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wanna-do-bad-things · 4 years

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Expecting.

Summary: Tired of dating for nothing, Henry laid everything out for her on that very first date. But when he gets everything he hoped for, there’s one thing left that he really wants.

Word count: 1683

Warnings: trying to get pregnant (no heartbreak tho, it just takes a lil time), fluffy baby daddy Henry

A/N: this was for @henrythickcavill, requested via my patreon.

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Henry has been on cloud nine ever since she told him she was pregnant. Tired and mentally exhausted trying to find the right person, Henry had all but given up. It’s not that he was actively looking for a girlfriend, or wife in his case, but he did hope that when the right person came along, he’d just know. He’d feel it in his bones. He didn’t think it would happen like it does in the movies, where everything aligns, everything tastes better, music sounds better and he can breathe like he’s never breathed before. But he thought he’d feel something different.

She didn’t breeze into his life. She didn’t make him understand now why everything else hadn’t worked out. But what she did do was make him wonder how the hell he’d managed to feel so complete before when he felt bursting at the seams when he was around her. He’d laid it all on the table on their first date.

“I know this is a little full on, but I’m going to be honest with you. I can’t keep doing meaningless dates. If you’re not looking for something serious, something long term and possibly the end goal, then this date isn’t going to go far. You can leave, I’ll still pay for the bill, but I won’t hold it against you. I understand not everyone will be on the same page.”

Instead of pushing her chair back, grabbing her coat and bag and walking out of the restaurant, she pulled her chair a little closer, poured them both a drink and said, “so what colour theme are we having at the wedding and how many children are we having?”

She took an open interest in what he had to say, she challenged him on a few of his viewpoints just for a good conversation piece. They shared many of the same opinions and differed on a handful but nothing deal breaking or something that neither could get past. Henry understood that not everyone was the same and listening to her speak was amazing. He adored that they were on the same page when it came to values and their life.

As the weeks and months went on, he tried to trip her up. Tried to catch her out and see if she was just spoon feeding him everything he wanted to hear but no, it continued to flow almost perfectly. Henry took her on several vacations per year, she joined him on set, rode him when he needed his stress relieving and helped him with his lines. She was by no means a good actress, but she would try to put her feelings into it, try to give the script some sort of justice and helped Henry when he needed it.

They married three years later, with her joking that Henry would rush her down the aisle just so he could get straight to the baby making part of marriage. But it didn’t happen as quickly as either of them hoped. She came off her birth control and though they’d lose themselves within the sheets (or on the counter tops, table, against the hallway wall, the sofa, his gaming chair…just anywhere which could hold their weight,) as often as possible without wanting to take the fun out of sex and just have it for the sake of having a baby, pregnancy just wasn’t as easy to happen as they’d thought.

A year and half into their marriage, she’d began to draw up schedules, bought thermometers to check her temperature and downloaded several “trying to get pregnant” apps. She tracked her cycles, found the optimum times for having sex and had started to pitch it all to Henry when she realised she was two weeks late.

He’d sat there before her, waiting for her to reach the main part of her big presentation of why looking at their baby making schedule would be most effective when he’d watched the blood drain from her face and her scramble out of the room, roughly slamming the bathroom door closed and lock it before he’d been able to fully understand what had just happened. He’d heard things dropping onto the floor, things being torn open and as he’d stood nervously on the other side of the bathroom door, his hand on the wooden surface, listening carefully for anything which could give him an idea of what had happened, he’d finally heard the little sob that came from her.

“Are you ok?” He’d asked softly, not wanting to refer to her by any pet names, instead addressing her by her name. She hadn’t replied for a moment or two, just the sound of her soft cries filling the room in which he couldn’t access until she’d finally slid the lock open and he found her sitting on the floor, surrounded by torn open pregnancy test boxes and four tests sitting in front of her, letters boasting PREGNANT 4+ WEEKS on each of them.

Henry hadn’t wanted to go too crazy. He’d wanted this for too long and didn’t want to curse anything by purchasing anything too early. He’d gripped her hand, their fingers locked together, tears falling from his eyes as he’d pressed their hands to his lips as his eyes had remained fixated on the screen during her scan, watching as their two babies wriggled around for them. Watching as their tiny limbs stretched out and they flipped themselves around in their little bubble of comfort.

With each passing week, Henry ensured that he took care of any of the big jobs, needing her to take it as easily as possible. She hadn’t wanted to completely give up their workouts, and he’d make sure that he was there to observe each one, with a personalised plan specifically for pregnancy. They scoured the websites for the perfect nursery set up. With the babies genders remaining a secret, pots of neutral paint sits in the room. Dust sheets are down ready to catch any splatters of paint which hadn’t made it onto the walls. Tins of light colours are waiting to be applied and Henry has changed into his “DIY” clothes which are sweatpants and a loose, though still fitted for him, cotton tee shirt.

Most of the walls will be a pale grey to match the carpet, but there’ll be soft mint greens, duck egg blues, pale yellows scattered around the room in forms of cuddle bears, artwork and books that he wants to read to them. Two rocking chairs have been placed, and tested, and he already looks forward to sitting in them while reading to the two of them as they have their feed, much like he’s already done with her sitting beside him, their joined hands pressed to her large bump as he’d read some of his favourite childhood stories to them so that they would already recognise his voice. She’s due in one months’ time, and only now does he feel confident enough to begin to paint and assemble everything he’d bought.

She’d caught him in the middle of their living room two months ago, the boxes emptied out and him checking every screw, every nut, bolt and piece against the assembly instructions to ensure that everything was there, fully prepared with the phone and laptop beside him to make all the forms of contact needed to get the right parts sent out. “I’m not leaving it until last minute to then find out something is missing, or wrong or damaged and it’s too late.”

He’s strolled around the house with the double pram, telling her he needed to break in the wheels. He’s practiced for what felt like hours closing the pram and re-opening it again. Getting it in and out of the large car which he bought for the babies in mind. He’s tested numerous ways of picking up the baby carriers and how to get them in and out of the car with ease. He’s completed a baby first aid course and made sure he’s bought enough things to baby proof the house.

“You have some explaining to do.” She says, waddling into the doorway of the nursery, holding up some of the baby outfits he’s purchased.

“Look at the little cape though.” He grins, putting down the paint roller and tray before he’s even applied the first stroke. He walks over to her, his hand instinctively going to her belly as the other touches the cape of the baby vest which reads “my daddy is superman.”

“And this?” She holds up a mini Chiefs kit.

“I don’t make the rules around here. It’s law that they should match their daddy.”

“But what if they choose to suppo-”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Henry cuts her off with a wag of his finger, “we don’t have none of that negativity around here. Absolutely not.” It takes everything she can muster not to crack another smile and to try and keep her expression as neutral as possible but the stern look upon Henry’s face makes it more difficult to do so.

“You can’t wait for this, can you?” She asks him as she sinks down into her rocking chair and slowly goes back and forth, sighing contently to get the weight from her swelling ankles and sore feet.

“Lumberjack beard, bags under my eyes so big I could do a months shopping in them and endless stories of ‘so yeah, my kid pooped today’ conversations. I can’t wait.”

“No dad bod?” She questions.

“I’m a daddy now, and I’ve got a body.” You sure are daddy, she thinks. If she weren’t suffering from her aching hips, she’d be wanting to climb onto his lap and ride him. He looks far too good right now.

“Yeah you have, now let me see that body of yours get to work….on this room. Not on me.” She says, holding up her finger and lifting a leg up as though that could stop Henry from covering her body with his own, “you’ve done enough.”

“Well, you know what they say… it helps to speed things along…”

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littlelittlebear · 3 years

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Two Drifters | 3/3 Jeronica Secret Santa

@fangstomysweetpea oh my god.... its finally time!!!

The moment i’ve been aching for is finally here and i am HYPE

Happy Christmas my dear Tumblr-friend, I hope you enjoy this jeronica playlist/au/riverdale rewrite.

A couple things first, the descriptions on each song are just an outline as to whats happening in that moment/what the song calls for. Also, this is like a story, so its not really something you can play on shuffle lol. I’m confident you didn’t really need these “instructions” lmao, just want you to have a bomb-ass jeronica experience XDD

Also, you don’t have to “follow” the descriptions when you think them out, you can completely take the reigns too if you’d like!

So.... here ya go!!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1MflcKtyBDRjnP0giX03X4?si=ZcsD0GfxR0KevhgDpTZVKQ

And here are the descriptions-

Oxford Comma-

Locking eyes for the first time… wow. Just- everything is in slow motion.

Baby Doll-

Slow dancing in Pop’s after the dance. (V goes to Pop’s instead of Archie)

Can I call you tonight?-

Jughead and Veronica’s moments of glee when they finally set up a date with each other. Veronica squeals and jumps up and down, Jughead punches the air, they both fall down on the bed with blissful looks on their faces. Two cinnamon rolls.

“So, I’ll call you tonight?”

“Yes! *Too enthusiastic- calm down Veronica* Yes. Call me tonight.”

*Que music*

Just Like a Movie-

Jughead calls this their theme song one day when they’re just hanging out in the student lounge as a joke.

Scrawny-

Veronica calls this Jughead’s theme song in response, they have a good laugh and Jughead rolls his eyes at the lyrics A LOT.

Space Girl-

Jughead calls this Veronica’s theme song- because she’s “oUt oF tHiS worLD!”.

She smacks his arm for being so cheesy.

Good Morning-

The morning after they do the “horizontal tango” with each other for the first time, they dance in Veronica’s kitchen, knowing all the words- only to be interrupted by an amused Hermione Lodge.

Unforgettable-

Their first Christmas together, spent snowed in at The Pembrooke. But honestly, they don’t mind.

Shake it out-

Jughead and Veronica cry together after her parents blackmail them/force them to break up. #parentssuck.

Your star-

Coping with the breakup, newsflash- they aren’t, or when they are... they don’t go the healthiest route. So. Much. Angst.

Rare-

Veronica changes up her style a little bit, which really is just lower cut tops, just trying to forget about Jughead- does a lil sexy performance singing to this at a pep rally.

Out the door-

Jughead never leaving the depressional stage of grief.

+ Exchanging broken looks that just scream “I’m not over you.”

I can’t get you off my mind-

Drunkenly hooking up at a party because their tension recently had just been… w o w

Drugs-

Sneaking around- sexy times ;)

Why Do You Love Me-

Having a screaming match, then a very angry/hot makeup session, then very angry sex XD

The Wind-

After some hOrIzOnTaL TaNGo at Sweetwater River, they admit that they can’t keep away from each other, saying that they love each other for the first time- followed by Veronica crying tears of joy cuz she’s never done that before- and that they’re going to work everything out, together. They just hold each other after that.

“I love you, Princess.”

Veronica props herself on her elbow to face him (they were laying down before)

Jughead sees her widened eyes. “Y-you don’t have to say it back, I know its ha-“

“I love you too, Jug”

You and I-

Montage of working at Pop’s for summer, ending with a jam sesh in Jughead’s trailer- Veronica just in his shirt and Jughead just in his sweats. FP comes in, surprised to see Veronica, but welcomes her easily. FP and Veronica bond, and he embarrasses Jug with some baby photos. While Jug’s probably beet-red, he can’t help but completely oggle at Veronica- happy that they don’t have to hide from his dad anymore.

Start a Riot-

Jeronica send a little message to Hiram through security cameras (they just make out lmao), showing that he can’t keep them apart. They then proceed to trash Hiram’s jingle jangle lab. :)

Moon River-

Slow dancing after having been crowned homecoming King and Queen. And of course, because Veronica is 1/2 of this relationship- this becomes their song.

“That’s us.”

“What do you mean?” Veronica asks, confused.

“The two drifters in the song. ‘Two drifters, off to see the world.’ That’s us”

Veronica’s eyes start to gloss.

“I absolutely love that. And you.”

Teenagers-

Being the badass power couple they are, being 100% team Serpent against the Bulldogs during the riots. Its all one long shot too- no cuts :))

A Sunday Kind of Love-

Looking at each other in slow motion (wow- I really love putting stuff in slow motion) when Veronica is officially named Serpent queen, they’re absolutely smitten with each other. Cut to them dancing in the Wyrm to the song, discussing how they’re going to make their big debut as Riverdale’s resident power couple… second to Choni of course.

“So… now that I’m your queen, I was thinking had a debut of sorts. Just to educate the public of this new order.” Veronica jabs, only kind of joking.

Jughead laughs, but it sounds more of a huff.

“Could you settle for a hand-in-hand entrance at school? Or would you be more comfortable with a red carpet event?”

Glory-

Veronica and Jughead walking into school as Serpent Royalty with matching Serpent jackets- no special colours thank you very much. You can bet your ass its in slow motion.

Worlds Apart-

Veronica crying at Jughead’s bed-side after the Ghoulies fuck him up.

Boss Bitch-

Veronica gets revenge on the Ghoulies and Penny Peabody with the help of the female Serpents, the River vixens, Hermione, Betty, and Alice.

Le Symbolique-

Veronica and Jughead reunite from his state of unconsciousness, this whole sequence is in slow motion, with a lot of white lighting/glare. Jughead almost died and just that thought alone KILLED Veronica.

“Jug I was so scared-“

“Shush Ronnie, let me look at you.” His teary eyes trace over Veronica’s face with a beaming smile, before he brings his girlfriend closer and kisses the top of her forehead.

Harmony Hall-

Some core four bliss before it gets chaotic again, with a side of Jeronica and Barchie cuddles.

Not Your Barbie Girl-

A River vixen performance, Jughead is so fricken in love with Ronnie right now cuz she’s just RADIATING empowerment.

Therefore I Am-

Jeronica sends Hiram to jail again after a bomb ass one liner from Veronica:

“Mija, you have no idea what you’re doing.”

“Only one thing’s false in that sentence Hiram, I’m not your Mija anymore.”

(HELP ME I CAN’T WRITE)

*Proud Jughead smirk*

This Life-

Veronica meeting JB and Gladys, them getting along great- just a wholesome Lodge/Jones get-together.

Don’t Call Me Angel-

Veronica changes her name to Luna, fully emancipating herself from Hiram, and this gets Jughead really turned on XD

Sway With Me-

La Bonne Nuit’s first successful night, Josie, Veronica, Toni, and Cheryl perform. Veronica somehow convinces Jughead to dance with her in public. Think Moulin Rouge’s Diamond Dogs type editing.

My Oh My-

Getting screwed over my Hiram, Veronica is in a TON of debt and needs some “stress relief” with Jughead. He obliges. Happily.

HIP-

Veronica and Cheryl start their rum business, Jughead helps and oml he’s so proud of her. Btw, Cheronica are HUGE badasses right now.

Bury a friend-

Surviving Eversgreen Forest and Penelope Blossom…

Youth-

The core four are free from the forest, successfully escaping Penelope Blossom. Jughead and Veronica share a tearful but happy kiss, laying down on the back of a truck.

Don’t Take The Money-

The core four hang out at pops and promise to have fun this senior year, Jughead steals Veronica’s cherry from her milkshake, but being so vulnerable to Midget’s (He calls her Midget. Yup.) puppy dog eyes, he makes it up to her by sharing his fries.

“And for a brief, shining moment, we were kids again.” all that good shiz

The Four Seasons: “Winter”-

Jeronica hangs with the Stonewall psychos.

(Online Love)-

Veronica and Jughead FaceTime and Veronica has this vibe like she’s the montage of the hero’s dead girlfriend in a movie. Like her hair is all splayed out on her pillow and she’s all smiley-

“You look like an angel right now- with your hair like a halo and how much you’re smiling.”

Veronica laughs

“Well it’s your fault I’m smiling you idiot.” Her voice softens towards the end of the sentence.

“I love you too, Ron.”

El Tejano-

Party at Stonewall, Jeronica are absolutely WASTED. Fun fact- Jughead get’s really into PDA when he’s drunk

Burned Out-

Oh shit… I guess Jughead is dead now. (dw, Betty’s still the one who “kills him”)

Claire de Lune-

Just kidding, he’s alive, and he and Veronica have a really cute moment in the bunker. Veronica starts reading his novel, per his request, and he just starts playing this on the record player and she smiles but her eyes are still on the book. He just kind of watches her, and when she starts beaming at the book he can’t help but kiss her right there. Then they just cuddle and little bit, Veronica on Jug’s lap, reading the book some more.

Girls Like GIrls-

Veronica has to prove Jughead is dead, so she and Betty kinda sorta… make out. Like, a lot. Betty is dating Archie at this point, and he’s the one who gets “mad”. But basically Betty and Veronica end up making out again cuz they spot Donna watching them. Veronica is a bi con, and Betty might be too but everyones in denial so *shrugs*.

Dream Lover-

(Time skip, because I’m lazy) Jughead’s alive again, sadly, his spot at NYU was taken by well, Veronica. Luckily, after pulling some strings, she surprises Jug with a full-ride acceptance letter from NYU starting second semester.

Magic Moments-

Yay! Prom! Barchie gets crowned king and queen (Beronica was kind of forgotten about, but thats fine, because we’re here for Jeronica first). While Betty and Archie are totally lost in each other, Jughead and Veronica are just kind of joking around on the side. While it’s Barchie’s moment, Jeronica is still looking pretty damn cute rn. Also, this becomes Barchie’s song!!

Oxford comma-

The song comes through the speaker at prom, Jughead invites Veronica to dance. As they sway, they gaze at one another like they’re seeing one another for the first time, to the song that started it all.

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And thats it! Thats Jeronica’s story from season one to season four, I hope you have a very merry Christmas and I hope you liked your presents! Also, if anyone feels like adding on to the dialogue or using any of the points in a fic or even making a whole ass fanfiction- please do!! I didn’t do this justice with my mediocre quotes so it would actually be preferred XD.

And again, happy Christmas :))

#jeronica #jeronica nation #Jeronica Secret Santa 2020 #secret santa #jeronica secret santa #jeronica playlist #jeronica fanfictions #jeronica au #riverdale rewrite #jeronicasecretsanta20

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princess-of-the-corner · 5 years

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Okay, just a little more on the Lady Luck Au because when I first made the post I stopped at the most recent episode and a number of episodes have come out since so I’m gonna discuss them a little! Not in-depth for the most part because I don’t want to go back and watch right now since it’s 12:41 while writing so let’s go!.

Gamer 2.0

So Mari’s still too stressed to play video games, but while she’s a Hero, she’s not the one saving the day.

Chloé herself was actually part off the project since she’s taken over as the Miraculous Merch Department. She’s in charge of things like Copyright and all that, so Max literally had to come to her about the game if he wanted to get it off the ground.

However Max doesn’t think about getting her to play test the game despite everything that happened the first time he got Akumatized. (Well, it might be he’s a lil salty about it but he’ll get over it.)

Lady Luck playing the game is having a fucking blast though.

By the end, Chloé offers to be more involved in the project by testing the game and giving feedback on how the various Akuma had been in their fights.

Party Crasher

Adrien is a lot more on board with the Teen Rebellion™ and throwing a party while Gabriel’s away. However, he knows that Chloé would absolutely murder him if he did this without her because she’s been suggesting it for months.

So he calls her and she’s actually the one who remembers the tree planting thing.

She has him put her on speakerphone so she can interrogate the boys

She calls Nino ‘clown boy’ again. He asks if she’s ever going to let him live down Bubbler, and she says ‘considering you’re not only a clown but the entire goddamn circus, no.’.

The whole lying plot gets resolved immediately because she says ‘either call the girls and apologize for this, or I’ll do it myself!’.

Adrien had legit forgot so he’s off the hook

Everyone else is sweating bullets because they know the girls will kill them.

They do concede though, and plan to do the tree stuff and then party into the night.

After the apology and spending the day planting trees, Chloé takes over organizing the party, keeping it a little more in control than it got before.

People who deliver stuff are sent on their way with payment instead of sticking around.

The guest list is kept a bit smaller, mostly just the classmates, though they do make exceptions for people like Jagged Stone

She has Sabrina deal with Roger though because Chloé knows that if she tries they’ll all end up getting arrested.

Wayhem is still kinda forgotten about and becomes Party Crasher.

We have different Heroes show up to fight him! And remember: in this AU the Miraculous aren’t being gathered back up afterward.

Obvs we have Lady Luck and Chat Noir, but also Fennette, Abielle, Turtledove, Queen Cobra, and Unicorn.

Ivan is given the Monkey Miraculous instead of Kim. Not sure what to name him though.

The rest of the episode goes mostly as planned.

Puppeteer 2

Instead of Alya and Nino, Adrien and Marinette bring Chloé and Sabrina. And also maybe Alix because my ships.

The reason being that the whole Lila plot is making the Mari/Alya friendship difficult, so they’re not hanging out as much.

Adrien and Marinette are already dating by this point, so there’s no misunderstandings. However, the statue scene does still kinda happen.

Adrien decides to prank her by pretending to be a statue.

Mari jokes around being over-dramatic.

He knows she’s being over-dramatic, but decides to suddenly move and scare her.

It works a little too well and she just straight judo flips him.

The embarrassment happens because Adrien is lying on the ground, winded from his gf just causally flipping him, and he’s staring up at her all beautiful and determined and low-key backlit by the ceiling lights and looking all ethereal.

And he’s just like ‘holy fuck marry me!’.

Chloé hears about that and does not let him live it down ever.

Fighting the statues is a little easier because even though there’s more fake heroes, the team knows one another well enough and can find fakes. Especially since Manon is more of a ‘LuckyChat’ fan than a ‘Fennoir’ fan(blame her mother).

Confronting Puppeteer is a bit different because Chloé has a different approach with small child Akumas.

She tends to agree with them and negotiate more.Because kids tend to see things much more black and white, even when Akumatized. It makes it easier to talk them down when saying ‘I understand and we can fix this, just let me save the day I promise’.

There’s probs more cute Adrienette moments afterward.

Ikari Gozen

The Marinette/Kagami rivalry is a bit more non-existent in this AU. Kagami was told early on that Mari legit cares about Adrien, and the Adrienette ship has already set sail.

This is when they become friends though.

For the most part the episode is the same.

However, Kagami doesn’t get the Dragon Miraculous because most Miarculous are shuffled. I’m not sure what to give her right now. Originally I was going to give her the Horse, but then Startrain happened so that’s out. Right now I’m thinking the Tiger?Or maybe the Mouse(I know I said I’d give Luka the mouse because I’m a weeb but maybe?).

Kagami also doesn’t reveal her identity, so she gets to keep her Miraculous.

She also gets a hell of a lot more friends because she now has the rest of the Hero Team.

Reflekdoll

This happens mostly the same in that there’s modeling and Kwamiswap. Though the ‘I have the harder job’ plot doesn’t come up at all really because everyone kinda has a better balance between ‘this is serious we have to fight’ and ‘we’re allowed to make fun quips and comments as long as we don’t screw up’.

I’m debating on how to do the Kwamiswap though

It’s just the Ladybug and Black Cat that switch, leading to Lord Luck and Duchess Noir.

We keep the Mari and Adrien switch so we get Lady Noire and uh... Mr. Fox? He’d probably get a better name tbh.

Somehow our Main Five end up switching, and we get some meta jokes with Marinette getting the Ladybug Miraculous, Chloé getting the Bee, and Sabrina getting the Black Cat. (Adrien gets the Turtle and Mylene would have the Fox btw.).

Desperada

Kagami’s issue is less ‘jealousy’ and more ‘idk how to make friends’.

When Jagged asks for a guitarist, Marinette isn’t a dumbass and suggests Luka in the first place.

The fight is a lot shorter because we don’t have Aspik and the 25,913 tries, thanks to the lack of identity shenanigans. Instead, Chloé gives the Snake to Juleka, who becomes Queen Cobra.

slight side note because it pertains to the Lila plot: When Lila’s lies split the class down the middle, Juleka was originally more on Lila’s side. When Chloé reveals herself to be Lady Luck by handing her the Snake, Juleka switches sides. She wonders how to convince Rose, but she only has to wait until Startrain when Rose becomes Unicorn.

Okay, all the other episodes have their own posts so I’m done. Goodnight fuckers.

#Lady Luck AU

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divagonzo · 6 years

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Funny Business (Harry & Ginny and more)

Ao3 // FF.net

A/N: Sp I got the idea from @gryffindormischief from a prompt from her and asked if I could take it for a short fic. 7000 words later and here we are. Rated T just for giggles. Ace mostly safe. @vondrakenhof might be able to name the game in question. Also, my eternal thanks to @fightfortherightsofhouseelves for the size 250 kick in the arse on getting on with writing part II up to snuff.

Under a cut line because it’s 7K in length but I’m publishing it in 2 parts since it is so long.

Oh, and A/N2: This based off my own nicheverse (*Cough CC isn’t Canon Cough*) and so Albus isn’t Captain Emo Edgelord and Harry isn’t a tosser to Al. – DG

“Alright Harry, fess up.”

Harry continued to stare at the kids playing video games in the den. “I – “

“The Minister being an arse?” Ginny cheeked. “Budget cuts stressing you out?”

“It’s not like that,” he muttered.

James stood up and danced over his brother Al, taunting him like only brothers could. “Don’t pout. I told you that you had to drink a strength potion before taking on that wizard. I can’t help it he killed you within 30 seconds.”

“Shut up. I’ll beat him” Al glared but Ginny knew that her other son would keep after his task until he did win and beat a task. He has her tenacity where James got by on natural talent. Al was the best of his parents, in addition to being a very kind boy, where James naturally took after his grandfather, supposedly.

“Alright. I’ll start it from the last save. Try it again.” James toggled his controller and the game backed up 5 minutes, to where the players were on the second level, with three more to go. The boys were immediately busy, fighting through trolls and other bad guys and jawing with one another. Lily Luna, though, was in the corner, playing with her toys and pointedly ignoring her brothers. Ginny knew Lils was irritated at her siblings for not letting her play on the console, but they also didn’t know that when Lils couldn’t sleep and Ginny was still awake late, they’d play a different game, bonding over video game go kart racing. Lily Luna loved going fast, either in a video game or for real. The family was thankful for their grandfather making such muggle things work in their household around so much magic.

Ginny tuned her kids out and focused on her distressed husband. She knew him better than he knew himself most days and needed to know what was going on before she could help him – or kick his arse out of agonizing over something he would reluctantly share with her.

“You took the kids out for ice crème when you got home from work at 1, and then went and played at the park for two hours. You’ve not left work after a half day in years. Now I know you adore the kids, but something isn’t flying straight here. I will help if you can tell me what’s going on. ”

“Maybe I wanted to spend time with the kids this afternoon. Can’t a dad have some fun time with his brood?” Harry kept his eyes forward, not looking at Ginny. She knew that look when he was lost in thought and not paying attention to what was in front of him. “Al said he wanted to go play at the park and Lily asked for ice lollies. James wanted to play video games when we got home.”

“I know you too well. Something is bothering you. You distract yourself from mental torment by playing with the kids more than usual. They won’t notice but I can see it, how you stare out the kitchen window and forgetting to drink your tea.”

“You’re right.” He didn’t elaborate. He gazed towards the boys on the floor in front of them but his flame haired wife knew he was lost in thought. Ginny ground her teeth. She thought he was better the last few months, with work settling into an actual routine where he was home most evenings and they could spend time as a family. But in the last month, he grew distant, almost apathetic with the family. Ginny was at her wit’s end in how to help her Husband be his warm and affectionate self. He was intentionally busy enough that she didn’t have time to use her time-tested way of helping - a relaxing shag.

“Mummy, show me how to fix this.” Their diminutive daughter who was as curious as her Aunt Hermione, and as much a dragon as her Mum, stood there holding a miniature figurine she used for playing Quidditch at home. Uncle Ron bought it for her sixth birthday and she never tired of it. The toy pitch took up space on the floor and she could move the figures around manually or her Mum could enchant it and she could watch the figures zooming around it. But one of the figures broke - the Keeper. Sometimes the bludgers didn’t go the right way. Ginny pulled her wand from behind her ear and pointed at the toy Keeper and silently repaired it. “There you are, dear. Good as new.” She pointed her wand at the pitch and animated the players along with the small scale bludgers. Lils went back to her corner with the toy box and was enthralled in moments.

“Come on, Harry. Spill it. You know I will pester you until you tell me either way.”

A loud squeal erupted. “No! It’s not fair. I did the spell. It should have worked.” James roared. “Turn it back. I’m not dying by the wizard.”

“I’ll resurrect you as soon as I beat him.”

“I said turn it back.”

“No. You’re mad you screwed up and got struck by lightning and were killed. Don’t blame me for cocking up and stepping on the trap.” Al unpaused the game and proceeded to kill the dark wizard who had been sabotaging iron ore for smelting. “

“It’s not fair. I’m turning it back to the last save. I have to beat the dark wizard.” James looked behind him to his parents on the couch. “Make Al turn it back.”

Ginny snorted. “He said it: you stepped on the trap and got zapped. It killed you. And he promised to resurrect you in a temple shortly. Quit pouting and wait ‘til he gets to a temple to heal you.”

James ignored Ginny. “Dad! Make him turn it back.”

“James, you died in the game. Either nicely ask or go revise in your room. I’m not giving in and going against your Mum.”

“But Dad!”

“Insulting your brother for your own mistakes is something Uncle Percy would do.” Harry knew he crossed a line by it but he’d not admit it to the kids right now.

“I hate you,” James threw the controller and ran off. “I’m nothing like him!”

Ginny shook her head at her oldest son’s antics. She glanced at Al and made a wink at her other son, her quiet one who was so much like Harry, but with a loving upbringing with tons of affection.

“Lils, do you want to play?” Al asked softly. “I could use a better companion.”

Lily looked at her Mum and saw the affirmation. She yelped and dropped the toy bludger she was about to set into motion and ran to where Al was sitting. He tinkered with the controls a touch and reset the game to the last save and off they went, fighting trolls and slime and mercenaries. Al quietly coached his sister on traps and how to evade death by treasure chest.

Ginny smiled. Her thoughtful son set the controls from hard to easy, for his sister’s benefit.

“Harry, tell me.”

Harry screwed up his face some before growing stoic again. But Ginny knew better. He wasn’t, not really. He was hunting up the words to use instead of exploding at her, even if she didn’t do anything. They’d agreed years ago that he could vent at her, even exploding, and she’d hold off unless she was directly involved. That agreement prevented many barn burning rows. He reciprocated for her, too, when the politics of the paper got to be too much for her.

Audrey performed so many miracles for the family after the war ended.

“It’s crap from work. You – “

“I do want to hear about it. You can share with me, well, as much as you can. You know that.”

“You’ve got your hands full with the kids. You don’t need my work crap too.”

“That’s a load of dragon shit and you know it.”

A door slammed upstairs. Harry and Ginny looked up towards the top of the stairwell.

“I’ll tell you after I go deal with James.” Harry stood up from the couch and Ginny reached out for his hand.

“You’re stalling.”

Harry looked at his wife, and past her words. Her features betrayed her casual comment. She was imploring him to share with her his burdens. He couldn’t resist anything she asked. “Yeah but when I get back, I’ll talk.” He leaned down for a peck on her lips before going to the stairs. He climbed them up with imposing footsteps. Ginny saw him limping up them and frowned. He wasn’t limping when he left this morning. Maybe his hip was giving him grief, a result of a previous visit and stay at St. Mungo’s.

“Mummy! I did it. I didn’t get killed on that level. We’re going down to the next one.” Ginny smiled at her daughter and caught a wink from Al.

“You did? That’s fantastic. Maybe Al can help you on the next level too.” Albus nodded in affirmation. They turned back to the game on the telly and went back to their dungeon crawl.

“Yes, Mummy.” Lily Luna didn’t see her Mum give her brother a conspiratorial smile back. He smiled and turned back to the telly and unpaused the game. They were fighting once again against half-human creatures that were pretty easy to kill.

Losing patience at watching the kids clearing magical traps on the next level down, she got up to go to the kitchen to make a pot of tea for them as well as a tumbler with two shots of Firewhiskey for them, too. If Harry was that upset that it took much effort to get him to talk he might need a wee dram to lower his resistance – or she might need it to hear what he had to say.

She took the tray with the pot, cups, a saucer of milk, a dish of sugar with spoon, and the tumbler of distilled beverage back to the couch and put the tray down on the side table. She settled back into her spot on the couch with the latest copy of the Quibbler. She hadn’t had a chance to read the article from Luna about the Peruvian Vipertooth. While much of it was fascinating and educational, the humor behind the article was why she wanted to read it. Somehow she read all of the articles in Luna’s voice. It was like having her best friend at home, sitting next to her, reading aloud. It didn’t hurt that interviews with Harry subsidized her expeditions.

Ginny lifted her head when she heard Harry stomping down the stairs. “He’s grounded from the console and his broom the rest of the weekend.” Harry plonked down on the couch and scowled. “He gave me some sodding excuse so I called him on it. He gave me cheek and I told him he was grounded the rest of the weekend. Maybe he can learn some manners while playing with his brother.”

“I never did, that’s for sure.” Ginny cheeked. Harry saw her smirk and softened. “I distinctly remember ending all of my seasons with the most penalties for a Chaser in the entire league. So I guess he gets it from me.”

“Oh I remember. I seem to recall you running full speed into Zacharias Smith after a match one time. Not like the tosser didn’t deserve it.” He smirked at the memory. But his expression changed when Lily yelled at the television. “She’s like Ron that way.” Lily yelled again before howling. Al grimaced at her temporary death before resurrecting her. They needed a few moments before heading down to the next level and facing more traps, slime, and bad guys.

Ginny turned to get his cup along with pouring a splash of whiskey into it. She stirred it before handing it over. He took a sip and gave her a pointed look. “I don’t need it,” he whispered.

“Then I will drink the rest and listen to you not talk.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him as she picked up the tumbler and drained the rest of the brown distilled beverage. Her face flushed and she burped a small bit of smoke before smiling at him. Her hard-drinking days as a professional Quidditch player were years behind her but her alcohol tolerance never seemed to wane, as long as it wasn’t elf-made wine.

She turned her attention back at her kids and said to herself that she’d wait on him tonight. Ginny laughed with the kids as they beat the dark wizard at the bottom of the dungeons and collected plenty of treasure. They were onward up and out of the mines and off to their next adventure.

She was comfortable with companionable silence as minutes passed and the kids played their video game. There were plenty of nights post-war with them sitting in companionable silence. Ever so slowly Harry learned to open up and share what he was thinking and occasionally feeling.

She felt Harry take her hand. It was their unspoken signal he was ready to talk. They came up with it the first Summer after the war ended when so much trauma happened and sometimes Harry needed her but wasn’t ready to talk. When she’d squeeze his hand back she was ready to listen.

Ginny pulled his hand to her lips and kissed the back of his hand.

“Hemera is retiring. She informed me of it today, effective at the end of September. That’s six weeks from now. She’s been an Auror for decades, and I depend on her so much. She was a mentor and then an amazing friend. Fuck, I’m going to miss her wisdom.” Harry took a deep breath before continuing. “It made me realize that while I will miss her, I miss Ron even more.”

Ginny put down her cup and saucer. Now that was profound, coming from Harry.

“I know you will. The two of you have been through hell and back so often you have your own boat across the River Styx. But what brought up the issue with Ron. Don’t you work with him, see him almost daily. Don’t the two of you have offices next to one another?”

“I do, yet I don’t. We’re both so busy in our jobs that we might see one another every fortnight at work or on the various inter-office memos flying around, but enough time to sit down for a lunch? Never. And I never realized ‘til today how much I miss having him sitting across from me in the squad bay, throwing parchment at me when I was being a git, or his laugh when Hermione would drop by with takeaway when we were too busy to take a break for lunch. I miss Hemera ragging on us for being a couple of misfits or putting us on our ass in training without breaking a sweat.” Harry took a deep breath and blew it out. “All I seem to do now is sodding paperwork, beg for budget increases, and play politics in the office, with the very rare occasion of a mission to oversee. I never considered I would be more politician than Auror when I took the Directorship. Had I known, I’d have turned it down and let Hemera do it for a few decades.”

“I hate to say it but I do miss the early days of my career on days like this. I miss going without sleep for two days with Ron there, watching for one of the rogue Death Eaters and trying to bring him in alive, or not.“

“Don’t you see him in all of those bloody meetings you’re always complaining about, that take up so much time and are so unproductive?”

“I do, but it’s not like we have time to go to the pub after a shift and spend two hours talking about everything and nothing. Don’t get me wrong – I love the kids with every bit of my heart. I miss Ron and Hermione, too. Hemera retiring made me realize all it. When she told me, I felt like I’d been kicked in the gut by a centaur.”

“Let’s have everyone over this weekend, including Hemera and Aurora. I can cook a standing rib roast with all of the sides you like. Ron can bring over pudding.”

“They’re probably busy,” Harry said wistfully. “And since Hemera and Aurora’s daughter hasn’t started Hogwarts yet, they might have other plans.”

Ginny screwed up her face. “Look Harry, we –“

“I’m being stupid and selfish,” Harry complained. “I thought that things wouldn’t change when we had careers and kids and our families. I thought we’d share dinner once a week with everyone and grouse about work and laud the kid and others stuff.” He frowned. “I never expected that my mentor would become a dear friend of mine and it not be you. And then there’s Ron. I miss him being with me and available anytime I needed him. But then maybe that was my dream that we’d still be in each other’s pockets for the rest of our lives, which I wouldn’t ever mind. I never considered that one of my best friends at work would be my mentor and one of the bare few who lived long enough to mean something to me. I never expected to have my best mate working with me but barely seeing him.”

“Harry, dear. Do you think that we have to see them daily to keep the friendship? Or that if I don’t see Hermione for two weeks that I don’t love her as fiercely as I do my brother? Or that if I don’t firecall Mum for a week that she thinks that I hate her?”

“Well, um,” He couldn’t continue, “yeah, actually. Isn’t that how it works?”

“Damn those bloody muggles,” She complained under her breath. “Love, dear, I know that you need quantity of time with them. I get it. I really do. I miss seeing Luna when she’s off on her expeditions for months on end. I certainly missed you when I was off on tour of the world those months way back when. But being away from someone for days to weeks on end doesn’t mean that they don’t love you, or that they don’t want to see you. Those Muggles? Maybe so.” Venom dripped from every word regarding the Dursley’s, except Dudley who they were on a friendly basis with since he grew up and married a Witch. “Do you think that Mum and Dad don’t love you if they don’t see you for a couple of weeks? Far from it, dear. The same goes for Bill and Fleur and the rest of the family. Sure they might not see you for a month but they do love you, and even like you, too. I can guarantee that Hemera will bug you weekly, send owls, and postcards from all of the places that they will travel.”

“It still hurts. I still miss spending time with both of them, talking bollocks at a pub over a pint of bitter and how fucked up a mission was.” Harry sniffed. “That’s why I took off early. I owled Ron but he was working for George today at the shop and he couldn’t leave.”

“What about this idea then? I’ll call Hermione and see if I can keep her two pixies for a few hours and you can go with Ron to a pub and have some time?”

“But he’s working at the shop and probably won’t be home ‘til 8 or so. The kids start getting ready for bed at 8 and Lily won’t go to sleep unless I read to her for half an hour. I want to go out but you and the kids need me.” Harry turned to look at his beautiful wife. “I promised you and the kids I wouldn’t forsake you for silly reasons. Wanting a night with Ron at the pub getting pissed is a silly reason.”

Ginny glanced at her two kids who were still playing before turning back to her husband. She leaned into him and kissed him gently but with passion and fire, promising more after the brood was asleep. “Let me see what I can do,” she said. She kissed him again and got up from the couch.

“Al, heal me so I can keep playing,” Ginny heard from behind her. Her precocious daughter and amenable son warmed her heart daily. Ginny stopped in the doorway of the den and watched her husband using magic to bring the Firewhiskey bottle to him and pouring a wee dram for himself, tipping it back in one swallow while watching his kids.

‘I have to do something,’ she thought as she went into the living room, where they kept the dedicated Floo for their home. She grabbed a handful of powder and tossed it into the fire. “Granger-Weasley auxiliary fireplace; authorization Weasley seven three seven.” She waited ten seconds before yelling, “Ron? Hermione?”

Hermione sat up from her chair in her office and came over to the fireplace. “Ginny? Anything wrong?”

“No, but I do need to prattle a spell.”

“About?” Hermione knelt down on the padded rug in front of the fireplace, sitting awkwardly before crossing her legs.

“It’s Harry. Hemera gave her retirement notice today and Harry’s gutted. But it made him realize he’s also missing Ron. He misses spending time with Ron.”

“I heard about her giving notice but I’m boggled about Ron. How’s he missing him? They work together in the same department,” Hermione said. “They see each other daily, or so I thought.”

“Harry said that it’s meetings and waving but to actually have quality time with one another and not talking work or shop is bothering him. I will try to change his mind but – “

“No, don’t. Ron mentioned something about a week ago and it only now made sense. He said that while he loves the jobs and working in the shop with George, he does hate having to work so much.”

“Any ideas?”

Hermione sat still for a minute, chewing her lip with a far off look on her face. “Ya know? I actually do think so. And while it’s quite barmy, I think it’ll help them. I think it will be one of my more brilliant ideas.”

Hermione went into detail and the more Ginny heard it, the better it sounded.

“And the kids?”

“James is old enough to go with them but Al and Lily along with mine are probably too young to deal with that much travel. Camping they can handle, probably. But if Harry needs private time with Ron, I think James could stay with us and have fun with his cousins instead of that. It might be a bit much for him for a first time out.”

“Maybe not if we work out a few things magically. But do we do this with magic or not?”

“I think that doing such without magic will help them both. It’s not like they aren’t in shape, is it?”

“So when is Harry free next?”

“A fortnight from now.”

“I’ll see to it that Ron has that four-day weekend free. You can go ahead and get things set up and I’ll meet you there. We’ll have them go somewhere else and then meet up with us that Sunday evening.”

“I think that would be a lovely idea for a trip.”

Part II will be published at 12:00a GMT tomorrow.

#Dragon's fic #hpfic #hinny #harry j potter #ginny weasley #James S Potter #Albus Potter #Lily Luna Potter #Ron Weasley mentions #Hermione Granger in a short cameo #and an OC from my nicheverse #Queue up for the Dragon

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kinsbin · 6 years

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Period Pains [McXeen]

Title: Period Pains WC: 1,712 A/N: Self Insert, Period Talk

Summary: Xena’s period comes around and it’s never fun. Jesse McCree, who hates to see her in any sort of discomfort, will do his best to make her as happy and comfortable as possible.

A/N: I’M ON MY PERIOD AND DYING. So I wrote a oneshot on McCree comforting me through it ;v;

Xena groaned as she curled herself up into a ball on the couch, the sounds of whatever baking show Food Network was blasting on repeat drowning itself against the fabric of the pillows she had built around her. The fabric and position did little to calm the pulsating and churning of her uterus as it shed itself of its internal lining. Periods were rare for her. Daily stress and anxiety always assured that the months between each one were few and far between. Three or four would pass before her body decided it was time to spill itself out against her will, but, when it did it unleashed all those months of pent up discomfort in a solid, lengthy week or two of non stop bloodshed.

Another fierce cramp assaulted her body, causing sweat to pile up as she groaned into the pillow and twirled to readjust to a more comfortable position so that the pain would grow more dim. It persisted as she knew it would. She gritted her teeth, as she always did.

The sound of soft footsteps echoed. Spurs clinking against tile and into carpet as Jesse’s heavy movements announced his arrival back to their home. Though her heart craved to greet him with a hug and kisses, her body refused each movement she tried to offer it and kept her cemented on the couch, rolling to her side with a pained huff.

She heard Jesse enter the room and startle, hurrying to her side and leaning down so he was in her field of vision. His brown eyes swam with worry, hat and serape still on to indicate the first thing he had done when he entered was look for her instead of going to take them off. It warmed her heart to know that. Well, it would have if the pain had not been overwhelmingly annoying in that moment. A soft groan escaped her lips as she pouted grumpily up at her boyfriend.

“Darlin’? Everything alright?” His voice conveyed careful worry as his hand reached out, placing itself onto her head and rubbing soothingly at her messed up locks. Xena whined and leaned into it, shutting her eyes tight as another cramp overflowed against her uterus.

“Noooooo,” She bemoaned instantly, “It’s not alright. I’m DYING, Jesse. Let me rot into the couch in peace.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the dramatic words she exasperated before reaching up to remove his hat and place it down on the nearby coffee table. Brushing a stray hair to the side of his face, he quirked an eyebrow. “Oh that so? Better prepare a mighty’ fine funeral for ya then. Ya wanted a gold-plated coffin right.”

“Sarcophagus,” She corrected, “I want a full-on Egyptian burial. If you don’t put my important organs in canopic jars as homage to the gods who will judge me in the afterlife, I will come back from the dead to haunt your ass so hard.”

“Organs in jars, got it.” He confirmed with a nod. She groaned again and buried her face away from him.

“Seriously, though, it is my organs. I have my period finally. Just started today.”

“Oh, I see,” He nodded carefully and let his hand trail down her body. When it reached her back, it gave her spine and shoulder blades a careful, gentle pressure as he massaged her. Xena’s body shook at first, back tensing with dislike at the feeling of being touched so impromptu, but the pressure relieved the pain of her swelling muscles and, soon, she relaxed into the movements. Soft noises fell from between her lips as he continued his ministrations, leaning against the couch as she slowly uncurled herself from the ball she had been pushing into further and further. “Anythin’ you want me to do to help you out, Honeysuckle?”

The nickname softened Xena’s rigidly pained heart enough for her to chuff out a laugh. Peeking out from the pillow she was buried in, she gave Jesse a reassuring smile. As best as one could be through the pain of it, that was.

“I’ll be okay, Cowboy,” She responded reassuringly, “It’s only this bad the first couple days, I’ll live through it...Ugh, I do need more pads, though....And I would kill a man for Huevos Rancheros. Or fries. Or both. Oh man beans and fries….”

It was his turn to laugh as she slowly uncurled herself from her pained hiding and spread out before him, rolled onto her back as she looked up at him with tired eyes. He took the chance to reach out and brush her hair from her face. She leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut as she enjoyed the warmth of his human hand against her face. There was a fondness in his gaze that she didn’t see behind her closed lids, a soft thrum of electric love firing itself from warm brown eyes and onto her form. Even like this, writhing and complaining, she was the cutest damn thing he had ever seen. If he didn’t know better, he would have picked her up and laid her on top of him. But, he was a smart man when need be, and moving his girl away from any position she felt comfortable in was a dangerous gamble.

Instead, he leaned down closer, placing a loving kiss against her lips which she returned once the shock of the action wore away from her.

“You sit tight, Honeysuckle,” Jesse whispered once he separated himself from her, “And let ol’ McCree handle the errands, alright? Pads and Huevos coming right up for ya.”

“Jesseeee,” Xena whined worriedly, “You really don’t have to! I’m just complaining. You just got home and going back out is dumb and-”

“Hush your mouth, it ain’t no trouble,” He rebuttled with a gentle flick to a stray strand of hair against her head, smile bright on his face, “‘sides, ain’t nothing I wouldn’t do for ya, darlin. You know that, right?”

Her blush was warm on her face, matching the shade of her brilliant red hair as she buried her face back into the pillow she had been occupying. Through it, however, there was a muffled ‘okay’ that McCree could just understand. With a nod, he pick his hat up from where he left it and slid it back on his head. Xena called a soft ‘thank-you’ to him in the midst of her goodbye, and Jesse just turned to flash her a wink and a grin before disappearing once again out the door.

He came back a little around an hour later. Xena had found a more comfortable sitting position up and against the couch, a pillow tucked over her abdomen that she could curl around as she shut her eyes to listen to the commentary of the video she was watching. The channel had shifted from Food Network to what appeared to be the Discovery Channel, the ocean sparkling in the screen while a british man narrated over its wonders. She heard the door unlock and turned to look in the direction.

Jesse popped in, grinning triumphantly as he tended to do when a simple, domestic errand was completed. He loved doing them, especially for Xena. It made them feel normal. Like a family. Something he longed for but could never get. Not until he had met her, at least. Now there she was, wrapped up on their shared couch smiling brightly at him as he entered the room with his plastic bag of drugstore loot and takeout boxes. The smell of eggs, beans, and handmade tortillas filled Xena’s nostrils, making her mouth water.

Jesse put down the bags as well as a large beverage container.

“I forgot to ask what type of uh-products?-” He looked confused at the words for a moment, “You used so I kinda got a bunch of ‘em just to make sure I didn’t screw it up. There’s also Advil and that chocolate-covered biscuit treat ya like.” He takes the time to set down the takeout bag next to the soda and smiles, “One thing I didn’t mess up though! Huevos Rancheros from your favorite lil’ Mexican joint a few blocks away. Complete with Dr. Pepper.”

Xena simply stared at all of the items strewn out before her, eyes wide with shock at the lengths to which Jesse had gone in the span of an hour to ensure her comfort. Seeing her awed look, Jesse shifted in his spot from next to her, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Is everything alright, Honeysuckle?”

“Huh? Oh! Yes, yes its-!” She smiled and laughed, turning to face him before reaching out to envelope him into a tight hug, wrapping her arms around him to drag him down with her into it. Jesse huffed in shock before laughing and returning the hug, pressing a kiss to the shoulder his face was buried in.

“It’s more amazing than I could ever imagine, Jesse. Thank-you so much for all of this,” She whispered to him with a soft sigh, “You really didn’t have to…”

“I wanted to,” He murmured, moving away from the hug to kiss her forehead gently, nuzzling himself against her hairline as he took in the scent of her soft lavender. His large arms wrapped around her to bring her into his lap, pulling them close together so he could feel her warmth. She giggled against him and sighed, shutting her eyes as the safety of his large frame encompassed her.

“What did I do to deserve such a great boyfriend…” she murmured in wonder.

“You deserve the world, Honeysuckle.” He returned, kissing her again before placing her down with a chuckle, “Now, how about we enjoy that food, hm? Wanna watch a movie?”

“Yeah...can we watch Tombstone?”

“Read my mind as always! I’ll put it on.”

As Jesse stood, a soft touch stopped him. Turning to see what else she needed, Xena’s face lit up like a beautiful string of fairy lights as she looked at him, causing a blush to spread against Jesse’s cheeks as she chewed on her lip before leaning forward to kiss his hand.

“I love you, thanks.”

And he couldn't help the grin that spread against his lips.

“I love you to, Honeysuckle.”

#self insert #self ship #selfinsert #selfship #KaiCree #kinley writes

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deislandgirl-blog · 6 years

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Me? I’m No One Special...

So my Masters is kicking my ass, so I decided to post a part of this monster that’s just been sitting on my computer. I just need to think about something else for a lil bit. Hope you enjoy. I may finish and post to AO3 eventually. Feel free to comment.

“We could get married.” Wait, what? Where the fuck had that come from? At Stiles’ high brows, Peter knew he hadn’t imagined that he’d said that aloud.

Stiles’ silence was followed by a disbelieving snort. “Yeah, and live happily ever after, in Never Never Land.” He sighed and rolled over grabbing one piece of clothing that had been discarded on the corner post of the bed.

“And why not?” Peter said, suddenly serious.

“You can’t be serious!” Stiles paused looking at him with an annoyed frown. “Sex is one thing, Peter, and don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed the sex,” he stressed, as Peter wondered why he was using the past tense. “But marriage is a whole other something and ridiculous to boot.” He turned away in a huff, dragging the shirt over his head, scars hidden as it slid down his back, and hunting for his underpants and trousers.

“Why is my proposing to you ridiculous?” Peter was more than a little miffed at Stiles’ ostensibly callous attitude.

“Why do you want to go and spoil things? This was fun, Peter, our fun.” Again with the past tense, Peter thought, but Stiles rushed on. “No one else needs to get involved, or at least we could pretend no one knew you’re screwing the servant boy and it could continue until you got tired and needed new entertainment or until your sister laid down the law, and we both knew this. So let’s not pretend this was more than it was,” Stiles’ arms were now gesticulating frantically.

At his dismissal of their ‘relationship’, Peter sprung naked from the sheets, tossing the wrinkled things aside and grabbing onto one flailing arm. “You know we’re more than that. Don’t cheapen it like this.”

Stiles closed his eyes and sighed, “I have to get back before I’m missed and it gets Scott into trouble. He’s already done more than is wise.”

“Can we at least talk about this later?” Peter didn’t like the feeling of desperation that bracketed his emotions. Was Stiles breaking up with him?

“I don’t know there’s much else to say about this, Peter. Honestly, a marriage between us is impossible in every sense of the word and you know it. The only thing this is going to do is bring trouble – especially since you’re already promised . . . to Scott.”

“Scott’s not the one I want. I want you.”

“And therein lies our problem . . . I have to go.” He tugged his arm free, scrambled into the rest of his clothing and scanned the corridor before tossing over his shoulder, “Goodnight, Your Highness,” and disappeared behind a softly closing door, taking Peter’s heart with him.

Stiles eased another door closed, for the second time that night and started to tiptoe to his pallet.

“Where the fuck have you been,” the dark voice said from over to his left startling a squeak out of him.

He couldn’t help the tremble that came with it, but forced it down for calm as he turned to face Duke Raphael who was moving steadily closer with deliberate, threatening steps. “I, I . . . couldn’t sleep, my lord,” he said carefully, “and Isaac, the Queen’s servant asked for a hand with some of the duties for Her Majesty, to prepare for the ball . . . I volunteered fo. . .” A hard slap tossed him three feet away and had stars bursting behind his eyes.

“How foolish do you think I am, boy? I can smell him on you... you little whore.”

Stiles cowered as the Master kept coming forward. He felt a heavy boot connect to his ribs and in the next breath he was grabbed by the neck of his shirt and shaken before another slap stung his already smarting face. “You dare to make us the laughing stock of this place, whoring yourself out to the Prince like a piece of meat from the brothel?” The last word was delivered with spittle and a punch that clear knocked the wind from him and aggravated the damage already done to his ribs.

“Uncle! Stop,” Scott stood, disheveled from sleep but indignant. “Release him, now!”

“Watch your tone, Prince, or I will tell your mother what you’ve both been up to this past week. And that all her plans to join her kingdom with the Hales’ have gone to naught because your servant is bedding the man you are betrothed to. How do you think she’ll take that? Huh?! What do you think will happen when your engagement falls through?” Raphael’s voice was harsh and deadly.

Stiles was still gasping, trying to catch his breath. “I’m sorry,” a tear slipped down his face.

“Sorry?” Raphael tossed him to the ground, where he crashed onto his shoulder with a pained cry. “You filthy piece of trash! Sorry? You stay away from Prince Peter if you know what’s good for you,” he grated, eyes hard. “And you Prince,” he addressed Scott, “would do well to remember your place and your duty.” With the parting words he stalked back to his connecting bed chamber, slamming the door.

Scott rushed to his servant’s side, cringing when his attempts to pull him to his feet were met with a pained cry. “Shit, your shoulder may be dislocated. Let me get help.”

“No!” Stiles gasped out. “I can handle it.”

“Stiles, you’re bleeding, for God’s sake, and for all we know he could have punctured something vital.”

“Stop, Scott. You know it’ll only make him angrier.”

Scott clenched his teeth but said nothing more about seeking help. “Let me help you to bed and clean you up.” He bent once more to his servant and friend, torn but with his uncle’s words clanging guilty warnings in his ears.

Scott no more wanted to marry Prince Peter than the Prince wanted him for a husband. The fact of the matter was that the Hale Kingdom needed fresh blood and alliances, and the McCall Kingdom needed wealth but had plenty goodwill with the rulers around them. For all intents and purposes, it was quite a reasonable trade off – that was, unless you were Scott or Peter.

The two had met once before this occasion. Then they’d both been civil, but at the time, with his mother also in the visiting party, Scott had only concentrated on learning about the kingdom. His mother had wanted better to portray a certain standing in the Hales’ eyes, and Scott being her only son was expected to set a good impression. So Scott saw it as his duty to learn as much as he could, outside of that which Stiles had already filled his head.

He swore the boy had a penchant for retaining information that put even his own considerable efforts to shame. But then, just before they were due to travel, Stiles had suffered a sprained hand – one he swore he got falling out of a tree in the orange grove but Scott knew perfectly well that while Stiles was a klutz, that lack of coordination disappeared once his feet left the ground. It was Stiles who’d taught Scott how to climb trees, scale walls and even to perfect his fencing skills – on a tight rope, no less. The boy read everything he could get his hands on and figured out how to make what he read work in real life.

Scott had known then, just as he’d known with all the other bruises, breaks and sprains and lacerations that it was his uncle’s doing. He just could never figure why the Duke hated the boy so.

So Stiles had had to sit out that trip, but had been allowed to accompany Scott on this one, to aid him in any way he wished. It was his mother’s decree and the boys had rejoiced, until she’d mentioned that other duties prevented her departure until days later and instead his Uncle Raphael would be his escort to the kingdom. He’d watched the joy leech out of Stiles’ eyes when he’d told him, even if his friend continued to smile like the trip hadn’t just taken an unfortunate left turn into fucked up territory.

What none of them had accounted for was what would happen the first moment Prince Peter laid eyes on Scott’s most trusted servant and friend.

The caravans had taken longer than expected to arrive at the palace, and then his uncle had insisted Stiles help unpack the wagons. So the young man had been late and sweaty by the time he had shown up in to Scott’s rooms to help him dress for the evening’s dinner. Everything had been a rush, so it was no surprise that Scott forgot Queen Talia’s gift from his mother in his still packed trunks.

Not wanting to offend by making the return trip which would take another five minutes to get back to his rooms, Scott had begged Stiles to rush to fetch the package. On returning, his friend had realized they were still at the drinks portion of the evening and had asked one of the servers to alert the young prince that he was waiting just outside the doors for him.

As it turned out the reason drinks were still being served was because the Queen’s younger brother, sore that he was being “sold off like so much cattle” had purposely delayed his arrival in the Great Hall. Scott had come out, quickly retrieved the package and dismissed Stiles back to their rooms when the young servant had turned and promptly smacked into the royal.

What ordinarily would have been quite a gaff, turned into a moment of stunned silence as the Prince just stared at the young man he’d never met before. After humbly rushed apologies, accompanied by too much bowing and scraping on Stiles’ part, the Prince had insisted Prince Scott introduce them.

Scott had seen that look before. Seen it in the way his father had looked at his mother before his death. Seen it when cook looked at the servant girl and she blushed delicately, and now in Peter’s focused gaze. He’d known then it would only lead to trouble.

And when Stiles had looked up into those very blue blues, he’d felt his stomach tighten with a kind of anticipation and fear for feelings he should not entertain but could not help, especially in his best friend’s presence. His best friend who was very near engaged to this very man.

Over the next few days it seemed the Prince was determined to seek Stiles out, especially through Scott. Scott had thought they’d had his uncle fooled. The man had been preening at the fact that Peter was constantly seen in the company of Scott and it would seem that all was going according to plan, and Scott perpetuated the belief, allowing the Prince free answers to questions about his dear friend.

But now it seemed the ante was up, and Stiles would pay for it. In fact, they both would, as Scott was still set to marry the man he truly believed was in love with his best friend.

He should have walked away. The very first time the Prince had sought him out, he should have walked away – but he didn’t. He’d entertained his questions and company, time and again, convincing himself that he could not refuse the questions of a royal – but knowing in his heart he was lying to himself.

He’d been intrigued.

Peter’s mind was sharp. As sharp as his own, and his wit, it was as dry as it was inadvertently charming and Stiles was charmed. He hadn’t meant to, but he was. And then there was the night he’d run into the Prince in the corridors of the West Wing.

Stiles sighed now, and it had less to do with his bruised ribs and more to do with his own self-recriminations. He should have known better. Should have walked away. Should have said no. Should have thought of his friend – first and last.

But he hadn’t.

When the Prince had crowded him up against the wall, cupped a hand around his cheek, he could admit now he’d already been leaning into his touch before the Prince had even laid a breath on him. Then those sensuous lips had claimed his and he’d been lost.

“Tell me to stop and I will. Tell me you don’t want this and I will leave you alone,” Peter had uttered softly against his lips.

“Peter, we shouldn’t,” he’d responded over a muddled brain.

“Just say the word, Stiles. Do you want me to stop?” the prince had asked.

And to his everlasting shame, Stiles had moaned, “No” and been damned.

Peter stood on his balcony and looked over his sister’s kingdom. A kingdom that was about to enter an alliance that would extend their influence and power – unless he screwed it up.

He hadn’t intended to fall in love with anyone, but the fact remained he’d been bored. The parties, the treaties, the entertaining dignitaries; he’d been sick of it all. And then after an evening spent arguing with his sister about his upcoming betrothal, he’d left the palace in a piss and had ridden out into the woods for the evening, returning only when his servants began to get nervous and jittery. He would never take his tantrum so far that they’d be blamed for his tardiness, although his sister would know better.

So to calm them, he’d begun the ride back – to their quite audible sighs of relief – and allowed them to dress him for the first of three parties leading up to his official engagement to Prince Scott of the McCall Kingdom, that would take place when Queen Melissa arrived. He’d delayed as long as he could before leaving his rooms for this “peacock show” as he called it, determined to show Talia he was his own man, even if she did rule him.

Then he’d turned a corner and crashed into a pair of whiskey eyes with tantalizing moles and his life had tilted.

Peter would be hard pressed to say what the man had said to him in apology. All he recalled were limbs moving in flails and a glorious set of moles that his tongue salivated to trace with detailed accuracy. He’d demanded an introduction of Scott and had known, even then that he could not just walk away.

But now Stiles was wigging out, but reasonably so, about his surprising proposal. He’d actually surprised himself with it, and again to realize that he actually meant it. He truly wanted to claim the smart ass, quick tongued young man.

It was his family that would be the problem. His family, and his commitment to kingdom and duty.

He didn’t see Stiles again for three days. Every question to Scott was met by a shifty look, a cowered glance at his uncle, if the man was nearby, and a stammered excuse as to why the young man wasn’t by his side.

Stiles was always by his side or off in the stables. And he hadn’t been in either place for three days now. That was three days too long for Peter.

He was getting ready to call Scott on his bullshit when the young prince managed to get him alone and corner him with seething fury as he said in a whispered rush – “You’ve been careless. My uncle found out about you two.”

Peter had felt ice rush through his veins. “Is he alive?” Peter had seen the scars. The ones Stiles had tried to hide or lie about. How could he not? The problem was the young man couldn’t lie to him worth a damn. He’d seen him lie flawlessly to others, including the commander of the palace guard, with neither flinch nor tell, but with Peter he had tells a plenty.

“Yes, he’s alive. Do you think I’d allow him to be killed?”

“How bad was it?” he asked through clenched teeth.

“Bruised ribs and a couple other scrapes that will heal if he stays out of my uncle’s line of sight,” Scott bore no illusions that Peter wouldn’t have guessed the reason for Stiles’ scars. “But that won’t happen if you continue to treat him like your personal concubine,” Scott said, anger in his voice.

“I beg your pardon?” Peter squinted at the daring.

“Look, I have no doubt you care for him, maybe even love him, but all the palace is aware that he’s sharing your bed, and I will not have him gossiped about as some gold digger. You’ve taken absolutely no care with him and it was foolish of him to allow it, knowing that ultimately he belongs to my uncle. It’s only because of the respect for my mother, who insisted he become my servant when we turned 9, that he hasn’t taken him back. But if you keep this up, take my warning, he will and neither of us will ever see him again.”

Peter nodded jerkily and swallowed. “Can I see him?”

Scott frowned. Had the man not heard a word he’d said? “That would not be wise. If my uncle . . .”

“Please, Scott. I need to see for myself that he lives.”

Scott considered him for a long moment then sighed. “Tonight, when my mother arrives. My uncle and the Queen will go to meet her before the official announcement to iron out details. That will be the best time. I will try to buy you 20 minutes, but don’t make me regret it and make sure you show up before the end of the meeting Peter, I mean it.”

Peter nodded again, and Scott stalked away, everything in his body language saying he was still angry at the Prince, and rightly so.

Peter chastised himself. He should have known better than to put Stiles before the line of fire like that. Scott was right, he’d been careless and insensitive, not even considering what their affair could mean for Stiles.

The young man had no family, no rights, no protection against any atrocities that might be visited upon him – except for Scott’s defense and care, and he, Prince Peter of Hale, had almost cocked it up. Despite his lofty standing, he could no more intervene in the treatment of Stiles than his own sister could. It was purely a private matter, and with the treaty not yet signed between the two kingdoms he could not afford to offend the Duke, regardless of the fact that he’d love to slit him open from navel to nose.

So he’d be careful from this point on. But he would not give Stiles up. He couldn’t.

“What are you doing here,” Stiles stood still, speaking through gritted teeth. He turned angrily to Scott, “What’s he doing here?”

“You have 20 minutes. Make it count,” Scott said, sending quiet apology to Stiles with the puppy dog eyes, but leaving anyway with a close of the door.

Stiles’ fingers balled into fists. He slowly walked over to the chairs by the hearth and sat gingerly, favouring his left side. “You shouldn’t have come.”

“How could I not? How bad is it?”

Stiles spared him a sly side glance and was silent for a long moment. “It’ll heal,” he replied finally.

“Not what I asked,” Peter said, moving toward him. But before he could get close, Stiles jumped out of the chair with a hiss of pain and a grimace, and edged closer to the hearth, stopping Peter in his tracks.

“I said I was fine. You shouldn’t have come.”

Peter was lost. He didn’t know what to do about any of this. “I’m so damn sorry, Stiles.”

“It’s not your fault. It takes two to tango, but this dance must now come to an end.”

“No, you can’t mean that,” he said, not realizing he had scooted forward toward the young man again, who eased back to put an armchair squarely between them.

“We both had our fun, Peter, but the Queen is here now. I can’t afford for anything to go wrong with your engagement. We can’t afford it.”

“What if I don’t want this particular engagement?”

Stiles’ face went red with anger. “Is everything a damn joke to you? It isn’t always about what you want, Prince Peter,” he spat out the title scathingly. “You’ve had privilege your whole life, well not everyone’s life is like that. My life isn’t like that and I can’t afford your games. I don’t have the currency to play them. Now please go.”

The prince swallowed thickly. “Stiles . . .”

“No!” He straightened his spine, though it looked like the effort cost him, and finally did the one thing the Prince could not ignore. He bowed. “Goodbye Your Highness.”

Peter stood still and watched as the shutters came down on Stiles’ emotions and then stared at the top of that bowed brown hair. He wanted to yell, to scream, to shake some sense into him, but all any of that would do was bring him more pain.

With a final look at his beloved, he bowed goodnight and left. This was not the end of it. It couldn’t be, he vowed silently.

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