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being a multi shipper is like picking which kind of shipper i want to be that day.
do i want to be a die hard bartylus shipper? and be overly loud about it or do i want to ship rosekiller that day and get into how they match each other instead of compete for it like bartylus?
do i want to ship prongsfoot and moonwater and live an alternate universe or do i want to have jegulus and wolfstar?
or do i want to have dorlily or lilylene? maybe switch it up completely and ship bartylily OR i could go with the classic jily.
or you know i could spice it up and go into my poly ships.. darkwolfstar, wolfstarbucks, jegulily, starrosekiller?
or go into my deep guilty pleasures with jarlene, jilylene, bitchkiller, moonkiller, lilyprongsfoot⊠anyways.
this isnât even everyone
donât even get me started on kinnies.
#multishipper#ao3 author#marauders#marauders fandom#marauders era#dead gay wizards#regulus black#james potter#remus lupin#sirius black#lily evans#evan rosier#dorcas meadowes#marlene mckinnon#barty crouch jr#wolfstar#jegulus#jily#jilylene#jarlene#lilylene#dorlily#darkwolfstar#starrosekiller#jegulily#bartylily#bitchkiller#moonkiller
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Welp, Jaredâs chimed in. Now we just need to hear from Jensen đ
#câmon jensen speak up#cockles#jenmish#jarlene#misha collins#jensen ackles#dean winchester#jared padalecki
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Ideas for Hp ship names
Hi guys. So, normally i would be doing yet another mute & block/follow list but, i've noticed that there are a shit ton of yet unnamed ships (both problematic & not) in this fandom so i decided to propose some names for them, startin with the non Problematic ones:
Heat:
Angelotter: the ship between Angelina Johnson and Harry Potter
Reason for the name: its her name and his last name
Jarlene : The ship between James Potter and Marlene McKinnon.
Reason for the name: its their names
Prince's Bones: Severus Snape and Amélia Bones
Reason for the name: it's his mom's last name and her last name... Plus it makes it sound like she belongs to him.
Severlene: Severus Snape and Marlene McKinnon
Reason for the name: it's their names
PaddyPet: Sirius black and Petunia Evans Dursley
Reason for the name: it's both of their nicknames combined
Maregulus:Mary Macdonald and Regulus Black
Reason for the name: it's their names combined
Prince's Pet: Severus Snape and Petunia Evans Dursley
Reson for the name: it's his mom's last name and her nickname.
Femslash:
Chhaang and Gin- the ship between Ginny Weasley and Cho Chang
Reason for the name:
"Chhaang or chhyang (Tibetan: àœàœàŒ, Wylie: chang, Nepali: à€à„à€Żà€Ÿà€, Newar: à€„à„:) is a Nepalese and Tibetan alcoholic beverage also popular in parts of the eastern Himalayas, Yakkha, Limbu, Dura, Newar, Sunuwar, Rai, Gurung, Magar, Sherpa, Tamang and Lepcha communities. " (from Wikipedia) & " Gin (/dÊÉȘn/) is a distilled alcoholic drink that derives its flavour from juniper berries and other botanical ingredients." (from Wikipedia). It also happens that Ginny can be shortened to Gin and Chhaang could also be a misspelling of Cho's last name so it kinda works out.
Gin & Fleur- the ship between Ginny Weasley and Fleur Delacour
Reason for the name: it's a shortened version of Ginny's name and Fleur's name.
Slash:
Drorge- the ship between Draco Malfoy and George Weasley
Dred- the ship between Fred Weasley and Draco Malfoy
Garry-the ship between George Weasley and Harry Potter
Frarry- the ship between George Weasley and Harry Potter
Reverus - the ship between Regulus Black and Severus Snape
Poly:
JoKer Darling - The ship between George Weasley, Fred Weasley Draco Malfoy
Reason for the name : the series of ficts bellow
Chosen JoKer- the ship between George Weasley, Fred Weasley and Harry Potter
Reason for the Name: the same fict series and He is the chosen one
Joker Granger : the ship between George Weasley, Fred Weasley and Hermione Granger
Reason for the name: the same fict series and its her last name
Joker Lee: the ship between George Weasley, Fred Weasley and Lee Jordan
Reason for the name: the same series of ficts and its his name.
Dramionarry: the ship between Draco Malfoy,Harry Potter and Hermione Granger
reason: Its a combination of their ship names
Have more ideas? Leave them in the comments and i will add them to the list. Let's make these ship names official
#harry potter#harry potter fandom#ship names#ideas#proportions#lets make this official#please interact#send ideas#paddypet#prince's pet#angelotter#jarlene#severlene#prince's bones#dramionarry#JoKer Darling#JoKer Granger#Chosen JoKer#JoKer lee
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7 | 8



#the marauders era#marauders era#the marauders#marauders socmed#fame au#socmed au#james potter#lily evans#marlene mckinnon#jarlene friendship
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Dorm Student Profile - Jarlen Silverheel
"Hello again, beautiful. Back for more?" - Astarion
Personal Info
Name - Jarlen Silverheel
Physical Age - 21
Real Age - Two Centuries
Birthday - 8/14
Zodiac - Leo
Gender - Male
Species - Elf/Vampire
Height - 175cm/5ft'9in
Orientation - Pansexual
Homeland - Briar Valley
Twist of Astarion from Baldur's Gate 3
School Info
School - Night Ravens College
Dorm - Serendipia
Year - 3rd
Best Subject - Magic History
Club - Myth & Folk Creatures

Other Info
Favorite Food - Pork,Bear
Likes - Animals,Classical Music,Hair Care,Fashion,Vampire Aesthetics,People being selfish,Himself,Reading Fantasy Novels,Romance,Playing Games,Being Sneaky,Talking his way out or into something,Magical Tomes,Gossip
Dislikes - Rats,Too Serious Do-Gooders
Unique Magic - Being Vampire counts as UM for him,Can bypass the usual Vampire rules due to a unique reason he may reveal to someone
Personality - Very flamboyant,snarky,tad selfish,and has a clever tongue that gets him into trouble usually or something else. Will be stand-offish at first if barely knows you and you ask him too many questions. Doesn't like serious rule followers who never seem to have some fun as it cramps his style.
Bio - Often called "The Pale Elf" Sterling is sophisticated and well versed in the arts worker(?) from Briar Valley. He doesn't talk much about his past just says he works for a house of high standards. He exudes class and fanciness to the point he seems to be an expert of it for many years. Only those close to him know he is a vampire but not a powerful one. He feeds upon mainly animals but can't help but think about what humans and other folks may taste likeâŠif one was willing to let him have a taste.
#twst oc#twst fandorm#serendipia#oc profile#twisted wonderland fandorm#twisted wonderland oc#baldur's gate 3#astarion#jarlen
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"U are my yoker & me ur jarlen cuin kuchau đ
đŁïžđŁïžđ„”đđ€đ€đ±đ±đłđłđ©đ"
third worldist Kafblade.
#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr blade#blade honkai#curi#honkai edit#honkai fanart#hsr kafka#kafblade#kafka honkai star rail
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vampire male names:
alaric / roman / dimitri
damion / azrael / jarlen
salem / klaus / blayze
altair / kaspen / elron
ammar / vlad / lazarus
jaspar / valentine / ascelin
edward / panas / damion
#female writers#original writing#faceclaim#wattpad#writing#fanfic#writers#face character#fancast#gif pack#vampys thoughts#vampcore#vampire#twilight#name suggestions#themed names
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Zona Norte de Natal Recebe 'O Despertar do Poder da Mulher Potiguar'; Evento Inspirador acontecerĂĄ no dia 6 de Abril
Na Zona Norte de Natal, surge uma fonte de esperança e empoderamento em meio aos desafios da pandemia. O Desperta Mulher Potiguar, concebido em 14 de março de 2022 pela EmpresĂĄria e PsicĂłloga Jarlene MĂĄrika, visa suprir a necessidade de apoio e reconhecimento entre as mulheres potiguares. Este projeto pioneiro tem como objetivo principal capacitar mulheres empreendedoras, oferecendo uma rede deâŠ

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Left to right. 1. Hesperus 2. Gyasi (first daughter) 3. Aarav (second son) 4. Jarlen 5. Mayar (first son)
Jarlen regrets not becoming a vampire before Mayar. Their first son being born a human brought difficult family conflicts and much sadness to Hes.
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jilylene microfic
i do not have the word count because 1 too lazy and 2 it messed up when i tried.
(because multiple people told me to)
Marlene was forced to go to this club called the three broomsticks which she felt was kind of comical because of Mary and Lily. She fought not to, but one thing led to another and now sheâs in an outfit at the bar getting drunk on fire whisky.
Itâs not the fact that she didnât want to go itâs that the boys were going too, meaning James was going to come, also meaning she would have to watch the two be together all night. She would never admit it out loud, but sheâs had a thing for Lily since they were in fourth year. Now itâs seventh year and she still has a thing for Evans. Which just makes Marlene hate herself if sheâs honest.
Marleneâs nursing her drink watching the said couple dance with each other very intimately when Sirius plops down next to her, watching her gaze.
But heâs too drunk to connect the two, so he just scrunches his face puffing up his lips a bit and looking at her after a second.
She groans loudly, but since itâs so loud with the music only Sirius can hear.
âWhy are you so upset?â He yells close to her ear.
âItâs nothing really, just got a bit of a headache.â
Sirius doesnât look convinced, but just shrugs banging on the bar table for more shots.
Marlene and James eyes lock which makes her stomach drop in embarrassment, but for some reason she just canât look away.
James smiles and murmurs something to Lily and he turns her around, still dancing and now both Lily and James are looking at Marlene making her heart stutter slightly.
What. The. Fuck.
Lily with her hair a sweaty mess, but still looking so beautiful in the flashing lights points at Marlene and gestures to come over. Marlene steals one of Sirius shots downing it with Sirius pouting.
She moves past the dancing bodies to the pair who are eyeing her with daring amusement. Something in Marlene wants to accept the dare.
Lily pulls her in closer grabbing her by the waist moving her hips to the rhythm of the music, Marlene not even knowing her body could move like this since sheâs not much of a dancer.
With a flick of her wrist Lily moves Marlene in between her and James, Lily resting her chin on Marleneâs shoulder, Jameâs hands now on the waist of Marlene as he stares at the both of them.
Marlene hadnât realized it, but sheâs really enjoying this, the soft touching, the intimacy, the safety she feels. Not to mention the electric feeling she has as both Lily and James touch her.
James leans into Marlene mouth against her ear. âWe can all have fun Marly, promise.â
And with that Marlene grins with excitement continuing to dance and letting the fire whisky flow through her veins.
#marauders#ao3 author#marauders fandom#marauders era#dead gay wizards#james potter#sirius black#marlene mckinnon#lily evans#jilylene#jily#lilylene#jarlene#microfiction
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âYou ok, there, Dad?â Emilyâs taunting, lilting voice cut through the haze abruptly, pulling him out of his, most likely, lack-of-romantic-connection induced reverie. Yeah, thatâs it.
Haha... Beau's been busted.
And now Cassie, Jenny, and Denise know too.
Jarlen
They've already got the couple name. Have to say I prefer that one over...
Belleau
That one just made me laugh!!
Ahh, they are both beginning to realise their feelings for each other.
âCalâs wrist on the crime scene. I saw numbers.â I frowned, pouting slightly. â541458. Canât help but think they mean something. And one photo of Lucy had a six digit number tattooed on her. 045114.â
I'm intrigued. What are these numbers about?!
âSâall well and good, but I think you need tâcalm yourself down.â He took the courage to kiss my forehead, and paused for a moment, waiting for my reaction. I donât know what came over me, but I nuzzled further into him, and I felt his chest, which sort of seemed tight, suddenly relax, a long breath escaping his mouth. âYouâre always taking care of others, darlinâ. Time for someone to take care oâ you.â
Loved this moment between them!
Del Campo leaned forward, his fingers drumming on the table and seriously asking me to snap them off or at least break them with my bare hands. âMarkham Leeds sends his regards.â
Oohh!! I knew i didn't like him!! Is he behind all of it?!
Light My Fire (Again) | beau arlen
Summary: âI thought Iâd swore off love, Jenny.â I smiled, chuckling a bit as I looked down to my feet then back up the skies, taking in the twinkling lights. âGod, I really thought I did, and I was doing such a good job at it too. But, well, I just⊠I couldnât help it.â I wet my lips slightly, biting the bottom one. âItâs improper, but itâs true.â
SERIES MASTERLIST
MAIN MASTERLIST
(divider credits go to @cafekitsune)
A/N - Inspired by Take Me Home by @zepskies
six - kind regards, your broken heart

PREVIOUSLY ON LMF:
I woke up groggily in Beauâs cabin for the third time this week, rubbing my forehead as I grunted softly, propping myself up on the pillows. Beau now no longer trusted the safety of my own house, which had now become a crime scene, therefore prompting him to insist that I stay at his trailer while Dean took care of Olivia. I had taken a beating that day, and my limbs felt like Jello.
âMorninâ sweetheart.â Beau stepped in with an affectionate smile, sitting down beside my legs, his hand on my knee while his thumb stroked it. âYou doinâ better?â
âPhysically, yes.â I nodded, sighing dejectedly as I took in the angry red marks on my forearms. He tried to meet my eyes with what looked like concern add even pity flashing behind his.
âAnd⊠emotionally?â
âIâŠâ I bit my lip, frowning as I looked down at my hands. The hands of the law, or so I claim. âI just feel useless, Sheriff.â
âUseless?â He looked incredulous, his hand tightening on my knee. âT-The hell you calling useless, Belle?â
âMe.â I sighed, licking my lips nervously. âI have been so⊠weak lately. Iâve taken but after hit and⊠I have a niece to protect. If I canât protect myself, how can I protect her from others? I feel like Iâve failed her, Sheriff. Iâve failed my baby.â My voice cracked at the end, the pain tearing at my heart.
âYour first instinct was to protect Liv.â He assured. âYou didnât think of anyone else before her. You got her to safety first, and Iâd label that a damn good aunt, Belle. Sheâs safe and sound. No longer in danger, and sheâs with her dad. Sheâs ok.â
I nodded. âI guess I can rest now.â

NOW:
Along with being a master at getting myself into life-threatening situations, I was also trained in boxing. Now that Iâd fully recovered from the gunshot wound and partially from the attack a week ago, I was taking Olivia through another self-defence class. Sheâs a natural, if I do say so myself.
âControl the space, câmon.â I encouraged, tapping her arm to keep her guard up. She began to assert more, making me chuckle breathlessly and nod. âThatâs it, attagirl. Now, combo.â I held up my focus mittens, which she hit clean and sharp with a jab, cross punch, a vicious hook before twisting into a spinning hook kick. âGood job, tiger. Keep at it, donât lose that momentum.â
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Beau watching from the grill with a faint smile on his face, making me laughed and shake my head as I continued to work Olivia through the exercise. âDonât tire on me now.â I encouraged, tapping her arms again to get her guard up. âBob and weave.â I hook punched, forcing her to bend her knees and duck under my arm, my glove twisting so she could sharply hook punch it. âGood, good! Câmon, just a little more, then we can have a rest. Roundhouse.â I held up the pad, which she kicked perfectly with a satisfying, resounding smack. The action made Beauâs eyebrows raise slightly, impressed, as he watched Olivia and I, my attention solely on Liv.
His eyes trailed from my tied back wavy hair, my forearm brushing back sweaty, loose strands of my hair. Then they lingered on my determined blue eyes, which flashed almost icy white in the glow of the morning. Then came the dewy curvature of my button nose, a bead of sweat trickling down the freckled skin that was promptly wiped. Then came my pretty pink lips, my tongue darting out every now and then to wet them every now and then. A small huff of breath escaped his mouth as his emerald eyes traced the lines of my neck, lingering on a small, prominent freckle on the smooth, unmarked skin. Then came, like a punch to the gut, my slightly defined shoulders and arms, visible because of my tank top. To make things worse (or better), a hint of my bra strap was visible underneath as it shifted and moved along with my agile body. So his eyes wandered lower-
âYou ok, there, Dad?â Emilyâs taunting, lilting voice cut through the haze abruptly, pulling him out of his, most likely, lack-of-romantic-connection induced reverie. Yeah, thatâs it.
âYeah, sweetheart. Iâm doinâ fine.â Beau nodded, swallowing. âJust⊠fine.â He gave me a once over, clearing his throat.
Damn it, Sheriff. Thatâs your deputy, get it together.
I jogged over with a grin, grabbing my water bottle and taking a long sip from it, the cool water refreshing my lungs. âGod, I needed that.â I groaned in satisfaction, rubbing my neck. I then exhaled happily, glancing between the two as I sensed something up. âDid I miss anything?â
âNo.â Emily shook her head with an innocent smile. âNot at all.â I flicked my eyes between the two with a twinkle in them, a slight smile playing at my lips.
âAâight.â I nodded, conceding with a chuckle, running a hand through my hair before rubbing the nape of my neck. I could try and crack the secret code between this father-daughter duo, or I could focus on more pressing matters that I didnât want Liv to worry about. Such as Calâs murder, which was confirmed when a body was found dragged into a lake, prints washed off. We still had del Marco in custody, but that told me that it wasnât enough. We needed the phone. Lucyâs phone, which somebody took. I didnât know who. âIâm gonna start working the case from the safety of the trailer.â
âAre you sure thatâs the best idea, darlinâ?â Beau broached, corners of his eyes crinkling in concern. âYou ainât exactly in good shape to go after these God awful men.â
âAt least I can go after them from a more desk-heavy standpoint.â I shrugged, grimacing as I thought of the night the guys attacked. âIâm just pissed. They couldâve gotten Olivia.â The thought of them laying their hands on Olivia made my blood boil. The things Iâd do to them if they ever did come back for a second round, theyâd make the Devil blush. And Lucifer probably doesnât take these things with a heavy heart.
âWe canât go charginâ like bulls that see red, Belle.â He chastised, folding his arms with a small huff. âYouâve been getting hurt nonstop, and I canât see that again- I ainât allowing it. Not anytime soon. As your friend and your sheriff? I suggest you stand down.â
âAnd Iâm not inclined to slack off.â I frowned, copying his expression. âAs long as those thugs are out there, my baby girl is in danger. And as long as she isnât safe, Iâm not happy. So I wonât rest until that group is taken down.â
Beau gave me a long and hard look, his tongue wetting his lips before he bit them in frustration, a look which I wasnât a stranger to, but it seemed oddly more⊠magnetic⊠than usual. If thatâs a way to describe it. âYouâre not gonna listen, huh?â
âNo, sir.â
He let out a huff of breath, looking to the sky as he contemplated what to do. Then he nodded, Adamâs apple bobbing. âAlright. But⊠if thereâs any chance that we need a tactical squad, which is pretty high, you stay at the back.â
I gave him a grin, knowing Iâd won. It didnât take long, since nobody was bothered to deal with my stubbornness. âThanks, Sheriff.â
He just grumbled and looked away.

I was dropping off Tom to Harryâs house after picking up Liv from their date. I had mixed feelings about Tom, which didnât feel rather fair, and as an officer of the law, fair judgement is mandatory. On one hand, Olivia seemed happy with him. Really happy. He was sweet (by what Iâd heard from Oliviaâs lovesick rambling), cared for her and was an all-around gentleman, even though Olivia was older by a few months. I could respect that much. But⊠he was Harryâs son. Adopted son, so thankfully the bad genes didnât pass on, but still.
I could still remember the features of his, the ones I admired on a daily basis. The twinkling, charming green blue eyes, the winning smile, fluffy brown blonde hair, the deep, warm laugh that never failed to be contagious- the hell am I mixing Harry up with? Harryâs laugh sounded like the laugh of that grandpa from New York that Olivia showed me once on YouTube but ten times worse. And I canât believe I found his Missouri accent even one attractive when it doesnât compare to a Texas accent on a deep voice- where the hell is Texas coming from?!
I walked Tom up the steps to Harryâs house, which was quite literally the picture of picket fence perfection. Only thing missing from the meticulously mowed lawn, carved, painted white, wooden fence and the peach house paired with a red roof was a line of flowery bushes- oh wait, they have that too.
I couldâve had this. But I blew it, with me, myself and my workaholic disposition.
I swallowed, leading the sandy-haired teenager up the steps and knocking on the door to Harryâs house, the man himself opening the door and flashing the smile that always picked my spirits up, but I only got a weird feeling since my stomach sank at the same time this time around. âHarry.â
âIssy.â He moved aside so Tom could walk in, giving him a brief hug before turning back to me. His eyes looked me over, a look in his eye that I couldnât place. âYou lookâŠâ
âHorrible, I know.â I chuckled, looking away uncomfortably, a small, polite grin on my face as I tried my hardest not to burst and start yelling about how he ruined me. I half expected him to agree, but then I felt a pressure on my shoulder and found him smiling affectionately as the hand dropped to squeeze my bicep almost imperceptibly. The hell?
âI think you look beautiful.â Harry whispered, making my breath catch in my throat and bile almost shoot up from wherever it comes from. This man is-is married.
âR-Rhea!â I stammered way too loudly, plastering a patronising grin on my face as I shrugged his hand off. âHowâs your wife?â
âSheâs ok.â He nodded, looking somewhat dejected. I cleared my throat, stepping back to keep distance between him and I.
âThatâs good.â Awkward silence, as expected when your married ex is hitting on you. âI have to go. Got work, cases to solve, all that.â
âI see.â He agreed quietly, and I turned on my heel, booking the hell out of there.

Beau hurried to Dewell and Hoytâs office, where he found the trifecta- Jenny, Cassie and Denise. They all were looking at him with matching knowing glances which told him his game was up. But- hold on a second - what game was there in the first place? No game here, no siree. But there they were, Denise, Jenny and Cassie, all staring at him with looks that said âI know your secretâ but the secret was nonexistent, right?
âEmily told us.â Jenny grinned, spinning a pen in between her fingers as she snickered like a cartoon villain.
âHow you checked Deputy Joyner out.â Cassie smirked, pumping her eyebrows. His face instantly flushed red; he hadnât checked his deputy out. He was gauging her suitability to⊠get back on the job. Thatâs it. Thatâs right.
âOr Belle, as you call her.â Denise teased, filing her nails with the wrong side of the filer. âIs there somethinâ youâre not telling us, Bo-Bo?â
âI think yâall are insane.â Beau snorted, averting his eyes nervously. âBelle⊠and-and me? And I, grammatically speaking. No. Nah, she swore off men, remember? She swore off men. After Harry the ass, who is back in town, by the way, s-she doesnât need any more men drama.â
âCâmon, I wanna see Jarlen happen.â Cassie pouted.
âOh my god, Jarlen!â Jenny gasped, nodding frantically. âI was gonna call it Belleau.â
Denise grimaced in agreement, her head also bobbing up and down. âJarlen works.â
âJarlen it is.â Cassie smirked, staring straight into Beauâs soul. He cleared his throat, chastising himself for even thinking about his deputy that way. Though⊠it wouldnât hurt, right?
It was true that he felt a bit⊠partial⊠to the momma bear, ass protecting beaut of a deputy, but he hadnât been that obvious with it⊠unless he had.

âYou seem rather frustrated on this case, huh, Belle?â He asked, sighing deeply. I shook my head, plastering on a smile that once again did not reach my eyes as I looked back at him.
âNo, sir, Iâm just concerned for the kid.â I answered not as smoothly as Iâd hoped to have done. My voice was slightly shaky, and I knew what he was thinking. Mark had been after custody of Olivia for ages, and was still trying. However, he couldnât do anything, not when I was named Oliviaâs legal guardian and was Lucyâs next of kin.
âItâs about Mark, right?â
I chuckled lowly, nodding. âThat obvious?â
âYouâre like a mama bear in these cases.â He grinned, then patted my knee. âBut now, I need my deputy to have a clear mind. God knows you help me keep mine all clear and sunny skies.â
âGotcha, Sheriff.â I smiled as we pulled up to the house. âHear you loud and clear.â I reached under the seat, pulling on my bulletproof vest and strapping it tight. I looked over, seeing that heâd done the same. âShall we?â
âWe shall, darlinâ.â

While Olivia was busy admiring the necklaces, I nicked the tape from the box, storing it in the pocket of my jeans. I noticed a large shadow cover the light from the door, and I saw Beau there. I could trust Beau with this. He could help me, so could Jenny and Cassie. I quickly exchanged a look with him that he understood, so he put on a smile, strolling over and clapping me on the shoulder.
âThereâs my Southern Belle, all up anâ about. From a Texan to a Kansan, you are what Iâd call a Texan 10, even in a faded plaid.â He grinned, squeezing my shoulder slightly and winking before turning to Olivia. âAnd you, young lady, must be Olivia.â
âThatâs me.â Liv nodded, looking between Beau and I. âAnd you must be Aunt Isaâs favourite sheriff.â
âWhile I appreciate it, Iâm the only sheriff.â
âExactly.â
âLiv, sweetheart, can you go downstairs? Iâve gotta bring the cake, but start opening your presents.â I said to Olivia with a sigh. I kissed her hair, smoothing it back for a moment before letting her go, and then I turned to Beau when I knew she was out of earshot.
âSomethingâs up, right?â He frowned, folding his arms and tilting his head. âTalk to me, Belle.â
I held up the cassette tape, a long sigh leaving my mouth. âTitled âsunflowerâ. Itâs the nickname my sister used to call me, so I canât help but think if this is a message seen six years too late.â
âOr something that got mixed up in the wrong box.â
âThatâs also a possibility.â I nodded, then pouted in thought. âIâve got a cassette player somewhere in my study. After Livâs celebration here is over and sheâs out with her friends, whaddya say we have a lilâ listen to it?â
âSounds like a plan.â Beau agreed, then his eyes landed on the framed photo of my sister and I. âThatâs Lucy, huh?â
âYeah.â
âShe looks just like her sister.â He rubbed my arm comfortingly, the backs of his fingers grazing my skin. âHow much older was she?â
âEight years.â I replied softly, leaning slightly into his touch, even though I didnât quite register it.
âAh, so sheâd be lordinâ it over us if she was still alive. Even a forty-year-old sheriff canât escape the clutches of an older sister.â
âNeither can a forty year old deputy.â I chuckled, and his hand moved down to hover in front of mine, but my pinky wrapped around his, my breath hitching as I thought of the day Iâd skipped down the stairs six years ago and found my sister dead in the garden, multiple knife wounds in her chest. Then the weeks after where I searched and searched for any leads but found none.
My head snapped forward, glass breaking and flying to the left, cutting my cheek as the seatbelt tightened on my chest. My forehead banged against the wheel, a cry escaping my mouth-
âHey, Deputy.â Beauâs low timbre snapped me out of it again, I looked into his warm green eyes, the ones Iâd grown to trust with my life. âYou doinâ ok?â
âI⊠yeah.â I nodded, cracking a smile.

I was sitting in Jennyâs kitchen with Beau and Jenny, of course, the latter busy making lunch since Iâd handled our breakfast. I was, again, scrolling on my Instagram, most of my feed Harry and Rhea the redhead. The guy even had the audacity to tag me in a photo, which I didnât respond to or react to. Beauâs eyes followed mine, locking on the screen with a frown. âThatâs Harry the jackass. Why are you lookinâ at photos of Harry the jackass?â
âHeâs with the redhead he cheated on me with. Rhea.â I explained with a sigh, and he snatched the phone, not giving me time to protest as he looked at Rhea with an unreadable expression on his face. Then he smirked, nodding.
âI see the appeal.â He chuckled, looking at me playfully. Jenny gasped in horror, swatting his arm while I looked at him incredulously, taken aback by his audacity. âI mean, sheâs gorgeous-â
âBeau!â Jenny scolded while I looked away, starting to internally panic. He⊠thought Rhea was gorgeous? Did he really? Was Harry justified in leaving me because I wasnât good enough?
âIâm messinâ with you!â Beau raised his hands in surrender, taking another look at the photo before handing my phone back to me. âSweetheart, Harry the jackass doesnât even know who heâs lost. This Rhea girl? Doesnât even hold a candle to you. Sheâs an LA three, or a Texas one. You are a ten in both worlds, darlinâ. He doesnât deserve you.â
âThanks, Sheriff.â I sighed in relief, rubbing my face. Jenny patted Beauâs shoulder, giving him a look that said âI was about to rip your head offâ. âYou got me there for a second.â
âI got Hoyt too.â
âYes, he did.â Jenny nodded, glaring playfully at Beau. âIf youâd said that truthfully, no joking, Iâd rain down hellfire.â
âWell, Iâm glad I was just poking some fun.â Beau smirked, then patted my knee. âYouâre gorgeous, Southern Belle. Ainât no messing around there.â

âYouâre very welcome, young lady.â And with that, I took the glass of water with a grateful smile and sipped it as I padded down the stairs in my fuzzy socks. Beau was busy humming a tune and cooking some breakfast, which happened to be scrambled eggs. The moment he saw me, his demeanour instantly changed.
âAy, ay, ay! Who let her out?â He frowned, pointing at me. Em, Carla and I instantly raised our hands, which forced Beauâs own to accept how I was now capable of walking. âAâight, three against one, I see how it is. The ladies launching a coup- I see through all your plans.â He chuckled, dishing out the eggs. They didnât look burnt, which was a plus, so I grabbed one plate and sat down with it. âSince you were on bed rest, Belle, we paused the investigation. The APB hasnât found the guy who hurt you, but weâll find him.â
âYeah, I heard you reopened your sisterâs murder investigation.â Carla frowned sympathetically, reaching over to comfortingly squeeze my hand. Emily, however, looked excited.
âNo way, your sister was murdered?â She gasped, a wide smile on her face until Beau and Carla shot her a disapproving look, eyebrow raised and mouths set in a grimace. Damn, theyâre good at the âlookâ.
âEm, letâs try to be a little more sensitive about this subject.â
âYour enthusiasm is completely warranted, sweetheart, murder can be cool, but letâs dial it down a little.â Beau added, clapping Emily on the shoulder on his way to sit down, and when he did, I felt a small nudge on my foot. I turned to Beau with a raised eyebrow, and he gave me a small smile that could only come before an-âAre you doinâ ok, darlinâ?â
There it is.
âJust fine.â I smiled, nodding as I shoved a bite of omelette in my mouth. Beau and Carla looked at me expectantly, as if I was about to break down bleeding all of a sudden, but I shrugged, glancing between them. âIâm fine, you two. Trust me, I feel better already.â I got a call from Olivia, so I broke into a wide grin and answered it immediately, swallowing my chewed bite of omelette. âHey, sweetie.â

I woke up groggily in Beauâs cabin for the third time this week, rubbing my forehead as I grunted softly, propping myself up on the pillows. Beau now no longer trusted the safety of my own house, which had now become a crime scene, therefore prompting him to insist that I stay at his trailer while Dean took care of Olivia. I had taken a beating that day, and my limbs felt like Jello.
âMorninâ sweetheart.â Beau stepped in with an affectionate smile, sitting down beside my legs, his hand on my knee while his thumb stroked it. âYou doinâ better?â
âPhysically, yes.â I nodded, sighing dejectedly as I took in the angry red marks on my forearms. He tried to meet my eyes with what looked like concern add even pity flashing behind his.
âAnd⊠emotionally?â
âIâŠâ I bit my lip, frowning as I looked down at my hands. The hands of the law, or so I claim. âI just feel useless, Sheriff.â
âUseless?â He looked incredulous, his hand tightening on my knee. âT-The hell you calling useless, Belle?â
âMe.â I sighed, licking my lips nervously. âI have been so⊠weak lately. Iâve taken but after hit and⊠I was a niece to protect. If I canât protect myself, how can I protect her from others? I feel like Iâve failed her, Sheriff. Iâve failed my baby.â My voice cracked at the end, the pain tearing at my heart.
âYour first instinct was to protect Liv.â He assured. âYou didnât think of anyone else before her. You got her to safety first, and Iâd label that a damn good aunt, Belle. Sheâs safe and sound. No longer in danger, and sheâs with her dad. Sheâs ok.â
I nodded. âI guess I can rest now.â

Yeah, maybe he was a little too partial. But he couldnât help it. Elle Joyner was⊠likeable, charming, funny, had the most beautiful eyes⊠he couldnât help falling for her liking her as much as he did.
âBo-Bo?â Deniseâs lilt took him out of memory lane, matching smirks again on all three of their faces. âYouâre a little spacy.â
Beau raised his eyebrows, trying to come up with an excuse but failing miserably.

That night, I was up late, working a case. Iâd sent Olivia to bed after having the leftovers from the last takeout and a quick goodbye before she went to Deanâs. I flicked through the sheafs of paper, and I found a picture of Lucy and I. Lucy had a tattoo on her right wrist that made me sit up. Iâd never seen her with it before, so it intrigued me more than it usually would.
045114.
The hell was that for? Just a random number?
I swept my hand down my mouth, biting my bottom lip before I shut the file, lying down in the bed Beau had made for me, pulling the covers up to my chin as I shut my eyes, already in my pyjamas. I scrolled on my phone, coming across a voicemail from⊠Harry. The moment I played it, the slurred syllables told me he had gotten into the beer.
âHeya, Isa, just wanted t-to say, mâso in love wâya. Canât get enough oâya. Just wanted you tâknow. Especially since itâs been how long? A-Ah, three years. Canât get oâer ya. C-Call me.â
I felt bad for Rhea.
I turned over in bed, too tired to even forward the voicemail to her and blindly putting the phone on the bedside table. My eyelids felt like anvils midair being pulled down by the cruel force of gravity, so I fell asleep soon after. However, that was short lived when I got up a few hours later, panting in what could only be the aftershocks of a nightmare. I rubbed my eyes, my hands travelling to my arms over the hoodie that Beau lent me. It went down to my mid-thigh, I was that small. I saw a wet spot appear on the chest area, and I swallowed, realising that my breath was shakier and more ragged than normal and my cheeks were tainted with tears. I instantly grabbed a tissue, wiping them. I didnât want to ruin his hoodie any further with my angst that rivalled a teenagerâs.
On the way out of the trailer, finding the still-burning fire, I took the photo of Lucy and I out, taken from the time we had been at her first wedding in Deanâs home town: Roseburg, Oregon. I sat down at a chair by the fire, the hoodie practically swallowing my body up in an attempt for warmth. Dean had his lips pressed to Lucyâs hair, his hands tickling her sides and making her let out a laugh that was too beautiful for this world. I was holding the bouquet like a trophy, since Iâd caught it, but I, in fact, was not next.
My great aunt Bertha got married to her neighbourhoodâs milkman, Samuel, before I could even score a date.
And then Dean and Lucy divorced due to work schedule problems, and Lucy found Mark. Not my favourite choice, but she still married someone. Here I was, yearning for someone at 40 years old who probably didnât yearn for me back. Iâm a mess of a human, arenât I?
âBelle, darlinâ?â Beau showed up at the door to his trailer, his hands desperately trying to smooth his blasted hedgehog hair while his eyes blearily took in the scene, concern bleeding onto his rugged features as he took a step forward, immediately sensing that I was deep in thought. âSâlate, sweetheart. Whatâs goinâ on in that head aâyours, hm?â He also deduced my half-assed attempt for warmth, so he whipped his coat off, tucking it around my shoulders before lunging to get a blanket that he placed over my legs. He then sat down next to me, wrapping a strong arm around my shoulder that he used to draw me into his chest, his other large hand gripping my thigh slightly to move my legs in a more comfortable position. By instinct, my hand went over his heart.
Thump. Thump.
His heartbeat was oddly comforting.
âMind tellinâ me whatâs got my favourite deputy sporting a face like a wet weekend?â Beau asked softly, his fingers rubbing through my hair, teasing out any random knots, because of course there had to be imperfections in what could be a perfect moment.
His lips almost pressed against my hair, ghosting over for a moment before he decided against it, his cheek nuzzling the soft strands instead. I sighed, biting my lip. âI think the case is taking its toll on my sleep.â I replied quietly, rubbing my puffy red eye. âHad a nightmare that Olivia was kidnapped. And had a flashback of when Cal died. So many numbersâŠâ
âWhat do you mean by that, sweet girl?â He proved further, his thumb tracing my cheekbone before sweeping down to line my jaw. The touches helped me relax and stop the panicking, which helped a lot with recall. My muscles relaxed, my breathing slowing down and telling my watch that I no longer needed to be recommended breathing exercises.
âCalâs wrist on the crime scene. I saw numbers.â I frowned, pouting slightly. â541458. Canât help but think they mean something. And one photo of Lucy had a six digit number tattooed on her. 045114.â
âTheyâre both connected?â
âMaybe. Just need to figure out how.â
âSâall well and good, but I think you need tâcalm yourself down.â He took the courage to kiss my forehead, and paused for a moment, waiting for my reaction. I donât know what came over me, but I nuzzled further into him, and I felt his chest, which sort of seemed tight, suddenly relax, a long breath escaping his mouth. âYouâre always taking care of others, darlinâ. Time for someone to take care oâ you.â
My first instinct was to protest. âBut-â
âBut nothinâ. Weâre gonna stay here, and when youâre calm, weâll go back inside and Iâm gonna stay with you. Then we can take a proper crack at del Marco. Got it?â
I deflated, nodding. âYes, sir.â I giggled at the end, which earned a deep chuckle from him too.
âDeputy, you make me feel old sometimes.â We sat like that in silence, until Beau felt that Iâd calmed down enough. He helped me up, tidying away the blanket and extinguishing the fire, switching on his phone torch so we had a light to help us walk. When we got to my bed, he gestured for me to lay down, probably as a âladies firstâ, and I did. He got in next to me, making sure that the covers were snugly over me before drawing me closer, his arm around my waist protectively. My back facing his chest, his breath on the back of my neck.
It all felt so unfamiliar.
âGânight, Belle.â
âNight, Sheriff.â

The next morning, I woke up slowly, humming with a groggy smile, expecting to feel the warmth of Beauâs arm around me, acting as a shield against the rest of the world. But I didnât. My eyelashes fluttered and my eyes opened, and instead I found us both at the far ends of the bed, turned away from each other. My stomach went hurtling down like it was a rollercoaster. I didnât even know why. Perhaps it was the lack of physical contact Iâd gotten over the past few years. Maybe Iâm touched starved. Yeah, thatâs it.
I got out of bed, going into the bathroom to change into Lucyâs leather jacket, smiling at the nice burgundy colour. Underneath that was a black tank top and jeans, to complete the look. I strolled out, finding Beau also fully dressed, adjusting his hat as he turned around with a grin. âGâmorning, Belle. Sleep ok?â
âJust peachy.â I nodded, not mentioning the swooping feeling I felt when I woke up and didnât find him right next to me, the detail that I think he missed. But neither of us missed the brief sweep of our eyes down and up each other. âLetâs go.â
At the department, I walked into the interrogation room with Beau and Jenny, where del Campo was sat with a smug smirk. âFinally, you brought her here.â He gestured to me, his New York accent lilting. âI only got one thing to say. One thing only.â
âAnd whatâs that?â Jenny asked, her expression stony.
âIt better be good, otherwise youâre lookinâ at a lotta jail time there, buddy.â Beau seethed, while I remained silent, waiting for this guy to say something.
Del Campo leaned forward, his fingers drumming on the table and seriously asking me to snap them off or at least break them with my bare hands. âMarkham Leeds sends his regards.â
My patience broke. My hand clenched into a fist. My thoughts clouded over and were replaced with waves of pure, seething red. My breathing became laboured as I processed the information, which only took the feeling to new heights. I scoffed, about to blow a fuse. Which I did. My fist slammed down onto the table hard, sending a loud and resounding bang through the room that made everyone jump. This was my final straw. I had him. I finally had him.
âMARKHAM, THAT BASTARD!â

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Marlene: Do you really want me to tell you where Peter's been hiding? It's where all the kids go to get high.
James: What? Are you sure?
Marlene: I'm 420% serious.
James: Wow, she's so bad at math.
#jarlene#marlene mckinnon#sirius black#source: modern family#this is one of my favourite moments of the entire show LOL#misheard qutotes#overheard at hogwarts
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no iâm actually in love with the headcanon that james and marlene were childhood bestfriends iâm crying i love them both
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