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[loverangels]

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[amiableness]

ummmmmmmmmmm the jealous james in the grocery store??? OMFG R U KIDDING IM GOING FERAL IMAGINING IT

Jealous james at the park when people think reader is single mum and try hitting on her

Jealous james watching reader all giggly by someone so he sends Henry to distract her

Jealous james watching the reader getting eyed so strolls over henry on his hip, making it seem like they are a couple "He wants you darling"

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHh

also also i could just imagine that whenever reader is talking to someone else both James and Henry get pouty because her attention is not on them

Just imagine james chilling out with the boys henry with him when he looks at his son and sees the most upset, angry look on henrys face and follows his gaze to see reader talking to somebody now they are both just watching all pouty and sirius and remus are laughing their heads off

or Henry being possessive over reader just like his daddy

Reader sees kid looking sad and goes over to try and help and henry just tugging on james' sleeve pointing "go get my reader"

or shes pushing him on the swings and another child wants a push "NO! my reader!"

or like whatever nickname he'd have for her because i imagine he would

like calling her love or something cuz he heard james calling her it

her boys just being obsessed with her

woah that was a lot sorry not sorry

Dad!James Potter x Bsf!Reader ☼ 762 words

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James narrows his eyes, focusing intently on you as you stand beside a man he doesn’t recognize. Your laughter carries across the lawn, a sound that usually belongs to him, and it drives him crazy. The guy next to you seems to revel in the effect he’s having, his gaze fixed on you with an admiration that makes James bristle. The way he looks at you—like you’re the most captivating woman in the room—doesn’t escape James. While he can’t deny that you’re breathtaking, the idea of another man gazing at you with such intensity unsettles him deeply.

“I don’t blame her, honestly. Corey’s quite funny.” Sirius says, reclining in the chair next to James with an easygoing air. His eyes are shielded by dark sunglasses, and he sprawls comfortably, like a content cat basking in the sun. His relaxed demeanor contrasts sharply with James, who is sitting upright, shoulders tense, and gaze fixed intently on you.

At their feet, Henry occupies himself on the patio, diligently pushing his bright red toy car along the pavement. The small wheels click rhythmically against the concrete, and Henry makes enthusiastic vrooming noises, his face scrunched with concentration. The late afternoon sun casts a warm, golden glow over the backyard.

Lily Evans is hosting the backyard get-together, blending friends from school with those she’s made as an adult. Though she is his ex, James is grateful they parted on good terms. He still considers her a close friend and values their continued relationship.

“Corey.” James repeats, his voice laced with a sharp edge of irritation. Sirius shifts his gaze from you and Corey to James, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He’s not at all surprised by the undercurrent of jealousy in his friend’s tone.

Sirius observes James’s clenched jaw and the way his eyes narrow at the sight of the blond. “Yeah, Corey Cartwright,” he says, his tone teasing. “Real funny guy. And single, too.” As James’s gaze snaps sharply to Sirius, the latter cackles, clearly enjoying the reaction he’s elicited.

“What the fu—” James starts but cuts himself off, glancing down at his son, who is intently focused on his toy car. He then turns a sharp glare at Sirius. “Are you serious? Because this isn’t funny.”

“You know what is funny?” Sirius says, casually pointing in your direction with his bottle. “If you don’t make a move soon, Y/N might end up with this guy.” James watches, his stomach churning, as you begin to hand your phone to Corey. Corey takes it with a smooth, confident smile, the conversation animated and easy. The interaction only fuels James’s unease, making him more anxious about the situation.

“Henry!” James says, his voice tinged with urgency. “See Y/N over there? Why don’t you go show her your car?” Henry looks up at his father with wide, curious eyes before scrambling uneasily to his feet and darting toward you, clutching his toy car tightly.

James watches as Henry tugs at your jeans and raises his arms, a clear signal he wants to be picked up. His gaze softens when you bend down and lift Henry effortlessly, settling him comfortably on your hip. You still clutch your phone in your hand, but your attention is entirely on the three-year-old now. Henry’s face lights up with a delighted smile as he nestles against you, and you respond warmly as he shows you his car.

The man standing next to you frowns in confusion, clearly thrown off by the abrupt change in the dynamic. He looks between you and Henry, trying to make sense of the scene, while James’s unease resolves itself.

“Pathetic,” Sirius sighs, his voice tinged with a mix of disappointment and amusement. “You should ask the poor girl out instead of scaring off all her options.” He stands up, stretching before heading into the house. As he walks away, James watches him go, his mind racing with scenarios of confessing his feelings to you.

That’s a problem for another day, he decides.

Turning his attention back to you and Henry, James takes in the sight of you gently cradling his son, your face softened by a loving smile. The way Henry clings to you, completely absorbed in the moment, makes James’s chest tighten with a mix of longing and protectiveness.

Corey remains beside you, still looking confused and shifting uncomfortably, clearly feeling out of place. James notices and decides to step in. “Sorry to interrupt you two,” he says, giving Corey a brief, blank glance. “He really wanted to see you, darling.”

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[ellecdc]

Can I request a Remus Lupin x single mum!reader fic please where they're best friends, completely in love with each other and remus is practically acting as your child's father, and while everyone around you know this, you and remus have no idea. Thank you 💝

I actually had a lot of fun with this one, thank you for the prompt! I hope I did it justice <3

Remus Lupin x single mum!reader who's maybe not as single a mum as she thought [1.8k words]

p1 | p2

CW: kid fic, reader and remus are oblivious, fluffy and hopeful ending

“Moony!” 

The little girl’s squeals brought an instant smile to Remus’ face, and in record time he was crouched down with his arms open wide as she collided into his chest with an ‘oomph’.

“There’s my girl!” He cheered, stamping a kiss to her head. “How are you, cariad?” 

“Mummy said if I was good, maybe we could have a sleepover?” Isla asked, folding her hands under her chin and tilting her head at Remus in a way he knew he’d never say no to, though hoped to all hell she never figured out.

“Well that should be easy, yeah? You’re always good!” He replied, earning him more excited squeals before she went running into the living room to play with Harry and Luna.

“Cut the shit, Lupin.” You muttered fondly as you hung your daughter’s jacket as well as your own, shooting him a wink.

“You cut the shit; claiming my girl is anything short of perfectly well behaved always.” He volleyed, quickly accepting your friendly peck on the corner of his mouth before you moved around the room to do the same to the others. 

“Oh yeah,” you muttered dryly, “she’s real perfect when she throws a fit in the middle of the frozen section at the shops because I deigned to tell her we had ice cream at home already.”

“No, again?” Remus tsked. “She must have just been having an off day - growth spurt, perhaps?”

“Yeah there’s gotta be an excuse, Trouble, Isla’s perfect.” Sirius called, shooting Remus a playful smirk from his seat across the table. “Moony raised her well.” 

“Like we should expect anything less of Remus’ daughter, yeah?” James agreed, earning a round of laughter from the table. 

You rolled your eyes  at the usual teasing with a shake of your head as you sat down, though Remus thought he noticed a small look of bashfulness cross your face as you refused to look at him. 

“I can’t take any credit; she is her mother’s daughter.” Remus argued. 

“S’probably why you like her so much.” Lily taunted as she brought the drink in her hand to her lips. 

“Who?” You and Remus parroted, both smiling shyly at the other. 

Regulus snorted. “Take your pick.” 

“Okay, what the hell is going on?” Remus finally demanded, looking around at his friend skeptically. “What are you all on about?” 

“Cut the shit, Lupin.” Sirius taunted, echoing your earlier sentiments. “The two of you are practically a married couple coparenting that kid. The only thing either of you fail to do is admit how terribly in love with each other you are.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You offered primly, crossing both your arms and your legs as you leaned back in your seat and looked at Sirius defiantly. 

“No? How often do you and Remus have sleepovers?”

“Remus and Isla have sleepovers.” You corrected.

“And where do you sleep on these ‘Isla Moony’ sleepovers, hm?” James queried, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Is it, perhaps, in Moony’s arms?” Sirius continued when you refused to provide an answer.

“That was one time.” Remus argued then, accounting for the time that you and Remus had fallen asleep in each other’s arms on the sofa after putting Isla to bed, only to be found the following morning by Sirius who showed up wondering why the sod wasn’t answering his texts. 

Sirius made a ‘hm, kay’ sound that sounded nothing short of disbelieving as he shared a look with James that screamed ‘can you believe this guy?’ 

It’s not that Remus didn’t love you or your daughter with his entire being. But it's never what you had needed from him; it’s not what you needed him to be.

You’d found out you were expecting and the father [or, as Remus referred to him, the donor] wasn’t interested in being involved, and you needed a friend; Remus was that for you. 

He helped you move into your own place, but so did Sirius and Lily. They all threw you a baby shower. They all took turns helping you once Isla was born, though Remus admittedly ended up taking more “shifts” once you healed and formed a schedule with the wee bairn, but that was only because James and Lily had their own, and Remus had the most flexibility with his job. 

At least, that’s what he told himself. 

But he did sort of love you and Isla. He loved your determination and perseverance. He loved that you were ready and capable to do it on your own but were also willing to accept help from the people who cared about you, and did so with no shortage of grace. He loved the way you were steadfast in your mission to ensure your daughter was surrounded by no shortage of love. He loved how you managed to lead with kindness always but never hesitated to put any of them in their place when they needed it. He also loved your eyes and your smile and your hugs and the sound of your voice. But he mostly loved the way your eyes fell soft when they looked at him, or how your smile seemed to widen whenever you caught him smiling back, or how you seemed to put an impossible amount of yourself into your hugs when you could tell he needed to be held just a little tighter, just a little longer, and he loved the sound of your voice the most when it was directed at him. 

He loved that Isla was completely and utterly you, from the way she looked to the way she spoke. She was your little doppelganger through and through, but he also loved getting to watch your little mini-me grow and develop into her own little person, too. He loved learning her opinions and preferences, he loved watching her interact and play and even fight with Harry and Luna. He loved getting to teach her how to read, he loved gently rocking her to sleep every night as a babe whilst he read Goodnight Moon. He loved that - though he didn’t name her - she named him; Moony. 

But had he really been so obvious? This entire time? 

“Whatever you guys say.” Sirius relented as he raised his hands up in mock surrender. “But the longer you two hold out, the more money you all make me.”

“You bet on us?!” You and Remus chorused again, and Regulus actually let out an inelegant bark of laughter at that.

“Christ, the two of you are so predictable.” Lily giggled as she stood to go see what the squabbling among the kids was about in the next room.

“Yup.” James agreed shamelessly. “Peter bet that by Isla’s first birthday that the two of you would have at the very least been living together already.” 

“Marlene bet that the next pregnancy announcement would be Y/N’s, and that you’d have been the father.” Sirius continued, and you choked on the sip of water you’d just taken just for something to do.

“Fuck off, the lot of you.” Remus muttered as he pulled you over to him by the leg of your chair before rubbing on your back consolingly until the coughing passed. “You’re gonna kill the girl.” 

“Can’t have that.” Regulus smirked, turning his body preemptively when he heard little feet padding their way over to him, though he kept his mirthful gaze pointed at Remus. “I bet that you’d be official by the end of the year.”

“It’s December already.” You guffawed, and Sirius shrugged his shoulders.

“We still have 25 days.” He replied breezily. 

“I told him he’s not s’posed to shove.” Luna tattled as she climbed onto her godfather’s lap, causing James to sigh a tired “uh oh” as Lily came into the room with a teary Isla on her hip and a little hand in her free one attached to a rather contrite looking Harry.

“What happened, lovie?” You cooed at your upset daughter, though Lily responded first. 

“Why don’t you tell them what you told Auntie Lily in the living room, hm?” Lily asked Isla whilst keeping a somewhat predatory gaze locked on you. 

“I- I want my… my Moony.” Isla whimpered before breaking out into a sob, and Remus thought his heart might have actually split in two. 

“Well for Christ’s sake, Red, give her to her Moony, then.” Sirius scolded, looking between Remus’ outstretched arms ready to embrace the child and Lily’s teasing smile with furrowed brows. “S’even breaking my heart.” 

Isla wasted no time in tucking herself underneath Remus’ chin as he cradled her to his chest, leaning his cheek against the crown of her head as he looked at you. 

You held his gaze. 

“Haz, my man, what happened?” James asked his son.

“I’m sorry…” Harry pouted from his fathers lap. “I didn’t mean to.” 

“We’ve talked about this, yeah? You cannot shove or push; I know you get excited, mate, but we don’t want to hurt our friends.”

“M’sorry.” The boy repeated.

“Did you say sorry to Isla?” James asked, even though Lily was nodding from her place where she reclaimed her vacated seat. Harry nodded too. “Should we maybe apologise again? Offer her a hug, too?”

Harry agreed and jumped down to stand beside Remus. “M’sorry, Isla. I shouldn’t have shoved you.” 

“That’s a good lad; good apologising. What do you say, lovie?” Remus asked Isla who sniffled, looking up at Remus for guidance before she nodded and accepted a hug from the little boy. 

Appeased, the three kids went back to playing under the promise that there would absolutely be no more shoving.

“See, if she had been my kid, she probably would have shoved him right back. But no, of course Moony’s kid would be lovely and sweet and forgiving.” 

“Alright you know what?” You started with a good natured smile on your face as you stood; moving to the bar behind you to pour yourself a drink and sharing a lifted eyebrow with Remus before pouring one for him too. “You’re all a bunch of tossers.” 

“Listen, if you want me to raise your next one, just say the word, Trouble.” Sirius laughed. “But it seems like you and Remus have that all sorted out.” 

You didn’t grace Sirius with a response, but as Remus went to accept the glass you’d poured for him, you held onto it a moment longer, murmuring something that sounded an awful lot like ‘yeah, I think we do.’ 

There was going to be a lot to discuss at your Isla and Moony’s sleepover tonight.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Dear Prudence - Remus Lupin

A/N: well, again this keeps on working so… I hope you guys like it!

Request - Anonymous asked: Could I request a one-shot with hufflepuff potter!reader x Remus where James is favored by their parents for being in Gryffindor and on the quidditch team and being a golden child, and the reader is very kind and close to James but used to being ignored. Remus woos her and James is protective when he first finds out but comes around. Also short!reader please, I love Remus being a gentle giant

Warnings: James is favored by his parents over the reader, but they are not mean or anything, and I think that's it :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :D  

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Dear Prudence

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play? Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful and so are you

The first thing Remus noticed, were the letters.

“Hey, sunshine” Remus smiled when he spotted you as he entered the Great Hall.

“Hi moonshine” you smiled back at him.

“You know that’s not what you think it is, right?”

“Yes, it is. I am the sun and you are the moon” you insisted as he rolled his eyes a little.

“Whatever you say, love” he chuckled as the two of you reached the other three Marauders sitting at the Gryffindor table.

“Hey Jamie, I think our envelopes got mixed up” you said, walking over to your brother.

“Hey, bug” he smiled at you. “How do you know?” he asked, grabbing the envelope in front of him. “This one says my name” he said, confused as Remus sat down next to your brother.

“Yeah, this one also says James. F. Potter” you said, showing it to him. “But it feels a lot more pages than mine and it has those golden star stickers mum always puts on yours, Goldie” you smirked, mocking him and switching the letters.

“Oh, Goldie! I love that, I am calling you that from now on!” Sirius laughed.

“Shut up, Padfoot!” James said, hitting his arm as you opened the letter James had and saw your name inside.

“Yep, this one’s mine” you told him, taking out the single page.

“Would you like to sit down with us?” Remus offered, smiling brightly at you. So, of course, you couldn’t refuse.

“Why thank you, Remus, that is very kind of you” you said sitting between him and James, hitting your brother’s arm in the process.

“Hey! What did I do?” he asked, with his mouth half-full.

“That’s where you got that from?” Sirius asked, glaring at you a little as James opened his envelope and Remus caught at least four pages coming out of it. He didn’t want to obviously point that out, so he asked something different instead.

“How come both envelopes were addressed to James?” he asked, making you look up at him and you answered before James could.

“Mum writes to him so much, she made the envelopes, especially for him” you smirked, pinching his cheek and your brother quickly snapped your hand away.

“That’s not true!” he argued, with a hint of blush on his cheeks.

“Isn’t it? She writes to you at least twice a week” you mocked him. “I bet nobody else in the entire school comes close to how many letters you get” you told him.

“She writes to you too!”

“Yeah, every other week” you said, rolling your eyes and going back to your letter. “And even then she always asks about you” you said, showing it to him.

“That’s not true!”

“Wanna bet?”

“Fine! Five Galleons” James smirked proudly. You quickly went back to your letter, quickly spotting James’ name.

“Ah-ha! Here we are” you smirked back at him. “‘Make sure to take care of Jamie and give him a big kiss and hug for me’” you said, pointing the sentence at the bottom of your letter as James blushed furiously. “Aw, c’mere, Jamie, gimmie a kiss” you said, throwing your arms around his shoulders and peppering his cheek with kisses while the other three Marauders laughed.

“Ugh, get off me, you annoying bug!” he said pushing you away and making you crash into Remus, who quickly wrapped his arms around your waist so you wouldn’t fall.

“S-sorry, Rem” you said, feeling your cheeks burn as he helped you up.

“No problem, love” he smiled. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah” you chuckled.

“Well, you two are simply the sweetest thing in the world” you heard Sirius from across the table.

“Shut up, Sirius!”

“Shut up, Padfoot!”

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The second thing Remus noticed, were the family dinners.

During Christmas break, it was not surprising at all that the entire group of Marauders were residing at the Potters’ house. This year, Mrs. Potter had even got each of them a stocking, which he later found out had been your request, and Remus felt happier than he had in years. Since his mum passed away, he and his father never really liked celebrating Christmas anymore, so the feeling of this home made him warm inside and he loved it. And he especially loved spending more time with you, even if you were locked in your room most of the time.

“James, darling, where is your sister? Dinner is almost ready” he looked up from his book when Mrs. Potter came into the living room.

“Probably locked in her room” James shrugged.

“Well, could you go get her, please love?”

“Just a second, mum, I’m about to beat Padfoot” James smirked as they played Chess.

“I can go” Remus offered, marking the page on his book and getting up.

“Thank you so much, Remus. It is lovely to have actual help around here” she said, before messing James’ hair as he complained to his mother.

Remus chuckled and went upstairs to your room. He had realized this was probably the only room in your entire house he had never seen, aside from your parents’ room. He suddenly found himself feeling extremely curious to see how your room was. And why you insisted on spending so much time on it. He gently knocked on your door but he didn’t receive any response. It didn’t come as a surprise since he could hear the music blasting from the other side. He smiled when he recognized the song. It had become kind of your thing. He knew you loved muggle music and he loved introducing you to it.

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older? Then we wouldn't have to wait so long And wouldn't it be nice to live together? In the kind of world where we belong?

His smile grew wider when he heard your voice on top of the original song and he tried to knock harder but still, no response. So, he carefully opened the door. Whatever Remus had in mind about your room (which he may or may not think about more than he would like to admit) he never pictured this. Your room was as big as James’ if not a bit bigger, but you had a lot more windows and a lot more colors, by far. James’ room was decorated with Gryffindor colors and Quidditch teams he loved. But yours? Yours had paintings everywhere. Every wall. Top to bottom. Even some parts of your ceiling. How did you ever get to paint that high? He may never know. You were currently painting the side of your window with colorful flowers. Peonies. Your favorite.

You know it's gonna make it that much better When we can say goodnight and stay together

Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up In the morning when the day is new? And after having spent the day together Hold each other close the whole night through

“Um, sunshine?”

“Remus° you turned to him, smiling brightly. Remus had never seen you so beautiful. You had possibly every single color in your pallet all over your face, your clothes, and your hands. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you” you said, walking over to your record player and making the song stop.

“Yeah, I figured as much” he chuckled. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, I get really bored of my walls every now and then, and I start all over again” you explained. “I was in a very flowery mood” you said, pointing at your latest painting.

“That’s beautiful” he told you. “Did you paint all of the rooms in your house?”

“Yes, except Jamie’s” you explained. “He said I’m just going to ruin his Quidditch posters” you said, rolling your eyes. “But I did the guest rooms” you said, smiling. “Yours was inspired by ‘The Little Prince’” you informed him.

“I could tell” he smiled. “My favorite book when I was a kid” he added.

“I remember you telling me that” you smiled back.

“Do you know that program on our last year for magical paintings? You should really apply for next year” he suggested.

“You really think so?” you smiled and he nodded. “I have… actually been thinking about it” you informed him.

“You should” he smiled.

“I might” you smirked.

“Um, your mum says dinner’s almost ready” he informed you.

“Oh, really? I must have lost track of time” you said, walking into your room to wash your hands.

“I’m glad you liked your Christmas present” he said, shyly, looking at the Beach Boys’ record that was playing not long ago.

“I love it” you said, coming back out. “Did you like yours?”

“I’m halfway done” he said, remembering the book he was just reading downstairs.

“Already?”

“I can’t put it down” he smiled as you got closer to him.

“I’m glad you liked it” you smiled, making him chuckle when he saw you still had paint on your face.

“Um, you still have some-” he said, pointing at his left cheek. “Here” he said, grabbing the towel from your hand and carefully cleaning it up.

“Thanks, moonshine” you smiled.

“Hey, Mrs. Potter said-” Sirius came bursting into your room, smirking at the scene in front of him. “Am I interrupting something?” he asked, as the two of you jumped apart. You saw Remus’ cheeks blushing and you felt yours burning a little.

“N-no-”

“We were just- um- on our way” Remus quickly said, before he left the room. You nodded, grabbing one of your books, and were about to follow him, but Sirius blocked your way.

“You know, you should just tell him already, Bambi” he said. “We both know he’s too shy to make the first move, plus he thinks your brother is gonna kill him” he said.

“Mhm, or maybe, he just doesn’t feel the same way about me” you insisted. “And you promised you wouldn’t say anything!” you glared at him.

“I haven’t!” he said, offended. “And you have to be joking, right, have you really not seen the way he looks at you with his goofy smile, sunshine” he said, mocking Remus’ voice and making you punch him in his arm. “Ouch! Would you stop that?”

“It’s not my fault. You moved here and decided to become my other annoying brother, so you have to pay the consequences” you smirked before you left your room and Sirius rolled his eyes, following you.

“Why did you bring your book?” Remus asked, confused when you sat down next to him and placed your book on the table.

“Well, it kinda gets boring when the conversation turns to Quidditch” you informed him.

He frowned a little confused, but quickly understood what you meant. Throughout the entire dinner, your parents had revolved the entire conversation about James. They first asked how school was, to which all of you replied, he and the rest of the Marauders included. Followed by if you were dating someone. And then, Quidditch. Remus realized you hadn’t even spoken for about forty-five minutes. Your parents even asked Sirius, Peter, and him some questions, but not you. He turned to look at you and saw you immersed in your book. He slowly smiled and then felt a kick in his leg. He turned to glare at Sirius sitting in front of him who was smirking and nodded his head towards you.

“What’s your book about?” he asked. It took you a moment to register that someone was actually talking to you before you lifted your head and turned to look at Remus.

“Oh, um-” you smiled shyly. “It’s a romance novel, I wouldn’t want to bore you” you chuckled.

“You wouldn’t bore me, sunshine” he insisted. When you smiled brightly at him, it gave him the courage to hold your hand in his underneath the table as you started talking about the plot of the book you were reading. He absolutely loved the way your face brightened when you talked about something you liked and that you had his full attention. He could not deny it any longer, he was definitely in love with you.

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The third thing Remus noticed, was the birthday presents.

“Hi Rem” you smiled, opening your dorm. “What are you doing here?”

“Me? What are you doing here? You left your own birthday party” he chuckled.

“Well, you know I don’t like parties” you chuckled. “James makes a whole fuss about our birthdays but it’s mostly for him” you insisted. “I bet nobody even noticed I left” you said.

“I did” he said, making your cheeks burn a little.

“Um… would you like to come in?” you asked, opening the door. “I’m watching an old movie that Alice lent me” you smiled. “I got pastries from the Kitchens” you said, making him smile.

“How could I say no to that?” he asked, following you inside. “I also wanted to give you your present” he said, making you look back at him.

“You got me a present? Remus, you didn’t have to get me anything” you smiled.

“Yes, I did. It’s your birthday” he said, as if it was obvious. “I’m sure you got so many presents already, but one more couldn’t hurt” he said, shyly.

“Not much” you shrugged. “Jamie gave me my badger slippers” you said, showing them to him. “And I gave him lion ones” you giggled. “Sirius gave me chocolate, oh, Alice gave me new paints” you said, pointing at them excitedly. “And Lily gave me a new perfume” you smiled.

“Oh” he frowned, confused. “What about your parents?”

“Oh, my dad sent me this book” you said, showing him a familiar book, he knew you had already talked with him about. “I mentioned to him it was my favorite so he got me one” you explained. “I don’t really have it in my heart to tell him I already have it” you chuckled.

“And your mom?” he asked, extremely confused. He counted at least twenty presents for James from your parents.

“My mum usually gives me some of her jewelry she knows I love, but she doesn’t like to send it through mail so she gives it to me when I come home for the summer” you explained.

“Oh… is… that it?” he asked, without really thinking.

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused.

“Nothing. Sorry, I didn’t mean anything I just- um- I don’t want to cross a line or anything it’s just-”

“Let me guess, Jamie got about thirty presents from my parents” you smiled sadly.

“Yeah” he said, awkwardly. “Look, you know I love your parents. They are some of the kindest people I’ve met, and I know I don’t have any siblings but… I just don’t think it’s fair that they favor James over you” he said, sadly.

“Look, it’s fine. I know my parents love me” you smiled. “Just… probably not as much as James” you chuckled. “I’ve actually learned it’s not the worst thing. I get zero pressure from them. Last year, I was really worried because I didn’t do well on one of my Herbology tests-”

“Because everything you touch dies?” Remus smirked, earning a glare from you.

“As I was saying… I was going to tell them when we came home for the Holidays, but they were so upset that James had lost the last Quidditch match, that they didn’t even say anything to me” you shrugged. “I can literally do anything I want whenever I want and they won’t really mind. I mean, I’m pretty sure I can even date whomever I want but the day James gets a serious girlfriend, my mum may actually die” you told Remus, making him laugh a little. “It used to bother me a lot, but… they do show me that they love me in different ways” you explained. “But I think it’s really sweet you care about that” you smiled at him.

“Well, of course I do. You’re my favorite person in the world” he blurted out.

“I am?” you asked, feeling your heart flutter.

“Of course you are” he smiled.

“I think… you’re the first person in my life that has liked me more than James” you said, feeling a few tears in your eyes. “Sorry, that’s stupid-”

“It’s not” he assured you, pulling you closer and wiping away your tears. “And I really mean it” he smiled. “Happy birthday, sunshine” he said, giving you his present.

“Moonshine” you smiled, opening it. “Remus” you said, feeling your eyes welling up. “Is this-?”

“Yes” he smiled, grabbing The Beatles’ record from you and putting it on your record player. “I know this is your favorite song and it’s also mine because it reminds me of you” he said as the guitar started playing. “Would you like to dance with me?”

“Really?” you asked, excitedly.

“Only because it’s your birthday” he said as you grabbed his hand and walked to the middle of your dorm.

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play? Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day The sun is up, the sky is blueIt's beautiful, and so are you Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?

“Why does this song remind you of me?” you asked curiously.

“Well, I read that the song was written about Prudence Farrow-”

“Who is Mia Farrow’s less famous little sister? Wow, Remus-”

“No, that’s not why” he glared a little at you. “I mean she is but, that’s not why” he insisted.

“So?”

Dear Prudence, open up your eyes Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies The wind is low, the birds will sing That you are part of everything Dear Prudence, won't you open up your eyes?

“Did you apply to the art program” he asked, making you smile at him.

“You remembered that?”

“Of course, I do” he frowned. “I remember everything you tell me” he insisted.

“Well… I did” you told him. “I should be hearing about it during summer” you informed him.

“I’m sure you’ll get in, sunshine” he said, kissing your forehead.

Look around, around (round, round, round) Look around, around, around (round, round) Look around

“Well, it was written because she would rarely come out of her bungalow while she meditated. It’s kind of like you and your paintings” he smiled.

“I’m not that bad” you scoffed offended.

“Love, I had to come up three times a day every day on Christmas break so you wouldn’t forget to eat” he reminded you.

“Oh, and here I was thinking you came to get me because you missed me” you pouted.

“That too” he assured you.

Dear Prudence, let me see you smile Dear Prudence, like a little child The clouds will be a daisy chain So let me see you smile again Dear Prudence, won't you let me see you smile?

“I really love this song” you smiled. “And my birthday gift” you added. “And um-” you said, feeling your cheeks burn as you looked away. “C-can I tell you something?” you asked, nervously.

“You can tell me anything, love” he assured you.

“O-okay, you don’t have to say anything and… if it’s weird you can just leave and not talk to me ever again, and… it’s not just because you said you liked me more than James b-but it’s been something that I have felt for a while and I just-”

“Sunshine” he said, cupping your cheek and making you stop your ramble. “I love you too” he smiled, making your entire body feel like you were on cloud nine.

“Y-you do?” you asked, still not believing him.

“I really do” he said, leaning in to kiss you.

Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play? Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day The sun is up, the sky is blue It's beautiful, and so are you Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?

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“Yeah, go get settled, Moony! We’ll wait for you outside” James said as Remus walked upstairs to put his things away. After tossing everything in there really, he quickly found himself in front of your door again. James had invited him to stay over the summer and it had been two weeks without you. Two weeks too long. He smiled as the music blasted on the other side of the door, only this time, he opened it and walked in.

My, my, I tried to hold you back, But you were stronger Oh, yeah, and now it seems My only chance is giving up the fight

And how could I ever refuse? I feel like I win when I lose

Waterloo, I was defeated, you won the war Waterloo, promise to love you for ever more Waterloo, couldn't escape if I wanted to Waterloo, knowing my fate is to be with you

Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Waterloo Finally facing my Waterloo

Remus smiled to himself before he walked over to you, pulling your paintbrush away from your hand and making you turn around frowning, but you quickly smiled when you saw it was him.

“Moonshine!” you smiled, throwing your arms around his shoulders and he quickly wrapped his around your waist, twirling you around and planting a big kiss on your lips.

“Hey, sunshine” he smiled when you pulled away. “I missed you” he said, giving you another peck on the lips.

“I missed you too” you smiled, pulling him closer. “How has your summer been?”

“Pretty boring, to be honest” he chuckled. “I see you kept yourself busy” he said, twirling your paintbrush in his hand. “Prongs and Padfoot said you played Quidditch with them yesterday” he chuckled.

“Yeah, they made me” you rolled your eyes.

“Have you… told your brother about us?”

“No” you pouted. “You said we would tell him together” you reminded him. “You know it’s gonna be fine, right?”

“Yeah, I know. Sirius just keeps insisting he will kill me” he laughed nervously.

“I won’t let that happen” you said, kissing his cheek. “I promise” you smiled sweetly.

“So, what are you painting?”

“Oh! I’ve been waiting to tell you” you said, excitedly. “I got into the art program!”

“You did? Love, that’s amazing! I knew you could do it!” he said, hugging you again and giving you a small kiss. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks, Remmy” you smiled. “You’re the first person I’ve told” you smiled.

“I am? Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“Oh, well, I actually told my parents when we got here, but James won the Quidditch Cup and there are… about ten Quidditch teams wanting to recruit him so… I don’t think they heard me or even knew what I was talking about” you said, smiling sadly. “Sirius said it sounded cool, though” you told him.

“I’m sorry, love” he said, pulling you closer.

“It’s okay. You’re the one I really wanted to tell” you smiled, leaning in to kiss him again. “And, I have to finish this painting” you said, trying to get the brush from him but he put it out of his reach. “Rem!”

“I just got here, love” he pouted. “Wouldn’t you rather spend the day with your boyfriend who missed you so much?”

“Well, yes, that’s why I wanted to finish it before you got here” you insisted. “But James and Sirius kept insisting that I played Quidditch with them yesterday and I didn’t get to paint” you told him but he still placed the brush out of your reach when you tried to grab it. “Remus!”

“Well, you can continue tomorrow” he said, pulling you to him. “I have been waiting for two whole weeks to kiss my beautiful girlfriend” he said between kisses, feeling your smile against his lips.

“Okay, I can continue tomorrow” you said, as he threw the brush on your table and deepened the kiss. “I missed you so much” you said, pulling him closer.

“I missed you too, love” he smiled.

"Hey bug, have you seen Moony-? BLOODY HELL! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" James yelled coming inside your room and covering his eyes at the scene in front of him. Remus instantly jumped off you so quickly he fell to the floor as Sirius came in running behind James when they heard the yelling.

"Why are you yell-? oh bloody hell!" he smirked when he saw Remus standing up and saw that both of seemed very nervous.

"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" James yelled to Remus and started running after him with his wand pointing at his neck but you stepped in between.

"Jamie, stop!"

"Get out of the way bug!" your brother’s voice was dangerously low.

"Prongs, calm down" Remus said trying not to show how nervous he really was.

"Calm down?!" James snapped. "That's MY sister!"

"Jamie, please, calm down!" you said also a little nervous.

"YOU SHUT UP!"

"Don't yell at her!" Remus snapped.

"Mate, I would shut up if I were you" Sirius told him.

"ALL OF YOU, SHUT UP!" you yelled at all of them.

“I’m going to kill you!” James yelled at Remus before he started chasing him around your room. Remus quickly ran out with James following him.

“I told you, he would find out sooner or later” Sirius smirked.

“You are of no use to me right now, SIrius!” you said, punching his arm as you followed your brother and your boyfriend. Sirius quickly walking behind you.

“James, what is going on? What’s with all the yelling?” you saw your mother and father come inside the living room where James was still chasing Remus and throwing jinxes at him.

“Stop it!” you yelled running over to your brother and grabbing his arm.

“Get off me!” he complained as Remus ran over to Sirius, hiding behind him.

“You’re being ridiculous!” you said, trying to reach for his wand but he placed it out of your reach. However, you clung yourself to him, trying your best to get it.

“What in Merlin’s name are you two kids doing?” your father asked, confused. It was rare to see the two of you fight like this nowadays.

“Let go!” he said, as your hand reached for his wand.

“You let go!” you complained.

“It’s my wand!”

“Gimmie it!”

“Alright, stop it! Both of you!” your mother’s voice was heard through the room as she pointed her wand at the two of you, separating you, and making James’ wand fly into her hand.

“He started it!”

“She started it!”

“I don’t care who started it! I want to know what’s going on and I want to know now!” your mother said, with her hands on her waist.

“Why don’t you ask your daughter how she betrayed me!” James said, glaring at you.

“Oh, please! Grow up, James! You’re being ridiculous!”

“That’s enough!” your father intervened. “Your mother asked you a question. What is wrong with the two of you?”

“She stole my best friend!” James said, pointing at you accusingly.

“What? I did no such thing!”

“And I thought I was your best friend” Sirius added, offended while Remus rolled his eyes.

“James, sweetheart what are you talking about?” your mother asked, confused.

“Well, mum, I just found your daughter, my so-called sister” he said glaring at you as you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Kissing my best friend!”

“James!”

“Excuse me?” your father said, a bit upset, throwing daggers at the two boys behind your mother.

“Fleamont, darling, calm down” she said, to her husband before turning to you. “Sweetheart, would you care to explain yourself?” your mother asked you, calmly.

“First of all, Jamie is making it a bigger deal than it is” you complained.

“No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you are!”

“Were you or were you not just kissing Moony upstairs?”

“What?” your father asked again, but your mother stopped him.

“Well?” James asked, arching his eyebrow at you.

“I… was… kissing… my… boyfriend” you said, feeling your cheeks burning.

“Excuse me?” your father asked, baffled.

“Boyfriend?” James asked.

“Remus is your boyfriend?” your mother asked, excitedly.

“You can’t have a boyfriend! You’re too young!” your dad complained.

“And it can’t be my best friend!” James added.

“Hurtful, Prongs. Really hurtful” Sirius glared at him.

“Oh, hush, all of you” your mother said, rolling her eyes. “Fleamont, you and I were their age when we started dating” she reminded your father. “And James, you should be happy that your sister is with one of your best friends. Remus is a wonderful guy” she smiled at Remus who felt just a little less nervous.

“Thanks, Mrs. Potter” he said, blushing a little.

“I’m so happy for you two. Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell us?” she asked you.

“Well, I didn’t really know how to because I knew James would throw a fit about it” you said, rolling your eyes.

“I did not throw a fit-”

“James, that’s enough” your mother told him. “Leave your sister alone” she scowled.

“But mum-”

“But nothing. She’s happy and so is Remus and we are all happy for them and that’s it” she insisted.

“I don’t even get a say in it?”

“No, why would you get a say in your sister’s love life?”

“At least she has a love life” Sirius laughed.

“Hey!” James complained.

“Good one, son” your dad laughed with Sirius.

“What is happening?” James asked, upset before he started going upstairs. “I do not like this one bit!” you heard before he slammed his door.

“Don’t listen to him, sweet pea” your dad said, smiling kindly at you. “We are happy for you” he admitted, kissing your head. “But Remus is not allowed in your room and you are not allowed in his, or the two of you alone in a room, understood?” he frowned.

“Yes, dad” you smiled.

“Yes, sir” Remus replied at the same time.

“Good” he smirked proudly.

“I’m so happy for you, sweetheart” your mother said, hugging you.

“Thanks, mum” you smiled.

“You too, Remus” she said, kissing his cheek.

“Thank you, Mrs. Potter” he smiled before she left with your dad.

“I’d like to say that went well” Sirius smirked as you sat with Remus on the sofa and he kissed your forehead while Sirius sat on the chair.

“To be honest, that’s the best I could have asked for” Remus chuckled.

“It felt weird to have so much attention on me” you admitted as Remus kissed your cheek.

“Alright” you heard James’ voice coming down the stairs again. “I have decided that I approve this” he said in a serious tone, sitting closer to Sirius.

“You do know we don’t need your approval, right?” you said, glaring a little at him.

“But there will be no kissing in front of me” he glared at the two of you. “That’s just gross!”

“Fair enough, Prongs” Remus chuckled, kissing the side of your head.

“I just want to say that I am still hurt about your comments made earlier” Sirius said, sounding offended.

“You knew about them the entire time, didn’t you?” James glared at him.

“And I forgive you because that’s what best friends do, Prongsie” he smiled innocently.

“Fine, I forgive you too” James said, rolling his eyes as Sirius hugged him, kissing his cheek. “Get off, you goof!”

“This is going to be a long summer, isn’t it?” Remus asked you.

“Yes, I am so happy you’re here” you smiled, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Hey! What did I just say!?”

“Shut up, Jamie!”

The End

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Songs: Wouldn't It Be Nice - The Beach Boys Dear Prudence - The Beatles Waterloo - ABBA

A/N: I hope you loves like it! :)

[sgiandubh]

Heughan’s voice is as smooth as his whisky. His latest venture is his multi-award-winning whisky and gin, ‘The Sassenach’, the Gaelic word for ‘outsider’. He feels he is an outsider to the industry, but the idea behind the name seems to have emerged from his mother, who is an English artist and was called ‘Sassenach’ when she arrived in New Galloway, and in Outlander, Jamie Fraser calls his wife Sassenach as s term of endearment. “The name is very special to me,” he tells me.

Perhaps the video he recorded at Everest Base Camp was for his mother ?She's on IG too and we know Sam loves her so much and sometimes doesn't call her Mum but Chrissie. Cait is not a Sassenach because she's Irish. Sam calling her the Original Sassenach it's because of her character, Claire and he recently stated Caitriona is nothing like Claire (SheKnows interview). Either way it's not a big deal so don't blame me. It's just a thought and cute anyway .

Dear Sassenach Anon,

Let me count the ways. Quoting from memory first we had ' She [C] is the original Sassenach' (at one of the seasons' premieres in London, where he brought a bottle and waxed lyrical to the press over it). Then, we had 'Sassenach means foreigner in Scots Gaelic and it's a term of endearment of Jamie Fraser, the character I am playing in OL, for his wife' (numerous times for various media outlets). Then, 'I am the Sassenach, I always felt as an outsider, but also Jamie Fraser's term of endearment for his wife, Claire' (ditto). And then 'the name emerged from his mother who is an English artist and was called ‘Sassenach’ when she arrived in New Galloway, and in Outlander, Jamie Fraser calls his wife Sassenach as s term of endearment.'

The Arbuturian is a well regarded online magazine, founded in 2009 and based in London. It looks and reads to me as The New Yorker's slightly more plebeian, younger cousin of sorts - check their masthead mascot...

... and remember (ROFLMAO) The New Yorker's Eustace Tilley, its illustrious inspiration:

By the way, Eustace Tilley, one of my favorite dandies, was itself inspired by an engraving of the French count Alfred d'Orsay, by a certain... James Fraser, sometime around 1830. I kid you not and yes, totally Clan Fraser, born near Inverness:

Can't make this shite up, even if you wanted, huh?

Anyways, back to your question and this little media outlet that could. Its targeted audience is, according to Wikipedia:

In sociological lingo, AB means an educated mid-to high level management audience, with a hefty disposable income to boot (usually more than 1 million £/year net revenue). All it takes is a short stroll through their Lifestyle pages: according to them, among this year's most sought after Xmas gifts gimmicks are a Turnbull & Asser silk pocket square (£75) for him or a £200 voucher for Fairmont Windsor Park’s Ultimate Diamond Facial, for her.

This interview's one and only raison d'être was to sound appealing to this particular dinkie (double income, no kids) Generation X audience, especially as far as his booze was concerned. For he was on booze promo mode here and he obviously twisted a bit whatever (I repeat: whatever) his real motivation behind the brand name might have been to the least controversial possible version. It's hard to question or throw shite at this mum version, let alone at a version involving a heroic single parent as Chrissie H, let alone at Christmas time. This allowed him, at the same time, to elegantly keep his personal life away and separate between business and private: something he should have been doing since the very start. But S is a sentimental man and a people pleaser - we all know that, don't we?

It was important for S to be featured in this London online magazine, read by the same people he was once serving drinks to, at parties. It's all about aspirations, social climbing and being a part of that crowd. Finally!

And you, darling, are a troll, despite your protesting. I nevertheless hope this answered your very transparently targeted question, in the spirit of Christmas. Otherwise, it would have landed in the bin, where it probably belongs.

PS: Caitriona is Caitriona, probably nothing like Claire, indeed and thank God! Being 'like Claire Fraser' was certainly not what prompted the coup de foudre - I daresay, quite the contrary. Sorry, darling, to pop your bubble, but this is not exactly how the real world works.

Later edit: if the entire Everest trek was something 'just for himself', then the recorded video was also 'just for himself'. The reason he posted it on Instagram was to probably childishly rejoice/brag he finally made it and damn the consequences. Use a bit of logic.

[slvtforfiction]

☆ Masterlist :

☆ Series:

Stalker!Ghost Series

☆ Modern warfare II:

“Is that my shirt?” Ghost X Reader

Ghost X Reader angst-comfort

Single mum in military!Reader X Ghost

Ghost X OC angst-comfort

Gaz X Reader fluff

Konig X reader suggestive

SingleDad!Ghost X Neighbour!Reader

Ghost X reader dating hc

Ghost X Reader ‘roommates’

Ghost X Reader Headcanons and Imagines

Ghost X Reader ‘Highschool to military love PT.1’

Ghost X Reader ‘Highschool to military love PT.2’

Ghost X SingleMum!Reader Fluff

Ghost X Reader Imagine

Ghost X Reader Imagine

Ghost X Reader Smut blurb

☆ Colby Brock:

Colby X reader smut

Colby X reader comfort

Jealous!Colby X reader (situationship)

Colby X Reader Suggestive Truth or drink

Colby X Reader suggestive Truth or drink part 2

Colby X Reader Suggestive who is most likely to

Colby X Reader “Say it and I’m yours”

Colby X Reader, Cheat

Colby X Reader NSFW Alphabet

Headcanons :)

Colby X Reader Suggestive

Colby X Reader, “Second Chance Romance”

Colby X Reader Fluff

☆ Jake Webber:

Possessive/Jealous! Jake X Reader smut

Jake X MusicalArtist! Reader

Jake X MusicalArtist! Reader Part 2

Jake Webber X Reader Fluff

Jake Webber X Reader Fluff

Jake Webber X Reader NSFW alphabet

Jake Webber X Reader Smut

Headcanons :)

Jake Webber X Reader Smut

Jake Webber X Reader Angst-Comfort

Headcanons

Jake Webber X Reader Christmas special! :)

Jake Webber X Reader Christmas Special! :) Pt.2

Jake Webber X Virgin!Reader Smut

Jake Webber X Insomniac!Reader Fluff

☆ Johnnie Guilbert:

Johnnie Guilbert X Reader Fluff

Johnnie Guilbert X Reader Smut

Johnnie Guilbert X Reader Headcanons

Johnnie Guilbert X Reader Smut

Headcanons :)

Johnnie Guilbert X Reader NSFW Alphabet

Johnnie Guilbert X Reader Fluff

Johnnie Guilbert X Band!Reader

Headcanons

Johnnie Guilbert X Reader Comfort

Johnnie Guilbert X Reader Christmas Special! :)

Sfw alphabet

Johnnie Guilbert X Reader Fluff

Johnnie Guilbert X Lyric Writer!Reader Fluff

☆ Sapnap:

Sapnap X Reader fluff

Sapnap X Reader NSFW Alphabet

☆ Sam Goldbach:

Headcanons :)

☆ JSchlatt:

Short imagines + headcanons :)

NSFW ALPHABET

☆ Ted Nivison:

Brainrot

MrBeast Boyfriend Challenges,Fluff

High!Ted Headcanons

Ted soulmate thoughts

Someone special

☆ Dream

Because i liked a boy

Nostalgia Comfort

☆ No name

Daddy issues,the neighbourhood

☆ Andre Lee

NSFW headcanons :3

Non applicable:

☆ James Marriot

N/A

☆ Josh lin

N/A

☆ Rosa Diaz

N/A

[ethearecals]

“you’re too sweet for me” part two

read part 1 here!

wc: 693

summary; you partially own your mums coffee & flower shop, so it’s no secret that you’d have a little (big) work crush on a boy whom you only know from his signature on the receipts.

ships; poly!marauders x fem!barista!reader

contents; mild language, sirius is a flirt, slight gilmore girls reference

*ring, ring.*

“hello?”

“hey, darling.”

oh gods… that familiar voice… he called you… didn’t he?

“o-oh, hi.”

“you sound surprised, was i not supposed to call the cute girl who works at my favorite coffee shop?”

fuck, here comes the blush.

“i-i just.. didn’t expect you to want too.”

“well, i did want too.”

you could almost hear his cocky grin.

“so, since we’re calling, i was just wondering if we could go out sometime? just casual, getting to know eachother?”

he sounded so confident.

“m-me? you want to go out with.. me?”

“you are the person i’m asking, love.”

“…”

“so.. is that a yes—“

“yes! yes! i mean— sure… that sounds…. fun?”

“great— oh! and i’m sure you won’t mind my boyfriends joining, hm?”

“boyfriends…? fuck! i knew he wasn’t single—“

“they’d like to get to know you as much as i would.”

“… they would?”

“mmmhm.”

“that’s fine.”

“perfect, i’ll pick you up from the shop at eight, will your mum mind?”

“i don’t think so— no.”

“perfect, see you then. love.”

“s-see you!”

“…mum!!! i’ve got a date with my favorite customer.”

you raced upstairs.

shaking your nerves out was a bit more difficult than it seemed, you had dreamed of this moment ever since Sirius had merely stepped into your shop.

though you never expected to go on a date with him and his two boyfriends.

"what's the hand shaking for, sweetheart?" your mum lovingly placed her hands on your shoulders to try and ease any anxiety.

"mum... its not... just Sirius."

"Oh, is it those two other boys aswell?"

"...how do you know about Remus and James?"

"They come into the florist section of the shop every saturday to purchase flowers for Sirius.

"Oh."

"Sweetie, you do not need to be nervous. you look so beautiful."

"thanks, mum."

You smiled sweetly up to your mum, before you heard a knock on the door of your apartment.

"Go get em', sweetie."

you smiled back at her, as you turned the door knob anxiously.

"hi, Sirius.'

"Hi... y-y/n"

poor thing might've been just as nervous as you were.

"y-you look... very nice..."

he smiled.

"thank you."

"Remus and James are in the car, are you ready to go?"

you nodded lightly, and he led you to the car. you felt your stomach flutter as he opened the car door for you, motioning for you to get in.

you were sat next to Remus, he put his book down and greeted you politely.

"you look lovely, Y/N."

"thank you, Remus. so do you."

you could tell James was nervous, he smiled back to you and complimented your looks.

after a small debate on where to go and what to do, you ultimately decided on going to an old library (you loved reading, so it was up your alley)

the date was so lovely, it almost felt like you guys had known eachother for years.

was it just your imagination? or did they really like you back? was it too good to be true? you couldn't decide, and you found yourself dreading the date ever ending.

but all things come to an end, but hopefully this was the start of something life changing.

you pulled into your apartments parking lot, and you were helped out of the car by James.

"it was lovely, tonight."

he smiled at your slightly flustered expression.

"i really enjoyed it..."

you met his gaze, and you yearned for more than just eye contact.

you stopped at your front door, he faced you with a slight blush on his face.

"..can i kiss you?"

"James-"

"please?"

"o-okay..."

he leaned down, pressing his plump lips against your soft ones. basking in the glory of finally kissing you.

his lips tasted like straight heaven, and his hand crept to the small of your back. leaning into your lips until you both broke off.

"t-thank you..."

he chuckled softly at your chosen words.

"have a goodnight, love."

he smiled, and left you at the front door.

suddenly, your mum swung the door open, causing you to jolt.

"mum!"

"you said thank you? sweetheart he kissed you, don't say thank you."

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[lilyflowerstories]

A Veil Of White

Pairings: Sirius x Remus, Sirius x Reader, Wolfstar x Reader

| Part 1 | Part 2 coming soon

Warnings for the series: light violence, angst, light smut

Word Count: 3.6k

Synopsis: 15 years ago you fell through the veil. A little less than 15 years later, Sirius followed. He expected death. No one returned from the veil so that was the only logical conclusion. What he didn't expect was to meet you again.

This story was inspired by @ellecdc and her anon who had this absolutely stellar headcanon that you should read right here. I kind of ignored like half the idea in regards to pairing but it's a fresh spin, that's what we do around here babes.

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Remus thought it could never happen again. But magic was a strange thing. His memories seemed to flash by him in slow motion, starting with the day he graduated Hogwarts.

You weren’t posing for pictures with everyone else and your parents weren’t taking them for once. Instead, the three of you were far away from the marauders and the rest of your friends as you signed a contract. Remus — and the others, although they were trying to act like they weren’t — watched you finally sigh in relief. 

“Is it done?” Sirius asked. 

You nodded, holding up your version of the contract that freed Frank from all responsibilities regarding your very unplanned baby. He didn’t even have to pay any child support. Your family could more than afford it. What you and Frank wanted was a clean break away from each other. With the support of your friends, you were more confident about your decision. Still nervous, but confident. 

You clapped your brother on the shoulder. “Jamie, do me a favor and go elope or have a baby or something. Anything to make you the family disappointment again.” 

Everyone else smiled as James protested about ever being the family disappointment, only for Fleamont and Euphemia to inform him that he wasn’t a disappointment but he wasn’t the favorite child either. James crossed his arms. 

“How are we still counting Regulus? He ran away. That makes me at least the third favorite child… Is it running away if you go back to your original parents?” 

Fleamont shrugged. “He’ll be back. Let’s not make you upset by dropping the ranking when he does. Best to keep it as is.” 

Sirius, not caring that he wasn’t the first or second favorite on account of sneaking Moony in after curfew on multiple occasions, howled in laughter. He did it again when only two years later he was staring at another baby in a crib. This time James’ son. Sirius picked Harry up, propping him up on a single hip, and bringing him to the kitchen where everyone else was. 

“Moons, promise me that we aren’t adopting or getting anyone pregnant until we’re thirty.” 

“I’d love to make that promise, Pads, but clearly you Potters are cursed. Count your days before we end up with our own.” 

It was a joke. That was all it was ever meant to be. No one in the kitchen at Potter Manor ever predicted it coming true. Only a few weeks after that hangout, everyone abandoned the manor when the war suddenly ramped up. James, Lily, and Harry went into hiding. Regulus did come back, spending lots of nights painfully fighting with his brother about both of their regrets in how he left. He proved himself useful as a spy. Remus moved back in with his dad, towing Peter along, while his mum and Peter’s parents hid themselves in the muggle world. Your parents took your baby girl while you spent most of your days at Hogwarts as a teaching assistant, pretending to know nothing of your brother or the Order. 

You weren’t stupid though. James and Lily couldn’t bear you not being the Secret Keeper but they needed another one because of how obvious you were. You chose Peter. Sirius was too obvious, Remus wasn’t the best occlumency, and the girls were in the field too often to take the risk. Peter was unassuming. No one but your friend group noticed him. Death eaters would be the same way. 

None of you realized you had underestimated him. Honestly, no one really knows what happened. One minute, you were calling Remus for help as you tried to hold off Voldemort long enough for James and Lily to take Harry and run. The next minute all of them arrived just as you grabbed Harry while James grabbed Lily. You were more skilled in apparating. It was safer if you took Harry and met your brother and sister-in-law at your parents’ house. But you had to get a bit farther before you risked the death eaters being able to hold onto you.

They heard and saw the killing curse fired. They saw you turn to shield your nephew just as the curse hit you in the back. And they saw Harry drop from your arms as you fell into some veil at the same time the curse touched you. What they weren’t sure they saw was Voldemort suddenly disappearing or exploding or vanishing. No one really knew even to this day. 

Harry was fine. Maybe he didn’t drop but you set him down? Although, would you have time to when a killing curse was pretty instant? Your body was never recovered. It disappeared through the veil in Godric’s Hollow. The stone archway disappeared a few days later. They buried an empty casket at your funeral. 

Remus and Sirius took in your daughter, Lorelei, because the war was still going on even after Voldemort’s disappearance. Once it finally ended a few months later, no one had the heart to take her away from them. James and Lily gladly gave them custody. It wasn’t like Harry wouldn’t see his cousin nearly everyday anyway. They were all content and slowly healing for eleven calm years. 

And then Voldemort returned. Something they always anticipated after Regulus informed them of horcruxes but only got one and had yet to figure out how to destroy it. But while they had anticipated it back in the day, they started to forget over the years. And no matter what, they never expected the children to be directly involved. The children shouldn’t have to be involved. 

That’s what Remus thought as he stormed through the Department of Mysteries with the rest of the Order. He nearly froze in his place when he saw the veil. Of all places for it to end up, it had to be here right now. He didn’t understand it but magic was a strange thing. And when Sirius began to fall through the smoky white filling the archway, Remus could do nothing but stare as he held his daughter back from following her father and never returning. 

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Sirius felt the pain of the curse Bellatrix lobbed at him. But as quickly as the blinding pain happened, it went away. It was nice to know death was painless. And he was still conscious so maybe there was an afterlife after all. Sirius wasn’t sure but he couldn’t do anything at the moment. He couldn’t move his body at all. But he was moving somehow. Feeling slowly started to return to Sirius’ body and he realized he was starting to get soaked through with what he hoped was water. 

He stared up at the sky, waiting for more feeling to return, as he continued to float down the river. It was a beautiful day. Time must have worked the same in the afterlife because it was daytime when he entered the Department of Mysteries. He heard a gasp. Sirius closed his eyes as two hands struggled to lug him out of the water. His legs were still jelly that he couldn’t even help the figure take him all the way to wherever he was going. Maybe he should have been more concerned but he was already dead so what’s the worst that could happen. He was taken all the way inside a house. Or at least he thought it was a house. Eyes still closed, Sirius let himself be hauled up onto what definitely felt like couch cushions beneath him. 

“I haven’t had a guest in so long. I’ll go make some soup.” 

His eyes popped open at the sound. He recognized that voice. But that was impossible. The moment he regained feeling, Sirius sat up and practically ran to the kitchen where he heard humming. His hands reached out without thinking, turning you by the shoulders. 

“Y/N?” 

“Who? I call myself Gardenia.” You pointed out the window. “After the gardenias outside.” 

“No. You’re Y/N P— Y/N P… I’m Sirius Bl— Sirius Bl… Why can’t I remember my last name?” 

“It happens. You’re lucky I’m here. No one was around for me and when I passed out, I forgot everything except leaving the river. Almost forgot I could do magic until I just found this wand.” 

“When I pass out?” 

You nodded. “Should be happening soon. Don’t worry, I’ll remember your name.” 

“No, wait. You’re Y/N P— that’s not important. You’re Y/N… fuck, last name isn’t important. Okay and you disappeared on Halloween in…” 

Your eyes flitted down as the man in front of you passed out just like you said. At least you could remember two things for him. His name was Sirius. Yours was apparently Y/N. You liked that. It sounded nice. Setting a timer, you floated the man back to the couch now that you had your wand on you and returned to the soup. He lasted a while before fainting so he’d probably be out longer than you and most of your guests were.

A second timer went off just as you added the final ingredients to the soup. Your bread was finally finished proofing. Just in time for your new dinner guest. The real question was how long would Sirius be staying. The longest guest you had was a child who stayed with you for a few good years before you helped them get into Ilvermorny for their final two years of schooling. 

Something smelling like a warm hug woke Sirius up from his slumber. He slowly sat up, looking around at his unfamiliar surroundings. The very definition of cottage, complete with a fluffy cat in his lap and looking perturbed that he got up. Running a hand through his hair, he took a deep breath. 

“This is not what I thought the afterlife would look like.” 

A soft laugh caught his attention. 

You set down the perfectly crusted bread on a serving plate. “You’re not dead, Sirius.” 

“You know my name? I don’t even know my name.” 

“You told me before you fainted.” 

“What else did I tell you?” 

Sirius’ shoulders slumped when you told him that he was only able to mention his name. Groaning, he finally got to his feet. You pointed to a dresser with various sizes and styles of clothing for guests to choose from. Sirius tried his hardest to remember what would suit him but couldn’t for the life of him. He was sure that he didn’t dress like this smarmy aristocrat everyday and must’ve been in the middle of a dinner party when he died. That didn’t give him much style ideas to go off of. In the end, he chose a pair of corduroy trousers, a plain white t-shirt, and a sweater vest. 

He looked himself over in the mirror. The look didn’t fit him at all but it brought on an odd sort of comfort. Not wanting to mull it over much longer, he made his way to the dining table that separated the living room and kitchen. 

“So, how are you sure I’m not dead?” he asked as he began buttering the slice of bread he cut. 

You grabbed your wand and flicked on the radio. Sirius listened intently as the news played. You flicked on the tv in the living room to show a different news program. He still wasn’t convinced but agreed that if the news said tomorrow’s date in the morning then he would believe it. You led him to one of the guest bedrooms, telling him where everything was and that he should treat the place as his own while he’s here. 

Sirius went through all the rooms, except yours, picking clothes in each of the wardrobes and drawers that he thought would be nice for him. He returned to see a nice basket with new underwear and toiletries. They were generic so all guests could use them but Sirius appreciated the gesture nonetheless. You gently called his name. Turning, he saw you leaning against the doorway. 

“I have to go to the farmers market tomorrow, you’re welcome to tag along if you want.” 

He snorted. “There are farmers markets in the afterlife? Sure.” 

“Not the afterlife.” 

“I’ll believe it when I hear it.” 

“Goodnight, Sirius.” 

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It might have been petty but, when morning came, you turned the radio to its loudest volume. Humming to yourself, you began to pack up for the market. This wasn’t always your home after washing up the river. The river outside wasn’t even the same one. You had washed up some river in France. Unfortunately, the person that found you and had a similar set up as yours was out of town when you passed through the veil. If you had washed up two days later then maybe you would have had a chance to tell someone your name or any information. It was too late though. 

By the time Delacoeur found you passed out in her lavender bushes, you could only remember that you were a witch. It could have been worse. Delacoeur was an amazing mentor. She had been through the veil herself about twenty years ago. The old woman wasn’t the first to own what she loving called the hotel for forgetful and lost souls. By the time you were well enough to rest, you had renamed yourself several times, remembered you were British, and found yourself staying in a nice wizarding village just outside of Liverpool. 

Sirius stumbled out of bed, making his way into the kitchen. He quirked an eyebrow at your fluttering about. You motioned to the radio and he just sighed. 

“Fine, I’m not dead.” 

“Glad we’ve established that. Do you want to come to market with me?” 

“I thought you’d be buying,” he said as he began packing up the rest of your stuff. 

“I make money this way.” 

“Enough to afford all of this?” 

You nodded. “People love fresh produce and baked goods. Muggles, especially. They can’t get enough. Finish washing up, while I load these into the cart. Oh and if you need a refresher, I have loads of spell books on that shelf over there. Not everyone remembers everything they learned.” 

Sirius hadn’t really thought about magic. He grabbed a couple books and some inconspicuous dust jackets to put over them when he came back downstairs. You were already outside, loading up the last of the goods. It took everything in him not to laugh. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it certainly wasn’t a stand on wheels attached to the back of a multi person bicycle. 

“Usually it’s just me but the extra manpower is so helpful that I bought this bike awhile ago so I wouldn’t have to keep switching them in and out. You ready?” 

The ride to the market was peaceful, if not a bit silly to Sirius. But he enjoyed it somehow. You finally reached your destination well before any customers arrived. Sirius sat awkwardly on the stool you gave him while you set up. You were mingling with the other vendors, dancing to the music someone set up, and making sure your stand was perfect. It was pretty clear that you had some sort of well-established life. Hopefully, he could get to that point as well. 

“How many people have stayed with you before?” Sirius asked suddenly, watching you out of the corner of his eye as you handed a customer a box of croissants. 

“Hmm, depends on how you count it.” 

“Depends?” 

“There’s this old woman in France who has done this for years. She and her family have a hotel for people like us. Usually after I’ve made sure anyone I find is okay, I’ll give them her address.” 

“Well then, how many guests stay after they’ve been wellness-checked?” 

“Sixty.” 

“Sixty?” he nearly choked on his water. 

“I’ve been here for about fifteen years, you know. That’s only four guests a year.” 

Sirius nodded in satisfaction at that answer. It really wasn’t that many once you broke down the math. He asked many other questions throughout the day. If you were annoyed by any of them, you didn’t let it show. Everything was answered to the best of your ability and with a smile. The questions didn’t stop as you two packed up and cycled home. 

“I noticed a picture in the hallway. Do young kids come through the veil pretty often?” 

You shook your head. “I’ve only had a handful of them. Those break my heart the most, they’re always so scared at first. Everyone else chooses to live their new life. But Delacoeur and I try to help the kids get back if we can.” 

“Were you successful with the boy in the hallway?” 

“Sort of. Malcolm freaked out too much to even give me his name before fainting. We figured out that he was on vacation when he came through the veil which was why he ended up so far away from America. He was only twelve.” 

Sirius took the cash register inside for you. “Only twelve? That’s awful.” 

“It was the worst. He knew he was scheduled to go to Ilvermorny. Apparently he was homeschooled for first year. But because we didn’t know his real name and he hadn’t taken his pictures for school yet, we were stuck again. Malcolm decided to just go when he turned fourteen. He was a good kid, helped me at the market for extra money. He still writes every now and then. I went to his graduation two years ago. He has an internship at the MACUSA and is trying to find his parents.” 

You felt your shoulder grabbed before you could step further into the kitchen. Despite the protesting, Sirius made you sit at the table. You worked hard cooking for the market and then selling all those goods. The least he could do was make lunch. Hopefully. Blushing, he admitted that he couldn’t remember if he was a good cook. 

“Cookbooks are over there.” 

Sirius reached up to the floating shelf and grabbed a book with a bowl of French onion soup on the cover. He flipped through the pages with scrutiny, finally stopping at a recipe for fondant potatoes. 

“Does fondant potatoes and, er… soupe au pistou sound good?” 

You nodded, summoning a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Sounds perfect. If we’re going to have a French night we need good wine and music.” 

Sirius laughed as he opened the door of the pantry and started bringing out the necessary ingredients. Even though he didn’t really remember most of his life, conversation and stories still flowed easily between the two of you. You would mention something you sort of remembered from your past life and he would have a somewhat similar story he would tell. Neither one of you was able to come up with a complete tale or a story with full details but you two were having a good time nonetheless. It was like you were old friends. 

“We probably knew each other at school. Where did you attend? I can’t remember where I went.” 

“I never figured it out,” you said, shrugging. “Maybe Hogwarts but I washed up in France so maybe Beauxbatons or one of their smaller schools. I showed up with only three galleons in my pocket so the amount of schools I could’ve attended in this area could have been all of them. Wasn’t worth it to check after the first three schools turned up with no results.” 

“If I remember then we can see if we were classmates.” 

“Sounds like a plan.”  

You changed the radio to a station that you knew played French music to really set the tone. As Sirius put the final cut of vegetables in the soup, you summoned a chess set and a miniatures build you started working on the morning Sirius had arrived. One of the kids showed you some sets when you were staying at the hotel and it became a pretty fun hobby. You had gotten really good at them but the simple kits were often more enjoyable.

Under your breath, you began to sing along with the radio as you spread out the pieces for a miniature wand shop. Whenever you had too many miniatures, you’d sell them at market or give them away for free at the end of the day. You looked up when Sirius began singing as well. It seemed like he finally registered what he was doing just as he took the potatoes out of the oven.  

“I speak French? Merlin’s Beard, I know French.” A large smirk spread over his face as he turned to look at you. “Tu sais la français est une langue de la romance.” 

You snorted. “I hate to break it to you but I spent a good year and half in France. And while your flirting skills are impeccable, men in sweater vests aren’t my type. Especially when they’re drowning in it.” 

“Hey! Don’t diss the sweater vest. I feel oddly attached to it.” 

You took a bite of potatoes. “Keep cooking like this and I’ll never diss the sweater vest again.” 

“Deal.” 

Sirius sat down at the table, cracking his knuckles before finally pulling out his wand. A simple levitation spell was a good place to start. He beamed as the wine bottle lifted with no problem and poured into his glass. You lowered the radio a little, moving the chess set to the center of the table as Sirius placed the dishes on the side. The afternoon was peaceful as you two ate lunch, played chess, and toasted to this new or maybe old friendship.

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[padfootdaredmetoo]

Tommy x wife reader: Charlie and Ruby are theirs (no grace or lizzie) and they have a few other children, in order of their ages: Charles (Charlie) James (Jamie) Edward (Teddie) Ruby (Ru)

And just after Ruby dies and Tommy finds out he’s dying, his wife finds out she is pregnant again and she is just traumatised by it as she’s lost her only daughter and her aunt-in-law and about to lose her husband too

But Tommy doesn’t die and they have a baby girl, who they name Rose Elizabeth, because Ruby loved roses and after Polly and they nickname her Posy as a portmanteau of Rosy and Polly

Hey Love,

Sorry it took forever. This one is pretty sad and I really enjoyed writing it. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Peaky Themes, Childbirth, Child death, grieving.

Not a single dull day had passed in Arrow House. It was always loud as the children ran around causing chaos. Today was so silent you could drop a tack in the kitchen and hear it in the attic. 

You lay on the floor of your youngest daughter's room. Your little girl. The grief clenched in your chest and you felt your heart miss a beat as your body twisted in on itself. You’d never felt such a loss in your life. 

Now you have a baby in your stomach, your husband is going to die leaving you with three boys. You knew you should be with him, enjoy his presence while you have him here amongst the living.

How could you worry about anything after watching your daughter slip from the world just a day ago? You remember holding her hand and singing to her. Thomas holding it together just until her eyes fluttered closed before falling apart in a way you didn't think him capable of. 

You sat there silently. Something deep inside you felt at peace. She was safe where she was. Polly was with her. Knowing something deep in your soul had never taken away from the way your brain and body worked. 

Your body hadn’t stopped shaking since it happened. Your limbs vibrating as you lay on her pink carpet. You felt discarded like all the stuffies and dolls that lay on the floor around you. Without her to come and breathe life into you, you would stay on the carpet like a doll. 

Teddie was the first person to find you. His small body came and curled up against your side. The warmth of him seeped into your icy body. 

A mother could only stop being a mother once she had no children left. And you had three. This moment of sadness and grief couldn't go on for the eternity you felt it needed. You had boys to wrangle. Little Ruby adored her brothers and you knew she wouldn't ever forgive you if you let them down. 

With the strength of a British Mum, you brushed the tears off your cheeks with the side of your hand. You sat up even though every selfish part of you screamed to lay back down on that carpet. To rot away to a place where you could hold her again. 

“Hey, Teddie.” You whispered running a hand down the small boy’s back. 

“Mum I’m hungry.” He mumbled.

“Teddie! Dad said we have to leave her alone.” Charlie was in the doorway, with his arms crossed. His tone was angry and you could swear he looked years older than the last time you saw him. 

“Darling, never leave me alone.” You said giving him a serious look. His face faltered slightly as he took in your words. “I’m still a mum. And mum’s make dinner, let’s go. Into the kitchen.” 

Teddie was happy and you picked him up even though he was far too big for that now. Walking down the hallway, Charlie surprised you when he opened Jamie’s door. 

You sat Teddie on his favorite spot on the counter and started getting out various pots and pans. 

“She’s up.” He said and your middle boy came into the hallway. Silently the four of you made it into the kitchen. Grief was creeping in all the shadows of the room as Charlie made a fire. 

“Ruby isn't coming home is she?” Teddie asked. Charlie let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose in the way only the eldest child could. 

“No, she’s with Aunt Polly now. They live in the sky.” Jamie answered softly. You gripped the edges of the pot tightly as you pushed down the intense feelings threatening to overflow again. 

The window opened and you could hear her voice on the wind that whipped around your face. 

Keep Going.  

That’s what you did. Death be dammed you’d made a deal with God to sacrifice and survive for these boys and that’s what you would do. 

With a cracking heart you closed the window and looked around the kitchen at the boy's stunned faces. 

“Please tell me you heard that as well right?” Charlie said with wide eyes. 

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One dinner down a lifetime left to go. 

The weeks turned into a month and the pain did not relent. You had no moments of peace only the love felt by shared grieving. Esme was always around now. All the kids lumped together in Arrow House like the days of the Changretta feud. She made sure your hair got brushed and your outfits matched. 

Arthur came around every day. He kept Tommy together while they worked out all this conflict. He feels a war is coming and you couldn't imagine it could be anything worse than the one raging in your mind. Alfie stops by and tells you things that confirm it will be much worse. 

Three boys, and a war. 

You put your make-up on so you have a reason not to cry during the day. 

You spend every evening with Tommy. You know what he is doing is important. It could change the outcome for the rest of the families on the planet. So you sacrifice your time with him and survive on the couch reading. When really you just stare into the fire wishing everything would burn up to be reborn as something new. 

Three boys and one more undetermined in your stomach. Your hand rested there often. You expected to lose the baby so you didn't really think about it. If they did come into this world you prayed it would be before Tommy passed. Grieving with a baby in your stomach would be easier than grieving with a newborn. But you wanted them to meet their father, even if it was for a fleeting moment. You would suffer and survive. 

Tommy finally got over himself and got a second opinion. He hated doctors and you expected him to be in a foul mood when he got back from a series of appointments in London. Alfie accompanied him back and you placed a plate of biscuits and cups of tea on the kitchen table. The kitchen was for family, but Alfie somehow managed to get an invitation out of Tommy. You were always happy to see him, but were wary of the news he often brought these days. You took a seat and he grabbed your hand and held it.  Your mind flashed back to the good old days when something so small would have sent Tommy after him in a rage. 

Alfie knew better than to ask how you were keeping. Tommy finally sat down at the head of the table, he looked pale. Too pale to drive, which explains why Alfie had come back with him. 

“I’m not sick.” His eyes closed and he leaned back against the chair. 

“What?” You whispered. 

“The f-uck-ing doctor was working for that stupid mustache piece of shit,” Alfie said his voice was venomous but his smile was unshakeable. 

“You're not going to die.” Your eyes moved to Tommy and he shook his head.  

“Going to have to wait a while longer to steal you away, love.” Alfie's voice was all humor now, but he knew it was time to let go of your hand when Tommy flashed him a look. The look of the old Tommy. 

“I’m pregnant.” You blurted out. 

“Looks like I dodged a bullet. Last thing I wanted to be raising up another little Shelby brat.” Alfie was laughing and Tommy smiled. A genuine smile. 

You were happy, and then the brutal deafening sadness crashed down on you. The sheer panic of having a child hits again and the nausea has you throwing your head back in the sink. Tommy is there pulling your hair up. 

“Like she would ever go for you,” Tommy said easily taking a sip of tea.

“Shit,” Alfie says from the counter near you. He gets a glass for Tommy to fill with water. 

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You told Esme and you both held on to each other as you cried. 

“I never thought I would say this but thank God Tommy will be alright.” She shook her head as the words strangled her. “You’ll never have to know what it’s like to raise em up with out their father.” 

You both cried on the kitchen floor for a long while. 

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The time came and you had high blood pressure meaning you had to do things in the hospital. Something that made everything a thousand times more painful. But that was your baby, and you would sacrifice and they would survive. 

They kept trying to medicate you and Esme kept throwing nurses out of the room screaming at them in Romani when English wasn't scary enough. In the thick of it you kept crying out for Polly. 

You didn't want these strangers to help you. They didn't care about you or your baby. They weren't family. Arthur came and spoke to Esme in the doorway for a moment. You expected news that Tommy wouldn't make it in time or that something worse had happened. 

Instead, Esme handed you one of Polly’s rosaries to hold. You gripped the cold crystal beads and felt yourself split apart over all the reasons you were crying. 

Tommy showed up and commanded the room with Esme. The window blew open letting cold air around the room and you could feel her love for you. 

You gave birth to a little girl. 

There were no pictures taken as you bawled. You got her latched on to your breast and cried and cried. The nurses kept pushing for sedation but Esme started at them and Tommy pointed towards the door. Arthur came in and read a passage from his bible for you. You're not sure why exactly but it helped. It felt like a blessing that this baby would be alright. 

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You brought her home the same night, itching to get out of the hospital. You carried her in and watched all your boys get excited. You handed her off to Charlie first. 

“I love it when they look like grumpy old men,” Jamie said with a smile, Teddie let out a loud laugh. 

“She does look like an old man.” 

“What did you name her?” Charlie asked his finger tracing down the slope of her nose. 

“Rose Elizabeth,” Tommy said sitting next to him placing his arm around his eldest son. 

“Posy then,” Charlie said with a sense of finality. 

Charlie, Jamie, Teddie, and Posy. Your heart was happy and sad at the same time. 

Jamie came round and put his arm around you. 

“Love you mum.” He whispered and you wondered when he got old enough to kiss the top of your head. The boys were strong like their father, and you had no doubts they were strong enough to carry you and Posy.

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This chunk of time was easier than it was with the other four kids. Tommy took time off. Churchill had other moves he wanted to play and for now, Tommy wasn’t involved. 

He’d sit while you breastfed in the night, he’d change nappies, and read stories. You watched him be a girl dad again and the pain was harsh and beautiful at the same time. 

Esme helped you take down Ruby’s room. The idea of moving one of the boys to a different floor or wing of the house made your skin itch. Ruby’s room needed to be emptied. 

You aired the room out and you knew that she would be happy about giving it to her sister. Esme assured you at every turn that she wouldn't be angry at you. 

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Eventually Arrow House moved on. Posy was very attached to the idea she had both an Aunt and a sister in the sky watching over her. 

The war came and what was left of the family did what they had to do. Thankfully Posy was there with you so you were never alone.

Thankfully when it was all over all your boys came home to you.

[fantasyandshit]

You saved me

Type: one shot

Pairing: Sirius black x sister reader

⚠️ WARNING⚠️

This one shot is very graphic and includes themes such as- Rape, torture, sexual assault, abuse to the extreme, and more- this is a very very triggering and graphic one shot, reader discretion is advised

Minors do not interact!

(Some people may be disgusted by what I’ve put out, however this is a one shot I made to almost represent my feelings after childhood trauma and being a victim of rape and sa- this is a very sad fic but one I related to in the sense it represents feelings and emotions- I didn’t go through these events myself)

I want to make it clear- I am here for every single one of you- I always will be an open source- you can vent to me about anything and everything and I will always listen and support you guys. I love y’all so much and hope you all know you are important to this world and are very amazing people.

“I just- I can’t with her. She is such an ass kiss to our parents! They beat me and Reggie but she could quite literally murder someone and they wouldn’t care because she is there perfect little death eater girl!”

I stare from behind the corner of the courtyard where Sirius- my older brother, complains to his friends about me. Tears spring to my eyes but I don’t let them fall as I run back to the Slytherin common room. Sirius doesn’t know, he doesn’t understand what the parents do to me, what people do to me behind closed doors: and he never will. He can’t, I have to protect him from that and if it means he hates me then so be it.

The next morning I walk to the great hall with my bags packed for winter break- Regulus is staying with some friends of his and Sirius is staying with the Potters- he’s been living with them for the past six months now and seems happier than ever and I’m so glad. No matter how upset mum and dad were with the decision, I’m both terrified and glad the boys will both be gone; terrified because it means there’s so much touching and beating that will come but glad they won’t have any chance of catching anything.

———

(Same day, Sirius pov)

“I just- I can’t with her. She is such an ass kiss to our parents! They beat me and Reggie but she could quite literally murder someone and they wouldn’t care because she is there perfect little death eater girl!”

I can’t help but complain to the boys about my sister, she is my parents golden child, always has been and probably always will be. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a dark mark under that stupid slytherin sleeve.

Suddenly, Regulus pops up behind me, “Sirius!”

“What?” He looks angry and that’s when I realize, “oh my godrick, tell me you aren’t trying to defend that brat!”

“You really are unbelievable brother, have you not noticed-“ a sigh as he looks down, “Sirius she’s dead, she’s not the sister she used to be, she has no life behind her eyes, no mischief that once was there- remember? Remember all the pranks you played? The spark in her eye? It’s gone, something is going on. Something she won’t let us know about.”

I take a moment and think…oh my godrick gryffindor, Reggie is right, something is going on. I look up to see the other nodding along as pieces click in our brains, “They don’t expect either of us at home, we could sneak in to figure out what’s going on?”

“That’s a good idea, I’ll be to the potters residents in two days time.” We make more plans and then split for now, waiting anxiously to carry out the plan.

———

Me, James, Remus, and Regulus hide behind a wall in the invisibility cloak and that’s when I see my sister walk into the living room, her head down and her hair pulled into a high pony, her skinny body-skinnier than I ever remember- covered in bruises and scars only in some flimsy, black lace lingerie. What.the.fuck. Is happening? Me and regulus meet each others gazes, both confused, heated with anger, and sadness.

My sister sits on the couch defeated and only seconds later I see five good friends of fathers- all in their late 40’s to 50’s walk into the room. All in simple boxers and or pants- none with shirts. That’s when I realize what’s going on, rage takes over my body and I almost jump out into the living room but am quickly grabbed by my brother.

He shakes his head no, he too looks absolutely enraged but we have to wait a little bit longer.

———

(Same time Yn’s pov)

The men walk into the room and I simply stare into the distance as they advance.

I’m slapped around a few times, they man handle me till I’m crying and bleeding, raping me more times then I care to count. Drool, tears,sweat, and blood dripping down my face by the time they are done, I’m completely numb. Mum and dad walk in the room asking the men how it was and completely ignoring me.

“Absolutely horrible, she was quiet as a mouse and had no fight in here, she laid there like nothing.”

“Oh really?” Mom’s gaze snaps to me, I can’t bring myself to lift my heavy head from where it lays but I know what’s coming.

Her wand flicks and I’m strung up by my arms, I’m whipped 55 times till I’m shaking with cuts digging deep in my flesh. Finally, the part I’ve been dreading the most- my mom’s wand raises above her head, “Crucio!” Pain overwhelms me and I thrash in my restraints, piss joining the bodily fluids already leaking from my body.

After I can’t tell how long I’m near passing out and I hear crashes and bangs, distant voices and foot steps, I hear curses thrown and defenses drawn. My eyes are nearly closed but I hear someone skid over to me, cutting me from my restraints and carefully lowering me into their lap.

I look up from where my head lays on the persons legs as they brush hair out of my face, swiping away tears and blood, drool and who else knows what with their sleeve. As they stroke my sticky cheek I see who it is…

“Sirius?” My voice cracks, horse and weak.

“I’ve got you sis, just shh, and stay awake okay? I’ve got you now, we’re gonna save you.” My big brother carefully picks me up, carrying me from the mansion as people follow after, the potters waiting out in the front frantically.

“Boys, what’s happened? What-oh dear Godrick. Hurry, we’ll get her to Saint Mungoes. (I think that’s the name?)” Mrs Potter moves forward quickly at the sight of my broken body.

“Boys.” Mr potters voice is stern as he addresses the teenage boys in question, “tell me exactly what’s happened.”

———

I wake up on a couch, a thin blanket covering my shivering body. I panic for a moment, just before Mrs.Potter rounds a corner with a bowl of water and a rag. “Oh Yn! You’re finally awake dear!”

“I’m-I’m sorry- what’s going on?”

A look of grief and sadness washed over her as she replies, “oh love- you were injured- bad, luckily the boys found you and saved you, we brought you to St.Mungos but after a week they said to bring you back home and let you keep healing. You’ve been out a totally of 10 days love.”

“Oh- oh yeah. Ok. Wait you said the boys saved me?”

“Well yes, Your brothers, James, and Remus.” She dabs water on some healing cuts.

“Oh- where- where are they?”

“Hm, good question, one moment.” She turns to the stairs, “BOYS!”

After a few moments I hear four sets of foot steps stomping down the stairs, trampling over each other- “Yn!” Regulus flings into my arms, I wince but ignore my soreness.

“Hey little bro.” I smile and ruffle his hair as he moves.

“It’s good to see you awake Yn.”

“Thank you Remus- thanks to all of you.”

“Of course!” I look to James and give a small, grateful smile.

“Uh- y-Yn?”

“Hey big bro. Thank you. So much.”

Tears well in Sirius’ eyes? I’d never seen it before, “I’m so sorry.” He crumbles into my open arms as he sobs. I know why he’s apologizing and it’s not his fault. Tears of my own collect in my eyes as I hold him, patting his hair softly.

“It’s ok. It’s ok. I forgive you.”

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t- I didn’t know and I- oh I’ve been terrible.”

“Sirius, Sirius look at me.” I pull his head up, smoothing his hair and rubbing his cheeks, “it’s ok. I promise it’s all ok. I don’t blame you, I never have and I never will ok. You saved me- you saved me Sirius- thank you.”

He nods weakly as we hug again before he stands up, clearing his throat.

———

So this one’s been in my drafts for abouttttt three weeks now. I’ve been scared to release it ngl.

[hotchfiles]

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request by sweet darling @wisteria-cherry pairing: sirius x reader. summary: families are a tricky thing, sirius knows well. he comforts you about it whenever you need him too. content warnings: fluff, family issues, low self esteem. modern!au. word count: 900+

He hates seeing you like this, distraught, disappointed. Your eyes red from crying even though you've stopped doing so before he could pick you up at your place.

You both had a date and as soon as you called him to cancel he knew something was wrong, your voice cracking up, the soft sniffling you tried hard to conceal and the fact you never canceled plans with him before. His reaction was to tell you he was coming over, immediately leaving on his motorcycle in his pajama pants and t-shirt, worry making him too uneasy to even care about changing.

Sirius tried talking to you when he got to your place, but you refused to explain, telling him you wanted to go somewhere else. You felt so tired, so suffocated, it seemed the pressure you put on yourself was weighting on your lungs and ready to collapse. Who was he to deny a ride anywhere to his girl?

After all, he loved getting the little pink helmet he bought specifically for you and getting you to put it on and the feeling of your arms around his waist as you intertwined your hands on his belly, holding him close as he promised every single time that as long as you kept hugging him like that, he would never drop you.

He led you to the kitchen, sat you around the big table, kissed your forehead and let you breath as he went around looking for snacks you could get a tiny bit of serotonin from.

"A'ight princess, cookies, iced tea and a very, very concerned boyfriend are ready." The food is set in front of you and he sits on the chair by your side, scooching it closer and positioning himself in front of you, your hands are softly taken by his warm ones and you can feel his genuine concern.

You almost feel silly for what you're gonna tell him, he's so kind and loving and you knew he would never make you feel bad about your feelings. That worry was an automatic defense mechanism for you though, trying to make your sadness less of a big deal than it truly was.

"Just... You know, my parents." You let out a deep sigh, he knew what it was already. It wasn't news for him how you felt pressured to always strive to the best as a way to get their approval, never feeling enough, always feeling like a disappointment. Families were a touchy topic for Sirius, the first time you brought the subject up he told you how they were the wrong ones and how you shouldn't care what they thought of you.

He learned soon enough that was not what you needed from him, you cared and you wouldn't stop caring and wishing to be enough. It had been so long since he cared about what his mum thought of him he almost forgot what it was like. He saw the way you were tearing up again, a few tears falling against your own wishes.

The black haired man simply used both his thumbs to clean it up, lifting your chin so you would look straight into his eyes. "Hey, hey. Your parents love you, and they raised you, and they want what's best for you, right?" You nod into his hand, barely, "so you're more than enough for them. They might show it differently, they might see potential you don't, but they see you and won't ever be disappointed in you for trying your very best."

Families are a tricky thing and it wasn't easy for him to navigate through that, his mother was downright abusive, the Potters were loving, caring, but still Sirius sometimes noticed how Fleamont would push James to do more. How Remus felt he had to do more to honor his mother. He could see how that type of pressure could lead someone to feel less. He hated that, you were not even close to less anything. You were a lot, in the best way possible.

He pulls you into his lap, hugging you from the side and laying his head on the crook of your neck, taking advantage of the position to kiss your cheek countless times, trying to show through his affections how easy it was to love you, to feel proud of you. He knew you for so little time compared to your parents and he could die by how proud he always felt, how endlessly in awe you made him by how hard you tried at everything you did.

"The things I see in you, my love, aren't hidden in some sort of secret place. They are easy to see. To feel. I swear it's not me, it's you, and your folks surely see it too, a'ight?"

You nod again, not knowing how to respond such kind words from him, especially when there wasn't an ounce of hesitance while he spoke, he was so sure, it was a fact, not something he made up to comfort you only. How could you argue with that? If you could feel enough for other people, and if other people told you how great you were, how sweet you were... Then your parents saw it too. Surely, yeah?

His words calm you down, at least for now, it would be a long way before you could heal the self doubt you had when it came to your parents, but having him by your side... You knew you could do it.

[loverangels]

coach!james x single mum!reader

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The whistle blew, and the hum of Saturday morning excitement filled the park. Kids were running around, kicking balls, giggling, and shouting to their friends, while parents mingled on the sidelines with coffee in hand. You were keeping an eye on your six-year-old son, Elliot, who was bouncing on his heels next to the rest of his football team, eagerly waiting for practice to begin.

“Mum!” Elliot called out, waving at you with the brightest grin. “Did you see me kick the ball earlier? It went so far!”

“I did!” you called back, smiling at his enthusiasm. “You’re going to crush it today, buddy!”

You loved this little park, and the fact that Elliot had a chance to be part of a team. He was too young to take it seriously, but his joy and determination made your heart swell. Plus, volunteering at the park gave you the perfect excuse to keep an eye on him without hovering too much.

As you adjusted the snacks on the table, you glanced back to find Elliot happily chatting with his teammates. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride watching him engage with the other kids, the same pride that made you pause and take a deeper breath of contentment. You’d built a life that was busy and full, and yet, the sight of your son thriving in this environment always made everything feel right.

It was then that you noticed him—James Potter, the team coach. He strolled onto the field, looking more effortless than anyone should. He wore a loose black hoodie, his messy hair perfectly complementing his casual attire. But what really caught your attention was how he moved with an easy confidence, shoulders squared, his dark eyes scanning the kids as they stretched, a soft but focused grin playing on his lips. There was something so genuine about him. He had an air of playfulness that could disarm even the most reserved, but also a depth, like he cared more than he let on.

His presence always had this effect on you, but today it felt stronger. Maybe it was the way the sunlight hit his messy hair or how his smile seemed effortlessly charming. You found yourself stealing a glance at him, unsure if he noticed, but your heart gave an unexpected flutter when his gaze briefly flicked toward you. He smiled, that grin that made his eyes twinkle with mischief, and you quickly looked away, hoping he hadn’t caught you.

“Alright, team!” James shouted, clapping his hands to get the kids’ attention. “Who’s ready to show me what they’ve got today?”

The kids erupted in cheers, Elliot included. You couldn’t help but chuckle at their excitement—and at James, who somehow managed to look both effortlessly cool and completely chaotic at the same time. He just had that effect on people.

James bent down to Elliot’s level, holding up his hand for a high-five. “Elliot! You ready to score some goals today?”

“Yeah!” Elliot said, slapping James’s hand with all the strength his little body could muster.

“That’s what I like to hear,” James said, ruffling Elliot’s hair before turning his attention to the rest of the team.

You found yourself admiring the way he interacted with the kids. It was so natural, so warm. His patience and energy were impressive, and there was no denying that he had a way of drawing people in—especially the kids. It made you admire him more than you probably should, but you couldn’t help it. The way he was able to balance being fun with teaching them the right things—it was something rare. And that laugh of his? It was like music, an easy, carefree sound that made your heart skip a beat.

As the kids started their warm-ups, James glanced toward the sidelines—and caught your eye. His grin widened, a playful sparkle in his eyes, as he walked over to you, hands stuffed into the pockets of his track pants.

“Hey,” he said, his voice warm and friendly. “You’re Elliot’s mum, right?”

“That’s me,” you replied, extending your hand, introducing your name “Nice to officially meet you."

“James,” he said, shaking your hand. His touch was firm but not too strong, the kind of handshake that made you feel at ease. “Though I guess the kids have already made that pretty obvious.”

You laughed, nodding. “Elliot talks about you all the time. He thinks you’re the coolest person alive.”

James looked genuinely flattered, scratching the back of his neck. He had a slight blush on his cheeks as he rubbed his jaw. "Well, I try. But honestly, he’s got some real talent. Left-footed striker, right?”

You blinked, surprised he’d noticed such a specific detail about your son. “Yeah, he is. How did you—?”

James shrugged, his grin turning a little sheepish. “I pay attention. Plus, he’s always practicing that footwork drill I showed him. Kid’s got dedication.”

Your heart warmed at the obvious care he had for the team—and for Elliot. It was clear that James had a genuine interest in the kids beyond just coaching them. And as you looked at him now, standing in front of you, his messy hair, crooked glasses, and easy grin, you realized just how attractive he was. Maybe it was his effortless confidence or the way he didn’t try too hard—either way, there was something magnetic about him that you couldn’t quite shake.

“That means a lot,” you said, the words slipping out without thinking. “Elliot’s been so excited to play ever since he joined.”

“Well, he’s got a great cheerleader,” James said, gesturing toward you.

“Cheerleader slash taxi driver slash snack provider,” you joked, smiling. “It’s a whole package deal.”

James laughed, the sound light and genuine, before adding, “Parent life, huh?”

“Pretty much,” you said, glancing back at Elliot, who was now trying to dribble the ball while another teammate chased him. “But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

James followed your gaze, his expression softening. “He’s a good kid. You’ve done a great job.”

The compliment hit you unexpectedly, and you felt your cheeks warm, though you did your best to keep your cool. “Thanks,” you said softly. It meant more than you expected. "He’s my world.”

James paused, as if considering saying something else. But before he could, one of the kids called out to him, interrupting the moment.

“Coach! Timmy keeps stealing the ball!”

James sighed dramatically, throwing you an apologetic smile. “Duty calls. But, uh... I’ll see you after practice?”

“Sure,” you said, your voice suddenly feeling softer. You watched as he jogged back onto the field, his energy infectious, and you couldn’t help but feel a little warmth inside. Maybe it was the way he made everything seem so easy. Or maybe it was how you were starting to really notice just how much you liked him.

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[vinvantae]

Would you be up for more scotty x daniel x reader? I feel like they are such a funny trio😭

I’ve written it as a sequel to Playing Cupid ❤️ hope that’s what you were after! Sorry for the delay, hope you enjoy ☺️

Playing Stupid

It had been a year since you and Daniel had been set up by your best friend Scotty on a blind date and since then you’d somehow become even closer. And, you’d always been aware of it, but wherever there was Daniel, there was Scotty. Their friendship was one of your favourite things about your boyfriend and you more often than not found yourself joining in with their antics.

Poor Chloe

“Scotty! Why have I found 28 miniature ducks around the house?”

You bit your lip to hold back the smile as Chloe came into the living room - her hands cupped together to hold the small pile of yellow plastic.

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe.”

She frowned. “Daniel… y/n… why are there ducks all around my house.”

“We’ve definitely not hidden 100 of them.” Daniel said, as straight of a face as he could muster - it didn’t help that you were giggling into your hands.

“What the fuck.” She laughed. “Well that explained why I found one inside the bottle of hand soap.”

You wanted to tell her, you wanted to say you’d only hidden 99 but the three of you had spent so long placing them that you didn’t want to ruin the fun. And as time went on Chloe had started lining up each duck she found on the coffee table, a small army surrounding the coasters - a questioning brow raised by guests but not a word spoken as they knew just what kind of nonsense Scotty frequently got up to.

When you returned to the James household a few weeks later, the woman in question grabbed your biceps and squeezed. “Where is it?”

“Where’s what?”

“The last duck, y/n. I can’t find the last duck.”

You glanced at Scotty over your shoulder who gave you a pleading look not to say anything. “I don’t know which ones you’ve found, babe, so I won’t know which one you’re missing.”

She whined and smacked Scotty with the sleeve of her sweater. “I’m going to murder you all.”

“Just forget about the duck, babe. We’ve got company.” He hummed, winking in your direction. “Y/n, why don’t you come help me in the kitchen?”

You nodded and followed the snowboarder into the kitchen, placing the bottle of wine you’d brought with you on the counter. “This is going to drive that poor girl crazy, I think we need to come clean with her.”

“I will. Just… one more day.” He smirked. “So, you and Danny still going strong?”

“Yeah, thanks to you. Can’t believe it’s been a whole year.” You smiled softly, taking wine glasses as Scotty passed them to you. “It’s crazy how we could’ve been doing this the whole time.”

“You’re both idiots that’s why.”

You shoved him lightly. “Hence why we needed the captain of the idiots to shove us in the right direction.”

“Got that right, cheers to that.”

The two of you clinked empty wine glasses together before carrying drinks and snacks into the living room - where Daniel was desperately trying to hold in the laughter at the sight in front of him. Chloe was knelt in front of the coffee table showing him the ducks, explaining where she’d found each one. “I’m just missing one. Where did you put it?”

“It’s been weeks, Chlo. I can’t remember where we put every single bloody duck.” He chuckled, as you passed him an empty wine glass.

She groaned and took a glass as well. “The fuller the better, please.”

You shot Scotty a look. The poor girl was losing her marbles over a mini rubber duck. “Ugh, stop looking at me like that, Mum.”

Chloe’s eyes snapped up from her glass as Scotty filled it. “Where is it, do you know?”

She looked desperately between the three of you, a handful of ducks in the palm of her free hand.

“Listen, babe…” He took her glass from her and knelt down - both you and Daniel were trying your best to hold in the laughter as you knew what was coming next. “There was never 100 ducks.”

“…what.”

“There was never 100. We only hid 99.”

“You fucking assholes! Oh my god!” She smacked him - but she couldn’t help but start laughing. “You guys are so mean!”

“Love you too, babe.”

You and Daniel were absolutely losing it - the look on her face was one you’d remember for a long time and a prank you were sure Scotty and Daniel would be telling everyone and their aunt about. You looked to your boyfriend and smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Happy anniversary, idiot.”

“Happy anniversary, stupid. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Short and sweet ❤️ this was the fun one to write, thank you for suggesting it!

[ellecdc]

single mom lily x fem!reader?

reader works in an ice cream shop and cute little harry (im imagining hes like 4/5???) absolutely adores the place so lily brings him in for ice cream all the time and falls for reader bc she is just so good with harry

ok here's my attempt 😮‍💨 thought this idea was so cute though!

single mum!Lily Evans x fem!reader meet cute

Lily was very lucky and very grateful that Harry had been a generally easy child. He was so much like his father that, whilst it didn't translate into the romantic relationship most parents wished to enjoy, led to a wonderful son and the best co-parent a woman could ask for.

And because Harry was such an easy-going child, she was trying very hard to stay patient with him as she frantically texted with James.

L: James Potter, where in the buggering fuck is this ice cream place that has ‘spiderman’ ice cream!? J: LOL oh god sorry. It’s on the boardwalk near the ferry. L: Thank you 😮‍💨 J: He making a fuss? L: I think we may have been moments away from a stage five meltdown. J: Thoughts and prayers 🫡

One meltdown avoided later and they were finally walking into the quaint, family owned ice cream shop on the boardwalk by the ferry, just as James described.

“Oh no!” Harry cried dramatically, holding his little hands to his face.

“What is it, Haz?” Lily asked, looking around to see what could have possibly caused such worry in a five and a half year old. 

“The man!” He explained.

Which explained nothing at all to Lily, still looking around the shop in confusion.

“What man?”

“The man with the spiderman ice cream! He’s not here!” Harry cried, turning to his mum with tears magnified by his glasses as they began pooling in his eyes.

She was racking her brain for something to say to the boy when a bubbly voice trilled from behind the glass ice cream displays.

“Hello there! What can I get for you two?” You greeted the pair with a beaming smile. If Lily wasn’t so caught up with Harry, she would have likely taken a moment to admire your radiance.

“The man!”

Lily watched as your smile fell only slightly and you tilted your head in confusion. “Which man, sweets?”

“The man with the special ice cream! He made it after my favourite superhero!” Harry cried with a stomp on his foot.

Lily pulled Harry towards her as she offered you an apologetic smile.

“I’m so sorry, he came here with his father last week and I-”

But like a beautiful ethereal angel sent from Lily’s own personal heaven, you waved her off with an easy smile. “Not to worry at all, love. My dad is the better ice cream server, so I understand your disappointment, little man.” You empathised. “But!”

Harry perked up at that, standing a little taller as he looked at you expectantly. “He did tell me that a certain hero may be coming in to look for some special spidey ice cream; could that be you?” You stage whispered the end of your sentence to Harry, causing him to squeal in delight.

“Yes!”

“Oh thank goodness.” You said with a dramatic sigh. “I thought I was going to have to erase your memory for giving away trade secrets!”

Harry squealed in excitement again and shoved his face up against the glass casing to watch you start expertly scooping ice cream, completely unawares of his fingerprints and foggy breaths creating more work for his newfound hero.

“How many scoops, my man?”

“Five!”

“Uhm,” Lily interrupted, placing a conciliatory hand on her son's shoulder. “Maybe just two.”

“Mum!” Harry whined, but you just laughed.

“Sorry kid, mum’s the boss.”

Harry acquiesced with one more groan, but grinned when he saw the size of the scoops you were serving him.

“What about you, mama?” You asked after handing Harry his cone, watching as the boy made his way to sit at a table with his red and blue ice cream.

“Is it really spiderman ice cream?” Lily blurted instead of answering your very normal, professional, and polite question.

You barked a laugh, but Lily was pleased that your laughter was because you found Lily funny rather than at her expense. 

“Between you and me,” you whispered conspiratorially, resting your arms on the glass counter and your chin on your hands. “It’s just moonmist ice cream, but this batch used too much food dye, so instead of the normal light blue, pale purple, and pastel yellow, it turned out a little more…super.”

Lily looked back to her son, happy as can be with his super ice cream as he watched boats sail by in the harbour. 

“Brilliant.” Lily whispered as she turned back to face you, only to find you smiling softly at her already.

“Yes.” You agreed, though Lily wasn’t quite sure what you found brilliant. “So, what can I get you?”

“Oh.” Lily responded dumbly, looking hastily through the options before opting for two scoops of rocky road. 

“Fine choice, m’lady.” You said before scooping, once again expertly, the frozen treat onto a cone.

“Is that what you usually get?” Lily asked suddenly. You seemed surprised at her question as your eyebrows migrated to your hairline and you looked up to consider her.

Lily hoped to all hell that her blush wasn’t as furious as it felt.

You smirked before your eyes flit back up to hers. “I’m more of a strawberry girl, myself.” You replied quietly, shooting Lily a wink.

If her blush hadn’t been furious before, she was certain it was now. 

Lily paid and Harry shot you a “thanks ice cream lady!” as they headed towards the exit with their ice creams in tow.

“You’re welcome, little man! Stay super!” You said with a wave.

“I will!” 

“Hope to see you and your mum here again soon.” You said quieter this time, sending Lily a kind albeit shy smile. Lily was certain you’d be seeing the two of them here again.

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

Part two for Nothing New? Were peds!reader and Wilson make up.

But only of you see fit. I'm just a sucker for a happy ending.

Anyway, love ur writing🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Will You Still Want Me?

pt 2 of Nothing New

James Wilson x peds!reader

*James’ pov*

I must have a little filter in my brain which is specifically designed to ruin my relationships with women. How stupid could I have been. The world presented me with the love of my life who was in pain and upset and instead of comforting her I simply decided to open my huge mouth and fuck everything up.

After that day I had come home and she wasn’t there. She’d packed a single suitcase, leaving the rest of her stuff. It gave me some hope as it would only sustain her a few days, but then again I could just be the chump who gets excited to see her come, only to find out she was going to pack everything up.

I’ve been such an idiot and I had rang her to tell her that many times. Eventually she stopped picking up, and I stopped trying.

I stopped outside our door, the weight of the day hanging heavy. I didn’t even want to open it, feeling there was nothing behind it that would bring me any happiness anymore. I eventually relented and unlocked the door. I peeled it open and I was met with the sight of Y/n sat on our couch.

Her eyes were wet and puffy, she was dressed in leggings and my old jumper she’d obviously taken with her. She looked so beautiful.

“Hi.” I muttered out. She wiped away her tears when she saw me but she managed out a smile.

“Hi.”

“What are you—I mean it’s your home so you’re always welcome of course but---I wasn’t expecting you.” I stumbled through my words.

“It was getting a bit crowded at my sisters. I’d started out at mum and dads but that didn’t last long. So yeah I’m back.” She seemed unsure of where her body stood and it pained me to see her uncomfortable in our home, with me.

“Are you back, back?” I slowly made my way over, afraid of startling her into bolting.

“I – I don’t—I don’t know.” She fiddled with the ends of my jumper.

“Look, I am so unbelievably happy to see you again, honey, but I think we need to sit down and talk because I have a lot I need to say to you.” I placed my hand on her shoulder.

“I know. Sorry for ignoring your calls.”

“It’s fine.” Our voices were now in a whisper.

I led her to sit down on the couch once again. Our knees touched but when they made contact she flinched away and hugged her legs into her body. My face fell at this.

“I was an idiot.” I began. “That’s it. There was nothing else to our fight except for my pure stupidity. You were hurting and I wasn’t there for you. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to make that up to you.” She giggled at my dramatics but a few tears slipped down as well.

“You are the best thing in my life, and the thought that you are hurting, and that people have hurt you, pains me.” As my words carried on she seemed to relax and unlatch her legs. At this I took my chance and stroked a strand of her hair back behind her ear.

“You are a smart, talented, beautiful, and kind woman. And you do not deserve any of the horrible things that have happened to you because of disgusting and entitled men.” My hand fell to stroke up and down her back in a soothing gesture. “I know you do not need me to save you because you are strong enough.” I brought my hand up to her chin and tilted it so her eyes met mine. “But do not think for a second that I won’t always be there to fight for you.”

There was a pause and I looked into her eyes searching for any sign of uncertainty.

Suddenly she threw her arms around my neck, and we linked in the tightest hug. It was as if that week of absence was pouring out it’s love into each other. I felt her begin to sob into my neck and it encouraged my body to let a few tears of my own slip out. I hadn’t realised how much I fully missed her and I squeezed tighter just so I could know she was really there.

We pulled away and giggled out at both our teary faces. She cupped my face in her hands and leant forward to plant a smooching kiss onto my lips. Our tears mingled as we met.

“I missed you so much baby, I really wanted to hold a grudge but I knew I wouldn’t last much longer without you.” She giggled out. We collapsed down so we were lying intermingled on the couch together.

“Don’t worry, I was seconds away from throwing stones at your window. But your sister would have probably turned the hose on me.” I kissed her button nose and she scrunched it in delight.

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What Makes a Family (1/?)

Summary: Single parents Rose Tyler and James McCrimmon come together to embark on a whirlwind, passionate romance that seems to be the happy ending neither of them thought they'd get. But when James's past comes back to haunt them and threatens to tear away everything they've built together, they must find a way to weather the storm that will either break them or draw them ever closer, all while answering the question of what it means to be a family.

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Ten x Rose AU

This Chapter: Teen, ~8800 words

AO3

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“We gather here today to remember the life and love of Jeremiah “Jimmy” David Stone, beloved son, partner, and father.”

The words rang hollowly in Rose’s ears, like they were being spoken from very far away. She barely felt like she was present, like this entire day was happening to someone else. The small body she held in her lap shifted, forcing her to snap back to the present scene. The child’s big blue eyes blinked owlishly as her three-year-old son, Matthew, fixed his gaze on her.

“That’s Daddy,” he said in that whispering way of toddlers that really wasn’t a whisper at all.

“That’s right,” she murmured, smoothing his cornsilk blond hair away from his face. “Hush now. Can you sit nice and quiet for Mummy?”

“Uh huh,” Matthew said, slumping back into her belly.

The priest at the front of the church shot her a sympathetic glance, his pale gaze flitting between Matthew and David, Rose’s nine-year-old son. If anyone in the church was annoyed by Matthew’s interruptions, they didn’t show it—nobody would dare chastise a child who’d just lost a parent.

Rose reached over and silently wrapped her hand around David’s. Her son gave no reaction that he felt her touch, sitting as still and silently as he’d been doing these last four days since the accident that claimed the life of his father. She was so useless, unable to offer anything other than hugs and kisses and words of affirmations to her children, while she raged against the world for forcing this tragedy into their young little lives.

“I’m hungry,” Matthew stated, drawing muffled chuckles from those sitting around them.

Rose had prepared for this. Matthew’s stomach was as unpredictable as a summer storm, and she made sure to always have snacks on hand for him. She reached into her purse and rooted around until she felt the cool plastic bag that contained dry cereal.

“Thank you!” Matthew chirped when she handed it to him.

“Shh, baby boy. We have to be quiet.”

“Indoor voice,” he said, and to his credit, he actually whispered that time.

Rose pressed a kiss to his fair hair and tried to tune in to the priest and ignore the nagging urge to get up and leave. Why should she be allowed to sit here and mourn a person she didn’t actually miss? Any moment now, people would realize she was faking her bereavement and would call her all sorts of nasty truths, would clue in her kids that she wasn’t actually sad that their dad was gone.

Beside her, David rested his head on her upper arm, sniffling softly. Her heart squeezed. She scooped him closer into her side, squeezing him as if that could do anything to help him through this awful day.

On her other side, her mother rested a comforting hand on her thigh. Rose knew there was no love lost between her mum and Jimmy; hell, her mother had been the only person to know Rose was looking for a new flat for herself, ready to leave the relationship that had been slowly crumbling for nearly three years.

Somehow, after the birth of their second child, Rose had begun growing in a different direction than her boyfriend. She didn’t know exactly what had happened, if it had been something silently brewing for years that she never addressed; nothing obvious had catalyzed it. Well, not until six months ago, when she learned her boyfriend was cheating on her with one of his colleagues. Funnily, after the initial jolt of anger and betrayal, Rose felt nothing at all. If anything, a sense of peace settled over her, giving her the confidence and motivation to begin actively searching for a way out of her lackluster and loveless relationship.

Regardless of what she did (or didn’t) feel for her late boyfriend, regardless that he hadn’t been the best partner to her since Matthew had been born, Jimmy had been a damn fine father, and her eldest child was in emotional agony. She’d be damned if she left him alone in his grief.

The funeral passed as painfully as any other. Rose could feel the prickle of pitying stares directed at her and her kids, and she willed time to move faster. Listening to the eulogies was the worst, as Jimmy’s friends and family stood at the front of the church and spoke about how wonderful Jimmy was, how deeply he’d be missed, and the hole he’d left in the lives of everyone who knew him.

But finally, it was over. The only good thing about being a supposedly grieving partner was that she could gather up her kids and escape rather rudely without people actually thinking she was rude.

“Let’s go home,” she murmured to her kids, holding David and Matthew’s hands while she guided them away from the throng of people wanting to give her their last-minute sympathies and sorries.

She threw one last lingering glance to the closed casket that concealed the broken body of her late boyfriend, her gaze flicking to the photograph of the blond man with the crooked smile that’d had her falling head over heels at fifteen.

Goodbye. I hope you’ve found peace, wherever you are.

Rose didn’t know what exactly she believed regarding an afterlife, but she hoped there was something. A realm of tranquility where the best of everyone shone through and there was no hurt or anger or resentment. Yeah, that sounded quite nice.

As she moved to turn fully away from the casket, her eyes landed on a middle-aged couple; the woman was sobbing uncontrollably into the chest of the man: Jimmy’s parents, whom she hadn’t seen or spoken to since that night in the hospital after Jimmy’s accident, when his mother had screamed and raged at her, hurling insults at her that had hit their mark and still stung, even days later.

Rose quickly looked away, not wanting to draw their attention or their ire, and continued ushering her boys out of the church.

oOoOo

The tides of grief ebbed and flowed, more mercurial than a storm at sea. There were moments when Rose was perfectly at peace with what had happened, and then there were days when she raged at the unfairness of it all, certain that all joy had been sapped from the world, never to return again.

David was a husk of the boy he’d been, and Matthew melted down any time she was gone from his sight for more than a few minutes. She wanted to shake David, to jar loose any emotion at all in his little body, to beg him to please pretend. But how unfair was that, to force a child to fake normalcy when his world had been irrevocably changed, just so she would feel a bit better about the whole thing?

Rose prayed to any deity that cared to listen for the patience to guide her kids through these tumultuous times, and spared a prayer for herself to have enough energy to keep herself and her family healthy and whole. It felt like she was doing everything wrong, and in her worst moments, she was sure her boys would’ve been better off if she and Jimmy had traded places. Surely David and Matthew needed their father more than their stupid, useless mother.

Rose was at her wits end, and lost her temper with her kids more often than she would’ve liked. Matthew forgave her outbursts quite readily, while David seemed wholly unaffected by them, which was somehow even worse.

The straw that broke her back was when the boys got into a heated fight, with Matthew pestering Rose and David about when Daddy was coming home. David eventually shoved his little brother with enough force that he stumbled a few steps back before falling to his bum a couple inches from the coffee table in the center of the living room.

Rose watched in horror as the scene unfolded, her mind showing her visions of Matthew’s head cracking open against the solid oak wood of the table.

“David!” she shrieked, rushing to Matthew’s side to make sure he was okay. Apart from loud wailing, he was uninjured. “What were you thinking?!”

“He won’t shut up!” David shouted, and Rose was taken aback by the vitriol in her son’s voice. This was a complete about-face from the shadow David had been in recent weeks. “Dad’s gone and he’s dead and Matthew won’t shut up!”

Rose’s heart ached, and she tried to soothe her crying child while keeping her attention on her eldest.

“He doesn’t know any better,” she said hoarsely, at a loss with how to deal with this sudden and violent emotion raging through her son. “He’s three.”

“He’s stupid and I hate him!” David screamed, his face going bright red as tears welled in his eyes. “I hate him! I hate you! I hate this stupid place! I hate it all!”

He then promptly stormed down the hall to the bedroom he shared with his brother, and slammed the door shut.

Rose was left reeling, completely numb and on the brink of tears herself. Matthew was still screeching, tugging at her arms because she wasn’t consoling him thoroughly enough. At least that was one thing she could do. One thing she could fix. She scooped Matthew into her lap, and within moments, he was happily chatting to her again and asking to play kitchen.

David didn’t come out of his room for the rest of the night, and refused the dinner Rose brought to him. The bedroom door was locked, and though she had a pin that would pop the lock from this side, she wasn’t quite ready to break David’s trust. If he wanted privacy, she could give him that.

It didn’t stop her from sitting outside his door for the rest of the evening, while Matthew watched a film with his grandmother. Jackie, bless her, came over for dinner every evening to help Rose with cooking and getting the kids to bed.

It was almost the boys’ bedtime when David emerged. He paused upon seeing her on the floor. His face and eyes were red and swollen, and Rose wanted to haul him into her lap and squeeze out all of his pain.

“Sorry for what I said,” he muttered, rocking back and forth from his toes to his heels.

“I forgive you,” she said, having forgiven him hours ago. “David, I’m so sorry. I really am trying my best here. But I need some help. How can I help you?”

He merely shrugged and said, “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. And I don’t expect you to be fine for quite a while.”

David stayed silent, and when she didn’t elaborate, he stepped around her to use the loo, then went right back into his room.

And that, it seemed, was that.

The following weekend, her mother and best friend conspired to get her out of the house. Rose had been wholly consumed with her kids since Jimmy died, and as a result had become a hermit, distancing herself from everyone and everything she used to enjoy doing. Part of her didn’t think it was fair for her to carry on with a vivacity that had been stolen from Jimmy. Another part of her felt it cruel to partake in anything that could be considered “fun” when only a few short weeks had passed since she’d lost her boyfriend.

“You can’t stay locked up forever,” her friend, Shareen, had said. “It’s not good for you, which means it isn’t good for David or Mattie. You need to be at your best for them, which sometimes means doing something just for you.”

Rose hated that her friend was using her kids as a counter-argument, but she couldn’t exactly fault Shareen’s logic, which was how she ended up in a black dress that clung to all the right places, being hauled out to the lively streets of Friday-night London. Her mum was staying overnight to watch the boys, and Rose kept her phone glued to her hand in case one of her children needed her to come home.

They didn’t.

The hours passed, and by her fourth martini, Rose had forgotten why she’d been so hesitant to go out. The music was loud, reverberating deep into her bones as she danced the night away with her friends. Shareen had recruited their mutual friend Keisha for the night; of the trio, Keisha was the wildest of the bunch and could make any outing memorable. It was Keisha whom Rose had gradually drifted away from as motherhood took priority over clubbing, though Keisha’s friendship was one that could be picked up with ease, no matter how long they’d gone between speaking.

Rose was toeing the line between tipsy and drunk when a brown-skinned man with close-cropped black hair sauntered up to where she stood at the bar, waiting for a new drink.

“Can I get that for ya?” the man asked, his deep voice ringing with that familiar Cockney accent she’d grown up around.

“Sure,” she answered, blinking through the dim lights to make out the man’s features. He was handsome enough, she supposed.

The man introduced himself, but it was impossible to hear over the din of the pub. Richie? Ricky? Dickie? Whatever. She found she honestly didn’t care, and so she replied, “I’m Piper,”, giving the name she and Jimmy had been considering for Matthew if he’d been a girl.

The lie fell off her tongue so easily. The whole night was fake anyway, a brief respite from the hell that had become her life. She had merely stepped out of time and into a new life for these few brief but wondrous hours.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

Rose barely contained the eyeroll, and instead grinned a wide, flirtatious grin she hadn’t flashed in years. Fuck it. If she was going to play pretend for the night, she was going to act her heart out.

“Let’s dance,” she shouted over the thumping bass.

The eager expression on his face told Rose that was what he’d been hoping for. She gulped down her drink, ignoring the burn as it went down, and let herself be pulled onto the dance floor.

Time ceased to exist. There was nothing except the alcohol in her bloodstream and the solid heat of this man’s body against hers. When he bought her a shot after four songs of dancing, she accepted. And when he pressed his mouth to hers, she let him. She threw herself into it, missing the simple pleasure of a kiss, missing the quickening of her pulse and the throbbing heat rushing through her. He palmed her rear, hauling her hips to his, and she could feel his interest growing behind his jeans.

“Wanna get out of here?” she whispered, placing her lips right against the shell of his ear.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled.

Alarm bells should have sounded in her head, but there was utterly nothing as she let this stranger pull her though the city and to a little hotel that charged by the hour.

The sex was… fine. Not the best she’d had, but certainly not the worst. For a glorious moment in time, she let the agony of the last few weeks melt away and she became Piper, this stranger of a woman who let a stranger of a man take her to a hotel for a mindless, carefree fuck. She let herself drown in ecstasy, in the closeness of another body pressed to hers, skin on skin.

Richie/Ricky/Dickie passed out after he’d finished. Whether that was due to the sex or the booze, Rose didn’t know, and she didn’t care to find out. She slipped out from the sheets, used the loo, and started gathering her things. Through it all, this man whose name she still didn’t surely know remained dead to the world. Looking more closely at him, with the yellow glow of the hotel lamp illuminating his features, she thought he looked like a boy who used to live on the estate when she was growing up. But she blinked, and the resemblance was gone.

Rose left some money on the nightstand to cover the hotel fee, then hailed a cab. She’d given the driver the address to her mother’s flat before she even processed what she was saying. It would be empty, what with her mum staying over at Rose’s place, and solitude was something Rose was craving.

The trip took all of ten minutes, then Rose was letting herself into her childhood home. Not much had changed, apart from her old bedroom having been converted into a room for the boys to sleep in when they visited.

She made a beeline straight for the bathroom as the weight of her night crashed down around her. Piper was gone, dead and buried in that motel room with Richie/Ricky/Dickie, and Rose had risen from the ashes, horrified by all her choices. What had she been doing? What had she been thinking?

She shucked off her clothes and scalded herself in the shower, wishing that the water could wash farther than skin level, to cleanse out the pain that had become her daily life, cleanse the rot of emotions that festered deep within her soul.

When the water turned cold, she dragged her weary bones from the shower and dressed in clothes she kept in her old room. She spotted David’s stuffed wolf and Matthew’s stuffed dinosaur sitting on the bed, as if waiting for their little masters to return, and Rose crumpled. She curled up on the mattress and hugged the toys tightly to her chest, tucking her nose into the soft creatures. They smelled like her boys, and she ached for them. Not only them, she ached for Jimmy. She ached for the life he should have, ached for their family that had been torn apart. She just… ached.

The wailing of her phone interrupted her misery, and she cursed when she saw Shareen’s name on the screen. Rose answered, but before she could get a word out, her friend screamed, “Where the fuck have you been?!”

“Sorry, I…” I let a total stranger fuck me in a hotel. “I needed to get some air.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Shareen continued, still shouting. “We thought you’d been abducted, you stupid fucking arse!”

“Well, I haven’t been,” Rose snapped.

Both women went silent, and Rose could hear that her friend’s breathing was as heavy as her own. After a beat, Shareen asked quietly, “You all right?”

The lie was right there, on the tip of her tongue, but all Rose managed was a weak, “No.”

“Where are you? I’m coming for you.”

“My mum’s,” she said, rubbing at her stinging nose as tears started welling.

“Be there soon.”

And sure enough, ten minutes later, a series of knocks sounded from the front door. Rose kept hold of the stuffed animals as she went to let her friend in. The moment Shareen saw her, she threw her arms around Rose. The weight of her friend’s embrace, the strength in her arms, was her undoing. Rose’s knees buckled, and Shareen slowly lowered them to the ground, until they were sitting in the same position as when Rose found out she was pregnant at sixteen.

“Shh, I’m here.” Shareen planted a kiss to Rose’s hair. “I’ve got you, babe.”

Thank God someone did, because Rose didn’t have the strength to hold on anymore. Her life wasn’t meant to be like this. She wasn’t meant to be left with two children and no partner to help her. Jimmy was supposed to be there. Even if he had been a shitty partner, he was supposed to be there.

“I can’t do this,” Rose rasped, chest tightening until she could barely breathe.

“Yes you can,” Shareen murmured, squeezing tightly. Then she repeated exactly what she’d said all those years ago, when that damning pregnancy test sat on the floor in front of them. “It’ll be hard, but you can do it, ‘cos you’re Rose motherfuckin’ Tyler.”

oOoOo

That disastrous night out had been good for one thing: it lit up a spark inside Rose that she hadn’t felt since the night a pair of police officers knocked on her door to tell her that her boyfriend had been involved in a serious accident. But she didn’t want to dwell on those memories. The Before Times, she called it in her head.

She refused to let the energy of her home be sullied by all of the hurt, grief, and rage of Jimmy’s passing. Not that she was going to force her boys to move on before they were ready, but she wasn’t going to sit idly by and do nothing to improve their situation.

And so Rose spent weeks poring over her finances, doing more maths than she’d ever done whilst in school to figure out what the new household income would be. While she would be missing out on Jimmy’s half of the income—which wasn’t insubstantial—she no longer had to budget for all his reckless spending. It had often been a point of contention between them, how he wanted instant gratification with anything that caught his eye.

In the early years of their relationship, about a year after David had been born, Jimmy had admitted to her that he really wanted to make his dream of being a professional musician a reality. He’d been in a band for years and they were trying to make it big when Rose got pregnant. Kudos to him, Jimmy had left the band and found a job to help support Rose and their new family.

So when he’d told her of his dream, and knowing he’d shelved it for the last two years for her and their son, Rose agreed. She still loved him enough at that point to want it for him. She picked up extra hours at the retail shop she worked at, and worked hard to climb her way to a team lead position. She’d also begun taking art commissions, designing logos for small businesses or creating various pieces of digital art for random people on the internet who were willing to pay her real money for her drawings.

Despite the extra income, it didn’t make up for the construction job pay Jimmy had been bringing home, and the family found themselves barely staying afloat. Jimmy, to his credit, admitted defeat when, after eighteen months of trying to make a name for himself, he brought home even less money than he had with his teenage boy band.

But that debt had begun to snowball out of control, and horrible as it was, Jimmy’s death was the one thing able to put an end to it. Half of his death benefits were enough to pay off all their old debt, and with the other half, Rose figured she could put down a decent down payment on a house.

In her years as a freelance digital artist, Rose had made a nice little name for herself. As long as she didn’t spend extravagantly, she should be able to make her commissions and Patreon subscribers pull her family through for a little while longer, with their finances being further padded by the survivor benefits Rose would receive until the boys reached legal adulthood.

She was ready to drop it all, though, the moment their finances grew unstable. In a heartbeat, she would find the best-paying work she was qualified for to keep her and her boys out of any more debt. Rose remembered all too well being a child of a parent who struggled financially; it had placed undue stress on her mother, which had caused her mum to have a short temper and an eventual resentment towards anyone who appeared to be even slightly well-off. Rose didn’t want that for herself, or to subject her boys to that sort of behavior.

Rose debated for ages about where she wanted to move. On one hand, London was all she and her kids had ever known, but on the other, it was full of memories and ghosts of Jimmy. Not to mention bloody expensive. While she began her house-hunting search in London, she gradually expanded her search parameters to include cities and towns farther and farther away, because otherwise she would be downgrading to a smaller home with a higher monthly payment.

It was a shock to the system to see how expensive some of these homes were—all she’d ever known was the rent payments of small flats—so she had to constantly remind herself that a monthly mortgage would be right on par with her monthly rent. She could do this. She would do this.

Half the battle was researching everything about each house that caught her eye. She needed to make sure the neighborhoods were safe and the schools were good, but she also wanted quick and easy access to public transportation, since it was often easier than driving. Not to mention that her mother had never learned to drive, so she was utterly reliant on public transportation.

God, her mother. Jackie would lose her mind upon learning Rose was moving away to a new town. Her mum was a creature of habit. She visited all the same shops and restaurants, had the same friends for the last twenty years, and stayed in the same flat that she’d lived in with Rose’s father when he’d still been alive. London was home for her mother, but to Rose, it was just a city.

Rose would have to tell her mother sooner or later. But not right now. Not until Rose found exactly what she was looking for.

oOoOo

“I don’t think we can stay here anymore, Mum.” Rose absently sloshed her wine around her in glass, electing to stare at the swirling liquid rather than her mother’s bright blue gaze.

“Too many memories?” she asked sympathetically. “Can be a blessing or a curse, I’ll tell you. I couldn’t bring myself to leave behind all traces of your dad. But you… well, you weren’t exactly planning to stay forever.”

“It’s just, David is having such a hard time,” Rose whispered, feeling tears prickling at the backs of her eyes as she recalled the phone call she’d received earlier that day from her child’s teacher, informing her that this was the third time this week that David had spent his lunch period sitting quietly by himself, not touching his food, not engaging with his classmates. This behavior was becoming the new norm, apparently, with David isolating himself with every passing week. “He won’t eat. He won’t go outside and play with his friends. His friends don’t come to visit. He won’t talk to me. All he does is sit on this stupid bloody couch and watch the stupid bloody telly. He doesn’t even care that Mattie controls what they watch. He’s just… he’s empty, Mum, and it’s killing me.”

The tears spilled over and Rose set her wine glass on the table to instead grab a handful of tissues to press to her eyes. The sofa cushion dipped beside her, and she was soon ensconced in her mother’s arms, breathing in that familiar scent that somehow made her start to cry harder.

“I need to get him out of this flat,” Rose whimpered, clinging to her mother. “I’m trying to find him someone to talk to, but all child therapists of any worth are full up, and his school counselor is bloody useless, sayin’ he’ll get over it all in a few months and I should carry on as normal. But it’s not normal. His life will never be normal again.”

Her mother stroked her back in long, slow lines, making soothing shushing noises while Rose blubbered into her jumper. The agony that had been eating away at Rose for the past two months was boiling over; she had this primal fear that her baby boy would waste away in front of her very eyes, and that she’d never be able to get him back if she didn’t do something to pull him out of his head.

But what more was she supposed to do? She made him all his favorite foods and had a variety of snacks on hand, but even then, he only picked at it all. He’d visibly lost weight, and not even the supplemental high-calorie protein shakes his pediatrician recommended were helping. She’d broken down one night and tearfully begged David to eat. He had diligently swallowed every piece of the chicken nuggets and broccoli on his plate and, when he was finished, said, “Sorry I made you angry,” which had sent her spiraling further, requiring her to retreat into her bedroom and scream into a pillow. When she’d returned, David was plopped on the couch beside Matthew, who was happily munching on a second plate of nuggets, watching Paw Patrol.

She gathered David up into her arms and he nuzzled into her, saying, “My tummy hurts.”

She stroked his hair and apologized, telling him he should only eat as much as his tummy says he needs.

“I don’t want you to be angry,” he argued.

“I won’t be,” she promised. “I shouldn’t have said what I said. I just want you to be healthy. And we need to eat a balanced diet of meats and fruits and veggies to be healthy, right?”

“And po’sicles,” Matthew chirped, eyes glued to the television.

Rose rolled her eyes but smiled at her youngest. “Only popsicles after we’ve had our healthy dinner.”

After that night, she hadn’t had as much trouble getting David to eat his dinner, but he ate portions similar to Matthew’s, and even then, sometimes food was left on his plate. It killed her every time he asked, “Did I eat enough?”

Presently, Rose sniffled and pulled back to wipe her running nose on a tissue. Her mum sat back too, but didn’t move from Rose’s side.

“We need to get out of here,” Rose repeated. “Somewhere new. New school, new home, new everything.”

“Well, there are loads of schools in the city. I’m sure you can find somethin’ better for the boys. You didn’t think about schools when you and Jimmy settled here. Now you can.”

But Rose merely shook her head, knowing she was about to break her mum’s heart. “No, I mean… we need to get out of the city. Out of London.”

Her mother merely blinked, then furrowed her brow. “What d’you mean? You can’t leave the city, you have nowhere else to go.”

Though she knew her mum didn’t mean it cruelly, Rose’s hackles rose.

“I can go anywhere I’d like,” she snapped.

“But… what’ll you do for work? Your friends are here. I’m here.” Her mother’s voice warbled, and her eyes shone wetly.

Rose’s irritation bled away, leaving her exhausted, which seemed to be her only state of being lately.

“We need a fresh start,” she murmured. “I need a fresh start. And I don’t want to be fightin’ you about it. I really need your support, Mum. Please. I feel like I’m goin’ mad. I’m suffocating.”

Her mother, to her credit, just swallowed thickly and nodded. Rose curled back into her mother’s arms and contented herself to sit quietly while her mum played with her hair like she’d done when Rose was a small child.

“Found anywhere nice?” her mother asked, her voice carrying a forced lightness to it. At least she was trying.

Rose shrugged, but the little neighborhood she’d spotted online was still sticking in her mind. She reached for her phone. “I keep comin’ back to this one.”

She pulled up the house listing for a four-bedroom two-bathroom home in West Sussex, a borough called…

“Crawley?” Her mum wrinkled her nose. “Really, Rose? Sounds all… I dunno… slithery. Snaky.”

Rose giggled. “I know. But isn’t it cute? The boys could have their own room. Their own bathroom too, which’ll be nice when they become teenagers.”

She shuddered at the thought of parenting teenage boys, and forcibly shut those worries down to be dealt with at a later date. “And look. I can make this into a guest room for you.”

Her mother was quiet for a few moments, scrolling through the photographs of the home. Rose knew them all by heart at this point, and had been mentally decorating the space for weeks, as though it was already a done deal that this would be their new home. She hadn’t even seen it in person yet. Hadn’t driven through the neighborhood or its surroundings, and yet, something told her deep down that this was the opportunity she’d been looking for.

“Well,” her mum said after five silent minutes of scrolling through the photos, “my mate Bev has a son who’s in the real estate business. Let me call her up, see if her boy knows someone in this Crawley town. Get us an appointment to see the house.”

Rose melted closer to her mother. “Thank you.”

Her mum’s only response was to kiss the top of her head.

oOoOo

“Here we are!” Rose crowed, ramping up the excitement in an attempt to pass it along to her children.

Matthew was sold, as he had been all morning, nearly vibrating with excitement at moving to a new house. The boy gasped in delight as he took in the semi-detached house they had just pulled into the driveway of. The garage was open, revealing the boxes and pieces of furniture Rose hadn’t yet relocated into the house during the weeks-long preparation for move-in.

The little house Rose had found in Crawley was everything she’d hoped for, and the minute the house tour had ended, Rose had put in an offer. It was a little more money than she’d hoped to spend, but the house was in perfect shape, with no renovations or replacements needed. Plus it was big enough for her little family to grow into for the rest of boys’ childhoods without feeling like too much space.

“Gramma! S’Gramma!” Matthew squealed upon seeing a familiar face step out from the garage. “And Auntie Reenie!”

Rose was forever grateful that her best friend had taken the day off from work to help with move-in day. Her boys adored their auntie, and Shareen told Rose she hoped her presence today would comfort them and assure them that she’d still be a permanent presence in their lives.

David, meanwhile, was stoic and silent, no different than most other days. It squeezed Rose’s heart nevertheless.

“Let’s grab our suitcases and take a look,” Rose said, putting the car in park then exiting to help her youngest out of his car seat.

However, David beat her to it, and had expertly unclipped his brother from his seat before slipping out of the car. Likewise, when Rose opened the boot of the car, David hoisted Matthew’s Jurassic Park suitcase out before grabbing his own Captain America suitcase.

“That was very kind of you,” Rose praised, brushing a hand through her son’s hair. “Thank you for helping your brother.”

David flashed her a small but genuine smile, and knocked his head further into her hand. She took it as an invitation for a hug, which he readily reciprocated.

“Ready?” she whispered into his ear.

“Ready.”

Matthew had left them behind to sprint up to his grandmother and Shareen, so Rose placed a hand on David’s shoulder and kept pace with him until they joined the small group.

“If you’re this excited about the garage, wait ‘til you see inside,” Jackie drawled, ruffling her grandson’s hair.

“Le’s gooooo,” Matthew said, spying the door that led into the house proper.

Rose nodded for her mother to open the door to let her children get their first glimpse into their new home. She half expected Matthew to sprint right in, but instead, her three-year-old galloped to his brother and took his hand.

“David le’s go! Le’s go see! C’mon c’mon c’mon.”

The boys abandoned their suitcases and rushed inside. Rose’s heart hammered with nerves and she picked up her sons’ luggage and followed them in, Shareen right on her heels. While she knew deep in her bones that this fresh start in a new house would be good for her kids—particularly David—it didn’t stop her from fearing they would hate the house and resent her for making them leave behind the life they’d known in the Before Times, when their dad was still alive and life was bright and shining.

Rose followed the sounds of her youngest son’s excited chattering, silently observing her kids take it all in. The garage opened into the kitchen, where Matthew had found the plate of biscuits Shareen must’ve made. Shareen worked part-time at her sister’s bakery, and had picked up quite a few tricks in the baking department. The chocolatey biscuits were melt-in-your-mouth soft and so rich that Rose nearly moaned.

“They’re safe for Mattie, too,” Shareen said when she spotted the three-year-old stuffing almost a whole biscuit into his mouth.

Rose knew that her friend would never bring over any sort of food that would set off Matthew’s lactose intolerance. Shareen was one of the handful of people she trusted to treat her son’s dietary restriction seriously, unlike some of Jimmy’s friends who swore it wasn’t that big of a deal, leaving Rose to deal with the miserable child and his hours-long diarrhea and stomach cramps.

“Thanks, babe,” Rose said, knocking her hip against Shareen’s.

Shareen winked and followed the kids through the new house as they explored.

“Look David, our table! An’ chairs! ‘Dis is where we eat. An’ look, our couch is here too! How’d’it get here?”

Rose stifled a chuckle. How odd it must seem to a child to have all the furniture they were familiar with suddenly in a brand-new location. Like magic.

“Mummy and Grandma moved it here,” Rose said, kneeling behind him and giving him a loose hug. “Remember when we put things in boxes at our old house? Everything you had before is here for you now.”

Matthew gasped. “My dinosaur bed too?”

“Why don’t we see if we can find it,” Rose whispered conspiratorially.

Matthew once again took his brother’s hand before racing off to explore more of the house, hollering, “Where’s my beeeeed?”

The boys streaked right past the living room to the steps that led to the upper floor. The three adults followed dutifully.

“MY DINOSAUR BED!”

Rose was sure the entire damn neighborhood heard her son’s shriek of joy. She poked her head into one of the bedrooms in time to see her three-year-old flop face-first into the duvet with the Jurassic Park logo printed across the front.

“IT’S HERE!” Matthew’s words were muffled into the fabric but the sentiment came across perfectly.

Rose crouched beside her son and rubbed his back. “Are you happy?”

“Oh yeah,” Matthew said, and he turned his head to the side to flash a broad grin at her. It melted her heart almost as much as it broke it, to see her late-boyfriend’s smile on her little boy’s face, and she scooped him up for a hug.

“Hey, wanna see a surprise?” she asked, kissing his chubby cheek.

He nodded vigorously, and watched her like a hawk as she flicked on the inconspicuous black cube that sat perched on his nightstand. It didn’t do anything of note, and Matthew frowned, brow furrowing. 

“Look up,” Rose hinted.

Matthew did, and let out a squeaky “ohmygosh!” as he beheld the blue lit-up pattern of a brachiosaurus on his ceiling.

“A dinosaur light!”

“Mhm. Watch this.” She pressed a button on the side of the lamp, and the long-necked dinosaur changed into a triceratops, also in blue. She pressed the button again, and now a velociraptor projected in blue light on the ceiling.

“My turn, my turn!” Matthew said, peering closely at the button his mother had been using. He pressed it, and gasped in delight to see a stegosaurus projection.

Again and again, Matthew pushed the button until he cycled through all ten dinosaur types the lamp came with.

“I know your favorite color is blue, but let’s see what happens when we touch this button,” Rose said, motioning to the button adjacent to the dino-swapping one.

Matthew dutifully pressed it, and squealed when the tyrannosaurus on his ceiling turned from blue to green. He pressed it again, and it turned from green to red. He cycled through all the colors of the rainbow before returning it to blue.

“‘Dis is the bes’ lamp ever!” He flung himself into her arms and gave her a wet, sloppy kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“What do we say when we get a present?” his grandmother reminded from where she leaned against the door jamb, drinking in the scene before her.

“Thank you thank you thank you!”

“You’re very welcome, baby boy,” Rose said, hugging her child just that much closer, relishing the weight of him in her arms. Before too long, he might not want hugs and kisses from his daft old mum, but for now she cherished the affection her child loved to give and receive. “I’m happy you’re happy.”

Once they’d spent an appropriate amount of time oohing and ahhing over Matthew’s room, the four Tylers and Shareen meandered down the hall towards the second second-floor bedroom. Rose’s heart skipped a beat as she watched David enter the room. 

She’d had such a hard time with decorating her eldest’s bedroom, because lately, he showed no interest in anything at all. With one exception…

“Iron Man! David, s’Iron Man!!”

Just like he’d done in his own room, Matthew flopped onto his brother’s bed, his face buried in the arc reactor in Tony Stark’s chest that was printed upon the duvet.

“Pew pew,” Matthew said, voice muffled.

Rose gnawed on the corner of her thumb, watching David like a hawk.

After Jimmy had died, Rose wasted hardly any time before cleaning out her boyfriend’s things, wanting to get over him as soon as humanly possible. She mostly worked alone, not wanting to upset her kids to see her emptying their flat of anything of their dad’s that she didn’t want or couldn’t use.

Her boyfriend had been an avid comic book reader and collector, ever since she met him when she was fifteen. He must have had hundreds of Marvel comics stashed around their house. Rose piled up the dozen or so boxes of comic books in their living room, intent on reaching out to collectors or other various shops to see if they’d be interested in taking them off her hands. But when she dragged out the last box, she was surprised to see David sitting cross-legged on the floor, an open Captain America comic book in his lap. She silently observed him, barely breathing. For fifteen minutes, Rose stood still as a statue, watching her eldest finish the comic he was on, then move on to a new one.

“Hey,” she’d called quietly.

David jolted, and quickly placed the book back into the box.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, pushing himself to his feet.

“No, wait. Don’t apologize.” She set the final box on the floor and crouched in front of her son. “Did you like that comic?”

He shrugged, a little too casually, and said nothing more.

“They were your dad’s,” she said unnecessarily. “But I think he’d love for you to have them. Do you want them?”

A spark that had been missing from David’s eyes glowed ever-so-slightly, and he shyly nodded. Rose grinned in encouragement, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Your dad didn’t keep them very organized. I think I see a Spider-Man in there with some Captain Americas. Wanna see what we’ve got to work with?”

Again, David nodded, and without further prompting, folded himself back onto the floor. They’d spend the next hour and a half going through all of the volumes Jimmy had collected over the years. Rose had nearly wept to see her son actively engaging in an activity.

Presently, those comics sat on a bookshelf in the corner of the room opposite the bed, hundreds of thin little books stacked in neat piles. Rose had splurged a bit and ordered action figures of all of the main superheroes David had liked best; those figures decorated the shelves, watching over the book piles that belonged to their respective hero.

David noticed them and smiled. He picked up each action figure, inspecting them carefully, then turned to Rose and skipped up to her, arms opening to fling them around her middle. He squeezed as he whispered, “I love my room. Thanks, Mum.”

Rose’s eyes burned, relieved and overjoyed that her child was excited about something. It had been far too long.

“You’re very welcome, baby boy,” she murmured, using the nickname she hadn’t used for him in over five years. “I love you.”

“Love you,” he parroted, still holding her.

She stroked his hair, breathing him in, then said, “Things’ll get better. You’ll see. This house will be good for us.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “I think so too.”

oOoOo

The first day of school always brought about some nerves, what with Rose having gotten used to having her boys home every day for two months, but this year it was almost unbearable. Rose bit her nails down to the quick as she watched the clock relentlessly.

David had seemed fine when she dropped him off at Arcadia Academy that morning, but he always seemed “fine” nowadays. While he wasn’t as sullen and withdrawn as he’d been in the winter and spring months, he was far from the bright, bubbly child she’d known for the first nine years of his life.

Not even the art commissions Rose really ought to work on could distract her from the panic that David was miserable and wasn’t making any new friends and hated that he left all of his old friends behind at his old school.

She had called his teacher, Miss Clara Oswald, a few days before the term began to explain their situation. Clara had been genuinely sympathetic and supportive, and had given Rose the contact information of the school counselor, Mr. Danny Pink, who was supposedly one of the best in the region.

“You can set up appointments for David for the after-school hour, if you’d like. I’d suggest you do that sooner rather than later to get yourself on the schedule. Or I can work with Danny to find a time when David could go during class time.”

“After school sounds preferable,” Rose admitted. “I don’t think returning to class after a therapy session would be… Well, therapy can be hard, is all.”

“Oh, don’t I know it.”

And so Rose had done exactly that: she’d gotten David an appointment with Mr. Pink for every other Wednesday beginning in the middle of September. Hopefully those sessions would help him more than the ones he’d had with his previous school counselor, who’d suggested David distract himself with things he liked to do, and who’d scolded Rose for not doing more to bring David out of his shell.

Rose also hoped her youngest was faring well in his new nursery class. Matthew had been in tears, clinging to her legs and screaming for her not to go when she’d dropped him off. Bless them, the nursery staff waited patiently for him to calm down, and even let Rose stick around for a few extra minutes to show Matthew around his classroom. His teachers, too, knew that Matthew was getting over the death of his father; while he’d adapted much better than his brother, Matthew was much clingier and quicker to melt down than he’d been in the past. The boys’ pediatrician assured Rose this was normal behavior, and all she had to do was love him through this transitory period of his life. The doctor had also helpfully given Rose a few info pamphlets on childhood grief and trauma, just in case.

In the end, Rose had had to leave her whimpering child at the school or else she never would have let him go. Logically, she knew her toddler would be fine after a while, but it didn’t stop her from imagining Matthew sobbing non-stop, thinking his mummy had abandoned him and would never come back for him.

Those heart wrenching visions were enough for her to collect her youngest from nursery a half hour early. She apologized profusely to his teachers, but they seemed to understand the situation, both her perspective and Matthew’s, and merely smiled before leading her to her child.

“He did so well today,” one of the teachers, Miss Ruby, praised. “He settled down about ten minutes after you left. He made a few new friends and did a wonderful job of telling us when he needed to potty.”

Rose nodded absently. “He’s been trained for almost a year now.”

The teachers seemed rather impressed by that, and Rose couldn’t help the little flash of pride. At least she was doing something right, in this parenting department, even if it was as insignificant as teaching her child the proper location to empty his bladder and bowels.

Matthew was squatting beside three other children when Rose poked her head into the classroom. Thanks to having a big brother, Matthew had learned early how to play with other kids, rather than around them. It seemed like the vast majority of children were parallel playing, with a small handful—Matthew included—actually playing with a doll’s house and acting out various family scenes.

She watched quietly, not wanting to disturb the kids, but Matthew happened to glance up and spotted her immediately. He squealed, dropped the toys, and sprinted to her, shouting her name. He barreled into her open arms and wrapped himself completely around her.

“Did you have a good day?” Rose asked, rocking him slowly from side to side.

“Uh huh, I have new friends! C’mon c’mon!” He wriggled, and when she set him on his feet, Matthew grabbed her hand and tugged her to the group he’d been playing with. “Dat’s Jamie an’ Nancy an’ George!”

Rose said hello to the children, who merely blinked at her.

“Dis’s’my mummy!” Matthew said proudly. “I’m goin’ home now. Bye!”

He didn’t wait for a response before tugging on her hand and leading her out of the classroom, as though he’d been doing it his whole life.

David’s school was a few blocks away, so by the time they made the walk, kids were beginning to trickle outside to find their respective adult that would take them home. Cars idled in a long queue, while other parents, like Rose, were gathered around the school grounds to collect their child. While Rose did have a car that she could use to pick her kids up from their respective schools, it was much easier to catch the bus and avoid the traffic.

A handful of teachers stood guard at the school doors and on the walkway leading to the front drive. Rose did a passing glance over the adults shepherding the children out of the building. She spotted David’s teacher, Miss Clara Oswald, leaning casually against the doorframe, chatting with a tall, lanky, brown-haired bloke Rose didn’t know, and a dark-skinned man Rose recognized as the school’s counselor, Mr. Danny Pink.

Rose had told David she would be standing beneath the school’s giant maple tree at pick-up time, so she made a beeline for it, praying her son hadn’t checked there only to find her missing. She was in luck: she waited for all of thirty seconds before she saw the slightly disheveled mousy brown hair of her child among the sea of little blondes, brunettes, and gingers. His eyes met hers, and he gave her a wave before bounding up to her.

“Hi, baby,” she whispered, folding him into her arms and pressing her nose to his hair. “I missed you. Did you have a good day?”

“Mhm,” he replied, giving her a good squeeze before letting her go.

“Make any new friends?”

David shrugged. “It’s the first day. Everyone’s new.”

Rose sighed, but couldn’t exactly fault his answer. She remembered all too well the awkwardness of the first day of school, and how overwhelming it was to meet a new classful of fellow students. It must be doubly awkward for him, not knowing a single soul at the new school. Rose brushed off the ever-present anxiety that screamed at her that she shouldn’t have taken David away from his old friends.

Matthew began chattering to his big brother about his day at nursery, but dutifully allowed Rose to take his hand and guide the two boys to the bus stop a few blocks away that would take them home.