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digidazydraws ยท 5 months ago
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It's their plan.
#frog army#frogcore#frogs for sale#frogs take over the world
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ink-lings ยท 11 months ago
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Amphibiuary 2024.
Day 13: Plant
Suddenly, Seymour
He amphibified me
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#illustration#little shop of horrors#mine#artists on tumblr#frog#amphibiuary#amphibiuary2024#art#drawing#frogs are taking over my world
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nemesis-is-my-middle-name ยท 2 months ago
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#malevolent podcast#john doe malevolent#the nemesis speaks#nemesis art#mv liveblog#it's been 3000 years but i finally drew a scorpijohn. everybody clap#i really like this guy tbh he's such a critter. like to put a cup over him reblog to take him outside#ANYWAY UH obligatory rambling about design notes in the tags:#the king isn't a bugs. john is off doing his own thing. he got sent to the hell dimension that makes you a bugs#(less goofy: i really like the idea of the dark world both giving him more obvious weapons but also making him into something#that reads as vermin and is very clearly. dangerous yes. but very low on the food chain. that feels extremely apt)#like yes he's a threat but he's built to protect himself at the expense of others. not for torture for its own sake.#very visually distinct from the king who is mostly too powerful to have a need for overt self-defense like that#yes his stinger's way more flexible than a real scorpion's. that's bc it's a modified tendril and also bc i felt like it#also still never gonna give up giving him bloodstains <3 it's all arthur's btw. you get the symbolism etc#anyway. rampant abuse of frog scorpion parable imagery go
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unknown-person93828 ยท 3 months ago
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#Now with my army of frogs I can finally take over the world
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dcviltriggcr ยท 2 years ago
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ใ€Ž โ I'm adopting all the frogs. I'm gonna make them my frog army. โž ใ€
#ใ€Ž โ™ฐ || one hell of a party you got here. [Commentary] ใ€#{ nero vc: rise my frog army. rise and take over the world. }
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tobiasdrake ยท 6 hours ago
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My favorite detail about Jurassic Park is that it has a baked-in justification for any and all retcons it might need to make due to paleontology advancing forwards.
Because there is not a single dinosaur that has ever appeared in Jurassic Park.
Not one. Not in the books. Not in the movies. Not ever.
"Now what John Hammond andย InGenย did at Jurassic Park was to create genetically engineered theme park monsters." ~Alan Grant
Grant says that in a moment of cynicism. It's part of his arc for the film. But it's not inaccurate. What Jurassic Park has, what it's always had since the very first novel, are "Mostly Dinosaurs".
"And since the DNA is so old, it's full of holes! Now, that's where our geneticists take over!" ~Mr. DNA
It's impossible to recover a fully intact gene sequence from an ancient amber mosquito. Cloning a pure dinosaur would have been completely impossible, and so the park filled in the gene sequence with whatever works. Frog. Lizard. Bird. Whatever they need to get the result they are trying to get.
Every single dinosaur is a chimeric beast made up of mostly dinosaur and a bunch of other stuff that some scientists thought would achieve the appropriate dinosaur-like result.
"Nothing in Jurassic World is natural! We have always filled gaps in the genome with the DNA of other animals. And if the genetic code was pure, many of them would look quite different." ~Dr. Henry Wu
Which, from a writing perspective, is fucking genius. Because now you have a preset excuse for each and every plot hole your movie has.
Like. Why don't the raptors have feathers? Because of the chimera DNA.
Why do dilophosaurs spit venom? Because of the chimera DNA.
Why do T-Rexes have movement based vision? Oh, they don't. But Rexy does. Because of her chimera DNA.
Why is the Spinosaurus so fucking big? Because of the chimera DNA.
Why are the velociraptors mislabeled? Because Hammond's a dipshit.
Like. I've always marveled at the way Jurassic Park started out by giving itself a blanket excuse to be wrong about every single thing it ever said about the central attraction of its franchise. It's honestly beautiful, and allows the series a degree of immortality well into the era where we know better about its animals.
#jurassic park
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wolfythewitch ยท 3 months ago
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Do you think frogs would take over the world one day
- random egyptian citizen seconds before the second plague
#wolfy tedtalks#wolfy religious tedtalks
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cheshire-castle-library ยท 2 years ago
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I can't tell you how many times the "Click for Frogs" button has been the only thing preventing a rage/depression spiral. I don't know why they added it, but I'm really glad they did.
#my big mouth#click for frogs#emotionally equivalent to the โ€œone good thingโ€ on the alice cooper episode of the muppets show being Robin's Somewhere Over the Rainbow#it just takes one good thing to prove the world isn't bad
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yoonyia ยท 11 months ago
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I love amphibia so much
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an Anne vs. Andrias sequence that Matt, our post editor Andy, and myself brainstormed up during the post production process! Many thanks to Saerom for executing it so well ^^
#personally it means a lot more to be then owl house#i know owl house is probably objectively better in technical quality and affect if society but like#frogs man#and the ending??? so good#everyone is deeply flawed and you cant say this one person is solely good and that just resonates with me so much#LET THE GIRLS BE REALLY STUPID AND TRY AND TAKE OVER THE WORLD OK
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yuwuta ยท 1 year ago
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VITAMIN ME โ€” JUJUTSU KAISEN BOYS + SICK FIC
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featuring. gojo, toji, inumaki, nanami, okkotsu, itadori, choso, fushiguro
content. taking care of the boys/the boys taking care of you when feeling sick, all fluff, no warningsย 
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SATORU GOJO
He doesnโ€™t feel under the weather often, but when he does, it hits him tenfold. Heโ€™s whiny, dramatic, borderline inconsolable, and feels well within his rights to demand your undivided attention, because heโ€™s not usually like thisโ€ฆ sick, that is (he is usually whiny and dramatic, no illness in the world could take that away from him).
You and him both know when heโ€™s dragging it, but you canโ€™t help but to feel bad for him. Because when Satoru is sick, heโ€™s sickโ€”you feel like you need to constantly monitor all his vitals, set a timer to make sure he gets medication because heโ€™s so cold and pale and sluggish, itโ€™s worrisome. Of course, he finds the strength to tease you, โ€œYou worried about little old me, sweets? Donโ€™t beโ€”โ€˜m gonna be fine, you know. But I hear kisses cure the flu.โ€
โ€œNot scientifically proven, or peer reviewed,โ€ you tell him, โ€œBut you know what is? Tylenol. Time for more, open up, Satoru.โ€ย 
โ€œWill I get a kiss? Just a little one?โ€ย 
He gives you a hard time, even in sickness, but itโ€™s only because he absolutely relishes being in your care, thinks youโ€™re good at taking care of him; proven by the way you give in with a nod, and then a kiss after he takes his medication. He really does feel like shit right now, but with you here, caring for him, his heart has expanded ten times and a warmth spills into his chest that makes the pain insignificant. Satoru feels honored and humbled to have someone fuss over him like thisโ€”to have this concrete reminder that you worry for him and care about him and love him just like he loves you.
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TOJI FUSHIGUROย 
โ€œYou gonna feed me?โ€ Toji grumbles, sounding much less threatening with a frog in his throat, โ€œBecause thereโ€™s no way Iโ€™m drinking that.โ€ย 
You roll your eyes, lightly tapping the spoon against the edge of the mug before placing it onto the coffee table and extending your arms towards Toji, โ€œThe ginger is good for you. The lemon, too, if you wanna stop sounding like a low-budget villain anytime soon.โ€ย 
Tojiโ€™s nose scrunchesโ€”itโ€™s almost cute, if it werenโ€™t followed by an infuriatingly stubborn turn of his jaw, pointedly away from you and back to the television. You huff, sitting down next to himโ€”or as close as you can get through his mountain of blankets and forcefield of pillowsโ€”carefully nursing the cup in your palms.ย 
Who would have thought that the great Toji Fushiguro would be so stubborn as to let a little cold get the best of him. Him attempting to suffer without cold medicine wasnโ€™t that surprising, but you didnโ€™t think that heโ€™d petulantly refuse tea just because of some ginger. Getting him to take his antibiotics only worked when you told him youโ€™d boot him onto the couch if he didnโ€™t, but that wonโ€™t work this time, heโ€™ll call your bluff.ย 
You sigh, moving a pillow to your other side and reaching over to the coffee table to redeem your spoon. You fold one leg under the other and turn your body to Tojiโ€™s, scooping tea into the spoon, giving it a soft blow, and then raising it to his face. He quirks an eyebrow when he feels the steam brushing against his skin, and turns to you with a hellish grin.
He opens his mouth, to say something slick no doubt, but you take advantage of the opportunity to shove the spoon in his mouth, โ€œYou donโ€™t get to talk until after you finish your tea.โ€
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TOGE INUMAKI
Despite being a renowned insomniac and someone who is willing to throw away hours of sleep to binge watch his favorite series or complete a new game, Toge does believe that rest is the best medicine. He does take his own sleep seriouslyโ€”itโ€™s not his fault that most people consider his preferred sleeping hours to be regular waking hours.
So, even though it sounds a bit hypocritical, Toge is very firm about you resting as much as you can when youโ€™re not feeling well. Heโ€™s quick to make a cocoon out of you in your two favorite blankets and fit you onto the couch to keep you within sight as he rummages around the kitchen to prepare your meals, and make sure that you donโ€™t skimp out on your medication. Heโ€™s got some pretty effective homemade remedies for a killer sore throat, but cough syrup is cough syrupโ€”he knows it tastes horrible, but if he has to force feed it to you, then so be it.
He feeds you spoonfuls of homemade broth and rice to make up for it, giggling as you scrunch your nose from the taste of the medicine. When youโ€™re finished, he lets you tell him off and forgoes teasing you about how nasally you sound as he coerces you to lay down again. You donโ€™t feel sleepy, but when Togeโ€™s lips brush against your forehead, his words are like a spell that makes your eyes flutter shut, โ€œSleep, my love.โ€
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KENTO NANAMI
โ€œItโ€™s cold, Ken,โ€ you whine, sniffling at the end of your sentence. Kento sighs softly, switching off the light to the bathroom and taking careful strides to the bed. He carefully sits on the edge of the bed, expression sympathetic as you complain about the temperature again.
The room is actually slightly warmer than normal per your earlier request, but he knows you still feel cold because of how high your temperature is. It's exactly why he took your blanket from youโ€”fuzzy, and warm, and weighted would all be enticing and acceptable if you werenโ€™t running a very concerning fever. Kento absolutely hates to say no to you, but he has to do something to break your fever.ย 
โ€œI know, darling,โ€ he nods gently, settling himself onto his side of the bed. Heโ€™d prefer to have the comfort of a heavy blanket right now, too, but he wouldnโ€™t taunt you like thatโ€”if you have to sleep without one, then so will he. He should get you another cold towel for your forehead, but you tug on his heartstrings when you scoot yourself closer to him, nose nudging against his thigh. He smiles softly, carefully reaching to tap at your arms, โ€œCome here.โ€
You shuffle upwards and into his arms, cheek pressed against his chest with your arms coming to wrap around his torso. Kento lets you melt into him and wraps strong arms around your body to keep you closeโ€”body heat will have to do for now.
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YUUTA OKKOTSU
Yuuta walksโ€”waddles, reallyโ€”with his blanket over his shoulders, mouth slightly ajar, and a box of tissue in his hand for good measure. He looks cute despite his febrile state, with his nose red and eyes wide and you have to resist the urge to coo at him.
โ€œI thought the Benadryl would have kept you asleep at least a little longer,โ€ you smile, turning off the heat underneath the pot.
โ€œSomething smelled good... and I got hungry,โ€ Yuuta shrugs weakly, taking the remaining steps into the kitchen and plopping his body weight onto a stool at the island. He sniffles deeply, setting his box of tissues down on the counter, before pointing at the lowly simmering pot behind you, โ€œIs thatโ€ฆ for me?โ€
โ€œNo, itโ€™s for my other sick boyfriend,โ€ you grin, reaching into a nearby cabinet for a bowl. You giggle when you see Yuutaโ€™s pouty expression, cheeks a light pink and bottom lip jutted slightly.
โ€œItโ€™s not nice to make fun of the ill,โ€ he coughs. His faรงade is waning, already weakened by his sick state, and crumbling when you push a warm bowl of his favorite soup in front of him. You canโ€™t help but to laugh a little louder because Yuutaโ€™s eyes practically grow three sizes and you swear heโ€™s salivating a little.ย 
He shakes away the shock, turning with a pout when he realizes youโ€™re poking fun at him again, โ€œYouโ€™re doing it again. Now you owe me a kiss.โ€ย 
โ€œDo I?โ€ you tease, taking the seat on the stool next to him, elbows resting on the counter, as you peer up at Yuutaโ€™s flushed face. Youโ€™ll let him ride the excuse his blush being the fever for a little longer, โ€œThatโ€™s risky. I might get sick, and I have a very cute boyfriend to take care of.โ€
โ€œIโ€™ll take care of you, too,โ€ Yuuta all but whispers, tired eyes fluttering to your lips, โ€œIn sickness and in health, right?โ€
He leans down a bit and you meet him for a quick kiss, pulling away to smile, โ€œI thought that was for married couples.โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™ll fix that soon,โ€ Yuuta smiles, satisfied. You giggle, reaching out to poke his red nose and then his cheek to turn his face back to his soup.ย 
โ€œWell, then go ahead and eat and get well soon,โ€ you muse, leaning forward to kiss his cheek, โ€œI expect a very romantic proposal from an un-sick lover boy.โ€
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YUUJI ITADORI
You should have known that Nobara was going to rat you out sooner or later, if not for your own wellbeing, then for hersโ€”because despite your roommate being a caring soul beneath her tough exterior, she is not caring enough to risk her own health because youโ€™re sniffling all over your shared apartment; especially not before sheโ€™s supposed to go on her first vacation with her boyfriend.
On the third day of coughing, Nobara tells you sheโ€™s going to camp out with Megumi until her flight, and that Yuuji is the person sheโ€™s entrusted with her keys until she returns back from her trip. So, itโ€™s not a surprise that a mere hour later, you find Yuuji all but barreling through your front door with grocery bags in hand, all of which he promptly drops when he hears you hacking out your lungs on the couch, quick to dart to your side and hold your cup as you shakily drink some water.
โ€œBabe! Youโ€™re, like, super sick,โ€ he exclaims, now sitting criss-cross on your living room floor, slowly unpacking the grocery bags for a real-time haul, โ€œYou should have told me earlier, I could have gotten you all this stuff way sooner!โ€
โ€œIโ€™m fine, Yuuji. Itโ€™s a mild cold at most,โ€ you reassure him, smiling to yourself as he rips open a new box of Kleenex and thrusts it in your direction. He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, untrusting of your words, before he springs up with the last grocery bag in hand.
โ€œWell, still... Iโ€™m not a doctor, but I got all the medications Nanamin told me to get, so weโ€™re gonna get this cold out of you in no time,โ€ he grins, patting your head before leaning down to kiss your forehead, โ€œIn the meantime, how about some soup? Ohโ€”I just saw a recipe for something spicy, that should help with your nose right? Or maybe ramen? Leave it to me!โ€
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CHOSO KAMO
You couldnโ€™t help but to snap one more picture of Choso. You felt bad, a little bit, he was tired and sick and probably felt like crap, but he looked very cute when he was sleepy, cuddled up in fuzzy blankets from head to toe, with just enough space to expose his tired eyes and red nose. One more wouldnโ€™t hurt.ย 
You smile to yourself as you look back at him, slipping your phone into your pocket and walking over to join Choso on the couch. Thereโ€™s not enough room for you to sit in the seat, so you have to cotch yourself in the arm of the couch closest to his head and gently reach out to move a stray strand of hair away from his eyes. It would make for another cute picture, but you refrain, choosing to lean down and press a kiss to his forehead instead, before standing to start picking up the spare tissue and cough drop wrappers littered around him.
You always tell him heโ€™s going to worry himself sick, and heโ€™s managed to do just that. It was a little fun, a little cute, but mostly, youโ€™re just happy that Choso is resting. You know that sleep doesnโ€™t come easily to him under normal circumstances; if being a little under the weather is what gets your boyfriend to slow down and care for his body, then so be it; youโ€™ll be there to help him out.
Youโ€™re about to head into the kitchen, when youโ€™re stopped by a warm hand brushing against your leg. You turn to see Choso limply reaching out of your, slowly blinking awake, before weakly beckoning for you again, โ€œStay here,โ€ he croaks, โ€œPlease?โ€
You smile, placing the gathered trash onto the coffee table, before burying yourself within Chosoโ€™s blankets. You have to do a little wiggling to get underneath him, but Choso doesnโ€™t mind, happily resting his weight against you, eyes already fluttering closed again, not before he lets you a meek, โ€œThank you. I love you.โ€
You give him one final kiss to the crown of his head, โ€œI love you, too.โ€ย 
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MEGUMI FUSHIGURO
โ€œMegumi, are youโ€ฆ okay?โ€ you question softly, leaning over the small restaurant table to squint at your boyfriend. Youโ€™d been watching him carefully since heโ€™d picked you up from your house, deducing that something was definitely wrong, even if Megumi had been trying his best to hide it.
He could be quiet, but he was definitely not soft spoken, nor did he normally wince after swallowing a bite of his food. You should have known something was off from the start, when youโ€™d held hands on your walk and Megumiโ€™s fingers were warm, and not icicles attached to his palm.
Megumi freezes, mouth gaping slightly, before he closes it and composes himself with slumped shouldersโ€”heโ€™d considered keeping up his brave front, but itโ€™d be futile at this point, so he sighs, โ€œMy throat hurts, is all,โ€ he confesses, the hoarseness of his tired voice peeking through, โ€œI had a fever yesterday, but it was fine this morning.โ€
You lean over a little more, just enough to be able to extend your hand so that the back of your palm meets Megumiโ€™s forehead. Itโ€™s warm, to no surprise, and you find yourself tutting, recoiling your hand slightly, with enough space to flick him.
โ€œOw?โ€ He groans, and you only roll your eyes. You pull back to fish through your bag, to pull out some cash and leave it on the table. Megumi begins to question you, but youโ€™re not hearing it, getting up to sling your purse over your shoulder and grab your boyfriend by the forearm.
โ€œYouโ€™re an idiot,โ€ you scold, ushering him out of the restaurant, โ€œWe are going to urgent care to get you a strep test, and then to that bakery Nanami tells us not to tell anyone about to get you soup, and then you are going to sit and eat it and contemplate your actions for the rest of the evening.โ€
Megumi lets himself be dragged awayโ€”another tell-tale sign that he really is feeling under the weather (which is also what he chooses to blame his blush on). If โ€œcontemplating his actions,โ€ was code word for you hovering over him for a bit, then maybe he wouldnโ€™t mind.
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Celeste
FallenAngel!BuckyBarnes x Female!Reader AU
summary: Heaven is not what they tell you. The celestials donโ€™t live in harmony and the devil is not as far as you might think. Heโ€™s vicious in his ways to seduce every being - makes even the mighty fall from grace. And one of them happens to be your guardian angel. When James is banished from the heavens, he is forced to amend his sins on earth. What did he do wrong, you might ask? Well, he fell for the one he watched over.
a/n: I thought Iโ€™ve read a FallenAngel!Bucky fic on here before. But I couldnโ€™t find it. So please, if you know it, tag me. Anyway, this is my take on the au.
word count: 20.3k (good lord, someone take my computer away)
warnings: this might offend some people (remember this is my fantasy world - I donโ€™t know much about angels and the whole shebang), soulmate trope, the devil, also God?, jealousy/envy, mentions of killing and abuse, banishment and punishments, he falls first (literally lmao), fluff and wholesomeness, agony, angst (of course, with happy end!), smut (wingplay, Buckyโ€˜s got heavenly dick, Virgin!Bucky, size kink, cum play) !MINORS DNI!
๏พŸโœซ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Š๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’”๐’• ๏ฝกโœญ๏ฝฅ๏พŸโœถ ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’… ๐’๐’ ๐€๐Ž๐Ÿ‘ โœง*๏ฝฅ๏พŸ๐’„.๐’‚๐’Š ๏ฝกโœญ๏ฝฅ๏พŸ
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all image credit goes to @animarvelita on TikTok (there's more at the end)
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James.
Wake up, James.
Wake up!
The wind hits his lashes before he opens his eyes. Heโ€™s falling. Heโ€™s falling and thereโ€™s nothing he can do.ย 
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Itโ€™s eerie outside, you note as your towel glides over the countertop. The entire window of the diner displays dark clouds. Dark clouds that will soon bring the heavy rain Old Lee has been mumbling about for days now.ย 
Not too many people believe what the crazy farmer says but you canโ€™t help but notice how much he really understands of the world.ย 
Nick hits the little golden bell by the serving hatch and you take the fresh sandwiches to a table by the door.ย 
โ€œAnything else I can get you?โ€
โ€œWeโ€™re good, honey.โ€
You just nod as your eyes stay focused on the small parking lot outside. You wipe your hands on your apron and return to the counter when the first drop of rain hits the window pane.
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Branches are aching beneath his weight when he crashes through the trees. A deep thud echoes in the woods as his body hits the ground. Itโ€™s raining.ย 
Every tragedy needs rain.
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"Are you alright, dear?" Peggy, one of the regulars, a wise old lady, asks and points to your hand that's settled above your chest.ย 
You clear your throat. "I'm fine. Just a frog in my throat." You nod with a tight smile. Something seems to have knocked the air out of your lungs. But you've been feeling like you are coming down with something for a few days now.ย 
"Must be the weather," Howard comment's next to Peggy, and his newspaper crumbles beneath his touch.ย 
You turn and refill their coffee mugs. "Yeah... must be." But you can't shake the feeling it has brought to you.ย 
"It's always the weather." Peggy nods before the door to the diner opens and Old Lee enters, his muddy boots dirtying the checkered floors. You scrunch your nose. You'd be the one cleaning that up later, Scott surely won't do it.ย 
"This ain't a normal April storm, folks." His hat tips before he sits at the counter in front of you. "You look like youโ€™ve been trampled by a cow.โ€
"It's just the weather," you say and place a cup of hot tea in front of him. That's just Stan: brutally honest and strangely right about everything.ย 
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Pain is strange. His feet get caught in the thorned bushes. Golden blood is the only evidence of his path.
And itโ€™s slowly turning black.
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The storm outside intensifies, the rain hammering against the diner's windows with an unrelenting force. Old Lee's words linger in the air, stirring a sense of unease among the patrons. You glance outside, noticing the darkness creeping in as if it's swallowing everything in its path.
A shiver runs down your back as you remember how much Pietro would have loved this storm. Your mind drifts back to the memory of him. He always found solace in the chaos of nature, seeing beauty even in the fiercest storms.
But he's is gone now, lost to you in a way that is irreversible. The ache in your chest intensifies as you try to push away the memories, focusing instead on your tasks at hand.
Stanโ€™s voice is low and gravelly when he murmurs again. "You can't outrun the storm, kid. It's coming for all of us, whether we're ready or not."
His words are chilling, but you shake it off, forcing a smile as you refill his tea.ย 
"We'll weather this storm just like we always do." Peggy chimes in as her hand lands on yours with her calming touch. But your heart is hammering in your chest, still. Something feels off. As if a piece fell out of place, waiting to be discovered, and raving to make a mess.ย 
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Itโ€™s cold and muddy here, no comfort in sight. But heโ€™ll venture on until he reaches you. His soul is pulled to your very presence.ย 
He needs to find you. Needs to amend his wrongs. Though is it really wrong to love?
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Itโ€™s dark out when you hang your apron in your locker and wave a short goodbye to Nick. Pulling your coat tightly around you in an attempt to brace yourself for the wind, you step outside into the deluge. The rain lashes against your skin, soaking you to the bone on your walk through deserted streets and cold concrete.ย 
You sigh thinking about everyone that made it home dry, probably sitting in their beds right now, watching the rain roll down their window pane with a hot cup of cocoa in hand.ย 
But that seems to postpone itself, you realize as you abruptly halt. You look around. This isnโ€™t your usual route home. But something pulled you off your intended path and toward an unfamiliar alleyway. Confusion mingles with a strange sense of anticipation as you find yourself drawn deeper into the darkness.ย 
Your head is screaming at you. This is dangerous. You shouldnโ€™t be doing this. Why are your feet moving anyway?
And then you see it. Or rather... him?
A figure stands at the end of the alley, obscured by shadows and rain, but there's something about him that sets your heart racing.
"Hello?" you call out tentatively, your voice barely audible over the storm. You hate how weak you sound.ย 
He steps forward into the dim light, his features illuminated by a flickering streetlamp. Dark hair and a strong yaw, wide muscular shoulders, his arms are adorned by silver cuffs. His whole being is well over six feet. But he seems even taller as something wide reaches from behind him, almost hugging his shoulders and prodding up towards the sky. He steps forward again and your breath hitches in your throat when you can finally make out the grey feathery wings standing from behind his back.
But you donโ€™t run. You donโ€™t even stumble back. Your feet are frozen to the ground. Then his eyes meet yours, and for a moment, time seems to stand still as youโ€™re caught in the intensity of his gaze.ย 
โ€œIโ€™ve been searching for you,โ€ he says, his voice almost like a whisper to the wind. Calling and marvelous.ย 
Everything inside you tells your how absurd this situation is. How fast you should be running anywhere but here right now. But the way your heart races doesnโ€™t feel like fear. In fact, youโ€™re not even scared. More fascinated, awestruck, intrigued. You know he wont hurt you.ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t know you.โ€ You manage to stammer, your eyes still locked with his. The tension overwhelming and electrifying all at once.
โ€œThat should be obvious.โ€ He points to his wings smiling amused, a smile that you know holds a universe of secrets and promises. You want to learn them all, you catch yourself thinking as your eyes slip to his lips.ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t understand.โ€
โ€œYou donโ€™t need to understand,โ€ he replies and itโ€™s the first time his wings move behind him. โ€œJust trust that we are connected in ways you cannot even begin to imagine.โ€
โ€œWell?โ€ You clear your throat and cross your arms in front of your chest, relieved your body is able to move again, though the pose feels rather awkward. โ€œWhy are you here?โ€
He seems shocked for a moment, as if he hadnโ€™t expected you to play along so fast. And, to be honest, neither did you... at least a little.ย 
โ€œI need to...โ€ His mouth falls shut again and he turns his head down to the side, shoulders heaving. โ€œI guess I need a place to stay.โ€
โ€œWith me?โ€ Thatโ€™s insane. You know it is. But why does it not surprise you?ย 
He nods, you shake your head. โ€œI cant just accommodate a...โ€ You gesture to him and he clears his throat awkwardly.ย 
โ€œAngel.โ€
โ€œRight, of course.โ€ You chuckle as you scan his body again. Only now do you see the torn clothes and bloody feet. Drenched through and through.ย 
You sigh. โ€œI donโ€™t even know your name...โ€ย 
His eyes are sparkling, the smallest of twitches making him look a little softer, tangible even. Youโ€™re not afraid of him. And it messes with your head. You should be scared, right? But all there is in your body is the steady tingle pinging from your heart back to your stomach.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s James.โ€ His smile is handsome when he reaches out his hands, offering you a better look to his toned arms.
Whywhywhy? โ€œAlright.โ€ย 
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James looks out of place in your rather small living room. His size dwarves every piece of furniture carefully picked out to make your house a home. He makes it look like a doll house just by standing in it.ย 
But he doesnโ€™t seem to care. James ducks when he passes through the door and you watch his feathers ruffle as they press themselves to his back in order to fit through.ย 
Youโ€™re not sure what to do. Never in your life did you think you would end up in a situation like this. There is no protocol for hosting celestial beings. Though a how to angel dinner party guide would come in handy now. Did he even eat?
Something must be wrong with you. You let a total stranger into your house, even though your track record of people skills is not exactly the best. One that is borderline freakishly tall and has wings. Wings that look soft and beautiful. But strong and kind of intimidating as well. But why does he feel so safe?
โ€œYouโ€™re staring.โ€ James notes and a handsome grin spreads across his face.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m not really used to having angels in my house to be honest.โ€ The sarcasm is dripping from your tone in subtle undertones. But James seems to enjoy it. โ€œWhy are you here? On earth... I mean.โ€
He stares at the ceiling and his wings sag a little. โ€œI have a mission, dearest.โ€ He tells and his eyes meet yours. Theyโ€™re deep blue and stormy - just like the sky. You can see yourself falling lost in them. His presence is all-consuming, making you shiver. It reminds you that the both of you are drenched from the rain. A puddle has formed around your feet and Jamesโ€™s wings guide the water droplets to your hardwood floor in two perfect circles. His hair is curling at the ends, in the nape of his neck and the water is also running down his throat, pooling in the remains of his shirt.ย 
โ€œWhat mission?โ€
โ€œI cannot tell you yet.โ€ย 
You nod, even though you donโ€™t understand. But you donโ€™t want to pressure him. โ€œDo you need a shower? Or... clean clothes?โ€ The second you ask you feel stupid. Itโ€™s silly right? Why shouldnโ€™t angels shower?ย 
Then again, the way he looks at you is one of surprise. โ€œYes, that would be good.โ€ย 
โ€œGood. Yes.โ€ With a sigh you flee through the hallway to your room in search for some clothes.ย 
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A shower. James is giddy. Human things have always excited him. He has been watching from the heavens for eons, never truly experienced them quite like this. But heโ€™s intrigued. Especially when you offer them to him like heโ€™s not an intruder in your life.ย 
If things were different, you would never know he even existed. But James is guilty of happiness that he gets to meet you in person.ย 
Up close, youโ€™re even more perfect. You smell nice, your home feels cozier than anything heโ€™s ever experienced, and your voice sounds just a sliver more comforting when its directed at him.ย 
He is smiling like a fool, standing in your living room - the one he knows by heart but so much more personal now. And when you return to him with a pile of grey cloth, his heart skips a beat. You bring him the familiar warmth that made him fall in the first place. But having you within an armโ€™s length makes all of it feel worth it.ย 
There is not an ounce of regret in him for being here.
Electricity shoots up his arm when you touch his hand. Itโ€™s cold and wet - he immediately vows to always keep you warm from now on - makes it his purpose to have you be comfortable for the rest of your life.ย 
You lead him to the bathroom, grinning sheepishly when you gesture toward your shower.ย 
โ€œIt might be a tight squeeze.โ€ You point at the glass surrounding your bathtub. โ€œBut itโ€™s all I can offer.โ€
โ€œIt will do just fine.โ€ He reassures you.ย 
โ€œI will leave you to it then.โ€ James is confused.
โ€œAre you not staying?โ€
โ€œSorry?โ€
โ€œTo help me.โ€
โ€œHelp you... shower?โ€ There is hesitance in your tone, but James truly doesnโ€™t know how to turn the thing on.
โ€œWell, yes.โ€
โ€œI...โ€ Your eyes are big, staring up at him through surprise and nervousness. โ€œI donโ€™t want to intrude. Give you some privacy to- oh.โ€
His clothes are already on the floor. He knows this much. Shower is something one does naked. But you seem to be shocked when his whole body is revealed to you. Do you like it? James is sure he looks as close to a human as a person with wings can. So why are you still staring at his stomach?
His eyes catch yours as they move a little lower, your eyebrows raising just that much higher and a smirk places itself on his face. So, you do like what you see. He confirms silently. Not that he particularly knows why. He never noticed people by their bodies - only their soul, because that is the important thing - the one that never changes.ย 
And yours is the most enchanting of them all.ย 
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You watch as James sitโ€™s down on the opposite end of the sofa. Heโ€™s declined every offer you have made for him to feel a little more welcome. But he seems content. His smile hasnโ€™t left his lips ever since you led him to the bathroom.
You couldnโ€™t help but notice his body when he revealed it allย  to you. Itโ€™s like every inch of him is carved by the gods. He looks soft in the right parts, strong enough not to be skinny with his height. And his male parts. Well, they look more than satisfactory.ย 
You felt like a pervert staring him up and down while he stood there with this kind of proud innocence to him, wondering if he understood how proud he could be of his looks. There is so much you donโ€™t know about him. Itโ€™s not like you havenโ€™t talked.ย 
You have. But he speaks in riddles.ย 
โ€œYou are staring again.โ€ James notes and you immediately snap your head elsewhere.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m just figuring this situation out, I guess.โ€
He smiles encouragingly. โ€œYou can ask questions. I imagine youโ€™ve been eager to know more.โ€
You exhale long, taking courage to look him in the eyes. โ€œAnd you will answer all of them honestly?โ€
โ€œHonestly, yes.โ€ His teeth find his bottom lip and you squeeze your thighs together.ย  โ€œI cannot promise to answer them all.โ€
โ€œOkay.โ€
โ€œGood.โ€
A comfortable silence settles between you as you think of the first thing you could ask him. Maybe you should get the most obvious one out of the way. Maybe you should ask him more about himself, though youโ€™re not sure how personal he can get if he spent his entire life in heaven. You just assume there is too much to do to pursue actual hobbies and such.ย 
โ€œIs there a God?โ€
โ€œStarting with the light questions, I see.โ€ You just look at him with intrigue. Already lining up all the other questions no-one else in this world has the opportunity to have answered. James sighs and then nods. โ€œYes, God exists.โ€
โ€œDo you know God?โ€
He hesitates, his eyes fleeting to the end of the room and then back to you. โ€œYes.โ€
โ€œWhy did that answer take you so long?โ€
His jaw tenses and his eyes find the floor as if he was cursing himself for offering this situation. But then again, you havenโ€™t heard him cuss once. Maybe youโ€™re wrong. โ€œIt was under rather... unfortunate circumstances.โ€ย 
You nod as if you understand. But you can only imagine. โ€œSo, heโ€™s like the big boss, only getting involved when things escalate?โ€
James looks caught, his wings draw in closer. After a moment, he clears his throat and his feathers ruffle with a small shake. โ€œFirst of all, itโ€™s she/they. And second, ... I guess you could say that, yes.โ€
โ€œI knew it.โ€ You grin as the pride washes over you at this information. โ€œWhy did she never correct us?โ€
โ€œLetโ€™s just say mankind doesnโ€™t have a great track record of enforcing things that go against their believe... Not that it would be believable if someone told the story of meeting an angel who told them God is a woman.โ€
โ€œFair point. That person would have probably been burnt alive.โ€ You nod again, crossing your legs and turning to him on the sofa. James takes a moment to rake his eyes over your body, making you feel tingles all over. You clear your throat. โ€œSpeaking of torture... Why do we have war and world hunger?โ€
โ€œPlease do not take this the wrong way. Those are issues that very much concern God or anyone that wantโ€™s the best for her people, but sheโ€™s busy. She manages everything else that has gone south since.โ€
โ€œSince what?โ€ You partly enjoy the way James talks to you as if you are an insider, but you only understand half of what heโ€™s saying.ย 
โ€œSince she and Lucifer had a big fallout.โ€ He shrugs, but it just adds to your confusion.
โ€œIโ€™m not following.โ€
He rolls his eyes as if it were your fault you donโ€™t know about this supernatural fight. โ€œThey had a disagreement. Luciferโ€™s response to Godโ€™s proposal was an ill-conceived frivolity which ended up becoming the patriarchy.โ€ย 
To say youโ€™re stunned is a serious understatement. โ€œYouโ€™re telling me the devil threw a tamper tantrum and thatโ€™s why we have inequality? How did he even do that?โ€
James shakes his head. โ€œ...Yes. The trial is still in progress. But it may be calming to know that we have not figured out exactly how he convinced an entire species of males being the stronger part of it.โ€
โ€œNo, James. It is not calming to know.โ€ You sigh and watch as he clasps his hands in his lap, his cuffs glistening in the lamplight. God, theyโ€™re big. You immediately scold yourself for thinking this, feeling weirds as the words of your mother echo in your head โ€˜Donโ€™t you dare use Godโ€™s name in vainโ€™. โ€œWhat exactly has God done since then?โ€
The smile returns to his face and you readjust yourself on the sofa. โ€œOh, you wouldnโ€™t want to know how this world would look if she hadnโ€™t kept busy with sorting it.โ€
Your nose wrinkles in a frown, as you check the points off in your head. โ€œI really donโ€™t think it can get that much worse. Climate change, mass genocides, what else could there be?โ€ You nod at each one just as James lifts up his fingers and opens his mouth as if he is starting to count.ย 
But you stop him. โ€œPlease donโ€™t.โ€
โ€œYes, that is probably for the best.โ€
It is silent for a moment as you try to process all the information you have just attained. It is a rather weird feeling. Knowing you know what no-one else on earth does and not being able to tell. Knowing there will be no-one believing you.ย 
You sigh when your head starts spinning from how crazy this day has been. James seems to be rather relaxed considering he barely knows you. His dark hair falls around his face perfectly, the back of it forming a cute curl in the nape of his neck and your fingers itch to touch it.
But you refrain, reminding yourself that he is a stranger - and an angel. Beside the fact that he has not once reached out to you, just randomly touching his hair would probably be the weirdest thing to do right now.ย 
โ€œCan I ask you something?โ€ He suddenly breaks the silence and you shoot a thank you to the sky for saving yourself from going down the mental rabbit hole of how soft his hair looks.ย 
โ€œYes.โ€
โ€œWhy did you take me in?โ€ Jamesโ€™s eyes are boring into yours so innocently. If it werenโ€™t for the giant wings on his back, he would almost look like a normal clueless and incredibly cute guy. And yet he just revealed outerworldly gossip as if you were discussing the latest celebrity TMZ.ย 
โ€œI-โ€œ you trail off, thinking about it for a while. You arenโ€™t sure how much you can tell him. But James has been genuine from the start. It wold only be fair to do the same. โ€œI felt like you needed me.โ€
A weird feeling takes over your body suddenly. Like a warm flush rushing through you. James fidgets in your peripheral and nods in understanding. โ€œI did. I do.โ€
Itโ€™s like the reality of it all hits you like brick when a noise sounds from outside and his wings twitch, pushing over a pile of books on the cupboard behind the sofa. This is not normal, something tells you, and yet your stomach flutters in a way that feels a lot like butterflies. Everything about James is fascinating to you. You constantly fight the urge to reach out and brush your fingertips over every part of him. And for some reason, your mind tries to tell you that he would let you.ย 
โ€œWhy are you really here, James?โ€ You voice is only a whisper when the rattling outside subsides. Itโ€™s probably a raccoon or something. But James looks a little nervous all of a sudden.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m afraid that is one thing I cannot tell you, love.โ€
You sigh. โ€œI guess... I just want to help. Having you stay here doesnโ€™t feel like itโ€™s enough. There has got to be something you need to do.โ€
โ€œThat is very kind of you. I admire your bravery and openness.โ€ His lips spread into a smile, his hand lifting from his lap as if he is about to place it on yours, but his fingers only strech and land back on the sofa between you. โ€œBut to be truthful, even if I knew what I had to do, I am not sure wether I would do it or notโ€
So he is a little deviant. You smile at the small observation. Maybe itโ€™s the reason he is here in the first place. But you feel like you have asked James enough for tonight. Just on cue, a yawn escapes your lips.ย 
โ€œYou should rest. It has been a long day.โ€ย 
You nod, rubbing your eyes and rising from the soft cushions. โ€œI have a spare bedroom. You can sleep there.โ€
โ€œThat is fine. I do not sleep.โ€ James shakes his head as he rises with you out of curtesy. With his hands clasped in front of him he looks like a goth painting.ย 
โ€œWhat? Never?โ€
โ€œI am not human, dearest. My body attains energy in different ways.โ€ You shudder again, blaming it on your sleepiness as you rub your arms when another yawn escapes you.ย 
โ€œMaybe you can tell me about it tomorrow. I am really tired.โ€
โ€œI will be watching over you.โ€ Your name passes his lips like a song, sending another shiver through you. What the hell is the matter with you. You huff as you catch yourself again. It really never occurred to you how often you referenced to the supernatural... โ€œTake all the rest you can get.โ€
โ€œGood night, James.โ€ You nod and wave awkwardly.
โ€œGood night.โ€
You know Jamesโ€™s eyes are only you until you disappear into the hallway. But you cant help but feel safely watched over with him around.ย 
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They will find him, and they will send him further from you than he ever was.
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James hates the days you have to leave for work. He watches you with a sense of longing and resignation, knowing that he must find a way to navigate this separation once again. Though it is necessary he find a way to dodge the inevitable.
Itโ€™s the vexing thing about the celestial kingdom. They always leave one to find the laws on their journey. There is no book he could read on earth that could help him here. But he has seen the repercussions of disobedience, felt the weight of his transgressions bearing down on him like a heavy chain.
And yet, as he watches you prepare to leave for work, a sense of desperation gnaws at him from within. He wants to reach out, to beg you to stay, to keep you safe from whatever dangers may lurk beyond the safety of your home.
But he knows he can't. He's bound by duty, by the laws of God that dictate his every move. And so, with a heavy heart, he watches silently as you gather your things and head out the door, leaving him alone once more.
As the door closes behind you, James is left with nothing but the echoes of your footsteps fading into the distance. He knows he should use this time wisely, to prepare for whatever trials may lie ahead, but his thoughts are consumed by you, by the overwhelming need to protect you at all costs.
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Thereโ€™s and angel in your home. And heโ€™s so freaking attractive, itโ€™s unfair.ย 
It has been a week since you found James. And despite the incredibly irrational decisions of yours to invite him into your home, nothing bad has happened to you. Sure, the first night you might have dreamt about him. Heโ€™s everything your fantasy books described an more. And you couldnโ€™t help but let that tiny romantic sliver of you hope for the more.ย 
But James is more pious than any catholic boarding school kid youโ€™ve ever met.ย 
He seems to enjoy a good joke and heโ€™s quite confident. But he never once touched you. And while that should not be one of your first concerns, considering heโ€™s a stranger and an angel, something inside you tells you heโ€™s holding back.ย 
He never even flinches when you reach out to him. And the longing stares he sends your way make you shiver with anticipation. Yet there is no attempt to ever pull you in - even though you are so sure you were sending signals.ย 
Maybe there are no signals in heaven. What are you even saying? Of course there are no signals in heaven. You donโ€™t even believe dating exists up there.ย 
โ€œYo, whaddup with ya today? Iโ€™ve been calling your name for a solid minute.โ€
โ€œSorry. Feeling a little off today,โ€ you mumble to Nick and retrieve the food waiting in the serving hatch.ย 
โ€œYou canโ€™t go home. I donโ€™t wanna serve alone today.โ€
โ€œScott, thereโ€™s literally no-one here.โ€ You gesture toward the few people sitting in their booths and sigh. โ€œBesides, I never said I was going home.โ€ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t get mad. You barely texted me back this week. Whatโ€™s so awesome about your home when Iโ€™m not there with you?โ€ You feel the heat rising to your head at Scottโ€™s comment. โ€œYouโ€™d think sheโ€™d call me if she ever needed to hide something.โ€ He mumbles to Nick who just laughs and flips a pancake.ย 
You turn to him with your fists by your side. โ€œThe weather is weird and cold, canโ€™t I need a little down time?โ€
โ€œNot from me!โ€ Scott looks baffled. Heโ€™s your friend, and yes, you had other things to worry about than be on your phone this week. But you also knew he wouldnโ€™t understand.
โ€œYouโ€™re being a real pain in my ass today, Scotty.โ€
โ€œGood, so everythingโ€™s back to normal then.โ€
You throw a towel in his face. โ€œShut up.โ€
โ€œCut it out, you two, thereโ€™s customers.โ€
Scott resumes to the back, effectively dodging his work and leaving you to serve the new customer. But your breath hitches in your throat when you look up from the counter.
James is standing in the door, already drawing looks of attention from a few people. Heโ€™s smiling back at them, even waving at a child before his eyes meet yours and your heart sets off again. It seems to always do that when heโ€™s close.ย 
You rush toward him, wrapping your fingers around his cuffed wrist and he audibly exhales.ย 
โ€œYou canโ€™t be here.โ€
โ€œWhy not?โ€
โ€œBecause-โ€œ you lean in closer and James bows down to get his face to your level. โ€œYouโ€™re and angel.โ€ You mutter under your breath and the sexy smile returns to his perfect lips.ย 
โ€œAnd how would they know that?โ€ His eyebrow raises.ย 
โ€œYou-โ€œ you lean back, examining his shoulders - only then noticing that his wings are not there anymore. โ€œHow?โ€
โ€œI only show myself to truly important people.โ€ He winks and you stumble back a little, his sudden boldness making your legs feel like jello.ย 
โ€œWhat are you doing here?โ€ย 
James looks around the diner as though he has not planned this far. His eyes swerve to the counter and then back to you. โ€œI want to watch you work. I enjoy spending time with you.โ€
โ€œBut you canโ€™t be here without ordering.โ€
โ€œThen I will oder.โ€
โ€œYou donโ€™t eat, James. Do you even have money?โ€
That seems to surprise him. โ€œNo.โ€ You shake your head and look at the tiled floor. Jamesโ€™s wrist is still wrapped in your hand but there is no attempt to hold you. So you drop it. Why did he even come here when he wonโ€™t touch you?
โ€œPlease, beautiful. Let me stay.โ€ His eyes are genuine, his lips purse in a plea. All you can think about is how weirdly lucky you are that this Adonis of a being chose you for his quest.ย 
You bite your lip and watch him shudder. โ€œAlright. Just sit by the counter and try to be inconspicuous.โ€
His smile spreads wide. โ€œIโ€™ll be as invisible as the air you breathe.โ€
You exhale and get back to work but unfortunately, his promise doesnโ€™t last long. Before you know it, Peggy has chosen the seat right beside James. Sheโ€™s leaning over to him at the counter and Howard just sits beside them with his newspaper in hand - as always. James seems just as invested in the conversation as Peggy and as you steal glances over to the pair of them, insistently hoping he wonโ€™t spill about his identity, you catch Jamesโ€™s eyes lingering on you.ย 
โ€œYou are a fine young man, James.โ€ Peggy's hand lands on his, tapping it in a grandmotherly manor, though her eyes are glinting with something akin to longing. She whispers something into his ear you cant make out and Jamesโ€™s eyes shoot to yours, his face tinting rouge from one ear to the other.ย 
โ€œAnd you are a remarkable lady, Peggy,โ€ he clears his throat, his mind seemingly wandering elsewhere. โ€œYou remind me of a girl a friend of mine was in love with once.โ€
โ€œThen he must have been the happiest man to ever live.โ€
Peggyโ€™s hands tremble when she reaches for her cup of tea, her red lipstick taint the white porcelain as James watches her movements with a soft stare. He looks so protective of her, it makes your insides tingle. โ€œHe truly is, though he seems like he has forgotten about it lately. Is this your husband?โ€ He gestures to Howard, who just slams the newspaper down in front of him, blank eyes staring at James while Peggy laughs and waves her hand dismissively.ย 
โ€œThis rascal?โ€ She presses her hand to her chest as she tries to calm down. โ€œNo, dear. My husband died a long tome ago.โ€ She smiles warmly, floating in melancholy when she continues, โ€œI never loved another man since. He was a heaven sent. Strong, kind, always worked towards the greater good... and his looks were to die for, too.โ€ She winks and James chuckles.ย 
โ€œOh I wish a love like that to everyone. Promise me something, James.โ€ย 
โ€œAnything.โ€
โ€œIf your find it, never let it go.โ€ Her hand clasps around his biceps, her tone a motherly sternness laced with affection.ย 
James eyes you again and it feels as if the air is shifting with tension. โ€œMy word is in Godโ€™s name, Peggy.โ€
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James feels the repercussions of his being on earth stronger every day. In heaven, he was miserable because he had to watch you live your life without him. On earth, heโ€™s in agony because he knows, if he ever were to touch you, he would cease to exist.
Itโ€™s slanted. He gave up everything coming here and despite the fact that his wings stopped working the second he fell from the sky, he categorizes the uncertainty eating away at him as even worse. Hanging in limbo is more troubling than actually going to hell, he is sure of it.ย 
He watches you move about your house with the same longing look torturing his features since he realized how much he needed you. Itโ€™s laughable how dependent on you he has become. While you go about your life with the minor change of having a roommate, James despises the unforgeable distance heaven has created between you.ย 
You are friendly with him - you are friendly with everyone. James would even go as far as to say that you two are friends by now. But he wants so much more. So much more he cant tell you because even if you did know about his feelings, there is nothing either of you could do about it.ย 
James sighs standing from the sofa, ducking his head when he passes through the doorway to you. You never questions when he just follows you around. The soul bond probably keeping the curiosity at bay if it feels anything like his experience. It feels good for no explicit reason.ย 
You sort some bowls in your cabinet as he stands behind you, offering to place the ones higher up so you donโ€™t have to struggle too much. โ€œWhatโ€™s heaven like, James?โ€ You ask innocently through your movements. โ€œAre there pearly gates and fluffy clouds?โ€
James loves when you say his name. It makes him feel closer to you than ever before. In a way, he equates it with your touch. Just as his saying your name is his way of reaching out to you.ย 
โ€œMore like endless paperwork and celestial coffee breaks.โ€ Coffee breaks. He learned about those a while ago and he loves the concept. โ€œBut hey, the views are to die for.โ€ He gets lost in your eyes, remembering how much more distant they felt when he was watching from above and he is thankful to be this close to you now.
You smile smugly, and thats when the heart race sets in again. Heโ€™s sure you feel it too. Because your eyes avert and your hand places itself atop your chest.ย 
You think something is wrong with you, he just knows it. Itโ€™s like the time you watched hours on hours of Grayโ€™s Anatomy and then proceeded to research yourself into a frenzy about the sicknesses you might suffer. But James made sure then that there was not even a paper cut compromising you and he will do the same now, too.
He is desperate to tell you what it is you feel, that there is not much you can do and that he feels it ten times worse because he hates to see you suffer. But he needs to be careful about how much he reveals to you.ย 
โ€œOh my god, Iโ€™m getting paranoid,โ€ you mutter to yourself and James smirks at your small slip up. He has noticed how you try to minimize your references in curses. Itโ€™s cute, really, because he knows how much you used to do it. Itโ€™s a little bit amusing, the small deviant trait of yours making him feel like he has found something in common with you and heโ€™s almost proud of it.
You collect yourself, quickly, breathing in deeply and then turning around to him. โ€œI have to run some errands today.โ€ย 
โ€œGreat, where are we going?โ€ James asks with eagerness. Car rides excite him. He has always found them fascinating, but actually being in one is a whole new experience.ย 
You bite your lip and for once, James does not feel the familiar tingle in his stomach when you do so. There is sadness sitting in your eyes when you answer him. โ€œActually...โ€ Your tongue darts out to wet your lip just for your teeth to dig into it again and an unfamiliar tightness travels through Jamesโ€™s body. โ€œIt is something I need to do by myself today. I hope that is okay.โ€
The angel nods vigorously, trying to ignore the pang in his chest. โ€œYes of course. I will leave you to it alone.โ€ He steadies himself on the door frame and then heads to the living room where he grabs a book and settles on your window sill to look occupied.ย 
โ€œIt is nothing personal, James.โ€ Your head dips from the doorway and he looks up. โ€œIt's just... it would be weird for you to be there.โ€
โ€œI understand.โ€ The way he adds your name to his answer makes him sick. But his body is feeling weird, not showing him the familiar signs of jealousy or anger he knows. It feels... warm and uncomfortable.ย 
โ€œI will be back soon.โ€ Your voice travels through the hallway and your footsteps along with it. James stares at the empty doorway for a while, his eyes shooting down to the book when you suddenly reappear. โ€œDo you want anything from the store?โ€
โ€œNo, thank you.โ€
โ€œOkay.โ€
And then the door falls shut. But before James can get consumed by his loneliness, he puts the books down - something about an ice breaker - and heads outside to follow you.ย 
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But earth can be a lonely place. At least hell will welcome you with warmth.
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You didnโ€™t lie. You were at the store. But now that youโ€™re treading on the small path towards the grey cemetery walls, James feels the fear spread through his body like a slow and painful death.ย 
Heโ€™s hiding behind the trees closing around the park, watching you as you halt before a simple headstone. He can feel your mourning deep within his heart, tugging, yanking, pulling on the tiny strings that sting so effectively. His temple leans against the rough bark as his eyes trace your slow movements. You place a small bouquet of flowers on the soil before the engraved letters, resting your forehead on the gold stone.ย 
He canโ€™t see it completely, but he knows youโ€™re crying. You always do. Everything within him screams to reach out to you, to hold you and sway you until the world feels less taunting, but he knows how difficult it could make things.ย 
So, instead, he remains hidden, a silent sentinel in the shadows bearing witness to your sorrow from afar. He feels the weight of your tears as if they were his own, each drop a dagger to his soul and a reminder of the distance that separates him from you.ย 
And yet, even in the midst of your pain, there is a flicker of something else - resilience, determination, a quiet strength that refuses to be extinguished. Itโ€™s a testament to your spirit, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatens to consume you both.ย 
As you linger before the headstone, lost in your memories and your grief, James feels a surge of admiration swell within him. Despite the pain you carry, you continue to preserve.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s really a shame you never have the balls to comfort her.โ€ A voice whispers in his ear and James shoots around to be met with a redhead whose eyes stare daringly up at him. โ€œThen again... I guess it would be kind of ironic, donโ€™t you think?โ€ย 
โ€œWhat are you doing here, Wanda?โ€ All angels are made weary of Luciferโ€™s spawn. They are vicious and manipulating, carrying the pits of hell to places that least expect them and watch it all go up in flames as they stand laughing on the sidelines.ย 
James knows the demon standing before him. More than once have their paths crossed throughout time, but he is surprised to see her every time anew. He refuses to show any sign of weakness in her presence, knowing that to do so would only invite further manipulation.
Wanda chuckles darkly, her laughter echoing through the trees. โ€œOh, nothing much,โ€ she muses with a wicked grin, pacing around James to take a closer look at him. โ€œJust though Iโ€™d remind you of what youโ€™re missing out on by playing the good little guardian angel. But who knows... maybe one of these days, youโ€™ll finally grow a spine and take what you want.โ€
James clenches his jaw, struggling to maintain his composure in the face of Wandaโ€™s relentless provocation. He knows better than to let her under his skin, but the demonโ€™s words cut deep, striking at the heart of his insecurities. He feels the surge of frustration rising within him as his fists clench by his sides, the weight of his silver cuffs pressing against his wrists like chains. โ€œI canโ€™t,โ€ he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper. โ€œYou know I canโ€™tโ€
Wandaโ€™s gaze narrows as her arms cross in front of her chest. โ€œCanโ€™t or wonโ€™t?โ€ She counters, her voice tingling with an unspoken dare.ย 
James hesitates, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. "I... I don't know," he admits finally. "But it doesn't matter. My duty lies with heaven, with protecting her. I canโ€™t do that when Iโ€™m lost in the in-between.โ€
Wanda's eyes glitter with amusement as she takes a step closer, closing the distance between them with an unnerving grace. "And what if heaven isn't where you belong?" she whispers in a seductive purr as her fingers flick against his cuffs. The sound travels through the trees, making you turn and look around you. "What if your heart longs for something more, something... forbidden?"
A shiver runs down his spine, a sudden realization dawning within James. For so long, he hasย clung to the safety of his celestial duties, fearing the consequences of straying from the path laid out before him. But now, as he stands face to face with the embodiment of temptation itself again, he can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, heaven is not the place where he can truly flourish.ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t trust you, Wanda.โ€ He admits genuinely, though the possibility of her words holding truth gnaws on his very soul.
โ€œYou shouldnโ€™t.โ€ She smirks devilishly, eyes flashing in a short glimmer of red and evil. โ€œThere will be consequences to disobeying celestial rules. But you will never find out if a life free of them would be more fulfilling to you if you donโ€™t try.โ€ She winks, setting uncertainty free within him. โ€œFind me when you have made the right choice.โ€
As he watches Wanda disappear into the shadows, leaving him alone with his thoughts, James knows that he is standing at a crossroadsโ€”one that would determine the course of his destiny for eternity. And though the path ahead is uncertain and fraught with peril, he can't help but feel a glimmer of hope stir within him, a whisper of possibility that promises a future filled with love, and happiness, and the chance to finally be as close to you as he has always wished for.
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The night has broken over your small town by now. James has made it back with a conflicted heart before you came home from your errands. He knows you notice his silence as he normally enjoys to talk a lot to you. But you donโ€™t say anything.ย 
He is just sitting quietly in the kitchen as he watches you make a cup of tea, wondering what it tastes like right before frowning at how scared he is to try a cup of hot water just because he doesnโ€™t know what it would do to him.ย 
Wandaโ€™s words come back to the forefront of his mind and the unease she instilled within his heart right alongside it. He has been longing to reach out to you for so long, has wanted to touch and comfort you in so many ways his mind began to spin. Especially after days like this, when you went to visit your brotherโ€™s grave. You would be crying yourself to sleep tonight. And you would get up tomorrow, wipe the sorrow from your eyes and continue to live your life as if nothing happened. Because you are strong and resilient.ย 
And James, even though he is finally present, is not able to offer you the solace you so desperately deserve.ย 
At least he thought so.
His eyes wander to the silver cuffs around his arms, feeling the weight and letting the subtle clink of them seep into his skull. He has never questioned why or how the rules of heaven applied to him. He never even thought about the consequences of breaking them until he felt the need to protect you. He never really cared until you became the most important thing in his life.ย 
Now, seeing the pain in your gaze, and feeling the guilt for being here, not soothing you gnaws on him, sending him back to a state in which he would kill to see you smile again. Free of fear and sorrow.ย 
You bite your lip when you settle on the chair across from his. Your eyes look dull, but James canโ€™t help but think there is a question posed within them. Something desperate and restricted. Oh, how he would love to know what youโ€™re trying to say. He is just too inexperienced with human interaction that he can get a read on everything just yet.ย 
James feels his heart picking up, knowing it beats in the same rhythm as yours, but he doesnโ€™t dare speak, knowing his voice will betray him. Your tea cup is empty, your eyes tired, and he knows that this evening with you will end within seconds.ย 
โ€œGood night, James.โ€ You finally say, following the small ritual you have established with him as you wave at him weakly.ย 
Normally, he says it back. Normally, he guides you to the bedroom and closes your door promising to watch over you in silence. Normally, he doesnโ€™t have a demonโ€™s words ringing in his ears.ย 
But today, something feels different. As you gather your things and head towards your bedroom, a sudden surge of determination courses through him. He can't bear the thought of being separated from you, even for a moment longer.
With a sense of reckless abandon, and the words of Wanda hanging in his mind James makes a daring decision. Ignoring the warnings echoing in his every being, he reaches out to you, his touch barely grazing your shoulder as you turn to leave.
In that fleeting moment of contact, something shifts. A spark ignites between you, a connection so powerful and undeniable that it defies explanation. Time seems to slow as you both freeze, caught in the throes of a bond that transcends the boundaries of heaven and earth.
For a heartbeat, everything hangs in the balance, the air crackling with electricity. And then ...nothing happens.ย 
There is no rush of wind and light that makes him disappear, leaving behind only the echo of his presence lingering in the empty space between. There is nothing else welcoming him in wrath or absolute nothingness or whatever is supposed to happen if a celestial ever dared to touch a mortal.
He opens his eyes that he had shut tight without noticing. And youโ€™re still here. In front of him, staring at his hand that is softly wrapped around your wrist. His mind is struggling to make sense of what just happened - or rather what didnโ€™t. It was all a hoax.ย 
James feels rage bubble within him. And as you stand there, alone in the quiet stillness of the room, touching. He counts yet another reason why heaven was never where he belonged.
A single tear rolls down his cheek when he pulls you into his body and wraps his arm around you tightly. His heart beats violently, pumping the anger of knowing how much time he wasted not being close to you through his body. His wings follow close behind, sealing you into his warmth and creating a space just for you and him. Itโ€™s as if you are made for him. Your body tugs perfectly beneath his feathery white wings and he knows heโ€™ll hold you like this for eternity.ย 
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Heโ€™s touching you.ย 
James is touching you. No, actually, heโ€™s consuming you with his whole being, pulling you into the best hug you have ever received. His wings wrap around you protectively, engulfing you into his scent entirely. Itโ€™s earthy, and clean, and... heavenly.ย 
You chuckle slightly as your cheek presses to his chest, your head barely reaching his collar bone, but it just makes you feel enclosed by his presence from all around. You heart beats just as rapidly as his and you exhale in content as you realize that youโ€™re not the only one feeling this connection.ย 
You donโ€™t know what changed. Maybe you are not as good as hiding your sadness as you think you are. Or maybe there is a whole other reason behind this angel guarding you into the most loving hug you have ever experienced. But fact is, you needed it today more than ever.ย 
And James knew ...because he strangely knows so much about you. He feels familiar without trying and it is a weirdly comforting thing to experience. Especially after all you have been through.ย 
Hesitantly, and almost sorrowfully, you pull away from his warm chest. His wings loosen around you, his arms leaving just enough space for you to lean back and stare into those azure blue eyes of his. Heโ€™s beautiful up close. Long lashes frame his loving stare as his mouth tugs into a smile, taking yours right with it.ย 
โ€œYou touched me.โ€ You say in awe as Jamesโ€™s eyebrows slightly raise. โ€œYou thought I didnโ€™t notice, but I did.โ€ย 
There is a steak silence as his gaze travels over your face then roams his arms that are still holding you tightly close to him. โ€œShould I not be touching you?โ€ He asks carefully.
You can feel his hands retreating but you pull him right in before theyโ€™re gone. โ€œI was just wondering when you would.โ€ You snuggle back into his shirt and his hands cradle your head to him. โ€œIs it embarrassing to say Iโ€™ve wanted you to do it for a while now?โ€
โ€œNot embarrassing at all.โ€ His chest rumbles with a chuckle. โ€œIโ€™ve wanted to do it even before then. I just didnโ€™t know if I could.โ€ The last part is a mere whisper that dissipates in your hair when his mouth presses to it in a feather light brush.ย 
A rush of warmth floods through you, filling every corner of your being with a sense of belonging you've never known before. Time seems to stand still, the world falling away until there is nothing left but the two of you, entwined in each other's arms.
"You've wanted to touch me?" you murmur, the words slipping out before you can stop them, a confession born of the unspoken longing that has lingered between you for far too long.
James's gaze softens, his fingers trailing gently along the curve of your cheek as he meets your eyes with a look of quiet intensity. "More than you could ever know," he replies. "But I feared the consequences.โ€
โ€œWhat consequences?โ€ James shakes his head as his thumb still lingers on your skin.ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t know.โ€ You reach up to cup his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing against his cheekbones as you search his eyes again. It was stupid of you to assume he didnโ€™t touch you because he didnโ€™t like you. He was probably scared of what would happen if angels ever dared. The look in his deep blues tells you how worried he was. How long he withheld for the sake of dodging the unknown.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s not bad, is it?โ€ You hand travels across his chest, feeling the muscles tense in its wake. โ€œTouching.โ€ย 
James's breath catches in his throat, his heart pounding against his chest as he gazes down at you with a mixture of awe and reverence. And once again, you would love to know what is happening inside his brain.ย 
With a trembling hand, James cups your face in his palm, his touch gentle yet possessive as he leans in to press his forehead to yours. You cant help but feel that there is something keeping him from you, still.ย 
โ€œLet me stay with you tonight, my beloved.โ€ His fingers tighten around your face ever so slightly. โ€œLet me hold you and keep you safe.โ€
โ€œSafe from what?โ€ You ask in a trance as your fingers bury in his hair and you play with the thought of pressing your lips to his. But he has taken so long to hug you. You donโ€™t want him to be overwhelmed.ย 
โ€œAnything.โ€ He whispers back and closes his eyes. A whole new warmth consumes you when his words seep in, blanketing you in cherish and admiration. If this is what being appreciated feels like, you will fight to keep the feeling forever.ย 
โ€œOkay.โ€
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Oh how much the celestials have lied.ย Flying is nothing compared to this.ย 
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As you bustle about the diner, taking orders and refilling coffee mugs with practiced ease, Peggy sits at her usual spot at the counter, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she watches you work.
"Something on your mind, Peggy?" you ask with a smile, setting down a plate of pancakes in front of a hungry customer.
Peggy leans in closer, her voice low and conspiratorial. "I couldn't help but notice that smile of yours, dear," she says with a knowing wink. "It's positively radiant today. Dare I say, it's almost as if you've got a secret?"
You chuckle, feeling a flush of warmth spread across your cheeks at her observation. โ€œHmm, I donโ€™t know,โ€ you reply coyly, unable to suppress the grin that tugs at the corners of your lips as you tab your finger against them. โ€œWhat makes you think Iโ€™d share it with you?โ€
โ€œWell, I am a loyal customer for one...โ€ She pauses as she thinks of another point. โ€œAnd I am old enough to think the secret dies with me." Peggy presses, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
โ€œPlease, you know the entire town.โ€ You laugh and Peggy waves her hand dismissively, though there is a proud smirk on her red lips.ย 
Before she can respond, a voice cuts through the air like a knife, sharp and tinged with bitterness. "What's all this about smiles and secrets?โ€
You turn to see Old Lee leaning against the counter with a grim expression. His worn-down straw hat flops over his eyes, making him look even more grumpy than usual.
"It's nothing, Stan," you reply, trying to defuse the tension with a forced smile. "Just some friendly banter."
Old Leeโ€™s eyes narrow slightly. "Friendly banter, huh? You're squawking like a bunch of chickens in a henhouse."
Peggy rolls her eyes, clearly unimpressed by Stan's attitude. "Oh, hush up, Stan," she scolds, waving a dismissive hand in his direction. "Can't you see we're having a moment here? This is girl talk. Go and drink your tea like the grumpy old man you are.โ€
Old Lee shakes his head in response but wisely chooses to turn back to his drink. โ€œWe all know how the last time she came in here with a smile that big turned out.โ€ Old Lee grumbles searching your eyes once more. โ€œThe frogs're telling me weโ€™ll have another rain cominโ€™ soon. You better be careful, sweetheart.โ€
You share a conspiratorial look with Peggy, either of you not sure wether to believe him or not. Stan is not one for sappy love stories, but he certainly hits the nail on the head with his predictions every time. His bold hint towards the last big death this town suffered glides off his tongue like a Sunday prayer and it ripples down your spine in ice-cold peaks.ย 
โ€œThat is in the past. Right now, I really am hoping we are talking about the charming gentleman I talked to the other week. He certainly is a sight for sore eyes.โ€ Peggyโ€™s eyes sparkle as Old Lee huffs into his cup.
She winks back at you and the smile returns to your lips, along with the giddy feeling you get when James is called into your mind. But before you can respond, the diner door swings open, signaling the arrival of another customer and putting an end to your conversationโ€”for now, at least.
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A noise calls from the back of your house right before the sun starts its journey in the sky. You donโ€™t wake as James tries to stir carefully with his arms still holding you tightly. He was not sleeping - he doesnโ€™t need sleep, but he still feels groggy from the warm and comforting night being ripped away with the sound.ย 
It piques another time and now, James is sure, someone is trying to get inside. Within minutes he is out of bed, checking the window and then closing the door to your bedroom on his way to the back.ย 
He is ready to protect you at all costs, eager to show you how much you mean to him, but when he sees a touch of white beyond the window and hears the familiar rustling of feathers that accompany it, it only takes him a second to realize who has come to intrude your peace.ย 
Two men - angels - just as tall has James litter the kitchen once he opens the door and pulls them inside with both hands. Samuel, the one standing a little to the side, brushes his clothes off once he comes to a stand again, watching James with amusement and curiosity. โ€œI see you havenโ€™t changed much, James. A simple โ€˜helloโ€™ would have been just fine.โ€ He crosses his arms before his chest, his wings shaking the dowry rain from their feathers and right onto your kitchen floor.ย 
โ€œWhy are you here?โ€ His eyes search those of Steven - a friend of his but also an angel ranking higher than James ever will.
โ€œYou know why weโ€™re here.โ€ He steps closer once he has composed himself again. โ€œYou are testing the heavens.โ€ย 
James huffs, feeling the anger rise inside him. If anything, heaven was testing him. So he goes on to ignore the blonde angel before him, willing his heart to calm at all the frustration accumulating at once. โ€œDid you know it was a lie?โ€ James starts instead. His voice is strained when he thinks of all the times he refrained from touching you just to keep you safe. โ€œJust a way to keep us from initiating contact?โ€ย 
Steven doesnโ€™t say anything and Samuelโ€™s stare meets that of James again. Steven shows little remorse, the pride on display now more than usual. The supposed betrayal James has caused is nothing to the sting boring into his soul by the very man standing in font of him. Steven is cold, distant - when he should be a friend.
โ€œI should have known.โ€ James shakes his head. โ€œYour duties have always placed higher than your friendships.โ€
โ€œThat is because duties are the most valuable virtue God can give.โ€ Steven finally says and his jaw ticks angrily.ย 
James could never imagine being more loyal to a system placing as many restrains as heaven does. Not when he knows how good the real world can feel. How precious it is to smell flowers and hold the one you love in your arms well into the night.ย 
โ€œYou came here with a mission, James. And since your fall, you have done nothing but frolic throughout this place with your very own human.โ€ Samuel is eerily still behind the broad blonde spitting one accusation after the other. But James decides not to comment on it just yet.ย 
โ€œIt is far more than that,โ€ he rasps feeling the protectiveness flood his body.ย 
โ€œWe know. That is why you are here in the first place.โ€ย 
โ€œWhat am I supposed to do, Steven?โ€ James tries to keep his voice low, but his frustration is too great. Steven should be the one to understand better than anyone else. But he seems to have locked that part of him far away right now. โ€œHow can I amend a sin that is irreversible?!โ€
โ€œEvery sin can be amen-โ€œ Steveโ€™s eyebrows raise and Samuelโ€™s eyes flickers from James and focuse behind him. That is when his heart beat picks up again. And as much as he loves you, he wishes with all his being that you are not standing behind him right now.
โ€œPlease, no.โ€ He mutters and turns just to have you approach from the hallway with tired eyes.ย 
โ€œWhat is happening? Who are you?โ€ Your voice sounds sleepy, a hand rubbing over your face before you find yourself by Jamesโ€™s side.
โ€œAngels.โ€ He bites his lips, contemplating for a moment but deciding that you deserve to hear what is happening in your own home. A home he hopes to be part of forever. Besides, with Steven here, there is no ending this conversation without confusing you more. โ€œThey want me to abandon you.โ€ The bitterness is evident in his tone. But he regrets it as soon as he catches the stutter in your heart.
โ€œWhat?โ€ Itโ€™s all you say, but the way you do breaks his collected facade.ย 
โ€œJames-โ€œ
โ€œWhat do I have to loose, Steven?โ€ his arms open wide. "They already cast me out. They took my freedom, they took it all.โ€ His wings barely shake, just emphasizing his statement.ย 
Steve steps closer, causing you to slightly shove yourself behind James, his arm reaching around you, just not touching yet. โ€But there is still a chance to redeem yourself.โ€
โ€œWhat if I donโ€™t want it?โ€ James bites back.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t act rash, James. Think about this.โ€œ
โ€œI have.โ€ Long and hard. Every night he holds you, he has enough time to do so. And he has come to the conclusion that nothing compares to having you this close to him... and only him.
โ€œYou know of the punishment placed for sinners who do not attempt to right their wrongs.โ€ Steven is seething beneath the surface, James can tell. But he tries to stay professional. He can try all he wants. James has already made a decision.ย 
โ€œWhat is he talking about?โ€ Your voice takes him back to your presence. Your hands sneak around his forearm and hand, to which his body responds like a reflex. His fingers squeeze yours, his body seeks the heat of yours. Samuel looks at the interaction curiously, Steven settles for a disapproving taunt.
โ€œI lose my wings. I lose heaven.โ€ James explains to you, watching as your eyes open wider in shock.ย 
โ€œWhat?โ€ There is so much more behind your astound answer. What does this mean for us?
โ€œJames is banished from the heavens temporarily already.โ€ Stevenโ€™s voice drips with authority, making you stiffen beside him. James hates it. And he doesnโ€™t hate much.ย 
โ€œWhy?โ€ Youโ€™re too soft for this, too fragile to take another betrayal so soon. He has just gotten started and he already feels you drifting away. Your eyes are glassy when you turn to Steven. โ€œWhat could have possibly been so bad that you ended up here?โ€ย 
โ€œYou didnโ€™t tell her?โ€ Sam breaks his silence. The surprise is written all over his face just to be replaced by confusion when James utters his name in warning.ย 
โ€œTell me.โ€ It seems as though his eyes switch between everyone in the room, trying to warn them all of what will happen if they take his opportunity of telling you himself.
โ€œJames is not just any angel.โ€
โ€œSteve, stop it.โ€ย 
โ€œHe is your guardian angel.โ€
It all happens too fast. A look to Samuel tells him there is no ending this. Steven wonโ€™t stop until he has tried his all to have you turn from James.ย 
โ€œAnd he committed the worst sin of them all.โ€ You look shocked and expectant. The grip on Jamesโ€™s hands grows tighter with every syllable leaving Stevenโ€™s mouth. And James is silently cursing the angel in front of him โ€œHe killed a man... for you.โ€ย 
You stumble back and James catches you only to earn a warning glare from Steven and Samuel.ย 
โ€œBrock,โ€ you whisper and it sounds like the single word has taken the entire air out of your system.
Lighting brightens your house over the stifled morning gleam and thunder sounds dangerously in the distance. Youโ€™re flinching, though searching Jamesโ€™s eyes as he steadies you back on your feet.ย 
โ€œYou cant do this forever, James.โ€
โ€œAnd what if I try?โ€ He turns fully. โ€œWhat if I would rather get myself killed than come back to heaven?โ€
โ€œHe wouldnโ€™tโ€ Steve is heaving, but Sam steps forward, Laying a hand on the blondeโ€™s shoulder in an attempt to soothe his rage. โ€œThe soul bond affects her just as it does him.โ€
โ€œWhat does that mean?โ€ Itโ€™s barely a screech when you interrupt them again. Turning to James and tugging at his shirt, you convey the frustration of being kept in the dark through your features. โ€œWhat does it mean, James?โ€
He sighs, shaking his head and then closing his eyes - hoping to escape this conversation. But it is happening. โ€œIt means, if I die... you will die, too. A soul need replace that of a guardian one.โ€
At this point, James questions his sanity. How could he have not realized the twisted ways of the celestial realm sooner? In an attempt to soothe both his aching head and your tired soul, he reaches out to pull you into a hug, but your hands swat his arms away.
James recoils as if struck, the sting of rejection shattering his heart into thousands of pieces
โ€œYou might think it wise to revisit what we offered you, James.โ€
The words hang in the air like a dark omen when Steven and Samuel disappear. With a heavy heart, James turns away from you, unable to bear the weight of your disappointment any longer.
As you walk away, James is torn between the desire to comfort you and the fear of causing you further pain. But when he reaches out to touch you, once more, your tears are a silent testament to the rift that now lies between you.ย 
"I... I'm sorry," he stammers, his voice choked with emotion. Itโ€™s a desperate attempt to fix this, even if he does not know how.
โ€œGo, James. Please. I need time to understand all this-โ€
โ€œI can help you.โ€
โ€œ-alone. I want to be alone.โ€ You swallow hard. โ€œLeave, please.โ€ Your tears finally spill and James despises that he is at fault of them.
โ€œGo.โ€
Feeling more abandoned than ever, James leaves you to your grief, the weight of his actions weighing heavily on his soul. In that moment, he realizes that the price of his newfound freedom may be greater than he ever imagined, leaving him trapped in a prison of his own making, forever haunted by the memory of the one he could never save.
He knows there are not many ways to fix this. But he is determined to find the one that will.
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He doesnโ€™t remember earth to be quite this cold.ย 
Find me when you have made the right choice. The words keep ringing in his head.ย 
A little warmth would feel nice now.
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You were angry when you told James to leave. Angry, and hurt, and confused, and shocked, and fucking tired of it all.ย 
But now that he is gone, an unfamiliar emptiness has taken its place where your tingles used to be. Everything makes so much sense now. The weirdly familiar feeling. The sense of security around him - a total stranger at the time, who obviously possessed more strength than you could ever imagine. The instant pull from his heart to yours.ย 
The quiet of your house seems to close in on you. The walls feel tighter, the rooms emptier. Every corner holds a memory of James, a reminder of the presence that had once filled your life with warmth and mystery. His laugh echoing in the hallway, his silhouette framed in the morning light through the kitchen window, the way he seemed to know when you needed comfort before you even realized it yourself.
You sit at the table, staring at your untouched cup of coffee, replaying moments in your mind. The time he effortlessly carried your groceries when you insisted you could manage alone. The nights he stayed up with you, talking about everything and nothing, his voice soothing and familiar. The way he looked at you, as if you were the center of his universe.
The days seem endless without him. Simple tasks feel monumental in the absence of his reassuring presence. You find yourself hesitating before making decisions, second-guessing your choices, yearning for the silent support he always provided. The realization hits you: you had built your life around him, around the safety and stability he brought, even without knowing the full truth of who he was.
You cannot deny that a big part of you misses him despite all the lies he told you. Well, not lies entirely. You know he has always been truthful to you ...he just never told the whole truth until he was forced to.
And even though the other two angels who visited made him reveal his secrets to you, you feel like there is so much more to discover still.ย 
Your hand settles over your heart, trying to pull the constant racing around James back into existence. But it beats in profound silence, acting as though nothing has happened, when - in fact - everything has changed. James came into your life and unapologetically took your heart away. You donโ€™t want it back. You want him back. Heart or not, your souls are connected. And now that he is gone, you know what you have truly been missing all this time.ย 
With a sigh, you rise form your chair and grab your keys, determined to find a way to help James out of the trouble he has caused because of you. A shiver runs down your spine at the memories of it all. Jamesโ€™s sin had good intentions, you know this much. But two people died at the time of it - though only one deserves your mourning.ย 
You pull your door closed and make your way to town hall. The entire left wing of the building is dedicated to the library and you are destined to find out more about the man who crashed into your life and took your heart away... and then disappeared.ย 
The library is quiet, the soft rustling of pages and the occasional whisper the only sounds that break the stillness. You approach the counter, where a librarian is meticulously organizing a stack of book. She looks up as you approach, her kind eyes lighting up with curiosity.ย 
โ€œHello, dear,โ€ she says warmly. How can I help you today?โ€
You hesitate for a moment but then you decide to just start at the beginning. โ€œIโ€™m looking for some texts about angels,โ€ you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper. โ€œMore specifically fallen angels... and the consequences of disobeying.โ€
The librarian raises an eyebrow and a look close to amusement and happiness reaches over her face. โ€œThatโ€™s a rather specific topic,โ€ she muses and your brow begins to sweat. Maybe this was a stupid idea. The woman is still eyeing you with a smolder, but then, as if you pushed a button, she shrugges and begins to type away on her computer. โ€œGood thing itโ€™s my job to get you exactly what you need.โ€
She nods slowly after a little while. โ€œWe do have some old texts and legends about angels. Let me show you.โ€ With that, she lifts her body out of the office chair behind the desk and leads you to the far end of the library. Itโ€™s a quiet corner where the oldest books are kept. She pulls an ancient-looking leather-bound volume from a high shelf. For the place it has been kept, it is surprisingly dust-free.ย 
With a smile, she hands it to you and then wishes you โ€˜happy huntingโ€™.
The book is heavy in your hands. The front is embossed in golden letters. Your fingers trace over it, feeling every ridge and dip. โ€˜Legends of the Divine and Fallenโ€™, the title reads.ย 
When you flip through the pages, the bookโ€™s well-worn smell engulfs you and something inside you shifts. You brother loved old books. The one in your hand brings you right back to when you were kids. Pietro had a whole wall of shelves filled with his favorite stories. And more so than often, you snuck inside when he was out with his friends, grabbing one whose cover intrigued you the most and then getting lost in the pages until he came back and read it to you.ย 
He sparked your interest in reading - made you the bookworm you are today. And finally, probably caused you to jump into this adventure with James in hopes of finally living inside on of your fantasy worlds.ย 
You eyes get caught by a story in the book, your thumbs halting and fully opening the page as intrigue tingles in your entire body with every word you read.ย 
The Tale of Buchariel: The Curious Angel
In the celestial realms, where light and harmony prevail, there existed an angel named Buchariel. Renowned for his loyalty and dedication, Buchariel was also marked by an insatiable curiosity. His yearning to understand the world beyond the heavenly gates set him apart from his brethren, who were content to serve without question.
One fateful day, driven by an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, Buchariel descended to the mortal realm without divine permission. His eyes beheld the beauty and chaos of humanity, the joys and sorrows that defined their existence. It was in this realm, teeming with life and temptation, that Buchariel's fate took a dark turn.
As Buchariel wandered the earth, a demon of cunning and allure took notice of the angel's presence. This demon, skilled in the art of seduction, approached Buchariel with promises of forbidden knowledge and experiences that no celestial being had ever known. Blinded by his curiosity, Buchariel succumbed to the demon's temptations, engaging in acts that defied the sacred laws of the heavens.
Word of Buchariel's fall reached the celestial realm, and the angels were dispatched to retrieve their wayward brother. They arrived in time to save Buchariel from complete corruption, pulling him from the demon's grasp and returning him to the realm of light. However, the consequences of his actions could not be undone.
The celestial court declared Buchariel's punishment. He was stripped of his rank and given an ultimatum: he could return to heaven only if he vowed never to betray the divine will again. God, in His infinite mercy, offered Buchariel a chance at redemption. He was to serve as a guardian angel, watching over humanity and guiding them towards righteousness. In this duty, he could be close to the world, yet stay obedient to heaven.ย 
Buchariel accepted his fate, grateful for the opportunity to make amends. Yet, the legend speaks of the angel's perpetual struggle. Constantly exposed to the allure of the mortal world, Buchariel walked a fine line between duty and desire. His heart, once pure and untainted, now carried the scars of his past transgressions.
Eons passed, and Buchariel's vigilance never wavered, but neither did the temptations. His soul remained in perpetual conflict, torn between his heavenly duty and the memories of earthly sensations. The legend warns that Buchariel's fall could occur once more, for the battle within him is eternal. He is an angel forever on the edge of sin, a guardian who knows the weight of temptation, and a being who understands the cost of free will.
Thus, the tale of Buchariel serves as both a caution and a beacon. It reminds all who hear it of the delicate balance between obedience and desire, and the endless journey towards redemption that even the most divine must undertake.
A chill runs down your spine as you realize the parallels between the legend and James. The delicate balance between obedience and desire - serving and sinning. James did sin again. When he killed the man who ended your brotherโ€™s life.ย 
You sit in silence, the weight of your realization settling over you like a shroud. Itโ€™s clear that Jameโ€™s story resembles that of Buchariel in too many ways to be a coincidence. He was weirdly comfortable on earth, now that you think about it. For Christ's sake he even told you he had met God โ€˜under rather unfortunate circumstancesโ€™. If what the legend says is true, unfortunate is the understatement of the century. Now you cant help but wonder what price he might pay for his defiance.
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The diner hums with its usual activity, the clatter of dishes and the murmur of conversations fill the air. You move mechanically from table to table, refilling coffee cups and taking orders, but your mind is elsewhere, clouded with thoughts of James and the emptiness his absence has left behind.
Peggy, sitting at her usual spot at the counter, watches you with concern etched on her face. She waits until you pass by her with the coffee pot before speaking up.
"What's happened to that smile of yours, dear?" Peggy asks, her voice soft and maternal. "You used to light up this place."
You force a smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. "Just tired, Peggy. You know how it is."
Peggy's eyes narrow, not buying your excuse for a second. "Tired, my foot. Something's bothering you. You can talk to me, you know."
Before you can respond, Scott chimes in with a smirk. "At least now I know youโ€™re back to normal," he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Thought you were gonna float away with all that grinning you were doing."
You shoot Scott a glare, feeling a mix of irritation and sadness. "Thanks, Scott. Really helpful."
โ€œAlways at your serviceโ€ He tips his nonexistent hat, almost bringing a chuckle up within you. In his own way, he never faisl to cheer you up a little.
Peggy waves a dismissive hand at Scott and turns her full attention back to you. "Don't mind him, honey.โ€ She leans in closer, her expression softening. "But seriously, what's going on? I haven't seen you this down in a while."
You sigh, the weight of your emotions pressing down on you. "It's complicated, Peggy. Someone important to me... well, they're not around anymore. And it's just... hard."
Peggy reaches out and pats your hand gently. โ€œWe all miss Pietro, dear. Losing someone is never easy... especially after all youโ€™ve been through.โ€
You nod, grateful for her kindness, but the ache in your chest remains. You can't bring yourself to tell her itโ€™s not your brother you are mourning at this time. "I appreciate that."
The hustle and bustle of the diner continues around you, but for a brief moment, you feel a small measure of comfort in Peggy's concern.
As you turn to refill another customer's coffee, Peggy's words linger in your mind. Maybe opening up a bit more wouldn't be such a bad idea. Maybe, just maybe, sharing the burden could help ease the pain of James's absence, even if only a little. But who should you talk to? The only person you were every really close with is gone...
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Yet another day passes in which you worry yourself tired. The house feels emptier than ever, the silence pressing in on you as you move through the rooms like a ghost. You try to distract yourself with chores and routines, but your thoughts always circle back to James. Wondering if heโ€™s safe or thinking about you.
You sink into the worn armchair by the window, your favorite spot to watch the world outside. But tonight, the familiar view brings no comfort. The sky is a dark canvas, the stars hidden behind thick clouds. You hug your knees to your chest, feeling the loneliness wrap around you like a suffocating blanket as Old Leeโ€™s words echo in your mind once again.ย 
A quiet sob calls into the empty room - barely audible. And then the tears start falling down your face in constant streams. The memory of his touch, his warmth, his presence, feels like a distant dream. You close your eyes, trying to recall the feeling of James's arms around you, the sound of his heartbeat against yours. It's a comfort and a torment all at once.
You havenโ€™t cried like this since Pietro died... No, actually, you did when the message of Brockโ€™s death reached you. But those were tears of relief rather than pain.ย 
A sudden chill sweeps through the room, at the memory of the man who tormented your life in more ways than one. You open your eyes, frowning as you notice that itโ€™s not only the thought of Brock making you feel this way. The air seems to crackle with an otherworldly energy. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, and you feel a strange pull, a familiar yet eerie sensation that makes your heart race.
You stand up slowly, your breath hitching in your throat. The room feels alive with a palpable tension, as if the very fabric of reality is shifting. You turn around, your eyes scanning the dimly lit space.
And then you see him.
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James stands before you, his presence both startling and comforting, he notes as your herts sync again. His eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of relief and sorrow. You look as if you've been through a storm, yet there is a resolute strength in your gaze that anchors him. He probably doesnโ€™t look much better, considering he in fact has been in said storm. But heโ€™d do anything to come back to you.ย 
"James," you breathe, your voice trembling with emotion. "You're here.โ€
He steps forward, closing the distance between you. "Iโ€™m here," he says softly, his voice carrying the weight of all the unspoken words and unshared moments.
You reach out, your hand trembling as it touches his cheek, as if verifying that he is real and not another figment of your imagination. Your skin is cold and the sensation sends a flood of emotions through him.
"Where have you been?" you ask, your voice cracking with the weight of your worry.
โ€œIt is a long story," he replies, his hand covering yours. "But right now, all that matters is that I'm here. With you.โ€
In that moment, the world outside fades away, and all that exists is the space between you and James. The silence is filled with unspoken promises and the electric charge of a reunion long overdue.ย 
When you fall into his arms crying, his knees feel like giving out. He has had a long journey behind him, but he would die before showing you weakness when you need him the most. โ€œI thought I would never see you again!โ€ You cry even harder and James wraps his arms around you with loving pressure.
โ€œIโ€™m here,โ€ he tries to soothe you. His wings come around you once again in search for the calmness that washes over him when he realizes you feel safe.ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t think I can do without you anymore.โ€ Your voice is muffled against his chest but his heart leaps at your confession. Warmth spreads throughout his body as the realization hits that you finally feel close to the emotions he has harbored for you for so long.ย 
James wants to promise you that heโ€™ll never leave again. He wants to tell you that there is nothing worth losing you. Not the most tempting offer to ever exist. He wants to hold you forever, in fact, do more than just hold you and give into the feeling he has only ever heard about from demons and sinners.ย 
But he canโ€™t. Because he knows it would not be true.ย 
His feud with heaven is far from over. And the journey he plans to venture holds great unknown. So, he settles for the one thing he can tell you with certainty.ย 
โ€œI cannot be without you, either, my beloved. There is so much I want to experience with you but the most important of them all is love. I love you, with my entire soul and heart. I cannot deny you this truth any longer. I have done the unspeakable because of it and you deserve to know.โ€
You eyes look up at him widely, a question in them that has waited long enough to be asked. โ€œBrockโ€™s death wasnโ€™t an accident,โ€ you whisper, but your posture remains steady. There is no pain or sorrow in your face. Just pure, plain curiosity.
โ€œThey told me he was mugged and thrown in the river. But it never made sense to me.โ€ You pull a little out of his touch and James lets you even though his entire body screams to keep you close. โ€œThis town is too small to be mugged in. He was killed with a single stab to his heart. A mugger would never be so efficient.โ€
You gleam at him, seemingly waiting for him to confirm. But James stands in your presence with a sense of pride. He does not regret is transgression, not when it meant keeping you safe - which was and still is his greatest aim.ย 
โ€œThe way he was found was too peaceful to be from a robbery, either.โ€ You tell him shaking your head. โ€œHow can you make a murder look so respectful and honest?โ€ย 
โ€œI am sorry if I have upset you, dearest-โ€œ
โ€œYou havenโ€™t. Brock Rumlow was a bad man. It took me a long time to notice, but he was abusing and ill-driven. If anything, I am upset I couldnโ€™t thank you sooner that he is gone.โ€
โ€œI had played with the though of removing him from the face of the earth for quite some time,โ€ James confesses, feeling all the secretโ€™s weight rolling off him like avalanches. โ€œFrom the moment he first screamed at you... to the time he laid his hands on you. But I knew you were strong. I was so proud of you for getting up each day and moving on. I would have never acted had he not hurt you in a way even i could feel throught the very bond that ties our souls together. I knew you could handle the hurtful words, even the hurtful touches - that no-one, and especially not you, deserves. Your brother is of similar cunning as myself. But he was brave enough to act while I was fearing the consequences of testing celestial rule once more.โ€ย 
James catches the new tears rushing down your cheeks. But he wont stop telling you. He knows you need to hear it. It hurts him to revisit the memory of watching Pietro die in his quest to secure your freedom. โ€œI was trying to honor you brother as much as ensure your safety when I... killed Brock.โ€ He clears his throat and takes your hands in his. โ€œHe would have continued to hurt every person he encountered. I do not regret what I did.โ€
โ€œOh, James.โ€ Your hands reach up to his face. James bows down to follow the tug you apply to his jaw. โ€œThank you for telling me. I am not angry. And despite what the other angels said, I know you are a good person. I love you, too.โ€ย 
You smile as Jamesโ€™s hands cover yours on his face. Your foreheads are touching and the room around you fades into nothingness. In this moment in time, there are just you and him, and all the new feeling bubbling inside him that he his eager to explore.ย 
Heโ€™s known it for long, but now he is certain than going back to heaven was never an option. Not when you are still here.ย 
โ€œI would love to kiss you right now,โ€ you whisper in the space between you, igniting a heat within James he has never felt before.
โ€œI would like that very much,โ€ he confesses and as soon as the words leave his lips, yours are firmly pressed against his.ย 
The sensation is overwhelming. Your lips are soft and warm, moving against his in a way that sends shivers down his spine. His hands still press yours to his skin, unsure what to do and overwhelmed with the experience opened to him. You gently take them and move then to your waist, then a little lower, making him trace the curve of your body as your tongue slowly slips between his lips. The contact sends a surge of electricity through him, making his heart race.
The kiss is tentative at first, each of you exploring this new and wondrous connection. Your fingers weave into his hair, anchoring yourself to him as if afraid he might vanish with this daring protest against heaven. He can feel the gentle tremor in your touch, the same mixture of awe and desire that he feels within himself.
You pull back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. Your breath mingles with his, cheeks heated and lips swollen. โ€œMove your hands, James,โ€ you whisper, guiding his hands to slide even lower on your body, teaching him how to hold you close, even though he thought he has always done so right. This is different. This is more.
He follows your lead, fingers trembling with the intensity of the moment as they squeeze flesh, eliciting a soft whimper from you that makes Jamesโ€™s insides stir. Or maybe it is not his insides after all, he notices when his pants feel tighter all of a sudden.ย 
Each brush of your lips against his, each caress, speaks of the longing and love that has been building between you for so long. James deepens the kiss, more confident now, feeling the warmth of your body against his, and itโ€™s as if the world outside has ceased to exist.
Your thumb brushes over his cheek, and you smile, voice breathless. โ€œYouโ€™re doing great.โ€
The kiss becomes more fervent, your guidance helping James navigate this new territory. He feels like heโ€™s pouring all his love and devotion into this one act, wanting to convey everything heโ€™s never been able to say. His wings reach round you tentatively, leaving enough air for you to breathe. He wantโ€™s to be wrapped up in you more - he cannot explain it.
James pulls back slightly, his breath coming in shallow gasps. โ€œThis... this is incredible,โ€ he murmurs in a voice husky with wonder. โ€œIโ€™ve never felt anything like this before.โ€
You smile, eyes sparkling. โ€œNeither have I.โ€
Your lips find each other again, more urgent this time, as if youโ€™re making up for lost time - at least James is. The demon who lured him down the first time failed to mention this part of humanity to him.
โ€œI want to show you more,โ€ you finally whisper against his skin and at this point, James is willing to walk the sun if you asked him to.ย 
โ€œEverything,โ€ he rasps, his lips touching you with every syllable. He cannot get enough of your taste. โ€œShow it all to me, my love.โ€
โ€œI want to start with taking off our clothes.โ€ You kiss him again, making Jameโ€™s pants feel even tighter. He knows about sex and he knows it is what you are hinting at. But he has never experienced it. It is no use to angels, since they cannot impregnate another. In heaven, it is rarely talked about - and if it is, one is warned about it.ย 
Right now, James does not care why. He is eager to experience as much as there is on earth with you and then some. So, he lets you guide his hands over your shoulders, shrugging your cardigan off your body and letting his fingers glide beneath the thin straps adorning your shoulders now.ย 
His hands are so big compared to yours. He marvels in the fact of how much stronger he is, making him able to protect you that much better.ย 
James has no difficulty guiding the clothes from your body. Nakedness is something barely acknowledged where he comes from. But today... something about it feels different. This situation feels so much more intimate than it usually does. And he notices, when you kneel down to pull his pants down, his cock stands proud from his body, bigger than usual, and hard and- โ€œOh!โ€ sensitive, he notes when your lips kiss his hip, your face slightly grazing his member in the action.ย 
With your head next to it, it looks disproportionately huge, but you donโ€™t seem to mind.ย 
โ€œThis... I have never done this before.โ€ Jamesโ€™s hands guide you back up to him. He is certain his cheeks are glowing red by now. He feels hot and bothered, yet so yearning for more of the teasing your face provided for mere seconds before.ย 
โ€œAre you okay with continuing?โ€ Your eyes find his again.ย 
โ€œYes.โ€
โ€œOkay, good.โ€ And when he nods, you take his hand and lead him down the hall to your bedroom.ย 
He has missed this place, missed holding you for the time he went away, but he can't tell you where he has been just yet. Not now, anyway. Right now, he wants to experience whatever you are willing to show him.ย 
You walk around him, touching him all over, watching him react and making him lean down only to pull back before his lips can get a taste of yours again. Itโ€™s beautiful agony and James is torn between pulling you into his strong grip and letting you wind him up until his balls feel like they are the ones squeezed tightly. They already are...
Eventually, you come to a stop behind him. He jolts when you fingers drive over the top of his wings, only for you to mumble a quick โ€˜sorryโ€™ and coming back around in front of him.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t be sorry. I was just not expecting it.โ€
You stare past him and at the white feathers protruding from his back. โ€œThey are so soft... and pretty.โ€ You find his eyes. โ€œAll of you is pretty.โ€
He reaches for your face, finding pride in the way you nestle into his palm with a smile. โ€œAnd dear, you are the most beautiful being the world has ever seen.โ€
โ€œCan I touch them again?โ€ You whisper only for James to now stare in awe.ย 
He watches as your hands pass his body in slow-motion. They travel past his ribs and reach carefully towards his wings again. This time, he is prepared, though his stomach feels tight with something opposite of worry. More of a physical feeling he can't begin to explain. He closes his eyes and lets your touch travel over them like a prayer. Your path leaves shivers in its wake and James lets his head hang, reveling in the feeling. He opens his eyes and watches his cock twitch whenever the tingles get too much.ย 
He gasps breathlessly when you graze the underside of his wings, making his whole body jump slightly.ย 
โ€œOh, are those sensitive?โ€ You smile in awe, though your expression turns to excitement when he wheezes out his answer.ย 
โ€œVery.โ€
โ€œDo you like it?โ€ย 
Your fingers glide over the same spot again, making his cock leak, feeling like heโ€™s about to explode. โ€œYes!โ€ He grabs the sideboard next to him.
โ€œI want to make you feel good, Jamesโ€ your voice is damp agains this ear and he bites his tongue before bursting.ย 
โ€œYou already do.โ€ย 
โ€œI want to make it even better.โ€
James is not sure he can handle better. Heโ€™s already floating miles above the ground when you touch him in the ways you do. Maybe he has to distract himself to enjoy this some more.ย 
He could think about why heaven would withhold education of how amazing sex can be. That will make him calm a little, posting yet another reason why it was never the place to be for him.ย 
Your hands wrap around his silver wrists as you guide him to the bed, pushing down on his shoulders until he is sat on the mattress, looking up at you with intrigue and awe.ย 
โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m going to ride you, James.โ€ You straddle his lap and his arms immediately reach around you.ย 
โ€œRide ...me? Iโ€™m not a horse.โ€ He states and watches as your smile lights up. But it settles a weary feeling in his stomach. There is a hint of mischief in your glint, and James is not sure he can handle it right now.ย 
โ€œDo you trust me?โ€
โ€œWith my entire soul.โ€
You kiss him and push at his chest. โ€œThe lie back for me.โ€
And so he does, realizing - once again - that anything heaven could offer him pales in comparison to the love he feels for you, a love that knows no bounds or logic and that is reciprocated in your every touch.ย 
James watches as you scoot up his body until you are sat right behind his cock, which has not ceased to soften one bit since you kissed. It reaches all the way to your navel. But before he can take in the sight and calculate the size difference between you, you press him against your stomach, pulling another moan from his lunges.ย 
His tip is leaking more and more with every touch you gift him and James starts to worry his body will give out before he can make you feel good.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re so big, so pretty.โ€ You stroke him from base to top, letting your thumb press into the underside of his cock and send shiver after shiver through Jamesโ€™s body. โ€œI need you inside me.โ€
โ€œI need that to.โ€ His voice is strangled when you lift up and grind his tip through your wet folds, moaning with the friction he can only assume is the same for you as it is for him.ย 
In a swift motion, the head of his cock sinks inside you, breaching tight muscle and making him feel dizzy with the new sensation. Your head falls back with a loud breath that makes his abs tighten. This whole time, he feels as though a gust of wind could make him unravel, but something inside him tells James he should hold out - or at least try to.ย 
The raspy sounds escaping his throat cant seem to stop when you slowly work yourself all the way down his shaft. And the high-pitched scream you set free when his tip reaches another barrier within you makes him twitch and leak even more.ย 
โ€œAre you alright?โ€ He asks through sweaty brows.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m amazing.โ€ You smile and lift yourself up only to sink back down into his lap. Your movements become steady, and when he finally gets over the way your mouth hangs slack, the rhythm you set builds even more pressure inside him.ย 
The room is filled with messy sounds of skin and sweat and moans and heavy breaths. You sink down on him again and again until James feels like he is on fire. But you donโ€™t relent. Your pace never falters when you fall back and your hands grip his thighs, digging into his muscles until his toes curl.ย 
Itโ€™s too much at once and not enough at the same time. James feels as though there is a cliff he could fall over every second now, but heโ€™s too scared to loose the sensations he is experiencing right now to let his body do so.ย 
โ€œTouch me,โ€ you suddenly say, taking his hands which have fisted inside your duvet until now and placing them on the soft flesh of your breasts. Only now, your nipples are hardened when you guide his fingers over them. โ€œLike this.โ€ Youโ€™re somehow fare gone and right there with him. But he does as he his told again, flicking his thumb over the pebbled flesh until your moans grow higher and higher. โ€œAh, Yes!โ€
Itโ€™s doing something to him, he his twitching every time your pussy squeezes him in tandem with his thumb on your nipples. His body is moving without the permission of his mind when he suddenly thrusts up. And then again. And again. Until you are mewling and crying on top of him, your fingernails digging into his legs painfully hard.ย 
James immediately drops his hands only to watch you stare at him with wide eyes.ย 
โ€œWhatโ€™s the matter. Why did you stop?โ€
He bites his lips in shame when he realizes he misses your constant movement on his cock. โ€œAm I hurting you?โ€
You eyes possibly widen further. Leaning forward and capturing his cheeks with both lips and hands, you shake your head after you pull away. โ€œNo! No, its a good thing, love. You feel so good. You...โ€ Your expression changes to a rather shy one. โ€œYouโ€™re just very big. You should be proud.โ€
Something inside James clicks as you confess with another kiss to his lips. A smirk spreads beneath them when he curiously thrusts up inside you and experiences your hot breath gains his face.ย 
In a second, his hands grab onto your hips, his body turns and flips the pair of you until your back hits the mattress as gently as he can offer in his compromised position.ย 
A last look of reassurance when your eyes lock with his set off the urges he has suppressed so far. His hips snap forward over and over again, your pussy tightening more around him with every push. Your hands are fist into the covers, head thrown back and mouth open. There is no more sound coming from you at this point. And James understands why. He is as overwhelmed with the feeling as you look. When you grow even tighter, gripping this cock until he cannot move anymore, white pleasure as hot as hellfire rushes through his body, kissing his nerves from head to toe. He feels his balls empty as he paints your inside with his spent, only being able to lazily rut into you after a minute to seize every last drop of pleasure this moment has to offer.ย 
Then he falls forward as if a higher force has taken all the strength from his body, though careful not to hurt you when his weight settles on top of you.ย 
โ€œWhat-โ€œ he needs to catch his breath first. โ€œWhat was that?โ€
โ€œThat,โ€ you open your eyes, chest having with every deep breath, โ€œwas an orgasm.โ€ Your hands brush through his hair and James finds himself purring at the touch. โ€œAnd it was the best one Iโ€™ve ever had.โ€ย 
You kiss him and chuckle when he looks at you questioningly. โ€œI guess you could say it was outer-worldly... or even heavenly.โ€ย 
James rolls his eyes but canโ€™t stop the laugh from slipping his lunges. He pulls back and watches as his softened cock leaves your pussy, only to be followed by your mixed arousal dripping out of you.ย 
Trance-like, his hand moves to collect the fluid and begins to smear it over your petals, up into the soft tuft above it. He knows angels cannot impregnate other beings, but he is fascinated by the scene in front of him. Itโ€™s like a little testimony when he marks you all around the best place he has ever experienced, wordlessly rubbing and enjoying the whimpering sounds you make when he flicks over a particular spot.ย 
โ€œIs this sensitive?โ€ He teases with a smirk only to be met with a playful smack on his arm.ย 
โ€œVery.โ€ you say. โ€œBut I am entirely satisfied as of right now.โ€
James sighs and falls into the sheets beside you. โ€œMe too.โ€ He nuzzles into your neck and pulls you closer to his body. He does not care that you are sticky with sweat or that neither of you are cleaned up. He just needs to hold you now that reality has taken its place back around him again.ย 
โ€œSo, you have been watching over me for - what? All my life?โ€
James hides the chuckle bubbling up his throat at your sudden question. He still has his eyes closed, taking in the feeling of your nails lightly scratching up and down his forearms. It makes him tingly.ย 
โ€œAll your life, yes.โ€
โ€œAnd have you ever meddled with other things that were supposed to happen to me?โ€
โ€œDo you remember the year in which you kept finding pineapples in arbitrary places?โ€
Itโ€™s silent for a moment, but your movements donโ€™t falter. โ€œI always thought that was a weird coincidence.โ€
James smiles into the crook of your neck. โ€œConsider it my way of adding a little excitement to your life. And maybe a small attempt to make you notice me.โ€
You push yourself up slightly and rest on your elbows as you look at James. โ€œI like you like this.โ€ You smile.
โ€œLike what?โ€ Heโ€™s smiling as well.โ€
โ€œLess angel, more...โ€ Your hand comes up to gesture at nothing in particular. โ€œ...deviant.โ€
The smile on Jamesโ€™s face turns into a proud grin before he leans up to kiss you tenderly, savoring the moment and pushing away the thought that has been gnawing on him ever since he came back.ย 
He holds you until you fall asleep, purposefully missing the opportunity to tell you what he has gotten himself into while he was away.
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James stands in the garden, the sky overcast and heavy with the promise of rain. Heโ€™s out here to retrieve a bouquet of your favorite flowers, smiling like a fool because he finally has what he always wished for. All his mishaps and seem worth it when he holds you in his arms at night.ย 
The flowers are vibrant and alive, and he bends to pick them with a sense of purpose, each blossom a token of his affection. Even as the first raindrops start to fall, his joy is undiminished. The rain doesnโ€™t bother him; itโ€™s a minor inconvenience compared to the happiness heโ€™s found with you.ย 
As he moves through the garden, he thinks of the moments youโ€™ve sharedโ€”the way your eyes light up when you see him, the warmth of your touch, the sound of your laughter, the way you writhe beneath him in she sheets. For the first time in his existence, he feels complete.ย 
James clutches the bouquet and heads back toward the house, eager to see the surprise on your face when he presents you with the flowers.
But before he can pass the threshold, an eery feeling spreads though is soul, a shadow falls over him but vanishes just as soon. He scans the yard, his sight nestling through the trees at the very edge of it and then suddenly halting when he sees Wanda leaning against one at the very far corner of your property. Her presence is like a dark cloud on the horizon, a stark contrast to the bright joy he feels. Her red eyes glint with a knowing look, and her lips curl into a smirk that sends a chill down his spine.
โ€œAre you not coming inside, James? The weather will only get worse.โ€ You shout through the house only to appear behind him to inspect what is keeping him outside.ย 
But Jamesโ€™s stare is fixated on the demon in your yard, his protective instincts setting in immediately, scanning his surroundings while keeping a close eye on Wanda.ย 
โ€œWhat is going on?โ€ You ask and reach your arms around him from the side. He can sense youโ€™re eyeing him but he knows you see what he is seeing when your entire body grows rigid beside him.ย 
โ€œWho is that?โ€ you whisper into Jamesโ€™s shoulder as you step even closer to him, your voice barely audible over the increasing patter of rain. He squeezes you a little tighter, trying to shield you from the inevitable storm brewing. A quick look at your state tells him he should have send you inside. But It is too late for that now.ย 
When his head turns back into the direction of the demon, it is no longer in its prior place. Instead, Wanda has moved across the garden with impeccable speed, looking up at the pair of you a few feet alway from the step leading to your porch.ย 
โ€œYou promised me time to explore the likes of this life.โ€ His voice is low and intimidating, though he knows its futile in the face of a demon. They are scared of very little.ย 
โ€œAnd explored you have,โ€ her red hair falls over her shoulder when her head ticks to the side. โ€œTell me, Bucharius, is it worth the cost?โ€
The demon knows of the leverage it has on him. James was sure he would follow through with his request from the start. But he forgot, or maybe just hoped, the devilโ€™s spawn would gift him more time until he had to go and seal the contract.ย 
โ€œYou know it is,โ€ he pushes though clenched teeth, hating how your fingers clamp around his arm already.ย 
โ€œActually, I donโ€™t. But I would be an idiot to refuse an offer such as yours.โ€ Wanda clasps her long fingers together and grins with evil. โ€œOh, I will have so much fun with your soul once the time comes.โ€
The angel closes his eyes tightly, hating the way the demon pressures him to leave so soon. But it is for the greater good, for him at least. He needโ€™s to be selfish for once - to be able to spend a lifetime providing whatever you desire.ย 
โ€œJust give me a moment, Wanda,โ€ James says, his voice steady despite the chaos inside his head. He knows his flicker of happiness is about to be shattered, but he wants to hold onto it for just a little longer.
โ€œWhat is happening? What does she want?โ€ There are tears brimming in your eyes and James decides he has seen them far too many times to be a good guardian to you. It just secures his decision to do what Wanda came to collect him for.ย 
James presses his lips to the crown of your head before gently tilting it upward with his fingers. His gaze is steady, exuding a confidence while you desperately cling to him in your confusion.
โ€œIโ€™m not sure I can handle all this newfound angelic drama,โ€ you mutter with unease, and James kisses youโ€”short and sweet, a fleeting moment of peace.
Then he whispers against your lips, โ€œPlease, you handle drama like a queen. Remember that time you dealt with Valentina from accounting?โ€ His attempt at humor brings a small smile to your face, and he momentarily loses himself in the warmth and security it provides.
But the feeling doesnโ€™t last long.
โ€œJames has made a deal with the devil,โ€ Wanda grins, her red eyes flashing with malevolent glee.
Her words send shivers over your body, James feels the ripples pass beneath his fingertips. You pull away from your guardian angel, whose troubles have now escalated to an unthinkable level.ย 
โ€œWhat does she mean, James?โ€
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Jamesโ€™s silence is deafening. You pray, you beg, for this to be a terrible joke, but deep down, you know itโ€™s not.
โ€œJames.โ€ Your words are strained, desperate for answers, desperate for reassurance. โ€œWhat is she talking about?โ€
โ€œIt is true,โ€ James finally admits, his eyes free of sorrow but filled with determination. โ€œI have made a deal with Lucifer. My wings for a mortal life. My soul when it leaves my deceased body after spending a lifetime with you.โ€
โ€œWhat?โ€ The word is a whisper, your mind struggling to process the gravity of his confession. Because your cheeks feel salty and stained before you realize what James has just told you. โ€œWhy are you doing this?โ€ you ask through your tears.
โ€œBecause Iโ€™d give up heaven if it meant being with you.โ€ Jamesโ€™s eyes burn into yours, the rain dripping off his wet face deceivingly. His voice is steady, unwavering. โ€œIโ€™d go to hell a thousand times over until my soul burns to ashes if it meant I get to hold you one more time. Youโ€™re everything to me. Everything.โ€
Another wave of shivers slip over your skin with the way he presses the last word. His eyes are fiery, almost desperate. He is trying to make you understand how much better this decision is, but you fail to see how it can. โ€œYou canโ€™t do this. You are destined for more. There are many more to come after me that need protecting and watching over.โ€
โ€œAnd there have been plenty before you, yet none of them have or will ever compare, my love.โ€ He touches your cheek, but you push his hand away. Your heart is already aching when you watch his face fall at the gesture. But you are not made for these types of dilemmas. You are human for fuckโ€™s sake. โ€œI would spend eternity regretting not experiencing life with you. I am tired of watching; I am over feeling the distance between us. Going back to heaven means finding you someone else to love. And I cannot do that. It would destroy me, burn me alive, rip my heart out of my chest.โ€
โ€œJames, think about this.โ€ Now the first angry tear slips from his face and mixes with he rain which has grown heavier. Dark clouds cast over the scene, matching the mood perfectly. Dreary and sad - how poetic.ย 
โ€œI have. For far too long. I will never feel truly fulfilled until I can be what you need me to be: a real, tangible person that grows old with you.โ€
You shake your head, your hair sticking to your skin. โ€œYou have to believe me when I tell you that I exist only for you. My life was dull before you entered it, and it will feel like a black hole when you leave. There is nothingโ€”nothingโ€”I wouldnโ€™t do to be with you.โ€
Never before have words felt more genuine than this. James is hunched forward, his eyes pleading at you from above. A sneaky hand has captured yours and presses it to his chest, where his heart is beating vigorously against your skin.ย 
Resignation laces your voice when you finally answer him. โ€œSo youโ€™re just going to leave now? For how long? What if he tricked you?โ€
You donโ€™t knowย  much about all the rules but one thing is for sure, the devil likes to play and deceive. Just the thought of James walking into a trap makes your stomach churn.ย 
โ€œThen it was worth it.โ€ There is something akin to content and fulfillment in Jameโ€™s stare when his hand squeezes yours and his heartbeat slows. Though yourโ€™s seems to do the opposite.ย 
โ€œNo.โ€ You say breathlessly.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m sorry," he answers, and wraps your fingers around the bouquet in his hands.
โ€œJames.โ€
โ€œI love you.โ€
โ€œJames.โ€
The rain intensifies, pounding the earth as if mirroring the turmoil in your heart. James turns and lets Wanda put him in chains, leading him away. You fall to your knees, crying, the three words you have yet to say hanging on your lips for nobody to hear. Heโ€™s gone. Heโ€™s gone without the knowledge of ever seeing you again.
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And just like that it ends like it began: in tragedyโ€ฆ and rain.
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Maybe you are just not cut out for happiness, you think as you wipe down the counter with a frown. The sun is shining today, almost mocking your bad mood with every chirping of birds outside. Earlier today, you were so angry about the reflection blinding you inside that you shut the blinds completely.ย 
James has been gone for a week now and you already feel like breaking down over what youโ€™ve lost whenever something is mentioned that reminds you of him.ย 
A few days ago, after a really rough night, you swore youโ€™d never let anyone this close to you. Itโ€™s the perfect start for you villain origin story, really. Losing your brother to an abusive ex. Losing said abusive ex thanks to a protective angel. Then falling in love with the angel only for him to go to hell for loving you back.ย 
You heart cannot take another hit. Itโ€™s constantly breaking as you think about the torture and pain James is probably suffering in the pits of hell. There is just no more room for another person, another worry, or anything else, really.ย 
You will just die an old and groggy lady, likely still cleaning this very counter until you cant anymore. The whole town is going to know you as the weird woman with seventy two cats.
You shake at the thought of it, disposing of your towel and grabbings some plates from the counter to clean up some more.
โ€œNew customer is yours, freaking weirdo has been standing outside the window and looking inside like some kind of stalker,โ€ Scott mumbles as he paces by you with his head buried in his phone screen.ย 
You just sigh and throw a used napkin into the trash before loading the dirty plates onto a kitchen tray.ย 
โ€œIโ€™d like a sandwich, please.โ€ A voice sounds from behind you and your entire body goes rigid.
It canโ€™t be. It cant. For days you have been wishing for James to come back, now you are finally becoming crazy.ย 
But your heart picks up its familiar sprint and your entire body tingles with hope. Still, you donโ€™t dare to turn around.ย 
โ€œAre you not going to look at me, dearest?โ€
Your hands tremble as you grip the edge of the counter. What if itโ€™s real? What if itโ€™s not? The uncertainty gnaws at you, each second stretching into an eternity. Youโ€™ve dreamed of this moment, but dreams are fickle things, easily shattered by the harsh light of reality.
โ€œJames...โ€ The name slips out in a whisper, a plea, a hope. Tears sting your eyes, and you squeeze them shut, bracing yourself for the worst.
You take a deep breath and finally turn around. Truly, there he stands in front of you, with a bright and gleaming grin on his lips.ย There is one thing you notice immediately: the silver cuffs on his arms are gone. And he looks oddly free without them.
Almost trance-like, you round the counter, your had reaches out to him, touching his jaw, gliding down the length of his neck until your fingertips disappear into the soft curls in the back of it.ย 
โ€œIs it really you?โ€ You whisper in awe as you start to drown in the familiar blue of his eyes. And when James covers your hand with his, squeezing his reassuring sequence to your bones, you know. Itโ€™s real.ย 
โ€œIn the ...flesh.โ€ he frowns but then smiles widely.ย 
โ€œWhat happened when you were gone?โ€ Your curiosity gets the better of you, but James just shakes his head and then turns his face to kiss the inside of your wrist.ย 
โ€œNot here, love. Take me home... if youโ€™ll have me. Take me back. I promise no more secrets from now on.โ€
You just nod vigorously, finally pulling James into your embrace. The worry raging inside you fades into insignificance, eclipsed by the certainty that in this moment, youโ€™ve regained something intently more powerful - a bond that defies explanation, but feels undeniably perfect.ย 
โ€œI will always choose you over anything else, James.โ€ You nuzzle into his chest as you ravel in the warmth of his body and the security of his touch. His heart is singing the same song as yours and his head hangs low atop yours, pressing meaningful kisses to your hairline between every stroke of his hand on your back.ย 
The diner around you might as well not exist. All that matters is this connection between you - the bond that defies the boundaries of heaven and earth.ย 
โ€œBut tell me one thing,โ€ you whisper into his shirt and James moves to better hear your low voice.ย 
โ€œI will tell you anything,โ€ he presses into another kiss on your face, still holding you close.ย 
โ€œAre you... did the-โ€œ youโ€™re not sure how to assemble the questions inside your mind without being bold. But James seems to know exactly what it is you want to say.ย 
He takes both his hands from around you and guides your face to his until his warm lips press a meaningful kiss to yours. โ€œYes,โ€ he murmurs softly, yet steadily, conveying just enough seriousness to let you know how important and truthful his answer is. โ€œI did what I promised. I am yours until the end of my life, and even beyond, my soul will be seeking yours for eternity. But until then, we will grow old together and finally be what we were meant to.โ€
His lips latch onto yours a second time and as the kiss deepens, a sense of completeness washes over you. In Jamesโ€™s arms, you find the solace and passion you have been yearning for, a promise of love that transcends all else.ย 
โ€œI canโ€™t begin to tell you how much it means to me.โ€ You smile back between kisses.
James pulls you even closer, his voice a gentle murmur against your lips. โ€œWe have a lifetime to show each other.โ€
And in that moment, surrounded by the echoes of a bustling diner and the warmth of his embrace, you know that no matter the trials ahead, this love will endure, defying all boundaries and transcending every limit.ย 
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Because at last, thereโ€™s noting more freeing than falling itself.
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14dayswithyou ยท 8 months ago
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This Angel has another question! \o
What's it like taking a bath with RENACTED?
โœฆใ‚œANSWERED: Hell on earth T_T he takes up soooo much room and won't give you a moment to yourself dshjgjds /silly
cw: It gets NSFW towards the end!! MDNI!
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"Think we need more bubbles?"
When you're met with nothing but silence, you look up from your bubble sculpture to see your partner sporting an all too familiar pout on their face. His tattooed arms were crossed over his bare chest like he wanted to prove a point โ€” and as if to fully emphasize their current disdain; Ren turns his head away the moment you make eye contact.
You couldn't help but let out a puff of laughter at the silliness of it all.
"Why are you pouting?" You nudge their leg with your own. "What's wrong?"
"...Why are you all th'way over there?"
'Over there', being on the opposite side of the tub from your beloved boyfriend. Which... didn't make much sense now that you thought about it, seeing as he was the one who (silently) volunteered to take the side with the faucet and drain, which left you with all the space and legroom your heart could desire. Though... it wasn't much, given how massive of a mountain your partner was. Ren was all long, lanky limbs and thick muscle; but it wasn't exactly evident with all the baggy clothing they often chose to wear.
In an attempt to make your beloved hacker feel better about the (albeit childish) situation, you carefully scoot over so that you were resting against one of their legs instead of the tub. But apparently, Ren still wanted more, as a familiar tattooed arm emerges from the water the moment you draw closer and silently beckons you to join him at his side. When you accept โ€” in what world would you ever say no to him and that trademark frown? โ€” Ren pulls you flush against his chest with a content sigh.
They were acting like the cat who got the cream, no doubt.
You barely have a moment to adjust to your new position before you feel Ren's arms wrap around your waist, and his chin finds its place atop your shoulder. Now, your hacker has the perfect view of you rebuilding your bubble castle once more โ€” only this time, you were right where he wanted you.
"There." Your tone is laced with something mirthful and lively as you lean into his embrace. "Is this better?
"Much."
"Just make sure you don't fall asleep. Elanor told me that it's not safe to do that." You purposefully ignore how their arms tense up at the mention of your coworker. However, you don't miss how they dip further under the water to run along the inside of your thighs instead.
Ren's real name slips from your lips in warning. You knew exactly what he was trying to do right now. Their hands were ghosting dangerously close to yourโ€”
"...'M not doing anything."
"Liar, I can feel youโ€” Ah!"
His fingers casually brush past your most sensitive part, and it has you flinging your head back and clutching onto his forearm. From that reaction alone, you can hear Ren let out a curious hum from behind as their hand moves back to your sex once more.
"Just making sure you're all nice 'n clean down there."
"I-I somehow doubt that..."
"Isn't that the point of baths? T'get clean?" He muses, voice ghosting along the shell of your ear. "...Why were you talking to your coworker about taking baths in the first place, anyway?"
One of the rubber frogs you added ('for ambience!' you recall telling your boyfriend) innocently floats past, and you had half a mind to reach out and turn its gaze away from the intimate scene. Ren still had one hand firmly placed around your stomach to keep you steady while the other was shamelessly running up and down yourโ€”
"...Think I'm gonna need to do a thorough inspection.ย Bend over the tubย f'me?"
#GET YOUR YANDERE!!!!!!!! HE'S GETTING SILLY AGAIN#This was also going to be ''washing blood off of Rendacted in the bath'' but I went against it sjdkgd#๐Ÿ’Œ โ€” answered.#๐Ÿ’– โ€” 14 days with queue.#๐Ÿ’– โ€” about ren.#๐Ÿ”ž โ€” woohoo zone.#๐Ÿ–ค โ€” sai writes.#sleepyue00
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agalychnisspranneusroseus ยท 1 month ago
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Genuinely feeling inspired by Wolf, E. (1982) "Europe and the People Without History" ch. III F.C.E., Mรฉxico 2005, (pp 97-130)
Trying to use my amphibia obsession to help me studying by applying concepts from my textbooks to worldbuinding analysis
#like yes YES of course alliances between the local tax collectors would inevitably crumble through competition#leading to their weakening as a class of course the centralized power would take advantage of that of course the peasantry and the#centralized power would find a common enemy in the local power of course the centralized power would incite infighting amongst different#factions of the local power to strenghten its grip on the land and its workers of course the local power would try to combat that by#strengthening THEIR grip over the land and its workers of course the peasantry would see itself weakened and seek protection#now the question is why WHY doesn't the central power collect taxes by itself WHY does it rely on intermediaries#so what i'm getting is that. in this world. the central power is weaker than it seems and can barely exercise any control over the land#relying entirely on infighting among the local lords to stay afloat#which makes me wonder. why bother taking over the capital at all? why not just#cull the crown's control gradually over the territory#the central power is barely a threat at all#though the local lords would have probably eaten each other alive while doing so eventually#the easy answer of course is#''but monsoon. matt bradley most likely didn't read Wolf E. (1982) โ€œEurope and the People Without Historyโ€ ch. III F.C.E. Mรฉxico 2005''#the correct answer however is. i think the toads are just stupid#and grime and sasha's plan was stupid#honestly if I were them. i would have split them up and send sasha to join another tower and sneakily raise in the ranks#while grime joins some sort of bandit or mercenary group and tries to gather a mercenary army#while sasha earns the loyalty of multiple toads from multiple towers and idk incites some sort of revolutionary feeling like...#actually why don't we keep the taxes for ourselves? actually why don't we start calling the shots from now on? eventually taking over#frog valley with their armies and mostly just defending their position#eventually a civil war breaks out because of course it does. you have a gazillion different factions fighting against each other.#idk guys i just don't think taking the fucking iron throne is a realistic goal :/ like what are you even gonna do with that? you were more#powerful back in that tower.#โ˜๏ธ anyway that's my top tier analysis which i'm 100% definitely not going to regret tomorrow when i start noticing all the inconsistencies#in what i just said. if tumblr thinks i'm smart then hopefully my professor will think so too in 9 days when i have my final exam
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เญจเญง โ€” The Harry Potter boys and their Love Languages ( ห†อˆฬ‘๊’ณห†อˆฬ‘ )เฉญ ; ๐–ฆน + โ™ก
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๊•ค โ€” Characters ; Harry J Potter. Ron Weasley. Fred Weasley. George Weasley. Neville Longbottom. Draco Malfoy. Cedric Diggory.
๊•ค โ€” Discretion ; none!! just fluff and love.
๊•ค โ€” A/n ; eee iโ€™m so sorry for disappearing for a bit โ˜น๏ธ. but i appreciate alll the support u guys have been showing me on all my works!! ily guys!! so hereโ€™s a fun lil treat :3 thank u endlessly ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿป
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เญจเญง โ€” Harry J. Potter & Acts Of Service.
Harry isnโ€™t good with wordsโ€”not the ones that matter, anyway. He stumbles, stammers, gets stuck trying to say how he feels. But when it comes to showing you, thereโ€™s no hesitation. His love is found in the way he waits outside the library to walk you back to the common room, how he memorizes your favorite tea and makes sure thereโ€™s always enough sugar. Itโ€™s the way he notices when youโ€™re too tired to finish an essay and stays up scribbling notes for you even though heโ€™s just as exhausted.
Heโ€™s the boy who gives pieces of himself quietly, always watching, always finding the small gaps in your day where he can slip in and help without you asking. Because thatโ€™s what he needsโ€”to feel like heโ€™s protecting you, even from the smallest inconveniences.
Harry doesnโ€™t say I love you in grand speeches. He says it in the way he fixes your broken quill without telling you, how he gives you the better seat at dinner, how heโ€™d gladly carry your burdens if you let him. To him, love is actionโ€”every unspoken Iโ€™ll take care of this wrapped in the quiet hope that youโ€™ll understand.
เญจเญง โ€” Ron Weasley & Quality Time.
Ron doesnโ€™t need extravagant displays of affection; he just wants you. To be near you, to sit next to you, to share the little pieces of his world that make him who he is. He thrives in your presence, whether itโ€™s laughing over a ridiculous chess match, walking the long way to class just to keep the conversation going, or sitting quietly by the fire while the hours slip by unnoticed.
Time with you is how Ron shows he cares. Itโ€™s in the way he always makes room for youโ€”on the couch, in his day, in his life. Heโ€™ll wait for you after lessons, save you a seat at every meal, and offer you the last Chocolate Frog without hesitation. Heโ€™s happiest when youโ€™re there, no matter what youโ€™re doing, because your company makes everything better.
For Ron, love is in the small, stolen moments. Itโ€™s in the way he notices the things you like, the way he teases you just enough to see you smile. He doesnโ€™t need to say it out loudโ€”not when every minute he spends with you is his way of saying, You matter to me.
เญจเญง โ€” Fred Weasley & Physical Touch.
Fred speaks in touchesโ€”quick, fleeting, and full of mischief. A hand on your shoulder as he sneaks up behind you, a playful nudge of his elbow to make you laugh, the way his arm always ends up slung around your shoulders like it belongs there. Heโ€™s tactile in a way that feels effortless, like he canโ€™t help himself when it comes to you.
But then there are the other touches, the ones that mean more than he ever says out loud. His hand brushing yours under the table, his fingers ghosting over your back when youโ€™re standing close, the way he pulls you into a hug that lasts just a second longer than it should. Heโ€™s all warmth, all ease, all Fred.
With him, touch is a language of its own. Itโ€™s how he shows heโ€™s paying attention, how he steadies you when the world feels too loud, how he reminds you that heโ€™s thereโ€”always, without fail. Heโ€™ll twirl a strand of your hair around his finger while youโ€™re trying to focus, just to see you roll your eyes, but his thumb will stroke gently over your knuckles when youโ€™re quiet, reminding you that he sees more than you think.
Fredโ€™s love is in the way heโ€™s never far, his presence a constant, reassuring hum. Every touch, whether playful or tender, says what he wonโ€™t always put into words: Iโ€™m here. Iโ€™ve got you. Youโ€™re mine.
เญจเญง โ€” George Weasley & Acts Of Service.
George loves quietly, but he loves deeply. His affection isnโ€™t loud or flashyโ€”itโ€™s in the little things, the unnoticed gestures that leave no room for doubt. Heโ€™ll stay up late helping you finish that essay, even though heโ€™s got his own work waiting for him. Heโ€™ll charm the Gryffindor common room fire to burn just a little brighter when youโ€™re cold, or tuck a sweet you love into your bag without a word.
With George, itโ€™s all about thoughtfulness. He pays attentionโ€”really pays attentionโ€”to the things that make you happy. He knows your favorite snack, your favorite quill, the way you like your tea. He notices when youโ€™ve had a rough day before you even say a word, and his first instinct is to fix it. A joke, a small gift, a ridiculous gestureโ€”itโ€™s all his way of saying, Iโ€™m here for you.
But his acts of service arenโ€™t just practicalโ€”theyโ€™re personal. Heโ€™s always finding ways to make your life brighter, softer, more manageable. If youโ€™re overwhelmed, heโ€™ll take something off your plate without you asking. If youโ€™re sad, heโ€™ll make you laugh, even if it means making a fool of himself. And when you ask why he does it, heโ€™ll shrug, his ears pink, and say, โ€œBecause I can.โ€
Georgeโ€™s love is subtle but unwavering. Itโ€™s in every thoughtful detail, every small action, every quiet Iโ€™ll take care of it that he hopes youโ€™ll notice but never expects you to. Itโ€™s the kind of love that doesnโ€™t demand attentionโ€”it just is.
เญจเญง โ€” Neville Longbottom & Words Of Affirmation.
Nevilleโ€™s love is soft, steady, and full of reassurance. Heโ€™s the boy who sees the best in you, even when you canโ€™t see it yourself. His words are careful, heartfelt, and impossibly earnestโ€”heโ€™ll tell you how brilliant you are after every small success, remind you how brave you are when youโ€™re doubting yourself, and whisper how beautiful you look when you catch him staring.
But Nevilleโ€™s words arenโ€™t just sweet; theyโ€™re intentional. He notices the things youโ€™re insecure aboutโ€”the things you try to hideโ€”and makes it his mission to remind you of your worth. When youโ€™re frustrated or overwhelmed, heโ€™s the one who tells you, Itโ€™s okay. Youโ€™ve got this. Youโ€™re stronger than you think. He believes in you wholeheartedly, and heโ€™ll never let you forget it.
His love is in the way he writes you little notes when heโ€™s too shy to say things out loud, the way he always manages to find the perfect compliment at the perfect moment. Nevilleโ€™s words arenโ€™t about flatteryโ€”theyโ€™re about truth. He means every single one.
With Neville, you never have to wonder how he feels. His words wrap around you like a warm hug, a constant reminder that youโ€™re loved, cherished, and seen. To him, every Youโ€™re amazing is another way of saying, Iโ€™m so lucky to have you.
เญจเญง โ€” Draco Malfoy & Gift Giving.
Draco shows his love in the way he givesโ€”not just things, but pieces of himself. His gifts are thoughtful, deliberate, and so carefully chosen that you canโ€™t help but feel how much he pays attention. A rare book he tracked down because you mentioned it once, your favorite sweets neatly wrapped and waiting for you after a hard day, or an heirloom quill with a note that simply says, It reminded me of you.
Itโ€™s never about the price, though he pretends it is. Heโ€™ll roll his eyes and call it no big deal, but the way he watches your reaction gives him away every time. Because it isnโ€™t just a giftโ€”itโ€™s his way of saying, I see you. I notice what makes you happy. I care.
But itโ€™s not all material. Draco gives his time, his attention, his loyalty. Heโ€™s there when you need him, even if he doesnโ€™t know what to say. He shows up with a coffee you didnโ€™t ask for or slips a note into your bag that reads, Donโ€™t forget how brilliant you are. Itโ€™s in the way he lends you his scarf when youโ€™re cold or makes sure your favorite seat by the fire is saved.
Dracoโ€™s love is in the details, the way he always finds the perfect thing to remind you how much you mean to him. He doesnโ€™t say I love you easily, but his gifts? They say it for him. Quietly, fiercely, and completely.
เญจเญง โ€” Cedric Diggory & Physical Touch.
Cedricโ€™s love is quiet, steady, and impossibly warm, and it shows in the way he touches you. Itโ€™s never demanding, always gentleโ€”a hand at the small of your back as you walk through the halls, his fingers brushing yours under the table, or the way his arm wraps around your shoulders without hesitation when youโ€™re cold. With Cedric, touch isnโ€™t just comfort; itโ€™s a promise: Iโ€™m here, Iโ€™ve got you.
Heโ€™s affectionate in ways that feel effortless. Heโ€™ll press a kiss to your temple when no oneโ€™s looking, or pull you into a hug so tight it feels like heโ€™s shielding you from the world. When youโ€™re upset, his thumb traces slow circles over the back of your hand, grounding you. And when words fail, itโ€™s his touch that reassures youโ€”light, familiar, unshakable.
But itโ€™s the little moments that matter most. The way he reaches for you instinctively, his fingers intertwining with yours like they belong there. The way his forehead leans against yours in quiet moments, his breath mingling with yours in a silent exchange of youโ€™re everything to me. Cedric doesnโ€™t just touch you; he anchors you.
To him, love is closeness. Itโ€™s the warmth of his body against yours, the feel of his hand in yours, and the way heโ€™s always, always pulling you closerโ€”because with you, heโ€™s home.
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nullwork ยท 2 years ago
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sitting here wondering how the fuck my parents could add 10 gallons of water to their tank at once as if they haven't had their tank established for over a decade. idiot.
#mine is now finally at a point where i dont stress over it as much bc its established enough to take care of itself & i just check it#but that had me sooo stumped at first & my ex friends would be so evil over it acting so high & mighty#right before they tried to BOIL MY FISH ALIVE? BC THEY WANTED TO BE PETTY TOWARDS ME? whatever#i sit there and look at my little frogs and fish and the world is fine again. i have encased my anger in a little glass box
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James Potter x reader
Summary: James Potter, the devoted and loving father, transforms every moment into magic and love with his enchanted family.
Warnings: none
A/N: anon, hope you like it <333
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โ€ข James loves making you laugh and uses every opportunity to tease you in a cute way. He might steal a kiss in the middle of an argument or tickle you until you beg for mercy. Life with him is always light and fun.
โ€ข He deeply values your partnership. For any important decision, he always checks with you first, making it clear that your opinion is the most important to him.
โ€ข James never misses a chance to steal a kiss. Whether youโ€™re in the middle of a sentence, distracted with a book, or even complaining about something, he simply canโ€™t resist. โ€œYou had that irresistible look, love, I had to do it,โ€ he says with a mischievous smile, as if itโ€™s the most obvious thing in the world.
โ€ข James is such a soft dad that just hearing the kids say โ€œdaddyโ€ for the first time made him emotional. He tells everyone about it โ€” Sirius had lost count of how many times heโ€™d heard the same story. โ€œMy kid said Iโ€™m the best dad in the world yesterday. Iโ€™m not saying itโ€™s true, but Iโ€™m not denying it either,โ€ he jokes with a smile that lights up his entire face.
โ€ข If one of the kids mentions liking something, even if itโ€™s a small detail, James jumps into action. โ€œYou like chocolate frogs? Great, now we have an entire collection.โ€ He fills the shopping cart with anything he thinks the kids will love, only realizing the excess when you laugh while trying to find space in the house to store everything.
โ€ข For James, physical touch is a form of love. He wraps his arm around your waist whenever youโ€™re together, as if he needs to make sure youโ€™re there. When youโ€™re cooking, he leans against the counter just to watch, but never without first running his hands over your shoulders or waist. He pulls you close with the excuse of โ€œneeding to taste somethingโ€ youโ€™re making, but in reality, he just wants you in his arms.
โ€ข He has the habit of complimenting you out of nowhere, especially in public, as if he canโ€™t hold back how he feels. โ€œAre you all seeing this? How did I marry the most beautiful woman in the world?โ€ he jokes with his friends, but his look is completely serious. You might roll your eyes, but the sparkle in his smile always melts you.
โ€ข James has a smile unlike any other, one he reserves only for you. Itโ€™s the kind of smile that makes it feel like youโ€™re the only person in the world who matters, full of tenderness and adoration.
โ€ข Even without music, James finds an excuse to make you twirl around the room. Whether itโ€™s after a long day or just because he thinks you need a smile, he takes your hand and leads you in an exaggerated way, as if youโ€™re the stars of a ballroom. When you protest, he just laughs and insists, saying, โ€œYou know I wonโ€™t stop until I get a smile, right?โ€
โ€ข He has the habit of pulling you into a long kiss, especially when youโ€™re in a rush to leave. โ€œJust one more, please,โ€ he asks, pressing his forehead against yours after, still a little out of breath and with shiny lips. Of course, this results in you both being late more often than youโ€™d like, but who can resist him?
โ€ข He loves it when you wear his clothes, especially his sweaters and shirts. When he notices youโ€™re cold, he doesnโ€™t wait for you to ask โ€” he just wraps you in one of his huge coats and puts his arms around you like a human blanket. โ€œMuch better this way, donโ€™t you think?โ€ he whispers in your ear, though it doesnโ€™t take long before he removes his clothes from you.
โ€ข The king of excuses to hug you. โ€œYou donโ€™t look comfortable in that chair,โ€ he comments, pulling you onto his lap with ease. โ€œYou know what would be better? Sitting here.โ€ He does this anywhere: in the living room, the backyard, showering your neck with kisses that fluster you.
โ€ข James knows exactly how to make you laugh, even on the toughest days. He might mimic voices, make faces, or even create hilarious imaginary scenes with objects around. His goal, he swears, is always to hear you laugh, because โ€œif youโ€™re laughing, Iโ€™m winning at life.โ€
โ€ข When youโ€™re sick or tired, James becomes your loving caretaker. He brings tea, makes soup, and wraps you in blankets. โ€œYou just need to tell me what you want, my love, and Iโ€™ll do it,โ€ he insists, even if his soup attempt ends up being more funny than delicious.
โ€ข James loves telling the story of the day he met you. He does it with such enthusiasm that it feels like heโ€™s reliving the moment every time, emphasizing how you captivated him right away. โ€œI knew from that instant I was lost,โ€ he confesses, while you roll your eyes, but your heart races anyway.
โ€ข No matter how tired he is, James never forgets to give you a kiss before bed. He pulls you close, whispers something sweet or funny, and kisses your forehead, cheek, and finally your lips. โ€œGood night, my life,โ€ he says with so much affection that it feels like youโ€™re in the arms of the whole world.
โ€ข When the kids scribble on the house walls, you try to be firm about the rules, but James shows up with a mischievous look. โ€œYou know, they were just expressing their creativity,โ€ he argues while trying to scrub the marks. In the end, he ends up sitting in time-out with them, admitting that โ€œhe was an accomplice to the art.โ€
โ€ข During your pregnancy, James had the habit of lying next to you and talking to the baby, even when it seemed silly. He would talk about how excited he was to meet the baby, or make up funny stories about teaching the baby to fly. When he felt the baby move, his eyes would shine in a way that made you fall even more in love.
โ€ข Before bed, James turns simple stories into epic adventures. He does all the voices for the characters, makes exaggerated gestures, and even creates a soundtrack with light spells. Even if the kids are exhausted, they always ask for โ€œjust one more story, daddy.โ€
โ€ข When you say no to something the kids want, James does his best to negotiate on their behalf. โ€œLove, they just want to build a fort in the middle of the living room. And look, theyโ€™ve already assigned me as the troll guarding the entrance. I canโ€™t disappoint my adventurers,โ€ he says with an irresistible look.
โ€ข Even on days when the kids make a mess or are in a bad mood, James stays calm. He believes every behavior has a reason and prefers to resolve things with conversations and playfulness rather than scolding. When one of the kids cries, he immediately sits next to them, saying, โ€œItโ€™s okay, champ. Whatโ€™s wrong? Daddyโ€™s here.โ€
โ€ข James never misses a chance to shower the kids with affection. He hugs them, kisses their cheeks, and messes up their hair. โ€œYou know I love you, right?โ€ he says daily, because he believes itโ€™s important for them to grow up knowing how adored they are.
โ€ข James loves creating little traditions. Every Friday night, he organizes โ€œpajama partiesโ€ in the living room, where you watch Muggle movies (courtesy of Remus) and eat enchanted popcorn that changes flavor. At Christmas, he always dresses up as Santa, even though the kids already know itโ€™s him.
โ€ข He completely surrenders to playtime. If that means getting covered in paint or glitter, James doesnโ€™t mind. To him, the kidsโ€™ laughter is worth any effort. Later, he makes sure to help them clean up, singing made-up songs to make the moment fun.
โ€ข James makes sure to emphasize how amazing the kids are. โ€œDid you know youโ€™re the smartest wizard that ever existed?โ€ or โ€œThat was the most impressive defense Iโ€™ve ever seen in a Quidditch match! And trust me, Iโ€™ve seen a lot of Quidditch.โ€ He believes every day is a new chance to make the kids feel special.
โ€ข James makes sure to show you how much he loves you in front of the kids. He says โ€œI love your momโ€ whenever he can, believing this will teach them what a healthy relationship looks like. He believes raising kids in a home full of love and laughter is the greatest gift he can give them.
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