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quinnverse · 3 months ago

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Emma fought to ignore his comment, not wishing for his words to unravel her so soon. She had been caught off guard by his presence one too many times thus far and she refused to let it happen again. Whatever came of this encounter, she would make sure she came out on top. Especially if it meant having him beneath her.

"I beg your pardon?" She blanched at Caleb's comment, raising her hands in protest. "I assure you I am not taken by Mister Bolton. The only thing this gentleman takes from me is my patience. And perhaps a bit of my sanity, for good measure." Ignoring the twitch in her brow, Emma tugged on a smile for show and continued her charade for the stranger. But as soon as Ben opened his mouth and attempted friendly small talk, Emma rejected such notions.

"Really? Strange, I thought you preferred keeping swine between your legs." The jibe came out quicker than she could control and, instead of blushing furiously as she would've in front of any other man, Emma straightened her posture and tried to stand her ground. The ruddy color on her cheeks be damned, she would not let him win. After a moment, she turned her attention back to Caleb, adorning her saccharine tone once more.

“I would never lie about such a thing, sir. I’m sure if you ask your friend, he’ll vouch that I am a woman of my word.” Perhaps too much so, she thought, but bit her tongue. Emma did find the stranger oddly charming, but any appeal he had was dampened by the presence of her opponent. "Though maybe he wouldn't, given he's so smitten with me."

His friend's responses were friendly enough that Emma didn't feel the need to be on guard as much as she would've expected. For a stranger, he was jovial and upbeat and she appreciated such a change in pace. He reminded her of the sorts of men she used to see by the docks, tossing cargo into ships and bantering loudly into the salty air. Whenever her father would let her accompany him to the loading sites, he would warn her not to pay any mind to the men's chatter, but Emma had never been the typoe to follow orders. Instead, she paid closer attention to everything the seamen said and grinned as they hurled vulgarities at one another.

As for this new stranger, Emma regarded him with a sincere smile, admiring the brash and careless demeanor he wore with such ease. If only she could carry herself in such a reckless manner, she thought to herself, she might not have been caught in such a sticky situation. If only she could bring herself not to care what other people said, she wouldn't be trapped in this stupid bet.

“No, I confess, I’m not entirely educated on the matter, but I’m eager to know all there is to know about... Well, everything. And thankfully, I’m a quick study.” She shot him a playful wink, stepping closer to him, ignoring the looming form of John Bolton in her peripheral.

“A legal pirate, eh? Color me impressed. And here I thought handsome pirates only existed in storybooks.” She fluttered her lashes and smirked. In another life, she might've found herself genuinely charmed by a man like him, but Emma was too caught up in her ulterior motives to dwell on such a thought. And as guilty as she ought to have felt for planning to use such deceitful tactics against an innocent man, she had a feeling only one of the men would truly mind in the end.

"She can count, if that's what you mean," He quipped and Emma shot him an icy look. If it were anyone else on the opposite end of a joke, she would've laughed it off, and perhaps thrown her own self-deprecating jibe in for good measure. But knowing that such a comment came from him make her want to spit on his shoe and smack him all over again. He could try to embarrass her all he wanted in private, but she wouldn't let him do so in front of potential business partners.

Fighting the urge to grumble and stalk off, she bit her longue, pressing her lips into a thin line. Truthfully, Emma was surprised that Mister Bolton had been so quick to admit she could count, given how little she figured he thought of her. But she wouldn't let one comment ruffle her feathers. Not yet.

“Actually, now that you mention it, I think I would enjoy some company on my ride.” It took every ounce of willpower in her body to ignore Ben as she kept her eyes trained on the other, smiling as sweetly as she could muster. Worst case scenario, she thought, one of the men walked away with an ego boost. And as long as she walked away a victor, she didn't care what had to be done to achieve it.

“Mister Finnegan, if you’re not terribly busy, I would love to continue our discussion.” After a long moment, Emma finally drew her eyes away from Caleb and flicked them to her true target. Meeting his gaze, she fought to keep the blush on her cheeks at bay. She couldn't let her body betray her plans. “Mister Bolton, you wouldn’t mind being chaperone, would you? Just to make sure I keep my hands to myself, of course.”

Despite her words alluding to such untoward behaviors with his associate, Emma couldn't ignore the memory of her hands exploring the landscape of John Bolton's body. An image of his bare chest flashed in her mind and all she could think of was the feeling of his skin beneath her fingers, the warmth of him against her own body. A breath hitched in her throat, the mental visual causing the flush in her cheeks to brighten.

Damn him, she wanted to hiss. She swore to herself that she wouldn't get attached to him, that she wouldn't form any sort of attraction to him. He was horrible and rude and arrogant. He was not someone she wanted to like. It was all an act. She wasn't actually interested in John Bolton, she merely wanted him to fall into a false sense of security before she pulled the rug out beneath him. But the fear that she might be getting too caught up in her own scheme grew stronger by the day.

Flirting normally came so easily for her, and yet Emma was finding it difficult to angle her affections towards someone else when the object of her desire stood so close. If the other night hadn't happened, she might've been able to wear her indifferent façade for a lot longer. She might've been able to ward off such lewd thoughts in favor of winning the game. But now that she knew what it felt like to kiss him, to touch him, and to feel his hands running over her body... It was hard to remain focused on the task at hand.

Emma's voice held the frigid chill of ice. The pointed edge of her greeting was palpable, yet Caleb mercifully said nothing while Benjamin inclined his head by way of answer. "Miss Dunster," he offered in return. "Are we truly to be so formal on this day? I would think that you and I could drop such charades, seeing how close we've grown."

It was a low blow, both to her and himself, if he was being honest, because he was still deeply ashamed by his actions. But if he could prove himself unruffled, then perhaps he could still win this game, after all.

Emma focused on greeting Caleb instead -- probably wise, all things considered -- and the whaler laughed at her demure response. "Can't say I've heard 'it's lovely to meet you' before," he teased, winking. "Is your judge of character truly so piss-poor? Then again..." Here, he gave Benjamin a friendly wallop to the shoulder. "You seem mighty taken by this here gollumpus, so I guess that answers my question."

Benjamin stiffened at the jest, irritably pushing Caleb's hand away from his arm. "It's called being polite, Finnegan. Perhaps you should try it out sometime." He once more moved to entreat Emma to allow a chaperone, but she was quite adamant in her denial.

"A burden?" he echoed. A genuine, incredulous smile touched his lips. "It's hardly a burden to accompany you on horseback. It's one of my favorite pastimes, and, as it so happens, one of my favorite animals as well."

Emma remained immovable. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation.” Her cheeks grew florid within the early morning sun, and her hands tightened to the point he swore he heard the leather squeak of her riding gloves. To Caleb, she said, “I’d love to hear more about the haul, if you don’t mind sharing. Mister Bolton doesn’t seem to think women are capable of thinking of anything beyond fripperies, but you look like a clever enough man. I'm sure you don’t share the same ignorant opinion as your associate.”

Caleb bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. "I do, do I? Gadso, I can see why Johnny-boy here is so smitten! You're mighty generous with the compliments -- even if they're clearly lies."

Benjamin sighed, embarrassment flooding his face as his friend gave a sound thump to his arm. "Yes, well..." Avoiding Emma's gaze, he muttered, "She's lovely, so...I'm certain anyone with eyes can see that. That hardly makes a man smitten."

Mercifully, Emma seemed intent on bringing the conversation back to commerce -- the true reason for their stay.

“I'm sure Mister Bolton forgot to mention that I am in line to inherit the family business--he doesn't seem to think me capable of such a feat--so I am intrigued to hear how things are coming along for your privateering. Do you dabble in hogs as well?"

Caleb snorted. "You must not know much about privateerin', eh? No disrespect, o' course. I 'dabble' in whatever we find as prizes. Hogs certainly do come up -- I supply some of them to Johnnyboy's farm -- but we also get varying kegs o' booze, weaponry, ammo, textiles, you name it! We have a letter of marque to legally attack and take over certain ships, so I'm just doin' my part." Here, he gave a cheeky salute. "I've gotta say: I am intrigued by a lady business partner. Do ya like your numbers?"

"She can count, if that's what you mean," Benjamin supplied, looking Emma's way with a smirk. "Are you sure you won't let us join you, Miss Dunster? You look a little peaked."

#emma: u know what will really seduce a man? flirting with his best friend ! in front of him ! 😇#honorhearted #emma dunster ( interactions ).#queuely beloved #long post

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no-reply95 · 3 years ago

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I was scrolling through the Beatles topic on Twitter the other day and came across a tweet from Mark Lewisohn referring to a talk he’d given to the Fab4cast podcast on the Get Back sessions and Spring period of 1969. I assumed that it was a recent talk so I gave it a listen but the talk is actually from 2019.

I tend to find Lewisohn’s podcast interviews to be very interesting. He’s obviously got decades worth of Beatle knowledge stored up so you’re almost guaranteed to learn something new or hear an anecdote that you’ve never heard before but more than the factoids he’s accumulated over the years I find his interpretations of the band extremely telling.

The part of the conversation that really caught my attention was when the podcast hosts brought up the fact that John and Paul’s weddings were really close together and wondered if the two events were connected in any way, I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that this probably got the biggest reaction out of Lewisohn, the main points of the exchange are outlined below (time stamp 47:12)

Host: “Well also in this period there are two events, the marriages of John and Paul, within 8 days of each other… I read that John wanted to marry on the 14th, two days after Paul’s wedding but couldn’t do it because of legal issues, how much was his [marriage] a response to Paul’s marriage do you think?”

Lewisohn: “I’ve read that people say that it was but never heard John say that it was so there’s no validity to those claims they’re just people assuming that John didn’t want to be outdone by Paul… that’s the kind of writing that annoys me because it becomes part of the fact and it’s some writer thinking that’s what it probably was… Unless someone out there can find a Lennon quote in which he actually says it in which case I stand corrected and I’ll be very happy to do so”

There’s a lot going on in these quotes so I’m gonna break down my thoughts on this further:

The illusion of John’s honesty

What Lewisohn displays here is something I believe is pretty common within the Beatles’ authorship. I believe in Revolution In The Head Ian McDonald referred to John as “truth” and Paul as “beauty” and I think a lot of writers do tend to assign those attributes consistently to John and Paul. Reading (or listening) to the Lennon Remembers interview now, it’s hard to believe at one stage people took what John was saying as fact and never even questioned whether there were emotions or agenda behind what he was saying, despite the contradictions (“Me and Paul stopped writing together in 1962” vs “Me and Paul worked really closely together on Sgt. Pepper”) and because John was so charismatic and would speak openly in interviews and to people he knew about both the good and bad in his life I think people, and in this case Lewisohn, assume that John told us everything of note that happened in his life, which I don’t think is a realistic expectation of anyone, let alone someone as famous as John. I think it’s problematic to take John’s or anyone else’s words, especially when they’re said in public, as the gospel truth because everyone has an agenda and John was no different. I also think it’s unrealistic to believe that John would ever announce that the reason he and Yoko got married when they did was in any way connected to Paul, that would have sullied the sanctity of “John and Yoko TM”, I mean, how can you be the greatest love story ever if the reason you decided to get married was because your musical partner who you may have unresolved romantic feelings for got married? I don’t think John would publicly embarrass Yoko like that or risk undermining the strength of the brand he was trying to create with his new relationship by admitting that Paul’s marriage spurred them on. That Lewisohn is apparently holding out for a lost interview of John stating that Paul was involved in the timing of his marriage to Yoko just sounds pretty far fetched to me.

The timing of John’s wedding in relation to his and Yoko’s divorces

As discussed in this podcast, Paul and Linda got married (pretty unexpectedly I believe) on 12 March 1969 and John and Yoko got married 8 days later (and apparently they wanted it to be sooner) on 20 March 1969. Aside from the extremely close proximity of John and Paul’s weddings it should be noted that John’s divorce from Cynthia was finalised in November 1968 and Yoko’s from Tony Cox was finalised in January 1969.

So why am I bringing up John and Yoko’s divorces? Because it meant that they were free to marry each other from January 1969, there was no longer a legal issue preventing them and if John’s bursting out in song about it, you would assume that they would have started planning their wedding ASAP… but curiously they didn’t. How do we know John and Yoko weren’t planning a wedding before Paul married Linda? Because once Paul was married John and Yoko started scrambling to get married ASAP, suddenly there was a rush and need to be married that hadn’t existed before, John suddenly wanted to marry Yoko on a ferry but they couldn’t be married there, then John wanted to marry Yoko in Paris but they needed to be resident in Paris for a period of time before they could get married there so eventually they settled on Gibraltar as they could get married there at short notice. Clearly there was a sudden need for John and Yoko to get married that didn’t materialise until around March 1969, am I and countless other people (including Paul himself) crazy for assuming that Paul’s wedding impacted John’s sudden desperate need to be married? If it wasn’t Paul’s wedding, what was it?

Authorial interpretation and assumptions

I’m really fascinated by the visceral reaction Lewisohn had to just the suggestion that the timing of John and Yoko’s wedding was connected to Paul and Linda’s. For Lewisohn to state it annoys him was pretty shocking to me because, given what is publicly known about this period and the lack of any other logical reason for John and Yoko’s wedding to be so close to Paul’s and Linda’s, I don’t think it’s bad writing to point out the proximity and suggest that the timing was more than a coincidence.

Based on his reaction, you would assume that Lewisohn would be set against any form of interpretation where the principal in question hadn’t confirmed that the interpretation was in fact correct but that would be an incorrect assumption to make. Some of you may be aware of the Hornsey Road shows Mark Lewisohn was giving in 2019 around the 50th anniversary of Abbey Road. During these shows Lewisohn played a clip from the, now infamous, 4-4-4-2 meeting tape and gave a presentation on the Abbey Road period in the Beatles’ history. One of the points Lewisohn raised during the show was that during the sessions, after the car accident in Scotland, a bed was brought into the studio for Yoko so she (and sometimes John) could rest while work on the album progressed. According to Lewisohn, one morning they turned up to the studio and someone had removed one of the legs from the bed, leaving it with 3 legs *dramatic pause* which was him heavily hinting that he thought Paul broke Yoko’s bed on purpose and then bragged about it on the Ram album by including a song called 3 legs, I’m not going to go into the validity (or lack thereof) of this claim but I find it very interesting that Lewisohn was annoyed about authors suggesting that the timing of John and Yoko’s wedding was connected to Paul and Linda’s but he seems happy to publicly speculate that Paul was sabotaging Yoko’s bed in the studio based on the title of a song that he would release on Ram two years later and nothing else.

Is there any evidence that connects John’s wedding to Paul’s?

I’ve already outlined the suspiciousness of John and Yoko choosing to get married right after Paul, when they had been free to marry for weeks prior but is there any other evidence that either proves that the weddings were connected or is Lewisohn right to deem that suggestion as lacking in validity?

Interestingly there actually is unverified eyewitness testimony that does connect John and Paul’s weddings (something not mentioned by Lewisohn in this podcast). I believe there’s an anecdote from Les Anthony (John’s chauffeur at the time) about him driving John and Yoko around when news of Paul’s wedding suddenly came across the radio, to which John apparently said to Yoko that “we have to get married now”… I couldn’t track down the exact source for that story (if anyone knows the source please let me know) so I’m not sure how credible that anecdote is but, assuming it is accurate, then that would suggest a correlation between John and Paul’s weddings that Lewisohn is adamant doesn’t exist.

Why does this matter?

I do think that this podcast interview could be indicative of a few future concerns I personally have around the way the Beatles discourse will progress in the future. Firstly, this was only a podcast interview so it’s unlikely that when Lewisohn releases the final book in his trilogy that he’ll discuss the weddings in this manner (I.e. although he’s adamant the timing of John’s wedding had nothing to with Paul he failed to offer any sort of explanation regarding why John and Yoko were rushing to get married when they’d had weeks to prepare a wedding).

It’s a slight worry that Lewisohn seems to believe that John announced every single thing that happened in his life of note, especially concerning Paul and Yoko. If John had told us everything of interest about him, surely his Dakota diaries would be the basis of a Netflix series by now and not locked away in a vault (assuming they haven’t already been destroyed). To me, like several authors before him, Lewisohn seems to be mistaking John’s emotional honesty with factual honesty. It didn’t escape my attention that several clips of the Lennon Remembers interview were inserted into this podcast and Lewisohn quotes extensively from it in Tune In as well. There’s nothing wrong with using Lennon Remembers as a source but if you do use it you should be analysing the veracity of what was said as we know that John was in a torched earth mentality at that time and even he himself has said what he said in that interview wasn’t meant as a timeless manifesto. It’s a shame that given his ability of analyse sources Lewisohn has never (to my knowledge) critically analysed Lennon Remembers, given that other sources have been analysed this makes LR a strange omission.

Finally, Lewisohn does tend to make some good insights and does have the ability to read between the lines (I.e. him noting Paul’s tendency to say “we” when in most cases he means himself) but with John I do think he has a bit of a blindspot. Why Lewisohn is happy to speculate without evidence in some cases (3 legs) but he draws the line at the suggestion that John and Paul’s weddings being connected is anyone’s guess. If Lewisohn can turn his attention to reading between the lines with John and the other Beatles too and connecting the dots then we should get a Beatles biography that finally addresses a lot of the issues we cover on this site. However, if we take the approach of only using John and Yoko’s PR to understand the events that transpired before and after the band broke up then the story hasn’t moved much further than 1970 and given all that we know now I think that would be a huge shame.

#the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #john and paul #mark lewisohn #paul and linda #john and yoko #double wedding #beatles podcasts #given Lewisohn’:s status it’s crucial he doesn’t just dismiss things he doesn’t like as invalid #interpretation is fine as long as it’s correct #i have other podcast thoughts on a separate show #thoughts #long post

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christinesficrecs · 4 years ago

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Any Sterek fics where Stiles is also a werewolf?

There are more fics in the tag.

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Lovely. No wonder he smelled like death.

“Stiles,” Derek said, answering Scott’s question. Or, one of them, at least.

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#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #werewolf!stiles #threecheersforsweetraytoro

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azaleavi · 4 years ago

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Woman like me - Part 3

Summary: Y/n and Bucky get a little closer while in Latvia

Word count: 2.8k

Warning(s): language(?)

Author’s note: Part 3 is finally here! I hope you’ll like reading as much as i liked writing it. The text in italics are y/n’s thoughts. Also I changed from “she” to “you” I hope you guys don’t mind.

Feedback is always appreciated and don't forget to reblog and like if you liked it and want to see more. Thank you!

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The four of you were sitting in the private plane, going wherever Zemo was taking you. Bucky was sitting across from you, cleaning his vibranium arm. You were watching him intently, fascinated by the arm. Your had heard stories of the man of course, but he seems so much different just sitting there than what you were told about the ruthless assassin. Bucky noticed you watching, but he didn’t let you know. Instead he flexed his hand and because of that you slightly moved in your seat, feeling weird inside. You want to touch the metal and run your finger along it. You grabbed your own hand instead as if to physically stop yourself from moving. Bucky stopped and looked up at you.

“You okay?” he asked. You panicked for a second and tried to come up with something normal to say. You didn’t understand why you were feeling this way around the man but you needed to stop.“Yeah, it’s just…” you went silent for a second, eyes going down to his arm then continuing much quieter “it’s just cool” your eyes widened. You didn’t want to say that out loud. I’m supposed to be a super-soldier for god’s sake how can’t I just keep my mouth shut around him!

“Cool?” Bucky leaned forward, thinking he heard you wrong “You think my arm is cool?” he was trying to hold back a laugh. He must be thinking that you are an idiot. You cleared your throat and tried to change the subject.

“So where did you get it from? In the older pictures I think it was silver” seriously that’s the best thing you could come up with? You scolded yourself. Bucky was still trying to hide his smile.

“They gave me a new one in Wakanda” he answered. Your eyes lit up.

“Wakanda? Isn’t that where the Black Phanter is from?” you smiled, scooting forward in your chair with child-like wonder clear in your eyes. You loved the stories about that part of the world and the technology they used, and to get a chance to talk to someone who has seen it in real life was truly amazing.

“Yes, T’Challa.”

“Oh, you know him?” your smile became brighter at the mention of the king. Bucky decided he loved to see your smile so he told you about the king and the people. He liked to talk about his stay there because he never was so peaceful in his life like he was in Wakanda. You hung onto every word he said, giving him your full attention. Sam watched the two from where he is sitting with a smile on his face. He has never seen his partner this talkative but he was glad Bucky finally has some normalcy in his life. Even if it’s with another super-soldier.

“It must have been so nice to live there” you mused. Bucky was looking at you with a small smile on his lips. Talking about Wakanda always lift his mood and to have someone who is is excited to hear about it makes him so happy “So they gave you the arm as a gift?” you went back to the original topic of the conversation.

“More like to fight. You know the whole Thanos situation” he thought back to those times. It hasn’t been that long ago for him, but for the people who stayed behind it had been more than five years. You faltered a little at that.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked” you said looking down. you didn’t want to bring up bad memories.

“No, it’s okay. It already happened, we can do anything about it” he reassured you. You looked up into his eyes, just now noticing how beautiful they were. Funny enough, Bucky thought the same about yours. Averting your eyes, they landed on his chest. The jacket he had on looked way too good on him and you could see the outline of his dog tags under his shirt. You moved in the seat again. You have never even kissed a man but here you were wanting to jump his bones. You suddenly stood up.

“I- I need to use the bathroom” stuttering you walked away as the men watched. Sam looked at Bucky and raised his eyebrows knowingly.

“What?” Bucky asked, not understanding why he was looking at him like that.

“Nothing” Sam said, turning away so the other man didn’t see his smile.

Meanwhile you were in the bathroom, splashing your face with water. You need to get it together y/n. He is just a man. A very sexy man and I would do anything to have his di… you shook your head, leaning against the sink. Okay we are not going there while he is right outside! Why were you so obsessed with him? Yes he was handsome but it’s not like you haven’t seen handsome men before. He was the first to be this nice and make you feel like a normal person though. Maybe that was it. But it doesn’t matter because he would never look at you like that and you really didn’t have time for feelings. There were super-soldiers on the loose, who needed to be stopped. You shook your head again and dried your hands. This would be a long journey if you couldn’t keep your emotions in check around him.

The four of you were walking in the streets of Latvia when you noticed Bucky looking on the ground for a brief second. Following his line of sight you saw a little silver ball. You opened your mouth to ask him about it, but he spoke up first.

“I’m gonna go for a walk” he said as you stopped in front of a pretty old building. You furrowed your eyebrows, feeling like something was wrong. The other two men walked up the stairs while you stayed in the same place, looking at Bucky with worry in your eyes. He looked back at you and smiled a little.” It will be a few minutes, you can go up with them” he tried to reassure you. You nodded and walked after Zemo. Those little balls had to mean something, you just hoped it was nothing bad. You walked into the nice apartment that Zemo had, deciding to wait for Bucky on the couch.

You listened to Sam and Zemo argue about the serum when Sam brought up the man who has been occupying your mind for the last two days.

“What is taking Bucky so long?” he spoke up from where he was sitting at the bar and just like that the mentioned man walked through the door. You let out a quiet laugh which made Bucky look at you.

“The Dora Milaje is here and they are looking for Zemo” he walked over to you and sat down on your right so close that your thighs were touching. You stiffened and you were sure he felt it because he turned to you. You thought he would move away but instead he put an arm on the back of the couch behind you so he basically had his arm around your shoulders, all while looking straight into your eyes. You could feel your cheeks heat up, but couldn’t move your eyes away. He continued talking while keeping the eyecontact.” I bought us some time, but we need to be quick” Sam cleared his throat which broke the two of you out your haze. You turned around to him, only to see him smirking at you. You looked down, embarrassed that they both saw that. Tuning out their conversation you leaned back, forgetting that Bucky’s arm was still behind you so you accidentaly put your head on his arm. He didn’t seem to care so you tried to act like you didn’t either and closed your eyes. You were tired from all the fighting and flying.

A few minutes later you felt the arm under you move and you opened your eyes. What you did not expect to see is Bucky’s face a few inches from yours. His right hand was almost touching your cheek. Your eyes widened, but you were frozen in your spot. Why was he always so close to me? Your eyes moved down from his beautiful blues to his invinting lips. Oh god, he was so close. If I leaned forward a little I could kiss him. Before you could continue that thought he backed away from you.

“We need to go” he cleared his throat, his voice a little raspy. He stood up, pulling his arm from under you and started walking to the front door. You followed suit after him.

Meeting John Walker was not something that was on your bucket list. The dude was an asshole and the way he ordered around everyone was making you quickly irritated. You lied about being a super-soldier, to him you were just a friend of Sam’s. Him not knowing about your powers meant you couldn’t help the boys when everything went south. Bucky told you to stay back, but you needed to help in some way after all they had done for you. They saved you from Madripoor after all and even if the codes were still in your head they trusted you enough to keep you around.

You met up with Sam and Zemo back at the house, Zemo looked like he got a pretty bad headache. Most likely deserved. When you couldn’t find Bucky anywhere in the house you started to panic. Sam saw it and calmed you down, saying that he could be here any minute. After a few minutes Bucky walked through the door, taking his gloves off.

“Something is not right about Walker.” he said as he walked over to the bar while taking off his jacket. Why was that black shirt so tight?

“You don’t say?” Sam answered him, a smirk evident on his lips.

“I know crazy when I see one, ‘cause I am crazy” Bucky opened the cupboard and took out a whiskey bottle.

“Are you trying to get drunk in the middle of the day?” you asked, standing up from your seat, walking over to him and sitting on a bar stool.” Is that what crazy entails?” you joked. He lifted the glass to his lips while looking at you.

“We can’t get drunk darling. The serum prevents that.” he drowned the drink in one swift motion and poured himself another one. ”you want some?” he motioned towards the empty glasses.

“S- sure” you stuttered, brain going into overdrive from the pet name he just called you. You definitely wanted some, but it wasn’t the whiskey you were thinking about. His black shirt was not helping either. Bucky seemed to notice how your mind was somewhere else and he walked around the counter to stand next to you. He lifted his glass that had already been refilled by him, and tapped the edge of the glass to your lower lip. You stared at him, eyes wide, your mouth slightly open.

“So are you gonnna drink it?” he smirked, clearly seeing the effect he had on you. In your hazy mind you didn’t register that you should lift your hands and take the glass from him. Instead you put your lips around the edge of the glass and waited for him to tilt it while still looking into his eyes. He stared at you for a second, swallowed and then tilted the glass so the liquid reached your mouth. You took a sip. It did not taste good so you grabbed his hand that was still holding the glass and pushed it away.

“This definitely won’t be my favorite drink” you coughed a few times. Bucky let out a little laugh, putting his hand, that wasn’t being held by yours, on your thigh. Is he trying to kill me? You gulped, your grip thightening on his hand. He leaned closer to you, the smirk still evident on his lips. The lips that were once again very close to yours. You could feel his breath on your face. If he doesn’t kiss me right now I will lose my mind. You didn’t know what Zemo and Sam were doing but at this point you didn’t care. You just wanted his lips on yours. Something about this man made you very needy and as the day progressed it got harder to hide it. His sight slipped down to your lips and just as you thought he might do exactly what you wanted John Walker burst through the door. Bucky backed away immediately and you looked down clearing your throat, blush tainting your cheeks.

“All right, that’s it, let’s go” John said as he and Lemar walked to the middle of the room. “I am now ordering you to turn him over” he pointed at Sam while Bucky walked to the chair next to you and sat down.

“Okay slow your roll. Shield or no shield, the only thing you are running in here is your mouth.” you turned away from them and towards Bucky so John wouldn’t see you laughing. Bucky on the other hand had a clear view of your joy. “Now I had Karli and you overstepped” Sam continued “He has actually proven himself useful today” he pointed at Zemo who walked towards the two of you.” And we’re gonna need all hands on deck for whatever is coming next”

John put down the shield and started running his mouth again and the next thing you knew there was a spear lodged inside the wall next to him. A woman in wakandan clothes was standing in the room and other two walked in through the front door. You raised your eyebrows impressed. That was cool. Bucky sighed next to you. The one who seemed to be the leader started speaking wakandan to Bucky. You didn’t understand a word of it but it must have been nothing good because he looked down like a child who was being scolded.

“Release him to us now.” she said in english. John couldn’t keep his ego in check once again and Sam tried to get him to back down but it was no use. As soon as John touched the woman he found himself on the ground. These women are amazing. They started fighting and you just looked around, unsure what to do. Sam walked closer to you and Bucky stood up, making you look at him.

“We should do something” Sam said to him as you walked over to them.

“Looking strong John” Bucky shouted at the man still getting his ass beaten. You snorted. Sam called his name in warning so Bucky intervened, grabbing the woman’s spear. “Ayo, let’s talk about this” Sam went to the other side of the room, also trying to stop what was happening. You were still standing in the same place, still not knowing if you should help or stay out of it. Your problem was solved when a spear flung at you and you had to step to the side and catch it with one hand. The wakandan woman studied you for a second then ran towards you, clearly wanting to fight. You flipped the spear around in your right hand so the sharp end was aimed at the ground. You didn’t want to harm her but that didn’t mean you would let her beat you. She threw a few punches at you, but you managed to block them. You tried hitting her with the spear, but she caught it, making your faces get close to each other. She pushed against you but she wasn’t stroungh enough to get you on the ground. You saw the realization in her eyes at your strenght. She tilted the metal so it hit you on the head and you stumbled backwards in pain. You heard something heavy hit the ground next to you but you didn’t have time to look as the woman came at you again, now with the knowledge that you were a super-soldier. She fought harder and faster than before, but still couldn’t hit you hard enough. You grabbed her weapon again, pulling it with all your strength. When she couldn’t hold it anymore you lifted your right leg and kicked her backwards. She fell over and you pointed the sharp metal at her neck, panting. You looked up just now noticing that everyone in the room was looking at the two of you. Sam was on the ground while John was pinned to a table by a spear and Bucky was holding his metal arm in his right hand, eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place. You dropped the weapon, realizing your mistake. No one should know that you are a super-soldier, especially not John Walker and he was looking right at you with wide eyes.

Oh no.

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years ago

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Don’t Go Breaking My Heart | Charlie Gillespie

Requested by anonymous: Hi! Could you possibly do a Charlie x reader fic where they are filming season 2 & there is a new character (fashion expert/can see ghost/a little bit of enemies with Luke at first) but off screen they are very close (always hanging out/on ig posts & stories/dance partners/they sing karaoke/adventure) & the whole cast likes to tease them about it but they deny any feelings however they are about to film a very important scene that involves their characters & might change everything between them.

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x reader

Warnings: fluff

Words: 2,789

Season 2. Finally Season 2. Everyone had been hoping, wishing, praying for a season 2 of Julie and The Phantoms, and after months of waiting, Netflix finally picked it up for a second season. After those months, the actors had just to wait a little while longer while the crew wrote up the first drafts of scripts and made it perfectly save for the actors to do their work. Once all of that’s ready and they’re good to go, the cast finally reunite again in Vancouver. They even meet some new cast members. Like you. You had auditioned for the role of Daniela Ramos, Julie’s cousin and Victoria’s daughter, and got it pretty much straight away. Daniela is a fashion student at a High School in Melrose Hill and Julie asks her for some help with costumes for her next gig with her band. To Julie’s surprise, Daniela can actually see the boys, even when they’re not playing, which causes for a lot of trouble in the band and family, especially between Julie and Luke. This is your first big role on the small screen and you’re the most excited you’ve ever been. You met the other cast members at the summer bootcamp before the filming process would start, and though almost everything had to be done with a face mask covering half of everyone’s face, it still was a lot of fun getting to meet everyone and spend the most fun summer ever. Every day, you grew closer and closer to everyone on set, and soon became best friends with Madi, Jadah, Savannah and Tori, doing plenty of sleepovers. Besides the girls, you also grew closer to Charlie, Owen and Jeremy, but mostly Charlie. For some reason, the two of you just clicked instantly. You have the same humor, the same taste of adventure, the same passions and dreams. You, Charlie and Owen even rented a place together to live in for the time being in Vancouver. You got even closer during filming, especially since you and Charlie have a lot of scenes together. “Oh my God, Luke, you’re so annoying!” you yell at him when the two of you are in the garage, taping a scene. It had taken you about ten takes and you still couldn’t help but giggle at the shocked face he pulled every time. “If I’m so annoying, Dani, why do you keep coming back?!” The angry face he pulls resembles that of an angry kitten, which just makes you crack up again. “God dammit, Y/N!” Charlie laughs now too as Kenny yells “Cut!” “Sorry! Sorry, guys! I promise I’m a real actor!” You hold your hands up in defense, then cough to get ready for another take. This time around, you could finally manage to get through it without laughing. “Yes!” Charlie exclaims when Kenny yells “Cut!” again. He holds his hand up for a high five, which you giddily give him. “Do you need any more takes, Kenny?” he asks the man himself. “Nope, you’re good! You can go on your break now!” he pats Charlie’s shoulder. “Nice job, guys!” “Thanks, Kenny,” you say, the smile growing on your face. “I need food, Gillespie,” you tell your best friend, linking your arm with his. “Let’s go get food!” The two of you head down to catering and sit down at a table with a plate full of food. “What are we doing tonight?” he then asks before taking a bite of food. You swallow your bite of food and take a sip from your drink. “Don’t you have a night shoot tonight?” you ask, remembering him saying something about a late call. “No, that’s tomorrow, after our dance rehearsal,” he replies after swallowing the food. “Oh! Okay!” You start thinking of things to do, “We could go to karaoke? Bring the others maybe?” He raises his eyebrows, looking at you questionably. “I’ve always loved karaoke,” you shrug with a giggle. “Yeah, okay!” Charlie nods his head agreeingly. “Karaoke it is!” The two of you smile up at each other, teeth showing, both of you glowing. “What are you love birds discussing?” Owen asks when he joins them, his voice muffled from the mask covering his face. He pulls it down to under his chin as he and Jeremy join the two at the table. “We’re thinking about going to karaoke tonight with the whole team!” you tell them, completely ignoring the ‘love birds’. “Ooh, fun!” Owen exclaims with a smile that nearly reaches his ears. “Yeah, we’ll leave after shooting the last scene tonight,” Charlie suggests, looking at you for confirmation. You nod your head agreeingly. That night, you and the rest of the cast head to the nearest karaoke place you know. You’ve linked arms with Savannah and Tori, giggling through the night, trying to keep your balance on your heeled boots. Meanwhile, without you realizing, Charlie has been keeping his eyes on you the whole way there. He finds it adorable how your giggle floats through the night air and your hips bump against the other girls’. He couldn’t lie, you had easily become the light in his life. “So, what song shall we begin with?” you ask the gang as you settle into the booth. “Pick the first one on the list,” Jeremy replies when no one else does. You nod your head curtly and press play on the first song, which is Living on a Prayer by Bon Jovi. You can already tell after that first song; tonight is going to be a fun night. You sing a couple of songs with the girls, there are many group numbers, and you even sing one with your roommates. After singing with Owen and Charlie, the latter points at you. “We’re going to sing together now!” he exclaims excitedly before turning around and picking a song for you to sing. When he’s picked one, he grabs your hand to pull you closer towards him. You blink a couple of times, unable to process what’s happening right now. The opening notes to Don’t Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John and Kiki Dee chime through the booth. You glance over at Savannah and Tori, who offer you an encouraging smile. Then you look at Jadah and Madison, but they’re too busy giggling and whispering, and it makes you wonder if that’s about you and Charlie. Your eyes dart over to the boys – Jeremy, Owen and Sacha – who just offer you suggestive smiles and eyebrow-wiggles. Charlie’s voice captures your attention again, and you turn to him. “I couldn’t if I tried,” you sing back to him. The encouraging smile on Charlie’s face calms you down a little up to the point where it almost seems like the two of you are the only people in the room. You have no clue what is happening or why it’s happening. All you know is that you’ve wanted it to happen sooner. Though you wouldn’t ever admit that to anyone. It’s the way he looks at you and the way he makes you feel like you’re the only person on this planet that matters. It’s been the way he’d looked at you since that first day of meeting him. “I won't go breaking your heart,” you sing the very last line to him ever so softly, not even looking at the screen anymore, but instead, looking into his eyes. “Don't go breaking my heart,” he sings back. The song ends and you both lower your microphones, staring into each other’s eyes. If it wasn’t for the rest of the cast breaking out into cheers and applause, you would’ve kissed him then and there. But it startles you, and you step away from him upon realizing how close you are and how that must look to the others. “So, when’s the wedding?” Madison asks teasingly, which makes the others laugh, and you blush. After that night at karaoke, the two of you had silently agreed to forget anything ever happened. Savannah said you were in denial, but you believed you weren’t. You told her it was just the atmosphere in the air that night, the both of you had consumed a little bit of alcohol and it might’ve just been that. No one stopped teasing you though. On every possible occasion, they’d ask you if you’d kissed him yet, or when your next date it, or started singing Don’t Go Breaking My Heart randomly. You just shook it off every time, finding it amusing how consumed the cast was with this ‘relationship’ you had with Charlie. There was nothing more going on than just a really, really tight friendship. Until the dance scene happened. Your character, Dani, was supposed to go to a school dance with her crush, but she was nervous because she had never slow danced with anyone before. When she tells Luke, he insisted on teaching her, saying he’d gone to plenty of school dances back in ’94 and ’95 before he died. You and Charlie know this choreography by heart, you’ve been doing it for weeks on end at bootcamp and during rehearsals. It had always just been fun and games, the two of you being immaculate dancers and bouncing off of each other so well because of your tight friendship. “I could teach you?” Charlie says as Luke, stepping closer to you. You raise your eyebrows at him. “I’ve gone to numerous dances in my days, Dani…” One corner of his mouth curls up into a teasing smirk. “Unless you want to embarrass yourself in front of… Jake.” He emphasizes the name of your fictional crush, to which you react with wide eyes and a blush spreading on your cheeks. “Come on, Dani!” He reaches out for your hand, which you place hesitantly in his. Dani being able to see ghosts, is also able to make them corporeal. The lights on set dim a little, except for one spot on the pair in the middle of the studio, and then the music starts playing through the speakers. Charlie starts singing the song they’d learned at bootcamp, one the cast wrote together during the quarantine. The atmosphere in the studio has suddenly become really intense. You can feel the butterflies erupting in your stomach as the man in front of you sings to you, mere inches away from each other as he leads you in this beautiful dance Paul Becker and Tori Caro choreographed for you. Just like at the karaoke booth, it feels like the two of you are the only people on set. Just you and him. You and Charlie. You and your best friend. There’s no denying you have feeling for him anymore. You knew you did, you just told yourself it wasn’t a good idea and suppressed those feelings, pushing them down. It worked for a while. Until now. “Cut!” Kenny yells after your scene. You step away from Charlie, glancing down at the floor as you try your hardest to hide your flustered face. “That was perfect, guys! It really looks like the two of you were in love!” he claps his hands in excitement, then tells them to do it again. After four takes of the dance, Kenny tells you to go and take a break. Without saying another word to Charlie, you rush off set and towards your trailer where you sit down on a chair, trying to calm your breathing. Charlie might not like you the way you like him. Admitting to these feelings might just ruin everything the two of you have. With this in mind, you grab your phone and text Savannah, asking her to come over to your trailer. Maybe she could help you. “Are you okay?” she asks when she enters and finds you staring at the ceiling. “No…” you reply and take a deep breath, “I think I’m in love with my best friend?” “Oh, sweetie…” Savannah sighs, and pulls you up to take you in a hug, “I know…” You pull her away again to face her properly. “What do you mean ‘you know’?” “Everybody knows,” she starts, “The two of you have been inseparable since the day you met, and everyone can see the way you look at each other. Plus, your duet the other night was a little intense for it to be a platonic one.” She chuckles, and you can’t help but chuckle too. She then grabs her phone from her back pocket, opening Instagram. “You know fans have caught on too, right?” She shows you the comments on some of Charlie’s pictures on his account. One picture is of the two of you, napping in Julie’s bed on set, cuddled up. He even posted pictures from your hikes on your days off. All of them are bombarded with comments from fans saying, ‘I ship it!’ or ‘Y/S/N’. Sav then opens her dm’s which are flooded with fans asking if you and Charlie are dating yet, and how the two of them are so in love with each other. “Charlie isn’t in love with me?” you deny, not believing one bit about it. “He is, though…” This does not come from Savannah’s mouth. Your eyes widen when you recognize the voice, and peek behind Savannah to find your best friend standing at your open trailer door. “Sav, can you give us a minute?” he asks the younger girl. “More than a minute,” she chirps, offering you a wink before leaving the trailer. Charlie steps in completely and moves until he’s in front of you. He takes your hands in his, and chuckles at your overwhelmed and confused expression. “Are you okay?” he asks, that beautiful smile of his persistent on his face. “Y—yeah? No? I’m not sure?” you sigh, trying to get your thoughts in order. “Charlie, wha—?” “Can I talk? I’ve been going over this conversation in my mind a billion times, and if I don’t say it now, I think I’m going to forget what I’m supposed to say…” You nod your head in response. “Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since the very first time I saw you walking in at bootcamp. You looked adorable with your little nervous smile and your polite hellos to everybody. I knew from that moment on that I wanted to get to know you better, and that I wanted to become more than just friends…I didn’t think you’d feel the same way, so I told myself that it was okay if we’d just stay friends. Especially since your character kind of hates mine and you bring Dani to life so convincingly, that I was almost sure you hated me too,” you chuckle at that, “But I can’t hide it anymore, Y/N. I am so embarrassingly in love with you that I could’ve kissed you after that scene we just did and that I could kiss you right now even though I’m—” before he can finish his sentence, you lean up and crash your lips onto his, your hands flying into his hair. He’s a little startled at first, but quickly melts into the kiss and presses you closer to him. “I am so embarrassingly in love with you too, Charlie,” you whisper when you pull away, pressing your forehead against his. “They’re going to be so relieved,” you tell him with a chuckle. He frowns his eyebrows at you. “Who?” he asks. You take his hand in yours and lead him towards the door of your trailer, pushing it open and making it bump against whoever was closest to the door. All of your cast mates scramble, trying to act natural while Owen rubs his forehead since he was the one that got a door in his face. “Ah, them!” Charlie chuckles. “Thanks for the door in my face, guys,” Owen says disgruntled. “That’s on you, buddy,” you tell him with a grin. “Don’t you guys have a scene to shoot or something?” Their eyes widen at the realization and, after yelling at the two how happy they are for them, rush to set in a hurry. “So, where were we?” Charlie turns back to you when everyone’s gone. “Don’t you have a scene with them?” “Shit!” he grumbles and jumps off the small steps in front of the trailer. He starts running towards set but turns around almost immediately to you and kisses your lips quickly, but sweetly, and then runs off. You watch him with an amused smile on your face. There was nothing to be afraid about after all and nothing changed between you two. You were still the best of friends, just friends that kiss and are in love with each other. But both of you happy.

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spiltscribbles · 4 years ago

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Im so excited!!!! Here’s a little “It’s always been you. You and only you.” sprinkled in with Green-Eyed Epiphany

~Notes: OMFG bubby!!!! You are so beyond adorable! Thank you So SO much for the sweetness!! I really hope you like this XS and fingers crossed this fits the promptXS <3 <3 <3

Prompt Smash Game | Send Me A Prompt💜 | A Reblog Is Like A Huge, Warm Hug!!!

~R: my mom’s working the night shift at the clinic👀👀

~S: Kinky😏

~S: I can be there in 15

~R: make it 20 and get Chinese x

~S: sometimes I think ur j using me for the food

~R: and bring henny😈

It’s seventeen minutes since Remus sent the last text when the front door of his modest ranch house begins to thump with a familiar wrapping that’s three quick knocks followed by two slower ones, and he has to wrestle down the eager grin from his face when he swings it open to find one of his closest friends standing at the threshold in that customary weathered, leather jacket that he found two summers ago when Remus had taken him thrifting for the first time, and an impish sort of smirk that definitely would look ridiculous on anyone else, but only makes Sirius all the more maddeningly attractive.

“What took so long?” Remus asks mildly, pulling him indoors by the sleeve and gesturing for him to set the goods on the kitchen counter once they cross the small foyer.

“You wound me, Lupin.” Sirius retorts, quick-silver eyes flashing before he pins him against the island and puts his hands on either side of his waistline with more gentleness than Remus would’ve expected before they began this whole sorted affair— Okay, maybe that’s the wrong word for it?

It’s not an affair, or tryst, or carrying on or whatever the fuck else Lily says when she’s teetering on the wrong edge of tipsy and thinks it’s her right to call Remus out on his bullshit— on his stupid, beyond obvious crush he’s been fostering for one of his closest friends since junior high.

It’s none of those things— It’s not nearly as dramatic.

It’s just— Just that yes, Remus has been harboring a tiny infatuation for Sirius ever since that first day of the seventh grade when he had moved to this tiny, coastal town after his parents divorce. But how could he have not? Sirius is hilarious, and a genius, and so gorgeous that sometimes it feels like his insides are twisting up whenever he glances over at him. And on that first day, he had just caught Remus’s eyes from across the library shelves before classes begun, and smiled in that uniquely electric way of his, and asked if Remus could put slime in a very specific locker, (Snape’s), for a very specific reason, (Because he kept following Lily around like a creep), on account to no one suspecting the new kid. And yeah— Remus was lost on him an embarrassing amount from then on.

Sure, it can be regarded as kinda pathetic on Remus’s end— kindling this nest of emotions so close to the chest— but also it’s not as if he’s been lovestruck by his crush, like it’s some sort of waterlogged scarf he’s got dragging him down. His attraction towards Sirius is like a soft melody that’s swelling in the backdrop of all their interactions, nothing overwhelming— not a flood plane, not yet at least. It’s warm, and it’s familiar, and it’s persistent like a flutter of a humming bird’s wings. And Remus doesn’t mind pining over someone as fantastical as Sirius Fucking Black.

Graciously, in some strike of incredible luck, Sirius never caught on to Remus’s silly feelings, not until that night when they were watching an old movie in Remus’s basement while James and Lily were celebrating an entire year together— save for all their sudden stops and just as speedy starts— and Peter was visiting his grandmother in Tampa Bay. It was the first time they had been alone together since Remus broke up with Caradoc for the final time, and Sirius just looked so fucking good in that casual, white v-neck and his skinny jeans that make him look like some echo of James Dean on his best day. And Remus isn’t sure who exactly moved forwards first, or how the fuck Meg Ryan wandering the Seattle streets was some sort of aphrodisiac, or why Sirius— who could have any guy he would ever want— was actually humoring him, but one second they’re lying down on the sofa— Remus caged between Sirius’s expanse and the cushions behind them— and the next he’s tasting PBR on Sirius’s lips, and has got a fist full of his dark hair, and is thrilling at the feeling of Sirius’s thigh between his legs. And yeah— it just happened like those sort of things are want to do, and by the end of it they were sticky and breathless and diffident in ways they never been around one another, in ways Remus reckons Sirius has never been around anyone.

But the next weekend, when Sirius’s latest sorta— but not really— boyfriend had canceled on their dinner plans, Sirius wandered over to Remus’s bedroom window and it was another tumbling of frenzied hands and loosen buckles and thrusting hips. And then it just became an easy release— a sort of poetry, an understanding in all but name.

And that’s fine. They don’t have to talk about it. Remus knows that Sirius isn’t the type to settle down with a partner, to go bowling for a date, or texting countless messages that amount to nothing at all at the end of the conversation, or putting up with another dude’s parents taking photos of them before leaving to prom or homecoming or whatever the fuck else. And Remus is sorta sick of the idea of love, of trying so hard only to end up heartbroken and eating a gallon of Chubby Bunny in his favorite sweats and cursing John Hughes for pretending Hollywood romances can happen to ordinary high schoolers.

So yeah— This thing they’ve fallen into with each other is good. They’re friends— best friends— and they have fun and they’re apparently really fucking good in bed together, and Sirius never looks at Remus with pity when he spots him gazing at his profile absentmindedly, and he doesn’t mind when Remus traces invisible designs against his skin when they’re soaking in the after glow, and he never treats him any different. Sirius still slings his arm around Remus’s shoulders when they walk down the halls, and he still buys him his favorite chocolates when he feels poorly, and he still faces Dorcas's disapproving wrath when he drags Remus out of the library to have a little mischief— whether it’s smoking a blunt in the abandoned skatepark in town or playing some stupid prank on those assholes in their year.

For all intent and purposes, they still behave the same they’ve always acted around one another, but just with the miraculous addition of mind-blowing and dulcetly ductile sex.

This is good, this is fun, this is completely untethered from the bull shit of romance.

And if Remus mouths against the juncture of Sirius’s neck a little too intensely— trying to pry off the memory of the hickey Sirius had been sporting after spending the weekend with Gideon Prewett— Well no one has to be any the wiser, and by the sound of Sirius’s hitched breaths, he seems not to mind even slightly.

“Except my apology?” Remus asks, more coy than he ordinarily acts as he drops his arms around Sirius’s neck, and leans on the balls of his feet to whisper against his temple.

“Oh, you’re such a bastard,” Sirius retorts, labored as all get out, kneading his fingers into Remus’s ass that’s only covered by the thin layer of his plaid pajama bottoms. “You are going to have to do a lot more for me to forgive the lip.”

Remus laughs in a stammering sort of way as Sirius tugs him along, walking backwards to his room that he’s become incredibly intimate with since the first time they did this three months ago.

“Sirius, the spring rolls— they’re gross if we have to heat them up again.”

“I’ll postmate us knew ones,” Sirius insists, covering Remus’s mouth with his own with fervor. “C’mon babe, do not tease me like this.”

Sirius must’ve caught his mistake, because he suddenly goes as red as Remus feels— The pet name was to close for comfort considering their strictly friends with benefits nature, but Remus is already half hard, and he really does not want to end this, so with a sly wink, he returns to nipping at Sirius’s jawline, rutting against him in a very unambiguous way. “Fine, if you really don’t think you’ll need the nourishment for your stamina?”

The words have their intended effect, and Sirius makes a small growl deep in his throat before practically tearing off Remus’s shirt, and dipping beneath the waistline of his pants, scooping him up and racing to the bed.

And they get lost in one another beneath the pale glow of Remus’s lamplight and the moon spilling through the window, relearning each others every patch of skin for minutes on end that wax and wane like the delta of ocean waves, unspooling into something tangible and tantalizing with every kiss punctuated with teeth that Sirius trails across Remus’s collarbone, and the way Remus palms greedy hands up and down Sirius’s back until he gets the hint and undresses.

“Well come on, you’re not an invalid, Lupin.” Sirius jeers and Remus chuckles as he follows suit until they’re both finally, blessedly nude. And with an easy assurance of them having done this more than a dozen times now, Remus crawls into his lap and kisses him straight on the mouth, preening how Sirius moans against him— canting up wantonly and grabbing at his hips with a sort of intensity that will probably leave bruises in the shape of the pads of his fingers, and Remus absolutely adores the idea of that, feels something hot and needy and desperate unfurl in his gut as he presses their mouths more forcefully together, going buzzed when he gets to relish in the sensation of their tongues running against one another, and the taste of the ridges on the roof of Sirius’s mouth, and the slide of the soft skin of his inner cheek— gasping when Sirius pulls away abruptly, panting an almost reverent, “Mother of God, Remus,” and tackles him flat on his back before they commence, with the addition of both their hard, leaking cocks thrusting against one another and Sirius’s hand in Remus’s hair pulling that bit more forcefully while his other one roams the dips and planes of his side— skirting against the divots of his stomach muscle before he wraps it around the pair of them and begins to pull in earnest, to the rhythm that Remus swears was strung from the heavens above.

“Oh— Oh, yeah— Sirius,” Remus breathes out in a haggard sort of way, words that he refuses to ever call a mewl even if they’re stretched out and crackle with emotion.

“Yes—, just say that again,” Sirius practically demands, his mouth completely covering his ear in a wet, hot heat— his teeth scraping against the soft shell. “Remus, baby, just say my name, tell me you want it.”

And God, Remus is feeling so heady— like he’s floating and he couldn’t possibly come back down— that he probably would’ve listened to anything Sirius asked of him, especially if he does that thing again, when he squeezes the slick length of them with a tad more force than they usually play at. “Sirius, Sirius. Sirius, please, I’m close,” Remus shrills in an unsteady staccato— his normally smooth tenner going pitchy and pleading, and he can feel his toes curling, can feel the eminent release coming— What he does not expect is to feel something poking at his entrance, didn’t expect to be struck dumb by the sensation of the tip of Sirius’s large, dry finger poking right there, right against the fluttering hole, while he’s still pumping them in tandem, and the second it hooks inside Remus goes a startling sort of static , sees blasts of white blotching his vision and his head thrown back and his dick spirting out heavily against Sirius’s deliciously defined torso.

And he’s just breathing heavily now, during the come down, can barely make out anything through the heavy weight around him, the one cushioning his head— but he does graciously feel Sirius’s cock fucking into his own hand against Remus’s thigh and then idly the feeling of his come splattering him, but then after that he can just barely hear the distant padding of feed against floorboards, followed by a wet washcloth being dabbed against his skin. So when he finally forces himself to focus, he sees Sirius cleaning himself off, wrapping it into the pair of joggers Remus was wearing earlier and tosses it to the corner of the room.

“Rude,” he scolds with no heat, shuffling closer to him when Sirius lies down besides him once more and circles an arm around his torso.

“THat’s what you get when you’re acting like a lazy fuck,” Sirius counters, smug as all get out while he threads a hand in Remus’s hair.

“Hmm, didn’t see that in the papers recently. Is it a new law?”

“Yeah, actually just past on the senate floor.”

“Interesting… Well considering that only one of us has a senator for a father, I really have to ask to see the power-point you shared with him to get this bill through the stalemate,” Remus’s head bounces against Sirius’s chest from the force of his laughter at the barb.

“Oh, stuff it, Lupin.”

Hiding his smile into Sirius’s skin, Remus does as told, and they both just lie there, as if everything’s gone suspended just for the pair of them, just so Remus can count out the beats of Sirius’s heart pulsing against his sternum, and can feel the way their legs tie into one another, and can feel Sirius mouthing against his temple, blowing his curls with every exhale.

And Remus thinks that he’d do anything to remember this exact moment for every single day from here on out.

But then the quiet is abruptly and permanently punctured by the sound of his phone chirping, and he has to breathe in deeply before separating from the warmth of Sirius, and fishes down for the device that’s still crammed into the side of his bed from where he had hidden it after that initial text.

“Is Dearborn still on your ass to try again?” Sirius asks, a bit stilted.

Remus wonders if he’s just imagining the tension twisted in the question, but reasons that Sirius’s never been Caradoc’s biggest fan, so he just shrugs it off— really doesn’t want to get into some stupid argument about his asshole of an ex when he’s still feeling so content. “Nah, ’s James. Still trying to force me to go to the homecoming dance with you guys.”

“Oh,” Sirius retorts, lips pinched while watching Remus redress. “You should go, Marls is pregaming and you know she always gets the good shit.”

Remus shakes his head while puttering over to find a new pair of sweats and a sweater. “Nah, just not feeling it this year— Erm, you’re taking Gid I assume.” He’s not sure why he asks it, supposes he’s always a glutton for some pain and shitty feelings to inspire his playlists habit, but also maybe it’s him trying to sober himself. Trying to remember that despite this— despite everything they just did and how easy it’s always been for them to fall into step with one another— Remus isn’t good enough to be seen with Sirius in the light of day. He’s probably not handsome enough or cool enough or something else that makes Sirius absolutely revolted from the thought. Probably that he’s beyond bookish, and looks painfully virginal and isn’t nearly as sly or snarky as his other conquests.

Truly, Remus should just be thankful that Sirius wants this at all, he shouldn’t be so crazed over the why nots of the situation— it’ll only kill him trying to be something he never could actually affect with any credence.

Schooling his features to something passably indifferent, Remus pivots to face him again, is startled when he finds Sirius still naked and staring at him with a burning sort of intensity in his storm cloud eyes.

“He hasn’t said anything, but I guess he’s assuming as much,” he finally says, running a hand through his overgrown fringe, that familiar twitch of the corner of his mouth grabbing Remus’s attention. The one that tells him Sirius is actually irritated about something he’s not letting himself say out loud.

“Erm, good? Gid’s a decent guy.” Remus mutters, head ducked once it gets to a point that he can’t stand Sirius looking at him like that— Not after how blissed out and ferocious he had been groping every inch of Remus only moments ago. “You guys are nice together.”

And it’s like the breath before the worst of storms when his words collapse between them, making the pregnant silence go suddenly suffocating.

“Right,” Sirius intones once Remus levels their gazes, hurriedly standing and collecting his own clothes, fracturing the moment completely. “Right. Whatever, yeah. I’ll go to the fucking dance with fucking Gideon Prewett. That’s good.”

“Sir—“

“No, it’s fine. You can just stay home, and mourn over that douchebag Dearborn some more, even though you ending it with that dick was the best decision you could’ve made, Remus, and I’m not even saying it just because I’m petty. He is a prick, and you need to finally get a clue how much better you deserve, damn it!”

Remus’s head feels like it’s swimming. Why is Sirius so angry all of a sudden? Does he not like Gideon? Why can’t he just cut it off like so many times before? And why the hell is he petty over Caradoc? The entire situation feels like someone’s just handed him a wedge of Swiss cheese and told him to knit it back together.

“What is up your ass?” He decides is an appropriate enough question for his floundering, and shutters back only slightly at how fuming Sirius looks when he rounds on him— clothes disheveled and fearsome glower heavy on his face.

“Whatever Remus, if you can’t see that Dearborn is bad news—“

“I’m not pining for Dearborn,” Remus interjects, really doesn’t feel like listening to one of Sirius’s ridiculous diatribes about him, not now. Not when he’s still so bewildered by everything else. “Why would you think that?”

The fire in Sirius’s eyes vanishes as quickly as someone blowing on a candle, and it’s his turn to gawk, gaping at Remus, shoulders dragged down and eyes wide. “Wait— You’re not?”

“No…. I haven’t even thought about him for weeks.”

“Oh.” Sirius looks contemplative for a moment, before the righteous anger that only he could ever wear with such conviction, melts over him once more. “All right, then what the fuck is this?”

Remus stiffens, feels his veins lace with ice, an his breath catch somewhere in his throat, really does not think he’s ready for this conversation. “This?”

“Yes, Remus, this!” Sirius demands, sounding harsh in comparison to the barely croak Remus had spoken with. “Listen I don’t care if you want me to wait some more, if you need to lick your wounds or whatever. But why are you like pushing me on other people? Why do you want me not to be around? why do you want me to go out with other dudes?”

Remus lies back on the chest of drawers now, feels beyond dazed. “What the hell are you talking about, Sirius?”

Sirius clenches his teeth right then, the hinge of his jaw going taught

before he skulks closer, not letting Remus drop his gaze. “Is it me? Is it that you just can’t see me that way? Are you just stringing me along or something? Because I really didn’t think that was your style, but if it’s that, then Remus—“

“Stringing you along?” Remus asks in a voice barely above a whisper, just needs to feel his lips forming the absolutely risible words, even if it makes it so something dark passes across Sirius’s beauteous features.

“Remus, I swear to God! Stop repeating everything I’m fucking saying!”

“Then start making some damn sense!” Remus snaps, suddenly heated as he straightens and pins him with a proper scowl. “What in holy hell are you going on about?”

“God! Do I have to spell it out!” Sirius barks, cutting the final step dividing them and grabbing for Remus’s shoulders with a tight squeeze. “I know you just wanted to fuck around with someone after Dearborn showed his extreme dickitude, and listen, I was so fucking ecstatic that you wanted me for it. But I can’t do this in-between shit anymore! I’m sorry, but I can’t! And I get if this is annoying, but I’ve been crazy for you for so long. And I just can’t keep myself at an arms length anymore, not now that we’ve really had each other, not after you let me actually touch and taste and fuck you and— Damn it, this isn’t coming out the way I wanted, all right! Damn it, maybe Evans was right and I should’ve made queue cards like some dumb ass— But then James pointed out how unromantic that was, and Marlene said—“

Gently, Remus puts his shaking fingers against Sirius’s lips, effectively killing off anything else he’s about to say. And slowly, everything is beginning to slot into place, and he’s so spiteful over how they’ve been such idiots this entire time— swears to put salt into Lily’s coffee next time he sees her.

“I didn’t know you actually were into me Sirius.”

Stunned, Sirius’s dark brows hike up to his hairline. “How the hell didn’t you know?” He demands against Remus’s fingers, thunderous and insulted looking.

“Because you never fucking said as much!” Remus defends himself, feels a mangled sort of laughter squirming out. “God, we’re idiots.”

“We’re?” Sirius asks, hesitant and red faced before Remus moves his hand to peck softly against his mouth.

“I’ve been half in love with you for years you absolute ass-wipe, it’s always been you! You and always you.” Remus tells him breathily, still fighting down the last remnants of his actual, god forsaken giggle— like he’s thirteen again and getting buzzed off his mom’s peach wine coolers. “I only never said anything because I never thought I’d have a chance with someone like you— Someone so— so— Someone so amazing.”

The smile Sirius favors him with right then is something absolutely incandescent, and his eyes shimmer with a very distinct sort of joy that Remus wonders if anyone besides him has ever witnessed. “Then you’re definitely the biggest idiot between us, Lupin.” Sirius declares, knocking their foreheads together, and lacing his hand into Remus’s own before squeezing meaningfully.

“Fuck off,” Remus snorts, presses forwards for another languorous kiss, not feeling in danger of being swallowed whole any more— finally letting himself drown and knowing that Sirius will be there to pull him back up no matter what.

“Oh, I could get used to this,” Sirius smirks, snakes his arms around Remus’s waste that bit tighter.

“Hmm, there is the problem that I usually don’t put out until at least the third or fourth date,” Remus says mildly.

“Pff, ‘s fine, Lupin,” Sirius insists, grinning beatifically. “I like you being a hussy for me!— Oof, careful with the merchandize, you were speaking some real exaltations about that part of my anatomy not too long ago.”

Moving his knee from the point at hand, Remus sticks out his tongue at him. “See if you ever get any ever again, Sirius Black.”

When Sirius laughs, it sounds like the strike of lightening against unmarked land, and the honey cloaked side of a knife’s edge, and like everything splendid Remus has ever known. And he thinks that yes, he could get used to this right back.

#WOLFSTAR #REMUS LUPIN #SIRIUS BLACK #REMUSXSIRIUS #SIRIUSXREMUS #WOLFSTAR FLUFF #Spilt Ink

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bevioletskies · 3 years ago

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we'll never have to say goodbye again

summary: Kazuma never expected to visit his own grave right before Tanabata - or really, to find himself looking at his own name on a gravestone to begin with. When Susato insists on bringing him there so they can pay their respects, Ryunosuke can’t help but suspect that it’s bothering him a little more than he’s letting on.

word count: 2.9k | read on ao3

a/n: For @asoryuu-week, day six of seven (prompt: "festival"). This fic takes place post-Resolve; mild spoiler warning for Adventures and Resolve, where events may be alluded to but not described in detail. All names and honorifics are taken from the official localization, with the exception of Haori, Sherlock, and Iris.

Fic title is from the song We'll Never Have To Say Goodbye Again by England Dan & John Ford Coley.

“I must say, it’s a little morbid to see my own name written on a gravestone. I’m not sure how to feel about it.”

Ryunosuke raised a pointed eyebrow, one that Kazuma pointedly ignored. “...only a little morbid?”

“Oh, dear,” Susato sighed, shaking her head. “Kazuma-sama, this isn’t exactly the reaction I was hoping for when I suggested we come visit your...burial site. I thought we’d treat the occasion with a little more ceremony, perhaps a few solemn words before we replace the wilted flowers my father laid at your grave over a month ago.”

Kazuma scoffed derisively. “I mean no disrespect, Susato-san, but...who exactly would these solemn words of yours be for when I’m standing right here?”

“You have a point, Asogi-san,” Haori piped up from where she was standing - by Kazuma’s side, like she often was when the four of them were out and about together, her arm interlaced with his. “And, er...Susato, no one else seems to be around, so I don’t think we need to keep up this pretense any longer.”

Susato cast one last wary glance over her shoulder before nodding, deftly slipping her arm out of Ryunosuke’s grasp. “Yes, you’re right. Shall we?” After a few practiced side steps around one another, almost a dance of sorts, they were back to where they wanted to be, with Susato and Haori arm-in-arm, and Ryunosuke and Kazuma hand-in-hand. “Much better. Naruhodo-san has been...perspiring all day.”

“...thank you for announcing that to everyone here, Susato-san,” Ryunosuke groaned. Kazuma snickered, playfully squeezing his partner’s hand. “Anyway, if Kazuma doesn’t see the need to pay our respects, maybe we could make this quick so we don’t miss the rest of the festival. I’m feeling rather...er...”

“Hungry?” Kazuma suggested with a smirk. “You hardly need to tell us that. We’ll be sharing sōmen and monjayaki, I assume?”

“Sharing? Hardly,” Ryunosuke said, chuckling. “Did you not hear my stomach growl just now?”

“Naruhodo-san, Kazuma-sama, please,” Susato said, leveling them with a sharp glare. “Let me replace Father’s chrysanthemums with some semblance of dignity.” Haori tried - and failed - to hide her own giggles behind her sleeve.

“My apologies, Susato-san,” Kazuma replied, clearing his throat. “Carry on, please.”

“Well, now that the mood’s spoiled, I don’t think I’ll be able to find the words I was originally going to say,” Susato sighed, carefully crouching down to kneel in front of Kazuma’s gravestone, taking care not to let the ends of her sleeves graze the dirt. “But I can do this, at the very least.”

As Susato laid down the fresh flowers she’d brought with her, Kazuma leaned over to whisper exaggeratedly in Haori’s ear. “I do hope she brings you flowers as often as she brings them to me.” Haori and Ryunosuke snickered; Susato, on the other hand, looked just about ready to bury Kazuma herself.

“I could tell Naruhodo-san every last thing you said about him when you first met, Kazuma-sama,” Susato suggested, straightening up so she could smooth out the front of her hakama. “Especially the parts you’d rather he not hear.”

Ryunosuke frowned. “I can’t imagine Kazuma being embarrassed by - ”

“You wouldn’t,” Kazuma hissed between clenched teeth, eyes narrowing.

Susato looked almost smug as she looped her arm through Ryunosuke’s once more, pulling him along with a gentle, but firm tug. “Shall we go?” she said, smiling innocently. “Like Naruhodo-san said, we don’t want to miss the rest of Tanabata.”

Kazuma’s mouth twitched. “...after you.”

“Should we be worried?” Haori whispered to Ryunosuke, just before she accepted Kazuma’s proffered arm. Susato unceremoniously yanked Ryunosuke away before he could answer, practically dragging him all the way back down the hill. Sighing, Haori trailed after them with Kazuma still seething silently by her side.

It wasn’t long before they were back in the heart of their hometown, where the streets were filled with festival-goers and stalls selling food and other wares, the air filled with the distinctive scents and discordant sounds of Tanabata. Every single one of their senses were instantly overwhelmed, what with the loud music and noisy crowds, colorful decorations and abundance of paper lanterns, and the rich smells of kabayaki and tonkatsu everywhere. Kazuma had to reach out and catch Ryunosuke by the arm before they could be separated by the rush of people.

Ryunosuke turned briefly to look at him. “Kazuma?”

“Just making sure we don't lose each other,” Kazuma said, tangling their fingers together. “Now let’s go find some food before you get the urge to eat those wilted flowers Susato-san took with her.”

“I can still hear you, Kazuma-sama,” Susato called over her shoulder.

The four of them eventually managed to find somewhere rather cozy to eat in peace, keeping a good distance from the crowds so they could have a conversation without shouting over one another. Kazuma had finally convinced Ryunosuke to share his food, reminding him it would be the best way to get more variety between the two of them. Susato and Haori, on the other hand, had already decided to evenly split everything.

“My feet hurt; I think my shoes are too tight,” Haori groaned, reaching down to loosen the laces of her boots. Susato gave her a sympathetic pat on the leg before refilling her tea. “Oh, but this could be the perfect opportunity for all of us to go shopping for new clothes before the seasons change!”

“Good luck convincing Ryunosuke that he needs new clothes - he practically wore nothing but his Yumei uniform during the entirety of his stay in Great Britain,” Kazuma teased, affectionately ruffling his partner’s hair. “But I could definitely use a new coat, maybe a scarf. What do you think, Ryu?” Ryunosuke merely shrugged, unable to respond through his mouthful of rice.

“Haori and I will also need to make preparations for our trip next month,” Susato added. “So if you’re not too busy, Kazuma-sama, maybe next weekend?”

“Your trip?” Then, Kazuma nodded slowly in recognition. “Ah, right. The two of you are accompanying Professor Mikotoba on his tour of Japan’s universities to see their respective faculties of medicine, aren’t you?”

Haori nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll be assisting him with his lectures and demonstrations, yes. Susato decided to come with us so she could spend some quality time with her father - and with me as well.” She then squeezed Ryunosuke’s arm. “I hope you won’t be too bored without us, Naruhodo-san. Or too busy, for that matter, since you’ll be the only defense attorney at your office.”

“Yes, I’ll have to tell people that my cousin Ryutaro went to look after our sick grandfather or something,” Ryunosuke hummed, thinking. “Or maybe I’ll just close up shop for a little while so Kazuma and I can go on a trip of our own.”

“As much as I’d like that, the backlog of cases I have to deal with is too big to ignore,” Kazuma said with an apologetic grimace. “Ever since Prosecutor Auchi went on an...extended vacation, let’s call it - well, you already know. I’ve barely been home long enough to see you.”

“All the more reason for us to take a nice long break once you can,” Ryunosuke suggested. “In fact, all four of us have been working non-stop since we returned to Japan. Perhaps after Susato-san and Haori-san come back, we should spend a few weeks at a faraway onsen or something so we can really relax.”

“Ooh, that sounds lovely!” Haori breathed, her eyes wide. “Though...can we really afford to be away for that long? I’ve been spending a lot of my savings on books lately, so...maybe I should start selling them so I can save up again!”

“Please don’t do that, Haori,” Susato said with a soft laugh. “If it comes down to it, I’ll pay for a portion of your expenses. And Naruhodo-san, that really does sound like a wonderful idea. Do you think you and Kazuma-sama could start planning for it while we’re away?”

“And by ‘you and Kazuma-sama’, I suspect you mostly mean just me,” Kazuma said dryly, smirking when Ryunosuke flicked a few rice grains at his face in protest. “But we’d be happy to, Susato-san.” He then got to his feet, stretching luxuriously. “Not to rush you all while you’re still eating, but we probably should get going soon if we want to partake in the rest of the festival before it gets dark.”

Once Susato and Haori finished their food and Kazuma promised Ryunosuke they’d go looking for dango later, they went on their way, navigating the busy streets and tripping over one another’s feet until they finally reached town square. Naturally, it was the most crowded place of all, with what felt like the entire country’s population surrounding them, boxing them in, and what felt like an entire forest’s worth of bamboo trees lining the sidewalks, colorful tanzaku fluttering gently in the early evening breeze. Ryunosuke and Haori found themselves constantly distracted by all the little trinkets and wares that were being offered for sale in every which direction; Susato had to constantly yank both of them back by the necks of their kimonos before they ended up spending all of the money they were now meant to save.

“You two are hopeless,” Susato sighed, shaking her head as she passed out their tanzaku. Haori offered her a sheepish grin and a brief peck on the cheek once she’d made sure no one was looking. “I suppose it’s no mystery why I’m the one in charge of office expenses. If it were up to you, Naruhodo-san, we’d be eating out every day and buying new plants for our office every week.”

“...I’m not that self-indulgent, Susato-san,” Ryunosuke groaned, slouching defeatedly. “Anyway, it’s about time we finally write our wishes. Have you all decided what you’re going to put?”

“I would always write something about love and friendship ever since I was a little girl,” Haori confessed, her cheeks rosy with mild embarrassment. “But now that I have all of that...I don’t know; wishing for good health always seems so...so normal. And boring. And uninspiring!” She turned to consult Susato, only to find that she’d already finished writing hers - in her perfect handwriting, of course.

“My wish is to share unforgettable memories and experiences with the people I love,” Susato stated solemnly; she then smiled. “Along with my father’s lecture tour and our onsen trip, I’m very much looking forward to visiting London again, hopefully in the near future. I know we were just there six months ago, but still...I do miss Mr Holmes, Iris, and Gina terribly. Exchanging letters just doesn’t feel the same.”

“Agreed,” Ryunosuke said, nodding wistfully. “What about you, Kazuma? It looks like you’re done as well.”

“Mine’s a bit like Susato-san’s, only even more cliché,” Kazuma replied, holding his tanzaku up with a flourish. “Longevity, or to be specific...to grow old with the one that I love.”

Ryunosuke’s face immediately softened; Susato and Haori audibly cooed in admiration. “Oh, how romantic!” Susato exclaimed, clasping her hands together with joy. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so sensitive, Kazuma-sama.”

“Have you moved on from making fun of Ryunosuke to making fun of me now?” Kazuma teased, lightly nudging her before loosely draping his arm around Ryunosuke’s shoulders. Unlike Haori, he didn’t bother looking around before kissing Ryunosuke on the forehead. “Don’t think I haven’t forgotten your threat from earlier; you better not tell him anything.”

“What on earth were you saying about me to Susato-san when we first met?” Ryunosuke said, half-amazed, half-afraid. Kazuma merely shook his head, then gestured towards Ryunosuke’s tanzaku, motioning for him to read his wish for everyone to hear. “Oh, er, mine’s nothing special. It’s the same thing I put every year - good fortune and good food.” Kazuma and Susato groaned in unison while Haori nodded along in overenthusiastic agreement.

“You’re so predictable, Ryu,” Kazuma sighed, now wrapping his arms around Ryunosuke’s waist from behind, his chin dropping to rest on his shoulder. “But I can’t say I don’t like that about you, that��s for certain.”

“Have you decided on yours, Haori-san?” Ryunosuke asked, patting Kazuma’s clasped hands. “I think wishing for good health is perfectly fine; people often underestimate the importance of good health until they get sick, if you ask me.”

“You’ve actually inspired me, Naruhodo-san,” Haori replied with a mischievous giggle. “Good health, good fortune, good food - and a cat!”

“It seems like our recent visit with Soseki-san has inspired you as well,” Susato commented, chuckling. “Now that we’re all done, we should hang these up. Kazuma-sama, if you wouldn’t mind?”

“I’m not as tall as you think, but if you say so,” Kazuma shrugged, carefully taking everyone’s tanzaku and hanging them on the highest possible bamboo tree branches he could reach. They took a moment to step back and admire their handiwork, with Haori taking a few photographs with the camera she’d brought with her, before the four of them slipped out of town square once more, away from the bustling crowds. “Where to next, then?”

“I thought we’d take a walk along the river before returning home,” Susato suggested, reaching for Ryunosuke’s outstretched arm while Haori took Kazuma’s. “There shouldn’t be too many people there at this time of night, so we can talk a little more...freely.”

Ryunosuke smiled bittersweetly, knowing exactly what she meant. “Please, Susato-san, lead the way.”

Once they were on the outskirts of town entirely, the four of them were happy to find that Susato was right; the riverbank was relatively quiet, though some families were also out and about on an evening stroll, with young children laughing and playing by the water and sending paper lanterns floating down the river. Ryunosuke found himself mulling over a rather unexpected question he was afraid to voice out loud as he walked, his fingers loosely tangled with Kazuma’s. In front of them, Susato and Haori were arm-in-arm once more, Haori’s head on Susato’s shoulder while they talked about nothing in particular.

“You’re unusually quiet,” Kazuma commented, affectionately knocking his hip against Ryunosuke’s. “Is something wrong?”

“Longevity,” Ryunosuke said before he could stop himself. “Er, well...I-I suppose I was just thinking about your wish, and how we’d only just gone to see your grave earlier...it’s silly, but I guess I was wondering if they were related somehow.”

“...oh.” Kazuma swallowed thickly, averting his gaze. “Let’s just say...more than I’d like to admit. I might’ve found it funny at the time, but it still reminded me of the fact that I came very close to dying before I could fulfill my life’s mission. Before I could do the things I’d been desperately hoping to do.”

Ryunosuke squeezed his hand just a little bit tighter. “I don’t like thinking about what happened or what could’ve happened, either. I...sometimes, when you’re working late and haven’t yet come to bed, I find myself worrying about you all over again, thinking something must’ve gone wrong, how you must’ve gotten hurt or worse and I just have to go and check on you, and then - a-and then you come into the room before I can. You always look exhausted, but otherwise completely fine, and I...it’s silly, I know.”

“Not at all,” Kazuma insisted, smiling faintly. “But at least I now understand why you keep tackling me to the ground before bed. I just assumed you were wanting something else entirely.”

Ryunosuke rolled his eyes. “I’m serious, Kazuma. It’s like when Susato-san goes out of town with her father sometimes, and they come back a day late because of bad weather or a scheduling delay, and I just...I can’t help but feel nervous every time. I used to think nothing of people being late, but now, after spending so much time thinking and talking about how people have lost their lives or lost each other...” He trailed off, shuddering.

Kazuma came to a halt, reaching for Ryunosuke’s other hand so he could pull him close, so they would be standing toe-to-toe. “There isn’t much I can say or do to comfort you, I’m afraid,” he said quietly. “I still have memories of the time in which I didn’t have any memories, and it...it scares me. To think of how little I had to anchor myself during that time, aside from that voice in my head. And when you work late, or you’re out late with friends, I can’t say I don’t experience similar fears as well. That I might wake up and find out this newly perfect life of mine was all just a dream...or find out that something bad happened to you, and that I’m now living a nightmare.”

“Kazuma,” Ryunosuke murmured; his heart ached for him.

“But...I mean it, Ryunosuke.” Kazuma lowered his head, resting his temples against Ryunosuke’s, their clasped hands in the small space between them. “All our worries aside, I’d love nothing more than for us to grow old together. To be with you, to celebrate these sort of things with you every year.”

“I’d love nothing more, too,” Ryunosuke said softly, his expression relaxing. He took a quick, cursory glance at their surroundings, then leaned in to kiss Kazuma, his fingers tangled in the folds of his kimono. Kazuma wrapped his arms around Ryunosuke’s shoulders, pulling him in close. “And I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Kazuma mumbled against Ryunosuke’s lips, sighing happily. Eventually, he pulled away, his mouth twisting into a sudden frown. “Wait, I’ve only just realized - weren’t we supposed to get dango?”

Ryunosuke’s eyes widened. “Wait, you’re right! But it’s too late, isn’t it?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” Kazuma said, tenderly cradling Ryunosuke’s jaw in one hand before leaning back in once more. “We have time.”

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a/n: Welcome to my sixth entry for Asoryuu Week 2021! Part of me wanted to dive a little deeper into Kazuma's angst, not to mention Ryunosuke and Susato's angst, but I also wanted this to feel more celebratory and slice-of-life and bittersweet, rather than just plain ol' bitter. Also, as I write more and more Asoryuu/Susahao, I kind of want Ryunosuke and Haori to be chaotic besties with poor impulse control. I'll definitely have to explore that sometime in the future!

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Likes and reblogs would be much appreciated, and I hope you're all safe and healthy and doing well ❤️

#asoryuu #asoryuu week 2021 #ace attorney #asoryuu fic #dai gyakuten saiban #the great ace attorney #ace attorney spoilers #dgs spoilers #tgaa spoilers #tgaac spoilers #myfic #long post #definitely gonna write more asoryuu/susahao adventures in japan in the future #i want ryu and haori to be chaotic besties

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hughiecampbelle · 4 years ago

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Peaky Blinders Preference: Being A Youger/New Blinder Calling Them Mom/Dad

Thomas is caught off guard, but he's had a lot of practice masking his emotions. He doesn't say anything about it, doesn't even react, at first you're not even sure he caught you. You count your lucky stars he didn't, wanting to move on as quickly as possible. He doesn't speak of it for a while. Then, when you're alone, he cracks, a smile you find hard to recognize spreading across as he laughs at you. Here he is, your big scary gangster boss, who is feared by many, giggling like a child. You can feel your face burning, and you try to explain yourself, but he doesn't want to hear it. He knows it was a funny mistake, an accident, a force of habit. But, being both an older brother and the one in charge, he feels obliged to pick on you a little. He keeps it between you, thankfully, but you know he'll never forget about it, nor let you live it down.

Arthur is initially shocked. Really, he's completely caught off guard. It takes a minute for it to click, and a minute for you to realize what you'd just said, completely mortified. You try to backtrack, to fixit, but you know Arthur has already ran with it. You get the jokes, the mocking, the laughter and humiliation. You swear you see a tear run down his cheek as he giggles to himself, hunched over, trying to catch his breath. As an oldest sibling in his family, he picks on his siblings, finding their embarassing moments absolutely hilarious. You might not be a Shelby, but you're a Blinder, and that's close enough. It doesn't matter how long it's been, or how unfunny you might think it is, he never grows tired of it. Everyone's heard how you called him Dad one time. You made sure never to say it again, not wanting to add fuel to the flames.

John doesn't even bat an eye. The name goes right over his head. He doesn't stop what he's doing, he doesn't look up, he merely sends you off as if nothing happened, drowning in his own work, not wanting to be distracted any longer. Outnumbered by his own gang of kids, he hears Dad more times than he count, especially when they're all saying it at once. Whining, or fighting with one another, after they've broken or spilled something. It's not an out of place thing for him to hear. Doesn't matter who's voice it is that's saying it, too. The family even tested it out, all of them calling him that through out the day in various pitches and tones. He even responded when Arthur said it doing his best extea-deep voice. You're grateful it doesn't turn into a joke or something he catches. You're embarassed enough, you don't need anyone else adding on to it. You slip up a few times, out of habit, but like the first time, he waves it off.

Ada rolls her eyes, moving on without another word. She's used to not being taken as seriously as her brothers, especially when it comes to Blinder business. Newbies are just the same, regardless of how much time they've spent on the job. Anytime she's giving the orders, it's never taken as seriously, often involving eye rolls and whispers, commenting on how they should go find their "real" bosses. When questioned by anyone else, they deny until their faces are blue. Many learn fadt not to do so, and not because they're scared of the boys, but because they're scared of facing angry Ada. A lot of Blinders slip up because they're not used to being told what to do by a woman. It's uncommon. She doesn't want to acknowledge it any further, knowing the jokes/mocking between the older ones who haven't learned their lesson yet will only worsen.

Finn tries to come back at you with a joke or a name. You called him that out of annoyance, accompanied by an eye roll or a jab to his side, something to show how eone you were with him and his superiority complex. You were new to the Blinders gang, but you weren't stupid and you weren't naive. There's a reason you were let in. Infact, sometimes you thought you were better at it than him, despite your short time working within it. Finn thought those were the same things, though. He gets an ego about a lot of things, especially when he's put in charge of you. He bosses you around like a little kid, using you more as an intern than a partner, despite being so close in age, often rewording the instructions you were given in simpler terms so you'd understand. You call him Dad to annoy him, but now it's become a part of your vocabulary, you don't even catch yourself doing it sometimes. At this point, neither does he.

Michael stops dead in his tracks. He can't help the face he makes, one of shock and a little bit of embarrassment. It's just not something he's used to hearing, or expecting to hear, especially not by a Blinder. He's been called a lot of names, a lot, most of them negative or crude, but never Dad. You didn't even realize. You were just taking orders, being told what to do, and as you walked out of the shop, you let it slip, the same way you often said "I love you" as you were hanging up the phone even to strangers. You booked it, realizing what you said, leaving him to deal with the jokes and mocking from his family. He's not sure how to bring it up. Michael isn't flustered often, nor is he stunned, but this really caught him off guard. He doesn't say anything about it, but you're extra careful about what you say around him, and avoid him for a few days after.

Polly has heard it just about a million times, especially from new, young Blinders. There's a running joke when you join them you automatically get another mother. Not only does she take care of business, but you'll get a lecture about a crooked cap or an untucked shirt, about saying please and thank you, no elbows on the table, even dating advice when you need it. At first, the name would have hurt her. She never let it show, but it was a reminder of her past, her mistakes, losing her children. Now, though, after so many slip ups, she almost expects it at one point or another with newbies. You apologize profusely, totalky embarassed, but she waves it off with an endearing smile and a head shake. In a way, she does see all of you as her kids. Stupid, reckless, impulsive, just like her own. In need of direction, of someone, most of the time her, to tell you to get your head on straight and make the right decisions.

Alfie just gives up. With a sigh and a shake of the head, he moves on without another word. You're helping him on a job with a couple other Blinders. He doesn't mind having to work with the new Blinders, doesn't even mind the young ones who look ten years younger than they are, but being called Dad at least once on the job is becoming more and more normal. Unfortunately. By the time you join, and slip up, all he does is shrug it off. He doesn't bring it up, he doesn't even act like he heard you. You know it's unprofessional, and that Alfie has a lot of people afraid of him for a reason, so you try to apologize. He doesn't mind though, explaining he knows it's a mistake and that it happens more often than you'd think. You're still embarassed, watching what you say, but you definitely say it a few more times. The jokes, the perspective, the way he acts, Alfie does and says everything every embarassing, out of date dad does.

#preference #headcanon #peaky blinders #peaky blinders preference #peaky blinders headcanon #thomas shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #ada shelby #finn shelby #michael gray #polly gray #alfie solomons #ennasfavorites

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shera-dnd · 4 years ago

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Cupid’s Kiss

Took me way longer than expected curse the whims of my mental health but the winner of this month’s 3k fic poll is finally here!

In which Carmen and Julia have a lovely totally not date in Paris while in search for two thieves who are certainly also not having a date

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NOW ON WITH THE FIC

Carmen Sandiego was the best at her job. She had bested trained assassins and killer robots, evaded the world’s most advanced detective agency, and destroyed the largest criminal organization. All in her early twenties.

Yet there was one task she was not prepared to face. One that escaped her skills, both martial and technical. One that she had failed to plan around. One that existed entirely beyond the range of her skills. A foe that she could not beat.

“Come on, Carm,” Zack called, “it can’t be that hard. If even Ivy could score with the girls, you can do it too.”

“Even Ivy?!” His sister replied, furious, “I’ve been with more girls than you, jackass.”

“Guys, guys!” Carmen interrupted, “you’re not helping.”

Mentioning her interest in spending more time with Julia Argent had been the biggest mistake she had made in weeks. This was supposed to be a peaceful day at their old home base, but now here she was.

Her friends were trying so hard to help her and she couldn’t even be mad at how poorly they were doing, because she knew she wouldn’t fare much better were the roles reversed.

“Sorry,” the siblings replied in unison.

“I appreciate the support,” she assured them, “but I’m not trying to ‘score’ with anyone. I just wanna get to know Jules a little better.”

“So this is not a date?” Ivy asked.

“No!” She replied, a little too quickly, “me and Jules aren’t like that. She’s more of a… professional acquaintance. A coworker.”

“Carm,” Zack replied, “we’re coworkers and you’ve never had a bouquet of roses delivered to my door.”

“It was just a thank you for handling all those precious artifacts for me,” she explained, “she’s a hard worker, she deserved it.”

“Sure,” Ivy nodded, unconvinced, “is that why you take time to chat over coffee with her every other caper?”

“Not every moment of our lives has to be a chase, you know?” she countered.

“Or why you keep finding excuses to dance with her?”

“It’s the easiest way to speak privately at those parties without garnering unwanted attention,” she recited as if from a textbook.

“Or why-”

“Cease this!” Shadowsan’s stern voice commanded and the siblings fell silent, “VILE has trained her to never cave under interrogation. You’ll have a better chance extracting information from a rock.”

Carmen smirked at them, proud to have her skills of deflection recognized.

“Do not be so full of yourself,” he added, making Carmen flinch just a bit, “I have taught those lessons for years and I know how to see through them.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she deflected, looking away.

He walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder with uncharacteristic gentleness.

“I have seen the happiness Miss Argent brings you,” he said, “and I wish you the best of luck should you wish to pursue it.”

That meant a lot to Carmen. More than she could really express in words. But after she had been so thoroughly embarrassed by her friends, all she could really say was,

“Not you too.”

She looked up at the smirking siblings and braced herself...

“Hey, Red,” Player’s voice called, just in the nick of time.

“Player!” She jumped to attention and grabbed the laptop from their desk.

“Woah!” he exclaimed, “everything okay, Red?”

Zack and Ivy snickered as they sat by each side of her, so they could see Player.

“I think Carm would rather you sent her on a crazy chase instead of sitting here talking about her crush on Jules,” Ivy teased.

“Well it looks like you might get to do both,” Player replied, to Carmen’s dismay, “look who our cameras just found walking around Paris.”

The screen cut to a video feed of one of ACME’s hidden cameras over the streets of Paris. None of the people on camera seemed particularly conspicuous… until a particular pair walked on screen. Even without their costumes Carmen could always recognize them.

“Tigress and Paper Star,” she noted, “those two can’t be up to any good.”

“Looks like we’ll be going to Paris, eh Carm?” Ivy commented as she playfully nudged her side.

“City of love,” Zack added as he joined the nudging.

Carmen groaned. This was gonna be a rough mission.

Chase had grown a lot over the past few months. His deductive reasoning had vastly improved, his mood was far more amenable, and he actually stopped to listen to Julia nowadays. What hadn’t really improved with time was his overall clumsiness.

“Miss Argent, I’ll be fine,” his insistence was interrupted by a powerful sneeze, “This is nothing.”

“Agent Devineaux, please,” she pleaded, “you’re in no state to continue this investigation.”

Devineaux had landed himself into his fair share of rivers over the months he had worked for ACME, and it seemed that so many cold baths had finally caught up to his health. Not that he would ever admit to that.

“Nonsense,” he claimed, “I’ll be back in perfect shape by the time we land in Paris.”

The sneeze that followed said otherwise.

“Chase, please,” she asked again, “rest. I can handle this.”

“I refuse to send my partner on a mission by herself.”

“As sweet as your concern is,” she countered, “I doubt I’ll be by myself for long.”

“Ah yes, I’m sure La Femme Rouge will make for good company,” he agreed and she was glad he did, but it sounded like there was more to his words. “Were you anyone else I’d worry this was all a ploy to have some private time with Miss Sandiego.”

She shot him an unamused glare.

“Apologies,” he said almost immediately.

“Accepted,” she sighed, “but I do not appreciate any insinuations as to the nature of me and Miss Sandiego’s relationship. We’re good friends, nothing more.”

“Of course,” he nodded, but Julia could tell he had more to say.

Truly his detective skills have improved considerably as of late. It had become harder and harder for Julia to pass her excitement for those missions as simple passion for her work. Not when she had abandoned that work as soon as it conflicted with her passion for… something else.

Chase was her friend and she knew he’d understand her feelings for Carmen. She was also sure he’d do his best to keep it a secret until she was confident enough to bring these things to light. She trusted him and she didn’t fear anything of the sorts.

What she did fear was Chase trying to wingman for her. Just the thought was enough to fill her with dread. Enough dread to keep her mouth shut about her feelings in the vicinity of Agent Devineaux. Even if it felt bad to hide this from her friend.

Thankfully the Chief chose that exact moment to call her to give her updated information on their targets.

Now she could just shut off all these awkward feelings and focus on her work.

The Louvre had been an obvious target. The world’s most famous museum, home to thousands of priceless works of art, including the Mona Lisa itself. It was so obvious in fact that VILE had never bothered to consider it.

But VILE was gone now and its escaped students no longer had any faculty to dissuade them from this target.

That’s why Carmen now walked its halls, diligently searching for any security flaws that could be exploited and any sign of the two master thieves on the loose.

She still took time to appreciate the art of course. This was the most famous museum in the world for a reason and she wasn’t gonna let this unique opportunity escape her, even with the evil duo to watch for.

Carmen had her attention split in every possible direction, her mind juggling its many tasks as she wandered hall after hall. Until, that is, she found something that pulled her focus into one singular point.

A shorter woman in a nice fitted suit, standing before one of the statues.

“Jules,” she greeted as she walked up behind her.

“Miss Sandiego,” Julia smiled as she greeted her, utterly unsurprised. She must have been expecting her, “it’s nice to see you here.”

“It’s nice seeing you too,” she replied, “and we went over this before, Carmen is just fine.”

“Carmen,” she said, in a way that warmed Carmen’s heart, “I take it you’ve been enjoying your time in Paris.”

“Hard to go sightseeing while I’ve got work to do, but I’m making do,” she shrugged, “how about you? What caught your attention today?”

Julia turned back to the statue she had been appreciating until then, “Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss.”

Carmen smirked, it was her time to shine.

“Sculpted by Antonio Canova, commissioned by welsh art-collector John Campbell in 1787,” she recited from memory, “its prime version was acquired by the Louvre in 1824 after the death of its previous owner, Joachim Murat.”

“Very impressive,” Julia praised, “I wish my students put half as much time as you do into their research.”

“I’m just good at memorizing trivia,” Carmen shrugged, trying to hide her pride at earning that praise, “I’m sure you know so much more than me on the subject.”

Boy was Carmen right about that. That seemed to have been the cue to send Julia into a long lecture about the neoclassical and romantic periods, as well as an analysis of the sculpture’s mythological origins and the many interpretations of the myth.

Many people would probably find this amount of information unspeakably tedious. But for Carmen, who was always hungry to learn about the world around her (and could never get tired of Jules speaking so enthusiastically,) it was exciting and endearing.

Carmen had realized then that she wanted nothing more than to spend her every waking hour listening to Julia talk on and on about anything she wanted, as long as it was passionate like this. Maybe someday soon.

Right now they had the whole rest of the Louvre to scout.

“Alright, alright, victory is yours,” Carmen playfully interrupted, “I guess you really are the biggest history nerd here.”

“Oh I’m sorry, it seems I got a bit carried away,” Julia cringed in shame. Damn it Sandiego! “I didn’t mean to bore you.”

“You couldn’t bore me if you tried,” Carmen assured her as she placed a hand on her arm, “I mean it. It’s nice hearing you talk.”

“Unfortunately I no longer teach,” she replied, “otherwise I would have given you an open invitation to any of my classes.”

“Well, how about you show me around the place?” she suggested, “we can call this a private lesson.”

At that Julia smiled again, “then I hope your memory is as good as you say it is, Carmen Sandiego, because I’ll be quizzing you at the end of the tour.”

They both laughed as Julia led them along to the next art piece in what was clearly a meticulously planned tour of the museum. Jules kept her teacher face on for all of her little lectures, but as they walked from room to room it felt so simple and casual.

For once Carmen felt like there was no rush and that she could just enjoy her time with someone she cared about. Maybe that was the moment. Her chance to make something out of this and let Julia know how she felt.

“Hey, Jules,” she called, walking a little closer to her.

“Yes?” Julia turned to look at her, she seemed surprised by the sudden closeness, but did not move away from her.

Carmen decided to take that as a good sign.

“This has been really nice, you know?” she tried, her usual confidence failing her, “just spending time with you like this.”

“I guess it was,” she replied with- Wait, was that a blush? No, that had to be wishful thinking.

“Yeah,” she agreed, awkwardly scratching the back of her neck, “and I just feel like-”

It was then that she was rudely reminded of what she was here to do.

“-you have got to be kidding me!”

“What?” Julia jumped a little in surprise.

“5 o’clock, behind you,” Carmen instructed.

She turned to look and there they were. Tall, blonde and scheming, and short, monochromatic and homicidal. The two thieves they were here to catch. Two thieves that had also noticed them.

They both smirked at them for a moment, before Paper Star whispered something into Tigress’s ear and they both bolted in separate directions.

“I go for Tigress, you go for Paper Star,” Carmen ordered as she bolted after her target.

Tigress was the fastest of the two, and the one most likely to pull dirty tricks on them. Unfortunately for her, Carmen was well-versed in all of those tricks, and of course had all her equipment on her. It’s amazing how much she could hide in just a red hoodie.

Soon Tigress had led the both of them out of the main building, ready to make a run for it and disappear into the city. Her mistake though, was going somewhere Carmen could use her grappling hook without worrying about damaging priceless works of art.

She swung after her, quickly closing the distance and knocking her down with a kick to the stomach. Tigress groaned as she forced herself back up, but instead of running again or getting ready to fight Carmen, she simply shouted.

“Come on!”

“Done running around?” Carmen taunted.

“Yeah yeah whatever,” she replied. Well that was unusual, “did you girlfriend catch Paper Star already?”

“What!?” She nearly jumped in surprise, “She’s not- we’re not- that doesn’t matter! You’re going to jail, for good this time.”

“For what?” she replied.

“Trying to steal from the Louvre!”

“Ah yes, because that’s the only reason we’d be enjoying some time together in the city of love,” she mocked and rolled her eyes.

Was she implying what she thought she was implying?

“Aww, babe,” a voice above them called. Paper Star leaned out of a nearby window and openly teased her partner in crime.

Babe?

“She caught you already?” she continued

Tigress groaned again, “not my fault you got easy mode.”

Paper Star jumped down and casually hooked her arms around Tigress’s neck.

“Well I’ve won,” she declared, “now where’s my prize?”

The last thing Carmen expected was for the two of them to kiss right there in front of her, and yet that was exactly what they did.

“I did not need to see that!” She complained.

“You were the one who interrupted our date!” Tigress complained back.

“Do you seriously want me to believe that you two were just spending the evening together in the Louvre as a date?”

“Was that not what you and your little agent were doing too?” Paper Star teased.

Carmen’s reflex was to say no, but… was that what they were doing? They had been walking around, sightseeing, talking and laughing and enjoying each other’s company and- oh god Carmen almost confessed to her back there.

This was her chance to have a proper date with Jules and it got ruined right at the finish line because of a mission that didn’t even exist in the first place!

She would have time to figure all of this out later, right now she had a job to do and two smug assholes to put in their place. Thankfully she already knew just how to do that.

“You’re right, it was very rude of me to interrupt your romantic evening,” Carmen raised her hands in surrender and backed away, “how about you two get back to what you were doing and I can arrest you both tomorrow?”

“What?” Tigress challenged, “no romantic chase over the rooftops of Paris?”

“I’m sure your girlfriend would love that,” Paper Star added.

“Actually I think Julia would rather just have you behind bars,” she shrugged.

Right on cue the ACME’s blue sleep gas finally reached the both of them, making them both drop on the spot. It was kinda cute how they were put to sleep still holding each other. Carmen almost felt bad for arresting them. Almost.

She pulled her grappling hook again and launched herself through the open window above, landing right next to a very proud Julia Argent.

“Two for one,” Carmen praised, “at this rate, pretty soon you won’t be needing my help anymore.”

“I appreciate the compliment, but I had my partner down there to keep them in place,” Julia replied playfully. Carmen’s heart skipped a beat at the word ‘partner’, even though she knew she meant it as coworkers.

“Always happy to play distraction for you, Jules,” she played along.

Taking another step forward, Carmen felt her sense of balance completely leave her as she accidentally inhaled some sleep gas fumes.

She tumbled forward, but before she hit the ground she felt Julia’s arms holding her up. It took her a second to shake away the effects of the gas, and another second to process the position they were in. How Julia was holding her like she had just dipped her in a dance.

For a moment they froze, staring into each other’s eyes as they held onto each other, until finally Julia helped her up again.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Julia apologized as she tried to fix up Carmen’s scuffed clothes.

“It’s fine,” Carmen assured her, “I should’ve been more careful around the sleep gas.”

Still Julia fussed over her, readjusting Carmen’s hoodie as she muttered a few more apologies. It took her a moment to notice just how close they were both standing now. The realization made her jump back a bit on reflex, but still she remained considerably close to Carmen.

She took a moment to collect herself before finally asking, “so uh- you had something you wanted to tell me?”

Carmen sighed in relief. Good to know those two hadn’t completely destroyed her chances.

“I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed our time together today,” she admitted, “before we got interrupted that is.”

Julia gave her a genuine smile that made her heart stop, “I enjoyed our time too. It’s nice to be able to talk about these things outside of work.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, feeling her confidence return bit by bit, “wanna do that again sometime? Maybe over some coffee.”

Jules seemed surprised at first as she caught on to what Carmen meant, but that expression was quickly replaced by a playful smile.

“Carmen Sandiego,” she called, “are you asking me out on a date?”

“Nothing escapes ACME’s best detective,” she joked, “I guess I am.”

“Then I’ll have to ask you to wait a little for my answer,” she asked.

Carmen opened her mouth to say that she was more than fine with waiting however long she needed, but she was frozen mid motion when Julia’s lips met her own. A quick, sweet little peck.

“I want to finish our first before we plan the second.”

#carmen sandiego #julia argent #carulia #julesthief #fanfic

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cutie1365 · 4 years ago

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Hello Detective Chapter 72

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Had a spark of inspiration after some funny comments on my Wattpad version of this story. See the power of feedback for writers lol.

Any and all feedback is appreciated and encouraged!

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You walked around the empty flat, waiting for Sherlock and John to return from the hospital. Mycroft was calling for backup to do a drug sweep due to his recent relapse. The place was quiet, eerily so. You hadn’t walked these halls for weeks, but it felt as if years had worn them down, turning them dark and lifeless. Nothing like the flat you knew. Nothing like your home. It’s like in their bones they sensed your absence. They revolted against it. You glanced towards the closed bedroom door, not being able to bring yourself to open it. You missed him too much for that. The memories you’d made in that room would be too much to face now. Now you had to hold your mask high, you had to play your role and not become distracted.

Downstairs you heard the creak of the door slowly opening and prepared yourself for the confrontation. It was never pretty when Sherlock and Mycroft went at it.

Mycroft was sitting at the bottom of the steps anticipating their arrival. You waited at the landing, not quite stepping into the light yet, using your last few moments to compose yourself for the inevitable argument.

“Well then Sherlock, back on the sauce?” Mycroft spoke immediately as they entered the room, hoping to employ the element of surprise. But of course Sherlock was expecting him. He’d straightened the knocker, of course Sherlock would notice.

“What are you doing here?” Sherlock rolled his eyes, not in the mood for another insignificant lecture.

“I phoned him.” John admitted.

“The siren call of old habits.” Mycroft muttered disapprovingly.

“Old?” You raised a brow, taking a few steps down into the light. Mycroft turned to look at you, concern flashed across his face. He acted like Sherlock ever stopped using, but you knew better.

“You phoned him?” Sherlock asked John again, who wasn’t in the mood.

“Course I bloody phoned him.” John said, exasperated. Did he forget he just pulled him from a drug den? Of course he was bloody concerned.

“And her?” Sherlock asked, with malice in his voice, directed straight at you.

“Oh I’m here against my will, don’t worry I’d never come here voluntarily.” You retorted.

Sherlock opened his mouth to speak, but Mycroft changed the subject before he got a chance. He was too tired to deal with the two of you at eachothers throats.

“Now save me a little time. Where should we be looking?” Mycroft asked.

“We?” Sherlock asked, raising his brow.

“Mr Holmes?” The voice of Anderson echoed from upstairs.

The look of simultaneous anger and surprise on Sherlock’s face caused you to laugh.

“Oh I take it back, this is going to be fun.” You chuckled darkly. This is just what you needed. A good old Sherlock-Anderson standoff like the good old days. God things were simpler back then, even with the homicidal maniac who tried to blow you up.

“For God’s sake!” Sherlock called up to Anderson, pushing past you and Mycroft while making his way up the stairs. The three of you followed in tow.

“Anderson?” Sherlock asked annoyed and exasperated, hoping that he’d misidentified the voice, only for it to be confirmed.

“Sorry Sherlock, it’s for your own good.” Anderson apologized as the rest of you filed into the flat. He stood next to who you assumed to be his new girlfriend, you recognized her from your trip to his apartment all those months ago.

“Oh, that’s him, isn’t it?” The girlfriend asked, “You said he’d be taller.”

She turned and muttered her last statement to Phillip, but you knew that would strike a cord with Sherlock. Just like the hat, it was a delicate subject.

As you suspected, Sherlock flipped up his hood, turned and curled up into his chair, literally folding his body into the fetal position and resting his entire body on the cushion. Frankly, you were surprised he fit.

“Some members of your little fan club, to be polite. They’re entirely trustworthy. Even willing to search through the toxic waste dump that you were pleased to call a flat.” Mycroft said, as John took a look around the place, no doubt noticing the stark change since his absence. You noticed his chair was gone too. “You’re a celebrity these days, Sherlock. You can’t afford a drug habit.”

“I do not have a drug habit.” Sherlock argued, and you scoffed.

“No, he’s a user, remember.” You retorted, and on that subject you didn’t have to act so disappointed.

“Hey, what happened to my chair?” John asked, looking down to the empty spot on the carpet.

“It was blocking my view to the kitchen.” He answered, but you knew that was a lie. More like ‘I missed my wife and the sight only reminded me of her absence’.

“What have you found so far? Clearly nothing.” Mycroft turned back to Anderson.

“There’s nothing to find.” Sherlock yelled from the living room, hoping to stop them from digging.

“Your bedroom door is shut, you haven’t been home all night,” Mycroft began to walk back towards the bedroom, and Sherlock’s head shot up. “So, why would a man who has never knowingly closed the door without the direct orders of his mother bother to do so on this occasion?”

“Okay, stop!” Sherlock yelled, jumping up as Mycroft’s hand neared the door handle. “Just stop!”

What was it he didn’t want anyone to see in there? John noticed his frantic behavior as well. The two of you shared a confused look, and then it hit you. You turned to Sherlock with a surprised look, and he knew you had figured it out. Oh god was she in there? Your face said it all. For a moment Sherlock’s eyes pleaded with you for forgiveness. For a moment the two of you shared an entire conversation through only two glances that quickly slipped away to not jeopardize the roles that you were both playing so well. Mycroft was right, Sherlock never shut the door unless the two of you were in there together.

“Point made.” Sherlock said, and you shook your head, putting your mask back on. They were expecting drugs, but you knew better. He didn’t want to put you through that, knowing he had to fake date another woman was one thing, but flaunting it in your face was another. And that was a line he would not cross. Charles was different, he was in on it, he knew you were married. Hell, you didn’t even know who he was fake dating. While Sherlock and Charles had never officially met the two sure knew a lot about the other.

“Jesus, Sherlock.” John said, shaking his head. Of course he’d think this was his fault partially. He should have checked up on him, he should have been here. Obviously he was taking him getting married and moving out a lot harder than he expected. Of course that wasn’t the whole story.

“I’ll have to phone our parents, of course, in Oklahoma. Won’t be the first time that your substance abuse has wreaked havoc with their line dancing.” Mycroft sighed. How these two boys came from those two parents, you’d never know.

“This is not what you think, this is for a case.” Sherlock explained, hoping Mycroft would understand.

“What case could possibly justify this?” Mycroft asked, and you were curious too.

You’d never pressed and you trusted him when he said it was important, but now, maybe you wanted to know. You could handle the anonymity when you were away from Sherlock but now that he was finally standing in front of you again you wanted to help. Your curiosity was getting the better of you.

“Magnussen” He spoke, and you swore you stopped breathing. “Charles Augustus Magnussen.”

You tried not to gasp but you may have let in a sharp breath that caused Mycroft to turn to you. He knew you were currently a part of the enquiry into him, so you really couldn’t get involved with anything Sherlock was about to say. Panic began to set in and it took every ounce of your MI6 training to not let it show on your face. This was what all this was about? Mycroft sighed and turned back to Anderson and his partner.

“That name you think you may have just heard, you were mistaken. If you ever mention hearing that name in this room, in this context, I guarantee you on behalf of the British Security Services that materials will be found on your computer hard drives resulting in your immediate incarceration. Don’t reply, just look frightened and scuttle.” Mycroft threatened, as Phillip and his girlfriend ran out of the room, closing the door.

Mycroft turned back to John, “I hope I won’t have to threaten you as well.”

“Well, I think we’d both find that embarrassing.” John deadpanned, causing Sherlock to laugh, he looked at you hoping to share in a quick smile. He was met with your unamused face, eyes still slightly wide as you fought to keep your breathing at a stable rate.

“This isn’t funny.” You said, one hundred percent serious. He furrowed his brows a bit. Normally you would have found that hilarious, but clearly something had changed. That wasn’t just a part of the act. That felt real.

“Magnussen is not your business.” Mycroft said to John.

“Oh you mean he’s yours.” Sherlock pointed to Mycroft. You could feel your throat tightening, you urged the feeling to go away. You could not show any signs of fear. Magnussen held your entire life in the balance, you couldn’t allow even a tiny slip up.

“You may consider him under my protection.” Mycroft said, you turned to him furrowing your brows for a moment. You didn’t know that, though it didn’t change much. You now had a face to the immunity power that Magnussen had.

“I consider you under his thumb.” Sherlock seethed. You moved your hands behind your back to hide them shaking. You tried to keep Sherlock away from your Magnussen mess and here he was smack dab in the middle of it.

“If you go against Magnussen, then you will find yourself going against me.” Mycroft said.

“And me.” Your voice wavered. If Sherlock attacks Magnussen there's nothing stopping him from releasing the information on you and your uncle. Your words shocked everyone in the room, even Mycroft. A quiver of a brow was all you got in response from Mycroft but you knew that wasn’t the end of the conversation.

“Okay, I’ll let you know if I notice.” Sherlock shot back. He began to walk towards the door.

“Erm... What was I going to say? Oh, yeah. Bye-bye.“ He opened the door and pointed out. Mycroft made his way towards it, as you followed.

“Unwise, brother mine.” Mycroft said, just having to get the last word. You were ready to roll your eyes before Sherlock jumped into action, surprising you. Sherlock grabbed Mycroft’s arm, twisted it behind his back and pinned him against the wall.

“Brother mine, don’t appall me when I’m high.” Sherlock seethed in his brother's ear, causing him to groan in pain.

“Hey!” You shouted, pulling Sherlock off of him and pinning Sherlock to the wall instead. Maybe this is what Mycroft meant by backup. You raised your elbow, pinning him in place as he winced slightly. That wasn’t fake. Having never seen this side of you, his eyes danced curiously across your face looking for any glimpse of an explanation. You held your demeanor.

“I hope you fully understand what you’re about to get yourself into here.” You scold, hoping he understands your warning. You didn’t just mean fighting with Mycroft, you meant Magnuseen. He was not someone to fuck with, and whatever he was getting himself into, it wouldn’t end well for anyone.

Mycroft picks up his umbrella and makes his way down the stairs, straightening his suit and thankful for your help, though he’d never admit it. You remove your arm from Sherlock's neck as he sucks in a breath of air. You turn and follow Mycroft down the stairs without another word.

You were angry, seething on the inside. Magnussen was ripping your life apart at every turn. You hated him, you wanted to kill him, to dismember him limb by limb, but you were powerless. You couldn’t even talk back to the man without fearing the repercussions. He owned you.

As you stepped out onto the street Mycroft turned to you, glancing around to make sure no one was in earshot.

“Keep an eye on him. Don’t let him dig too deep into this.” He said, keeping his voice low.

“Absolutely not.” You shook your head, you couldn’t do that even if you wanted to.

He seemed unsatisfied at your volume, and quickly glanced up to the window into 221B above you. Something must have caught his eye because he grabbed your arm and pulled you back under the awning of Speedys, keeping the two of you out of eyesight.

“I don’t care that the two of you... broke up.” He waved his hand, as if saying those words disgusted him. “That can’t stop you from doing your job.”

“Mycroft, we shouldn’t even be discussing this. With the enquiry going on, you know I can’t get involved. My hands are tied. Magnussen is untouchable, even Sherlock can’t get to him.” You pressed, shaking your head, holding back your anger.

You turned and walked back towards the street, raising your hand to hail a cab. As one began to pull over you heard Mycroft begin to call your name. You whipped back to him before he had a chance to continue the conversation.

“Drop it.” You said forcefully, pointing your finger at him, turning and opening the cab door.

Before stepping in, you turned and glanced up at the window, feeling eyes on you. Sherlock stood, watching the interaction carefully. You shot him what you hoped was a warning look as you sank into the backseat and slammed the door.

You let out a groan as the car pulled away, wishing you could take Charles up on his murderous offer.

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You Make My Heart Smile

So, happy (belated) birthday, Tina @tnapki Your edits make me smile (pardon the pun) and I wanted to thank you for that and everything you bring to the fandom.

I based it on your GORGEOUS EDIT

I also made it about food cause it’s SO you. On AO3 HERE

Also thanks to the gorgeous Kait @an-awesome-wavve for being amazing and my part brainstorm, part beta, part researcher and part undercover partner in crime.

Renowned Chef Klaus Mikaelson has a bad reputation until he meets food blogger Caroline Forbes and has no idea how to handle her or the unfamiliar feelings she evokes, especially that annoying ability to make him smile.

3 May - Alinea - 1723 N. Halsted St, Chicago IL - 3pm

“I’m not going to do some stupid interview, you know I have other, more important things to do, right?”

Klaus Mikaelson didn’t do interviews. He didn’t need to because his accomplishments spoke for themselves. He hadn’t slogged away in kitchens since he was twelve and worked his way through culinary school and some of the best restaurants to waste his time.

Being a world-renowned chef owning not one, but four, three-Michelin-starred restaurants across the globe meant he could do whatever the hell he wanted.

But yet here she was running his life.

Still.

“Like yell at me? I mean, you’ve been doing that since we were little so I guess it’s nothing I haven’t experienced before. ”

“I knew I should have never mixed business and family,” he snapped. “You always throw our childhood back in my face as an excuse to insult my life choices.”

“Because it’s too easy not to,” she pouted, flicking a stray, blonde lock over her shoulder. “And, while I am unfortunately related to your sorry ass, I am also your publicist and this interview is good for your career.”

“I don’t need publicity.”

“Correction, you do need publicity,” she argued, her fork now attacking the very veal he’d cooked with more fervour than needed.

“Easy on the product, little sister,” Klaus growled, his protectiveness for his art on full display.

“Oh, silly me I thought it was already dead,” she shot back, tartly. “And before you interrupted, I was going to say that, yes maybe you shouldn’t need publicity given your career achievements, but that was before you dropped an entree on the food critic’s lap from the Chicago Tribune, fired your sous chef in front of the entire restaurant and insulted Gordon Ramsey on national television.”

“Ramsey is a sell out, I stand by my comments,” he muttered. “The critic had it coming and, now you mention it, so too did that sorry excuse for a sous chef.”

“You realise people call you the angry chef, right?”

“Better than the naked chef I suppose.” He shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Klaus wasn’t in the business for gimmicks or to secure his own cooking program. He took his food seriously and there was nothing wrong with that.

“At least people like Jamie Oliver,” she replied, arching her eyebrows knowingly. “Anyway, there’s no point in arguing because she’ll be here in five minutes.”

“Please tell me you didn’t just schedule an interview without my permission?”

1717 N. Halsted St, 3:10pm

“What’s with the expression of impending doom, Care Bear?” He asked, lugging his camera equipment as they walked up the block toward Alinea.

“What have I told you about calling me that?”

“Not to do it but it’s too fun not to, Care Bear.” Given his general maturity level, Caroline decided it was a losing battle and she had more important things on her mind.

“Anyway, it’s not doom,” she muttered. “It’s just the overwhelming desire not to do this interview but given I don’t want to get fired and also pay my rent, there’s no other option.”

“Is someone afraid of the angry chef?”

“Oh, puh-lease, I’m not afraid. Although, I might not be able to bite my tongue if he decides to insult me like he did Gordon Ramsey.”

Caroline wasn’t one to judge but his indiscretions were well-known and well-documented. Although, chefs with egos weren’t an entirely new phenomenon to the industry or to Caroline given interviewing them was her job.

“You and I both know Ramsey deserved that dressing down, if anything Mikaelson earned my respect that day.” Caroline couldn’t argue with that.

Although this one was another kind of beast.

The effortlessly attractive kind.

For Caroline, this was an unsettling prospect. Until she reminded herself why she was here in the first place.

Caroline loved food. Sometimes, she thought, more than life itself.

So, when she became a food blogger after graduating with a journalism degree from Northwestern, it wasn’t a surprise. She was currently the senior blogger at popular food blog Delicious.

“You love food and writing about it,” Was Enzo reading her mind? “How about instead of focusing on the negative, remember that this will be your biggest interview yet. Think about all of the exposure this will garner.”

The upper echelons of Delicious had decided that an interview with Klaus Mikaelson would be a big scoop. Caroline was all for interviewing chefs about their food and the passion behind it but she knew her editor wanted something less about his craft and more about his bad boy reputation.

“Yes, but I want to write about food, not produce tabloid fodder.”

“Just think, once you do this then maybe you’ll have enough of a following to start your own blog and write what you want and not what someone tells you to do.”

“Mmmm, you do have a point.”

“Of course I do because Enzo knows everything. Also, take me with you because you’d be lost without me, sweetcheeks.”

“Third person, huh? That ego of yours knows no bounds, Lorenzo.”

“You know it, Care Bear,” he joked, flashing his most dazzling smile. “Well, looks like we’re here.”

“Looks like it,” she murmured, noting the intimidating sign overhead and wondering what she’d gotten herself into. “Here goes nothing.”

3:15pm

“Caroline Forbes?”

“You must be Rebekah and this is my photographer Lorenzo St John.”

Klaus, who’d been throwing a temper tantrum not one minute ago, found himself looking up into the blue eyes of one Caroline Forbes. Suddenly, all of the white noise of the moment fell away and it was just the two of them in the room together and the blonde in question was looking at him expectantly.

It was paralysing.

But good paralysing he decided.

“Nik?” Rebekah questioned. Now they were both looking at him. Had he zoned out and not realised it? Well, if so, this was all kinds of embarrassing. “Caroline is the senior blogger for Delicious and she’s here for that interview, you know the one we talked about earlier?”

Yeah, ten minutes earlier, he thought to himself doing everything he could not to bite back in front of the new arrival.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr Mikaelson, I have to say I’m a big fan of your…”

“Look, it’s not going to be possible, I have to prep for dinner service,” he lied, although regretted it immediately when he noticed her expression. Klaus wasn’t used to being nice, it wasn’t in his DNA and usually it didn’t bother him.

Until now.

Klaus decided to blame it on the foreign feelings she was causing. As soon as he got some distance between them it would be fine, especially that vanilla scent he couldn’t ignore given it was infiltrating his first line of defence.

Klaus liked women, in fact he slept with many when his busy schedule permitted, but that was sex and nothing else. Just the way he liked it, easy and unemotional.

“Why don’t we multitask then? I’m happy to help. ” Her voice was light and melodic. Klaus was hoping it wasn’t going to sound so enticing. He also wasn’t expecting that response. “I worked in a restaurant kitchen for years, I can do dishes, polish cutlery and peel a mean potato and an onion, well almost without crying.”

Why was he buoyed by that ridiculous statement and increasingly trying not to flash her a goofy smile?

Klaus didn’t smile. He just didn’t. Ever.

This wasn’t how he saw his day going at all. He was going to kill Rebekah. Before he could reply, the current subject of his ire spoke.

“That sounds like a fantastic idea,” she grinned. “How about Lorenzo and I make ourselves scarce then?”

“It’s actually Enzo, darling, you sound a bit too much like my mother and my oppressive boss Care Bear here.”

Klaus hadn’t even realised there was someone else in the room up until this point but it was clear Caroline wasn’t too impressed by his nickname or the oppressive part. Maybe they had more in common than he thought?

Care Bear. Klaus thought it was adorable. Then he could feel it, that idiotic urge to smile again.

Before he could object again, Rebekah had made a quick exit with the photographer and she was just standing there. Klaus could feel the awkward tension between them and knowing he’d caused it wasn’t helping matters. But he didn’t know any other way to act.

Then the words he’d struggled with just tumbled out.

“How do you feel about fish?”

Not the most suave topic or question but this was his ‘uncomfort’ zone.

“Depends on the context.”

“The context?”

“I mean, if you think I can clean, fillet and debone a fish, you’ve obviously overestimated my cooking talents.”

Klaus had to practically eat the smile that was threatening to appear. Again.

“Everyone has to start somewhere and get their hands a bit dirty, otherwise what’s the point?” He advised. “But, if you don’t want to then…”

“Oh, I never back away from a challenge, chef,” she promised.

Again, the pesky smile was hovering just beneath the surface.

Leading her towards the kitchen, Klaus told himself that preparing a fish was definitely going to keep his emotions at bay and also block out that perfume which was throwing him off balance.

4:45pm

“Why do I feel like this was a ploy to distract me from my interview?” Caroline asked, dipping the fish into egg wash and then flour as instructed by her cooking mentor for the day..

This was not how she saw her day going. It was surreal to say the least. This guy was supposed to be an ogre but Caroline was realising he was something else entirely.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he shot back. “But you filleted that fish like a professional, maybe you’ve missed your true calling?”

“I suppose I had a semi-good teacher,” she admitted wryly.

“Wow, tell me what you really think, Forbes.”

Caroline was trying not to to get too caught up in the moment but Klaus Mikaelson had challenged every judgment she’d ever harboured about the temperamental chef. He’d been unusually kind and patient.

The one thing she’d noticed was that his overall demeanour didn’t match his expression.

He didn’t smile.

Not once.

A few times, Caroline could swear it was close or maybe she was just imagining it?

“So, why do you like food?” It was a question she wasn’t expecting. Especially seeing as she was the interviewer and him her subject.

“Isn’t that what I’m supposed to be asking you?” He was silent for a moment, almost like he was contemplating it. “But I get the impression you don’t like that question much?”

“I’d much prefer to hear your story first, call it a warm-up.” Clearly he was nervous and Caroline was happy to oblige if it helped.

“My grandmother,” she smiled knowingly, visions of her nana filling her head. “When I was younger I’d go to her house most weekends and we’d cook together. She could make anything and everything. She died last year and it’s been tough without her but at least I still have those memories.”

Caroline didn’t mean to get personal, especially with the so-called “angry chef” but for some reason she felt nothing but comfort in his presence, even if he didn’t smile.

“What was her specialty?”

“Banana cream cheesecake,” she smiled, the taste of it rushing back in all its delicious glory.

“Hard to beat,” he murmured. “Have you ever eaten a Bananas Foster? My restaurant in New Orleans does a modern version over flame. According to my maitre’d there’ve apparently been a few proposals over dessert.”

“Over your dessert?”

“Someone sounds dubious. Let’s just say it’s fireworks but without the danger. Well, unless the tablecloth is accidentally set on fire but the fire department down there are pretty good first responders I understand.”

“I just didn’t take you for the romantic dessert type.”

“I suppose there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me then.”

“So, why do you like food then?”

“Well, of course I like food, I wouldn’t be a chef otherwise,” he shared, moving swiftly in behind her and taking the fillets from her hand and placing them in the hot pan, Caroline was trying not to react to his touch or that welcoming and heady mixture of sandalwood, spices and soap . “But one interview isn’t going to even begin to answer that question.”

He had a point and Caroline knew it. How could you sum up what food meant to you in one interview?

“So, what exactly are you trying to say? I do have a deadline to meet.”

“How about we schedule a follow-up interview tomorrow morning? Dinner service is imminent and if you stay I’m going to have to ask you to do more than fillet a fish. My pastry chef Lucien is also very needy, requires constant gratification, and you don’t want to be on the receiving end of that.”

“Not gonna lie I’m intrigued and by that I’m talking about Lucien. Did you insult his choux pastry or something?”

“Not if I want my patrons to eat dessert this century. But, if you insist on staying, there’s a whole pile of onions there with your name on it and we can call it even.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” He raised his left eyebrow by way of response. Caroline was trying to ignore just how good he looked, even if there was no smile forthcoming.

“Fine,” she conceded. “Tomorrow morning but that’s it otherwise my editor might fire me.”

“Great, let’s make it 10:30, you can poach an egg, right? And I also expect extra crispy bacon.”

Caroline knew she was possibly in trouble and not because he was tasking her with cooking. Enzo would also parrot that particular concern but she couldn’t help herself.

Today was probably the best day she’d had in a long time and she didn’t want it to end. She told herself that she’d return tomorrow and get her interview, that’s all she wanted from him, right?

4 May - Alinea - 1723 N. Halsted St, Chicago IL - 11am

Klaus Mikaelson was in uncharted territory.

That’s what scared him the most.

Caroline Forbes was seated across from him at his best, window table in jeans and a cream sweater, her plate empty and a very full but satisfied look on her face. Klaus decided to add that to his favourite expressions file. It was fast filling up and he’d only known her for 20 hours.

He wasn’t this guy.

At all.

But she’d consumed his thoughts since their first meeting and all night through dinner service and beyond. He’d barely slept, but it wasn’t a bad thing. He’d been looking forward to seeing her as soon as she left.

The only problem? Not smiling because it was that difficult when she was in his presence. He had his reasons of course.

“So, why do you love food? And no arguments given I poached a mean egg and also let you have a reprieve yesterday.”

“The bacon could use some work, just saying.”

“Well, you’re more than welcome to cook itself yourself, Mikaelson. Are you always such a critic? Last time I checked that was my job. Also enough with the distractions. So?”

“My mum,” he admitted quietly, even if it took a minute or so to verbalise. For some reason her opening up about her grandmother had filled him with courage. He didn’t do feelings or talk about them for that matter. “She cooked with me practically from birth until she got too sick last year.”

Those last words wobbled, it was unfortunate as it was expected. He’d struggled for a long time and losing his mother had been difficult.

“What was her specialty?” Klaus recognised the question he’d asked himself yesterday, but the fact her hand squeezed his at the same time filled him with the confidence and warmth he needed.

“Rosemary braised lamb shanks, it was her favourite protein. I’ve tried to pay homage on all my menus since.”

‘So, that explains the Saddle of Elysian Fields Farm Lamb with Babaganoush, Romano Beans and Harissa Jus on your menu then?”

“You’ve done your homework clearly?”

“That and the fact it’s the first time I’ve seen you smile, and I have to say it’s really nice.”

Klaus didn’t even realise he’d let it slip but suddenly it didn’t matter anymore. He didn’t want to hide it, not with her.

“She used to tell me to smile all the time because I was too serious, you could say it’s something I’ve battled with ever since she passed.”

“All the more reason to smile, even just to introduce those dimples to the general public. Has anyone ever told you they should come with a warning?”

“No, but more than happy to discuss further.”

“If only, but I have to get going.” Klaus felt almost deflated that she was leaving as quickly as she’d arrived. Maybe he’d shared too much. “Deadlines and all that. But if you could just consult the email I sent confirming the details of our interview that would be great.”

Klaus felt disillusioned, he’d opened himself up to someone and she was running away. She was out the door before he could even move from his seat. Checking his emails was the last thing he felt like doing, but his hand went to work on his cell checking it anyway and dreadfully waiting for its contents.

“As of three minutes ago, I no longer working for Delicious. It wanted a story I wasn’t prepared to write. I like your smile and dimples too much and I also want a Bananas Foster.”

His chest constricted as he read each word and his grin was unmistakable. It didn’t take long for him to reply.

“You make my heart smile.”

Tabloids would report months later that famed food blogger Caroline Forbes married famed chef Klaus Mikaelson in rural England after proposing over a dessert of Bananas Foster in New Orleans.

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lils-writes-stuff · 5 years ago

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Seattle

spencer reid x reader

Summary: in a spree killer case in seattle, the reader is injured and meets up with an old friend.

warnings: normal criminal minds things, mentions of psychological torture and abuse

A/N: based on season 7 episode 17; also this part satisfies my dream of a grey’s anatomy x criminal minds crossover lol

Y/N sat in Hotch’s office, right leg shaking as she watched the man read over all the notes she had received over the last 4 months. His eyes scan over the words of each note, some being longer than the others.

Finally, he looked up after what felt like an eternity.

“How long has this been going on?” He asked her with a raised brow.

“The letters, or me and her?” Y/N asked back.

“Let’s start at the beginning then,” he said.

Y/N took a breath, “Okay, it started in my freshman year of college. Caroline took me under her wing and I trusted her. She was seven years older than me so she became like a big sister at first, but than she would try to get me to do things I wasn’t comfortable with doing. When I said no to doing these things she would get angry a-and hit me, so I started distancing myself from her.

When I gained new friends, I guess she became jealous and she would come over when they were there and just psychologically torture me and them. Yell at us, use the power of suggestion and hurt them, she’s really good at mind games and manipulating people. She would convince them it wasn’t her that hurt them, but them who told her to do it or that they fell and hurt themselves, and there was nothing I could do to stop her from hurting people I loved. She said if I told anyone she would hurt my family. So I never let myself have friends, she was the only one I talked to, and she would hit me and scream at me until I was nothing but a shell of who I was.” Y/N wiped the tears on her face that she didn’t even realize had fallen. “I’m- I’m sorry-”

“Y/N it’s alright, it’s a time in your life that was very traumatic,” Hotch said, letting her feel comfortable again after she felt embarrassed. “How did you get away?”

“In my junior year, I decided I wanted to stop people who wanted to hurt others, like how Caroline was doing to me, so my senior year I applied for the academy after I graduated. I guess she found out and then she disappeared, but she would send me notes just like this up until my 25th birthday.”

“That’s when she went to prison for assault,” Hotch said as he looked over the timeline Penelope had pieced together.

“Yeah,” Y/N said.

“What does the bird mean?” Hotch asked.

“I don’t know, she’s always liked it, I guess it’s her signature,” Y/N answered.

“Who all knows about her?”

“My mom, my best friend who lives in Seattle, Spencer, and Penelope,” Y/N said. “And of course you, now.”

“Alright, I don’t know what all I can do to help, but thank you for telling me Y/N,” Hotch said with a small smile which made Y/N feel better.

“Thank you, sir,” Y/N said and stood up to exit the room, wiping under her eyes to clear the mascara before she faced the music of those in the bullpen.

She walked down the four steps from Hotch’s office and reached the floor of the bullpen. Spencer looked up from his desk to see Y/N, his heart aching seeing the same tear-stained face from when she told him a couple of days before.

Spencer completely understood fully why she didn’t tell him about this. She didn’t know about his problem with Dilaudid until one night they were together on the plane a little while after she joined the team. The rest of the team was asleep but the two insomniacs were wide awake, talking quietly and getting to know each other better. That’s the night Y/N developed feelings for the boy wonder.

“Alright, what’s one of the hardest cases you worked?” Y/N asked in a whisper as she looked over at Spencer in his chair.

“Uh, for me personally, or just a genuinely hard case?”

“Both.”

“Well, I guess they go hand-in-hand,” Spencer began. “We-we were working these home invasion cases in Georgia, and we thought that the unsubs were more than one you know? Anyway, JJ and I went to one of the suspect’s home and I was kidnapped-”

“Spencer you don’t have to-” Y/N tried to tell him he didn’t have to tell her this, seeing that it was hard for him.

“No, no, I want to,” Spencer interrupted. He wanted to tell her because he trusted her. He continued to tell the story of how Tybyus Heinkel was all the unsubs in one, having a multiple personality disorder. How he was drugged and tortured for two days, and how he had a drug problem after too.

“Spencer, I’m so sorry,” Y/N said, reaching over and placing her hand on top of his.

“For what? You don’t have anything to be sorry for. Anyways, it’s over now, so what’s your hardest case?” Spencer said reassuring her, trying to turn the topic away from him.

“Well, from the ones I worked with before the BAU…”

“How’d it go?” Spencer asked as Y/N approached his desk.

“As well as it could have gone,” she said with a sad smile. She was glad that she finally told Hotch, knowing this was probably better than just keeping it to herself.

She sat down at her own desk and began to get back to work, but her mind couldn’t focus, the only thing she was able to think about being the last note she got.

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“Okay, Kevin, seriously, I got a meeting I gotta get to,” Derek said to Kevin while he stood outside of the round table room.

Y/N stood with Penelope, both of them watching with curiosity as Derek and Kevin talked. Well, Kevin talked while chasing Derek.

“Derek, please, come on, bro-- this is important,” Kevin pleaded as Derek walked into the room.

“Oh, this should be interesting,” Y/N said as she watched Penelope approach Derek.

“Um, hi, yeah what was that about?” Penelope asked, knowing that Drek and Kevin never just chit-chat together.

“Oh uh, he just wanted to talk,” Derek responded.

“About what?”

“Guy stuff.”

“Me?”

“Garcia,” Hotch said interrupting the two’s conversation. “Let’s get started.”

“Oh- yes, sorry, uh. Two couples were found shot, uh, to death in the Delridge neighborhood of Seattle, Washington,” Penelope said beginning the case. “The first was Mark Daniel and Ben priestly, they were found dead in their living room. The second was John and Heather Miller, they lived 4 miles away, and they were found last night dead in their hallway.”

“Their daughter found them?” JJ asked.

“Yeah, she had snuck out to see her boyfriend, when she got back, they were dead,” Penelope answered.

“Two double homicides must be rare in that area,” Rossi stated.

“What makes it weirder is that there was no sign of robbery or sexual assault,” Penelope said.

“The shooter used a 22,” Derek said looking up from the file.

“Shot them execution-style,” JJ said.

“He’s experienced enough to use a pillow as a silencer, “ Hotch added.

“Don’t wanna wake the neighbors,” Emily said.

“You know,” Spencer began turning to the screen with the crime scene photos on it. “These crimes seem to lack the emotionality that we typically see in personal cause homicides.”

“Most executions are criminal enterprise related,” Y/N said looking at Spencer next to her.

“But the probability of these couples being involved in the exact same illegal activity is kind of low,” Spencer countered.

“There’s no way these were random victims of opportunity,” Derek said looking over at Spencer.

“Garcia, no sign of forced entry?” Hotch asked the woman next to him.

“None that the authorities have found, no,” she responded.

“So it’s a home invasion,” Hotch said plainly.

“Or-” Y/N held her pen up- “the unsub is using a ruse,” she said pointing the pen at Hotch while she spoke.

“Either way, they’re calculating and dispassionate,” Rossi said.

“They have no appreciation to chenille throw pillows,” Penelope said looking at the pillows n the photos.

“Well, the violent and targeted nature of these crimes suggests that there could be more,” Derek said leaning forward on the table.

“Wheels up in thirty,” Hotch said dismissing everyone.

Everyone began to walk out of the room, and Y/N walked swiftly to catch up with Derek before he got to his office.

“Morgan,” she whispered loudly as she followed behind him.

“What’s up, Pretty girl?” Derek said turning around to look at Y/N.

“Was Kevin talking to you about him doing something extra special for Penelope? Maybe like a proposal?” Y/N asked with excitement.

Derek raised a brow in surprise, “How did you know that?”

“Well you two have never just ‘talked’, and he was over-explaining things with his hands. It’s also what my best friend’s boyfriend did with me before proposing to her,” Y/N explained.

“He did, but I don’t know if that’s even what Penelope wants,” Derek said, trying to give a reason as to why he avoided Kevin’s question earlier.

“I mean, I get it, you didn’t want to give him false hope, but you and I both know she’s going to try and find out what’s going on now, right?”

Derek laughed nodding, “Yeah, she probably will.”

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“Alright, let’s go over victimology,” Hotch said, bringing the attention to him. “Each of the victims is a professional.”

“The domestic partners were lawyers and the millers worked at a tech company,” Rossi said looking at Hotch.

“But P.D. couldn’t find any overlap,” Emily added.

“Both couples were really enjoyed by their peers, neighborhood watch, volunteered in community groups, you name it,” Penelope said, her voice coming through the laptop speaker.

“This was a straight-up execution,” Y/N said looking at the file in her hand. “The kneeling on the ground, placing a pillow behind the head.”

“Seems ritualistic,” Hotch said.

“Or simply taking precautions,” Rossi argued.

“Some of the vics were shot in the leg,” Emily said, almost a question but more of an unknown statement.

“They probably were trying to defend themselves, and this was the only way our unsub could them to the floor,” Rossi said looking at Emily.

“Well, the scenes pretty clean, except what’s left on the floor and the pillows,” JJ said.

“Garcia, how are each of the couples’ financials?” Hotch asked the woman on the screen.

“Yo, I wish mine were this good,” she responded.

“What about the Millers’ daughter Abby?” Rossi asked.

“Yeah, she sneaks out to see her boyfriend, that seems oddly convenient,” Y/N said looking at Rossi in agreement.

“P.D. confirms her story, a neighbor saw her kissing her boyfriend in his backyard during the times of the kills,” Spencer said, taking the theory of the daughter being apart away.

“Romantic,” Y/N said with a chuckle at what the teenagers had been doing.

“You guys, something just happened,” Penelope said, bringing the attention to her frantic voice. “Another couple, the same area, shot to death in their house.”

“This is turning into a spree,” Derek said.

“Targeting potentially unrelated couple,” Emily added.

“And the time between the murders is accelerating,” Spencer said.

“Prentiss, you and JJ go talk to Abby. Dave and I will go to yesterday’s crime scene, Y/N you, Morgan and Reid go to the newest,” Hotch ordered.

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Derek pulled into the driveway of the latest victims’ home. The three filed out of the car and met the detective outside the house.

“Hi, I’m Agent Morgan, this Dr. Spencer Reid, and Agent Y/L/N,” Derek said shaking the detective’s hand and introducing the two beside him.

“Nice to meet you guys, follow me,” the detective said, leading the three inside. “I mean, we get our occasional DWI, a few kids egging a house on Halloween, but people shot like this…looks like one of those cable shows.”

“Well again, there’s no sign of a break-in,” Derek said from his spot in the doorway.

Y/N left Spencer’s side and began to look around the room, inspecting the photos and paintings. Trying to get a sense of who this couple was.

“But all the windows were unlocked, so who knows?” The detective said, the question rhetorical.

Y/N then turned her head and looked at the blood spots on the floor. “They were killed right here?” She asked turning to the detective while she pointed to the spot.

“Yeah,” the detective responded.

“They still had their keys out,” Spencer said pointing out the keys that were laying on the ground.

“So they were caught off guard,” Derek said.

“The house is childproof,” Spencer said, noticing all the childproof items around the room.

“Yeah, it must have been a relative or neighbor’s kids,” the detective said.

“They didn’t have any kids?” Y/N asked, prompting the detective to shake his head in response.

Y/N and Derek followed Spencer as he wandered into the living room of the house. They looked at the table noticing the soda can sitting on the table.

“The unsub probably sat right here,” Derek said pointing the armchair beside him.

“Had a soda-” Spencer pointed to the can on the table- “we should pull the cans for prints.”

“The reading light is on still, the unsub was probably looking for something,” Y/N said after noticing the light was still on.

“But there aren’t any magazines or newspapers around, which means it’s important enough to take him out of killing mode,” Spencer said looking at Y/N.

“For someone on a spree, this unsub sure is patient,” Derek said.

“If he’s so patient what is it that he’s waiting for?” Spencer asked, looking between Derek and Y/N.

“Maybe the unsub though they had something he wanted, and when they didn’t, he killed them,” Y/N said as her eyes looked back to the spot where the couple was killed.

Once the three had finished in the house, they thanked the detective and headed out to the SUV. The damp air made Y/N pull her navy jacket around her tighter as the air gave her a chill.

“Y/N, doesn’t your best friend live here?” Spencer asked her as they got into the vehicle.

“Yeah, she’s a surgical resident at some hospital,” she answered as they pulled out of the driveway. “I would go visit her but I think she’s a little busy, as well and me.”

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“The Millers and the Gilberts both participated in our foster program, it’s a local joint venture we have with the community center,” the pastor said to Y/N and Spencer that sat across from him at his desk.

Hotch had sent the two to the church after they discovered that two of the couples attended the same one.

“That could be the same community center our first victims volunteered at,” Y/N said looking at Spencer who sat next to her.

“Well that explains why the homes were childproof,” Spencer said looking to Y/N. “They sometimes had kids in their custody.”

“Yeah but if they were foster parents, it would’ve come up when Garica checked their backgrounds,” Y/N said.

“What happens if you get a child who needs a home immediately but no foster families are available? Is there some sort of emergency list or something?” Spencer asked the pastor.

“ Yeah, they can take the kids for just for a night or a weekend, and -uh- both couples were on that list, too,” the pastor answered.

“We’re gonna need a copy of that list,” Y/N said to the pastor.

“We also need the names of anyone who would have had access to it,” Spencer added. “Our unsubs following that list,” he whispered to Y/N.

“Let me go get that list for you,” the pastor said before exiting the room.

“Thank you,” Y/N said.

The pastor returned a moment later with the list. Spencer and Y/N thanked him once again before they left the building.

“Our last couple had a baby in their possession two days ago,” Y/N said as she pointed to the name and date on the list.

“That sheds some light on the 22, that gun is easy to handle,” Spencer said as the two walked through the church courtyard.

“And it’s not very loud,” Y/N added, pocketing the list in her jacket.

“You know, add that to no forced entry, I don’t think the pillows were used to minimize sound, they were used to stay clean. Which means this unsub might be a woman,” Spencer said as his brain put the pieces of the puzzle together.

“She probably had a connection to the foster system,” Y/N said as she caught on the train Spencer was on.

“Or she simply wants a kid,” Spencer countered.

“But then why wouldn’t she just snatch one off the street?” Y/N said, her voice coming off defensive as the two stopped walking.

“This is a maternal desire, these couples took in babies. Maybe she lost her own or can’t conceive,” Spencer said.

“So she killed those people because when she got to their home, they didn’t have a child,” Y/N said, her theory she said back at the crime scene becoming true.

“She’ll keep killing until she finds one,” Spencer said as the two began to walk again.

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“We believe the unsub we’re looking for is a white female. Who, based upon the organizational level of the crimes, is in her late 30s to early 40s,” Hotch said.

“We also believe that something in the last few days has triggered her to think that killing was the only she was going to be able to obtain a child,” Emily explained.

“Consequently, the foster families that did not have a child in their care when she visited, became her victims,” Y/N added, her eyes looking over the officers in front of her.

“Because all these families recently had children in their homes, we believe our unsub is motivated by maternal desire,” Rossi said.

“Maternal desire is the profound emotional need to mother a baby, this stems from either a tragic loss of her own child or the inability to have one at all,” JJ explained.

“This unsub my also fantasize that someone else’s baby belongs to her, and this emotion feels beyond her control,” Spencer began as he stood up from his chair. “A woman who miscarries sometimes projects onto someone else’s baby and then sets out to take that child.”

“This may cause our unsub to do something drastic. Like commit a cesarean abduction or kidnap a random kid,” Derek said.

“The speed that the kills are occurring suggests that our unsub is frustrated and devolving,” Y/N added.

“This is causing her to go on a spree, which usually ends in a very high body count and suicide by cop,” JJ said.

“So we should look at anyone who was pregnant and suffering from postpartum psychosis,” Derek explained looking at the officer around.

“We also need to check those who worked for or had access to the local foster system,” Rossi added.

“Thank you, any questions?” Hotch asked looking at the officers.

Almost every officer in the room raised their hands. Hotch began to call on people and answer their questions, but Y/N was pulled away as her phone rang.

“Hey Penelope what’s up?” Y/N asked after she answered, walking away from the group.

“What were Derek and Kevin talking about yesterday, I know your nosey butt found out so tell me,” Penelope said, her voice gritting at the end of her sentence.

“I can’t do that Penelope, it’s not my place,” Y/N responded, not wanting to spoil the surprise.

“Ugh, fine I’m just gonna keep calling Derek till he answers,” Penelope then hung up the phone, making Y/N chuckle as she went back to the group.

After they had finished answering questions, the team separated and began to work on case details.

Y/N sat next to Spencer as he wrote something down while he formed the geographical profile, while Hotch talked to Penelope on the phone. She looked at Spencer, silently admiring his face, his upper lip tucked under his bottom as he focused on his writing.

“Another woman’s been shot,” the detective said, bringing Y/N back to reality. “Three blocks from here.”

“She has a fairly limited comfort zone,” Spencer said as he looked at the spot the woman was just shot at on the map.

“Alright, Reid, you and Y/N work the list, I’ll take Rossi and Prentiss with me,” Hotch said, quickly exiting the room.

“You know, you’re not gonna get any work done if you keep looking at me working,” Spencer said, feeling Y/N’s gaze on him as he sat working.

“It helps me think,” she responded. Spencer chuckled and continued to work.

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“Okay, here’s the dealio and stay with me,” Penelope said over the phone. After Hotch, Rossi, and Emily visited the scene, they discovered that the woman that was shot had a baby. She was in the process of adopting him and they needed to find out the birth parents that were sealed by the state. “Ben, formerly known as Johnny, was born to Margaret Hallman.”

“Where is she now?” Hotch asked.

“Well, she should be at the Fallbrook women’s correctional facility, but she was released four days ago due to overcrowding,” Penelope answered.

“We thought it was a mental institution,” JJ said.

“But if she was released, why kill to get your own kid?” Rossi asked.

“Her maternal rights must have been terminated,” Spencer answered.

“Yeah, that happens when you have sex with one of your high school students two years ago,” Penelope said.

“Ew,” Y/N said out loud, the word just slipping out from astonishment and disgust.

“Uh-huh, his name is Thomas Brown, AKA Tommy Brown, and he is little Johnny’s baby daddy, like for real,” Penelope explained.

“Teacher love syndrome,” Hotch said.

“She gave birth to Tommy’s baby in jail, and then when Tommy’s mom refused to raise it, the baby was put in foster care.”

“Okay, so we were right, the baby did spend time in each of the victims’ homes,” Derek said.

“Oh, you betcha,” Penelope responded.

“That would explain the spree and the maternal desire,” Emily elaborated.

“She’s trying to put her family back together,” Y/N said.

“Garcia, we need the Browns’ address,” Hotch ordered to Penelope.

“On its way sir,” Penelope responded.

The team piled into the SUVs and made their way to the Browns’ residence. The tires came to screeching stop and they piled out of the vehicles and made their way inside.

“Please....please help!” A girl laying on the ground spoke.

“Female down,” Derek said passing her and heading into the next room.

Y/N and JJ kneeled beside her.

“We need an ambulance at 1986 Homer Street,” Hotch said into his wire. “Is Margret Hallman in the house?” He asked the girl.

Y/N and JJ began inspecting her injuries, seeing a gunshot wound in her back.

“No, she took Tommy,” the girl answered breathing heavily.

“Hey, you’re gonna be okay, sweetie,” Y/N said, hoping to comfort the girl on the ground.

“What’s your name?” JJ asked.

“Julie Parker,” she answered.

“Julie, do you know where they went?” Hotch asked her.

“No,” she cried. “It hurts.”

“Alright, hey, it’s gonna be okay,” Y/N comforted the girl.

“Let’s put this on it, okay,” JJ said, grabbing a rag and holding it against her back.

“Are you Tommy’s neighbor?” Hotch asked, continuing with his questions.

“Yes, Ms. Hallman had their baby with her, Tommy took all his stuff,” Julie explained, her voice trembling from the pain.

“The place is empty,” Emily said entering the room.

“It’s clear here too,” Derek said entering from the kitchen.

“We need to find all we can on Margret Hallman,” Y/N said looking at Hotch.

“There are probably other victims in her past,” Hotch agreed.

The sounds of sirens were heard allowing Julie to sigh in relief.

“JJ, stay with Julie until her parents get here, we’ll call Garcia and find out what we can about Ms. Hallman,” Hotch said, exiting the room with Derek, Emily, and Y/N.

“What you got baby girl,” Derek said answering the phone while they stood outside the browns house.

“Okay, Ms. Hallman had an exemplary record in jail,” Penelope explained.

“What was her interaction with the outside world like?” Y/N asked.

“Um- well, she had limited computer use, and she used all of that time searching for a… Johnny Lewis,” Penelope said, her voice questioning at the end.

“Her baby?” Derek asked.

“No,” Penelope began. “Johnny Lewis is one of her former students from Lake Forrest School. His parents charged her with molestation, and then they dropped the charges.”

“When was this?” Emily asked.

“Three years prior to meeting Tommy,” Penelope answered.

“So she had a baby with Tommy and names it after the first kid she molested,” Y/N said with astonishment.

“Yeah, and according to the prison’s hard drive, she wrote dozens of emails to this Johnny Lewis,” Penelope explained.

“Maybe Tommy’s a surrogate for him,” Emily said looking at Y/N beside her.

“Garcia, we need to talk to the Lewis’,” Hotch said.

“Mm, their phone is disconnected,” Penelope answered.

“What about an address?” Y/N asked.

“They’ve moved around a lot. Oh- wow, okay it’s like they’re off the grid.”

“Well, who lives in their old house now?” Derek asked. “Maybe they could help us get info.”

“Uh, it’s changed hands a lot. Oh, snap, crackle, and pop goes the lady weasel. You’ll never guess who bought it,” Penelope said.

“Ms. Hallman,” Y/N and Emily said together, having no surprise or question in their voices.

“Mm-hm, it was picked up by her sister a year ago, and then it was transferred to Maggie’s name yesterday,” Penelope explained.

“Send us the address?” Hotch asked.

“Already sent,” Penelope answered.

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The sun had just set as the team rolled up to Margaret Hallman’s house. Local police followed in cars behind them as they stopped in the street in front of the house.

Y/N, JJ, and Derek walked up to Hotch and Emily as they got out of the car.

“Take the front, Prentiss, and I will take the back,” Hotch said. The three nodded, taking their guns out.

The three walked up to the front of the house and watched as Tommy walked out, a gun in his hand.

“FBI, drop it!” Derek said when he noticed the gun in the teen’s hand.

He lifted the hand with no gun in it up, the other staying by his side. “Just-- Just move, move-- move back,” Tommy spoke with a scared voice.

“Tommy, drop the gun,” Y/N said, her own gun pointing at the boy.

“Just-- just get off our yard,” he answered, his hand motioning over the yard in front of him.

“You don’t want to do this,” JJ said with a stern, clear voice.

“You don’t know me,” Tommy said. “My--my girl and kid are in there-”

“She’s a predator, Tommy,” Derek tried to reason with him.

“No, she’s not an animal. We love each other,” Tommy tried to explain.

“No, Tommy this isn’t love,” Derek said.

“Tommy this is a woman who’s been taking advantage of you, she molested you,” Y/N tried to explain.

“No, I--I knew what I was doing,” Tommy replied.

“Did you know there was another kid exactly like you from another school?” JJ asked.

“Shut up!” Tommy exclaimed.

“You weren’t the first, Tommy,” Y/N said.

“No, no, They’re lying!” Maggie exclaimed as she walked out, pointing at Y/N and JJ.

“Tommy she wrote letters to him, too,” Derek explained.

“That’s not true,” Maggie said with a sickeningly sweet voice.

“And she’d tell him that everything happens for a reason,” Y/N added.

“Be quiet!”

“She said that he was the love of her life, that she loved to sneak out to see him,” Y/N continued.

“That’s it!”

“Tommy, she wrote that to another boy, who lived in this exact same house,” Derek said.

“What are they talking about?” Tommy asked looking at Maggie.

“She even named your son after him,” Y/N said.

“Answer me, damn it!” Tommy exclaimed looking at Maggie, who was covering her ears with her hands.

“Without you, my life would be empty, and that’s why nothing is going to keep us apart, and I mean nothing,” Maggie said.

Tommy then dropped the gun in his hand, not wanting to believe Maggie anymore.

Maggie then quickly grabbed the gun Tommy dropped and shot, hitting Y/N on her upper left arm.

“Ugh!” Y/N exclaimed as she grabbed her arm in pain, blood covering it. She looked up and saw Maggie herself lying down in pain. Hotch could be seen through the screen door of the house, gun still pointed at Maggie.

“Maggie!” Tommy exclaimed, falling to his knees next to her.

“Y/N are you okay?” JJ asked as she kneeled beside her.

“Yeah-- yeah, I think so, I might need to go get it looked at though,” Y/N said, looking at the wound on her arm.

“We need paramedics of the front porch, suspect it down and a federal agent has been wounded,” Hotch said into his wire.

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When Y/N arrived at the E.R. of the hospital with JJ, she was directed towards a bed before someone would be with her.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice said as they approached.

Y/N looked up from her wound that she was inspecting to see her best friend standing, holding a tablet in her hand.

“London!” Y/N said with excitement as her friend walked towards her. They hugged each other tightly, London avoiding the part of her arm that was hurt. “Oh, I’m sorry JJ, this is London, my best friend,” Y/N said introducing the two.

JJ shook London’s hand introducing herself.

“Hi I’m Dr. Wilson, I’ll be taking care of you today Mrs. Y/L/N,” a brunette doctor said approaching the three.

“Oh, Wilson, if you don’t mind, I’ll take this one, and it’s Agent Y/L/N,” London said, correcting her younger peer.

“Oh-- right sorry,” Dr. Wilson said before walking away timidly.

“I get to do that, she’s an intern,” London said, making Y/N and JJ laugh.

London began looking at the wound on Y/N’s arm, telling her it would need some stitches seeing that it was a clean entry and exit wound.

As Y/N and JJ sat while London patched up her arm, they chatted about life and all the things that were happening. Their attention was soon brought away from their chat as a frantic Spencer Reid entered the room.

“Is that him?” London asked, referring back to all the times Y/N told her about Spencer on the phone.

“Yeah,” she responded.

“You always had good taste,” London chuckled.

“Y/N, oh thank god you’re okay, all that Derek said was that you got shot, and didn’t explain--” Y/N cut him off.

“Spencer, I am fine,” she said with a reassuring smile.

“Oh, okay good,” he said with a sigh of relief.

“Spencer, I want you to meet someone, this is Dr. London Ryan, London this is Dr. Spencer Reid,” Y/N said introducing the two.

“London? As in your best friend London?” Spencer asked.

“Hi, Dr. Reid it’s nice to meet you, Y/N has told me so much about you,” she said, finishing up Y/N’s last stitch.

“Likewise,” he responded smiling at the doctor.

“Alright, you’re good to go Y/N, you’ll have to have those taken out in a couple of days,” London said before her attention was called away to another doctor.

“Ryan! Where are my post-ops?” A shorter, African American doctor in darker scrubs asked her as she approached.

“I finished them an hour ago, Dr. Bailey, they should be in the chart,” she told the doctor.

“London, I have to go, thank you so much, I will take care of my arm I promise,” Y/N said getting up from the bed.

“Whoa, you can’t just get up like that and go she has to discharge you,” Dr. Bailey said to Y/N, not wanting her student to be trampled on by a patient.

“I have, and she can, she’s a federal agent, she has to go catch serial killers,” London said to the other doctor.

“Bring me my post-ops,” Dr. Bailey said, pointing his finger at her before walking away.

“It was nice to meet you, London,” Spencer said and JJ agreed, before Y/N and London hugged, and the three agents left.

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“I will never understand this teacher-lover thing, I can barely deal with a grown man,” JJ said as her, Spencer, Y/N, Rossi, and Penelope walked towards the elevator of the office building.

“What’s interesting is if it had been a male teacher and a female student, he’d have gotten 20 years and none of this wouldn’t have happened,” Rossi said.

“She could get life plus 20 for all the murders she committed,” Y/N said.

“You know what’s funny if she wasn’t so pretty, she probably would have never been released in the first place,” Spencer said looking at Y/N beside him.

“What?” Penelope said confused.

“It’s true, unattractive female predators serve a longer prison sentence than their attractive counterparts,” Spencer explained.

“Wow that’s ridiculous,” Penelope said astonished.

“For real,” Y/N agreed.

“It’s primal, there’s a hierarchy to everything. Including sex offenders,” Spencer added.

“Okay, well, who’s ready to get breakfast?” JJ asked, seeing that they had flown in early that morning.

“Me,” Y/N said, Spencer and Rossi, giving thumbs up as they began to walk over to the elevator.

“I can’t, there’s something I gotta take care of,” Penelope said noticing Derek coming down the hallway.

“Have fun,” Y/N said knowingly.

Penelope smiled at her and walked over to Derek.

“What is it about?” Spencer asked as Y/N entered the elevator.

“Oh, Penelope and Kevin, but it’s not my place to tell though, so ask her later,” Y/N answered wanting to respect their privacy.

Y/N sighed as she entered Spencer’s apartment, the smell of him filling her nose.

“Spencer, I really don’t have to stay here until I get my stitches out, I will be fine,” she tried to protest, but secretly she wanted to stay.

“I don’t want you to rip them, or do anything that might get it infected,” Spencer said, taking his coat off then pulling Y/N’s off of her since her left arm was in a sling.

“Would a kiss get it infected?” She asked puckering her lips.

Spencer laughed and placed his lips on hers in a sweet kiss. She smiled as he pulled her over to the couch to cuddle.

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2020 HP Next Gen Fest Anonymous Masterlist

Here is the complete Anonymous Masterlist for the 2020 @hp-nextgen-fest! Reveals will be going up next Monday on November 30, so there is still plenty of time to make your way through any entries you might have missed. Don't forget to leave some comments on these amazing creations to let the authors and artists know how much you've enjoyed their hard work! :D

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AcciDental Magic [Rose, Hugo, & Grandparents | General] Hermione and Ron are called away for a case and left without their usual child-minder when Molly falls ill. Hermione’s parents step up to keep Hugo and Rose, in spite of Hermione’s warning that the two little ones have some big issues with accidental magic. The story is told comic book style, with illustrations and voice bubbles.

Woke up married! [James Sirius/Teddy | General] They get well and truly bladdered at Albus's stag do and wake up in bed together with matching wedding bands...

Sunday Practice [James Sirius/Teddy | General] Teddy thought that morning practice on Sunday was going to be something he would soon regret, but things may turn more interesting than expected.

Introduction [Albus, Severus, & Albus Severus | General] Albus Severus Potter gets to know the men he's named for by asking them about the experiences, memories, and motives that shaped their lives.

Eyecandy [James Sirius/Teddy | General] After months of extensive Auror training, Teddy comes with the Potters to the beach. James. Cannot. Stop. Staring. At. Teddy. Shirtless.

FIC

We Keep Loving Anyway [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Explicit | 7.1k] After Albus finds out Scorpius is part vampire he can’t stop thinking about being bitten. He can’t stop thinking about Scorpius in general, but that’s been the case since he was fifteen. At least, when it comes to Scorpius he’s used to not getting what he wants. He’s happy with what he has, or at least, comfortable. That is until he accidentally asks for it, then it all starts to change.

The perks of Veritaserum [James Sirius/Teddy | Explicit | 5.1k] James drank a long-lasting version of Veritaserum and is miserable and Teddy is having the time of his life. That is, until they’re both having the time of their lives.

Thunderstruck [Charlie/Teddy | Explicit | 2.6k] There’s not a lot for dragon tamers to do when stuck inside during a storm, but looking at this particular new recruit―well, Charlie can’t help but think of a few ways they could pass the time.

Hair Today, Hair Tomorrow [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Mature | 1.7k] Away on a book tour Albus Severus Malfoy grows a very creepy mustache, much to the horror of his still at home husband Scorpius Malfoy.

Mission in Nairn [Draco/Lily Luna | Explicit | 7k] Lily Luna Potter is paired with Draco Malfoy for her first Auror Mission. On their last night, she decides to act on the lingering tension that had been building up between them.

No Other Alpha But You [Albus Severus/James Sirius | Explicit | 7.1k] Scorpius Malfoy has applied to be Albus' heat partner. There's no way James is letting that happen.

The Scorpion King [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Explicit | 3.8k] Scorpius Malfoy, AKA the Scorpion King, has ruled Britain ever since his father turned his sights to conquering Europe. With his right-hand man and most trusted advisor, Albus Potter, Scorpius has a life of elegance and power. But he's had enough of the beautiful women that usually grace his bed. Scorpius has decided he wants something else in bed. Something more. Scorpius Malfoy wants Albus Potter.

Islands of the Upper Air [Lily Luna/Luna | General | 1.5k] Lily Luna has never liked her namesake, or her strange and sometimes absurd way of looking at the world. But a weekend full of ancient rituals and mountain forests is an eye opener, in more ways than one.

Expecto Patronum!! [James Sirius/Teddy | Mature | 45.7k] James Potter had always known exactly what he wanted; to open a pub of his own, maybe travel the world, and live a simple life with the only man he’d ever loved. For years he waited, quietly determined to help Teddy see what could be between them. But just when everything he’d ever dreamed of was finally within his reach, it was ripped away in an instant. With Teddy missing, and presumed dead, James is left to pick up the pieces. John has no idea what he wants. He doesn’t even know who he is. But when he hears a strikingly familiar voice – on an otherwise ordinary day – he sets out to discover everything he can about the man that occupies his dreams. And Harry, well, Harry just wants to put his failures behind him. Until a series of unexpected events forces him to reexamine a case that he’d given up on solving. With the help of an unexpected ally, he just might find the answers he’s been looking for.

lily's potter [Lily Luna/Lysander & Lily Luna/Draco | Mature | 8.3k] "But what if I keep it? What’s the contingency plan there?” She took a seat next to Lily. She spoke slowly, as if she was thinking about it for the first time, too. “Well, I mean, you keep your baby. You raise it. You love it. It goes on to do wonderful things because it’s a Potter.” Lily snorted. “It’s a Potter?” “Why not? I mean it’s just as much you as whoever is the father. Why shouldn’t it be a Potter first?”

Snaked a Claim [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Teen | 1.6k] Everyone knew Albus was gay from age five when he would dramatically swoon every time Goncalo Flores the Quidditch player was mentioned. Twenty years later and Harry still tells the tale - much to Al’s embarrassment.

And I Fell Heavy (Into Your Arms) [James Sirius/Teddy | Explicit | 9.1k] When James Sirius Potter travels to America for three weeks, the turquoise-haired Healer Teddy Lupin misses his boyfriend very much indeed. Luckily, Teddy has (sexy) floo calls, charmed obsidian pendants and hastily made chastity promises to keep him busy. Based on the following prompt: Absence makes the heart grow fonder... Right? Smutty phone!sex? Longing letters? All up to you!

Dirty Duelling [Albus Severus/Draco | Explicit | 6.1k] Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want (Or — fucked up Dirty Dancing with wand fights)

Albus’ Private Lesson of Sex Education [Albus Severus/James Sirius/Teddy | Explicit | 4.5k] Albus has some doubts about sex. Luckily he has an older brother, who can initiate him. How does this lesson go? James will be the teacher, Albus his good and obedient student and Teddy will be more than happy to serve them as a learning tool. In which a delicious Teddy sandwich is served.

Four Reasons [James Sirius/Teddy | General | 8.1k] There were a couple of things James should've considered more seriously before coming back to work at Hogwarts as the new Flying Instructor. His dad being the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor there, for one. The fact that he hadn't really flown since a career-ending injury had put an abrupt end to his Quidditch fame two years ago, for another. His ridiculous, teenage crush on Teddy Lupin, his friend and Hogwarts' newest Charms professor, perhaps most of all.

An Interlude [Lavender/Victoire | Explicit | 4.9k] Victoire is supposed to be chasing a serial killer, not shagging her uncle’s dead ex-girlfriend.

Mint & Apples [Harry/Teddy | Explicit | 4.3k] Teddy Lupin's not-quite-wolf has chosen Harry Potter as his mate, that's all. He hasn't got a crush on his best friend's father, really. He also definitely isn't obsessed with Harry Potter's scent.

This is Love [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Explicit | 24.8k] Most of Albus’s bad life decisions can be summed up in a word: James. When he got a shitty tattoo in the Fifth Year—done by some bloke in a dirty flat—well, that was James’s idea. When he got picked up by Aurors for doing hallucinogens—James was the one who’d convinced him to do them at a party. That time they stole the flying motorbike Dad gave to Teddy—James was the one who insisted it was a rite of passage to drive it over London at dawn. Neither Dad nor Teddy was impressed with that explanation. Now, here Albus is living another bad choice that was born of James’s influence.

The Balance Between Studying and Relaxing [Rose/Teddy | Explicit | 3.7k] Rose has been studying non-stop for her upcoming barrister exam. With Hermione attending Hugo’s Quidditch trials for moral support and Ron away on business, there’s only one person available to keep an eye on her. And Teddy is only too happy to take the role.

The last ones to know [Albus Severus/Scorpius | General | 5.2k] Albus and Scorpius have a very close relationship. Everyone can see it. Perhaps they are the last ones to know jus how close they are.

You've Got A Second Chance (You Could Go Home) [James Sirius/Teddy | Teen | 16k] “What about James?” James, dear Merlin, not James, not again. His boy, his son, the brightest star in the constellation of Harry’s patchwork family, not him. “I think he’s relapsed.” – They tried this when James was nineteen and Teddy was twenty five. It crashed and burned. Teddy ran away to Finland and James... well Teddy's about to find out what happened to James, now that he's back two years later.

Falling for You [James Sirius/Scorpius | General | 1.2k] Scorpius didn't care about Quidditch until he saw James Sirius on a broom.

Heart-Shaped Ottoman [Draco/Teddy | Explicit | 6.3k] Draco has had interns before, but none so bothersome as Teddy Lupin.

Living With Our Eyes Half Open [James Sirius & Scorpius | Teen | 5.5k] James didn’t mean to get his brother-in-law kidnapped alongside him that morning, but that is definitely what happened.

Faim [Albus Severus/Scorpius | Explicit | 9.6k] "So, this is the city of love!" Scorpius declared, adjusting the straps on his backpack. Albus wrinkled his nose. "City of pigeons, more like," he corrected, stepping around another fat, grey bird Or: Scorbus go to France.

Unexpected [Lily Luna/Pansy | Explicit | 1.2k] Draco and Harry's engagement party brings about an unexpected, but not unwelcome, event.

Remember to Forget [Albus Severus/James Sirius | Mature| 17.5k] The moment they kissed, James and Albus knew that they'd never be able to live without this -- too in love to walk away. Years later, and well into adulthood, the possible repercussions of their relationship feel very real and very scary. Without the strength to break it off, they're left with a single solution: a company that specializes in erasing and altering memories. Now the only thing left to do, is to say goodbye.

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