were telling me about?" His brother's words are gentle, but Lan Wangji only wishes that the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

He'd managed to avoid telling Lan Xichen Wei Ying’s name when he'd finally broken down and told his brother about his crush the week before, though he'd carried it with him for months now. He'd been so careful, he'd dodged certain questions perfectly, but just by standing in his living room, Wei Ying had undone all of that in less than five whole minutes.

Daring to glance up at him, Lan Wangji can watch the information come together on Lan Xichen's face, and he takes another half step towards his room. "Wei Ying is still waiting for you downstairs," Lan Wangji says, swallowing thickly and backing away when a smile spreads across Lan Xichen's face. "It would be impolite to leave him alone for much longer."

Lan Wangji doubted that Wei Ying would think either of them rude, but it was the only excuse he could grasp at that Lan Xichen might buckle under.

Though, when he meets his brother's eyes again, Lan Wangji can see that he isn't going to take the bait. "I'm certain Wei Wuxian would appreciate someone else's feedback for a change of pace, if you'd like to sit with us, Wangji." His brother says, all of the sympathy and guilt from earlier leaving his voice as he glances backwards, as if he expected Wei Ying to appear behind him and agree with him.

Lan Wangji looks too, before he can stop himself.

"I have homework." Lan Wangji declines. It wasn't a lie, he had a paper that was due in three weeks, starting it now would be the best thing to do.

Whether he believes him or not, Lan Xichen doesn't argue, he only smiles before he turns and walks downstairs again.

Lan Wangji knows better than to trust the smile on his brother's face.

His weekend should have been a peaceful one, but instead it had passed with Lan Xichen offering advice that he swears is helpful one moment and teasing him the next, telling him how Wei Ying had gone off on tangents about Lan Wangji and his own musical capabilities. Lan Wangji hadn’t asked to hear a word of it, but he’d only been met with a knowing smile whenever he dared to glare up at his brother.

It isn't fair, Lan Xichen has been in his own relationship for years now, there's nothing Lan Wangji can do to retaliate.

Not that he would, thinking about it is different than actually doing it.

"Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying’s voice cuts through Lan Zhan's thoughts almost as soon as he walks into the classroom, the other boy almost bouncing out of his seat by the time Lan Zhan settles in at his own desk. "You left so fast when I was at your house last week, I didn't even get to say hi!" Wei Ying scolds, but the words are lined with a teasing tone and the pout on his face is quickly replaced with a grin.

"I did not want to intrude." Lan Wangji hears himself say, knowing that it was as close to the truth as he'd let himself get while Wei Ying was looking at him like that.

"You still could have stuck around! Your brother says I need to get used to playing in front of people anyways, you could have been my first audience." There's that smile again, Lan Wangji was sure it was supposed to show him that Wei Ying wasn't really upset with him for leaving, but all it does is make the tangled, knotted mess of words in Lan Wangji's throat worse than it already was.

He opens his mouth to speak, but he doesn't get the chance to before their teacher is starting class and Lan Wangji feels himself swallow down the tangle of words as he turns and faces forward in his seat.

He's grateful for the distraction, really. Wei Ying knows that he won't answer him again until class is over, though it rarely stops him from trying.

"Lan Zhan," Wei Ying whispers, and Lan Wangji's eyes flick upwards to the clock on the wall, there’s still another 40 minutes before he would have to answer Wei Ying. "Lan Zhan," Wei Ying tries again, and Lan Wangji glances over at him this time, "tell me what your favorite song on the flute is and I'll ask your brother to teach me how to play it on my dizi.”

Normally, that kind of offer would be something Lan Wangji would only think about when he couldn't sleep and his mind inevitably drifted to thoughts of Wei Ying, but hearing it offered to him in real life makes his mouth feel dry. "There is no need." Lan Wangji answers, breaking his own rule, but he would feel guilty enough about it later, when Wei Ying was no longer looking at him.

Wei Ying groans loudly then, almost leaning over into Lan Wangji's space before their teacher calls on him to answer a question. He doesn’t try to hear whether or not Wei Ying answers the question correctly, instead, Lan Wangji forces himself to stare straight ahead, his hand taking notes almost mechanically.

He doesn’t doubt that Lan Xichen would teach Wei Ying any song he showed an interest in learning, it’s the thought of Wei Ying learning something for him that makes the knot of words even bigger in Lan Wangji’s throat, his grip on his pen entirely too tight as he ignores the way Wei Ying keeps trying to get his attention again, refusing to look over until he gives up entirely.

His throat feels tight when he dares to look over at Wei Ying out of the corner of his eye. Long hair drapes over Wei Ying’s shoulder like a shadow, stretching out and covering his forearm as Wei Ying reaches up and pushes some of it back. If it kept getting in the way, Lan Wangji knew that he would tie it up even higher eventually, sweeping it up into a messy bun that left his neck exposed and left Lan Wangji’s mouth even drier than it already had been.

Unless Wei Ying’s own hair tie broke again, and if it did, he would wordlessly wave his hand at Lan Wangji until he handed him one out of his bag.

He wouldn’t have an answer if Wei Ying ever asked him why he carried hair ties, his own hair was kept short, and he’d only started carrying them after he’d watched Wei Ying whine and wince at using rubber bands in his hair.

Wei Ying’s hair tie does not break during the last few moments of their class and Wei Ying does not ask Lan Wangji why he carries hair ties in his bag.

He almost thinks that he’s escaped Wei Ying’s question, but then he’s caught in the middle of the hallway, Wei Ying’s hand tight around his wrist keeping him from going any further.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying whines, pulling at his hand and pouting when Lan Wangji finally turns around to face him. “Tell me your favorite song! I wanna learn it for you!”

Lan Wangji should tell him no, he should stay firm in his decision to turn him down, but a sigh is leaving him before he can stop himself. “I will tell my brother so the correct sheet music can be found when Wei Ying is ready to learn it.” His own resolve crumbles in Lan Wangji’s hands in the face of Wei Ying’s pout, just like it has every time since simple friendship had given way to a hopeless crush.

“Really?” Wei Ying’s face brightens and his grip on Lan Wangji’s wrist only tightens as Lan Wangji nods minutely. No one else beyond his brother should have been able to catch it, but Wei Ying does. The pout is gone within seconds, like clouds breaking up after a storm to reveal a sun shining too brightly and too warmly over Lan Wangji’s skin.

It should have been the end of the discussion, but Wei Ying insists on walking him to his next class, and Lan Wangji is incapable of telling him not to.

Over the next few weeks, Lan Xichen’s excuses for bringing Wei Ying into their home become flimsier and flimsier.

One week, Lan Xichen had claimed that Jiang Cheng’s lacrosse team was having a meeting at the Jiang household. “It was so loud, Wangji, Wei Ying and I couldn’t even have a conversation, let alone even think about music.” The explanation had made sense, and coming from anyone else, Lan Wangji might have believed it, but it was the smirk on his face that had given Lan Xichen away.

The week after that, his brother had only shrugged and claimed that the acoustics in their living room were better than those in the Jiang’s living room.

Lan Wangji still hasn’t forgiven him for the week he’d asked Wei Ying to stay over for dinner, though Lan Xichen had claimed that he only wanted to make up for all the times Wei Ying’s family had invited him to their table.

His brother is a traitor, but Lan Wangji is getting more and more used to that particular realization. Lan Xichen only smiled kindly in the face of every look Lan Wangji could have possibly given him.

He doesn’t believe it when his brother calls him and tells him that he’s going to be late to Wei Ying’s lesson because his car had gotten a flat, stranding him a whole town away. Lan Xichen had sworn he would be back in time.

“There’s no point in canceling the lesson,” Lan Xichen had told him that right before he asked Lan Wangji to keep Wei Ying company while he waited.

Now, Lan Wangji is left to sit in the living room while he waits for Wei Ying, his spine perfectly straight even though he feels like sneaking up to his room and pretending that he isn’t home when the doorbell finally rings.

Lan Wangji thinks about doing just that until he’s twisting the doorknob and opening the door, but he’s rooted to the spot by the time Wei Ying’s face lights up, his own mouth falling open just a little bit.

Wei Ying doesn’t wait to be invited in, he just slides past Lan Wangji, careful not to knock his dizi case into him before he bends down to take off his shoes. His hair is mussed from the walk over and Lan Wangji feels his hand twitch with the want to step forward and smooth it down once Wei Ying rights himself.

Lan Wangji swallows it down as he closes the door.

“My brother will be late today.” Lan Wangji says, following Wei Ying with his eyes as he walks into the living room and then turns around to look at Lan Wangji when he finds no Lan Xichen. There was more he could say, he could give Wei Ying a better explanation, but before his mouth can speak, his body is turning towards the stairs.

The polite thing to do would be to sit with Wei Ying until his brother arrived, and Lan Wangji desperately wants to do that as much as he desperately doesn’t want to.

Wei Ying’s hand is wrapped around his wrist again by the time he’s climbed to the third step, almost dragging Lan Wangji back down to the first floor with him. “You’re gonna leave me down here by myself, Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying asks as he pulls on Lan Wangji’s sleeve, and for a moment, he looks genuinely worried enough that Lan Wangji climbs back down a single step. He wants to tell Wei Ying that his brother won’t be long, that he’d promised Lan Wangji that much, but the worry on Wei Ying’s face quickly shifts into something much more mischievous. “Who’s gonna keep me from finding all your embarrassing baby pictures?”

In that same breath, all of the sympathy Lan Wangji might’ve had is gone, “Uncle keeps both mine and Xichen’s photos in a locked cabinet.” Lan Wangji wouldn’t say where, that would only give Wei Ying ideas, but he doesn’t back down.

“I can pick locks, you know.” Wei Ying takes his hand away and takes his warmth with it as he rocks back on his heels.

“You cannot.” Lan Wangji hadn’t ever seen Wei Ying pick a lock, but he couldn’t outright say that Wei Ying couldn’t, he could only say that he wasn’t allowed to do it here.

“If you leave me by myself, how are you going to make sure I don’t do anything? I bet you were a cute baby, Lan Zhan.” He knew when Wei Ying was trying to rile him up, Wei Ying didn’t even bother to hide it anymore and Lan Wangji no longer bothered with trying to act as though he were unaffected.

“Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji starts, stepping down once more. He’s only standing on the bottom step now, and Wei Ying’s head is level with his chest with barely an inch between them.

“Lan Zhan.” Wei Ying’s hands are behind his back now, but Lan Wangji knows just how quickly those hands can get into trouble.

Their staring contest lasts only a few seconds, deadlocked silence weighing between them before Lan Wangji feels himself break, sidestepping Wei Ying as he climbs off the last step, but catches his wrist at the last second and drags him back into the living room behind him.

Wei Ying’s too loud laughter bounces between the hallway and the living room and Lan Wangji’s grip on his wrist tightens before he can stop himself, his shoulders straightening out the next moment. He would not give Wei Ying the satisfaction of knowing that he’d ruffled him with what might have been empty threats. Those threats might have been completely unfounded, and Lan Wangji wouldn’t let himself find out either way, not today.

“Wei Ying should start before brother arrives, lessons will not take so long if you warm up before.” Lan Wangji would only stand in the living room with him to make sure he did it, he would not run Wei Ying through his exercises or guide his hands the way he’d watched his brother do, Wei Ying was far past the point of that being necessary.

It didn’t matter how much he wanted to.

To his credit, Wei Ying seems to consider it, setting his dizi case down on the coffee table and coming to stand just a few inches away from Lan Wangji, a look Lan Wangji couldn’t name spreading across his face before Lan Wangji even has the chance to think he might be up to something.

“When you say it like that, Lan Zhan, it sounds like you don’t want me around.” If Wei Ying notices Lan Wangji’s eyes widening by just a fraction, he has the kindness not to call him out for it, even as he takes another step closer and Lan Wangji wishes he had more room to back away.

“Is that it? Lan Zhan? Do you not want me here?” Wei Ying sounds quieter than he’d ever bothered to be in Lan Wangji’s presence, an honest frown pulling at his lips and Lan Wangji’s heart leaps up into his throat, dislodging the knot of words.

“No,” Lan Wangji answers, he knows his voice sounds rough, but he’s helpless to stop it as the truth comes spilling out, “I do not mind Wei Ying being here.” It doesn’t sound right, it doesn’t sound like enough, and when he dares to glance up at Wei Ying, he sees that he doesn’t altogether believe him.

“It’s okay if you don’t like me being here, Lan Zhan, Xichen-ge and I can always go back to practicing at my house-”

“No.”

Having Wei Ying in his house had driven Lan Wangji to distraction, but the thought of him leaving and never coming back is far, far worse.

“I like it when Wei Ying comes over.” Too much, Lan Wangji liked it too much when Wei Ying came over, he realizes, color starting at his ears and spreading down his neck and over his cheeks quickly. His fingers twitch and ache at his side to grab onto Wei Ying’s wrist again, to try and make him understand, but Lan Wangji thinks better of it, tucking both hands just behind his back.

Silence fills the air around them like flooding water and Lan Wangji is the first to look away, his chest already aching as if he were drowning. He should have gone up to his room and let Wei Ying do whatever he liked, he should have just asked his brother to cancel the lesson, he shouldn’t have-

Wei Ying steps forward and calls his name before Lan Wangji’s mind can spiral any further, his hand is warm, too warm, as he wraps his fingers around Lan Wangji’s wrist and pulls it from behind his back.

He expects Wei Ying to tease him and laugh, but he doesn’t, instead, he asks, too softly, “Lan Zhan, are you sure?”

Lan Wangji nods with a click in his throat, still unable to look up and meet Wei Ying’s eyes, even as the hold Wei Ying has on his wrist squeezes for just a second. “Do you want me to come over more?” The question is genuine enough that it makes Lan Wangji’s heart feel like it’s being squeezed.

“Wei Ying could if he wanted.” It wasn’t like Lan Wangji hadn’t ever thought of inviting Wei Ying over before, but the words had always died on the tip of his tongue whenever he tried to give them voice.

Suddenly there’s barely a breath left between them as Wei Ying comes closer, their noses just brushing as Lan Wangji’s head snaps up. “Wei Ying would like to.” Wei Ying says slowly, the words coming out of his mouth as clunkily as Lan Wangji always feels his do, though the smile on Wei Ying’s face is different now, it’s softer, sweeter. “If that’s what Lan Zhan wants too.”

Lan Wangji’s mouth falls open just slightly and his eyes drop down to the hand that’s still holding onto his wrist, his other hand coming up to hold onto Wei Ying’s wrist gently as he nods silently. His words are sticking in his throat again, but the way Wei Ying’s smile brightens tells him that he understands.

“You’re brother’s gonna be so jealous when he realizes that I’m not coming over just for lessons anymore.” Wei Ying laughs, and Lan Wangji feels a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Brother will live.”

#the untamed #mdzs #mdzs fic #wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #lan zhan #wei ying #am i aware that courtesy names arent used modernly yes do i care not really #bc frankly using their birthnames is a lil uncomfy for me sometimes #ill put an ao3 link in my rb to my mainblog

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falderaletcetera · 5 months ago

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(a. this is very quick and scruffy b. no really and c. I can only apologise for the taxidermy dog. it should be clear I'm not exactly in control here.)

He was already steepling his fingers, but that didn't feel like enough for this, so he ducked his head and indulged in a sigh.

The client was an eccentric. This wasn't their usual sort of business - "eccentric" usually meant "rich", meant they could fight their battles themselves and normally screw innocents over in the process, but this was some friend of a friend of Sophie's who'd inherited the eccentricity and put the money towards good causes and all that was left to them was a house a bit bigger than one person really needed and furnishings that spoke of a solid family history of peculiarity.

(Yes, "them". He'd spent approximately ten seconds fishing after that before Sophie gave him a look and he committed the pronoun to memory. It's just not what he expected from a stuffy fifty-something in a sweater vest. He's no bigot. He's adjusting.)

It's Sophie who wraps up while he's trying to figure out what the problem is. Well, she does know artistic types - she's even been a muse herself, though not quite in the same way as this.

Maybe he's had a drink too many, maybe he's still feeling the effects of the last job's concussion - he brings it upon himself, he knows that, picking personas that play to his strengths - because Hardison's halfway through briefing them on the target when Nate comes out with, "Are we really going after the dog?"

All pairs of eyes turn to look at him. Sophie looks momentarily amused, Eliot's still technically finishing the washing up, the others-

"We're not leaving it behind," says Parker, a little disgruntled.

"We're not," says Sophie, reaching a hand out to touch the arm of the chair in comfort. The fact that Parker's perching on the back of the chair and not in it is beside the point.

"And the dog's important because, what, it's an heirloom?" Nate was there for this. He was there for this, and he maybe hasn't had enough sleep, and he let Sophie take over because she had a handle on the situation, and now he's beginning to think this job has gotten away from him already.

"Nate," says Sophie, "it was their grandfather's dog."

"Yes," he says - he'd gotten that much - "but,"

"That's not it, though," interjects Hardison. "It's... it's their rubber duck."

"We're... stealing a rubber duck?" says Parker. (Frankly, Nate's glad he didn't have to be the one to ask.)

"No, no," says Hardison, turning like he wished he had a powerpoint prepped for this. "It's part of the process," he says instead. "Some computer programmers keep a rubber duck on their desk to explain their problems to, yeah? A lot of the time just explaining the problem helps them find a solution. This writer..."

"...Talks to the dog instead," Nate finishes. He gets it. It's not the worst thing they've ever gotten back for someone, though he can see a hint of Eliot's I can't believe we're doing this shit expression as the man dries his hands on a teatowel. He really looks surprisingly at home in a flowery apron for someone in his line of work.

(Nate still isn't sure who's figured out that Hardison's the one who bought it and left it in the kitchen in the first place. Sophie, probably. Parker, he's not necessarily expecting to get a read on. Eliot... might be humouring Hardison, now that he thinks about it, and isn't that a thought.)

"Except they can't," says Sophie, a bite in her voice, "because that talentless hack hired people to steal the poor thing to keep Hargraves from writing any more books. All because they actually write queer people as people."

And that, really, is the crux of it - because from all Nate's heard about their work Hargraves is, in fact, a force for good; because the mark has worrying political associations and is definitely using her fame and fortune for some underhanded shit, and if the team can knock her down a peg in the process of this, all the better. And, okay, because this is something Sophie really seems to care about, and seeing that in her feels warmer than whiskey.

"Fiddle game won't work for this one," he says, catching her eye. "She'll be too paranoid for that." Sophie settles down a little, looks at him. Smiles like they know something the others don't.

"The Vieux Carré," she says, not quite a suggestion, and he feels his face mirror the expression.

Now he knows what he's doing.

He sets down his glass, stands up, sets palm to palm and has a quick look around the room. "Let's go steal a rubber duck."

okay so the need to write has been gnawing at my ankles again but the part of my brain that gets interested in things is still hibernating - if anyone wants to drop me a prompt, I promise I will pick one and at least try? barebones is fine, I just need the social pressure.

#dammit onyx (affectionate)#by which I mean thank you!#leverage #I'm picturing the s4 base aka nate's apartment. because I need them to be lategame soft with each other.#falderal speaks #if I'd tried to change directions I'd have lost momentum so here we are.

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flightfoot · 4 years ago

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Adrichat Hell - Day 30 - Wedding

AO3

@adrichatnovember2020

Marinette still wasn’t totally sure how this had happened.

Yes she’d been the wedding planner, but she was half-convinced she was dreaming the whole time she worked to set it up.

At first glance, it looked like a normal party. Balloons, streamers, tables with food (catered by a combination of her parents and Alya’s mom of course), even a turntable for Nino and a stage.

She didn’t know what the stage was for exactly. The wedding ceremony she guessed? Adrien had been pretty vague about why he needed it.

At least his reasons for needing the Mouse and Fox Miraculous were pretty clear. Using three Miraculous at once wasn’t generally advised, but he’d practiced while she was there to help, and it didn’t seem likely to be outright dangerous. Unlike when she’d used several Miraculous at once, he was only wearing the ones he needed, which should limit the exhaustion.

While she’d helped arrange most of it, such as setting up the tables, catering, inviting friends, etc., there were a few things Adrien had insisted on tending to himself.

Looking around, she frowned. Adrien had insisted on inviting Luka personally; so where was he?

*strumming noises*

Ah, must be Luka! Different guitar than usual, but he did have… some… variety…

Her jaw dropped.

Luka strode onto the stage wearing a giant top hat, a monstrosity of a green suit, blue sunglasses, and… was that a red rose in his lapel? Well she knew what Adrien had contributed to the ensemble.

“How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just doin' what comes naturally,” Lukaler belted out, playing the guitar while he sang.

“How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just following my destiny.”

...Marinette felt like she should’ve seen this coming. She didn’t know HOW she was supposed to see it coming, but she should have.

As Lukaler continued the song that she was sure would be playing incessantly in her head for the next month, many of her friends who had initially just stopped and stared, shrugged and started dancing instead.

Lukaler finished singing his signature song, abruptly changing it to “Here Comes the Bride”.

Chat Noir approached the stage, wearing a modified version of his suit, turning it into a leather dress. Could’ve used some more color to it, but Plagg did what he could.

Meanwhile, Adrien approached from the other side, wearing the fitted suit Marinette had modified. Though she’d had to REfit it once they both realized that in reality, he’d still be wearing his Chat Noir suit underneath it.

Figuring out how to pull this off was a little tricky. They could’ve just had one be an illusion of course, but then they’d go POOF super easily, plus they wouldn’t really still be Adrien.

The Mouse Miraculous solved the duplication problem, but then Adrien wouldn’t exactly look like ADRIEN, would he?

Ultimately he ended up using all three Miraculous - the Mouse so he could be in two places at once, the Black Cat so he could be Chat Noir, and the Fox to disguise that he was transformed using the Mouse as both Adrien and Chat Noir.

“Do you, Chat Noir, take Adrien to be your husband, through good times and bad, through sickness and through health, through whatever trials and tribulations may await you, ‘til death do you part?”

“I do,” Chat Noir said, eyes trained on… wait, was Adrien seriously blushing? Maybe it was just an illusion, but… at this point, she didn’t want to know.

“And do you, Adrien, take Chat Noir to be your husband, through good times and bad, through sickness and through health, through whatever trials and tribulations may await you, ‘til death do you part?”

“I do.”

“Then I pronounce you-” Lukaler strummed his guitar, “partners for life!”

Chat Noir gently lifted Adrien up in a bridal carry, bringing him closer, the sun playing on their hair so they almost appeared to be glowing with marital bliss, until they locked in a passionate kiss.

Marinette ducked her head, trying to deal with the VERY confused emotions going on inside of her.

Lukaler launching into a song to the tune of “Biggering” about the importance of self-love and breaking free from abusive influences was NOT helping.

But…

Looking at all her friends dancing and clapping, having fun, getting together for the first time since Hawkmoth’s defeat?

Maybe “confusing” was okay.

...she still wanted to know why Luka just happened to have a Onceler outfit available at the drop of a hat though.

“STOP!”

Marinette’s head swiveled to the voice, along with the rest of the crowd.

A boy stood at the side of the stage wearing one of those Viperion costumes that’d been gaining popularity lately, complete with…

...Ok after this was over she was going to find whoever was making these rubber masks and try to find a way to make them less nightmare-inducing. She didn’t even want to know what her own mask would look like.

(Yes she did)

(It’d be great for pranking her Kitty later)

“Lukaler, Lukaler, my dude Lukaler,” Ninoperion opined (no one else said “dude” as much as he did; she’d have to talk to him about breaking that habit while in disguise, or else Alya wouldn’t be the only one to figure out his secret identity). “I have loved you from afar for so long, have counted every day that goes by without your presence, longing only to set eyes on you once more. I- I dare not to ask, for I am simply a superhero, and you? You are an icon, rising from the ashes, never able to be killed (as much as some may have tried) but simply reincarnating in a new form, but- would you marry me?”

What.

What even.

Lukaler strutted over to Ninoperion, gently cupping his chin in his hands, tilting it upwards. “I have been watching you too,” he purred, “You underestimate yourself, for I have always loved you.” He strummed a few chords on his guitar. “Let us make sweet music together!”

NOPE.

Marinette spun around, walking back home.

“Hey, where are you going?” Chat Noir shouted at her.

“TO BED. WAKE ME UP WHEN THE WORLD MAKES SENSE AGAIN!”

“Do you think we overdid it?” Adrien wondered.

Ninoperion shrugged. “Alya’s taping this, she can catch Marinette up later. In the meantime, we have a second wedding to get underway!”

@gale-of-the-nomads invented the monstrosity known as Lukaler, and I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity. I dunno who started the whole “Luka is Nino” thing, but I had to include it as well!

#adrichat hell #adrichat #lukaler #ml fanfic #crack fic #Miraculous ladybug

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fruit-teeth · 4 years ago

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Matters of Time and Fate (Chapter 24)

The bed felt cold as Olivia lay there, staring at the ceiling. She could hear a giant beetle pounding its wings against her glass, and while the sight of such a creature disgusted her, she paid the insect little attention this time. Her tears had dried against her cheeks, but they had left itchy stains on her face that wouldn't go away no matter how hard she wiped them away with her sleeve.

Olivia had been up in her room for the past hour or so. Or perhaps it had been two hours, though she had no idea how long it had been. She didn't want to keep feeling awful; she simply wanted to stay in bed and cuddle her plush cat and rubber duck until she felt better. Yet it had been a substantial amount of time, and she still wasn’t feeling right again. Internally, she screamed at herself, demanding that the sadness be cast away, but it wouldn’t budge. The bitterness sat in her chest like a boulder, similar to what she had felt when she learned her father died.

There was a knock on the door just then. Olivia lifted her head, and she asked after a moment, “Who is it?”

“It’s me,” Miss Pauling’s voice filtered through, wavering and low. “May I come in?”

Olivia wiped her eye roughly. “…yeah. Okay,”

The door creaked open, and Miss Pauling slipped in. She wasn’t dressed in her normal clothes, rather she had put on a pair of sweatpants and a long t-shirt. Her hair was also quite messy, and she looked tired.

Pauling sat on the edge of Olivia’s bed, saying nothing for a moment. Soon, though, she remarked, “Helen does love you, you know.”

Olivia sniffled, pulling the quilt tighter around herself. “She left me…” she mumbled.

“She wanted to make sure you went to a good home,” Pauling explained gently. “I can’t…I can’t explain everything that she does, but she wanted to give you a good chance. That’s why she didn’t just leave you at an orphanage when your dad died.”

“But…” Olivia’s lip trembled. “What’s wrong with me? Why couldn’t I have her?”

“Nothing’s wrong with you!” Pauling assured, taking a moment to carefully rub at Olivia’s back. “I was there right after you were born…she wanted you to be safe and cared-for, she had me take care of you and keep you warm,”

Olivia let this information process, and she sat up in surprise. “You…” she wiped her nose with her wrist, still teary but intrigued. “You were there when I was a baby?”

Pauling couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah. She called me over after you were born, and I got you cleaned up for the social worker.”

Olivia had never heard her father tell her stories about when she was a baby, and her nanny had simply stated she was "cute" and nothing else. She only had a few photos of herself as an infant, and it had felt so strange to think that she had once been such a chubby, toothless thing. Now, though, there was someone who’d been present for her infancy.

“What was I like as a baby?” Olivia asked, shifting closer to talk to Pauling easier.

“Well…” Pauling thought about it. “You were very tiny, and you were actually pretty quiet for a new baby. I had to make sure you were okay,”

“Was I okay?” Olivia wanted to know, as if she were worried for her past, infant self.

Pauling nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind Olivia’s ear. “Yeah, you were fine! From what I know, anyway, you were healthy, just small…I gave you a bath in the sink, you were really calm about it, but you did cry a little when I took you out of your swaddle,”

Olivia wrinkled her nose. “Swaddle?”

“Oh – sorry, the towel you were in. The swaddle. But yeah…” Pauling smiled at her again. “I wish I had pictures but…it was just that one night.”

Olivia thought about what’d she had just heard. She’d been a calm, happy baby who liked baths…she compared that to how she became later, as her father had taught her to become mean and ruthless. Her mind did not harp on that too much, though, and she instead grinned to herself at the thought of getting a bath from someone else. “I don’t take baths, now. Just showers,”

“I know,” Pauling replied. “And that surprises me a lot, I’ve never met a lot of kids like you…” she went quiet for a moment, before saying, “Look…I’m sorry I kept that secret from you. You must have had a lot of questions about your mom when you were little, ones your dad didn’t answer.”

“Yeah…” Olivia confessed. “But it wasn’t weird. I did okay…”

Pauling turned to look Olivia up and down: that same tiny baby she’d washed in the sink, bigger now and sitting next to her. Without giving it much thought, she reached over and picked Olivia up, pulling her into her lap. “Yeah,” Pauling agreed in a soft voice, holding back tears as she rested her chin on Olivia’s head. “Yeah, you’ve done great…”

Olivia was taken aback by the hug, but she accepted it with open arms, burying her cheek against Pauling's chest and letting herself be held. Soft guitar music began to flow in from downstairs at the same time, and Olivia looked up when it reached her ears. “Guitar?”

“Oh,” Pauling realized, noticing it too. “That’s Engie…he must be playing a little something. I wonder if he’s playing for the others?”

Olivia slid off of Pauling’s lap and went to the door, heading into the hallway to find out. Pauling followed her, rubbing her eyes and smoothing her hair back as the two headed down the hall.

Engineer sat on the couch in the living room, slowly picking his guitar strings. Scout lay sprawled out on the floor, staring at the ceiling with raw, red eyes. Pyro hovered near him, gently stroking his hair and muttering sweet things he couldn't understand.

When Olivia and Pauling stepped in, Engineer paused his playing. “Hey, you two. Feelin’ better, Olivia?”

Olivia gave a half-hearted shrug. “I dunno…I feel a little better, I guess, but…” she couldn’t quite articulate the sensation, instead gesturing to her chest. “I feel bad in here still,”

“I feel ya,” Scout spoke up from where he lay, his voice wavering a bit. Olivia glanced down at him, before kneeling and laying down on the floor to join him.

Engineer smiled at the sight, but Olivia and Scout were both so unhappy, he couldn't bring himself to laugh. “Hey, you too…either of you wanna talk about how you’re feeling? That might help…”

Scout rolled over on his side and curled up like a frog, frowning. Olivia copied him without much thought, but when Engineer’s words fully sunk in, she considered the prospect.

“Okay,” Olivia sat back up, wiping her eyes again. “Well…” she drew her knees up and hugged them. “I feel like…Mommy didn’t want me because there was something wrong with me,”

Engineer clicked his tongue. “Nah, nah, darlin’…don’t think like that. People have different reasons for doin’ things, it probably had a lot less to do with you and more to do with whatever she was dealin’ with…”

Miss Pauling took a seat on the sofa, letting out a shaky sigh. “Yeah, you’re right about that, Engie…”

Olivia sighed. “But…but Daddy said she didn’t want me…”

“That’s what he thought you’d understand,” Engineer clarified. “Y’know, Olivia, adults are really complex sometimes, and sometimes we don’t think little kids will understand the things we do. So…we try to make it simpler for you. Maybe that’s why your daddy told you that,”

“Hm…” Olivia thought it over. “But he knew I was smart…he told me every day. We’d do plans for the company at night, and if I did something right he’d say to me, ‘you’re so smart, Olivia!’” She pressed her cheek against her knee. “Mommy wouldn’t say that to me…”

Engineer went quiet, and he set his guitar to the side to lean in a little so Olivia could hear him better. “Look,” he began. “You don’t need her approval, okay? You got plenty of people in this house who care so much about you. When you got that, you can’t lose, all right?”

Olivia took this in, before she confessed quietly, “I wanted a mom like the kids on TV…”

“TV makes you want a lot of stuff,” Scout spoke up from where he lay. “That’s always been my experience…” he sniffed. “Makes you want a good dad, too…”

The floorboards beside the living room creaked, and Olivia noticed right away. “What was that?” she asked, looking around.

Engineer sighed. “Oh, lord…I know who it is,” he set his guitar down, calling, “I hear you, Spy. You can come out,”

Spy uncloaked himself, somewhat shamefully. When he appeared, Scout refused to look at him, choosing instead to pick at part of the carpet. Engineer clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“I’m glad you decided to stick around,” Engineer informed Spy. “But sneakin’ around like this ain’t the way.”

“It’s my job,” Spy defended, a sharper edge to his tone than he’d perhaps intended. He leaned against the wall, staring at the floor. “I’m just…at a loss.”

Miss Pauling glanced up from her spot on the sofa. “At a loss of what?”

“Of what to do next…” Spy’s hands shook a little as he rubbed at his brow, grimacing.

Engineer frowned. “Seriously? Spy—he’s right there.” He gestured to Scout. “How about you stop dodging this and talk to your kid for once?”

When Spy looked up, Scout snorted, “Oh, hell, no. I ain’t talkin’ to that bastard.”

“Now, Scout,” Engineer chided, though his voice was gentle. “I think you deserve some closure and—”

“Don’t tell me how to feel!” Scout snapped, bitter. “Maybe I wanna be angry! Ever thought of that? I got a right to be mad, don’t tell me I’m wrong for it!”

Engineer paused. “I…I wasn’t gonna say that,” he sighed. “I just feel like, if you two don’t talk this out, it’ll only get worse. You know?”

Scout hugged his arms, looking away again, mumbling. Spy watched him for a few, silent seconds, before he took a long breath.

“Jeremy,” he began, stepping towards the young man. “I…I apologize for…well, everything. When you were born, I ran into a great deal of trouble, and as a young man, I did not know how to deal with it properly…”

Spy sat down on the carpet, sitting just across from where Scout was. Olivia watched in silence, checking Scout’s reaction, but he maintained the same, stoic demeanor.

Nevertheless, Spy continued talking. “This isn’t an excuse, I should add. I just wanted to explain why it happened the way it did, because…I should have done better. I should have worked to find a better solution and deal with what happened like a man. But I was a coward, and…” he paused, trying to get reasonable control over his words. “You are not obligated to forgive me, in fact I don’t expect that from you. However, I…I promise I will not leave you again. Not after everything.”

There was a long silence. Scout finally looked up at Spy, his eyes visibly tearing up again. After a moment, he managed to speak. “Thanks…I didn’t think you were actually gonna say sorry.” He wiped his nose, sniffling. “I had a really hard time without a dad, you know. I guess you’re here now, anyway, but…thanks for sayin’ sorry. Means a lot…”

Spy nodded, looking a little relieved to hear that. “All right…good…” he cleared his throat again, clearly trying not to cry. “Well…I’m pleased we could talk about this…even if…”

Scout cut him off. “Yeah, yeah, man. Whatever.” He had a little smile on his face, though, his hands moving up from the carpet to sit on his lap.

Upon witnessing the interaction, Engineer had a sudden realization. “Wait—hey, this is a good idea,”

“What is?” Miss Pauling questioned, not catching on.

“We can just…talk to each other, about what we’re feeling, and…” he tried to think of how to explain it better. “This past day has been wild, and maybe we’d feel better if we just talked openly about what we were feeling,”

“Like a hippie circle?” Scout scoffed, but then backtracked. “I dunno, I ain’t sayin’ it’s a bad idea, actually…”

Miss Pauling sat up taller, considering it. “Sure, we can try it…we can get the others to join in, if they want to,”

“I can start again,” Spy offered, focusing on Pauling. “Miss Pauling, I…I’m sorry for what happened back there, for telling what you told me not to tell…”

“Oh—” Miss Pauling waved him off a little. “No, no…it’s my fault, anyway…Helen told me not to tell that secret in the first place, and…” she teared up again, looking away. “I let her down…”

Pyro patted Pauling’s hand sympathetically while Spy assured her, “No, Miss Pauling…it was her who ran off. It was her who couldn’t look her own child in the eyes and admit what happened. Do not blame yourself.”

Miss Pauling composed herself, rubbing her eye with her wrist. “I guess…” she muttered, unwilling to criticize Helen despite the fact that something in her eyes indicated that she wanted to.

At that moment, Heavy came walking up from the basement, with Medic close behind him. “What is happen up here?” Heavy wanted to know, coming to stand just beside where Spy was seated.

“We’re just havin’ conversations,” Engineer explained. “Just being honest about what’s on our minds.”

Heavy sat down, nodding. “Yes, this is good.”

Medic spotted Olivia, and he moved to sit near her. “Hello again, young one. Look who came to see you,” he moved aside part of his jacket, revealing that Teddy was pressed there.

Olivia’s face lit up, pleased to see the little baboon again. “Teddy!” she reached out to pet his fur gently.

Medic smiled, and he carefully pried Teddy off him. “Here, why don’t you hold him for a bit?”

Olivia gladly accepted Teddy, holding him just how she’d been directed to and watching as he grabbed onto the collar of her shirt. She giggled, “He likes me!”

“He does, you are a natural with him.” Medic praised, patting her head.

As Heavy watched them, he got an expression of gentle love on his face, taking in just how kind Medic could be with Olivia. A thought then crossed his mind, and he looked to Engineer. “I have something to talk about,”

“Oh?” Engineer nodded. “Okay, well…go ahead, big guy.”

Heavy straightened up, looking back at Medic again. “Doktor,” he prompted, getting the other man’s attention. “May I talk about…us?”

Medic glanced up, and he paused, thinking it over. “…yes,” he decided. “Yes, Misha, go ahead…”

Heavy looked back at the rest of the group, before he began to speak. “For long time, now, Doktor and I have been…in love. And…we did not know if she would talk about it, or tell, but…now I want to talk about it.”

Heavy and Medic's relationship was no secret among the mercenaries, thus his admission came as no surprise. Yet, the others chose to be respectful about this.

“We do not think differently of either of you, mon ami,” Spy affirmed, patting Heavy’s shoulder.

“Yeah, we support you guys.” Scout agreed.

Heavy smiled, visibly relieved. “Oh, thank you…I am so happy to be here with all of you.”

Medic approached Heavy, curling up on his lap and giving him a kiss. “Goodness, I love you…” he hummed gently, cuddling against Heavy.

“I love you, too,” Heavy replied, pressing his cheek to Medic’s with a delighted hum.

Miss Pauling laughed softly. “Oh, God, you guys…you’re so sweet, you’re gonna give me a cavity.”

Olivia watched from where she held Teddy, recalling how she’d seen them in the basement before. They really did love each other, that much was clear…

It was after this interaction that the others began to trickle in, one by one, to see what was going on in the living room. Olivia began to feel better as they sat quietly on the couch or on the floor, talking quietly to one another, and she snuggled Teddy closer to her for warmth.

Zhanna had her head laid against Soldier’s shoulder, but she looked up at Olivia after a moment. “How are feeling, little one?”

“Okay…” Olivia shrugged. “I feel okay. I’m still sad because Mommy doesn’t want me…”

Sniper, who’d been rather quiet, slipped down closer to Olivia’s level to sit beside her. “Hey…I know that feeling. It hurts like hell, but you should know you aren’t alone. Okay?”

“I know,” Olivia informed him, pressing her cheek against his arm.

“Are you all right, lad?” Demoman wanted to know, watching Sniper’s expressions.

“Me? I’m fine, I’m fine…” Sniper stroked Olivia’s head a bit. After a moment, he admitted, “This, um…this did stir up some stuff for me, but I’m going to be all right.”

Olivia leaned into his touch, but her eyes landed on Lar-Nah, who was standing just across the room from her. Lar-Nah appeared to be staring at Sniper, but she had a peculiar expression on her face that Olivia couldn't figure out.

It seemed that Spy had noticed Lar-Nah, too, for he suddenly prompted, “What’s on your mind, Lar-Nah?”

Lar-Nah glanced up quickly. “What? What are you on about?”

“She’s plotting something!” Soldier piped up, eying her with suspicion.

“Oh, quiet,” Lar-Nah waved her hand dismissively at him, before looking down. “Everything is fine…”

“Nah, I don’t think everything is fine,” Engineer shook his head, motioning for her to sit with everyone else. “You’ve been real quiet ever since you came here…you wanna talk to us?”

Lar-Nah sat down, her back against the end table, and she said nothing for a moment. Finally, she began to speak. “I killed a man today.”

Scout’s head popped up in alarm. “You did!?”

“Oh—yes, she did,” Sniper gestured to her. “She slammed the whole microwave on his head! I saw it. He was about to shoot me, but she took him out.”

“Huh,” Scout slumped back down again. “We’re gonna get a new one, right?”

Demoman leaned over and gave Lar-Nah a firm pat on the back. “Good work! Did not take you for the type!”

Lar-Nah smiled a little, glancing up at him. “Thank you,” she replied, looking down at her hands and plucking at her nail polish. “That wasn't my first time killing someone.”

Everything seemed to pause for a moment. “Hey,” Miss Pauling pointed out. “So has everyone else in this room…aside from Olivia. And the baboon of course. If you feel bad about that, it’s not a problem here.”

“I don’t regret it.” Lar-Nah affirmed, the tone of her voice shifting. “I poisoned my aunt and uncle when I was a teenager…they deserved it.”

“What did they do?” Medic wanted to know, intrigued.

Lar-Nah fell silent again, before taking a long breath. “If I tell you…you’re going to feel bad for me, and…that isn’t what I want. I’ve never told anyone about this until now.”

“Please talk—is okay,” Heavy assured her.

Lar-Nah finally began, “They raised me because my mother died shortly after I was born. Growing up, they always told me I caused her to die, and that this meant I was a bad omen. That I was bad luck. My aunt was especially cruel to me…” she shuddered and rubbed her hair between her fingers in a self-soothing gesture. “I believed I was bad luck, but one day I had enough and put some chemicals into their food, and I promised myself I would never be a bad omen.”

“Good for you,” Engineer praised. “You didn’t put up with their mistreatment, and you decided to be better than what they told you you’d be.”

“No…” Lar-Nah shook her head. “No, no…you see, I’ve come to realize that…I am a bad omen. They were right…” she looked over at Sniper, and the only look in her eyes was one of crushing regret. “I was the reason the Australium ended up in space, which was what led to where we are today. I was the reason my child ended up dying. I was the reason my mother died…” she put her head in her hands, letting out a shaky sigh. “They were right about me—the only thing I’ve ever done is cause bad luck and misery.”

“Please, you know that isn’t true,” Medic tried his best to reassure her. “Surely, an intelligent person such as yourself would know that the concept of luck doesn’t exist, anyway…”

Sniper, however, appeared distressed at hearing this. “I…God, I had no idea…” he moved a little closer, trying to meet her eyes. “Hey—hey, look at me,” when she did, he explained, “I’m alive, now, all right? I’m okay, I ended up being okay. There’s no reason to tear yourself up over it, yeah? It’s all in the past, and besides: you saved me today. I’d say that makes up for it.”

Lar-Nah curled in on herself, but she looked back up at Sniper. “Truly?” she wanted to know, her voice low again. “You think that makes up for what happened to you?”

“I do…” Sniper rubbed her shoulder tenderly. “And I’m not mad at you, all right?”

Heavy leaned down and gave her a gentle half-hug. “Aunt and uncle were wrong about you…now you have chance here with us. Prove them wrong.”

A little taken aback by the hug, Lar-Nah fought back tears the best she could and leaned into Heavy’s hug. “Thank you…I’ll try.”

Olivia noticed Lar-Nah was about to cry, so she did the only thing she could think of and leaned against her arm. Lar-Nah didn’t respond to the touch at first, but after a moment, she gently patted Olivia’s head.

Miss Pauling's thoughts strayed back to Helen as she watched the scene unfold in front of her, and it was then that an idea hit her. “Wait…” she stood up, thinking it over. “Guys…we have to go out and find Helen!”

“What?” Soldier looked up, confused.

“Pauling, she’s an adult,” Engie assured. “She’ll come back when she’s ready.”

“No! No…” Miss Pauling began to pace, shaking her head. “I know her better than a lot of you guys…she took the Australium before she left, that means she’s probably not planning on coming back!”

Demo gritted his teeth. “’Course she took that. Well, where would she be?”

“I don’t know…” Pauling confessed. “But we have to find her and hold her accountable for—for everything, honestly. She’s been finding ways to avoid having to take accountability forever, and we need to put a stop to that!” she looked at Olivia, taking a breath. “For the sake of everyone. That includes herself…”

“What should we do then?” Spy wanted to know. “Should we form a search party?”

Pauling nodded. “Yeah…yeah. We should take multiple cars and drive all around, everywhere she could be!”

Heavy gestured to Olivia. “What about her? She stays here?”

“Can I come?” Olivia asked, looking up pleadingly at Miss Pauling. “I wanna help…”

Miss Pauling paused, thinking it over. “Olivia…I don’t think we can leave you here. Those people, they could come back, and then…” she shook her head. “I know what we’ll do—we’ll bring you along, but you need to stay in the car at all times, okay? We can’t risk letting anyone see you!”

“She can stay in my van,” Sniper offered. “I have room and a little space I could hide her.”

“Good,” Pauling nodded, relieved. “We’ll do that, then…”

Olivia adjusted Teddy in her arms, feeling a flurry of both excitement and fear. “We’re gonna get Mommy back here?”

Miss Pauling reached down, placing her hand on Olivia’s shoulder. “Yeah—let’s hope…”

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jeanjauthor · 4 years ago

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The ‘dreaded swimsuit season’ is coming up, and that means people are going to be obsessing about food and exercise and losing calories. First of all, I’m not a medical professional nor a nutritionist nor a physical therapist etc, so definitely consult with the appropriate personnel...but I cannot stress strongly enough, you must consult with non-fatphobic medical personnel.

Fatphobia kills people of all bodyweights, and this blog does not support fatphobia, especially medical fatphobia.

Now, with that said...if you want to be healthy, there are plenty of non-fatphobic things you can do about it. And the biggest things you need to know about how to go about it are: understanding your metabolism, understanding how muscles can affect your metabolism, and understanding how diet (foods, not fatphobia industry) can affect your metabolism.

Given all the fat-shaming bullshit thrown about in the so-called “Health Industry,” it sounds counterintuitive, but you actually need to eat more in order to lose weight. You need to teach your body that it’s not in starvation mode anymore, that it has plenty of calories and nutrients...and just start moving more. Not necessarily exercising more, but moving more.

2,000-2,500 calories a day is the range for a “normal” body-weight-and-size person. However, the more exercise you do, the more muscles you have, or simply the bigger a person you are (the more cells you have), the more calories you need. Unless you’re seriously short & skinny, a 1,500 calorie meal is a starvation meal, and that will put your body into “OMFG SAVE ALL THE CALORIES AS FAT!!” mode.

Literally, a toddler’s caloric needs are 1,100, and they range from 20-35 pounds. You’re several times that much. This doesn’t mean that if you weigh 175 pounds that you need to eat at least 5 times as many calories, however! In truth, you only need about double that, because a toddler’s metabolism is geared toward growing, whereas an adult’s metabolism is geared toward maintaining.

The best way to understand this is to realize your metabolism can be divided into 4 categories.

Your Resting Metabolic Rate is simply the amount of calories needed to keep you breathing, your blood pumping, your organs functioning. That’s 60%-75% of your caloric intake. You have your Thermic Effect of Food, which is another 10%, literally the energy it takes to chew and swallow and digest food & drinks, and then to excrete the leftover bathroom waste. The remaining two types of calorie burning are Non-Exercise Activity Thermogensis, and Activity Thermogenesis. Of those lattermost two, your body actually burns more of the Non-Exercise calories than the Active Exercise calories...and it is designed to burn more when simply moving.

Literally, just moving a bit more than you usually do in a typical day will burn calories effectively. Move around the house on every commercial break, stand up and sit down more often, change your position more frequently, raise and lower your arms, gently swing or kick your legs...just move more. When they say 30 minutes of (gentle) exercise a day, this is exactly what they are talking about. You don’t need weights, you don’t need machinery, you don’t need a gym membership. Just move. It’ll be a gradual process, but so long as you’re eating foods with plenty of fiber as well as other food types, you’ll feel full and won’t feel starved.

Now, if you want to burn calories even faster through vigorous exercise, you can do that, too...but again you need to use your metabolism. Make sure you’re not starving, because your body will go into a panic attack thinking you’re not only starving but are being chased by bears and will need plenty of fat to survive while you’re unable to gather food, etc because zomg you’re being chased by bears!!1! (Truly, the metabolism is a primitive/primal minded thing based upon hundreds of thousands of years of hunter-gatherer lifestyles, and does not comprehend modern life at all.)

And then, what do you do to burn more calories? You build muscles. Muscles burn a lot of calories. Not just through using said muscles in excercise, but muscles will burn through calories even while simply resting. The more muscles you have, the more calories your body will burn.

How do you build muscles? Well, there are two types of muscles, which while it sounds cannibalistic, we’ll call white meat and dark meat, because it’s the easiest mnemonic to remember. White meat (think breast meat on a chicken) is designed for strong but brief actions...and men have more white meat muscles than females, though obviously they have both kinds. That brief sprint towards a prey animal, the thrust of a spear into its body, aaaand done.

Dark meat muscles are meant for lower-strength repetitive actions. Walking around reaching up or stooping down or digging while gathering plants, with no need to rush and plenty of opportunities to rest. Chasing after young children. Weaving baskets, scraping and tanning hides into furs and leathers, cooking...these are tasks that require little to moderate amounts of strength, but most important, repeated movements. Women tend to have more dark meat muscles than men, though obviously they have both kinds.

(The reasons why wild ducks, partridges, grouse, etc, all have dark meat breast muscles is because they use those muscles to fly long distances. Chickens evolved from jungle-floor hunt-and-peck birds that mostly flew only short distances to get away from predators by flying up to the nearest tree branches, so they literally just needed a burst of strong energy over a short period of time, hence white meat muscles.)

Which type is better? Both, ideally, because they are useful in a variety of different ways. Which is better for burning calories? Ideally both, but it doesn’t really matter. All you need to do is build muscles.

As for how to do that...you know how you feel when you exercise until you are sore? That’s what you need to do. This is where weights and machines and treadmills do come in handy, but still aren’t necessary, since you can lift and lower objects around your home, and get exercise bands or surgical tubing for resistance training, and go for longer walks, etc.

The object is to (gently!) push your body to the point where your muscles are sore. You can do this by lifting weights for a few repetitions near your limit (use a spotter & practice safe lifting skills!!), which is a white meat muscle activity, or you can use lesser weights or resistance machinery (surgical tubing counts), but just do it more, which is dark meat muscle activity.

You can also do the “step down” method of weight training or resistance training, by starting near your limit, going until your muscles burn, then resting a few minutes while gently shaking out, massaging, or relaxing the muscles in question to help move the lactic acid out of your muscle tissues, along with hydrating. Then you “step down” the amount of weight (say by 20%-30%) and doing another set of reps (repetition movements) until again it’s a struggle, then another few minutes of rest, hydration, etc, before stepping down again, doing some reps...and then again when it’s at the lightest you can for as long as you can, then rest that muscle group.

Regardless of which way you weight/resistance train, take a full 48 hours off. Or as close to 48 as you manage--weight train 3 times a week, and then take up to 72 hours (three days) off so your body can fully recover. You can still exercise, but do not use weights or resistance machinery/rubber bands, etc.

Let your muscles use that 48 hours to heal, and eat more protein sources to help your body build more muscle strength, along with a variety of nutrients to get the right kinds of micronutrients. Again, I must emphasize: Do not starve your body. It will go into fat-storage mode and will only barely repair your muscles, nevermind build them bigger.

The goal is to build more muscle tissue. if you are hungrier than usual, eat more. Your body will tell you what it needs if you listen, and there are plenty of charts out there with “if you are craving X,Y, or Z, then try eating healthier foods A,B,C, D, E, or F!” and they’re actually not inaccurate...but it is okay to have the “less healthy” foods in moderation, same as in everything you eat.

But seriously, up your protein intake, which is what your body needs to build bigger muscles. The average (again, your needs may be more) person needs about 4 ounces (115 grams) of protein per meal, so you can shoot for more than that. And get your proteins from a variety of sources. Humans can manufacture a good number of amino acids (the building blocks of proteins), but we cannot synthesize 9 of them, the “9 essential amino acids.”

These 9 essential amino acids are: histidine, isoleucine, leucine, lysine, methionine, phenylalanine, threonine, tryptophan, and valine. Foods that contain all nine essential acids are called complete proteins. These include eggs, fish, beef, pork, poultry, and whole sources of soy (tofu, edamame, tempeh, and miso).

While plant proteins have lower essential amino acid contents when compared to animal proteins, they will also have different ratios of the various amio acids compared to most animal-based proteins. This is something that vegetarians and vegans need to keep in mind.

Some plant-based foods can be combined together to complement and/or supplement. “Rice & beans” is one such combination. Basically, you combine a grain (in this case rice) with a pulse (legumes, like beans, or peas, etc). Here in America, in Mexican restaurants, a serving of refried beans and Spanish rice (seasoned with tomatoes & spices) is often automatically included as a side for most dishes. This provides a great deal of carbohydrates, but it also provides a more or less “complete protein” set of those essential amino acids.

Corn, beans, and squash plants do the same thing, providing a complete protein when combined together, as well as plenty of carbs. These three plant types are the “Three Sisters” of indigenous North Americans. They are best when planted together, the corn providing a trellis for the beans to grow upon, the squashes spreading out across the field to smother competing weeds, and together they feed people reasonably well.

However, they are still more carb-heavy than protein-heavy, which means vegetarians need to rely upon other sources such as nuts, plus eggs, dairy, and/or fish (if pisco-lacto-ovarian vegetarians). Vegans in particular need to be extra careful. Yes, peanuts have a lot of proteins compared to their carbs, same with almonds, etc, so definitely add nuts to your diets! But just be aware that you’re going to need to be a lot more conscious of your protein types & sources--and make sure to get a variety of sources--if you’re trying to build muscles while on a vegetarian or especially on a vegan diet. A purely plant-based diet will not have nearly as balanced a set of amino acids as what animal-inclusive diets can contain.

If you’re lacto-ovarian, this is made easier because milk, cheese, and eggs are wonderful foods with a lot of nutritional value. If you eat fish as well, even better, full proteins in fish as well as in egg whites, etc...but that brings me to another caveat, because you should probably eat the egg yolks as well as the egg whites.

Do not skip out on fats. Unless you have a genuine doctor-ordered medical reason, do not cut all fats out of your diet. Your brain needs fats in order to function. And just as with amino acids in various protein sources, there are different types of fats as well that our bodies need in different amounts for different reasons. This isn’t to say you should chow down on the equivalent of a full stick of butter (1/2 cup, 65 grams) with each meal (unless you’re camping outdoors in winter in the far north or a mountain, because then you need fat in your diet for your body to literally burn to help keep you warm).

It’s just that you don’t want to go completely fat free...because if you do, your metabolism will go into panic mode in its primitive/primal-minded way, “ZOMG IT’S LATE WINTER/EARLY SPRING AND NOTHING HAS ANY FATS IN IT WE’RE ALL GONNA STAAAAAARRRVEEE!!” Your metabolism will start turning carbs and even proteins into fats in an effort to ensure your brain (along with other vital organs) will have enough fats to keep functioning. So go ahead and put some butter on your toast. Even better, put some nutbutter on your toast, since sunflower butter, peanut butter, almond butter, all those things have proteins and fats as well as carbs.

Also, your body actually does need cholesterol to function, but only in smaller amounts than you’d think. HOWEVER, if it doesn’t get enough of the right types of cholesterol through diet, your body will make its own cholesterol, and will make more than you need, out of carbohydrates. (Yeah, this one was a shocker to me when I learned about it, and the answer blew my mind. Seriously, our body will make up to 10x as much cholesterol as we need if we don’t eat it, so it’s best if we do eat it.)

So how much does an average person need to consume of these critical cholesterols that it absolutely needs? ...About 1-2 egg yolks a day (or comparable alternative sources; vegans, do some research on alternatives, or just accept that your body may try to overproduce certain cholesterols if it’s feeling nutrition-starved). Seriously. Just that much is enough. (Again, your needs may vary based on your body size, metabolic rate, and/or environment.)

So. Put it all together, and you have: 1. Eat a variety of foods in sufficient quantities and qualities (fats and proteins included) to ensure your body stays healthy; 2. exercise just enough to push your muscles into feeling sore; 3. Rest 48 hours while eating a bit more protein to help your body repair and build bigger muscles; 4. Lather-rinse-repeat... and you’ll eventually get bigger muscles that burn more calories simply by existing, as well as whenever you use them to move just a bit more than you normally would.

Dark meat muscles burn more calories when at rest because they’re designed that way, because they’re small effort but frequent use with multiple short rests, lots of blood flowing through them, and thus are more metabolically “charged” than white meat muscles. However, white meat muscles tend to be the largest muscles, and thus while not designed to burn calories as efficiently while at rest compared to dark meat muscles...they actually end up burning about the same through sheer volume.

Work on improving your muscles, move a bit more every day, eat more conscientously but not through the heavily warped fearmongering lens of the Diet Industry’s blather and/or tactics, and you will be healthy enough to go to the beach and enjoy it. Not because you’ll have lost weight, but because you will be healthier. (Fun fact: muscles are denser and heavier than fat, so you could literally lose inches while gaining pounds from your body burning the fat with its now increased muscle mass.)

And yes, you can weigh 260 pounds and still be healthier than someone who weighs 160.

In other words, if you have a body, and you go to the beach with it, you now have a beach body.

You’ll just be less likely to get out of breath while swimming or building sand castles or playing volleyball or whatever if you’ve upped your exercise levels between now and then.

Also: CONTINUE TO WEAR A MASK IN PUBLIC.

Get one that matches your swimwear, or makes you feel silly & fun. Even if everyone started wearing their masks (not going to happen, but one can dream), it will to take us all of 2021 to quell the pandemic...and because people won’t be wearing their masks, keep wearing that mask. Yes, even if you have had all your shots. Because people aren’t wearing masks, the virus is able to spread, and when it spreads, there’s always a chance it will mutate, and cause new strains of infections...which it already has. So wear your damn mask.

#discussion of diet & exercise #death to the bullshit diet industry #nutrition is important to understand but doesn't have to be synonymous with the pejorative word diet #again I'm not a pro at this but I have studied nutrition exercise and metabolism on and off for decades

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sincerlypadfoot · 4 years ago

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Running Around (1)

~After sneaking out of your house for the summer you sneak to the borrow, seeing Molly first and giving her the occasional hug and telling her about everything, then seeing everyone else around, then Fred who faces lights up when he sees you.

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I grabbed handfuls of clothes out of my closet, tossing them into my enchanted bag, taking everything I could find that I could bring, I got out of my closet, walking around my room and tossing books and other miscellaneous things into the bag

“I’m off mom, I’ll see you when I come home,” I yelled knowing I wouldn’t get an answerback. “I love you,” I called out walking out of the house, grabbing my broom from the side of the house and taking off to the borrow.

As I flew over the river, I raised my hands up, holding my bag and screamed at the top of my lounges, excited and just being in a happy place, I looked down just above where the lake ended.

I flew myself up into the bushes, making myself boost a bit more, landing in the field, I flicked my broom up, holding my broom in one hand and the other my bag filled with all my things.

“Dears please come downstairs!” Molly yelled as I walked in, I smiled placing my bag on the couch and walked into the kitchen. “Oh dear Merlin, you almost gave me a heart attack Maileen,” Molly said dropping everything onto the table. “What are you doing here?” She asked grabbing me and pulling me into a hug.

“I thought if it was okay with you, I could stay here for the summer since your house is better than mine,” I chuckled hugging her back. “If that's okay with you?” I said with a smile.

“Oh dear it’s more than okay, does your mom know your here?” She asked letting me go. “Because if she doesn’t I don’t want no three am knocks on my door,” Molly chuckled.

“Yes my mom knows I’m here, she hasn’t talked in years though, so you won’t be having a three am knock on your door,” I chuckled letting go of Molly.

“Oh hello there Maileen,” Arthur said walking into the kitchen. “What new thing have you brought me today,” He chuckled getting a look from Molly.

“Oh your gonna love this one, you talk about it all the time, so I had to grab it for you,” I chuckled walking out of the room, I grabbed my bag and reached in, pulling out a yellow rubber duck.

“Exquisite!” Arthur chuckled walking over. “All you do is use these as bath toys?” He asked, I placed the duck into his hand and watched him examine it.

“Yes, it’s for kids so they have something to play within the bath,” I chuckled placing my bag back down.

“Is that who I think it is!” Ginny Weasley called out, running down the stairs and involving me in a hug. “I missed you and I only saw you like a week ago,” I chuckled letting me go. Ron and George also ran down, pulling me into a hug.

“Where's my favourite Weasley,” I joked as Ron and George had let me go, Molly smiled and looked at me as Ron and George had taken offence.

“He’s sleeping, of course, why don’t you go wake him up, I’m sure he’d be delighted to see you here,” Molly said pointing to the stairs. “The last door on the top floor,” She said with a bigger smile on her face, Arthur pulled her into the kitchen and I just chuckled walking up the stairs.

I walked up the stairs, forgetting how many stairs were in this house, I smiled looking at Fred's door, notes saying do not disturb hung up on his door.

“Fred Weasley wake up from your slumber,” I whispered walking into his room, not bugging one bit. “Fred Weasley your knight in shining armour is here!” I yelled jumping onto his bed, his little brown eyes opened up and a smile appeared on his face.

“What are you doing here?” Fred asked looking up at me. “I don’t have a shirt on, what are you doing in my room?” He asked lifting his leg up, kicking me and causing me to fall down beside him, I just laughed.

“Ran away from home, you're stuck with me for the whole summer now,” I chuckled leaning my head up and looking at Fred with a smile. “You act like I haven't seen you barely naked in the common room before, I chuckled crawling over Fred’s legs and tossing my bag on the extra bed. “I’m crashing in here, since I hear George got Percy's old room when he moved out,” I said tossing my books out of my bag,

“Slow down there Maileen,” Fred said wrapping his arms around me. “I missed you,” he whispered leaning against me.

“Not a one time thing huh?” I chuckled turning myself around to face Fred who smirked on his face. “I know what your thinking,” I whispered feeling the grip of Fred's hand get tighter, both our bodys were pressed against each other.

“Your too hot to have a one time thing with,” Fred said pulling his hands up onto my head and pulled both our heads forward, our lips connected and my hands dug into Freds shirt slowly pulling it up.

“Are you unpacked yet!” Ginny yelled from the other side of the door. “And Fred you better be awake mom wants you downstairs,” Ginny called out, Fred and I both pushed away from each other fixing our clothes and looking at each other with a smile.

“Yeah i’m unpacked Ginny,” I chuckled opening the door. “Fred was just telling that I could stay in here, since Percy moved out,” I smiled opening the door, Fred was slipping a sweater on acting normal.

“Okay well breakfast is gonna be ready soon, mom just sent me up here to see if you guys had seen each other yet,” Ginny smiled. “I’ll see you two downstairs then, hurry up now,” She said turning around and walking down the stairs.

“Our dirty little secret,” Fred said shutting the door and pushing me against it. “Thats hot,” He whispered pushing his lips against mine, my hands found a way inside his shirt again slowly pulling it off but stopping myself.

“We can wait till tonight,” I muttered between kisses. “You have me for the whole summer Freddie, come on i’m starving,” I chuckled pulling his shirt down and walking over to my bag. “This year was stressful huh, we’re sixth years now,” I said grabbing a large sweater that Molly had knitted me for my birthday and tossing it on.

“Yeah tonight,” Fred said walking over towards me. “I’m not sure i’ll be able to wait tell tonight,” He whispered slipping his hands around my shirt before I could slip my sweater on.

“Freddie,” I whispred leaning back into his shoulder. “Your sisters gonna come back up here if we don’t get down there, we don’t want her thinking anythings going on,” I chuckled feeling his arms move from my waist.

“Your right,” Fred whispred leaning down and kissing my lips. “We’re keeping it a secret, just until it’s the right time,” He said with a smile.

“Come on now, i’m starving,” I chuckled grabbing Fred's hand, forgetting about my sweater and running down the stairs with him. “Hello Weasley family, i’ve come baring another gift,” I chuckled walking into the kitchen with Fred trailing around me.

“Boy you are in trouble,” Molly said standing up, I looked at Fred with a smile then sat down at the table beside Ginny who gave me a soft smile. “I’ll deal with you later,” She muttered looking at the family owl that flew into the window, Molly ripping open the letter. “Hope you haven’t gotten to comfortable Maileen, we’re going for a bit of a travel,” Molly said handing the letter to Arthur.

“What can I say, i’m up for a adventure,” I chuckled digging into the food that appeared right infront of me.

“Everyone quickly finish eating, we’ll be traveling by floo, so just gather what you’ll need for the summer dears,” Molly said walking out, I quickly followed her out. “Dear you should be eating, you need some meat on those bones,” Molly joked turning around.

I didn’t say anything to her but walked over and wrapped my arms around her, some odd tears fell down off my face but I shook my head and leaned my forehead on her shoulders.

“Molly i’m glad i’m staying with you guys this summer, i’m sure one more night in my house and I would have gone crazy,” I chuckled looking at her, Molly had tears going down her face as well. “Whats wrong?” I asked putting a serious face on.

“Nothing nothing Maileen,” Molly said taking me into a hug again. “Stay safe this summer okay, I know how much you mean to the boys, your like family to us,” She whispred in my ear making me smile.

#Fred weasley #FredWeasley #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x gryffindor!reader #fred weasley x oc

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starhairspinel · 4 years ago

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So, rodents, generally pretty cute, right? Mice, squirrels, hedgehogs, I like 'em, but rats on the other hand, those evil disease ridden trash hoppers can go jump off a cliff for all I care. Now I know what you're thinking "But Spinel, aren't mice and rats basically the same thing?" and to that I say "You're wrong, you idiot!", why? Well it's kinda interesting, rats and mice have alot differences like mice are smaller with relatively bigger ears and longer tails and they also poop twice as frequently as rats- but that's beside the point.

You know what, let me just- lemme tell you about the worst mission I ever had, it involved rats, and spoiler alert it's awful and I hated it.

So like, it's a perfectly normal day in the 80s, yeah? Birds chirping, I'm listening to the hottest new singles, brushing my plastic doll's hair, that kinda stuff, everything was perfectly good, great even! And then Rose waltzed in like "Hey Spinel, we got a mission for you in Empire city!" You know Empire City, right? Whatever happens in Empire City never sleeps? Anyway- I, being blissfully unaware of what this mission would entail, was like "Oh yeah totally! What's it about?", I was expecting something like a- like a chase around the city, get to do some cool spy stuff around the city, go to the mall in cool sunglasses and do parkour on buildings. Then Rose said "Oh you're going with Amethyst on this one and Garnet said there's this corrupted gem in the sewer system of the city!" and already I was like "Ew...?" because the sewers was not what I was expecting to go into while on a mission in Empire-Freaking-City, but I GUESS it would've been cool to meet some humanoid turtles who fight crime and eat pizza, sadly that didn't happen because it would've been better than what DID happen.

Anyway I went on the mission with Amethyst, she shapeshifted into an owl and I turned into a mouse, we flew over the city which admittedly was pretty awesome to see especially at night, nothing really did sleep there as the phrase would suggest, sure, great. We went into a local park that was closed because, you know, it was nighttime, and Amethyst was like "Nah dude I ain't going in there." and I was like "????? What????" and that's where things went downhill from there.

UGGGGGHHHHH okay, so I went into the sewer, as a mouse, Amethyst held onto my tail so I wouldn't get lost in there, take a guess how well that felt, and I had a rat encounter. Y'know, rats are much more terrifying when you've shapeshifted into a mouse but these rats were... Slightly more evil, just- just slightly more evil than usual. The place reaked, I thought that was just the smell of a regular sewer since I haven't been to a proper one before but nah, it was worse, so much worse. Remembering it now the rats seemed a little... Starved, like they haven't eaten any proper food in a while, I mean, they don't eat proper food in general because they're trash demons but what I mean is, they haven't eaten enough. Alot of them were staring at me before I heard one of them squeak to the others, though it clearly wasn't a regular rat squeak, imagine if a rat was chocking on a salt shaker lid but isn't gagging or doing anything to get it out and it's perfectly fine with it, that's what it sounded like. The other rats ran over to that rat and I followed them in hopes that maybe they can lead me to the corrupted gem I was supposed to get, like maybe the gem became some kind of rat king and I had to have this one on one cage fight because they thought I was a threat to their throne or I needed to prove myself or something but... All it lead me to was some moss, like, just moss on the wall of the catacombs, easy to say I was confused and disappointed. Then the rats started eating the moss, which was weird, I didn't know rats even ate anything like moss, I thought maybe I should join in and disguise myself among them and I was gonna take a bite before I noticed something, this wasn't anything like regular moss.

I prodded at the thing and it was just all icky and gross, definitely not moss, and it made me think, maybe this stuff is from the corrupted gem we- I mean, I was supposed to capture since Amethyst was apparently too lazy to come with me, I noticed how when the rats ate it, it would leave a light before regrowing almost instantly. I clawed at the not moss and I found a gemstone in it, bingo, I take out the gem and the would wall of moss poofed, the rats paused and looked at me, dead silence as I held the gem in my little mouse paws, and thEN THEY HAD THE GULL TO CHASE AFTER AND MURDER ME.

I BARELY got out of there with my life intact and Amethyst and I flew the heck out of there when the rats stormed out of the sewer with the sound of raging rubber ducks getting their revenge for letting them get lost in the dusty old shelves for too long. Needless to say, was traumatized I washed myself on the beach for a whole week just so I can feel clean.

I'm still mad at Rose and Amethyst for it.

#steven universe #spinel #starhair! au #steven universe au #crystal gem spinel #alternate universe #su spinel #su au #inktober #inktober2020 #rodent #I almost forgot to do this one because it was a long day for me and wanted to sleep early but then woke after a couple hours #I'm just laughing at myself for the concept of the CGs just having the worst missions ever bc logically? yes they would #If you remember the post aboyt Spinel's claustrophobia; rats was one of the things listed in Spinel's tangible fears #this mission just kinda... worsened an already existing disgust for them #I personally don't hate rats but it's fun giving characters fears that aren't my own and imagining why they have em #writing is fun.

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jj-lynn21 · 4 years ago

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Santa’s favorite Elf Part 2: Ch 5:

Warnings: male masturbation, hot tub flirtation, other flirtation. Can Bill handle “being friends” before lovers again very much longer?

Santa’s fav elf Part 1: ch 1, Santa’s fav elf ch 2, Santa’s fav elf ch 3, Santa’s fav elf ch 4

Santa’s fav Elf Part 2 ch 1, ch 2, ch 3 ch 4 ch6

“You can go faster.” You scream with laughter as you sped across the open snow-covered valley on a snowmobile. “Catch up already.”

Bill sped to your side jumping a mogul on his machine that put him ahead of you. “What did you say?” He yelled back at you. “Something about you will try to catch up if you can.” His competitive side was not going to let you win a race back to the rental place easily if at all.

You put the pedal to the metal. Your machine right on the tail of his. You were sweating underneath your hat and heavy clothes. But your eyelashes had snow built upon them. Your nose was red with frost. You were ready for some hot tub time. Gunning the throttle, you ran neck and neck with him. You both slid in opposite directions towards the sign that said stop.

“I guess you don’t have any fear driving these things.” He got off as two workers came over to drive the snowmobiles into their parking shed.

You got off the machine. Thighs were a bit sore from having them spread over the seat. Your legs a bit like rubber as you wobbled a little. “No fear at all. Can we go to the hot tub now? I can barely walk normally.”

“I could use some heating up myself.” He walked you to the rental SUV. “I turned on the heat with the keys when we pulled in on the snowmobiles so it should be about heated up. Do you want to stop at the wiener hut? I heard they have a mac and cheese hotdog.”

“I’ll eat anything with lots of cheese especially mac and cheese.” He helped you into the SUV.

Bill chuckled. “That is what I thought.” He patted your hand before driving off to grab lunch.

Later you were immersed in the hot tub. The area closed off to others for the next half hour. You sat with your head back. A smile on your face as the steam rose. Your frozen toes and nose were now thawed. You breathed in the chlorinated steam clearing your sinuses. You let out a long “mmmmmm” as you relaxed.

Bill was doing much the same. His eyes were closed. That is until he heard your sound of pleasure. One eye popped open. Then the other. He looked over barely able to see you through the heat. The heat he felt deeper than just his skin. “Hey come over here.” he beckoned.

You glide over on the water. You ducked your head under to flatten your hair back when you get close enough for him to reach out to you. “This warmed me up quite a bit. How about you?” Your eyes connected with his in a slight flutter of flirtation.

“Yeah.” His eyes gazed into yours then drifted down over your flattering bathing suit that clung to your breasts. He took a deep breath. “Can I hold you?”

“If you can handle it.” You grinned.

He smirked as he pulled you forward. Your eyes on his. Your knees rested on the ledge on either side of his lap. You held on to the wall behind him making sure not to touch him at all. You thought if he was going to break his own rule you were not going to make it easy.

“Is this how close we will be when we fake it for the camera tomorrow?” You teased.

“Closer.” He licked his lips. “We will kiss as we have done before.”

You leaned down to press your lips to him gently before pulling back. “Like that?” You tiled your head questioningly.

“I think our characters miss each other more.”

One of his large hands rested on your lower back. The other crept up your back, along your neck, pushing his fingers through your hair until he was palming the back of your head. He coaxed you back down for a more passionate kiss opening his mouth and you reciprocated. You could feel it through your whole body letting out a small moan you did not want to make.

He pulled you back. His eyes sparkled with lust. The rest of his face placid as if it was all part of the job. “Something like that.” He breathed. “They will stop use several times to position us differently. Do you want to go over your lines and more of this scene back in the room?”

“I do know my lines but maybe you can give me some pointers.” You suggest. “Work on this scene more also if you think we need it.”

“It is never good to go in blind.” He moved you to get up. “It is best to be as prepared as possible.”

“I agree.” He helped you step out of the hot tube wrapping you in a blanket like towel.

You go into the changing room to dry off. The hair drier there is weak but it is better than nothing. You don’t want to go out in the freezing weather without being as dry as possible. You try to convince yourself you will only be studying lines and working on blocking scenes like they are in the script, but the process excites you.

Bill is feeling some excitement of his own as he dries his hair. His mind might be telling him to get to know you better, but his body is showing signs of dissension. He decides to rub one out before leaving the changing area. They have a nice bathroom with comforting aquamarine tile. He closes his eyes as he takes his throbbing cock out to stroke. Thinking of.. ”oh fuck” the way the water rolled off your nose to the cleavage of your swimsuit. The way you giggled. The way you looked when you got mad. The way you called him out when he needed it as no one had ever done. How would he ever be able to hold back his desires much longer he thought as he bit his bottom lip so he would not come loudly.

You waited for Bill patiently near the check-in desk. People were waiting for the pool and hot tub to be open for the general public again which was supposed to be five minutes ago. Bill came out wrapped in his winter wear. The scarf around his face barely showed even his eyes. It was a way to hide from the public. You knew it was him. He nodded for you to come to the SUV with him. You told the desk clerk thank you for letting you and Bill use the hot tub alone. Then went to join him.

“Which scene do you think we should go over first?” You asked as he started the vehicle.

“Do you want suggestions on your big monologue?” He watched the snow-covered road without a glance towards you.

“Sure.” You turned on the radio and hummed the song playing until it got to the chorus you knew well. Then you sang along.

Bill just started smiling as you sang. When you noticed your cheeks got hot with embarrassment.

“Keep going.” He prodded as you got quiet. “The chorus isn’t over yet.”

You laugh. “I don’t know it that well.”

He pulled into the hotel. Ease's car rental would pick up the SUV Monday and drop it back in the parking lot Friday evening for Bill to use on the weekends. Joe would drive during the week. After he stripped to his briefs, he jumped in the bed cupping his hands behind his head.

“Show me how you will bring Santa back Miss. Winterblows.”

You smirk. Your eyes narrowed as you wrapped your arms around an invisible caldron for your wintertime spell. You carried it across the room as though walking through the winter’s snow. You look up and back down into the mouth of the caldron. Then toss the invisible bag of ingredients beside you.

“As the bright lights in the skies above as my witness, my Santa will return on this night to seek revenge on those who dared to slander his name and kill him before last Christmas morn. Snow is falling. Christmas Eve is near, There's plenty of magic this time of year.”

You pretend to dust the caldron with snow and add a handful inside. You keep adding ingredients as you speak.

“I give to thee freshly fallen snow. A splash of brandy to let spirits flow. I made fresh cookies so into the pot they must go to bring Santa forth. A carrot and orange with colors so bright to feed the reindeer pulling his sleigh tonight. I stir it, please come to me Santa, please come.”

Your eyes look to Bill, big saucers of freight. You bow to him with a smile. “That’s the first part of the scene. What do you think?”

“You did that good.” He got up. “Maybe try it bigger. I mean more chanting than conversational. It was sexy how you said it in a lower tone. And I’m not sure they will want you to go bigger, but it is best to have a few different ways to present the material in your back pocket. I always go big first before they calm me down.” He chuckled. “You might want to try it just how you did it first. They will love you have it memorized so well.”

‘I will probably fuck up a billion times tomorrow in front of the camera.” You tense up a little at the thought. “It will be a little different with all the props and when to pick up what as I am saying the lines, and everyone is watching.”

“Just stay in the scene,” Bill suggested. “Let the character guide you not the people around the set. They don’t even really exist in the world we will create on film.”

You nod.

“Now take a breath.” He took a breath with you. “Do it again. I will come in when Santa makes his appearance. The big fearful eyes worked great. I am not as holly jolly as I once was in the first movie. I think your expression will be much like you just gave me.”

You repeated your monologue giving that big, frightened look towards him as he stood feet away. “...please come to me Santa, please come.”

He took a few steps as your eyes were pinned to his. “Santa” You whispered. His (cold dead: the script says) hands reach out for you. You look away. He turns your eyes back on him. Your heart races as it should be according to the script. You cringe as Santa’s tongue licks the side of your face. Bill does this even though the tongue will be a little bit of CGI magic.

You gasp even though you want to giggle. You close your eyes. The character is supposed to remember Santa as he was and kiss him passionately. You kiss Bill which is much easier than the grotesque dead zombie Santa he will become on set. He kisses you back as his hands reach behind your head to grab your hair roughly. He pulls your head back for his lips to graze and suck at your neck as you make a small coo.

Bill steps back taking a deep breath as he muttered “cut.”

You open your eyes standing before him. Chest heaving slightly.

Bill gazes at you as he licks his lips. “In the script, they cut there to Santa and his girl fucking in the snow. We can do some basic blocking since I have done this before or wait until they tell us how they want it tomorrow?”

“Teach me everything you know, Bill.” You bite your lips nervously.

“Take off everything but your panties.” He swallows hard. “I will teach you everything you always want to know about filming a sex scene and more.

#Santa's favorite elf #acting #Santa Bill #smut #male masterbation #hot tub #flirting #slow burn #passion #bill skarsgård x reader #movie making

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ari-auguste · 4 years ago

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⌠ LUKA SABBAT, 22, MALE, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, AREN 'ARI' AUGUSTE ! according to their records, they’re a SECOND year, specializing in DRIVER'S ED and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (oversized knitted sweaters & flannels, chipped nails too short from biting them too much, colorful themed bandaids even when he doesn't need them). when it’s the (taurus)’s birthday on 4/30/1998, they always request their SHAMROCK SHAKE from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.

pinboard xxx

@gallagherintro

about

he’s from georgia, the land of peaches, and yes. they’re his favorite fruit.

ari’s life was kind of a normal one. he had an older brother who was his best friend, a mother who loved him and a father who spoiled them every single day.

(tw death, gun violence) on ari’s twelfth birthday, his parents took him to the zoo, his favorite place on earth, and he remembers that day as both the best and the worst of his life. on their way back home, their car and a few others got caught in between gangs’ trouble, and with a round of bullets, everyone in ari’s car was killed except for him, thanks to his brother who used his body to cover him, thus saving him from harm. he was found by the police still underneath his brother’s lifeless body and immediately put in the foster system.

a part of ari’s brain simply blocked what happened. he knew the facts, and as trauma specialists treated him upon his arrival to the station, they realized that ari’s way to assimilate what had happened was seemingly too mature. they waited because they knew there was a lion inside him, ready to pounce and duel, but he never did. instead, ari retreated, became a shy, yet charming young man, with pretty distinctive interests. he threw himself fully into art, music, and books, everything that could keep him busy.

he never had his heart set on being actually adopted. he knew he was too old for that, and he didn’t stand a chance against other younger, cuter, less traumatized kids, but he was never actually bitter about that. instead, he enjoyed the change from foster family to foster family, and even came to love his foster siblings hard and fast, like he would with blood relatives.

despite it all, ari seemed to be a happy guy. he never skipped a therapy session, and even though school wasn’t his strongest skill, he went by, and soon enough, he turned eighteen, thus freeing himself from the system. but he had nothing.

it became apparent then that survival was ari’s strength. he was witty enough to get money (in mainly legal ways, although there were a few stolen pennys and twenties, maybe a wallet or two out of drunks in the streets). he played music in the streets, sold his art on special markets, he got by. it was when he got tired of georgia and wanted to try a bigger city like new york, that he committed his first big crime, his first big mistake, and yet his biggest blessing.

ari stole a car. it was a relatively easy task for him, which surprised him at first, and then simply just drove away. the adrenaline of the moment settling in his stomach, turning into pride as he got further from his hometown. two days later, there was a police alert on him and the car he was driving, so he stopped in the next station and got on a different model and drove away, until he crossed the entire country all the way to LA. this was the greatest adventure of his life, and even though he knew the cops were on his heels, he didn’t stop. if he was going to go down, he would go down fighting, the adrenaline in his body spoke.

it was a few weeks later when he was finally chased down somewhere in LA. some neighbor had said something and it seemed to be all over for him, but he did what he knew best and took said neighbor’s car and attempted to drive away, if only for one more taste at the adrenaline. it was all over the news, the chase that lasted hours. he managed to dodge the police in ways nobody had ever seen before. it was better than any movie, and the sense of pride he felt as he listened to the narration of his own chase on the radio as he sped up through the highway was something he never felt before. the high he chased all his life. but it could only last so long before he fucked up the brakes of the car and ended up crashing against a dumpster in the middle of nowhere. he lost consciousness in the car, and next thing he knew, he was in jail.

his life was over, it seemed. it had been a good run, but he hadn’t been smart enough. he couldn’t afford a lawyer, he was guilty of charges. there was no way out. except one day a strange man showed up, someone he never saw before, but knew too much about his life, his reasons and his need to be free, and exchanged his freedom, for his admission and loyalty to gallagher.

miscelaneous

he’s got too many tattoos all over his body. all of them with some sort of meaning nobody knows. it’s passages from his life in art designed by himself.

he likes to draw people, but he appeals to the essence of people. what they look like to him in his head, not exactly portraits, but something more abstract.

there’s always a pencil on him. stuck in his hair, behind his ear, in his pocket– anywhere, really.

he’s always drumming on tables, his knees always bouncing. he’s rarely ever quiet, he’s always humming a song as well.

he loves comic books? he dreams to make his very own graphic novel, and he’s very passionate about those.

he disassociates a lot, but has an odd capacity of attention. his brain just catches little details even when it seems he’s not listening.

he’s charismatic, although shy, but that’s where his main charm lies.

he laughs like goofy.

if he has the option, he will not wear any shoes. he hates them. but he loves funky socks. they’re the best present someone can actually give to him.

very detail oriented. he will remember what you dressed, what you smelled like, what your hair looked like, and very specific words people said. he quotes them a lot.

he loves making lists??? idk. he wanted me to add that. idk why it’s relevant. he likes order.

he loves ducks. he has a rubber duck collection in his dorm (sorry roommates).

wanted connections

people he met in LA people he met in atlanta someone with a crush on him (he wouldn’t even imagine) people he’s had/has a crush on (he’s timid when it comes to relationships, he’ll just simp) stoner buddies art hoes comic book nerds exes that one ex who was his first everything on his first year friends someone who can’t stand his chill and pseudo self acceptance rants someone who takes advantage of him anything your heart desires and ur mind can imagine

#gallagher:intro #intro #i added some stuffs for people who read his intro already #if not....... u kno what to do hmu

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calumance · 5 years ago

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Omg so now TWO sweet baby boys🥺🥺🥺 wow🥺🥺🥺 imagine how much soft dad!cal will enjoy their lil bath time routine when Logan is a lil bigger 🥺🥺🥺 the bath ducks🥺🥺🥺

I’m just going to apologize now. 🙊🙊🙊🙊

Everyone has a nightly routine. Most of them are pretty laid back, but when you have a seven month old and a six year old to bathe and dress for bed, it can get chaotic. Tonight was going pretty well, Aiden seemed to be a bit more docile than normal, and Logan wasn’t feeding off of his brother’s chaotic energy. Calum grabbed Logan out of his walked while you grabbed Aiden and held onto his hand while walking everyone into the bathroom. At this point, one or both of them were trying to escape, one of you having to block the door. Tonight, the both of them were happy and completely ready to undress and hop in the tub. Calum and you shared a look confused about who these children were.

Aiden sat in the tub while Logan was placed in his bath tub seat. Calum rolled up his sleeves and started washing Logan, making faces at him so that he could keep him happy and not splashing and throwing a fit. You handed the soap to Aiden who was at the age that he insisted on doing everything himself. Calum reached beside him and grabbed one of the toys he used to keep Logan interested in the bath. Logan reached out his hands and grabbed the toy away from Calum, immediately putting it in his mouth, because that’s what babies do.

The toy made a noise that caused Logan to jump slightly and then start giggling uncontrollably. You giggled with him and waited for him go back to inspecting the toy. After Logan’s giggles subsided Calum poked Aiden’s nose and started to imitate Ernie from Sesame Street. “Well, here I am in my tubby again, and my tubby’s all filled with water and nice fluffy suds.” Smiles started to spread across both boy’s face a soft giggle coming from Aiden. “And I’ve got my soap and washcloth to wash myself,” Calum continued as he gently swiped the washcloth over Logan’s nose. “And I’ve got my nifty scrub brush to scrub my back, and I’ve got a big fluffy towel to dry myself when I’m done!” The boys laughed and you chuckled along with them.

As many times as Calum as recited the rubber ducky video, it still gets you every single time. The boys hear it almost every single night, and they still giggle at Calum’s almost perfect impression of Ernie. “But there’s one other thing that makes tubby time the very best time of the whole entire day,” Calum continued, “And do you know what that is?” He raised his eyebrows. You looked at the boys and they stayed quiet waiting for Calum to continue. “It’s a very special friend of mine, my very favorite little pal,” The boy’s start giggling as Calum looked around the bathroom, searching for something.

Finally he grabbed the little rubber ducky sitting next to him and he squeezed it to make it squeak. Both set of eyes on him lit up and Calum started singing the rubber ducky song. Calum knew the song by heart, up until now you never really wondered how he knew it, the song has been around long before the boy’s started watching Sesame Street. Aiden sang along with Calum while Logan just stared at Calum as if he were the only thing on this planet. You sat off to side watching, your heart slowly melting away in your chest. No matter how many times Calum sings them the rubber ducky song, it will still be your favorite thing to listen to.

After bath time was finished, you lifted Logan out of the tub and wrapped him in a towel, pressing a little kiss to his nose. Calum wrapped the hooded dinosaur towel around Aiden and pulled the hood up and over his head, Aiden roared as if he were a dinosaur and Calum played back by pretending to be afraid of him. You laughed as you opened the bathroom door and walked across the hall into the boy’s bedroom. While Calum got Aiden dressed for bed, you worked on dressing Logan, who was quickly becoming too tired to keep his eyes open. Once you laid Logan in his crib, you ran your fingers down his cheek and watched him while Calum got Aiden into bed.

Logan let out a deep breath and you knew he was fast asleep. You turned to the other side of the room where Calum was tucking Aiden in and made your way over to kiss Aiden goodnight. “Goodnight mommy, goodnight daddy.” Aiden said as he cuddle with his favorite stuffed animal and closed his eyes.

“Goodnight, buddy. Sleep tight.” Calum said as he bent down and kissed his forehead. Calum followed you out of the room and closed the door behind him. As you walked down the hallway towards the living room, you made sure the baby monitor was on and you could see Logan.

Calum walked passed you, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then threw himself down on the couch. You set the monitor on the coffee table and crawled onto the couch, wedging yourself into Calum’s side. “When did you learn the rubber ducky song?” You asked him while running you hand over his chest.

“I’ve known it since I was a kid. Ernie was my favorite, and I loved the rubber ducky song.” Calum gently ran his fingertips up and down your arm. “Never thought it was ever come in handy, but they love it too.”

You laughed and adjusted your head so you could see the TV, “That’s what happens when you have two boys who are basically the same person as you.”

Calum leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I guess so, thanks for giving me that, I love you.” He ran his hands through your hair and all you could do was hum in response.

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inawickedlittletown · 5 years ago

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Anywhere You Go, I Follow (1/8)

Summary:

Buck always believed it to be a curse. The whole being able to see and talk to ghosts thing. That was why his abilities went mostly ignored until there came a time when he actually needed them.

Notes: Inspired by The Mediator series by Meg Cabot during my re-read I had the very beginning of this first part just there in my mind and I HAD to write it. I also decided to make this fic a challenge for myself. Giving myself the goal of using about 1k words per part and covering everything I wanted in each part in that limit of words.

The quote comes from Rabbit Heart by Florence and the Machine.

Warning: There is MCD but this fic has a happy ending.

Word count: 1,140

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Part One:

“This is a gift, it comes with a price. Who is the lamb and who is the knife?”

Blood was everywhere. The one thing that the internet and the many books that Buck had had to reference hadn’t mentioned was how messy blood was. Maybe it was one of those things that you were just supposed to know. In truth, Buck could admit to himself that he was maybe completely in over his head.

The sigils that he’d drawn on the ground looked crude and although Buck had double and triple checked that they matched the pictures on his phone, he still checked them one last time before he sat down and placed the picture in the circle formed by the blood drawn marks and the candles and then he began to chant.

The words felt awkward and foreign in his mouth, they were a language that Buck couldn’t understand. Something ancient that Buck doubted anyone living actually spoke still. But nonetheless, he knew the words to be powerful.

And when it happened, he was certain that they held power.

The portal opened right in the middle of the circle, the candles he’d lit framing it with a halo of light. Fog crawled out of the portal, taking over the room and although Buck knew what came next, he also knew that nothing could have prepared him for it — for facing the other plane.

“You better fucking be in there,” Buck said and then taking a deep breath he stepped in.

For a moment, all he experienced was falling but it was falling with the speed slowed down to about half, but he still landed hard and stumbled to the ground after what felt like several long minutes.

The room he found himself in was all mirrors. Mirrors and more mirrors in all sizes, covering every inch of the space, even the floor and Buck was completely alone until he wasn’t. And he realized fairly quickly that he wasn’t in the astral plane quite yet but in the lobby.

Out of one of the bigger mirrors stepped out a woman with long flowing blond-white hair that fluttered behind her almost like a cape. Her eyes were a familiar blue that Buck looked into every morning when he looked into a mirror. Her gossamer dress was white and translucent and otherworldly. Everything about her was otherworldly.

“Hi, mom,” Buck said.

Her face was youthful, not a wrinkle in sight and a glow surrounded her. She gazed at him for a long moment before she stepped forward, one hand outstretched. “Evan, what are you doing here?”

“I need to see him,” Buck said. “Mom, I need to see him.” He didn’t add why or what he wanted to do once he found him.

His mom touched his cheek and her touch felt cold not like being touched by another person with cold hands but like he’d been touched by a wet rag.

“Evan…”

“Please. Please.” And his emotion...the stuff that had been bubbling up inside and that he’d pushed aside so that he could figure out how to do this, it was threatening to come up and take over.

“Evan, you know I—”

“I am asking for one thing. One simple thing. I...I need this. I need this. Please. I just want to say goodbye.” It hurt when his sob was wrenched out of him unbidden. His eyes were flooded with tears that he was refusing to let fall. Instead they just blurred his vision.

“Evan, I’m—”

Buck lunged at her, clutching at any part of her that he could, mostly her dress which felt like silk and she held up his weight. For the longest moment he was just sobbing and she never reacted other than her hands, long fingered with long pointed nails coming up to cup his face.

“Sweetheart, you know I can’t. If I let you go on there is no guarantee that you’d be able to come back and that...I couldn’t live with myself if—”

“You’re not alive!” Buck yelled, his words echoed off of the mirrors and his mother flinched.

“You don’t belong here,” she said but made no move to send him away even though Buck was sure that his mother probably could do that.

Really, it all began when Buck was very young. Or maybe, it had begun sometime when the powers that be cursed them. One of his ancestors that is. That’s what it was, and what it had always been to Buck. A curse. Growing up, they had always been around. Ghosts. To Buck they were just like a normal living person except that ghosts had a slight glow to them. When he was little, Buck didn’t even really know the difference especially since the ghosts didn’t come to him. They came for his mother. And then later, they came for Maddie.

Ghosts didn’t respect any part of Buck’s life growing up. It didn’t matter that it was bathtime and he and his mom were in the middle of playing with the rainbow rubber ducks or his boats. It didn’t matter that his mom was reading him a book. Or that she was getting him ready to go out and play in the snow. It didn’t matter that they were going to bake cookies. They needed help and his mom would jump at the chance to do it. Maddie was never as devoted, but she took the whole thing seriously too especially after their mom died because then she felt more responsible.

Buck had long ago refused his part in the whole tour guide to the afterlife thing. And yes, he did have a choice in it. So had his sister, and Buck could only presume that his mother had as well. Maddie had chosen to take up the mantle and Buck decided he wanted nothing to do with it. He wanted to make a difference for the living, not the dead.

After his mom’s death via ghostly specter who didn’t take to death kindly, Buck had wanted even less to do with it. The powers that be — and that was a whole mystery upon itself — they had allowed his mother to retain a connection to the living plane as gratitude for her hard work...and they had also let Buck off the hook. He didn’t have to be a mediator.

In all reality, his powers had never gone away. Buck just did his best to ignore them...and it became easy as time went on to not see the ghosts. Rarely did any show up in search of him and in those cases, Buck did the only thing he could do which was point them to his sister. She was the mediator, Buck was the guy that gave the ghosts directions.

Everything changed when Eddie died.

Part Two

Notes: So there it is. Part One. I promise it isn’t as angsty as it seems and I’ll admit that this was an odd fic to write and that I couldn’t quite figure it out in this and the second part. I did want it to be a twist on the usual mediator or ghost fic.

I’m mostly finished writing this fic, so updates will be quick like every other day. Let me know what you all thought.

If anyone wants to be tagged in the future parts let me know. :)

#911 fox #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #buck x eddie #911 fox fic #fic #my fic #mediator buck

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impala-dreamer · 5 years ago

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A Rough Debriefing

SPN FanFic

~Abby is taken on a hunt, leaving Sam and Dean behind in what they thought was a nest of vamps. Turns out her captors had bigger plans, and maybe it was all just an elaborate trap.~

Arthur Ketch x Abigail Watson (OFC), Dean Winchester x Abby, Sam Winchester.

5,009 Words

Warnings: Angst. Smut. Plot Twist. NSFW. Extremely rough relations. Slapping, fighting, kicking, biting, choking. Handcuffs, Breath play, Asphyxiation Kink, Dirty Talk, Marking, Claiming. It's rough sex, ok? Not like normal fic rough sex. It's actually... bruising... rough... beating up... rough. Just... yeah.

A/N: Written entirely for my darling Logan. I hope you all enjoy!

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Lightning cracked overhead as Abby crouched down beside Dean. The ground was slick and oversaturated, and her boot heels sank into the soft earth.

"Nice rock," she teased, leaning against the boulder Dean was using as cover.

He cocked his pistol in time with the thunder, making his smirk seem impressive and not nervous.

"This is gonna suck, you know."

Abby shrugged and tucked a wayward strand of auburn hair behind her ear. "Not necessarily," she answered, trying to keep a bit of pep in her voice. "Besides, I thought you liked it when it sucked." Like a true Southern Belle, she batted her lashes and flashed an innocent smile

Green eyes smiled cautiously as they scanned the tree line. "Well...if you're offering…"

A laugh caught her by surprise and Abby punched his shoulder playfully. "Not what I meant, Sugar. But, maybe later."

Sam sighed louder than the rain, eyes rolling at their ill-timed flirtation. Pulling the gun from his waistband, he shifted onto his heels and started to stand. "You two wanna stay here and bang it out, or we are gonna do this?"

Abby clicked her tongue. "So much for romance."

Sam’s research told them that a baker's dozen of vamps were holed up in the long-abandoned Newton Asylum- the large, half-demolished, brick building that lay before them.

The trio had planned to arrive well before sunset, but a few minor setbacks had pushed their timetable back nearly three hours, giving them very little wiggle room on the clock. Not that it mattered much anyway; the sky was darker than night, lit only by harsh streaks of lightning that set the storm clouds aglow.

The front door was shut, but not locked; the windows void of their shatter-proof glass. Immortal weeds grew in every crack of the broken stone walkway and ivy crawled like streamers up every wall. Nature was taking the land back, but not before something wholly unnatural moved in.

Sam led the way, flashlight atop his pistol, arms high and locked at the elbows. He scanned the entryway as his boots crunched over dead leaves and shards of glass.

The building was silent.

Thunder shook what was left of the decaying windows as they moved through the first floor, senses on alert, eyes wide in the darkness.

Every turn was taken with a quick step and a lung full of air that lingered, waiting, holding on until the coast was deemed clear. Shadows lurked but not a being, human or otherwise, living or dead, was found.

“What the hell?” Dean cursed under his breath, letting his light fall to illuminate the dark scuffs on his brown boots. “Sam must have screwed something up.”

A deep hiss replied from down the hall. “I didn’t screw anything up!”

Dean mocked him silently, shooting Abby a glance in the dark. She was a room away, but the doors were long gone, hinges hanging naked as old wood rotted away.

As Abby stifled a laugh, every amused by the brother’s biting bickery, her shoe hit something hard and she tripped, arms flying out in front of her to catch her balance. Rubber skidded, metal clanged, and Abby gasped as the room went dark.

“Shit.”

“What?”

Abby turned her blind eyes towards Dean’s voice. “My torch is out!”

A faint laugh hit her ears and Dean shone a spotlight on her from across the giant room. “Who says ‘torch’?”

She rolled her eyes but blushed, embarrassed. “I do...sometimes. Shut up!”

“Catch.”

“What?”

The beam of light went spinning across the room towards Abby’s head and she ducked out of instinct. The flashlight rolled into the corner behind her, light flickering as the batteries shifted.

“Great catch,” Dean teased.

“You ain’t exactly Aaron Rodgers, sir. Toss much?”

She couldn’t see it, but Dean threw a face that was somewhere between impressed and annoyed. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t bring that hack up in public, please.”

Abby reached the light and flashed it across the empty room. “Public? This place is emptier than a Nickleback concert. Where the hell is the nest?”

Dean shrugged, his shadow’s shoulders lifting on the floor behind him. “Let’s keep moving. They gotta be here.”

The rest of the main floor was just as empty. The vast rooms held nothing but old furniture and dusty memories.

They climbed the stairs one by one, Abby taking the lead for once, tired of always being pushed aside. She wasn’t afraid of what waited upstairs; ghost or vamps be damned, she was going first.

A cold breeze lifted the short hairs on the nape of her neck and Abby sucked in a deep breath.

“I don’t know about vampires,” she whispered, looking over her shoulder at Sam. “But this place is more haunted than the Queen Mary.”

“Always wanted to hunt there,” he replied casually.

“You’re a nerd,” she laughed, almost missing the top step as she did.

“You brought it up.”

A deep shush cut their banter and Dean snuck up between them, pushing Sam aside to step in front of Abby. “Someone’s in there,” he said, nodding towards a half-open door down the hall to their right.

Abby looked around his protective armbar and shook her head. “You hear something?”

“No, my spidey senses are tingling,” he snit. “Yes, I heard something. Now, shut up.”

Ducking beneath his arm, Abby slipped around him and aimed her light at the door, pistol following. She raced off before Dean could pull her back, her tiptoed run silent on the antique linoleum.

A bolt of lightning set the windows ablaze.

A crack of thunder made Abby jump, her boots slipping through something wet on the cracked floor.

“Oh, fuck.” Her flashlight revealed a pool of blood filled by a stream coming from farther down the hall. “Wrong door, Parker.”

"What's that?"

Dean's voice was lost beneath a loud thud and a muffled scream.

Abby spun with her flashlight, nearly losing her footing in the slick flood. "What was that!"

Sam was gone, his spot behind Dean now empty.

"Sam?"

"Sam!" Dean turned on the spot, light shining upon nothing. "Sammy!"

Something creaked behind Abby and her heart skipped. Her face contorted in the shadows, filling with nervous energy as she tried to keep her hands steady. “Dean, someone’s in here!”

Dean was gone, pivoting away from her to find Sam.

“Dean?” She flashed her light but the hall was empty. She had two choices: follow and help, or get on with the show.

Abby continued up the river of crimson, following its flow to the end of the hall. The door was ajar, faint light seeping outwards, calling to her. The hinges moaned in protest as she pushed at the portal, gun raised, heart racing.

She held her breath as she stepped into the room, every cell on high alert, flight response threatening to kick in.

“It’s OK! I got him!”

Dean’s shout startled her back into herself and Abby exhaled in relief.

“What happened?” Abby asked, slowly turning back towards the hallway and his voice, boots sunk into the blood.

“Don’t know,” he called back, muffled by the distance and walls between them. “Knocked out. He’ll be fine.”

“Just what he needs,” she muttered, “another concussion. I swear to Go-”

Another bang of thunder struck, this time hitting Abby in the back of the skull. She thought briefly for a moment that thunder had never once actually hurt her before, but the idea soon died away as the blood-soaked floor rose to greet her. Her left shoulder hit the ground, sending a wave of pain through her system that shook the last breath from her lungs and made the edges of her vision fade to white.

It was dark.

It took a moment for Abby to realize that her eyes were closed, but once she opened them, the darkness remained, somehow seeming even darker.

She coughed, lungs struggling to take in air as if they had been still for hours, but her inhale was blocked, strangled by a leather strap pulled tightly between her teeth. The more she woke, the more details came through to her foggy mind. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back; cold steel digging into her flesh, her shoulders pulling and painfully strained. The leather in her mouth was wet, the hood over her eyes scratchy and thick, making it hard to breathe.

The world around her rocked rhythmically; wherever she was was moving. She uncurled her legs and hit a hard wall just inches away; lifted her head and slammed into the ceiling. She was in a trunk.

“Shit.”

Abby closed her eyes again and relaxed her body, trying to calm the painful pace of her heart. She listened to the engine, the wheels; pavement soon gave way to gravel and the car turned to the right, momentum slowing down.

She twisted her wrists, hoping to wiggle free, but there was no give. She squirmed, hunting for something to pick the locks with, but the upholstered trunk was empty around her.

The car jerked to a stop and Abby was thrown onto her back; arms aching as her weight crushed them beneath her.

A rush of air hit the hood as the trunk was opened and the faint scent of rain and mud passed through the tight fibers. Rough hands grabbed at her upper arms, yanking her from the car into the cold night air. She stumbled as her sleeping feet hit the true ground; toes numb, legs tingling.

“Walk.” The voice was gruff and unfamiliar; the palm shoving into her back was hard and uncaring. “Now.”

A protest bubbled in her throat but was pushed out as a huff, failing to make a difference as it faded inside the hood.

Abby listened as best she could, counted each step she took, noted the temperature change as she was led inside somewhere. The smells, the sounds, the feel of the ground beneath her feet- it could all be used later if she ever got a chance to escape. It was a trained instinct, ingrained in her mind, and no amount of fear for the unknown or her life could make it stop.

Finally, her journey came to an end, and the big hands pushed her forward until she fell, knees hitting cold concrete, chest bouncing against the ground. Abby grit her teeth as pain webbed through her body, but she refused to cry out.

A door slammed shut.

She rolled and sat up; tried to stand but gave up, slumping down against an empty wall instead. The cold seeped into her back, soothed her raw wrists, but only for a small moment until panic made her blood boil, and she began to sweat beneath the hood, gasping for air. She screamed and the echo called back, mocking her. She struggled to free herself but it was no use and the twisting only made her hands go numb.

When the air became thinner and her head began to swim with lack of oxygen, she let herself fall, hoping to rest against the stones and dream of rescue.

The door opened.

Shoes clicked against the concrete.

Abby was pulled up suddenly by smaller but just as forceful hands that curled easily around her arms. Her balance was off but they kept her steady, helping her to her feet and shoving her back against the wall.

She screamed, muffled beneath leather and wool; still raging against the unknown captors.

The world was set aflame with bright white as the hood was pulled away and Abby blinked into the fluorescent lights, struggling to focus on the gray and black shape before her.

“Ms. Watson. So nice to see you.”

Abby blinked furiously until his face came into view. She growled at him, trying to speak against the strap between her lips, but doing little more than drooling and moaning.

Warm hands lifted to her face, pulling away the gag. “Please, allow me.”

Her eyes narrowed as he drew near, slinking close like a snake ready to strike. His right hand curled around her neck and shifted through her hair, tangling in the deep red locks as he tugged, forcing her chin upwards.

She sneered. “Ketch.”

Arthur smiled. “Abigail.”

His lips found hers, easily pushing against her willing mouth, feeling it part instantly for him. His tongue dove inside and she moaned against it; eyes closing as he licked into her mouth. She smiled, sucking hard on his bottom lip when he backed away, breathing a gentle sigh.

“You bastard,” she sang. “What are you doing?”

Ketch cocked his head and looked down at her, his hand still tight in her hair. “I wanted to see you.” His tongue shot out again and ran across her lips, making them visibly shudder.

She gasped as he let her go unexpectedly; backing away into the room and letting her stumble to catch her balance. “Where’s Dean?” she asked, regaining her footing. “And Sam? What have you done with them?”

A smug smile pulled at his lips. “They’re fine. Back home in their little Bunker by now, I’d assume.”

“They’ll come looking for me, you know.”

“I’m counting on it.”

She laughed. “Dean’s going to kick your ass.”

Ketch’s jaw twitched. “Is he?” Rushing forward, he grabbed her throat with one giant hand and slammed her back against the wall. “Tell me about Dean Winchester,” he growled, lips ghosting across her cheek. “Tell me about how he’s going to burst in here and kick my ass.” He hissed, tongue pushing out the words on deep, rumbling breaths that vibrated through her his chest into hers.

She swallowed hard, barely able to breathe against the wide palm pressing down on her windpipe. “He’s going to kill you,” she managed, ruddy lips trembling as she spoke.

Ketch came back to center, hazel eyes boring into hers, lips meeting once again in a whisper of a kiss. “I very much doubt that,” he said softly.

She smiled, softening even as she began to collapse. Her vision faded once more as his fingertips bruised her throat. “So do I.” She kissed him hard, pushing back with all her strength until she had what she wanted. Her tongue snuck between his lips and he allowed it, savoring her desire as his grip loosened around her neck.

“Delicious,” she grinned, lapping at his lips when he withdrew. Somewhere inside the kiss, her voice changed, words taking on a crisp and proper accent much like his own.

“You’re awfully stuck on Mr. Winchester,” Ketch observed, dragging his thumb slowly down the middle of her, dipping into the curves of her collar and cleavage.

“That is my job, isn’t it?” she teased, neither denying or confirming her entanglement.

“Have you fucked him yet?”

Abigail laughed politely. “I really don’t think that’s relevant information.”

Both of his hands rose to grip her shirt. “Did…” He tore at the top buttons, popping them without much effort. “...You…” Down and down until her shirt was open; plain black bra and full breasts greeting him in the bright lights. “...Fuck…” Deft fingers slipped under the thin strip of fabric holding her tits in place and snapped, shredding the fibers instantly. “...Him?”

Her chest was heaving, breaths shallow and fast. “You told me to get close to them,” she reminded him, slowly licking her lips as he pushed the satin cups from her nipples. “So I got close.”

Ketch huffed loudly and slapped her cheek hard, forcing her face to the side, left ear crushed against the cold wall. Her body shivered with arousal as the skin on her cheek prickled with pain.

“Do it again.” Her voice was hard and rushed, her pale skin flushing as his handprint bloomed on her face.

“You do not tell me what to do,” he grit.

Heavy breaths and a husky voice defied him. “Do it.” She turned her eyes back to his, lips slightly parted as she waited for his response.

It came like a wave of aching pleasure; his thick fingers nearly leaving a mark on her creamy skin. Abby moaned as her flesh absorbed the sting, sending prickling bliss throughout her body. She swallowed it all down and her cunt pulsed in anticipation.

“Again,” she begged, voice dropping to a pathetic whimper. “Please.”

“No.”

He leaned in, black lashes brushing like wings against hers. She reached with her lips, catching his and sucking the bottom in, taking a bite of revenge for his lack of compliance. Ketch growled, his hands sliding firmly down her body, grabbing and massaging, bruising and caressing. She slumped against the wall, knees weak under his weight and attentions. Every pinch of his fingertips, each suckling kiss down her body melted her strength until she was limp in his arms.

“Arthur, please…”

He ignored her, sucking a bright red mark over her left nipple. He scraped his teeth across the bud and she screamed, thighs shaking against him.

“Take the cuffs off,” she whined. “Please...I need you.”

Pulling back he looked her over, plump tits out and shining with his spit, body marked by his lips and hands. A smug smile pursed his lips and his jaw pulsed as he clenched his teeth, holding in a proud moan.

“You need me?” he asked, running his left hand gently through her hair.

“Yes,” she breathed, eyelids fluttering as he offered a sweet kiss. “Please.”

The moment was over too soon and Abigail sobbed as he jerked her around; rough hands digging into her shoulders. Her tits slapped against the wall and she cried out again, all the heat in her body flooding between her thighs. The cuffs were gone in a snap, hitting the floor with a harsh clash as Ketch tossed them aside to take hold of her now bare wrists. The skin was raw and his touch burned.

“What about this?” he asked, forcing both of her hands up above her head. “Is this what you need?” He held them tight in one big hand and let his full weight fall on top of her as his teeth found the crook of her neck.

Abigail gasped. “Yes.”

His breath warmed the nape of her neck as he pulled his hips away and kicked at her feet, violently spreading her legs apart. “And this?” She bit her lip as his free hand rammed between her legs. He rubbed at her jeans, pushing the hard seem up into her already aching pussy.

“Yes!”

She pushed back, shoving her ass against his crotch, feeling him already hard and ready for her. Abigail wiggled her hips, grinding on him, panting lips pressed to the wall.

“Oh, you do want this,” he mumbled, teeth cutting into her ear.

Her eyes rolled as his left hand dropped from her wrists and slid down the wall. He pulled her hips back just enough to pop the button on her jeans and slip his hot fingers inside.

“Yes! Fuck!”

He plucked at her clit, strumming his fingertips against it, grinning as her body jerked in his arms.

“That’s right,” he whispered, “my dirty slut needs to be fucked so badly, doesn’t she?”

Her voice was as shaky as her legs. “Y-yes...please…”

His hand pushed farther down into her soaking panties and Ketch shoved two fingers deep inside her cunt.

Abigail clawed at the wall, her arms falling as the sudden fullness took the last of her strength. “Oh please...please…” Her head fell back against his firm shoulder and Ketch took advantage, tasting her rapid pulse with hungry lips and sharp teeth. “N-need to be… to be fucked...need your-your cock.”

Suddenly, he was gone, hands leaving cold spots on her body where they lifted, lips abandoning her throat causing a chill that spread through her system.

Ketch took a giant step backward, smirking as she nearly fell over. “Then you shouldn’t have fucked the Winchester.” His voice was steady but filled with jealousy, words spilling out over tight lips into the empty room.

Body shaking and pleasure stunted, Abigail pressed her forehead against the cool stone wall and took a breath. She tried to calm herself, but he’d already wound her up too tightly. She wanted to turn and beg him, but rage churned in her gut and she spun, eyes like daggers trained on his face.

“You son of a bitch.” She took a step, mindlessly pulling the shirt from her arms and letting her torn bra fall away. “You’re so obsessed with what I did with him? Why don’t I show you…”

Ketch crossed his arms defiantly as she rushed to him, her hands out like claws about to scratch him blind. Her strike came against his shoulders, shoving him off balance unexpectedly, and Arthur flew back a few feet, jaw agape at her sudden fury.

“Well now,” he began, steadying his stance. “This is new. I didn’t think you-”

Abigail shut up him as she jumped into his arms, giving him no choice but to move to catch her. They stumbled backward together, thankfully braced by the door, and her hands moved roughly through his short black hair, scraping at his scalp and gripping what she could.

“He always likes it when I do this,” she growled, shoving her tongue between his lips as her slight nails dug into the nape of his neck. “He’s a glutton for pain.”

Ketch let out a breathless moan and regained himself by slapping her ass hard. “Not unlike yourself,” he noted as she tried to take a chunk out of his collarbone.

She laughed against his throat as she dropped down, letting her feet tiptoe on the ground. She kept one hand around his neck, gently dancing through his neatly trimmed hair as the other tugged roughly at his belt. “He likes it when I take charge.” His slacks fell open, zipper pulling easily downwards. “Likes being used...being taken care of.”

“Is that so?” He tried to keep his composure, his face a mask of mystery, seemingly unaffected by her words or touch, but his blood was boiling, his cock throbbing, mouth watering.

Abigail tugged at his pants, nails scraping at his hip bones as she yanked his bottoms away. The cool air hit his cock and he tightened, letting his eyes fall closed for a split second.

“It is,” she replied, still on course, wrapping a tight fist around his full shaft. “He’s very needy. Very soft underneath all those scars and ripped flannel.” Her thumb slid over the tip of his cock and Ketch grit his teeth. “Very... compliant in bed.”

“Well, now I know you didn’t enjoy it,” he said with a smug laugh. “You’ve never enjoyed a wet blanket.”

Her lips curled in a secret smile as she rubbed through the wetness on the head of his cock. Ketch ran a finger up her spine and then grabbed the back of her neck, ripping her body away from his in a fury.

“You need to be roughed up,” he reminded her as she moaned loudly. “Need to be used like the whore you are.”

“And who’s going to do that?” she spat. “You?” Abigail cocked a condescending eyebrow and Ketch’s hand closed around her jaw, fingers puckering her lips painfully.

He leaned in; a devilish spark behind his eyes. “Yes.”

The floor greeted her, painfully jutting into her side as Ketch threw her down, barely using any effort to push her away. She landed with a thud and rolled onto her back, determined to fight him off despite the arousal deepening inside of her.

Ripping off his shirt, Ketch knelt down at her feet and caught her left as it came up swiftly, trying to connect with his jaw. While he was occupied with that, Abigail cocked her right knee and jabbed forward, aiming for his chest. Ketch was quick and dodged her attack, knocking both legs down and apart and reaching for her waistband.

“You fuck!” she cried, lustful anger burning her voice.

His hands tore at the denim on her hips, yanking it down and way as he sat back on his heels. “Don’t fight,” he cautioned, “it’ll only make this worse.”

She kicked at nothing, blows blocked by large forearms that bruised her calves and shook her bones.

He had her naked in no time, ducking beneath fists and soaking in her cries like nourishing sunshine.

Abigail fought him still; finding perverse joy in slapping his meaty shoulders and scratching at the soft down on his chest. The more pain she could inflict, the more would come back to her ten-fold, and all she really wanted, all she needed, was him to break her down to nothingness.

She didn’t have to wait long. Once Ketch was satisfied that the bruises on her arms and the marks on her stomach would set, he tugged at her knees and twisted them around his waist, lining himself up with her hungry cunt.

“Do it,” she hissed, “do it. Fuck me. Hard.”

His palm connected with her cheek, knocking her command away. “You’ll get what I give you.”

“Fuck!” Her cry faded into a desperate whine as he sank inside; thick cock filling her up perfectly. She whimpered as her body reacted, nipples stiffening, cunt tightening, lungs seizing. He’d been too long away, but her body remembered.

Arthur thrust in deeper. “I see Mr. Winchester wasn’t man enough to give you what you need. You’re just as tight as I recall.” Another hard snap of his hips. “Perhaps even more so.”

Her eyes rolled and she clawed at his chest. “No. No. He was nothing,” she cried, blissful tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “Nothing compared to you. Fuck.”

“That’s right.” He smirked above her and then dropped down, elbows framing her face as he set his pace. Every thrust pushed her spine into the hard floor, every jerk of his hips made her gasp and curse under thinning breaths. “You’re mine.” His teeth reclaimed her flesh, marking the delicate spot just behind her ear and Abigail gave up all fight, going limp beneath him as her body trembled.

“Yours.”

“Again.”

Abigail arched beneath him, pressing her tits into his chest. “Yours.”

“Again!”

Her body convulsed as his shout tore through her. “I’m- I’m yours!”

He took her lips, sucking the last breath from her lungs. “Then prove it,” he snarled. “Cum. Now.”

It took but a moment for her body to catch up with her mind, and Abigail let out a wail as she came, the orgasm rushing through her like fire, burning her inside and out. Ketch slapped a hand down over her mouth and nose, muffling her screams as he rode her through the pleasure. Her mouth pulled at his palm, her eyes bulging as she tried to breath against his skin, and the look of terror and surrender in her eyes pushed him over the edge.

He spasmed as he came, body shivering and hips locking between her thighs. He laid down, dropping his full weight on top of her; grunting loudly in her ear, hand still sealed over her face.

When her jerking ceased and her eyes began to roll, he sat up, removing his hand and kissing the corner of her slack mouth.

“Good girl,” he teased, already pulling out of her ruined cunt.

She rolled over, curling into herself on the freezing floor; waves of aftershock making her body twitch uncontrollably. “Fuck.” Her lungs burned; her face swollen and hot. Not a single part of her body didn’t hurt, didn’t feel his lingering presence.

“Indeed.”

Ketch was already up and dressing by the time she regained enough of herself to sit up. She stared up at him from the floor, eyes wide, body wrecked and dripping; a beautiful mess.

“So,” she asked, reaching to pull her clothes back on. “What’s the plan?”

“You’re going to be debriefed and then put back in the field,” he replied, closing the final button on his shirt.

Abigail stood and buttoned her jeans. “We could have done this with just a phone call…”

Ketch rushed forward. “Could we?” He reached out and grabbed her tits, squeezing hard, molding them in his big hands.

Her heart raced and her shoulders fell, feeling the rush of desire once more. “I suppose not,” she laughed, head flooded with endorphins. “What am I going to tell them?”

He turned away and she continued fixing her clothing, adjusting her shirt to fit better around her now unsupported breasts. “You know Dean Winchester won’t let this slide.” There was a hint of mischief in her voice, daring to bring his name up again. “He cares about me. He’s going to come looking for me.”

Ketch bent to retrieve the handcuffs from the floor. “That is the plan.” Grabbing her arms, he spun Abigail around and locked her wrists back up, tighter than before.

She was intrigued and let him do what he pleased. “What are you doing?”

The leather gag wrapped around her face and Abigail turned in his arms, confused.

“You’re going to wait here,” he explained, not a hint of sympathy in his deep voice as he fit the gag in place. “The Winchesters will call us for help and of course, we shall oblige, being the wonderful, helpful organization that we are…” He left her only for a moment to grab the wool hood from the corner. “And I shall help them rescue their poor, pathetic, little girlfriend.”

Abigail’s eyes went wide with anger and fear as he lifted the hood over her head. She shook violently and protested, drooling around the gag as her pleading words were stifled.

Ketch leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek before sliding the hood down over her eyes, sending her back into darkness.

“See you in a few days.”

It was dark, cold. Her body ached.

A muffled scream left her mouth as the door slammed behind Ketch, but no one could hear her.

She simply had to wait.

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