#no fr cause what’s been going on with james lately

[formulawolff]

Toto putting James in his place👏🏻👏🏻

Toto told the press that James’ “probably” shouldn’t be making negative comments about mick

toto really said, “bro don’t you have a team to focus on⁉️”

[ellecdc]

hi!! i saw that you had your request open and i was thinking maybe poly! marauders + lily taking out (or asking) reader on a first date? i think it would be cute.

i read your last fic on them and i loved how you wrote for them! also i just want to say i love your writing!!

poor shy reader - thoughts and prayers fr

marauders + lily x shy!reader who go on a date

pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3 // pt 4 // pt 5

CW: continuation from this fic, fem!reader is in Hufflepuff, some nerves/anxiety, fluff

You’ve made a mistake.

You’ve made a mistake and think it might be too late to do anything.

“Are you almost ready? The Gryffindor’s bullied a first year into letting them into the common room and now they’re downstairs waiting for you.” One of your roommates advised you in a bored tone as she moved to sit on her bed.

You’ve made a mistake.

“Can you tell them I’m poorly or something?” You begged; tone inlaid with a shrill quality you tried to clear away. “I can’t do this.”

She looked at you like you had grown three heads. “What? You can’t go on a date with four of the hottest people in our year? Get a grip.”

“Please.” You tried again.

“I’m not a bloody owl, L/N.” She spat as she opened up a magazine, effectively shutting you out.

You stared at yourself in the mirror again; the fourth outfit you tried on for your date with the four Gryffindor’s you’d stupidly agreed to while still sat in Remus’ lap at the Gryffindor party where you’d actually sodding kissed Lily Evans.

You’ve made a mistake.

“Hey gorgeous.” You heard at your dorm room door, causing your room mate to groan dramatically as she fell backwards on her bed. 

Lily’s auburn eyebrows furrowed at her before her eyes flit back to you; any tension immediately melting into a look far too soft to be for you. “Are you ready to go?”

No.

You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time; you were about to be escorted to Hogsmeade by the most beautiful people to grace the halls of Hogwarts arguably ever and you couldn’t help but feel entirely too plain. 

Lily breathed out a chuckled through her nose and moved to stand behind you, looking at your reflection in the mirror as she moved a lock of your hair behind your shoulder. “As much as I too would love to sit here and admire your reflection, I’m afraid it’s not wise to leave the boys alone unattended for too long.” She murmured as she pressed a kiss to your cheek.

They were going to be the death of you.

As if punctuating the end of Lily’s sentence and your thoughts, you heard a faint popping sound from the common room and the sound of chuckling.

“We ought to go.” Lily said, casually (for her…not for you) taking your hand and all but dragging you out of your room.

When you got downstairs, it was to the sight of first year Hufflepuffs glaring as menacingly as first year Hufflepuffs could as they all marched past the Marauders.

“What did you boys do now?” Lily chided playfully as they all turned to see you.

Their mischievous smiles quickly turned soft and sweet as they took you in. 

“Oh my gods!” James exclaimed as he stepped towards the two of you. “My sweet Lily flower, where did you find this angel?”

Your gaze dropped immediately to your feet as Lily - the traitor - moved away from your side to stand near Remus. 

“I’d ask if it hurt when you fell from heaven but, I don’t see a single imperfection, Gorgeous.” Sirius continued.

You huffed and crossed your arms as you looked across the room to see the first years still glaring at the group of you as they shed their - quite ashey - robes.

“Erm, why are the first years shaking ash off their robes?” You asked cautiously. 

As if they had only just remembered that they’d been causing mischief a mere few moments ago, James and Sirius stepped into action. 

“Oh right!” James said with an awkward laugh. “We, uhm, we should get going.” 

And before you could ask any follow up questions (or ask to reschedule, perhaps), you had Sirius on one of your arms and James on the other and were being ushered from the Hufflepuff common room.

Helga help me. 

The other four did most of the talking on your walk to Hogsmeade, which you were eternally grateful for. But you were now standing in line at Zonko’s - to which the boys insisted they go and Lily had left it up to you and…well…have you seen those boys? How were you expected to say no? - and you felt like every other student’s eyes were on you.

What is she doing with them? You could imagine them snickering to each other. 

Think this is one of their pranks? Their friends would respond. 

Evans usually isn’t the type but… it could be funny to watch anyhow.

Your body was itchy and your skin felt hot; you needed to get out of the store.

“Hey.” James murmured quietly, resting his chin on your shoulder as his body created a barrier between you and the other patrons of the store; strong arms wrapping protectively around your front as the other three pretended not to notice. “I think we lost you there for a second; you okay?”

You nodded, not quite trusting your voice not to betray your anxiety. 

“Do you regret agreeing to come out with us?” He asked quietly; no ire or contempt detected in his voice. He truly was just trying to check in and make sure you were okay.

“No.” You responded firmly, quickly. Clearing your throat and responding again. “No, I don’t.”

You could feel James smile as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek. “We’re almost done here and then we can go wherever you want.” He promised; and though that had been the end of the conversation, he stayed glued (what certainly felt like possessively) to your side until you had all exited the joke shop and stood on the cobble stoned roads of Hogsmeade. 

“So where do you wanna go, Princess?” Sirius asked as everyone paused to face you in a semi-circle.

For the ground to swallow me up, maybe? 

“Erm, I…I’m not sure, I didn’t…really think about it.” You admitted awkwardly, wrapping your arms around your middle as if trying to shield yourself from your dates’ gazes. 

Sirius looked like he was going to make a teasing remark when Lily elbowed him. 

“Do you like sweets? Why don’t we head to Honeydukes; Moony needs to restock his chocolate stash anyway.” James offered jovially, turning towards the direction of the sweets shop without waiting to see if anyone was following him.

Sirius winked at a blushing Remus as he and Lily followed James and Sirius offered you his hand.

“Come on; I’ll buy you a pack of those sugar quills you like.” He said as he swung your hands between the two of you playfully, slowly following your little group towards the shop.

“How d’you know I like sugar quills?” You asked quietly, earning you a snort from the black-haired boy. 

“Do you know Lily’s favourite lolly flavour?”

You felt your cheeks heat but nodded. “Cherry.”

He made a quiet proud sound as he carried on. “And James? What does he like from Honeydukes?”

“Jelly Slugs - particularly the watermelon flavour.”

Sirius hummed in acknowledgement and bumped into you before continuing to swing your arms together. “And mine?” He asked; and if you weren’t mistaken, there was a hint of vulnerability in the notoriously cocky boy's voice. 

You smiled up at him at that. “The Peppermint Toads.”

That caused him to beam at you, looking down at your lips before his brows furrowed slightly and he dropped his gaze shyly to his boots.

“And how do you know our favourite sweets?”

You grumbled and went to pull your hand away from him, but he held fast. “Because I’m a creepy tosser.”

He let out an offended scoff at that and pulled you over to him, tickling at your sides in punishment. “You are not a creepy tosser, you little minx!” 

He relented his attack on your sides as you fought to catch your breath; staring up into his silver gaze in anticipation - for what? You weren’t sure. 

“Is it because, perhaps, you fancy us?” He offered. 

You lowered your head to his chest; embarrassed at being known, perceived, caught in your obvious affections for them - notwithstanding the fact that you’d actually accepted an invitation for a date with them which should have tipped them off anyways. 

“So,” Sirius continued, resting his chin on top of your head and pulling you in tighter to his chest. “Shouldn’t we know the same of you if we were to fancy you?”

You sucked in a deep breath - definitely not savouring the smell of sandalwood and mint emanating from Sirius’ chest - and pulled away.

“It would have been quite brash of me to assume so many Gryffindor’s could possibly fancy me.” You admitted quietly as you carried on towards the shop where James was waiting rather impatiently as Lily tried to convince him to stand still. 

“Then be brash, darling.” Sirius drawled. “‘Cause it’s true.”

“Don’t kill the poor thing before we’ve a chance to spoil her, Pads.” James called as Lily and Remus smiled at you.

“I’m not, I’m not.” Sirius grumbled as he swatted James’ arse and all but forced him into the store.

“Can’t believe you didn’t kiss her.” Lily hissed as they walked ahead of you and Remus.

“I was nervous!” You heard Sirius whisper back.

“Nervous!?” James and Lily bawked; you and Remus sharing a shy, awkward smile as you pretended you couldn’t hear them.

“Come with me.” Remus finally offered, motioning towards the wall of Chocolate Frogs with his head as he took your hand. “We’ll find them later.”

You and Remus walked through the aisles as he told you stories of Sirius, James, and Peter trying each and every one of the sweets (even the silly ones). Apparently, they learned Peter was allergic to earthworms due to an unfortunate selection of Berties Botts Every-Flavour Beans.

“How was that the thing that tipped him off? Did he never try picking one up as a kid?” You asked through a laugh.

“Right? What kid doesn’t spend time making mud pies and catching earthworms? We figured just for that, the sod almost deserved to go anaphylactic.” Remus joked with no real malice. 

You approached a stand of sample chocolates that caught Remus’ eye.

“Hm, nutmeg Cauldron Cakes; that looks good.” You commented as you considered the pastries.

Remus’ mouth tipped up in a mischievous smile as he quickly picked up one of the small samples and held it in front of you.

“Open.” 

You stared at him dumbly. “I…I’m sorry?”

His smirk only grew as he kept his eyes on your lips. “Open.” He instructed again.

Not willing to stand here with a pastry held in front of your face asking stupid questions any longer, you acquiesced and allowed Remus to feed you the pastry. 

He moved, likely slower than necessary, and just as you went to close your mouth, he paused his movements and slowly slid his thumb between your lips, pulling your bottom lip down as he went.

You didn’t realise you’d been standing there in shock until he raised an expectant eyebrow at you, prompting you to chew the treat now sitting idly on your tongue. 

“Good girl.” 

Merlin’s fucking tits, he was going to make you choke.

Apparently you weren't the only one, if the sound of James’ strangled groan echoing from where he, Sirius, and Lily had been standing and staring at the two of you.

James looked like he couldn’t tell which of you he was most jealous of, Sirius stood staring with his eyebrows up near his hair line and his mouth wide open, and Lily watched with a knowing smirk adorning her face. 

“Was it good?” James whispered over to you.

You nodded dumbly, looking up at Remus as if you were somehow asking for his agreement.

“Better let me confirm.” He murmured as he leaned down; one hand cradling the back of your head and the other tilting your chin up to meet his lips, though he stopped just before they connected. 

You could feel the gentle puffs of Remus' breath hitting your lips from where your eyes were glued to his mouth. When it became obvious you were at a stalemate, your eyes flitted up to meet him.

His eyes were on yours as they danced with a mixture of mischief and questions.

Questions.

...“Is it okay if she kisses you, pretty girl?”...

And you weren’t a Gryffindor; you weren’t brave or bold, nor were you daring. But dammit, you were a Hufflepuff; you had a propensity for hard work, and you could do hard things!

So, you let your eyes fall back to Remus’ lips before you closed the distance between you two.

You felt him smile into the kiss before he deepened it, finally pulling away with a pleased hum though he kept his hands on either side of your face. 

“She wasn’t lying, Prongs; it was good.” He called over, gaze never leaving your face.

You heard what you could only imagine was Sirius’ boot stomping petulantly from his place as Lily barked a laugh at him. “I was this close to being the second one to kiss her!”

You dropped your head into Remus’ chest only for him to chuckle as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Better luck next time, Pads.” He taunted.

You officially knew your suspicions were correct: the Gryffindor’s really were trying to kill you.

[rose-of-the-grave]

Smells Like Heaven

Pairing: Lily x James

I've always loved reading fics where amortentia comes into play so, since I've started posted my writing on here, I've finally broken down and written one of my own. Hope y'all like it! I'm the author (please don't repost <3

Masterlist. Read on Ao3

Warnings: Amortentia

Word Count: 3,187

Description: During Potions Lily and James are paired together to make Amortentia. Lily ends up reevaluating things because of what she smelled.

May 18th, 6th year

Students were hurriedly shuffling through the halls of Hogwarts, hoping to not be deducted house points if they were late. It was a nice day outside, the sky a beautiful shade of blue with only a few wisps of clouds in sight. The birds were chirping and the trees were swaying in the breeze.

None of this was noticed however, by one such student. A Gryffindor who was rushing to get to her next class. It was the last class of the day, Potions. Lily loved her classes but this was one class that she was dreading for one reason and one reason only. Potter. They had been assigned to each other and Professor Slughorn did not allow students to ask for changes.

It had only been a week since they had been partnered together but he had already gotten on her nerves. Because of his father, he was exceptionally talented in Potions. It was most likely the only class he really tried in. This unfortunately meant that he would occasionally hog the table and start mixing ingredients without even glancing at the instructions.

Lily was used to trying her hardest in class so having Potter try to do everything was unwelcome. After all, how was she supposed to learn if he did everything himself?

The very thought darkened her mood. The halls had started to thin out when she reached the door to Professor Slughorn's classroom. Lily just barely slid into her seat before class started. Her table mate looked up at her, he was probably about to make some remark about her being nearly late and how unusual that was. He was halted by the sound of their teacher.

"Alright, class. Today we are going to be brewing this potion that I have before me. Can anyone tell me what it is?" Slughorn asked, his voicing booming.

Someone answered, "Amortentia."

She heard a rustle. Peeking out from the side of her eye she quickly identified the cause. Potter just kept on moving. Small movements really, almost unnoticeable. But she noticed.

As if from far away she heard their teacher ask someone else about the potion. She faced forward, giving Professor Slughorn her full attention. Focusing on the instructions she turned her potions book to the correct page and took a look at the ingredients.

Lily tried, she really did. But the fidgeting was getting on her last nerve. Every small noise aggravated her more.

Finally, that last nerve snapped. "Would you please quit doing that Potter?"

He had been looking over at another table. Finally looking at her he apologized.

"Sorry, I'm just worried."

"Why?" Before he could respond she followed where his gaze had been only moments before. "Oh. Where's Remus?"

"I don't know. He said he wasn't feeling well at lunch but I don't know what happened afterwards. He said he was fine and that we shouldn't worry." His forehead scrunched up a bit, worry lines becoming prominent on his forehead.

Both of them knew that it would be near impossible to leave class and check up on there mutual friend. Knowing that they both silently agreed to start brewing the potion. The two of them worked in tandem, chopping this and slicing that. An unspoken agreement hanging in the air.

A few tables over, Sirius was doing the same thing, going out of his mind with worry.

When everybody had properly brewed their potion and their professor had signed off, everybody was told to smell their potion and tell their partner what scents they could identify.

They were about to do this when, finally, Remus walked in. Bags hung heavy under his eyes and looking exhausted. He was here.

"Five points from Gryffindor for tardiness, Mr. Lupin. Please, take your seat. Mr. Black will fill you in on what you have missed."

Nodding, he walked over to where Sirius sat and plopped down in the other seat.

Finally knowing that Remus was nearby, Lily and James turned to the task in front of them. They both sniffed the air near them trying to identify what they were smelling.

"Okay, I can go first." Lily offered.

"Go ahead."

"Okay, I smell..." She took a small sniff. "Freshly baked cookies, coffee, and..Are you sure this potion is working?"

"Yeah, why?"

"No reason." She said quickly, shaking her head, her cheeks already a bit pink. How could she tell him, the boy she's claimed to hate, all she can smell is him. A heady mix of sweat, cologne, and fresh air. Thinking quickly she said the first thing that came to mind.

"I also smell grass." That wasn't exactly a lie, she could. But it wasn't coming from the potion it was coming from her robes from when she had been sitting outside on the lawn. It was faint but she could still just barely smell it. Hopefully he couldn't.

"Okay, your turn. What do you smell?" She deflected. The longer his focus was on her the more uneasy she felt.

"Pumpkin juice, flowers, and strawberries." He looked at her when he said that last one.

She nodded absentmindedly and looked around the classroom. Everyone seemed like they had also finished.

Slughorn, having seen that everybody had finished, told them all to leave early. He assigned a short essay on Amortentia, its history and different uses.

"Go. It's a nice day outside. Enjoy!"

Everybody quickly gathered their things and shuffled out of the classroom. Lily could hear everybody discussing their summer plans. Ignoring James, she got up and walked out into the corridor.

She had almost reached the end of it when he caught up to her.

“Walk together?” He asked.

She nodded.

They walked together in silence. Uneasiness filled Lily. She had no idea how to act around him now that she had realized she fancied him. They had never really hung out together alone. They were always in the common room or the great hall or in class. Not to mention she had swore she hated him for years.

Now? She wasn't so sure.

*They weren’t friends, that much she knew, so how was she going to tell him that she could smell him in the amortentia? How could she tell him when she could hardly wrap her own mind around it? She didn’t know.

The two of them had just reached the entrance to the Gryffindor common room when James stopped and turned to look at her. His brows were furrowed and he looked like he wanted to say something. 

After standing there waiting impatiently, Lily asked, “Well? What is it?”

“What’s what?”

“You’ve clearly got something to say so come on. Let’s hear it. Spit it out.” She was growing more and more annoyed with every second he hesitated.

He sighed, “You lied.”

“What?”

“In class. You were lying when you said that you could smell grass.”

“No, I wasn’t,” she replied, her eyes flashing furiously. Yes, she may have lied but that doesn’t mean he has to call her out on it. At least he’d had the good grace to do it in private.

“Yes, you were. Whenever you lie, you do that thing.” He twirled his hand.

Lily raised a brow,skeptical, “That thing?”

“You know. That thing where you twirl your hair. You do it every time you get nervous or lie. I remember when that Hufflepuff asked you out two weeks ago and you told them that you were really busy that night when you had nothing going on.”

She gasped, affronted. “I was busy!”

“Yeah, studying for a test that wasn’t for three weeks. You still have a week to get ready for it. One night would not have been the end of the world.”

Yes, although she was loath to admit it and would never dare say it to his face, he was right. She was just trying to let him down gently. He looked really nervous and she didn’t have the heart to hurt him.

“I wasn’t lying. Not about smelling the grass.”

“So you were lying to him! I knew it.” He looked so pleased. Of course he did. He managed to get her to allude to lying only about the grass.

“You know nothing of the kind. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going in.” She turned away from him, her hair floated through the air, accompanying the motion. The scent of her shampoo wafted over to him.

Strawberries.

Watching as she stepped through the doorway all James could think about was her. He had had a crush on her for years but whenever he asked her out, albeit somewhat jokingly after a while just to prove a point, he hadn’t taken it too hard. Or at least that’s what he would tell himself. Even though he expected her to say no there was always a small part of him that hoped against the odds and with every rejection that small part of him died.

Maybe, just maybe he would learn his lesson next year and not ask her out again.

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November 12th, 7th year

“Aaaaand Gryffindor wins against Slytherin with 270 points!”

It had been yet another win for Gryffindor and against Slytherin no less. Even though it still wasn’t that late yet and students were allowed in the halls it seemed as if the entirety of Gryffindor house was in the common room dancing, laughing and, in a few instances, singing horribly.

Lily was sitting near a window trying to get some fresh air. Over on the opposite side of the room James and Sirius were reenacting the match for some third years who were in awe of them. She watched them with a fond smile on her face. She and James had become somewhat friends in the past few months. Over the summer they had exchanged letters after finding out that they would be head boy and girl together. A tentative friendship had flourished between them and she had been delighted to discover that it was just as strong when they met again face to face on the platform at the beginning of the year.

It was nice finally being friends. Unfortunately she still couldn’t forget about that one day in Potions. It had kept her up all night for weeks at the end of the school year. Once they no longer saw each other everyday it got better but now? Now she felt as if she were being tortured. Being friends meant she got to see another side of him, a side that she really liked. She had no idea how to process it though.

“So Lily, when are you going to tell him?”

She looked over at her friend, Marlene.

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

“Oh please. Lils, whenever you look at him, or hear his name or even think about you get heart eyes.”

“I do not!”

“Do too! You gaze into the distance and smile. I was afraid you’d eat the poor boy alive yesterday at breakfast. If you look at him much more he’ll think you’ve gone mad. We can all tell that you like him and he’s clearly been into you for years. The only one who hasn’t noticed is Potter. Why don't you just get it over with and tell him?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’m nervous.”

“What’s there to be nervous about? There is exactly zero chance of him rejecting you.”

“You don’t know that. Maybe last year that would have been right but now? We’re friends, we get along really well. I don’t want to ruin that. Besides, he usually would have asked me out by now. He always does. What if he’s finally given up? What if he’s moved on?”

“He hasn’t.”

“Yes, he has.”

“No, he hasn’t.”

“Says who?”

“The look in his eyes when he’s looking at you.” She retorted. Then, pausing to think, she followed it up with another thought. “Have you considered maybe he stopped asking you out for the same reason you don’t want to tell him? Maybe neither one of you wants to ruin this friendship.”

Then, looking over Lily’s shoulder, Marlene’s eyes widened and she rushed away with a frantic, “Bye!”

Staring after her best friend Lily thought about what she had just said. Was it possible that he didn’t want to wreck their friendship either? And if so how can she make it clear to him that she likes him back?

“Hey!”

Turning to face the cause of her woes, she plastered on a smile that hopefully would hide her inner panic.

“Hi.”

“What are you doing over here?” He asked.

“Trying to get some fresh air, it was too crowded over there.” She motioned to the throng of people celebrating.

“Yeah, me too.”

“Really?” She was, understandably, skeptical. “What about all of your fans? They were too much for you?”

He laughs, acknowledging that she had a point.

“So, are you?” He asks.

“Am I what?” She inquires, looking out into the crowd before letting her gaze once more land on him again.

“Getting fresh air?”

She grins sheepishly, admitting, “No, not really.”, though she makes no move to actually accomplish what she said she was trying to do.

“I know somewhere that’s probably a little less crowded if you want some fresh air.”

She arched a brow at him.

He rushed to assure her of his intended meaning. “No! I didn’t mean. Sorry, that came out weird. I meant that we could go up to the Astronomy Tower if you wanted.” 

Lily smiles and nods.

Walking together, they weave through the crowd towards the door. Once they are out in the corridor it is a bit of a shock to them both just how many people are still out an about. 

Lily can spot a handful of Ravenclaws carrying some books who clearly just finished studying in the library. A few stairs down there’s a Hufflepuff waiting patiently for the stairs to come back to their landing. Even after all of these years Hogwarts still amazes her a bit. It’s nowhere near the sheer amount of wonder that the castle had filled her with as a child but it still never ceases to amaze her.

The pair navigate their way to the corridor that leads to the based of the tower. Climbing up the stairs they soon find themselves at the top. The sun is falling just past the horizon, a beautiful crimson color filling the sky. In the distance Lily swears she can hear an owl hoot. Looking out she can see almost the entire grounds. It’s absolutely magnificent.

Inhaling softly, the cool night breeze floods her senses. The air is cool and crisp, a sign that they were probably getting close to the first snowfall of the winter.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it.” She observes breathlessly.

“Yes, it is”

Glancing over at her companion she is met with a pair of eyes staring right back at her. Blushing a bit she smiles at him. This. This is the perfect moment. Their alone and if he does end up rejecting her she can go back to the common room and wake up the next morning and pretend it never happened.

Unsure exactly how to bring it up, she looks away. How exactly do you smoothly start a conversation about something that happened months ago? It wouldn’t seem natural. What happened that day has weighed heavily on her mind but he’s probably forgotten all about it by now.

Deciding to just just get it over with, she starts by asking, “James?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember in Potions when we made Amortentia?”

Of course he did. How could he forget? Practically all he could smell was the scent of her shampoo. 

Cautiously, he responds affirmatively.

“Well, afterwards you asked if I lied.” Not his proudest moment, he must admit. “I told you that I didn’t and you never really brought it up again.” She bit her lip, her eyes looking everywhere, anywhere except him. “I wasn’t exactly lying, just to be clear, but I didn’t smell just grass. I could also smell fresh air, sweat, and,” She gulped. “Your cologne.”

Neither of them spoke for a moment. Lily was fidgeting a bit, unsure of what to say or do. She eventually settled on looking at her shoes. James, meanwhile, was similarly unsure. He had spent years crushing on her but it had all been good fun. Except for the first few times he never expected her to say yes when he asked her out. Similarly, he never expected her to like him like that. Then again, he didn’t think he even had a chance of being friends. He could hardly believe his ears. His crush of over five years had just admitted she liked him back.

“Really?” He had to be sure.

She sighed, looking over her shoulder. “Why else would I tell you?”

She had him there. Still, it was unbelievable. Not just improbable but impossible.

“So, you like me?”

At this point Lily is getting annoyed. How much clearer does she have to be?

“Yes. I like you. As in I don’t want to be just friends anymore.”

She takes a step closer to him. Inhaling sharply, he looks her in the eyes. He has a dazed, deer in the headlights, sort of expression. Hesitantly, Lily lifts a hand up slowly to make sure it’s okay. Finally, the palm of her hand grazes his cheek. James tilts his head a bit, leaning into her touch.

She reaches up onto the tips of her toes, her movements unhurried, a complete contrast to her racing heartbeat. Then, after what feels like hours, her lips just barely brush his. The feel of her lips on his seems to jerk him out of his dazed state. Surging forward, he kisses her. Gently, at first, but with passion. They get lost in the feeling.

Both of Lily’s hands move up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. He moans into her mouth at her actions, spurring her onward. Wrapped up in the midst of the kiss they both barely registered the first soft flurry. It wasn’t until more fell on their faces that they pulled apart. Snow had started to fall signaling the start of winter.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“So, do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

Lily nodded.

“Great.” He said with a smile.

The air between them felt thick with awkwardness and tension. 

“Do you want to go back?” He asked.

“And face Marlene saying ‘I told you so’? No. We can watch the snow fall for a bit, if you want.”

“Why not.”

And so they sat down on the cold stone, huddled together for warmth, arms wrapped around each other, watching the snow fall gracefully, covering the grounds in a white blanket. When Lily and James eventually went back to the dormitories, their cheeks tinged pink from the cold but smiling from ear to ear, the party had calmed down and almost everybody had gone to bed. Saying goodnight, they both went to bed anticipating their first date.

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 10

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count:1843

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Annnddd I’m back! so I know it’s been a while since the last update and I just wanna thank you all for having patience with me while I finished up with college, just a warning this chapter may feel a little awkward to read due to me just getting back into my writing mind so apologises in advance for this one. Anyways I’ll quit blabbering, Enjoy everyone! :)

This was my day of reckoning, my punishment for all the bad deeds I’d done over the past couple of years…I was finally being sent to school. Okay maybe that was a tad dramatic, but can you blame me? I mean who wants to be trapped in a building against their will for 7 hours straight learning about dead guys?! No sane person would willingly agree to that crap!

I’ve tried just about everything to avoid my approaching doom, hell I even went as far as hiding in the basement surrounded by cobwebs to try and get out of this, but as per usual neither Steve or Bucky took mercy on me, hence why in currently trapped between the two. “You are aware I’m perfectly capable of walkin’ by myself aren’t ya? The looping of the arms is not needed boys” I swear down these two are being more annoying than usual, and I didn’t think that was humanly possible cause these two are basically the living embodiment of annoyance. Steve turned and raised his eyebrows at me, shaking his head as he let out a small laugh, “Yeah there’s absolutely no way I’m fallin’ for that again, last time that happened it look me and Buck an hour to get you outta that tree”. Ah crap there goes that plan.

I’m pretty sure the noise I made wasn’t even human, it was a mix between a seal and a possessed monkey “I’m not gonna get outta this am I?” “Nope” and que another frustrated groan. “Is this payback for the time I placed that bucket of flour above your bedroom door and watched the both of you turn into ghosts? If it is then I want you to know I regret nothin’” both of them stopped and glared at me, for some reason they didn’t find that as funny as I did, and I have no idea why. Okay whatever you do y/n don’t laugh, even if Steve’s face looks like a slapped arse don’t laugh! A snicker slipped past my lips and a few seconds later I was full on laughin’.  Goddamn it.

Both of em just let out a bunch of sighs and started draggin’ my butt along the street, wait there’s somethin’ I haven’t tried yet…in hindsight this is completely stupid but screw it. “OH MY GOD LOOK A SPACESHIP!” I’m pretty sure poor Bucky jumped outta his skin, Steve ended up trippin’ up and falling down, I’ll admit that I felt bad about but hey may plan worked! So why am I still standin’ there?… maybe we try this thing called running y/n! I quickly pulled my arm away from Bucky and used my new-found freedom to run in the opposite direction of them, I could hear the shouts of protest from the both of them, so I decided to kindly ignore them and absolutely leg it.  “GODAMMN IT Y/N! THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME THIS MORNIN’!” when were the boys gonna catch on that I didn’t wanna go? Do I need to prepare a firework show and blast it in their faces or somethin’…probably.  

I know I probably shouldn’t be smiling, but the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as my feet hit the ground made me feel free, after so many years I could finally begin acting my age and enjoy my childhood. I finally felt content with my life, which is probably the opposite of what I should be feeling at this moment in time, considering I was currently making my grand escape. And to completely honest I’ve got no bloody clue as to where I am. I glanced behind me to see where the hell those idiots were, to my surprise Steve was directly behind me, Buck was somewhere in the back holdin’ his knee and I’m guessing the daft sod decked it. Why am I not surprised? Okay maybe I should of kept my mouth shut cause literally a second later my foot tripped over a rock and, you guessed correctly, I landed on my ass for the thousandth time!

“Sh*t! Cr*p! B*lls! That f**king hurt!” and that ladies and gentlemen is my fine command of the queens English, a groan of pain made me loose my train of thought as I turned my head to Steve, to put it simply he was laid flat on his back with his eye closed. Well there’s the rush of guilt I’ve been waiting for, “Sh*t Steve I’m sorry, you okay down there tough guy?” I quickly offered him my hand to help him up, I mean it’s the least I could do. Steve’s hand grabbed mine, a not so quiet grunt of pain made me feel even worse, quick question why am I such an assh*le at times? “Yeah, I’m fine y/n, don’t worry about it you know for a fact I’ve had worse” a quiet sigh left my lips as I brought him in for a hug, which was a tiny bit awkward due to the height difference. Once we pulled away from each other, I couldn’t supress the need to check him for anymore injuries, much to Steve’s embarrassment and Bucky’s amusement, “Jesus I’m gonna have to start wrapping ya up in blankets and pillows, Steve how the hell did you manage to get a bruise on your ear?!”

The sudden gasp behind me pretty much answered the question for me, it’s safe to say barney boy is in trouble…for the first in my life Bucky looks pretty f**king terrified of me, perfect. Slowly I started inching towards him, the glare I was sending him would probably make a demon cry for his mum…so yeah imma go kill the boy. I didn’t even have to say anything, he just started runnin’, “IT’S NOT MY FAULT HE STOLE MY FR**KING PUDDIN’ AND THE PUNK KNOWS I LOVE MY PUDDIN!’” YEP DEFINITELY KILLIN’ HIM “HE IS A SMALL AND GENTLE BOY HOW IN THE NAME OF HELL CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF LAYIN’ A HAND ON ‘IM?!” god this sounds like a bleeding soap opera.

 At this point I wouldn’t be surprised of someone called the cops on us, all everyone woulda seen was a big lad runnin’ for his life as a small lass tried to murder him while a smaller lad ran after the pair yellin’ for em to quit it.  Now that I think about, that’s actually hilarious. Wait, where was I? ah yes the murdering of one James Barnes…okay that is not a normal sentence I am aware. “HE.STOLE.MY.PUDDIN’! THAT A CRIME WORTHY OF DEATH!” oh for f**ksake “HOW THE HELL DO YA KNOW IT WAS HIM?! DID YOU NOT THINK IT COULDA BE BECCA?!” I think he made a sudden realisation, cause the dumbass stopped running and BOOM I was on the freakin’ floor. Again. We both groaned, mine was mostly in annoyance more than anything, but seriously the bloody floor is quickly becoming me best mate! “…. It just dawned on me that that could be a possibility…” if my neck twisted any quicker I’m 100% sure that I’d end up doin’ that weird owl thing “Oh now you realise?! Ya gonna say sorry to Steve or not?” a few seconds of silence gave me my answer. “Don’t give me that look y/n! I ain’t doing s**t till I’ve got some evidence so he’s still under my list of suspects!” oh my Jesus Christ this is gonna be the day I get arrested for murder isn’t it?

“Barnaby…you have exactly five seconds to run for your life so I highly recommend you get your affairs in order and kiss ya ass goodbye” oh hey look at that I didn’t yell at him! Well done me I’m so proud! “could you two quit trying to kill each other for 5 minutes?! We’re already late enough as is it and I ain’t explainin’ to the teacher why Buck’s outta it on the floor!” my f**kin god Steve just yelled! At me! why do I never have a camera when this s**t happens?  “Jeez, alright I’ll murder him later, calm your damn t*ts Rogers” and cue the sound of barely contained frustration in 3,2,1….

“I’m beginning to get the feelin’ that you don’t like me y/n” oh really? I wonder what gave that away “wow you catch on quickly don’t ya Barnaby?” by the looks of things I’m really doing wonders for his ego, buck’s head looks like it’s gotten smaller so the risk of him turning into a hot air balloon’s gone down. The feeling of a pair of eyes glaring at the back of my head once again reminded me that the blonde boy was quickly getting tired of our crap, my worst fears were confirmed once I met Steve’s surprisingly intimidating glare…how he manages to be both adorable and beyond f**king terrifying is a mystery to me. “Okay I’m comin’ just stop staring at me like I just murdered your kitten!” and the little s**t has the nerve to smirk and look pleased with himself, ugh he’s been hanging ‘round me and Bucky too long that’s for sure.

“Ya know Buck and you are gonna be the death of me” right do I be offended or pleased with that statement? “actually, if anything it’s gonna be the pair of you that send me to an early grave cause god knows the both of ya don’t know how to stay outta trouble” two muffled sounds of protest came from my left and from behind me, “what’s that supposed to mean?!” once again the point has been missed “do you really wanna know the answer to that? I’ve got my report and presentation ready on how you two are a pair of numpties”.

Maybe that was a tad harsh…okay wait never mind it seems I’ve learned how to fly again with the assistance of one James Buchannan Barnes. “this is coming from the girl who can’t walk five feet without fallin’ over somethin’?” as much as I hate to admit it the walking embodiment of frustration and annoyance has a point “what you call fallin’ I call floor hugs, now how about you pUT ME DOWN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!” wait when did Steve walk off? See this is what happens when an overgrown ape demands attention. I don’t even have to look at Buck to know he’s givin’ me that look that says, “what the hell?” and “I’m not surprised by this” at the same time, “Nah I don’t think that’s gonna happen doll” the temptation to kick ‘im where the sun doesn’t shine is too much to bare for me at this point. “And you wonder why I love Steve more that you” Buck’s face kinda looked like someone just shoved a whole lemon in his mouth, I’m almost certain that he woulda dropped me on my ass if it wasn’t for the fact that Steve came over and dragged us both through the gates of hell.

This is gonna be so much fun!……said no-one ever.  

Okay…maybe it didn’t suck as much a thought it did, hopefully my skills as a writer will come back for the next couple of chapters XD Thanks for reading ! :)

Rose xxx

[quietpoeticheart]

Fluffy

Summary: After weeks of noticing changes in Bucky, Eden, his girlfriend finally gets to the root of his new behavior and tries to fix it before it damages him permanently.

Paring: Chubby Bucky Barnes x Black! OC

Word Count: 2250

Warnings: Low self esteem, slight eating disorder (I'm not sure what to call it), lots and lots of fluff, lots of feelings

A/N: I've never written a chubby Bucky fic before but I had the idea and it wouldn't leave so now we have this. It really wasn't supposed to be this long but I ended up loving Eden and Bucky so much that it ended up being longer than anticipated but I'm not complaining cause its cute and I'm a such a sucker for soft Bucky Enjoy!!!!!

Recently, Eden had noticed a concerning change in Bucky's behavior. It had started three weeks ago. The first change had been his clothes, when they were going out for a walk.

"Buck, are you ready?" Eden called. They were supposed to leave over half an hour ago but Bucky was taking forever to get ready.

"I'm coming now doll." Bucky yelled. When he exited their bedroom and entered the living room, Eden looked him up and down quizzically, raising her eyebrows. He was wearing a thick oversized sweater with a bulky jacket over it.

"Babe, are you sure that's what you wanna wear?" Eden was taken aback by his outfit choice, it was July for Christ's sake

Bucky nodded.

"Buck, its sweltering outside. It's the middle of summer, why don't you take off the jacket?"

"I'm fine with what I'm wearing Edie. Let's just go." Bucky insisted. Eden sighed and resigned the matter, thinking that he was simply feeling more self conscious than usual about his arm.

The next incident had been when they'd gone to the beach.

"Buck, are you coming in the water?"

Bucky had lowered his sunglasses to look at her and shook his head "I think I'll stay here and watch you, if you don't mind."

Eden frowned at him. Of course she minded, he'd been the one to suggest going to the beach to combat the heatwave that'd been sweeping New York. She'd pulled out her new yellow bikini that made her brown skin pop even more, taken out her wig and left her natural hair loose and driven here only for him to change his mind.

"James, you made us come here and now you don't want to go swim. You know what? I'll go by myself since it's clearly too much to ask of you."

Eden turned away from him and stalked down the sand towards the sea. She wasn't going to do this. When she was halfway there, she heard Bucky's voice.

"Edie wait." He was jogging to catch up with her. "I'll come with you."

She rolled her eyes and kept walking. Bucky grabbed her arm and pulled her into him for a kiss. Turning her head away, she frowned at him again.

"I'm still mad at you."

"I know doll, how about I get you ice cream later to make up for it?"

She tip toed to meet his height and pressed a kiss to his lips, "Deal, now let's go."

Bucky wrapped his hand in hers and began walking again.

Eden looked at him, "Aren't you going to take off your shirt?"

"Nope." He said. It struck her as odd but she didn't question it. The beach was crowded and she assumed he didn't want people to see his scars which was understandable.

The next change that took place was the one that raised the most concern, a change in his eating habits.

They'd gone out for dinner that night at their favorite restaurant. When the waiter came to take your orders, Bucky said, "I'll have the Ceasar salad."

This was alarming, James Buchanan Barnes was not the kind of man that ordered salads as a meal.

"A salad babe?" She asked, trying to make sense of what was going on.

"Oh, yeah, I'm not too hungry tonight I guess." Bucky mumbled.

"Are you sure? We can always change your order." Eden pressed. She knew her boyfriend well enough to know that a salad was never gonna satisfy him.

"Eden, doll, I'm fine."

She didn't want to push the matter to upset him so she left it alone.

This change worsened over the next couple of weeks going from him eating salads and fruit to him skipping meals entirely. She had to admit, the multitude of excuses he could come up with was impressive.

"Y/N, I'm not hungry."

"I ate before I came home."

"I have work to do, I'll eat later."

"I'll eat at work."

"I grabbed food with the boys earlier."

After that, came refusing to take pictures with you.

There was this French inspired teashop that had recently opened that she'd been begging Bucky to carry her to and eventually he'd caved.

While you where there, she decided that she'd take a few pictures for Instagram.

"Hey Buck." Eden called

"Yeah Edie?"

"You wanna take pictures with me for Instagram?"

"I don't think so baby." Bucky shook his head, his hair flying in his face.

She expected him to say yes, he loved taking pictures with her. All over their apartment was littered with various Polaroids and framed images of you two over the course of their relationship. He'd never said no before and she were astonished.

"But why baby?" Eden pouted prettily at him, hoping it'd change his mind.

"I just don't want to today."

"Is it because you think I don't look pretty?" She had to admit to yourself that this was a new low, trying to guilt trip him by jumping to conclusions but she were desperate to know why all of a sudden the majority of his mannerisms had changed.

Bucky was absolutely bewildered by your response.

"Eden doll, you look stunning, I just don't want any pictures."

Well, you did look good and weren't going to pass up an opportunity to get good pictures so you let it go

"Fine, but you're gonna take pictures of me then."

Then there was tonight.

"Bucky!" Eden called, her stilettos clacking noisily on the marble tiles, "Hurry up, we're gonna be late."

"Eden, I'm feeling sick, just go without me." He called back from your bedroom.

At this point, she was frustrated. This was an important charity event that the company she worked for was hosting and even though Bucky hated those events, he'd agreed to come but now was suddenly too sick to attend.

She'd had enough of his weird behavior the past few weeks and she was going to give him a piece of her mind.

She walked into the room prepared to tell him off, but what she saw wasn't what was expected.

Bucky was sitting on your bed, tie in his hand, facing your full length mirror, crying his eyes out.

"Buck." She called out.

He jumped, even though he'd been expecting her to come, she'd startled him.

"Hey, Edie" Bucky said.

She walked over and sat next to him on the bed, "Buck, what's wrong?"

"Nothing sweetheart."

Black don't crack but this boy was gonna give her wrinkles with the amount of glaring she was doing right now "James Barnes, if nothing is wrong, then why are you crying?"

This only seemed to make him cry even more.

"Baby, c'mon tell me what's wrong?"

Bucky shook his head. Eden wrapped her arms around Bucky and pulled him into her. As he buried his head in her chest, she gently stroked his hair, trying to soothe him.

Eventually, he raised his head, "Your dress is all wet, I'm sorry."

Pressing a kiss to his tear streaked cheek, she smiled gently at him, "It's okay my love."

"No it's not. Why are you so nice to me?"

Eden was perplexed, she was usually the needy one, aggravating Bucky every couple hours to reassure her that he'd love her even if she were a worm. He'd never needed validation but if that's what he needed now, she'd write him a book. She'd do anything to make him happy again.

"Because you're my handsome boyfriend and I love you."

At that, Bucky promptly burst into tears again.

"No no no baby, don't cry. Just tell me what's wrong James."

"I'm not handsome Eden." His voice sounded pained as he said it. She decided to try again

"You're right baby, you're sexy."

"I'm not, I'm fat." He blurted out before burying his face in his hands.

That's when it clicked. Everything that he'd been doing had stemmed from this insecurity, but she didn't know where it came from, he'd never spoken about himself like that. Bucky may not have had an ego but he knew that he was attractive.

Eden felt like crap actually for ignoring all the signs over the weeks and coming up with reasons, instead of asking him about it. There was nothing she could do now besides try her best to talk to him about it.

"You're not fat baby."

"Yes I am"

"James look at me."

When he refused, she took his chin and gently raised it so he could look you in the eyes, "Bucky, you're the most handsome guy I've ever seen."

Bucky pulled himself away from her and stood in front of her gesturing to his belly that was slightly straining against the fabric of his shirt,

"Look at me Eden, I'm chubby."

She raked her eyes over his figure. It was true that he'd put on a few pounds and instead of its usual firm shape, his stomach was now soft and slightly pillowy but it didn't take away from his attractiveness, it added to it.

"Baby, you're not chubby."

"Then what would you call this Eden?" He cried out almost frustratingly.

"Fluffy."

Bucky looked at her incredulously, "Fluffy?"

Eden nodded, "Fluffy like a cloud or a pillow or an adorable bunny rabbit."

If looks could kill, the glare Bucky gave her in that moment would have annihilated her instantly.

"I'm a man Eden, I'm not supposed to be adorable or fluffy."

Now it was her turn to glare at him. She made a mental reminder to rub her face with some cocoa butter later to prevent wrinkles.

"Who says that men can't be adorable?"

"That's...just how it is Eden." Bucky sighed. He hated feeling like this, weak and insecure, he was supposed to be the one taking care of Edie but here she was having to baby him.

"No it's not James. Who told you that?"

"No one." Bucky's answer came way too suddenly and Eden knew he was lying.

"Bucky..."

"Fine, it was Brock. He told me that I was getting tubby and that I didn't deserve you because you're so much more better looking than I am and that you'd realise that soon enough and leave me because you wanted a man that could take care of you." Bucky burst into tears again.

He felt so ashamed of himself for crying so much in front of Eden but he couldn't help it. He'd bottled up these feelings inside for weeks and now it was all spilling out.

Eden was furious. She'd always known that Brock was an asshole but to go to this length to tear down Bucky's self esteem and convince him that she was gonna leave him, was too far and she made a mental note to punch him the next day that she saw him at work for making her boyfriend cry.

"Baby I'll never leave you. I've been with you for four years and I'm not going anywhere. Your attractiveness does not decrease because you gained a little weight. I'm with you because you love and respect me not because you're hot. You are worthy of me James and you always will be."

Eden leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his stomach. It was warm and soft and she loved it, she loved all of him, just the way he was and she just hoped that he would see that.

"Are you sure that you don't mind?"

"Yup."

"You promise you'll never leave me?" Bucky's voice was almost childlike. He still found it a little hard to believe that, Eden didn't mind. He'd always known that her heart was big but her accepting him even when he couldn't accept himself, meant so much to him.

"I promise."

"And you still think I'm attractive?"

Eden giggled, "Still as hot as the day I met you."

For the first time that night Bucky smiled and it warmed her heart to see it.

Bucky sat next to her and pulled her onto his lap to straddle him, kissing her neck, "I love you Eden."

"I love you too James."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you how I was feeling. We could've prevented all of this." Despite all the joy, he had in that moment, there was also a lingering sense of regret for not coming to Eden earlier. Bucky felt like crap for doubting her, for thinking she'd abandon him. He couldn't believe that he thought that she'd give up on him

"Don't apologize baby, I understand that its hard. I'm just glad that we were able to work it out. Do you feel better now baby?"

"Yeah I am." And it was the truth. He felt like a weight had been lifted off of him. For the first time in weeks, Bucky was truly happy.

"I'm sorry too Bucky."

"For what Edie?"

"For not talking to you about the changes I was noticing." It was still bothering her that she hadn't said anything to him about them. Eden felt, that she'd in a way, failed him.

"You don't have to apologize Eden. I should've been mature enough to speak to you about it instead of acting like a child. Don't feel guilty." He leaned in and kissed her.

Eden pulled away, her hands unbuttoning his shirt "So how about, we skip this thing and I show you just how much I love your body."

"I thought this event was important?"

Smirking, Eden slid the white material off his shoulders, "We'll just tell them that we were sick."

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[scige]

「madelyn cline & cis female」⇾ beaumont, saige, the senior radcliffe student’s records show that she is a cancer and 22 years old. she is studying linguistics + criminal psychology, living in noland and can be blithe, energetic, evasive & irrational. when i see her i am reminded of the familiar riff of an old song, skinned knees with laughter following, and wishes on eyelashes stuck to your cheekbones. ⇽「james & 21 & est & they/them.」

N HERE IS MY LAST CHILD FR NOW ... both happy n sad ... god ... bites fist. alright. let’s go!

TW CHILD ABUSE, DRUG USE, ALCOHOLISM, ADDICTION, DEATH, HIT & RUN CAR ACCIDENTS, GRIEF, GUILT

aesthetics.

stick n’ pokes at 2am – when your drunk and giggling too much in between purposeful stabs, avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk because they’re bad luck and they’ll break your mother’s back – even if your mother doesn’t love you, because you love her, the familiar riff in an old song – one that’s got you strumming along silently; there is no guitar, only empty air lit by the christmas lights you haven’t taken down. it’s may. swallowing down shots, and by default, swallowing down problems. laughing quick, easily, constantly. skinned knees from skateboarding, despite being rubbish at it. wishes on eyelashes stuck to your cheekbones, glitter sticking, running into the ocean at sunrise; feeling at home. excuses, and the many forms they come in. telling people you love them through hand squeezes and fresh muffins, sideways glances and soft, eager grins.

basic info.

full name: saige alouette beaumont

nickname(s): n/a :/ give her some

b.o.d. - july 7th, cancer

label(s): the hedonist, the icarcian, the reveler, etc.

height: 5′7″

hometown: thibodaux, louisiana

sexuality: bisexual w/ a very slight preference towards masc-presenting folks

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inspired by: serena van der woodsen (gossip girl), aimee gibbs (sex education), alexis rose (schitt’s creek), elle woods (legally blonde), rapunzel (tangled), clementine (eternal sunshine of a spotless mind), angela montenegro (bones), tinkerbell (peter pan), late 2000 / early 2010s kesha… i don’t know because she’s not actually inspired by anybody i made her when i was like 13 HDSJBKFNGHJLDS

biography.

the fallible daughter of two very infallible people: robert beaumont, US lieutenant general (soon to be US general), and manon lévesque, world renowned fashion designer on levels par with gucci and versace. both cold, calculating, and purposeful.

no matter how much she wants to believe otherwise, saige is sure that she was not created out of love. it was an action with a purpose, intentions to create the perfect child. the hybrid of both military genius and fashion extraordinaire. a proper socialite. a 1% citizen. molded to their will.

born in thibodaux, louisiana (surrounded by her father’s family - a long line of old money southern magnates & moguls with a history of beauty pageant winners in each woman) - it took them no more than six months after her birth for her parents to up and move, thus beginning a cycle of packing and unpacking, flying and driving, state-to-state and country-to-country. the longest saige had ever stayed in one place was two years, until radcliffe. even then - conditioned to never become truly attached to a place, she has the urge to up and run away at any given moment, onto the next adventure.

she was kept on a short leash, home-schooled, and learning skills she had no interest in (from cooking to sewing to ballroom dancing - to fencing and firearm safety and self defense) - more like a pet, a project, than a child. the world moved all around her, but she was bound to what her parents allowed her to see. a bird in a cage of thorns.

it was hard to keep and maintain friends - there one day, gone the next. a ghost you could see, clear as day, but never touch - never fully, at least. even if she tried with all her might.

would run from bodyguards (their version of nannies - robert beaumont is a paranoid man with too many enemies to count) into festival crowds and climb out of windows in the middle of the night to swim in lakes with the locals she’d met only hours earlier - as soon as she realized that there was something wrong with the way she lived.

even if it resulted in punishment, military exercises in the form of her own personal boot camp (she’d been forced to do chin-ups, once, when she ripped an expensive gown at the tender age of seven. not since, however, after she wound up sobbing on the floor - instead they moved on. delicate teacups stacked across her back as she did push-ups, the more she did the more that slipped & broke)

she absorbed as she could, as much as she could get; an intense, undying love for a world she always craved to see.

this was the start of something dangerous - a phase that never seemed to end, rebellion coursing through her veins. a wild child in the making, unknowing of limits. she landed herself in any crowd she could squeeze into - bad crowds, in particular and more often than not - they introduced her, the sheltered girl, into a world she hadn’t quite known existed until then.

ran away briefly at the age of fifteen with a man three years older than her & nearly ended up in a tabloid magazine because of it - if it hadn’t been for her parents’ money. though guilt from her parents’ disappointment weighed on her, the thrill fueled something much worse.

from there on, she’d been labeled as a ‘problem child’ - from public intoxication to vandalism, it was clear their daughter was unraveling and nothing could possibly contain her.

boarding school had been an attempt to stop it, enrolled her freshmen year in hopes that she’d come out a proper woman. but being located in new york with easy access to the upper east side of manhattan - it’d been futile.

there’d only been a few significant events during her time there - the death of a classmate (one of her closest friends’ boyfriends) and a ski trip that nearly resulted in her own death, skiing while drunk on a closed off course, in memory of him and the traditions they’d had. the first time she fell in love, and months of pining - running in circles, fights and hiccups and confessions in the dramatic manner all high school relationships seem to be like. they’d finally gotten together - officially, no more sneaking around or pretending - when her parents paid a surprise visit. a rare occasion, nerve-wracking. dangerous. to keep a story short - she’d accidentally exposed her own drug use in their presence, the simple act of pills falling from a purse - and that’d been it. she was gone the next day, with no word to anybody and hardly a word since.

they told family she needed a change of pace, and rumors in her old school said that she’d been expelled, that she’d been sent to the french countryside to live with her grandmother.

she’d only gone to washington, that was all. france was too good, and she was too undeserving. instead she was enrolled in public school, only a quarter through her junior year. her parents rarely spoke to her - rarely in town, the only eyes kept on her were security cameras and the occasional check-in by family friends (the new word for bodyguards, apparently)

but as always - when left alone, saige scrambled to find somewhere she fit, somewhere to tuck herself away in the comfort of other people. a small group, but a loyal group - harmless minus a few miscellaneous charges that they said every small town kid had, at some point. they were safe, they were family - as close as she could get. at least, she had thought so. had really believed it.

she hadn’t intended to go to university after graduating high school, not yet eighteen - not for another month or two, at least. she wanted to travel, meet new people and learn new languages (she’d learned four, already, but had always been a glutton. craved to know more, as if she unlocked secrets with every phrase she could speak) and just. exist.

maybe she should’ve. should’ve left as quick as possible, and never turn back.

saige mysteriously disappeared from the public eye for an entire year, the entirety of her 18th year on earth, before promptly showing up at radcliffe university, ready to learn.

it’d been a year of legal cases & lawsuits & avoiding prison with expensive lawyers and a lot of money.

the getaway driver for an armed robbery at a bank, an unknowing accomplice until her supposed friend ran out from the building and jumped in her car, screaming for her to drive, drive, drive. it had only supposed to have been a quick stop before a road trip to the coast. nobody was supposed to get hurt. but scared, and high, saige had obeyed - and by doing so, led a police chase and, of course, a hit & run that eventually led to saige crashing the car midst breakdown.

the sole victim survived, thankfully - and the beaumonts have been paying the medical bills since. her friend - the one who started it all - was charged & sentenced. but saige got off relatively scot-free. just a year of community service, a slap on the wrist (and the growing wallets of all involved in handling her case). it would’ve made national news if her parents hadn’t stepped in - favors called, resulting in only local headlines.

they hadn’t spoken to her since then. three years of radio silence. she’d think they were dead if it hadn’t been the steady flow of money in her bank account. their silence only feels like a threat of what’s to come if she fucks up again.

ever since - she’s avoided causing too much trouble, still very much the party girl she’d like to be, but staying out of headlines and tabloids. partially in fear of her parents finally cutting ties, permanently, and partially in fear that she’ll end up costing someone else their life with her own selfishness.

UPDATE: she did not avoid trouble n got disowned after a high speed yacht chase it was. a lot. anyways she’s lying to everyone n pretending she’s still rich while rapidly losing money to lawsuit bills n hospital bills n just <3 a whole lot <3 has had to sell her favorite cars and her favorite bass guitar. sheds the smallest tear. spent the summer couch-hopping bt pretending she wasn’t couch-hopping and being :/ really messy. not a good fun look! sucks ... disappeared fr like a straight week n then popped up like hehe wat’s up :D. sighs sm.

personality.

she is so … bubbly. so fucking bubbly. she’s has so much energy in her. goes running every morning and every night and swims almost every afternoon and she’s never tired, even if she hasn’t slept the last night and even if she’s been dancing for five hours in a club in high heels and nothing but vodka in her system. the personification of a coke bottle shaken up, if the coke bottle in question could laugh and smile at you and make you feel, somehow, at home even though you’d only met her in the bathroom queue.

tries her hardest to be the happy fun friend, the cool friend, the one who can hook you up with whatever you need because she sleeps with her drug dealer and gets discounts, but like, it’s totally okay because they’re also friends.

generally comes off as very confident of herself, and fearless, and reckless but like - fun reckless. the kind of reckless you wouldn’t mind to be around because she takes your worries and acknowledges them and reassures you that it’s fine, that it’s grand, even when it may definitely not be.

takes a lot. so much. could ramble for days, hand gestures and all. never stops talking. never.

if she wants to do something, she’ll do it and there’s not very much you can do to stop her. stubborn, but at the same time easy going? very go go go. mischievous. even if she’s trying to do something stupid you kind of just like … have to let her do it, or otherwise she’ll mope for three hours and pout at you and then you’ll feel questionably guilty, which is admittedly a little manipulative on her end and isn’t the best thing, but i never said she’s the best person ever because she’s most certainly … not.

a vegetarian because meat makes her physically sick, like, she’s got a weird intolerance to it and it’s not quite an allergy because it’s really just red meats but she’ll get a tummy ache.

her vocabulary consists of a lot of ‘likes’ and ‘ums’ and ‘yknows’, y’know? her statements always sound like questions.

99% sure she has adhd but she’s never been diagnosed because her parents simply would not allow her to go to therapy so if she does have any neurological disorders, mental illness, and the likes of those - she doesn’t know and doesn’t know where to even begin to find out. her parents? fucking suck.

like i said, she’s currently not on speaking terms with them. more of their decision than hers. she still loves them, a lot - and there’s a part of her that believes that they still love her, that they have to, because she’s not disowned yet. even though they haven’t said more than ten words to her since she was eighteen - as long as they keep sending her money, they still care - right?

owns four cars … bad idea considering her past, but alas. spending her money is a coping mechanism and she likes to drive because it’s a form of freedom. anyways. all her cars are on campus and she’s probably not allowed to have them all on campus but she does. one’s a sleek sports car, the other is a jacked up pick-up truck that’s decked out in like … LED lights and shit, the third one is the same exact fucking mustang from the princess diaries because she’s obsessed with the movie & usually gets what she wants. the fourth is a mini cooper.

she’s a photographer (for funsies) and the walls of her room in noland are covered in photographs and art and taped-down plants. her room in general is really cluttered. like, it’s super homey. super cozy. but it’s a mess. clothes everywhere, she’s got a pile of instruments and other miscellaneous hobbies that she wanted to do and then either never did, or did for a few days and got bored of and haven’t touched since.

i mentioned earlier that she was taught a bunch of skills when growing up - and like, she doesn’t really utilize any of them? knitting, sewing, cookie, three different forms of ballroom dancing - all gone to waste and she’s pretty rusty on most of it, but it’s there. in her mind. it’s kind of neat and i promise she’s not a mary sue it’s just her upbringing HBSJKDFNLG she’s really nuanced i swear. anyways she can also work a gun and a car engine but hates half of the things she knows how to do because she was forced to learn these things.

she plays bass guitar. loves it, loves her guitar. treasured item. she knows violin & piano too but she fucking hates piano & is mostly indifferent towards violin. she can hold a note in other instruments but it’s like. not great.

got really into languages at a young age due to her constant traveling and started learning them unprompted. her mother is like. literally french. a french citizen. so she grew up learning english & french but from there on she’s gotten fluent in spanish (similar 2 french) and latin (dead languages are fun) and then she’s working on a few others like mandarin and german and scottish gaelic specifically but she mostly just knows a few phrases here and there. like, enough to get her through a city if needed.

like she’s super smart and very talented but she’s also ditzy as hell. big dumbass energy to the point where maybe you don’t realize that she’s actually really good at a lot of things because it’s not like she really flaunts it either?

she’s just very reckless, and very much a party girl. has quite the collection of drugs & uses socially, but also alone and throughout the day. rarely sober.

high functioning alcoholic and at this point she doesn’t really know what she’s like when she’s completely sober? which is really bad but she’s convinced that if she goes sober she’ll just be miserable and horrible because at her very core she believes she’s like. the worst human being alive. like very deep issues of self loathing covered by baileys in her morning coffee and 23 crystal lite packets in her yeti cup that happens to be filled with vodka.

this has been a budding problem that was developed since she was a young teenager. the ehem. situation that happened when she was eighteen only amplified it.

is essentially wearing a mask of confidence and giddiness and flirtatiousness because she doesn’t want people to think she’s not doing well, because she isn’t.

loves so much. loves everything, so much. everything, everybody. falls in love like five times a day but nothing really sticks to her either, for the most part. i hate to say it but she does flock to shitty people / general assholes because that’s just … how she is, that’s what she’s surrounded herself with her entire life. even her high school boyfriend was an asshole - just like, not to her, which made it Okay in her mind. she finds these kind of people like … super interesting which is really questionable but y’know what? we’re fine. it’s fine. i’m fine.

she sleeps around often, to be frank. she hates being alone and she rarely sleeps in her own dorm unless someone is in there sleeping with her. otherwise she’s at different houses. could be a friend’s bed, could be a stranger’s. has slept with the entire baseball team, probably. she’s also the type of person who’ll try and maintain a positive, good friendship with whoever she sleeps with because she hates the idea of having a regrettable encounter and just. refuses.

this is kind of a problem because she blurs the lines between friendship and Something More too often, and with too many people. wants to be loved but it’s never enough. probably ends up hurting people without realizing it because they think they have something super special but she does this with a lot of people and it’s super :/

does stick and pokes a whole bunch. she can’t draw for shit so they’re not great but she thinks they’re fun and she’s been doing it for a while so like, who cares, right? let her give you one :)

gets sent dress prototypes and like. drafts of designs & articles of clothing from her fashion lines that aren’t out yet and won’t be for a while by her very own mother. saige absolutely gives them all away, for the most part. or it sits in her closet, and stays there. her go-to gift for birthday presents, or christmas gifts, or whenever she feels like it. like, feel free to raid her closet?

ok that’s all. love her.

wanted connections.

a best friend… someone who sticks by her side even though she is a certified Mess.

a ride or die… is it the same as a best friend? maybe. but it’s got a fancy name and i want both so :)

close friends… she’s really friendly and the kind of girl to have been really popular in high school but didn’t care for it and talks to everybody like she’s known them her entire life, so. she’d have a good amount of these!

grumpy friend… to balance her happy friend. she’ll fuck them up in a friendship way. with her cheerfulness.

party pals… they don’t talk much outside of parties but they’re practically glued to the hip when they’re at them. hold your hair back kind of close.

frenemies… or fake friends, toxic friends, people who use her for money or like … sex, or whatever? anything? people who barely tolerate her because she gives them stuff sometimes.

bad influences… they just encourage her to do more, be worse, never get better.

good influences… like … YOINK! stop being an idiot! do your homework! idot!

a tutor… because she’s like…smart…but she’s also stupid…super bad at math & science. help her.

hook ups… friends with benefits, a one night stand that is a little? awkward? since then. past & present tenses. :)

exes… she’s noncommittal so they likely wouldn’t have lasted very long but? yolo? she can be a heartbreaker, as marina said, as a treat? whether they dated or were fucking … either works. but i do love angst :)

one-sided hatred… someone who just fucking … despises her. but she doesn’t realize because she’s an idiot and thinks they’re just like. joking around! like they’re best buddies!

annoyance… but she’s the annoyance. she’s the thorn in their side.

ex-best friend… where something happened between them, like, anything, and it ruined their friendship forever. very sad. angst potential, though.

but like. i’ll take anything.

steals your mail… who knows why?

cat escape… he keeps running away and she keeps letting him inside her room even though she’s allergic…

married old couple… the kind of friendship where they always bicker like they’ve been together for fifty years, but it’s purely platonic (or is it? slowburn BAYBEY. DENIAL babyey.)

off and on again… i think that one that’s not good for them because they enable each other & only get like … angry at each other, and it’s like, messy. but it’s super hard to stop. probably reminds her of high school so that’s why she tries so hard to stick around, but alas. it’s not good. it’s toxic. stop it.

the drug dealer… the one she sleeps with… even though she can just pay for it because she’s rich but like. it’s funner this way.

blurred status… like, it’s just really confusing of what they are? are they, aren’t they? the relationship status is just … muddled. she’s a mess and gets involved with too many people without intending to. potential to hurt feelings. :)

please. take her. give me connections.

[skgway]

1828 Dec., Wed. 31

5 3/4

11 55/60

At my desk at 7 5/60 – From then to 2 10/60 (except the following interruptions breakfast at 9 in 20 minutes and in about an hour wrote and sent off by Jno [John]’s son at 11 50/60 a few lines to “Messrs Hammersley and co. Bankers Pall Mall London” to say I had instructed Messrs Rawsons on the 22nd instant to remit to them ￡300 immediately to be  placed to my account – Should be in London in a few weeks and would then call for my account – 

And wrote and sent by the same 1 3/4 page to “Mrs. Lawton, Mrs. Belcombe’s Scarborough” § Wondering why she did not write. Uneasy lest she should not have got the parcel sent yesterday week and naming its contents – The socks, useful to sleep in – Wish she would knit me a pair or 2 more – Have given Mr. P– [Priestley] her name for some excellent sacred music to be published in numbers by subscription in about a year’s time from complete about 28 /. [shillings]. Every lover of music wishing to encourage sacred music should subscribe – 

Have heard nothing from Mr. P– [Priestley] about the rules – Will go as soon as I can to inquire – Should get the bond from Mr. W[illoughby] Crewe as the money will be wanted in about 6 months – Wish to know for certain whether William is to have it there or not – Very anxious to hear from her – When and how am I to see her and what does she wish me to do – I must fix on something or other – Shall be delighted to see her here anytime for a week or a fortnight) – 

Except the above interruptions, not more than 1 1/2 hour from 7 6/60 to 2 10/60 copying what Mr. Waterhouse brought me yesterday to keep till Saturday, “A list of the company of proprietors of the Calder and Hebble navigation June 24th 1828” and noted down the alterations in this list from 24 June to 24 December 1828, by comparing it with the list of 24 December 1828 – and copied also the “general statement of the capital stock, revenue and expenditure of the company of proprietors of the Calder and Hebble Navigation from the 31st May 1827 to the 31st May 1828 capital stock ￡159.631.15.7” 24 June 165 proprietors, 24 December 169 ditto.

Wrote the above of today, and went out at 3 10/60 – Down the walk across the fields to well royde these by Red beck houses along the road to Trough of Bolland pit to see if William Green had led stone enough to wall it off (led 4 loads today) – 

Then up the wood by Benjamin Bottomley’s and the Cunnery to the plantation. Throp and the 2 wallers planting and holing as yesterday – Have planted 400 trees a day Monday yesterday and today in spite of the additional trouble of planting with the gavelock so as to let the longest tops go straight down – 

Sauntered about in the plantation and the upper fields – Left the men at 5 1/4 – Then returned by Benjamin’s. Walked to the new bank to see how the cutting for the bridge over it goes on – Will be ready to begin the bridge in a little while – 

Came in at 5 40/60 – Dressed – Dinner at 6 20/60 – Afterwards almost all the evening asleep on the sofa – Remembering towards Marian the so little influence I have with her. Mean to let her hear less of my opinions in future on all subjects. Hope not to teaze her much with advice of any kind – Came upstairs at 10 10/60 – Dampish morning till  noon – Then fine afternoon and evening – Wrote the last 9 lines – Farenheit 54º in my room now at 10 35/60 and rather windy –

Another year is gone – I have unexpectedly been nearly 3/4 of it in Great Britain – Much has happened to me that is material – My tour in Scotland – The likelihood of by and by getting rid of the road in front of the house – How little could this have been anticipated 1/2 dozen years ago! 

The Cunnery plantation almost all cut down and replanting with oaks taking in great part of what was before left of the cunnery brow – My aunt’s health wonderfully recovered – Staying with Madame la comtesse de Rosny. Reading with her Justine etc. and particular intercourse with Miss MacL– [MacLean]. Foolish letter from Mrs. B[arlow] about the little countess etc. etc. and distaste to Marian, see the last page and various other places. 

Determining to say little to her in future of advice kind. She bites her own nose off. See the repeated conversations we have had. Yet she is good in sewing for me, is making me drawers and has done me several little things. 

Bad tille to Skelfler – Trouble about the Northgate tille for the church commissioners having sold ground for the building of a new church to be dedicated to St. James in compliment to my uncle – Confidential conversations with the W[illiam] Priestleys etc. etc. Ver[y] good fr[ie]nds at Wellhead – The misunderstanding plastered over with Mrs. B– [Belcombe]. Cameron hired, and left for these last 2 months at Lawton – Confidential conversation with C[harlotte] N�� [Norcliffe] at Langton – Meet M– [Mariana] and Mrs. Milne there – 

Much troubled this year with indigestion – Better since I have been here at Shibden, and constantly out of doors – Enter upon M– [Mariana]’s friendly society business – Get the 1st lucid ideas of book-keeping from Cronhelm’s work – Began Italian, but have unfortunately been much prevented from attending to it of late – 

May I grow in wisdom as in years, and may it please God still to continue his manifold and great blessings!

Had my hair turned up and dressed with fals in the spring in York, and turned it up from the time of my being in Scotland, Madame de Rosny being in fact the cause of it – 

§ from the time of Dr. B– [Belcombe]’s funeral I have written on black edged paper to M– [Mariana]. Wrote this morning on plain paper but sealed with black. Have used black wax to everybody, but only black edged paper to π [Mariana] and Isabella and the Duffins.

Double entry by single, a new method of book-keeping, applicable to all kinds of business; by: Cronhelm, F.W. (Frederick William)

[iamfitzwilliamdarcy]

Title: His Father’s Heart

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne (some), and OCs

Summary: A priest must have a father's heart, and Fr. Todd has had a good example. Or, the one in which Jason is a priest and starts a school. (a03) 

Note: -shows up 4 months late with Starbucks and too many epigraphs- Happy (extremely belated) birthday to @catie-does-things!!! I finally finished this fic and have 9 pages of a google doc to give you <3 We discussed this once and then I just Ran with it (this fic is also how i learned there is no midnight Angelus???) 

Religion that is pure and undefiled before God and the Father is this: to care for orphans and widows in their affliction....

-James 1:27

“Without confidence and love, there can be no true education. If you want to be loved…you must love yourselves, and make your children feel that you love them.”

“The school was not the end; it was rather the instrumental means for improving the way of life.”

-St. John Bosco

The school that never was supposed to be started with three boys. 

Many would say it was Fr. Todd, who worked tirelessly for the crime, addiction, poverty ravished community he served. But Fr. Todd knew, and he knew God knew as well. 

The school started with three boys, huddling behind the dumpster in the alley adjacent to St. Maria Goretti Catholic Church. 

It was, when Fr. Todd reflected on it, the Hand of God, pushing them where they needed to be, beyond where they thought they ought to be. He was, after all, a diocosean priest, not of a teaching order, and kept plenty busy by the daily happenings of parish life. He had no room in his life for a school. 

He was, though, also very much his father’s son. 

And his father was not the kind of man to leave three, shivering boys in an alley because he was busy. Neither was the Lord, Jason reminded himself, who was in the least of these. 

So he squatted down beside them, enough of a distance they didn’t feel cornered but close enough that he was a presence. And said, “Good evening.”

They were clearly brothers, with the same almond eyes and thick black hair. Even the one whose was curly fit in the set. Hunger made their faces gaunt, but beneath it, if one knew how to look, one could see the same jawline, the same off center nose. 

The oldest one shifted to be in front of his brothers, glaring at Fr. Todd. “Go ‘way,” he said. “I know what you collar people do my momma told me and I say go way.”

Fr. Todd frowned, but kept his face and voice soft. “I promise,” he said. “I’m not here to hurt you. My momma warned me about dangerous men too.”

The boy continued to glare, not convinced. “I have food,” Fr. Todd offered, and the younger boys shifted behind him. Even the oldest betrayed himself with longing in his eyes, though he quickly masked it. “And a warm bed.”

The little ones were sold, but the oldest was smarter. He clearly wanted the food and the bed, but he didn’t trust a stranger.  

Smart enough, Jason thought. He himself hadn’t trusted Batman when they’d first met. 

Better the evil you know, right? 

Jason rocked back on his heels, thinking. “Stay here,” he told them. “I’ll be right back.”

He got up and quickly returned to the rectory. He called the Bishop, waking him up in the middle of the night. Jason, who had requested the exorcist more than any priest in the entire state, had earned that privilege. 

“Almost time for the Angelus,” he said cheerfully, before the bishop warned him about the optics of three boys staying in a priest’s rectory, then added a small lesson of what the Lord would do, contrary to the optics. 

He made a few sandwiches, snagged a couple of water bottles, dumped Fr. Dominic’s hot chocolate from the stove into a thermos, grabbed a blanket, pocketed his cellphone, and made his way back to the alley. 

He sat down, cross-legged, still enough distance the boys didn’t feel trapped. “Here’s the deal,” he said, handing out the sandwiches; the oldest boy didn’t stop the younger ones, but he still eyed the bread and meat in his hand like it was poisoned. “You can let me help you or I’m going to have to call someone else who can. 

“The cops?” asked the littlest one, and Jason nodded. “I can’t leave you out here. It’s going to drop below freezing tonight. I have a contact with GCPD, but I won’t lie to you, if we go that route, likely you’ll end up in a group home and the foster system, if they can’t find your mom or she isn’t able to take care of you.”

“She’s dead,” the oldest said abruptly. 

“I’m sorry,” Jason said. He knew what that was like, to find your mother dead, to have nobody else.  After a pause, he added, “When my mom died, my adopted father caught me stealing the hubcaps off his car.”

The middle one laughed a little and Jason smiled at him. “It was pretty scary, but he turned out to be a good man. He’ll help you, too, if you let him.”

“We don’t  need  help,” the oldest boy asserted. The sandwich seemed to give him strength and he glowered at Jason again. “I told you.”

“That’s not one of the choices,” Jason said. 

“Who’s your dad?” the middle one piped up. 

The older boy threw him a dirty look, but Jason answered, “Bruce Wayne.” 

The little one leaned forward, eyes wide, and whispered, “He knows Batman.” 

Jason whispered conspiratorially back, “So do I.”

That, more than anything, sold the younger two. Even the older, still wary, agreed to come back to the rectory with him.

Fr. Dominic was awake, grading papers at the table. He eyed the three small boys, smiled, and said, “I was so sure my hot chocolate went to a good cause and looks like I was right. Who do we have here?”

The oldest boy gave his younger brother’s a stern look, one that looked out of place on his young face, but they ignored him. The littlest piped up that his name was Joey and Liam was the middle and his biggest brother was Tucker. Dominic shook each of their hands solemnly, even Tucker’s, and then let Jason slip away to make a phone call.

Dominic was still awake when Bruce Wayne showed up in Lululemon joggers and a henley at the rectory and deposited a sleeping nephew into Jason’s arms.

“Since I’m a good Catholic and all,” Dominic said, “I won’t say there are too many kids. Just seems like a lot for a rectory at 1am.”  

“We’re night people,” Jason said apologetically, raising his eyebrows at Bruce.

“Dick’s sick,” Bruce explained as Johnny snuggled his head into the crook of Jason’s shoulder. “And Barbara’s out of town. I couldn’t get out of the Mansion without this one tagging along.”

He held up a bag and said, “It should be enough clothes for a couple of days. I swung through the store and got some toothbrushes too.”

“You’re a blessing,” Jason said, stepping back to let Bruce in. 

Bruce grunted in acknowledgement. Then muttered something about needing a throat blessing before he caught whatever illness Dick had come down with. It was, apparently, hitting him hard.

“St. Blaise’s Feast Day isn’t for a few months, but I think I know a guy who could hook you up,” Jason teased, shutting the door and following him towards the kitchen.

Dominic had gone ahead of them, and his grading had turned into discussing the religion test questions with the younger two boys while their brother watched from his place leaned against the counter.

Tucker eyed Jason and Bruce as they came into the room, and Tommy in Jason’s arms. “Who’s that?” he demanded.

“Nephew,” Jason told him. Jerked his head at Bruce as an introduction, but Bruce beat him to it, holding out a large hand and saying “Bruce Wayne.”

Tucker did not shake it, eyeing Bruce suspiciously. As Bruce dropped his hand, the kid said, abruptly, “My momma used to work for you. ‘Fore she got sick.”

It was the most he’d said after telling Jason to go away, and it was the type of thing Bruce would take personally.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t help her,” Bruce said after a moment. “I would like to help you now.”

When the boy didn’t answer, Jason gestured to the bag and said, “Bruce brought some clothes for you to change into after you clean up. You can take my room for the night, the bathroom’s attached.”

Tucker eyed them like he was waiting for the catch, but when none came, he abruptly moved away from the counter to usher Liam away from Dominic and snatch up Joey’s hand. He glared at the adults as he shut the door to Jason’s room behind them, as if daring any of them to try anything. 

“You were that defensive,” Bruce reminded him quietly, so that Dominic couldn’t hear. “When we first met.”

Jason knew. He’d been cocky and brash, but it had never really covered up the fact that he’d been a distrustful 11 year old who didn’t really know how to look out for himself. 

“I got ahold of Jim,” Bruce continued, louder. “Said he’d send a social worker in the morning but odds were in my favor of being able to foster while they sort it out.”

“Gordon can’t decide that,” Jason muttered, with a head shake, but the way Gotham rolled, the commissioner did have a lot of influence.

“Do you need me to stay?” Bruce asked. He glanced at Dominic, then took a step forward and settled his hand on Jason’s shoulder. 

Jason smiled at him. “I think I can survive on a couch for one night.”

“He slept on a cafeteria floor at last year’s high school retreat,” Dominic piped up. 

“Kid forgot his sleeping bag,” Jason said with a shrug, shifting his nephew’s weight. Johnny had crashed since getting here and was dead weight in Jason’s arms, drooling slightly on his shoulder. 

Jason caught Bruce’s eye, who smiled a little. They both knew Jason had slept on harder than a cafeteria floor before.

“I’ll come back in the morning,” Bruce said. 

Jason raised his eyebrows higher. “For Mass,” Bruce agreed. He paused, and added, “Alfred will send food I’m sure.” 

“Yes,” Dominic cheered quietly, raising a hand in victory. 

He rose to lay his hands on Bruce and Johnny with Jason, to offer them a blessing before they left.

“You know,” Dominic said thoughtfully, after they were gone, watching the closed door of Jason’s room, behind which the shower was still running, “those kids are smart. Think Bruce would enroll them at St. Xavier?”

Jason frowned. “It’s far from Wayne Manor. He’d do it, but I don’t know how the kids would like that commute.”

“Far from here too,” Dominic agreed. He yawned and stretched as if to prove his point. “Speaking of, I should get some sleep. Take my bed, I’ll take the couch.”

But Jason shook his head. “I want them to be able to find me if they need to.”

***************

 It took a long time for the boys to settle in with Bruce as a foster; the younger two settled better They’d had to switch out of their public schools because they were not districted there anymore. They hadn’t been to school in  a while anyway, Jason gathered. 

There was plenty of catching up for them to do, Dominic somehow found time to tutor them in between his own papers and gradings and other priestly duties. 

The boys, like the rest of Jason’s family, became a semi-permanent fixture at the rectory.  

*************** 

That was how it started. There was Dominic’s numerous mentions of St. Xavier being too far away, of the boys’ intelligence, the need for a more individualized approach that private school would afford.

There was the lady at the parish who sobbed to Fr. Todd one morning that she could not afford Catholic school and her district was not a good place for her children--no education, she said, just violence. She was scared they’d join a gang or start using drugs. St. Xaxier had scholarships to offer, but it wasn’t enough, and she had no way of getting her kids to school so far away. 

“St. Maria Goretti parish has always been in the thick of the throes of poverty,” Fr. Paul, the pastor, had said gravely when Jason had mentioned it to him later. 

There was the altar boy who tarried too long at the church after Mass, following Fr. Todd like a duckling, asking theological questions. He never wanted to go home and sometimes sat on the church steps doing math homework until Jason let him inside to pray. 

There was the 17-year-old drug dealer Officer Grayson picked up off the streets; Dick got him set up with a WE program but conditionally that he stop dealing and earn a high school degree, but going back to high school hadn’t put him in the best environment, and he was dealing again within the year. 

There was child after child, and family after family, who needed something more.  

***************

Cardinal Tolan was the one who first brought up the school. Fr. Paul was retiring, and Jason appointed pastor in his leave. 

“The Nashville Dominican sisters are looking in this area to open a school,” the cardinal said. “I think maybe St. Maria Goretti parish could be benefited by that.”

Jason nodded. “A boys school,” he said, as way of agreement. “We’ll need one for the girls as well. The Sisters will know what to do.” 

“We have a donor,” Cardinal Tolan added, thoughtfully. “I’m sure he has enough for two.”

“And boarding,” Jason said, thinking hard. “We’ll need housing for some of them. Students need to feel like it’s home.” 

Cardinal Tolan looked at him a long time, then said, “Truly, you have a heart after the Father’s.”

“I had a good example,” Jason replied, flushing a little. 

***************

It was another two years before the school was built. The sisters moved in, Fr. Todd was appointed chaplain, and the first year saw only 15 students from 9-12th grade, Tucker among them. 

He’d been the most resistant to Bruce and Fr. Todd over the years, though Jason accepted that he loved as best he could. His brothers adored them, more than Jason anticipated. They’d become altar boys at St. Maria Goretti’s as soon as they’d been able, and had cried when CPS had finally tracked down an aunt nearby to take them in.

They stayed in contact throughout the years. They continued in their service as altar boys, and had dinner at least twice a month with Bruce. Jason usually joined, when obligations allowed him. 

When the school opened, their aunt enrolled Tucker, the only one high school aged, right away. Full scholarship, she’d told a bewildered Jason, who knew the diocese hadn’t been able to set up any scholarships yet. 

Leave it to Bruce, he thought ruefully. 

*************** 

By the time the schools were ready to open younger grades, Joey and Liam were ready for high school, and they joined Tucker, now a senior,  at Maria Goretti’s. The younger ones were still rambunctious, but Tucker had grown into a rather solemn young man. He frequently did his homework at Jason’s kitchen table, mouthing quietly to himself or asking Fr. Dominic to read over his papers, while the younger boys played sports or just waited for their aunt to be off work and pick them up. 

He graduated salutatorian with a full ride to Catholic University in DC. 

Jason, handing out diplomas at his graduation while the school secretary announced names, didn’t cry a bit when Tucker shook his hand, and then leaned in to whisper, “thank you.” 

He did look out and find Bruce, caught his gaze, and smile. 

Bruce understood.

***************

Two years later and new Masters degree to join the one he already had, Fr. Todd was appointed principal and chaplain of the school. He’d been involved from the start, as the parish pastor, but now he took even more responsibility. 

“Should’ve been a Salesian,” the cardinal teased, when he told Jason.  

Fr. Todd laughed and shook his head, “Maybe a Domican at that. But God saw fit to use a simple parish priest.” 

***************

Four years later, Tucker sat in his rectory, a month out from his college graduation.  

Bruce had been over for dinner but Tucker declined a ride home to his aunt’s. There had been something on his mind all night, Jason knew. He’d danced around the issue of a post-graduate career, awkwardly steered the conversation away from a Wayne Enterprise job waiting for him as soon as he said the word. 

It wasn’t until Bruce left, after exchanging a significant look with Jason, and Jason had poured them a rather heavy nightcap, that Tucker blurted out, cheeks flaming in embarrassment, “Will you wrote me a recommendation for seminary?” 

Fr. Todd lowered his glass and blinked at the boy in front of him. Now 22, Jason could still see the small defiant, malnourished boy that had huddled in his alleyway. Something like pride and warmth rose up in his chest. Had this been how Bruce felt, all those years ago, when Jason himself had given up the red hood for a white collar? 

After a long pause, Fr. Todd managed, “For here or for Mount St. Mary’s?”

Tucker looked up, surprised. “Here,” he said firmly. And still too much of a hooligan, finished what could have stayed unspoken, “obviously.”

Jason said, “Of course.”

He took a sip of his scotch, suddenly feeling the prick of tears at his eyes, and looking at the young man before him, remembered a little boy hiding behind a dumpster on a cold winter night, and then a little boy stealing hubcaps off the Batmobile, and then man God had sent him to save his life. 

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『MAXENCE DANET-FAUVEL ❙ NONBINARY』 ⟿ looks like VIKTOR SAMUELS is here for HIS/THEIR SENIOR year as a VISUAL ARTS student. HE/THEY are 24 years old & known to be OBSERVANT, INGENIOUS, RETICENT & DEPENDENT. They’re living in NOLAND, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ JAMES. 20. EST. SHE/THEY.

hllo ,,, again ,,, this is my last child i SWEAR ,,, at least fr now ,,, hes also the most problematic one ,,, the most dramatic ,,, one of my absolute faves ,,, pleathe love him. as always if u wish to plot please like this so i can msg u !!!

TW DEATH, HEAVY GRIEF, OVERDOSE / DRUG ADDICTION, HOSPITALIZATION, HYPERSEXUALITY, RELIGION MENTIONS, MENTAL ILLNESS

aesthetic.

old tvs and their static, worn tapes, horror movie screams, spilled ink, a sculptor’s hands, clay-stained, chicken scratch handwriting, messy notes, messy hair, scoffs and eye-rolls, bruised knuckles, sore throats, funeral homes and a crying preacher, shattered ceramics, knife fights, high ledges, vertically-striped pants, red lights, the moon shrouded in clouds, cigarette butts, graveyards and half-empty wine bottles, sitting there for hours and talking to nothing, about nothing, a god complex, gold rings adorning both hands, barbwire baseball bats, having never played baseball in your life, deep eyebags and broken mirrors, a permanent chip on one’s shoulder, yearning, longing, wishing.

basic info.

full name: viktor phillip samuels

nickname(s): icky vicky :/

b.o.d. - jan 2nd

label(s): the black hole, the crepehanger, the impious, the opaque, the tempest, etc.

height: 6′1″

hometown: rochester, new york

sexuality: pansexual uwu

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inspired by: beetlejuice (beetlejuice), sid (toy story), jack sparrow (pirates of the caribbean), francis wilkerson (malcolm in the middle), azula (avatar: the last airbender), vicky (the fairly oddparents), stu macher / billy loomis (scream), marshall lee (adventure time), bojack horseman (bojack horseman), any it’s always sunny character :/

biography.

born to mama and papa (preacher) samuels in rochester, new york - fifteen minutes after his twin sister, tatiana samuels. years later, rosa samuels joined the gang. 

was an awkward, quiet kid growing up, he didn’t interact well with others and preferred being left alone to dig up worms and draw on the walls of their childhood home. the only exception was his twin, really.

as he got older he grew out of this, but instead became like ... sort of an asshole? maybe to compensate for years of childhood awkwardness. he’s the sort of person who will bite the hand that feeds him & developed into a full time nuisance by middle school, unlike tatiana who was much more subtle about her conniving manners.

always has been a fan of ‘darker’ materials. grim & creepy morbid shit. probably the biggest tim burton fan, ever since he was a kid ... not a good look for a preacher’s son, but he never really felt ‘in’ with the rest of his family to begin with. classic black sheep syndrome.

drew disturbing pictures as a kid that probably prompted one or two or five phone calls home to assure everything was fine. 

just really had a knack for art at a young age, from drawing to painting to playing with clay. it’s always been his Thing and probably is the only thing he’s good at.

being twins with tatiana was hard. they were near opposite besides both being quite mean-spirited. tatiana handled being in public better, left a better image behind - but viktor had talent, more than she did. they loved each other deeply - y’know, those unbreakable twin bonds as cliche as it sounds - but found each other as competition for their parents’ attention. a rivalry for affection.

in high school is when viktor really started to act out. it started extreme, like losing his virginity in their church and vandalism around the neighborhoods. faked being possessed in the middle of sunday service & almost had an exorcism performed on him.

his only redeemable trait was like ... just his sheer talent in the arts. was in a 3D art AP course and specialized in sculptures. he could pretty much create anything he wanted with enough dedication.

because he was the problem child, the one who deserved to be disciplined for all his antics, tatiana could sneak away and get away with whatever she wanted much easier. on the bright-side, for her, i guess.

not a very motivated person - wasn’t planning on going to college, much less going to radcliffe but his parents literally wrote & sent his college application for him because they weren’t going to house a deadbeat but had too much heart to kick him out onto the streets. cool!

he’s actually pretty smart but he just doesn’t apply himself. has a minor in english because he didn’t care for an extra course-load, but he’s good at writing & analyzing literature. is going to use it to write and illustrate his own series of children books with a style similar to tim burton’s. not for the kids, but because he likes to leave a trail of terror in whatever he does.

has been experimenting with himself since high school but college is where he really had started to crack down on himself. was out as pansexual & nonbinary by his sophomore year of college just ... not to his parents, who don’t really need to know. 

if you asked him if he believed in twins having a psychic connection with each other - he’d tell you he wouldn’t know. it felt believable at times, but sometimes he had no idea what was going on inside of tatiana’as head. on the other hand - viktor had always felt oddly transparent to her, like she knew all of his moves before he did. the only person who could predict him accurately.

( TW DEATH, GRIEF, OVERDOSE / HOSPITALIZATION BEYOND THIS POINT )

when tatiana disappeared, viktor knew something was up. it was a twist in his gut, pure instinct that something wasn’t right. and it wasn’t right - and when she was proclaimed missing, they couldn’t find her.

and when tatiana died - viktor knew. it felt wrong, something cut so severely in him he could pinpoint her death to the second. he didn’t know how, or why, but he knew it. knew it before anybody else had.

afterwards he went on a sort of bender. he’d begun to struggle with a mild drug addiction late senior year of high school / early college, but he was managing it up until this point. 

his mental health had also sunk to an all-time low, when it’d never been great to begin with. (manic & depressive episodes. once fixated on a sculpting project for six months and then knocked it off the table and destroyed it as soon as he finished it for no apparent reason.)

tatiana’s body wasn’t found immediately, and when it was ... viktor went off the rails. ended up overdosing & being hospitalized. spent six months in & out of psychiatric care after that.

came back to radcliffe to finish his senior year because ... for the reasons above, he hadn’t been able to complete it. just wants to get his credits and get out of here.

is still dealing with a lot of trauma & grief, especially since the one year anniversary of tatiana’s death was this month (january) - causes him to spiral and be unpredictable in regards of his mental health. he stopped taking his medication, so. :/ some days are alright, other days are pretty bad.

personality.

the human embodiment of a gremlin that was fed after midnight. a goblin, if you will. one of those cats with a narrow head and really big ears ... that’s them!

a big horror & halloween enthusiast. loves the old campy horror movies & probably has an abundance of masks from different movies. dresses like a grimy millennial beetlejuice more than they should because they just ... love those black & white vertical-striped pants. 

can appreciate the lore & cryptids at radcliffe and likes to feed into the fear that surrounds them. is probably the cause of a few ‘anomalies’ and ‘paranormal sightings’ because they’re just ... a jerk.

fashion alternates between e-boy (they would be tiktok famous if they were 17 & didn’t think that a majorly minor based app was weird.), millennial beetlejuice, and goth in a crop top & sweatpants. big fan of crop tops and a big fan of sweatpants. 

they can be really fucking mean? petty, aggressive, a major instigator. will literally spit in your face for little to no reason, you could just look at them the wrong way. the kind of person who will stick their gum into someone else’s hair. other than that? they’re like ... sort of okay. they’re not always mean, just a dick about 90% of the time lmao

like okay yeah they’ll call someone a stinky bitch for no reason except they feel like it and believes it. it’s fine, they’re fine, we’re fine.

despite the fact that they’re probably getting into a fight whenever, considers themself to be a lover and not a fighter but that’a primarily because they fuck a lot. uses it as a coping mechanism, like they’re this big fancy carnival show that’s like ‘come one, come all! fuck the dead girl’s twin brother!’ and it’s ... a Lot. might have a problem with hypsersexuality but they’re not fully aware of it. 

the preacher’s whore son, basically :)

pansexual & nonbinary, switches between he & they pronouns often and without a pattern, but they have such a fragile grip on their identity that you could call them ‘dog-faced bitch’ and they’d turn around like. sup.

vastly impulsive ... like i said, they destroy their own creations for the fun of it. spends all teir money on useless shit, will cheat on someone because they feel like it & likes the thrill, screams into the night sky frequently like a cat in heat.

will also spend months creating useless shit for no reason too. spent six of them sculpting a hollowed out tree the size of them & then took a sledgehammer to it.

they’re very super dramatic. would play the organ at church when nobody was looking after them and service was about to start. would just churn out these super haunting, creepy melodies like they were phantom of the opera. would do the same exact thing at home on their keyboard with the pipe organ setting whenever they got grounded until their parents took it away HBDSJFNGKH

will absolutely not talk about their ‘time away’ because it’s not anyone’s business, not even their own younger sister. still refuses to talk about tatiana’s death, or their mental health, or their addiction (fallen back into it but it hasn’t gotten severe ... yet :/), or anything involving their own emotions.

will just change the topic abruptly, no warning. asks about the jonas brothers instead and they fucking hate the jonas brothers.

that being said they’re absolutely not over tatiana’s death & it’s to the point of obsession over it. like there’s some kind of secret that needs to be uncovered, even though there just. isn’t. tatiana was their rock and they were pretty much dependent on her. kept them grounded. could control them when nobody else could, got into their head easier than others. it’s sort of like rosa lost two siblings that day because viktor hasn’t been the same since.

emotionally unavailable while also crying twice a day. cries during their brawls but still wins. is stony-faced when they tell you they cheated on you with your much hotter best friend.

will tell you straight up what they want from you, no bullshit & no beating around the bush. just blunt. if they want to fuck, nothing else, then that’s it. if they feel deviation or developing feelings then they’ll ghost in less than a second. is awful like that but feels no shame.

but also emotional as shit and it’s confusing. will cry on a whim and then flip you off if you try to console them or ask them what’s up. will bite you.

they go to therapy but they just fuck around and wastes their therapists’ time ... also is fucking their therapist, but that’s neither here nor there. so they’re not really getting the help they need.

likes to be intimidating but not ... with their body or anything because they’re a TWIG but uses their love & knowledge of horror and creepy shit to their advantage. has an abundance of fake blood. has channeled the energy of jack nicholson and used it on tatiana’s boyfriends before (also is a big fan of sfx makeup & has dabbled in it)

probably chases kids around with a chainsaw without the chain on halloween every year.

generally never doing good, both mental health wise & morally. would probably steal candy from a baby for funsies.

i don’t know if there’s a good to them somewhere deep down, but they don’t see any issues with themself either. nothing really breaks through to them anymore because the only person who ever made them stop and think about their actions was tatiana, and well, y’know. :/

an introverted reclusive type who doesn’t like most people or going out, but does so anyway if it means a quick high & a cheap thrill.

pretty observant and likes to analyze people even though they’re often like ... partially wrong. judgmental because they like to make people feel bad, not because they’re a righteous mighty person. because they’re not. so like, a hypocrite!

wanted connections.

a roommate... but it’s an absolute nightmare to live with him.

enemies... because viktor would have a lot of them...

familiar faces... people who knew tatiana or of her / were her friends. maybe even those who dated her, and who viktor would’ve tried to intimidate / scare at any given chance :/

pitiful glances... people who take pity on viktor and he hates it sooo much.

hooligan gremlin kids... just a friend group of grown ass adults who do drugs and fuck shit up around town like they’re edgy teenagers.

high school girlfriend... probably the one he lost his virginity to inside his family church :/

childhood acquaintances... people who knew him from his youth.

exes... good & bad terms, but mostly bad terms because viktor is an actual demon. probably cheated on them.

soft... i don’t know if he’s soft towards anyone and/or is capable of it but we can try. we can try.

unrequited... either viktor just doesn’t like them or he’s holding back because he’s :/ got issues with relationships & is self-sabotaging as one does

enemies with Tension... of the ... spicy kind if you know what i mean. wink.

friends... old friends, new friends, bad friends, good friends, close friends, frenemies, etc. i don’t know how many he had but if your muse likes to cause a ruckus and fuck shit up then viktor’s your man.

hook-ups... current or old. friends with benefits, one night stands, anything and everything because he fucks around a lot.

ride or die... friendship but make it extreme.

bad influence... he’s just toxic to be around and brings out the worst in people :/

bad egg... he’s gotten into a few fights :/ maybe you witnessed it. maybe you were in it.

literally anything i wld love all sorts of plots.

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The Same Old Drama

Summary: Marauders Era

"There are looks of astonishment by some first years while the others just ignore as if this were normal ,which it was seeing the Marauders and their everyday dramas." Just a one-shot where Marlene Mckinnon is greeted with a peculiar scene when she visits the common room. 

WARNINGS: none.. light cursing?

WORD COUNT: 1117

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey guys!! So this is my first fanfiction on this website and I still need to figure out how to make Masterlists and give links. I do plan on posting more of my works from fanfiction.net here... So please give them a try

MARLENE'S POV

"Come on Lily please" Remus was begging (quite literally) when I came down the steps of the 5th year Gryffindor Girls Dormitory

"No Remus No" Lily replied trying to get a desperate Remus off her feet, which he was holding (I told you, begging LITERALLY!)

"Please Please Please" Remus continued not leaving her feet.

I reach to the couch on the far end of the dorm where all this is going on and find a lot of eyes focused on the scene unfolding. A little laugh escapes my lips as I watch the scene myself, it is quite funny. I never saw Remus so desperate for something before and the horror on Lily's face is just priceless. While all the bickering continued, I place myself on the couch besides a giggling Alice.

"What's going on?" I ask, not able to hide my amusement.

Remus looks at me and a relieved expression crosses my face as he comes towards me and join his hands together "Oh Marlene, please help me" he says

"In what?" I ask smiling "begging in front of lily? Because frankly Remus I'm not such a big fan of that".

"No no no" He says "I'm trying to get Lily to go out with James and she isn't listening"

The moment he says this a laugh escapes my mouth even before I could try and stop and I keep laughing, ignoring his complaints or any explanation. Lily and going out my James? It was like asking Voldemort to befriend Dumbledore.

"You see, how many people see this as stupid Remus" it was Lily

"But he is a very good guy Lily" Remus whines

"No he is not" Lily says stubbornly

"Lily, he is an amazing Quidditch player and-and he is great in transfiguration and-and-and his-his eyes Oh! How beautiful his eyes are Lily, you have no idea what you are losing" Remus rambles while Lily just frowns trying to make him shut up…

"Umm not that I don't enjoy this which trust me I do very much, am I eligible to ask? why suddenly so dedication in getting Lily to date James?" I ask

"Because he is my fr-friend" Remus whines "and he has taken all my chocolates hostages until I get Lily to date him"

My eyes widen and then I start laughing so loudly that I attract a lot of peculiar stares from students. "Oh James" I say in between laughs "That guy, Oh he can do anything"

"This is not something to laugh about Marls" Lily says looking at me disapprovingly.

"So what do you expect me to do? Huh cry for Remus?" I ask sarcastically.

"No, but a little understanding works" she says crossing her arms. Then she turns to Remus "Okay so you are the smartest of the lot, why don't you do something to get the chocolates?"

"Because, James is smart too and he got Sirius and together they are unbreakable" Remus whines again, he has been doing that a lot lately.

"That's not my problem" Lily says "go and find a solution for yourself,"

"But Lils isn't Remus your friend?" I interrupt, enjoying all this "and aren't friends supposed to help each other?"

"Oh thank you so much Marlene" Remus thanks me and then turns to Lily "And that's the biggest reason he has my chocolates, because we are friends and Sirius thinks that I can convince you"

"But no one can convince me to go out with Potter" Lily whines

"Yes but you can pretend to go out with him and then when he gives back the chocolates, you back out" Alice speaks for the first time since my arrival.

"Yeah that's a great plan Alice" I say nudging her shoulder

"Well, I can do that" Lily says looking thoughtful

"But, Yeah well ok" Remus says looking uncertain

While we discuss the same there is a sound along the lines of "no you can't" and then out of nowhere Potter and Black pop out behind the chair Alice and I were sitting on, causing a scream to erupt from my mouth.

"WHAT THE HELL" I shout

"Oh did we scare you here Mckinnon?" Black asks wiggling his eyebrows

"NO, I was astonished" I debate, my anger rising

"NO you were scared" he said

"not"

"so were"

"not"

"were"

"Okay, you 2 shut up" said James interrupting us

"Yeah" Alice says

"and now Moony moony moony, I thought we were friends" says James pointing at Remus who looks down towards the floor

"Well you didn't do a lot friend worthy task did you?" Remus says now looking towards him and narrowing his eyes

"So you wanna play that way?" James says moving towards Remus, narrowing his eyes

"Okay ok stop fighting" lily says coming in between them

"We weren't fighting" James says smiling "I was accepting a challenge by dear friend"

"Whatever it was leave it" lily says angrily "Now Potter, I want you give back Remus' chocolates NOW!"

James looks a bit scared and takes a step back "P-P-Padfoot help here" he slutters

"Umm I'll stay right where I am" Sirius says realizing Lily's anger, she tends to get in fighting tendency when she is angry and being at the end of her anger fits is something you won't want.

"NO Black come here" Lily says in a light tone "It was your idea wasn't it?" She started to advance towards Black who backs away in return "Now give his chocolates back"

"O-okay" Black reply's almost immediately and is hit by Potter

"H-how can we?" Potter asks Black

"What do you mean" Its Remus this time and he seems just as angry as Lily

"Well you see we kind of" Sirius starts but stops mid-sentence as he sees the look of anger in Remus' eyes, frankly I had never seen him this angry before and it was scaring the hell out of me "M-Moony you look angry"

"You kind of what" Remus says ascending forward and Lily who was standing directly behinf him looks a bit scared too losing all her anger.

"We-we will buy you new ones the next hogsmeade trip" James trying to push Sirius from his way out because just as he says this, Remus launches himself to behind the couch and starts chasing James and Sirius who just run out of the portrait of the fat lady closely followed by Remus. There are looks of astonishment by some first years while the others just ignore as if this was normal which it was seeing the Marauders. Lily sits beside me and Alice and the 3 of us just laugh for some time because it is funny everything that just took place.

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Of Course The FBI Spied On The Trump Campaign Washington Examiner ^ | Dec. 11, 2019 | Byron York

The great debate about whether the FBI spied on the Trump campaign continues. The question is why there is still any argument. The newly-released report from Justice Department inspector general Michael Horowitz shows that by any definition the FBI did indeed spy.

The proof is in the details of the report. In addition to the much-discussed wiretap of Trump campaign foreign policy adviser Carter Page, Horowitz discussed the bureau's use of what is called a CHS -- a confidential human source, or, in more common terms, an informant, and a UCE -- an undercover employee, or a secret agent, to gather information from at least three targets in the Trump campaign. One was Page, another was George Papadopoulos, also a member of the advisory team, and the third was an unnamed "high-level Trump campaign official who was not a subject of the Crossfire Hurricane investigation."

Horowitz described "multiple CHS operations undertaken by the Crossfire Hurricane team." There were "numerous CHS interactions with Page and Papadopoulos." There was the CHS contact with the high-level campaign official. And then there were "additional CHSs" who attempted to contact Papadopoulos but did not succeed.

All the meetings and conversations were secretly recorded by the FBI. Some were also monitored live, as they happened, by agents and supervisors. The Horowitz report quoted liberally from transcripts of the recordings.

The Trump campaign was "clearly spied upon," attorney general Bill Barr said in an interview with NBC Tuesday. "I mean, that's what electronic surveillance is. I think wiring people up to go in and talk to people and make recordings of their conversations is spying."

(Excerpt) Read more at washingtonexaminer.com

TOPICS: News/Current Events KEYWORDS: ag barr; bho doj; byron york; spygate; spying; trump; trump 2016; trump surveilled; trump wiretaps

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INDIVIDUALS/COMMENTS/POSTS:

To: All

.......there are dozens of memos that make up an actual diary of moment-by-moment events, during the FBI investigation of Donald Trump (as candidate and as president), documented by Obama’s FBI Director Comey......

SOURCE: CONSERVATIVE TREEHOUSE | 4/9/2019 | SUNDANCE / FR Posted by bitt

A late day submission to DC Circuit Court in a FOIA case reveals the content of previously unknown James Comey memos. Obama’s entire anti-Trump operation is memorialized in writing: <><> how Obama’s FBI Director James Comey wrote down the sources and code-names assigned; <><> how confidential sources engaged with FISA coverage initiated by Obama’s FBI; <><> naming foreign governments assisting Obama and Hillary with their vile efforts; <><> and the rollout plans for Obama’s phony investigation.....”by the book.”

During her ill-fated campaign Hillary bragged about “foreign governments” supporting her election. Are these the same “foreign governments” Comey had assisting their efforts to frame Trump? (smirk) Hmmmmmmmm.......that would mean Obama, Comey and Hillary were colluding with foreign governments.

2posted on12/12/2019, 7:18:20 AMbyLiz(Our side has 8 trillion bullets; the other side doesn't know which bathroom to use.)

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To: All

A key issue is how early the Obama FBI began surveillance and whether FBI's surveillance info was passed onto Hillary.

The following might be the MO HRC used to hide information obtained through illegal surveillance.

Then-Secy Clinton signed a June 28, 2011 official correspondence advising all State Department employees that, “due to ‘recent targeting of personal e-mail accounts by online adversaries,’ State employees should ‘avoid conducting official Department business from (their) personal e-mail accounts.”

In other words, Clinton absolved herself from FOIA exposure to a greater degree.

Hacks were not infrequent occurrences with State Department IG Steven Linick writing in one email: “May 13, 2011 2:28 am Huma – Phil Rein potential hack.”

Clinton is involved in the cover-up of multiple felonies.

3posted on12/12/2019, 7:33:55 AM byLiz(Our side has 8 trillion bullets; the other side doesn't know which bathroom to use.)

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To: All 

Clinton is involved in the cover-up of multiple felonies.SOME OF HILLARY’S CRIMES

-Gross negligence in handling T/S SCI data.

-Directing the mishandling of T/S SCI data onto non-secure systems. -Storing T/S SCI data on personal servers and devices. -Lying to Congress regarding these violations. -Facilitating the transfer of critical nuclear material to an adversary for personal gain. -Laundering money through a charitable foundation for personal use. -Income Tax evasion. -Conspiracy to implement each of the above charges. -An unexplained $6billion missing from the State Dept under her tenure.(HAT TIP DETECTIVE) <><> Deliberately and illegally destroying over 30,000 records that were under subpoena. <><> Perjury, including repeatedly lying to the FBI and Congress. <><> Directly causing the murder of four Americans. <><> Selling national security secrets to foreign countries. <><> Misappropriating disaster relief for Haiti.

4 posted on 12/12/2019, 7:36:38 AM by Liz (Our side has 8 trillion bullets; the other side doesn't know which bathroom to use.)

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To: Jess Kitting

Of course the FBI spied on the Trump campaign. We all know it, and there is a mountain of evidence to prove it.

And yet the media headlines this week are telling low information voters 1) there was NO political bias in the FBI, 2) the opening of the FBI investigation into the Trump campaign WAS justified and proper, and 3) some mistakes were made at the lower levels of the FBI, and these are being addressed.

For many middle-of-the-road voters in crucial swing states, they believe it is Trump and his supporters who lied about spying. 

5 posted on 12/12/2019, 7:36:44 AM by Dan in Wichita

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To: Jess Kitting

"Of course the FBI spied on the Trump campaign"What did Obama know, and when did he know it?

7posted on12/12/2019, 7:41:02 AMbyFlag_This(Liberals are locusts.)

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To: Jess Kitting

wiring people up and having them record conversations with Trump staffers, and getting several FISA warrants, is pretty convincing that the campaign was spied on. Anyone who says otherwise is delusional at best and an outright liar at worse.

11 posted on 12/12/2019, 9:01:08 AM by euram

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To: Jess Kitting

Horowitz reveals that Carter Page worked for the CIA.York and others are missing the obvious:Carter Page, CIA informant, was placed with the Trump campaign, almost certainly by direction of the CIA.

The CIA used Carter Page either to directly report on the campaign, to influence the campaign, to provide the opening for FBI surveillance of the campaign, or to embarrass the campaign by exploiting Page’s known interactions (on CIA’s behalf) with Russians.Why has there been no effort to nail the CIA for this

operation?12 posted on 12/12/2019, 10:13:46 AM by Chewbarkah

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18 posted on 12/12/2019, 12:30:02 PM by caww

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OPINION:  Yes, of course those unethical Democrats spied on then candidate Donald J. Trump and his campaign.  Thats what the Democrats do in anything or anyone that they just can’t beat or control.  These Democrats are the most ‘low life’ group of people in our Congress.  

Never put anything pass them because they don’t  have a loving ‘soul’. And they, by nature worship a different god while they disguise themselves under other religious organizations.  

Democrats should never, ever be trusted.  They are the ones that own slaves in this country and we had to go to war (civil war) to keep our country from being divided.

So, here we are again, fighting these same type of people trying to divide our country because that can’t control the Republicans and Our Commander-in-chief or supporters.

Remember is was the ‘Republicans’ in the North that fought to keep our country together as one national under God.  The good news these days that we have Republicans in the North And South that have most definitely strengthen our country.

Let the ‘truth’ be told!

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The first African-American Catholic priest in history takes a step toward sainthood

Quincy, Ill. — The first black Roman Catholic priest in the United States could soon be canonized as a saint. Augustus Tolton had a short and challenging life. He was born April 1, 1854 in Brush Creek, Missouri into a slave family. Brush Creek is an unincorporated community in southern Laclede County in southwestern Missouri. The area is four miles southwest of Lebanon and about one mile north of Caffeyville. I-44 passes about one mile to the southeast.

The Vatican on June 12, 2019 said Fr. Tolton had taken a historic step toward becoming the first Catholic African-American saint. With the announcement, Tolton will be granted the title “Venerable.” The next steps to sainthood would be beatification, followed by canonization. Catholic Authorities in Rome will review a potential miracle attributed to the priest’s intercession. The Diocese of Springfield in Illinois said it has been working on the priest’s cause of canonization with the Archdiocese of Chicago since 2003.

“Father Tolton leaves us a shining example of what Christian action is all about, what patient suffering is all about in face of life’s incongruities,” said Bishop Joseph Perry, the Archdiocese of Chicago.

Pope Francis authorized the promulgation of a “Decree of Heroic Virtue.” This advances the cause of Augustine Tolton to sainthood. The title “Venerable” indicates Augustine lived the theological virtues of faith, hope, and charity and the cardinal virtues of prudence, justice, fortitude, and temperance at a high level.

Early Life and Early Inclinations toward Catholicism 

Peter Paul Tolton and his wife Martha Jane Chisley raised their son Augustus just a handful of years before the Civil War started and during the conflict. The Tolton family lived as slaves on a property in Brush Creek. Martha named her son after an uncle. As a Catholic, she wanted to raise her children in the faith. Augustus was baptized under the name Augustine in St. Peter’s Catholic Church in Brush Creek.

It is not documented clearly how the Tolton family gained their freedom. Father Tolton told his friends and parishioners that his father was the first to escape, and his father joined the Union Army. Tolton’s mother later ran away with her children Samuel, Charley, Augustine, and Anne. Union soldiers and police helped the Toltons cross the Mississippi River and into the Free State of Illinois. Descendants of the Elliott family have reported that slave owner Stephen Elliot freed all his slaves at the outbreak of the Civil War, including the Tolton family.

Augustine’s father died of dysentery before the war ended. Dysentery was a disease of the time and often spread because of poor sanitation methods.

Tolton in 1887 | Wikipedia

Life after Slavery and the Path to Priesthood

The Tolton family made their way to Quincy, Illinois. Some of the children, including Augustus, helped roll tobacco cigars for the Herris Tobacco Company. After his brother Charley died at a young age, Augustine met Fr. Peter McGirr, an Irish immigrant priest who took interest in youth education. The priest gave Augustine the opportunity to study at the St. Peter’s parochial school during the winter months when the tobacco company was closed. In a time rife with racial tensions, the priest’s decision was seen as controversial. The parish, like most in America, didn’t have a path for black boys and men to gain proper instruction for priesthood. Some abolitionists in Illinois objected to a black student at the school. Fr. McGirr didn’t fall prey to discriminatory claims, and he pushed harder to allow Augustine to study there.

Augustine proved to be a bright pupil. Several priests took him under their wing to grow his education. Unfortunately, every American seminary Augustine applied to rejected him. Fr. McGirr continued to believe in him and pushed for Augustine to continue his studies in Rome. Tolton graduated from St. Francis Solanus College and attended the Pontifical Urbaniana University, where he became fluent in Italian and learned Greek and Latin.

Augustine Tolton was ordained to the priesthood in Rome in 1886 at the age of 31. His first public Mass was in St. Peter’s Basilica on Easter Sunday in 1886. He intended to serve in Africa. He spent a large amount of time studying the continent’s regional cultures, languages, and main disparities. The Vatican had a different plan for him. The Church had Augustine return to the United States to help heal wounds and bring peace during a heightened time of racism and division. The Vatican wanted Fr. Tolton to serve the black community.

The newly ordained priest moved back to the Midwest. Augustine celebrated his first Mass in the United States at St. Boniface church in Quincy. Since it was previously his home and he was familiar with the area, he wanted to organize a parish there, but he was met with resistance from white Catholics and black Protestants. Though Fr. Tolton was respected by the black community, Protestants didn’t want Augustine attracting African Americans to another denomination. He later moved to Chicago and led a growing mission society, St. Augustine’s — it met in the basement of St. Mary’s Church. Augustine later developed the Negro “national parish” of St. Monica’s Catholic Church – the church eventually seated 850 parishioners. An impressive accomplishment even by today’s standards.

Fr. Tolton’s success at ministering to black Catholics earned him national recognition. Some parishioners referred to him as “Good Father Gus.” Several people in letters and other documents described his sermons as eloquent. Others praised his beautiful singing voice and talent for playing the accordion.

The priest unfortunately had several health struggles in his late 30s and into his 40s. He first became sick in 1893. He had to take a temporary leave of absence from his duties at St. Monica’s Parish in 1895. In 1897, at the age of 43, he collapsed from heatstroke and died. A powerful heat wave had taken over Chicago that day. One hundred priests attended a funeral for the late cleric. He was buried in the priests’ lot in St. Peter’s Cemetery in Quincy. He previously requested to be buried there as he still considered the city his home.

Fr. Tolton’s grave in Quincy, Illinois | Wikipedia

Examining Augustine Tolton’s Remains with Anthropologists

In February 2011, Tolton received the designation “Servant of God,” a title given to a candidate by the Vatican once a cause for sainthood has begun. The research phase of the cause concluded on September 29, 2014 with a special ceremony in St. James Chapel in Chicago. The ceremony included the signing, sealing, and binding of the dossier to be sent to Rome for further review and archiving.

The next phase of historical fact checking might seem grisly, but it ordered anthropologists to uncover and document the holy figure’s remains. The nihil obstat was granted to Bishop Thomas Paprocki of Springfield on June 21, 2016 to open the grave of Augustine Tolton. Beyond record keeping, this ensures canonical recognition of his remains. In the presence of Bishops Paprocki and Perry, Catholic Cemeteries for the Diocese of Springfield and the Archdiocese of Chicago exhumed his remains at St. Peter Cemetery in Quincy, Illinois. This took place on December 9 -10, 2016 with the assistance of a medical examiner, forensic and anthropologist specialists. Later in the same day, specialists re-wrapped the deceased priest with a new set of vestments and reinterred the remains.

“This goes back to a very ancient tradition in the church for a number of reasons. One was to document that the person really existed and wasn’t a figment of someone’s imagination or some group’s imagination. Finding their grave was the telltale sign that the person lived, breathed and walked this earth,” said Bishop Perry.

Before the excavation process, the team of grave diggers and diocesan officials gathered for an opening prayer service led by Springfield Bishop Thomas Paprocki. The Catholic Church has specific rules in regards to sainthood as well as uncovering remains. The rules could cover several volumes. The intent is to document and keep track of ongoing events as legitimately as possible.

“There is a canon law that they have to follow that lays out exactly what has to be done and how it’s done to the point that they called the workers together to swear an oath to diligence and professionalism,” said Roman Szabelski, executive director of Catholic Cemeteries of the Chicago archdiocese.

Using advanced technology, like sonar, they verified the grave’s location before digging up the cemetery. Crews dug 6 feet down into the soil to about 4 inches above the priest’s grave. Anthropologists removed dirt from a 6-foot-by-11-foot space.

Forensic specialists worked under a white tent to examine the skeletal parts. The designated space allowed crews to work and shield the delicate pieces from the elements, which could cause erosion or other problems.

The wooden coffin for Augustine had taken serious damage over the years. Natural movements from the earth had crushed the coffin. The casket clearly used to have a glass top because workers found broken glass mixed with the remains. Funeral coordinators in the past often selected glass-topped coffins for people of position or for well known figures.

In addition to the corpse, the team found metal knobs and wood from the coffin, parts of a crucifix and rosary, and a portion of Fr. Tolton’s Roman collar.

“The intent of all of this is preserving the remains we have of a possible saint. We want to make sure that anything that we find is preserved, so it will go into a sealed casket and from the sealed casket into a sealed vault,” said Szabelski told the Catholic New World, Chicago’s archdiocesan newspaper.

Anthropologists intentionally slowed down the digging process to preserve the corpse. Crews used special trowels and soft brushes to carefully unearth the remains.

A forensic pathologist pieced the bones together anatomically while crews uncovered more pieces. In addition to the skull, diggers found Tolton’s femurs, rib bones, vertebrae, collarbones, pelvis, parts of the arm bones and other smaller bones.

The forensic pathologist used the skull to verify the remains were a black person’s. He also determined by the shape and thickness of bones in the pelvic area that the remains belonged to a male in his early 40s.

After the team uncovered all the artifacts and documented the conditions of the parts, they immediately began the process to reinter Fr. Tolton. Priests vested the remains with a white Roman chasuble and maniple, amice, and cincture. They placed the items in a new casket bearing a plate that identified him as “Servant of God Augustus Tolton,” along with his dates of birth, ordination, and death. A document left in the coffin details the work anthropologists and clergy did that day.

At this time, so far two miracles are possible and have been sent to Rome for further scrutiny.

On the Pathway to Sainthood

Before reaching sainthood, historical consultants completed an approval of the Positio of Tolton’s life. The Positio, an official position paper, summarizes the examination of a candidate’s life, ascertains the person as historical and not fictional, and evaluates the person for heroic virtue or martyrdom. Historians assembled the Positio on Tolton through a compilation of documents, records, publications, letters, newspaper clippings, and historical facts of the era in which he lived, and through the testimony of clergy, religious and laity who could vouch for his reputation in the Catholic community as a holy figure. Six historical Vatican consultants ruled unanimously on March 8, 2018 in favor of the Tolton Positio, which was based on more than 100 pages of research completed in Chicago.

Theological consultants of the Congregation of the Causes of Saints unanimously voted on February 5, 2019 for the beatification and canonization of The Servant of God Reverend Augustine Tolton. According to the consultants, once a miracle has been confirmed through the intercession of Tolton, he will be declared “Blessed.” For canonization, a second miracle will likely be required.

One of the people pushing for Augustine Tolton’s sainthood is Most Reverend Joseph N. Perry, the auxiliary bishop of Chicago and diocesan postulator for the Tolton cause. Perry said Tolton’s story needs to be remembered because it is still applicable to current struggles in society.

“Lessons from his early life as a slave and the prejudice he endured in becoming a priest still apply today with our current problems of racial and social injustices and inequities that divide neighborhoods, churches, and communities by race, class, and ethnicity. His work isn’t done. We will continue to honor his life and legacy of goodness, inclusivity, empathy, and resolve in how we treat one another” said Bishop Perry.

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