#jamie kin x reader

[babybluebex]

𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 (𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬) 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

༻ ralph penbury (timewasters, 2017)

wizard: at ralph’s birthday party, you feel the need to apologize for what you’ve done. ralph, meanwhile, has a question to ask you. (fluff)

making waves: before a party, you do ralph's hair. (fluff)

marking ralph's cheeks with lipstick (fluff)

punishing ralphie for misbehaving (smut)

coked up ralphie fucks your ass (smut)

༻ jamie sampson (kin, 2017)

jamie tells you about harry (angst)

༻ koner (game of thrones, 2017)

only you series masterlist (koner x fem!reader): your secret relationship with a winterfell guard is threatened when your father marries you off to another man, and you do everything you can to stay with him and keep your love strong. (retired)

༻ peter grunauer (overlord, 2018)

reuniting after peter goes to war (angst)

sweet awkward reunion sex (smut)

༻ enjolras (bbc les miserables, 2018)

don't call it love: your latin tutor is one of those revolutionaries that your father despises and, after he invites you to a citizen’s meeting, his true intentions are revealed.(angst)

༻ prince paul (catherine the great, 2019)

out of the dark: marrying the prince of russia would be dream if he wasn’t such a dick, but a late night conversation leads to a mutual understanding. (smut)

paul yells at you (angst)

paul punishes you for flirting with someone else (smut)

༻ tom grant (make up, 2019)

5 minutes in heaven: your boyfriend finds an empty closet at work, and he convinces you to play a game of 7 (or 5) minutes in heaven. (smut)

stupid for you: you and tom get into a fight and, after he says something especially nasty to you, he makes it up to you in the best way. (smut)

boyfriend!tom headcanons (fluff)

teaching tom how to go down on you (smut)

tom convinces you to try anal (smut)

tom takes care of you when you're sick (fluff)

making you smile after a hard day (fluff)

cuddling with tom (fluff)

༻ pub!charlie (best move along, 2019)

pub!charlie headcanons(fluff)

nsfw pub!charlie headcanons(smut)

༻ billy knight (cb strike, 2020)

breeding kink (smut)

handjobs (smut)

camilla (fluff)

༻ eric (a quiet place: day one, 2024)

a medium place: your husband, eric, spends too much time at the office, and he assures you that you’re a priority in his life. (smut)

needs and wants: in the direct aftermath of the apocalypse, you meet a man who's worse for wear in just about every regard. even though you can't do too much to heal his injuries, it's possible that you can heal his heart. (smut)

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Mind the Gap, Chapter 1

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x F!Reader, Matt Murdock & Reader (Platonic)

Rating: E

Word count (per chapter): ~500 (Just to set the story up, future chapters will be longer!)

Story Summary: When Michael gets sent across the pond to fix an issue with the Kinsella clan's drug trade expansion into New York City, he never expected to meet and fall for a pretty law clerk from the office of Nelson, Murdock, and Page. But when she gets abducted by a rival cartel, Michael will have to enlist the help of the very vigilante that's trying to take down his entire operation.

Warnings/Tags: Kin/Daredevil crossover, Canon-typical violence (for both shows), Platonic Matt Murdock/Reader, Smut in later chapters, More tags to come

A/N: After announcing this MONTHS ago, it's finally here -- the Daredevil/Kin crossover no one asked for, but I decided to write anyway. Lol

Note that this is a Michael Kinsella x Reader fic -- there is no love triangle between Mikey, Reader, and Matt.

If you want to be added to the taglist for this or any of my other ongoing stories, or if I was supposed to tag you/tagged you in error, please let me know!

Tag list: @danzer8705 @cheshirecat484 @thornbushrose @shouldbestudying41 @finnishjerseygirl @ednaaa-04 @ebathory997 @beezusvreeland @capylore

Fuckin' hell, let's get this over with, Michael Kinsella thought to himself as he trudged up the driveway to his sister-in-law’s house.

He had just gotten word that the Garda had wrapped up their investigation into his father's and uncle’s deaths and had ruled the case a murder-suicide -- therefore clearing him from further questioning -- when Amanda had texted that she was calling a meeting.

Amanda opened the door before he had even reached it. “Hey,” she said.

Michael walked in. “Hi.”

Amanda closed the door behind him. “Hadn't seen ya in a while.”

Aye, and there's a fuckin' reason for tha’, Michael thought.

As Amanda had started taking over more and more territory and doing whatever she had to in order to stay on top, Michael had realized that it hadn't ever been him that she had wanted, it had been the Kinsella name and the power and prestige that had come with it. 

While he hadn't ever regretted having Jamie, he had regretted sleeping with Amanda when she had come on to him while Jimmy had been in prison all those years ago and again more recently when her marriage had been falling apart and Michael had been dealing with finding out about Molly being engaged.

He shrugged. “Been busy.”

“Wan’ a drink?”

Michael shook his head. What he wanted was to go back home.

Amanda pursed her lips, but before she could say anything else, Birdy arrived.

“So what's ya call a meetin’ for?” Michael asked once they had all sat down at Amanda's kitchen table.

Amanda folded her hands together in front of her and leaned forward. “I called ya over because we're takin’ over some operations in America and I need ya ta go oversee tha transfer. There's been some issues.”

Michael was taken aback. “Me? Why me?”

“Because we're all busy -- I’m tryin’ ta clean up tha mess Bren left while also dealin’ wit' Jimmy's shite, Viking is workin' on getting tha houses reopened, and Birdy's still dealin’ with Frank's estate. Yer’ that only one left who we can trust ta take care a’ things.”

“Plus I think it'll be good for ya to get away for a while ‘till things settle down again,” Birdy added. 

Michael shook his head. “Are ya forgettin’ tha’ I'm a convicted felon? They won' even let me on a plane, much less inta another country.”

“Tha's already taken care of.” Birdy picked up a manilla envelope off of the table and handed it to him. “Everything is in here.”

Michael opened it to find an ID and passport.

He looked at the ID. “Michael O’Brien?”

Amanda shrugged. “Best we could do on short notice. ‘Least ya get ta go by yer first name.”

Birdy cut her eyes over to Amanda briefly before turning back towards Michael. “Flight’s already booked. Ya leave on Thursday.”

Michael sighed, resigned. “Where exactly am I goin?”

A satisfied look spread across Amanda's face as she leaned back. “New York City.”

[blank-house]

Omgg I needed to come back again to the asks because of that haikyuu answer! Is there any character in general from anime/media that you would go "that's so x character" or that anyone from the cast would kin? I've been watching/reading the The apothecary diaries and idk why Jinshi gives off sometimes Percy vibes to me lol just curious! (and why not let's get Marina's good recs 🤭) thankss! 💖 I'm sure handling the blog and at the same time the developing must be exhausting! So, as always best of lucks ✨️

damn, and what about me!

it's actually been a millennia since i've watched any anime or well. anything, so forgive me for most of these being old as shit lmao. i've asked marina and our editor to weigh in too. marina agrees on jinshi for percy, by the way but here's the rest:

percy: mikoto mikoshiba (gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun), troy bolton (high school musical), sosuke shima (skip to loafer)

elio: kasuga ichiban (yakuza), phoenix wright (ace attorney), lee hyungsung (omnicient reader's viewpoint)

jamie: hirotaka nifuji (wotakoi), itsuomi nagi (a sign of affection, we think at least from clips we saw on twitter lmao), sho (arietty)

cameron: hazuki nagisa (free!), trucy wright (ace attorney), kermit (the muppets)

deja: chilchuck (dunmeshi), mitsuru kirijo (persona 3), tokiko takamine (skip to loafer)

reynah: makoto nijima (persona 5), bijou (hamtaro), elizabeth bennet (pride and prejudice)

marina edit: AHDWLKAHD if you were hoping to glean what kind of anime/media I and the rest of us consume IM SORRY LOL I can probably make a list but like Lilly said, we don't really consume a lot of things recently so we were wracking our brains for some of this. especially since like-- I think the writing team and I don't really frequent shoujos anymore? That being said hella love Apothecary Diaries and uoghghgoh you calling out jinshi for percy makes me happy a little lmao

[warmaidensrevenge]

Bates motel

Pairings: Friend Joseph/Jamie x Friend actress plus!size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Author’s note: This was a request by @salenorona23. I’m sorry Hun it took so long for me to do this. But I hope you like it. It's just a touch different. As always feedback is extremely welcomed. Also I recast someone in the walking dead to help with the story.

Warnings: 18+ mentions of rape, language, and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: You have taken a new role as Norma Louise Bates. And your friends Joe and Jamie have come over to support your new project. 

This was the most anxiety ridden character you have ever played. You had just taken a leading role in the new show called Bates Motel. You were playing Norma Bates. Though the producers wanted you as a blonde you suggested your natural hair color. Only because the last time you had to dye your hair for a role you started to lose it. And a wing looked so unnatural. So they allowed it.

You had played numerous plus size characters in the past and you were normally cast in comedy movies and was always as the comfort character in shows. Which you absolutely adored. You liked being that chubby girl for all the other chubby girls to look up to.

You had currently ended your role as Tara in The Walking Dead. That's how you met Jamie Bower. You met him at a con a while back and became really good friends. Then you met Joe after his role as Eddie Munson. He was a very underrated actor before Eddie. But he was truly the best. Complete opposite of Jamie. He was really cool and nice. And actually quite funny. Once you get past his shyness.

They were some of your greatest supporters when it came to you wanting to take on more serious roles. So when the opportunity arises for one you went for it. You really didn't think you had a shot because well the character was written for a thin blonde woman in her early 40s. But you got it. And it was the shits.

However, the first episode was really hard to do. It was so intense that you had to do several takes of a certain scene. Only because you were actually frightened. But you held back your fear and your past trauma aside and put on the best performance you could possibly give. After you took a break and went to your dressing room and cried. You really couldn't prepare enough for that terrible scene.

" Common y/n. It happened a long time ago. It's okay. It's okay." You said to yourself wiping away your tears.

Once it got close to the part that hurt you, you got up and excused yourself and went to the bathroom. You hadn't noticed the guys staring at you as you left. You sat on the toilet when you heard your screams. You tried to maintain your composure while the scene played through. Then silence fell. Shortly after there was a knock on the door. You got up and sighed. When you opened the door Jamie was standing there.

You gathered yourself and went on your way. Months later after the season was finished and ready to air, you invited Jamie and Joe to watch it at your place. They were so excited when they came. You took their coats and had snacks for them on the coffee table. You started the show and sat down. Jamie was watching while Joe looked at you and smiled. You returned it with a small one and looked back to the television.

" Oh yay! You didn't have to dye your hair." Jamie said excitingly.

" Thank goodness. I would have been bald by the end of the season."

" if you were bald. Jamie and I would shave our heads too."

" You actually look good in a buzz cut Joe. Like in Kin. Dude. So good. I cried " you pouted

Jamie caught Joe blushing.

" Right! I swear every time he does that one face I tear up." Jamie teased

" oh c'mon guys."

" No seriously Joe. You really made me believe that you were hurting. Not very many actors can convince me that they are actually the person they are playing." You grinned at him.

" Thank you sweetheart. That means a lot to me."

" You're very welcome sir."

" shhhh. I'm trying to watch this." Jamie half shouted.

You and Joe did this to each other 😬 and laughed turning back to watch the episode.

" Oh love." He said coming in and hugging you. " I didn't know you had to film that. Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine. It's okay." You frowned and then Joe popped his head in.

See Jamie knew what happened to you when you were in highschool but Joe didn't. And you really didn't want Joe to think any less of you. So you pulled away from Jamie and tried to smile at Joe. But it wasn't genuine and he knew it.

Not wanting to leave the comfort of the bathroom you sat on the floor. Jamie and Joe joined you. Jamie put his arm around your shoulders and Joe sat across from you. You didn't look at him. You picked at your nails and hesitated to speak.

" I umm. I'm sorry it's just a lot you know...it's been like 17 years since. And for some reason it just still hurts."

Jamie held you tighter. " love, it might always hurt. But we are here for you. Always. Right Joe?"

You looked up and met Joe's sorrowful eyes. " That's right mate....I don't know what's happened. But sweetheart if you need me. Whenever. Just call."

" Thank you." You said just above a whisper.

" Would you like to talk about it love?"

You looked over at Jamie and nodded.

" I ummm, I really don't too remember much.... I just remember screaming and begging for him to stop... It was prom. And-and it started out such a great night you know." You looked to Jamie then to Joe. " I remember my date constantly feeding me drink after drink. Before I knew I was leaning...I-I trusted him you know. I had hoped to be his girlfriend one day but things didn't work out. I remember having to go pee really bad. And all the stalls were filled in the ladies room so I stupidly went to the handicap bathroom. You know the ones that were private. I went and after I was done I swayed to the sink to wash my hands. I must have forgotten to lock the door because my date came in. I tried to ask for him to take me home but...he kissed me. I should have known by how rough he was what his intentions were. I-I tried pulling away but somehow he had me pinned. I begged....God did I beg. But he...he wouldn't stop."

Tears fell from the corner of your eyes and Joe reached to wipe them away.

You nervously laughed and sniffled. " It's okay. I'm okay...years of umm therapy and cake really helped...I guess." You sighed.

" What happened to the guy?" Joe asked getting closer to you.

" Ermm. He got off. Ummm apparently since I was drinking. That ummm I gave consent."

" WHAT?!" Jamie and Joe said at the same time.

Jamie pulled your chin to make you look at him. " You never told me that."

You could see tears in his eyes. " No don't cry jimmy Jam. It's ok."

" No it's not sweetheart." Joe said.

You looked at him and cupped his face with one hand and cupped Jamie's with the other.

" No really. It's okay. He uhh... he's in prison now for doing it to a few girls in college. Umm a few were actually minors. So he got a long time...I'm just glad he can't hurt anyone anymore."

You brought your hands together and rested them into your lap. You looked at your hands and smiled.

"You guys are really amazing you know that? It took a long time for me to trust guys again. And Jamie you were actually the first guy I let hug me. Everyone thought I was so weird shaking hands instead of hugging when I left the Walking Dead. Even with fans it was always a hovering type of hug. And for the longest time I swear I liked girls. I tried forcing myself too. But when I kissed Merritt I knew. I'm strictly dickly." You giggled.

The guys smiled and laughed. Once they stopped you stood up and helped them to their feet and gave each of them a warm embrace. Joe held you a bit longer than Jamie and you liked it.

" Okay let's go finish the episode." You said pulling away from Joe.

Jamie grabbed your hand and led you down the hallway with Joe on your tail. He stopped suddenly and turned.

" Love, if it's okay with Joe would you like to go out on a date with us?" He looked at Joe and smiled.

"Umm like a date date?" You said nervously.

" Yes sweetheart." Joe spoke softly.

You turned to see his beautiful smile then back to Jamie.

" I uhh...sure. I would like that."

...

So apparently Joe and Jamie have been talking about you for a while now. Joe was very interested once he began to spend time with you. And Jamie decided to play match maker. And the moment he saw you hug Joe a little too long he planned a date for you three. In which he would totally not show up for. He knew there was something brewing between you two for a while. And he loved the idea of his two friends getting together.

The night of the date Joe showed up to your place with flowers. You had dressed so gorgeous he thought he had seen an angel. You actually didn't mind that Jamie bailed on the date. You really did like Joe. And you didn't know he liked you too. That was until after dinner when he dropped you off. You stood on the porch thanking him for the amazing meal.

" I had a really great time tonight Joe."

" Me too sweetheart."

" You know, it's really hard to go out and not be swarmed by paparazzi. Let alone date."

" Yeah. It's almost impossible to get to know someone, working as much as we do."

" Right.. Well umm I better get to bed. Early day tomorrow."

" Of course. Umm but...y/n. I know you might not be ready for something serious. But I would like to see you again. Maybe a movie or a picnic?"

" Just us?"

" If you like. Yes."

" I would. I would like that very much."

Joe smiled. " Then it's settled."

You laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek. " Goodnight Joe."

" Uhh goodnight." He blushed.

You went in and closed the door hearing Joe saying.

" YES!"

...

[grogusmum]

Seven Tears Part 4

SELKIE!EZRA X F!READER

W/C: 3300ish

SERIES SUMMARY: Months after being abandoned, she does something rash and summons a selkie, who wishes to bring her comfort and maybe more.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Pearl must face her past, though they have the support of her family, she and Ezra will be pushed toward a big change.

WARNING: Olde Timey gender norms, sexism, spouse abandonment,Though set in Ireland, and Ireland's predominantly white, Reader is physically undescribed, as are her blood relatives, her missing spouse and his family are white, a catholic confession and bs, fisticuffs, the f-bomb just once, you know Jamie deserves it, angst (but you know it’s me, so soft angst, mentions of food, throwing up, pregnancy (?) Ezra is a selkie, yes, it deserves its own warning. Excessive use of pet names.

(as always see something say something. please let me know in my DMs if there is a warning I missed)

NOTES: The events of Swept Away are mentioned, it's is an 800-word drabble, you may want to read if you haven't. 💚 thank you lovelies!

PART 1

PART 3

Gaeilge translation

mo bhuachaill my boy

leath choróin half-crown

Tapadh leat Tilda agus Fergus Thank you Tilda and Fergus

Go n-éirí an t-ádh leat May luck rise to you

A ghrá love

Ezra spends the late morning at the pub, on top of spending early mornings gutting fish at your family’s fish mongery. Fergus and Tilda are always happy to give Ezra odd jobs when they have them. When they run out of things for him to do, he walks down to the water to have a visit. 

Watching the crashing waves, the briney air filling his lungs, he thinks back to the wedding party, you dancing with your kin, legs kicking out and crossing, the jumps, the skips and turns, your arms linked with your cousins. Your eyes alight, smile broad. When you came to pull him in to join the dance, you were glowing and breathless, reminding him of when he brings you to your peak. Ezra becomes restless thinking about it, hoping you will be home soon. 

He wants to be like Fergus and Tilda, who get to work together. He told Tilda so, and she gave a hearty laugh, it is not all it is cracked up to be, mo bhuachaill (mu VOO-uh-{k}hill) she had told him as she patted his cheek. Fergus agreed with Ezra, telling him it was wonderful to be close at home while he did his day’s labor, then he looked upon Tilda, with 60 some year old eyes that held all the love of a newlywed. They paid in meat pies and a couple of half-crowns for the morning. 

Ezra makes his way to the house and put up one of the pies to warm in the oven for lunch. You arrive soon after, the brisk air following you through the door, ready for lunch. 

“My stomach is positively howling,” you tell him taking off your scarf, hat, and coat, then kicking off your boots. "What smells so delicious?"

"Well my pearl, luckily I have spent several of my morning hours, working at the pub in exchange for some savory pies, and two shiny leath choróin (leeth COR-on). Ezra pulls you into his warm arms. 

“It will be ready to eat as soon as I taste your delicious lips,” his mouth meets yours needily, sealing it to yours, and presses against you. You smile and return his affections, your hands in his hair. 

Then he gives a wet open-mouthed kiss on your neck, nuzzling with his nose and nipping at your collarbone and the crook of your neck, what you have come to understand is his way of greeting you. When you come up for air, you murmur, food with a laugh. Ezra laughs, going to the hob for the pie. You eat in companionable quiet, playing footsy under the table in your socked feet, as your hands and mouths are occupied and smile cheekily at each other.

After lunch, the pair of you head back to the strand and walk the length of it. The tide is out and seabirds are getting their own lunch. Chatting about your mornings, how your mother and father are doing, and your brothers, how Tilda and Fergus are fairing. There is no big news, just every day this and that and then you throw up your entire portion of the pie. Ezra's soft brown eyes become wide, his brows shooting up.

“A stòr! You are unwell, let me get you home.”

You already feel better, but you nod. Ezra gives you a temperature-testing kiss on your forehead and shakes his head. You shrug. But you both remember your fainting spell on your Da’s boat. And you count a calendar in your mind. He keeps his hands on you as you traverse the steep path, one hand holding yours and the other on your lower back. Once you are on level ground he pulls you to his side. While all of this is not too unusual, there is a feeling that he is treating you as though suddenly made of porcelain. 

When you arrive at your little home, which no longer shows signs of neglect. The front door has a wreath on it, the window boxes are empty due to the time of year, but no longer have dead plants hanging out of them, and the other debris that Ezra noticed upon his arrival, is cleaned up. A testament to your renewed happiness. You put key to lock but the door swings open before you turn the key. All thoughts of your health gone.

Ezra immediately puts you behind him as he enters, puffing up. He calls to the house at large. Jamie comes around the corner, and you instantly see red. You push passed Ezra ready to give him a piece of your mind. How dare he come into your home like this, uninvited, while you are not at home, after his behavior at the wedding and the tavern. You storm up to him and then out of the bedroom comes Colin, a dark bundle of sleek fur gripped tight in his hand, and you are brought up short, looking like you have just seen a ghost.

Ezra, on the other hand, is not thrown. Colin has his pelt, so he moves quickly, flaring his nostrils, his head down, and eyes up, menacing. He makes a sound you have never heard from him before. Animalistic and threatening. He would have Colin on the ground in a trice, but Jamie is on him. You shout. Ezra manages to wrestle Colin to the floor. But Jamie has something in his hand. You see it flash, a knife, you go to grab his arm, and Jamie shakes you off. Ezra, seeing this out of his periphery, turns to help you, his boot on Colin's throat. Jamie shoves you, and you are down on the floor. Ezra becomes truly feral now, eyes black, he bellows. Going for Jamie, no longer caring about the pelt, only you. He defies myth again. Jamie's knife hand goes up, and the knife catches Ezra's cheek. 

“Stop!” You shout with all the air in your lungs from the floor. The men mercifully seem taken aback and do just that. You pull a handkerchief from your coat, kneeling beside Ezra, you press it to his cheek, “I am so sorry, my love.” 

You stand and Ezra gets up, holding the now dark red scrap of material.

“How dare you, James Michael Kelly!! Get the fuck out of my house! NOW!” Jamie turns tail and leaves. “AND YOU!” you turn your full attention to Colin and stalk toward him, and he has the good sense to look ashamed, at least for now.

“How dare you? Come back here like you’ve caught me in wrongdoing?! Where have you been, Colin Patrick Kelly? You leave me for months and months, doing what? Heaven knows! And, and then you come here, now? To what? For what? I have found another.”

This is what the toe-headed man needs to shove aside his shame.

“You didn’t find another,” he spits, and shakes the pelt at you, taunting You flinch, then Colin looks you up and down disgusted. “You summoned a selkie!” 

Your eyes fill with angry tears, and you hate yourself for it. But  Ezra will not have it, he takes you in his arms, dark eyes on Colin’s light ones his head tipped back.

“There only one here who should be rueful and repentant. And I am looking at him. You deserted your wife, left her like a coward. Left her in a way she could not move forward. You should be standing before her, all sackcloth and ashes. You caused her to call on a selkie. And oh yes I came,” Ezra turns from Colin to look at you. He wants there to be no mistake. “I came because I already loved her and will love her better than you ever would or could.” He makes show of kissing you, holding your cheek in his free hand, then turns back to Colin pointing at his pelt, “Now drop that and go, tis not your property.”

His eyes take on a dangerous glint-

“Trust me when I say, you would not care to have me take it from you.”

Colin seems to be sizing Ezra up, then looks at you, his face a mask. 

“She is still my wife, and this is my house,” he says finally. 

“You can not be serious, Colin. You want to come back to me?” 

“Not so much as I do not want some other ‘man’ having what is mine.” 

It is here, that Ezra punches him hard across the face, and Colin goes down hard. Ezra picks up his pelt and takes you from the cottage, headed, he is not sure where. You do not speak, walking in a daze, but you do have a destination. Your parents' house. 

You let yourself and Ezra in, and your mother sees the stricken look on your face, and though completely forgotten by Ezra, his bloody cheek. She hollers for your father and pulls Ezra into their large kitchen to look at his wound. You follow feeling a little lost. You sit on the stool you used to watch your mother cook from, and the warm light of the kitchen and familiar smell soothes you slightly. 

But it is not to last for as soon as your father enters and your parents look to you to explain, you burst into tears again. You try to get through the story, but Ezra mercifully takes over, and when he is done your parents are livid. Your Da takes off almost immediately, not before giving your forehead a kiss and patting Ezra's shoulder, giving it a warm squeeze. After settling you both to rest with hot toddies, your Mam tells you to remain at the house and leaves as well. 

Patrick is in a state as he marches to your home. Seeing Ezra's face bloodied, you hardly able to speak for wailing in fear, confusion, and despair in his head. He knows in the eyes of the church and by the letter of the law, you have nary a leg to stand on. You are still married, and the house is legally Colin's, not that he contributed more to it than you or your family but the deed is in his name because that is what is done. A woman like you needs to count on decency of family, friends, and neighbors to use their heads and hearts to not condemn her. He has been proud to say that other than the likes of Jamie and a very few, Patrick’s village has not let him down, not let you down. But that is all going to change now that Colin was back, not with everyone but with many. Enough to make things difficult.

Lost in the argument running inside his mind, Patrick comes upon your red door suddenly. Seeing a light through the mullioned window, he hammers on the door. It swings open and Colin has the good sense to not look surprised. 

“Da- Partick.” Colin corrects.

“Go one further, you can call me Mister Brennan.”

Colin again shows some common sense, and nods somewhat sheepishly. Patrick scrutinizes him.

“Why sir, could you not show this deference to my daughter I wonder,” Patrick muses. “What is your plan? Do you really intend to get back in her good graces? Do not answer that.”

“Jamie contacted me and told me she is-  she’s shacking with a selkie man. In my house no less!” 

“And would you care about the integrity of your house so much, if she were haunting it on her own? Mourning her ‘lost husband’. Would you have run home then? Do not answer that. I am here to tell you to remove nothing from this home. Better yet, stay at your dear brother's place. While this gets sorted. Got me? This, you can answer.” 

“Yes. I got you.” 

Deirdre marches to the stone church in the heart of the village. Murmuring, as she prays on each bead of her rosary. She enters the building, crosses herself with her deft fingers after they dip in the ornate vessel of holy water, and then makes her way to the dais. The smell of frankincense and myrrh comforts her, on bended knee, she crosses herself again before the altar and goes to the confessional. The door slides open the instant she seats herself.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession."

'"May almighty God have mercy on you, and having forgiven your sins, lead you to eternal life. Amen," Father Liam O’Brian intones.

Deirdre confesses her venal sins and does her act of contrition, is given her penance, and is absolved of her sins. But Deirdre lingers, and the priest sits with her, patiently.

“What is weighing on your heart, Dierdre?” He asks after several moments stretch.

“Colin has returned, Father.” It is a whisper as if so large a sin for even the confessional.

“Holy Ma- Colin Kelly?”

“The same.”

“Let us walk, Deirdre,” he says, and stepping out of the confessional, Deirdre follows. Father OBrian guides her out into the garden behind the church next to the rectory. She tells him the story, right up to dressing Ezra’s cheek, and the vicar listens. Nodding in places where he is familiar with the story, when Colin disappeared, remembering counseling you in those first weeks, the wedding of your cousin Courtney, as he was the officiant, recollecting you introducing Ezra shyly, yes, you only identified him as a friend to the priest, but you knew, he knew Ezra was more.

“What recourse do we have?”

“In the sight of God, your daughter is married to Colin Kelly,” the priest says solemnly.

“He deserted her, for all most a year, doing who knows what, and only returned for what he sees as his property. And that includes my daughter.” bristles Deirdre.  

“What he was doing is between him and God, he must seek forgiveness of course.”

“What about her? What about her and Ezra?”

“I needn’t remind you that she has been living in sin for some time, and we have all turned a blind eye, passing no judgment upon her. She was suffering, we all knew it and felt for the girl but her husband is claiming his right to her," Father O’Brian clears his throat uncomfortably, “E-Ezra must go back to where he came from, and she needs to repent her sins, then weave and cleave to her husband. I am happy to council her-”

“Father Liam!”

“Did you expect a different answer, my child?”

“Do not. I knew you in short pants!” 

Deirdre only feels the slightest pang of guilt, she must make up for it, but for now, she storms toward home. She kicks herself. She should not have expected a different answer… the rosary moves in her hand, and she looks to the Mother Mary. You want something from the son, you talk to the mother, she reminds herself.

Ezra cradles you on the large sofa in the parlor of your parents' home. You both discuss what they are possibly up to. You have a good idea, you roll your eyes as you tell him your mam is most definitely praying, and da… well, good luck Colin. You check on his cheek, it was going to scar, perhaps not too badly but-

“We have been fully derailed, moonbeam, we went back to the house because you were not feeling well.”

“True, my stomach hurts, but I don think it is for any reason except for Colin turning our lives upside down and shaking it like a blasted snow globe.”

“Is that really all it is? I think we have a real problem, A ghrá (uh GRAWH).”

“What do you mean? I mean I know, but-” You look over at the seal skin, panic rising. “Please, Ezra, my love- “

Ezra knows at once what you are thinking, he holds your face in his hands, he tells you something in the old language, and his eyes and voice are soothing as always. You are proud that you know what he is saying most times when he reverts to it, but this time it is more Irish than you have, you tell him you do not understand. He kisses you in response, putting his forehead to yours.

“I said, ‘do not be afraid my love, and always remember, if you want me, I will not go anywhere without you.’”

“But-” you begin, but Ezra kisses your forehead.

 “I will take care of it, though I fear it will more change than I planned. I cannot help but wonder if you will be willing.” 

“What do you mean more change than you planned? I will go with you, Ezra. Anywhere.”

Ezra’s eyes flash, perhaps a little greedily, then he kisses you hard and wanting.  

“Let us not get ahead of ourselves, Pearl. I must speak with someone first.”

He plans to wait until one of your parents returns. It is your father, he had met up with your mother and she explained where she had gone and what happened. And that she is on her way to speak with your eldest sister Felicia, instructing her to talk with the boys about the situation. The family is to come together for dinner tonight. Your Da is not sure you will be up to such a thing, but Dierdre is firm in her belief that the family must surround and protect you. 

You have dozed off on the couch, so Ezra carefully extracts himself from under you and murmurs to Patrick that he has an errand to run. 

“Will you be back for supper?”

“I would not dare miss Deirdre’s sumptuous cooking, perish the thought,” Ezra says a hand on the older man’s shoulder. 

Ezra makes his way to Fergus and Tilda’s, they can see his distress the moment they put their eyes on him. Tilda brings him before the fire to warm him. 

“Tell me mo bhuachaill what has happened,” her dark eyes leveling his, a reassuring hand on his knee, she gives it a squeeze.

“Her husband has returned, he wants to stake his claim,” Ezra looks disgusted, and then anguished. “I reckon she is with child. Mine, of course.”

Tilda puffs her cheeks and then lets the air out in a burst through her nostrils but stays silent. 

“You reckon, how?”

“I can tell she has skipped a moon cycle... she's had a fainting spell, and then today she threw up. I am not sure, but-”

“Have you spoken with her?”

“I was going to, and then-”

“The husband”, Tilda finished.

“The husband.”

“You know the archipelago off Port Noo?”

“Of course”

“My kin built some cottages on Rón Inis (Roan Inish), they are still there. I imagine they need some attention… but they were built good and sturdy. The other option is well-”

Fergus comes up behind Ezra and hands him a slip of paper with instructions to get to the Island.

“Thank ye, Fergus.” Ezra folds the paper and pockets it. “The other option, well, Pearl will have to want that so deeply in her heart for it to be- and it cannot happen until after the child comes.” 

“When will you leave?” Fergus asks.

“As soon as possible, I suppose.” 

“when its time, let us pack some food for you, some salted meats- there are no iceboxes there.”

Ezra looks at them with gratitude, that he seems unable to express. 

“Cat got your tongue, young man? Ha, a first!” Tilda teases good-naturedly.

“I will miss you.”

“Us too Ezra. Son,” Fergus says as Ezra stands. They hug, and Fergus claps his shoulder. "This is not goodbye, but so long.”

Ezra hugs Tilda, holding tight. She puts her hand on the back of his head, and he lowers his head into her shoulder. 

“I have to get back to her.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Tapadh leat (tapah lat) Tilda agus Fergus.”

“Go n-éirí an t-ádh leat (Guh n’ayr’ee an tah leath),” Tilda said lovingly.

to be continued...

Part 5

Gaeilge translation:

mo bhuachaill my boy

leath choróin half-crown

Tapadh leat Tilda agus Fergus Thank you Tilda and Fergus

Go n-éirí an t-ádh leat May luck rise to you

Rón Inis Island of Seals

A ghrá love

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Unbelievably Outlandish– Part 10

Summary:  Before starting down a new crossroads, the Reader goes onto an adventure of literary traveling. Suddenly tossed into an unbelievable story that has swept the world, The Outlander Series itself. How will a twenty first century woman survive?

Note: I own no characters, except reader, clearly this is based off the lovely book series Outlander by Diana Gabaldon and tv show. This follows more the tv show, but it’s far from accurate. I’m going to try to get better with using less proper English, but who knows maybe I’ll get into Scottish slang.

Pairing: Jamie Fraser x Female Reader 

Words: 1400

Warning: Angst, playfulness, cursing, slow start, obvious fighting and violence, mention of suicide

*I’ll be honest, this chapter is more of a fuller, substance chapter. If you wanted to be added to the tag list, please send me a message or chat. Thank you for everyone’s patience!

The hunt still left you plenty in your thoughts. It should be on helping in whatever way you can, but you kept thinking on your role here and how you clearly will never belong, no matter how to try to be kind and open to the culture, no matter how much you push away your own values and morals for these people. It will never matter. Rupert yelled your name, catching your attention. A man got hurt and you help mend what you can before instructing Rupert to bring him back to the village. Another scream, a different type of scream caused you to be pulled from you own thoughts of now and into the times of wartime. You charge to the scream, you found a man losing blood quickly, and a shot pulled you from your thoughts. The boar that did this must have been shot, “Mistress Y/L/N, am I going to die?”

 All the pressure and anger you felt subsided, “Hold of Geordie, let me look at you,” several clansmen surrounded you. Dougal showed up to hold Geordie as you tried to patch up his leg. Dougal and him were exchanging words when you saw the wounds to his abdomen. Dougal made eye contact with you and you knew he knew what you were saying. You pulled off the tourniquet, and grabbed his hand, “Geordie, the pain is going to be go soon, but while we wait, I have a bet with Angus.” Geordie looked at you the way many men have looked at you before in the Marine. You had to bring him peace in the time of his panic, “I bet Angus that the colonies had more beautiful sites than Scotland. Tell me about your home, what’s it like?”

 Georgie perked up as he told you about his home and you gripped his hand with all your might and continue to stroke his hair to help sooth him. And soon he was gone, you quickly got up and made your way to your horse. Before you knew what you were doing, you made your way to the castle. You needed some busy work, like stitching up the leg of the man who was also attacked by the boar. Afterwards, you walked outside to see the men playing field hockey, which you played for a few years in high school. This was far more barbaric, and you could see Dougal taking his rage out on Jamie. He could cope in anger, but if you did this, you would be gutted.

 You wondered who would win in a fight and you had no doubt Jamie would win. When you saw Dougal on the ground, a young girl from one of your lessons tugged on your arm, “Well hello Molly dear, you enjoying the gathering?” There is no reason to take your rage on children, they didn’t do anything wrong. Honestly, teaching them defense things and survival tactics was the most time you felt at peace, well except when you were with – never mind that thought.

 “Aye mistress, very much,” you smile down at her, “I heard about your ill-wish and I know who made it. They did not know it was intended for you when they gave it to the girl.”

Guilt hit your chest again, someone was scared you were going to hurt them for being an accomplice. You were letting the harshness of one person hurt your relationship with the majority, “You know who put it under my bed?”

 “Aye mistress,” she whispered, “You wouldn’t be telling my mother, would you? She wouldn’t be wanting me to get into others business.”

 You bent down to her level, “Tell you what,” you pull out your coin bag with most of the money you made for yourself while staying here – your escape money, “I’ll tell your mother you helped me collect supplies for the gathering, which is why I paid you all this. And you tell me who put it under my bed?”

 “Mistress, I don’t need your money. Girls aren’t allowed to learn the things you are teaching. You don’t deserve any ill-wishes. You’re lovely,” you smile up at her.

 You pass her the bag, “You’ve earned it dear, I keep my word. Give me the name and the money is yours.”

 “Laoghaire,” she whispered. You shot up, looking around completely shocked.

 “Alrighty lass,” you pat her on the shoulder, “If you don’t mind, I have business to take care of.”

 “Be careful, please,” she urged after you.

 You had a hyper focus again, you intended to kick her ass, like you reported. And you found her socializing where most of the clan put up tent for the gathering. You passed Murtagh and Jamie, taking off your sling bag off and your dagger from your waistband and handed it to one of them, “Murtagh, could you mind this for me?”

 “I’m not your errand boy, lass, and where you going that you won’t need this,” he questioned.

 “You’re a pretty face, Murtagh, you ask too many questions,” you sass to him, looking at your target. Jamie and him stopped leaning on a post, both putting their drinks down. They could clearly tell you mean business. “Hey, Laoghaire, you two faced, toxic bitch, I got your gift earlier and I would like show you my appreciation.”

 She had the audacity to give you a glare, before she realized she was in real danger. She started to step backwards, and the crowd started to grow around you as you moved closer to the girl, “Leave me alone, wench.”

 “Oh, you do have words now that you can use. I thought you might be too stupid to speak up and say something since you chose to instead use this voodoo bullshit to get at me. You want to bring me pain lady, let’s go at it,” you finally were within three feet of her. Before you could make a grab at her, she ran in another direction.

 You were about to put your running skills to work, when Murtagh gripped your arm, “Come on lass, you made your point let’s get you back to the surgery.”

 “You know what, I’m a little busy right now. But I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a few, we can have some tea to cleanse our spirit, la de da and all,” you keep her in your eye sights. You were about to start your chase when you were tossed over a shoulder. Murtagh was carrying you back as you banged on his back. You were mad in this moment because you gave your dagger away to this meathead or he would have suffered from a few, no lethal jabs. He dropped you in the surgery room, “Damn it, Murtagh what the hell is wrong with you?”

 “With me, you were about to put a big target on your back. You’re a guest here lass, they don’t take too kindly to guests attacking one of their kin,” he leaned against the counter.

 You started to cry, and you usually do not cry, “Does it mean nothing I didn’t start it? Her action deserves a consequence. I watch all men here fight over nothing and here I am fighting against an injustice and my life is at danger. Do I not matter to anyone where? Should I just go to the tallest tower and jump?”

 “Don’t be so dramatic, an ill wish is nothing,” he urged to you. He didn’t seem too phased by the fact you were crying, though he did soften his voice to show sympathy, “I know you don’t believe any of nonsense. You are a smart woman.” You started to toss things about the surgery, organizing all the stuff you brought out for the hunt. Murtagh walked over to you and stopped you by gripping the top of both your arms, “Y/N, you matter more than you know. Stop this behavior, you’ll get accustomed.”

 “Murtagh, why do I always have to be the one to change? What do I have to do to feel like I belong here, how long will it take for people to believe I’m not an outsider?”

 He took a deep breath again, “I know it doesn’t seem it now and I don’t know how, but you do belong here. It’ll come in time. Until then, stop picking fights.”

 “Yes father,” you rolled your eyes, “Where is Jamie, I assume he has my bags and things?”

 “Aye, right now he is taken care of Laoghaire, so you needed be worrying about her anymore,” he said, making his way to the stairs.

 “Unless he has killed her and hid the body, I’ll keep to worry about her and her no good deeds, thank you,” you shouted at him. “And make sure Jamie brings back my things sooner rather than later.”

 And before Jamie could drop off your things, Dougal Mackenzie came down to share you would be journeying out to collect rent from the clan who wasn’t able to make it.

PART 11

 Taglist:  @doctorwhatwhenandwhere @damnedandbroken @blushingpogue @blancastans @slytherinambitious @kinky-asher @lovesanimals @bilesxbilinskixlahey

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11 Fics Under 100 Kudos 

A huge thank you to @holdhertightandsayhername who submitted this prompt to @thelallybrochlibrary’s Holiday Prompt Exchange: 

‘Reader prompt: write a short article about a great fic UNDER 100 kudos!’ 

In the spirit of 12 Days of Outlander, here are not one but eleven fics under 100 kudos that, we think, are totally worth reading these holidays. Enjoy! 

Wee Shadow. by @redstarfiction

A wee one shot of Jamie and Claire fluff with Jem and Mandy set around ‘Tell The Bees' 

Note: A short but lovely in-canon moment between Outlander’s leading couple. If you have only a moment these holidays to read something ‘new’ - click on the link above. You won’t regret it.

Before Light by @westerhos

Murtagh comforts Jamie after Faith’s death.

Note: This one-shot is a perfect accompaniment to Season 2 in helping fill the lengthy gap between the end of ‘Faith’ and the beginning of ‘The Fox’s Lair’. It simultaneously pulls at heartstrings while helping both Jamie and readers find a little [much needed] closure. Highly recommended to anyone in the mood for some short-lived emotional turmoil. 

Of Kith and Kin by @ianmuyrray for @otheroutlandertales

Jenny returns to Lallybroch from delivering a grandchild and Ian tells her about Brianna. A missing moment from 4x07.

Note: A short one-shot that - not only those who love Jenny and Ian, but - all fans of Outlander will enjoy. This conversation between husband and wife is likely to bring a smile to your face and perhaps even prompt a happy tear or two. If, after reading this, you find yourself in need of even more Jenny/Ian, we recommend checking out Muy’s A Deal for some fake/pretend relationship goodness.

The Midnight Kitchen by @thescarlettpeacock

A short fic featuring Fergus, Claire and the midnight munchies… 

Note: A very sweet moment between mother and son in a modern-day alternate universe that is bound to leave you wondering ‘what if’ in the best way possible. Warning: late-night reading may induce cravings for jam sandwiches.

The Knife by @whiskynottea for @otheroutlandertales

Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser is asked to craft a knife and finds love in the new world.

Note: Life for Murtagh post-Culloden is a storyline not often explored and this tv!canon divergent one-shot can only be described as a blessing - for both Murtagh and all his fans. Nothing more needs to be said - just go ahead and click on that link above!

Without Us by @bonnie-wee-swordsman    

A follow up to Season 2 Episode 13 (Dragonfly in Amber), showing Fergus’ journey back to Lallybroch

Note: As the comments will attest, this story is as likely to provoke a display of emotion as watching the episode itself. Please make sure to browse the tags before reading as there are vague references to events in Season 2 Episode 7 (Faith) that some may wish to avoid. Those willing to proceed, however, will not be disappointed.

Which Door? by thatsoccercoach

Claire intends to go to Frank’s Super Bowl party.

Note: Don’t be fooled by first impressions. These initial 256 words lead to an astounding 78 one-shots (totalling 80,829 words!) that all fit within the parameters of this post including Powerful | Wonderful | Ridiculous and The Anniversary Present. Perfect for those who, after a hearty meal, find themselves surrounded by napping family members and are in need of something both fluffy and lengthy to keep them company.

Lucky Lad by @abbydebeaupreposts

From a Tumblr prompt: Can we get a story about Jamie and Roger and Jemmy bonding?

Note: A perfect example of how even the vaguest prompt can result in the most glorious of fics. Best of all, you don’t need to be a fan of Roger in order to enjoy this domestic moment on Fraser’s Ridge from Brianna’s point of view.  

The Fire in my Soul by @queen-in-the-northx

Set sometimes after the end of MOBY, Claire reflects on falling in love with Jamie.

Note: Anyone who is in love with Jamie and Claire’s love story will fall in love with this fic, too. For that extra touch, imagine Claire reading it aloud in a voiceover similar to those we have been blessed with on occasion throughtout the television series.  

Cross That Line by MooseDeEvita

While traveling from town to town to lure Jamie back to them, Murtagh and Claire turn to each other for physical comfort. After all, confessions of lost love go so well with an ocean view and a sky full of stars. A bit of a deleted scene in episode 14 “The Search” after they hug in the cave by the sea.

Note: Murtagh x Claire: it’s the rarepair you never knew you needed. And trust us, you do. Recommended to absolutely everyone who is, like Murtagh and Claire, open to new [and undeniably erotic] experiences. 

Clair(e)voyance 1.0 by @notevenjokingfic

Detective Sergeant James Fraser and Chief Medical Examiner Claire Randall. Both are perhaps a little jaded, and shut off from the world, until the other steps into theirs. It’s supernatural. Intrigue. Romance. Murders. Mystery. All of that and so, so much heart. It’s the telling of several different cases that span over their partnership – which is a word that comes to take on several different meanings as the story goes on. And each case is more interesting than the next.

Note: If you have ever needed an excuse to reread this well-known fan favorite, this is it! Almost every single instalment in this popular series has less than 100 kudos, so, after you have browsed the list above, head on over to AO3 to start at very the beginning - and make sure to leave kudos each step of the way! 

Bonus Challenge!

There are hundreds of wonderful, amazing, incredible fics under 100 kudos on AO3. As such, we challenge you to add to this very short list by sharing one of your own favorite fics under 100 kudos, leaving a more personal message in the author’s ask box, or perhaps finding that unfinished multi-chapter fic under 100 kudos and leaving a comment to tell the author how much you would love an update one day in the near future. Whatever you choose, we are sure all authors will appreciate your love and support this holiday season! 

[babybluebex]

I want to read your Jamie stuff but I haven’t seen Kin! Could you maybe break it down a bit for me pls?

sure! it's a short film so it's maybe 14 minutes long? but it's about jamie, who is unspecified but assumed to be about 19/20/21, and a custody battle for his younger brother harry, who is 14 or 15. when the film starts, jamie was just denied custody of harry and is very angry, and he goes to the social worker and asks her why he's been denied. she doesn't tell him why, but says that she's doing everything she can and that he can reapply, but that this is seemingly the last time, and that if jamie doesn't get custody of harry now, he'll lose him to the system.

here, jamie sees harry's file on the social worker's desk and he triggers a fire alarm to get back into her office and steal part of the file, and he finds the name/address of a foster family that's lined up for harry. so jamie goes and?? he doesn't break in, but he enters the couple's house and sorta looks around and sees that they are richer than him and can provide a better environment, but jamie still believes that he's what's good for harry.

when jamie gets home late that night, he finds that harry has left the house that he lives in (not an orphanage but sorta) and has come to jamie's scant apartment, and jamie gets angry again, saying that harry is jeopardizing him being able to keep him, because the social worker will think that jamie came and took him without permission. jamie allows harry to sleep there during the night, but says that he must go back in the morning.

when the morning comes, the social worker comes and instantly assumes that jamie took harry, and jamie, letting his emotions get to him, slams her against a wall and chokes her. she's fine lol, but she says something like "that's it" and it's sorta assumed that this show of violence is the last straw and that jamie definitely will not be getting harry.

there's also a girl there that i think is jamie's girlfriend but her character isn't fleshed out very much (you don't even get her name in dialogue, only in credits), but she hardly does anything so she's not that important. there's also old camera footage of jamie and harry's sick mom sprinkled throughout everything, but no plot really happens during these clips.

overall it's really good and i enjoyed it!

[babybluebex]

aaah blurb for jamie from kin. he’s super quiet and reader asks what’s wrong and of course he says nothing but reader knows him and just wraps him up in a big old hug and kisses his cheek and he goes all soft and says how worried he is about his brother idk something along those lines thank u, love ur writing so much

ugh yes jamie my sweet boy he deserves the world also this is hella short yikes sorry

"What's going on?" you asked Jamie. You hadn't been dating him very long, maybe only a few weeks, but you already knew him well enough to know when something was wrong with him.

"Why do you think something's going on?" Jamie asked, puffing out a mouthful of cigarette smoke.

"You're just acting strangely," you said. "You can tell me anything, J, I'm here for you."

Jamie rolled his jaw as he thought, and he looked at you for a moment before he finally said, "Nothing's wrong. Just got a lot on my mind."

"Jamie," you sighed. "You can tell me anything. Please? You just look so sad."

Jamie was a quiet kind of guy anyway, but his silence now was deafening. Whatever was on his mind was monumental and meant a lot to him. You leaned close to him and pressed your cheek to his shoulder, and your arms wound around his middle as he smoked again. "I'm here for you," you said. "Whatever it is, I'm here."

"You can't tell anyone," Jamie said finally after a long bout of silence. "Alright? It's really a big deal to me."

"I won't tell," you said to him. "What's wrong?"

Jamie was quiet again for a long moment, contemplating, and he sighed. "I have a little brother," he began, and your heart fell into your stomach. "Harry."

"I didn't know that," you mumbled.

"Yeah, he doesn't live with me," Jamie said. "He's still in the system, after our parents... I'm trying to get custody of him, but it's not working. I got the letter today that they rejected me for custody."

"Oh my God," you muttered. "Jamie, sweetheart, I'm so sorry. Why, um, why did they reject you?"

"Why?" Jamie scoffed softly. "Does it matter? They told me I can't have my brother, that's all that matters. I can try to appeal it, but they're not going to listen to me. Our social worker is doing everything she can, but it's not enough, and I'm so—" His hand clenched into a fist, then pressed hard into his thigh, and he blinked hard as he said, "I can't lose Harry. I just can't."

"You won't lose him, J," you told him, setting your hands on his shoulders. "Even if he goes to a different family, I'm sure they'll still let you visit. I mean, you're his brother—"

"Which is why he belongs with me," Jamie said sharply. "Not with some business owner and his wife, he needs me."

Your heart sank deep into your stomach, and you hugged Jamie tighter. He smelled like smoke and cologne and laundry soap, and you slotted your hands into the back pockets on his jeans as you held him tightly. "Baby," you whispered finally.

"I'm just worried about him," Jamie mumbled. "I want what's best for him, but I know that I'm what's best, I just can't make anyone else see that."

"It'll be okay," you whispered. "You can appeal their decision and make them see that you're the right choice. You'll get Harry and everything'll be alright."

"I hope so," Jamie said. "He's all I've got left, and I'm all he's got. I just can't fuck this up again."

"You won't," you assured him. "Look, I can help you fill out the application, I'll do whatever I can to help. You obviously love him and need him, and the system fucking sucks for trying to take him from you. Whatever you need, I'm here for you, J."

Jamie crushed the butt of his cigarette under his toe, and he wrapped himself around you with a heavy sigh. "Let's hope so," he mumbled into your hair. "I just need Harry to be okay."

[babybluebex]

Have you ever thought about writing for Jamie from Kin?

i've had the brief passing thought about it, but i haven't really come up with anything for him. if anyone has any blurb requests for him, i would love to write him, though!