#YOU on the other hand; mother; yell and get mad at me over the stupidest shit and never fucking apologize.
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do you want me to fucking go off on you? do you truly fucking want that mother?
#“oh you and your sister never listen to me and blah blah blah” we fucking do (or at the very least i do)#“you guys never help out” does me doing the litter and taking out the trash and on occasion hand washing the dishes mean#fucking nothing to you? does me sweeping the floor every once in a while because you chose to keep us in an area that is ALL SAND/DIRT ROAD#for whatever stupid ass reason also meaningless? does me doing my damn best to help out mean fucking nothing?#do you want me to kill my self. do you want to lose your eldest child to something YOU could have fucking prevented all because you can’t#stop being a bitch to him all the time? do you really fucking want that mom? because at this rate i am once again on the road to fucking#attempting it. i’m so god damn sick of how you treat me. the only time i can do anything i want is at night. i stay up super late playing#games with my friends because its the only time in the day when you aren’t bitching and whining for me to do something you don’t want to do#for the past several days i’ve been up until five in the damn morning just to do something that makes me happy.#you misgender me. you deadname me. you refuse to accept any aspect of my identity. you don’t treat me like a god damn person.#i have so many different ways i can consider attempting if i truly wanted to. the only thing keeping me alive is my friends. because they a#least show that they fucking care and actively want to do things with me. like group drawing or playing video games.#YOU on the other hand; mother; yell and get mad at me over the stupidest shit and never fucking apologize.#i cannot recall a singular time you’ve apologized for being a complete bitch to me over something so fucking unimportant.#and yet i’m expected to be completely fucking fine and happy all because you provide me with the bare fucking minimum.#”i clothe and feed and provide a place for you to live” THAT IS THE BARE FUCKING MINIMUM. sure you could argue over the fact i’m 18 and#should be out working somewhere. but you give me so few opportunities for going places and even considering getting a job or finally gettin#my driver’s license. plus i would rather fucking die than work any food service or customer service job. because i’d be going somewhere#where i’d mostly get talked down to or yelled and then come home and have the same shit done after working for hours and getting minimal#pay. i’d rather work on my own fucking terms with commissions than go into any job where i have to interact with others in public for any#reason. where i’d be treated just the same as at home. like someone who isn’t a person and doesn’t deserve anyone to be nice to them.#i constantly so desperately wish that maybe one day soon i’d find someone to be with romantically and that i could maybe live with them and#get out of this hell hole that i’m supposed to call home. to go somewhere and have my efforts appreciated. to go somewhere where i’d#actually fucking be loved. i shouldn’t have to wish so god damn hard for a better life all because my mother can’t fucking treat me like a#person with hopes and dreams and thoughts and feelings.#i’m ending this rant here before i get too angry and upset. see you all in maybe an hour.#suicide mention#ask to tag
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My Boys
Chapter 4
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14
Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 2788
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
Sorry for leaving this so late everyone, Had a really busy day at work and passed out as soon as I got in, Woke up at 8 and I’ve been working on this chapter for ages so hopefully you all like it :) Enjoy Everyone!
(Also մոխրագույն օրխիդ means grey orchid in Armenian, according to google translate)
-Two days later
If someone told me that I’d end up in the middle of a gang war being held hostage with a colt M1911 held up against my head, I probably would have called them batshit crazy. Confused? Let me explain, two days ago the mole in the մոխրագույն օրխիդ reported that they were planning to infiltrate our territory and attack us at the base, the մոխրագույն օրխիդ have been rivals with us for years, almost for as long I’ve been alive.
The boss was really pissed, I mean I’ve seen mind mad but boy he was raging, knocking everything over hell he even shot one of our new recruits he was that pissed off! All members were forced into training, Damien brought in an ex Russian spy to teach us new moves, at the end of it my body was littered with bruises and cuts I could hardly see my skin colour it was that bad. Hell, some of the boys looked worse then me. We trained through the night, alternating between combat training and firearms, it was relentless… some of the guys passed out from exhaustion and when they came back ‘round boss put them straight back into training.
I’ll admit, there’s been some intense wars, but they didn’t even come close to this one, everyone was involved, even the bloody cleaners were trained and normally they just clean up the rooms after the guys are done with a prisoner! We had a plan to draw the մոխրագույն օրխիդ out, everyone was to go to the bank and make it look like a heist prep, while I set up shop in the dinner across the road. I was to make sure that none of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ got the jump on our guys and take out as many of em as I could, so there was no bloody pressure there, I’d be lying if I said I was anything but terrified.
It was around 5 AM when training stopped, all of us ordered to get cleaned up and report back to the base at 6:30, one by one we all left for our homes the pistol strapped to my thing reminding me of what was about to happen…
-Tiny Time Skip-
The hour and a half flew by, each member was sorted into a group and bundled off into a car, every group has a different route and arrival time. Of course, I was the only one who didn’t have that luxury, the boss said that it’d seem less suspicious if I took the bus there and arrived last, so there I was on the number 17 bus at 7 in the morning. The street past by me in a blur, kids were making their way to schools with the mothers in tow behind them, mean while I was making my way to a bloody gang war. Not much of a difference between the two is there? Lazily my eyes glanced over the street, bored outta my mind, the stop was still 10 minutes away and the pair behind me talking business weren’t really curing my boredom.
I swear down if I don’t get off this bus soon I’m gonna lose it! letting out a small sigh I turned and looked out the other window. Okay come on could this day get any bloody worse ?! just my luck both Steve and Bucky were on the street the bus stopped on both staring at me, they really need to stop doing that it’s starting to creep me the hell out. I felt my eyes widen before I ducked under the window, wanting nothing more than this blasted bus to hurry up and move, muffled voices started yelling my name from the other side of the window as the bus started to pull away from the stop. Slowly I started rising my head up and dared to look out the window, both the boys were chasing after the bus, Steve lagging behind as Bucky raced ahead, we shared one last look before the bus blended back into the traffic on main street.
That was way too bloody close for my liking, letting out a sigh of relief I cleared my head and concentrating on my up coming task, the next stop was the one I needed, and I still had 10 minutes before I needed to check in. It was a simple plan, I’d walk into the dinner and order a coffee and a sandwich, walk over to the booth closest to the window and signal my gang I was in position, monitor where the մոխրագույն օրխիդ came from and get the registration numbers of the cars they came out of. Simple enough.
Noticing that the bus was nearing my stop, I readied my things and hit the button, mentally preparing myself for the next few hours.
Steve’s POV
Y/n was right in front of us, on that bus, it’d only been a couple of days, but she’s changed so much again. Her cuts had healed but her face, it was littered with fresh marks and bruises, the dark bags under her eyes stood out against her pale skin, she looked like a ghost.
What the hell happened to her? I was still from the shock, manging to break out of the haze when Buck started running after the bus, we chased it down the block for as long as we could but eventually we lost her…again. Slowly, I came to a stop next to him, his face impassive, but his eyes were filled with anger, worry and sadness, a look I knew all to well, “Did ya get the bus number?” he didn’t turn and look at me. He was still staring at where y/n disappeared, his head turned slightly at my question but other than that he kept his gaze ahead of him. “yeah, she’s on the 17, it stops just outside the bank on 4th street… did you see y/ns face Steve? She looked like death warmed up, what the hell is going on with her?” Bucky’s temper started to rise, I knew how he was feeling, the frustration of not being able to help someone who desperately needs it was slowly drivin’ me insane. “That’s somethin we’re gonna have to ask her when we find her, come on Buck lets go find our girl” clapping my hand on his shoulder, we started following the road down.
-20 Minutes later
A silence surrounded us as we walked, both of us thinkin’ about her, why won’t she let me help her? I know what it’s like to not have a family growin’ up, then Bucky came into my life and changed it all, he became my brother and I his. That’s all I wanna do for y/n, give her someone to rely on, someone to trust. Gun fire shattered my inner thoughts, people were running and screamin’ as they tried to get away, the crowd managed to knock both of us to the ground, Buck grabbed me by the collar and dragged me outta the way before I got crushed by all the people. “What the hell is goin’ on?! Steve, you okay?” I didn’t answer him, my eyes followed where the noise was comin’ from, Bucky right behind me, both of us peaking around the corner to see what was going on.
Two groups were firing shots at each other, one group was holed up in a dinner and the others were shooting from behind a couple of cars, a few of em were shooting from inside the bank. “Jesus Christ! We’re in the middle of a goddamn gang war Buck, we gotta find y/n and get the hell away from here!” for once in his life Bucky didn’t argue with me and started pulling us away from the scene. A sudden shout halted our movements, the firing stopped as the dinner door opened, my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach from what I saw next, a man yelling in what I guessed to be Russian walked out the dinner, his gun pointed at the side of y/ns head. Blood was dripping from her nose as he dragged her across the middle of the road, the worse bit was that she didn’t look scared not one bit, instead she looked blank, there was no expression on her face and eyes were dead, the man holding her yelling was nonsense I chose to ignore, keeping my eyes trained on her.
“Steve please tell me that my eyes are tricking me and that isn’t y/n being held hostage by the dickhead with the gun” Bucky’s voice shaking, I didn’t know if it was from anger or fear, “We need to get her outta there Buck”. Both our gazes were trained on the man holding y/n, our minds focused on a plan of getting her back to us.
Readers POV
I knew as soon as I entered the dinner somethin’ was off, the atmosphere didn’t feel right at all, choosing to ignore it and stick to the plan I got in position and signalled to the member sat on the bench outside the bank. One by one, the gangs made their way inside the bank and I waited for the sign, 5 minutes later gun shots were fired from inside the bank as members of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ pulled in cars and opened fire on the guys. People in the dinner started screaming and running for the door, I played my part and hid under the table trying to look terrified, everything was going to plan then shit hit the fan, the guys left in the dinner with me pulled out guns and returned fire on the Црни лабуд.
This is not my F**king day at all! What the hell do I do now?! Shoot at these guys or plan hostage and gain the upper hand?!, the decision was taken outta my hands when one of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ thugs grabbed my upper arm and dragged me over to the back of the room. Guns were trained on all the everyone who were unfortunate enough to get trapped in the building, a young girl was hugging her mother for dear life as the war carried on, keeping my eyes focused on the guy closet to me I waited for an opportunity.
Okay, y/n this is without a doubt one of the stupidest things you are ever going to do, the thug watching us turned to answer another member when I struck, quickly leaping to my feet I grabbed him from behind and forced him to the floor. Clearly surprised the other guys faltered before retaliating, acting purely on adrenaline I pulled my handgun and started firing at them, managing to hit 3 of them, 2 in the arm one in the chest, before I dived underneath the counter. Bullets started flying past me as they fired through the counter attempting to hit me, acting on impulse I laid down, waiting for them to seize fire and check to see if I was alive, one guy peered over the side and tried to tell the other thugs I was still alive. My reaction was to grab is collar and slam his face into the counter the use him as a human shield, the members ended up unintentionally killing their own guy, clearly, I pissed them off for out-smarting them.
I managed to fire a few more shots before a sudden force hit my back, sending me to the floor with only my face to soften my fall, Son of a b*TCH THEY JUST BROKE MY GODDAMN NOSE! A hand grabbed my hair, pulling me to my feet. I came face to face with the ugliest motherf*cker I’d ever seen, Alexi Churnov leader of the մոխրագույն օրխիդ and the monster behind the rise of sexual assault cases in Brooklyn. “My, my what do we have here, it’s the renowned recruiter of the Црни лабуд. Boys, this is little y/n y/l/n, she’s been a part of the Црни лабуд for quite some time now” His voice alone is vile enough to make a Nun swear, “Cut the crap Churnov I haven’t got all day ya know, places to be people to shoot and all that” okay maybe I need to learn when to keep my mouth closed.
The next thing I knew my head was forced backwards and a stinging pain erupted along the right side of my face, I turned my head forwards and what do you know, I was face to face with the devil himself. “Have some respect you insolent child! talk to me in that tone again and I won’t hesitate to kill you. Now down to business, tell me what the Црни лабуд are planning or one by one these people die.” Well, do I have permission to panic now?!, slowly Alexi came closer to my face, scowling as he waited for his answer, my response ? I spat blood in his face and laughed at his stupidity.
A sharp kicked halted my laughter as I was dragged to my feet, a now very pissed off Alexi was dragging me to the dinner entrance, the difference of the light left me temporarily blinded, “Црни лабуд! WE HAVE YOU’RE PRECIOUS LITTLE Y/N! COME OUT AND FACE US OR SHE DIES RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!”. Oh, you have got to be f**king with me. The Црни лабуд shared glances with one another, nobody knew what to do, hell even the boss looked conflicted and unsure with how to solve the situation.
You know how I said that attacking the մոխրագույն օրխիդ with a pistol and no back-up was the stupidest thing I’d ever done? Well this is even stupider. I quickly spun around and grabbed the arm holding the gun to my head and twisted it behind Alexi’s back, curse words flew out of his mouth as the gun fire returned. Shots passed by my head as I dived behind a car, in the distance police cars were closing in on the gangs, not that either side cared all were focused on taking out as many people as possible.
I was happy with staying here until the police got the situation under control, out the corner I noticed something odd, two very familiar faces were crouched down behind a wall, both boys were corned as gun fire rained on either side of them. WHAT THE HELL WERE THOSE IDIOTS DOING?!, my eyes were wide with panic as I watched thugs from մոխրագույն օրխիդ slowly edge closer to them, not thinking of the risks to me I dashed out from my cover and started running over to them. My heart started beating faster, one of Alexi’s men was pointing his gun at Bucky and Steve, Bucky stood slightly in front of Steve to try and protect him.
Using the last of my energy, I ploughed my entire body into the man, sending both of us toppling back over the wall. The impact stunned the both of us for a second, but the fist flying to my face soon knocked some sense into me, literally. What is it with these guys and punching me in the f**king face today? Quickly I rolled off him and sprung to my feet, barely managing to avoid his second attack. I used my size to my advantage, manoeuvring around the thug, punching and kicking wherever I could reach, at some point he landed a kick and sent me flying into the wall of the building behind me, my eyes followed his hands as he trained his gun on the boys again.
I acted on impulse, pushing me body forward and over the wall as he fired his gun, at first, I didn’t feel anything just a little pinch as I landed on the floor in front of Bucky and Steve, the sound of guns cocking behind me had me tense up and turn around, thankfully it was the police aiming at Alexi’s men. I let out a sigh of relief before turning to the boys, both were still on the floor with me, “Jesus Christ what the hell were you two thinking?! You could got shot! Or worse killed!” neither of them said anything, tears started falling down their checks as they looked at me.
“Y/n…Yyour bleeding” I felt my eyebrows scrunch up in confusion as I glanced down at my body, to my horror blood was soaking my shirt and then the pain hit me like a ton of bricks. Black spots filled my vision as I felt my body fall to the floor…the sound of my name being called from somewhere far away as darkness consumed my vision.
Very long Chapter to make up for the really late upload, feel free to leave some constructive criticism and as mentioned before all Imagines and Requests are open :) Thanks for Reading
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Father and Son-wise Camping Trip Pt. 1
Warning: Foreshadowing
Father’s Day is only a day away, so Pennywise thought it’d be a good idea to go camping the day before Father’s Day; since setting up the tent is going to be hot and stressful, it would make more sense to complain or/and argue the day before. “Thanks for getting the gear ready Star-Baby.” Pennywise winked. Aquarius smiled before she kissed him by the cheek. “Are you almost ready dad?” Archie asked from outside the door. “Hang in there son... There’s plenty more sugar where this one came from!” Pennywise laughed.
Archie rolled his eyes. “I’ll wait for you outside... Bye mom!” Archie called out to his mom. Just as Archie was getting out the door, Aquarius stopped him. “Just a minute you rascal... You’re not going anywhere without a kiss from mommy.” Aquarius said as she grabbed hold of her son. “Mom no... not out here!” Archie whined, as some of the boys on their bikes laughed at him. Pennywise saw that his son was embarrassed, so he brightened up the mood. “Don’t worry son, if these boys come laughing at you again, I’ll feast on their fears and eat their flesh.” Pennywise swore. Archie does not approve his dad’s allegiance, but he still loves his dad no matter what.
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Pennywise made a thought about camping at the location of Camp Crystal Lake, only because his son loves going there. Even though the camping gear is heavy on Pennywise’s back, it was worth his while. “Here’s a good spot, the ground is flat, it’s shady... yeah... I think this is perfect.” Pennywise admits. “Well lets not just gaze the view just yet, we have to set up our tent.” Pennywise added. “Have you set up a tent before?” Archie asked. “No, but I have destroyed it while scarring the young campers inside... does that count?” Pennywise asked. Archie just laughs as he shook his head. “I’ll do fine son, you do you, I’ll get the tent set up.” Pennywise said as he looked at the directions. “How do humans read that language, I only know English and Swedish...” Pennywise complained. “Uh dad... you’re reading the directions upside-down.” Archie informed. Pennywise blushed. “...thank you son... Maybe you should stay close by, incase I needed your assistance.” Pennywise said. Archie laughed at his dad’s request, this is going to be the funniest trip ever.
Archie has decided to go for a walk to pick some apples or/and berries, maybe even visit Malon afterwards, until he remembered that Malon was scared of his dad, so he thought maybe it’ll be best to not see her; after all, it’s almost Father’s Day and he should only spend time with his dad for that special day and Malon can spend time with her dad Jason.
When Archie came back with the apples, he saw his dad under the folded tent that he was going to put up. “Dad... Want some help?” Archie asked while looking down at him. “If you don’t mind... But it won’t be easy...” Pennywise said with a tired sigh. “Here dad, have an apple...” Archie offered before he went to the tent and read the directions.
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Ten minutes later, while Archie is halfway done, Pennywise went over to his son to ask him some questions; one about his tent building skills and the other important question. “So son... where did you learn how to set up a tent?” Pennywise asked. “Well... Back when I kept Malon and I a secret from you and mom, Malon and her parents were going to have a sleep out; I offered to lend a hand and Jason taught me how to set up a tent. That’s it...” Archie explained as he was finishing up the tent.
Pennywise chuckled only once before he asked his son another question. “Archie... first of all, I’m very proud of you... because you’re my son and I love you since... I’m your dad...” Archie looked up at his dad with confusion. “I love you too, but where exactly are you driving at?” Archie asked. Pennywise kneeled down to his son’s height just to face him. “I just want you to know... that eventually... the family is going to extend...” Pennywise said. “You’re letting Papawise move in again? After what he nearly did to mom?” Archie asked. “No son... You’re mother and I are...well... Let’s just say... we’re expecting a very special package...” Then Archie’s eyes lit up. “Are we going to have... a PLAYSTATION???” Archie asked with excitement. “The new PlayStation lets you connect with other people and you can play with them without them actually being at our house. Ah man they’re SO cool!” Archie exclaimed with excitement.
Pennywise sighed as his son probably has no idea what he was bringing up; or maybe he does, that he just pretended to not have a clue, just to give his parents a clue that he’s not interested. “Why is it so hard to tell my own son the good news, is it even good news?” Pennywise asked himself from his mind. So he decided to try again later.
As the afternoon comes through, they decided to have a snack. “Dad... where are the snacks?” Archie asked, Pennywise dropped the sleeping bag in shock. “Didn’t you pack the snacks for us?” Pennywise asked. “No I thought you did.” Archie said. “I was expecting you to pack the snacks since my sack is full of camping equipment; no room, not even for a roasted peanut.” Pennywise informed as he walked over to his son’s sack and dump out his things. “Hey! What are you doing? Some of these things are breakable!” Archie said as he rushed over to his dumped things. “You packed your electronic gaming system for camping... OUT WHERE THERE’S NO OUTLITS?” Pennywise yelled in anger. “It’s not for entertainment, I thought I can make nature’s electricity with whatever I find in the woods...” Archie explained while cleaning the gadgets and gears. “Son... that is the most stupidest thing I’ve ever heard... I was hoping that we have a father and son time for Father’s Day, instead you want to experiment on your useless entertainment system... You’re acting like a human!” Pennywise let out. “Are you forgetting that my mom is half human? I got her human genetics--” “WAS, son, she WAS human, but another part of her is a demon; which is something you have to remember and work on.” Pennywise cut off as the father and son were starting an argument.
Archie felt hurt and ran out of things to say, so Pennywise decided to go exploring through the woods for something to feast on. “You know what? whatever, while you get your electric sh*t repacked, I’m looking for something that we can eat for tonight’s dinner.” Pennywise ended the argument as he walked off. “When you are finished, start looking for some wood for the fire!” Pennywise yelled out. Archie angrily put his things in his bag and stumping through the woods to look for some wood.
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Meanwhile, at the Voorhees house, Malon’s mom MJ was preparing a salad for tonight’s dinner. “Malon, would you like to pick a couple of carrots for mommy?” MJ asked with a smile. “Sure, okay!” Malon said excitedly, Malon always enjoyed picking vegetables, especially carrots. So she rushed outside with her pretty sunhat and basket, which MJ had to admit that Malon looked too darn cute.
When Malon entered the vegetable garden, she caught her eyes on the carrots, so she grabbed one of the tops of a carrot and pull as hard as she could. “Come on Malon, you’ve done this before.” Malon said to herself, just to gain more confidence. When she pulled the carrot out and ended with a tumble, she was pleased. “I’ll see you at the dinner table...” Malon said to the dangling carrot in her fist. Malon needed to pick out one more carrot from the garden, but as she was about to pull one out, it sank into the dirt like magic. “Huh?” Malon was confused, how do they do that? Malon doesn’t have the time to think, she had her mind on getting the carrots out. As she was trying to grab the other carrot, it disappeared too, Malon tries to grab another, but they keep disappearing. Then more disappeared.
As Malon walks backwards while staring at the carrot-less dirt pile, she bumped into someone behind her, so she lifted her head and saw who it was. “Hello Malon... Want some carrots?” It was Pennywise. Malon screamed from the top of her lungs and ran into the house, leaving her basket and blown-off hat behind. “MUUUUUUUM” Malon hollered while running. Pennywise chuckled and took the carrots for him and his son. As he turned around, he bumped into a familiar undead being. “Jason... What’s up?” Pennywise said with a sheepish smile. Jason stared angrily from behind his mask, staring at the garden then the carrots in Pennywise’s hands. “Oh... Uh... Malon lets me borrow them...” Pennywise said. “The sound of my daughter screaming from the top of her lungs and crying for her mom doesn’t sound like a friendly conversation to me.” Jason said in his head, as he remembered that Pennywise can read his mind. Pennywise was sweating a bit. “I guess I have to give you back the carrots huh?” Pennywise asked as he knew that the answer was obvious. “Yeah, pretty much...” Jason said from his mind.
As Pennywise was going to give back the carrots, MJ came from behind and rammed him in the back of the head and knocked him out unconscious. Jason stared at MJ before looking down at Pennywise. “What? Malon was balling her eyes out, he made me mad.” MJ said as she was going to walk back into the cabin, until she ran back to Pennywise to kick him in the gut, but Jason held her back and doesn’t allow her to torture him any worse. “Jason, he nearly killed me... he kidnapped our daughter... he nearly killed our daughter!” MJ teared up with anger. Jason held MJ close and comfort her before kissing her by the forehead.
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“Dad? dad are you alright?” Pennywise heard his son talking and starting to gain some composer. “...Wha-- Ow... What happened?” Pennywise asked as he rubbed his head where it hurts the most. “I saw Jason carrying you back to our tent, along with some carrots... were you trying to steal them at first?” Archie asked. “I’m not going to lie to you son... Yes... but it doesn’t matter, Jason lets me have the carrots that’s good enough for me.” Pennywise said quickly. “Now son... Normally I can survive from getting wracked in the head, but when I’m outside of Derry, I’ve started to weaken... I hope I’ll survive the whole night so I can spend Father’s Day with you son.” Pennywise said as he was petting Archie’s back; since they’ve been sitting together in their tent.
A few hours later, there appeared to be a change of the weather, but it didn’t stop Pennywise from making a boring dinner with carrot stew with dead squirrel meat. “Dad, didn’t mom taught you how to make wilderness food? when you and mom were on vacation just to get away from me.” Archie reminded. “I’ve tried son, but there hasn’t been any familiar plants and grubs in these woods, so this will have to do.” Pennywise said as he’s stirring the pot. “I’m sorry...” Archie said. Pennywise looked back. “Sorry? you’re allowed to ask me questions son, you don’t have to apologize--” “no dad... for being stupid... You were right...” Archie explained. Pennywise made a confused glare until he remembered the argument they had. “Oh... Son... You’re not stupid... You’re just a kid, you have lots of time before you become more serious with your destiny... I’m the stupid one, for making you think that.” Pennywise admits. “I realize that what you said about nature’s electricity was stupid was true, I guess I haven’t been thinking clearly.” Archie admits with a chuckle. “You’re still learning son, and I’m proud of you for that. Now lets put this electric business behind us and have some grub.” Pennywise said with a smile.
After Pennywise gave his son a bowl of stew, Archie made a grimace impression like he was grossed out by the look of the stew. “Now son; never judge a prey by its waist-size” Pennywise quoted. Archie was familiar with his dad’s way of the original quote: ‘Never judge a Book by its Cover’. However, he did took his dad’s word for it. So he decided to try a bite. but it was short lived until Pennywise started gagging and throwing up the squirrel meat. “Dad, are you okay?” Archie asked worriedly. “Don’t worry son... It’s just a weak stomach... If I was you I’d dispose the stew.” Pennywise suggested. Archie obeys, but what are they going to eat now? “Good thing we still have some carrots left-- HEY.” Pennywise got up quickly as he saw a bunch of rabbits taking the carrots. “Come back here with my carrots!” Pennywise yelled as he runs after them.
When Pennywise got back, he was unamused and tired. He looked over at his son. “Pack the bags son... We’re going home...” Pennywise said in a moody tone. Archie got up to pack his bag while Pennywise undone their tent. Just then, he noticed a flash. “Son, don’t take a picture of my ass it’s not funny!” Pennywise said as he was down on his hands and knees. “It’s not me dad, I think it’s going to--” Then there was thunder. “...Rain...” Archie said. “Ah sh*t...” Pennywise said while looking up. “Dad, what are we going to do?” Archie asked until his dad picked him up bridal style and ran to find a shelter to get protected from the rain.
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Meanwhile at the Voorhees Cabin, Jason was outside securing the windows and doors for protection and grabbed some wood before they get any more wet. Then he noticed the wet bunch trying to find a shelter. As the lightning flashed, he saw it was Pennywise and Archie; Pennywise is the most soaked because he was covering his son to protect him in his grasp.
Jason’s first instincts was to get inside, but seeing Malon’s friend getting cold and Pennywise suffering, he had to act. So he waved at them to tell them to come inside. Pennywise did not want to meet with MJ after the things he did to her and her family, but his son’s health comes first.
To be Continued
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Pure Blood 38 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)
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Chapter 37 Chapter 39
1
“Peter's late," Remus looks toward the door of the restaurant.
“He'll get here eventually,” replies Lily.
"How are the preparations going?”
“Nightmare—“
“—Everything’s ready!” say James and Lily at the same time. I laugh at this.
The redhead rolls her eyes.
"We have everything, James worries about a few details, he makes it look like it’s a huge party, but it’s only his parents, my mother, you, some friends from school and that's it…”
"And that's it?” repeats James snorting. "You make it look simple, Darling.”
"Not to be rude, but I want it to end, I'm sick of James asking me about the colour for the tablecloths,” Sirius scoffs.
"Or the flowers," adds Remus.
"Or the chairs,” I grimace.
Lily laughs and kisses her fiancé's cheek.
"I appreciate the help, but I have everything under control.”
“What?"
"Do you really think I haven’t checked every detail twice already?" She raises an eyebrow.
James sighs. "Thank Merlin…”
Before anyone else could say anything, a roar shook the place. We all jumped up, wands in hand. Outsiders run and scream through the streets.
When leaving, my breathing stops when I see dark figures, some set fire to the premises, others cast hexes without even seeing who they hurt. They’re everywhere.
"Percy!" Sirius yells at me, which makes me react. I dodge a hex and attack back.
I lose sight of each of my friends, I’m scared, but I try to ignore it. One person in particular casts a spell towards a roof. It falls on me and I land on the ground. I pray that this doesn’t affect my old wounds. I don't have time to verify, as the person keeps casting spells.
"You don't even have the courage to show your hideous faces!” I yell at them.
"You won't want to see them, blood traitor," A woman hisses. She casts a spell that knocks me out towards the wall.
I try to get up carefully. The fight continues and it seems that the others are multiplying like rats. When you take one down, more come out of hiding.
“Persephone!" I hear near me. My body freezes when I see my older sister standing in front of me.
“Juno…”
“You better give up. We’re more than you can handle.”
“We're not going anywhere!”
Another boom echoes to my left. I crouch down and try to fight the others, but with every move, black smoke keeps me from seeing. Only until she throws me into a wall I can see my sister.
"This is the moment when you tell me your malicious plan,” I pant.
“The game’s over, Persephone. Go home,” She hisses.
Her words are poisonous, but her eyes show fear and insecurity. He looks around and turns back to me.
"You must go.”
"My family keeps fighting!”
“They’re a lost cause. Your whole cause is. Runs away, look for Regulus and disappear—”
“No," I grit my teeth. An explosion blows on us. My lungs demand air, my bones tremble, I finally feel a familiar ache in my leg. Little by little my eyes get used to the cloud of debris that is around me.
"Do it!" A woman screams. I raise my head, startled to see Juno pointing her wand at me. Her hand trembles. I quickly look for my wand, but can't find it. "Do it!” Bellatrix Lestrange walks up to my sister. “You’ve prepared for this moment. Make Daddy proud…”
“Juno…”
"It's a shame we were almost family," Bellatrix says with a mocking smile.
“Juno!" I say louder.
“Bye-bye, little sister," Juno says.
“Please…”
Her eyes connect with mine. Those eyes that used to chase me around in the mansion.
"I'm getting bored," says Bellatrix.
The ground moves uncontrollably, distracting the two women. With a groan, I get up.
"She's running away!" I hide behind a wall, deflecting a spell.
I hear groans and fights. Bellatrix destroys the wall.
"Crucio!" I feel like lightning is spreading through my entire body, every nerve is out of control and my arms are twisting. "Avada Kadavra!”
"No!"
The following moments are blurry, I hear screams, I can only see dust.
The last thing I remember is black smoke drifting away, leaving only an inert body on the ground, right in front of me.
“Juno!"
***
2
"To communicate, we’ll use the Patronus enchantment,” informs Alastor Moody pacing back and forth. “I'll assign areas to each group and from now on, your locations will be unplottable."
Mad-Eye, as many knew him, an excellent auror, explains the new security measures with other members of the order and Dumbledore. When he finishes, the headmaster of Hogwarts takes his place.
“We’ve lost many loved ones, I’m afraid to tell you that this will not end unless we can defend ourselves and protect anyone, wizard or muggle.”
"Who were these people, Dumbledore? Who sent them?"
“A dark wizard, Miss Longbottom. One of the most dangerous I have ever met. Now he calls himself Lord Voldemort and calls his followers Death Eaters. His goal is to make a new world order where wizards rule over the Muggles.”
“Like Grindelwald,” someone adds.
“His efforts have paid off. Many families have fled in fear of what he can accomplish. That’s why I have asked you to put up resistance, unite and protect yourselves.”
"What else can we do?" Sirius takes my hand.
"I'm afraid you can only wait for orders of any partner who needs help. We will be on the lookout for the followers of the highest rank. Be alert and follow Alastor's instructions.”
"Who are in the high rank?"
"For now we don’t know that yet, but we’ll tell you if anything changes.”
“Ares Singh,” I attract everyone's attention. I get up and turn to the others. "Amelia Singh, Isis and Balder Singh,” I swallow the lump that forms in my throat. “Juno Singh.”
"The Black family,” adds Sirius, getting up as well.
Some look at us with pity, others nod.
“We can’t ignore our enemies. We’ll fight to prevent what we have built together from being destroyed,” I say looking at Dumbledore. He nods.
The meeting ends. Sirius hugs me and I hide my face against his chest.
"I wish I could take your pain away," He whispers.
“That’d be good.”
He smiles at me as we part.
"I think we should talk about security measures, especially for the wedding,” says James coming to our side.
Lily walks over, along with Remus and Peter.
"I'm sorry about your sister, Persephone," Peter whispers without looking at me.
"Thank you…”
"Is it a bad time to suggest building a huge house for all of us to live in?" Remus says. I raise an eyebrow, normally those ideas would come from Sirius or James. "Don't look at me like that, I could look after everyone at school, now everyone lives in different places…”
"Don't worry, we'll be fine,” says Lily.
***
3
“Only James and Lily Potter can marry in the middle of a war! But now that I think about it, their friendship, although they refuse to admit it, began with one— From her screams to the not so innocent jokes from him. We all witnessed each fight, some were amused, others were fed up, but all Hogwarts agrees that there was a something between the two most stubborn people in the wizarding world.
That something, thanks to Merlin, is finally settled today in front of their greatest friends. From now on, their union can only be severed if James comes up with the stupidest idea of his life and Lily can no longer stop him— or a force beyond our control decides to separate them… We can never know, but the important thing is that they will continue to yell, fight, laugh and celebrate each day as if it were the last…”
I raise my glass a little towards the happy couple.
“I'll always be eternally grateful for the love, support and the second chance that both gave me to enter their lives,” I smile trying not to let my tears ruin my makeup. "I don’t know about you, but I’ll stay by your side, witnessing your connection and obviously, I'll keep betting to see who loses their mind first. Congratulations to the Potters!”
The guests clap and I walk off the stage.
"James, are you crying?”
"Leave me alone, Padfoot.”
"It was the best speech, thank you, Persephone…”
"Better than Sirius,” adds James hugging me.
"I'd like to complain, but it's true,” Sirius kisses my cheek. "Although my joke with the new flying bike will never be surpassed.”
"Hey, what if we go for a ride, Paddie?" James offers.
"You can't go right now, this is your wedding, you idiot," I scold him.
“True…”
Lily slaps her husband on the shoulder lightly and they both laugh.
The celebration continues all afternoon and most of the night. We danced, drank, and laughed, completely ignoring the mess outside the little garden.
"You've got to be kidding me!” I squeal when Jenna shows me a beautiful ring.
"P, I'm going to get married!" She squeals in a daze.
"Yes, I know what that huge rock means!" I shake my head and hug her. After a few minutes of her crying on my shoulder, I see Marlene laughing near us. "Congratulations, Marlene! Uh, I would hug you, but I'm a little busy,” I say pointing at Jenna.
"Don't worry, she needs you…”
After Jenna wipes her tears, both girls go to Lily to break the news. They’re a little nervous, neither of them wants to ruin the redhead's moment, but all concern vanishes when Lily screams, raises her arms and hugs them.
"Before I die from anxiety, I must ask,” I was startled to hear Sirius next to me.
“Now, what did you do?"
"Nothing," He says, adjusting his black tie.
“You’re sure?" I help him remove it.
"Doesn't this all feel strange?" I undo two buttons from his white shirt, then frown.
"What do you mean?"
"Weddings, commitments…”
I look at him in surprise.
“Don't scare me. Do you feel weird?"
"I don’t know. I don't think we've ever talked about this, but I see the others, wanting to get married and all that. So I wondered if you would want it too, after all we've been through. I, uh…” He sighs. “If it's what you want, it's fine by me. I would do whatever you ask me to…”
I laugh lightly and put my hand on his cheek.
"I don't want that, Sirius.”
"No?"
I shake my head and he heaves a big sigh.
"I think we’re in a good place,” I stir uncomfortably "The truth is that thinking about getting married brings up very bad memories, which I prefer to leave in the past.”
"So it's not just my thing?"
“Noup."
“Great. I think the same,” He hugs me by the waist. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I don't think a wedding is necessary.”
“Okay."
“Okay."
He kisses my lips sweetly.
"By the way,” He says as we part. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look in that dress?"
"About twenty times,” I smile looking directly into his gray eyes.
“Great."
***
"Sirius, wake up!" I scream in his ear and he falls off the bed.
"I didn’t do it!" He screams. Sirius rubs his eyes, takes a few seconds and then turns to look at me, checks me to see if something bad is happening and sighs. "Yes, dear?"
"We must go to the hospital, Jane is having the babies!”
I threw his clothes at his face and then leave the room.
Sirius doesn't take long to be ready and we both show up on the spot. We quickly arrive in the room where Jane is.
"Aunti Phoney! Babies!” Atlas informs me as soon as he sees me. I laugh.
“You're excited?"
“Duno…”
"Thanks for coming quickly, I must go with her…” says a very nervous and sweaty Apollo.
We entertain little Atlas. Ever since Jane's pregnancy got risky with twins, Sirius and I have become quintessential babysitters.
"Siru, babies!” He insists after a while.
"Do you want to have brothers or sisters?"
“None."
“Atlas, we already talked about that. You can't get rid of your siblings."
"Why?"
"Merlin knows I tried,” I say making Sirius laugh.
"I want to see Mum," He says for the tenth time, but before we can say anything to him. Apollo arrives with a huge smile.
Apollo enters with Atlas before us to explain what is happening.
"I can't imagine being in your brother's position," Sirius says.
"My brother? What about Jane?”
"It's not like I could get pregnant, but that's scary too.”
"As always, I have to carry everything,” I grimace.
"Aunti Phoney, Uncle Siru, babies!" We hear Atlas scream when his father opens the bedroom door.
We both walked in.
“You musn’t scream, Atlas. You scare them!”
“Sowy!”
I walk over to Jane.
"How do you feel?"
“Better," She smiles tiredly. She has two lumps wrapped in blankets on each of her arms. “He's Hades," She says, handing me a baby. "And He’s Hercules,” She says passing the other to Sirius.
I see the little pink baby in my arms, who quietly settles in.
"Hello, little one,” I take his small hand that sticks out of the blanket. I kiss his forehead.
"They are so... small,” says Sirius in disbelief. I smile.
"I want a baby," Atlas demands.
"Oh, you want them now?" I ask raising an eyebrow.
"My babies, my brothers!” He answers.
"I already want to see him when they cry or poop," Jane complains.
"I don't want them to poop," says Atlas confused.
Jane and Apollo begin another explanation for the little boy. I move closer to Sirius.
"Is it crazy to think that I want one, too?" Sirius asks looking at me.
"No, not that crazy," I look back at the babies.
Within dark and risky situations, I must hold on to the little lights that come into my life, like the ones we hold, the new Potter family, Jenna's engagement, the union of my friends, and whatever comes my way.
My thoughts are interrupted when Hercules sneezes, causing him to panic, and scare his brother, now they both start crying.
"Jane take them back, please.”
"Oh, come on!”
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The Art of Pretending 3/?
Title: The Art of Pretending 3/?
Author: thejacketandthehook (aka everystareverywhere)
Summary: Killian Jones needs a family and needs one now. In order to impress his boss, Killian hires a single mother and her son to pretend to be his wife and son for the weekend. Nothing can go wrong, right?
Rating: Teen (for language)
Words: 9746
Author’s Notes: Hello all! Here is my submission for the @captainswanmoviemarathon! This is based off of the Lifetime movie, “Borrowed Hearts,” starring Eric McCormack and Roma Downey. The movie came out in 1997, and I consider it to be one of the first made-for-tv Christmas movies.
A couple of years ago I was watching it and thought this would be a fantastic scenario for our favorite Captain and Savior. I wrote it and then stopped, and then started it again, only to stop again. When I saw this movie marathon, I knew instantly this was the movie I wanted to do and I wanted to make sure that I finished it this time.
I hope you enjoy it!
A30
Chapters: 1 | 2
Killian rubbed the back of his neck before sitting down on his couch. After a moment, he bounced up and began pacing in front of said couch before he sat down on one of the armchairs. Leaning his elbows on his knees, he used both hands to rub this neck before he jumped back up again.
“Would you calm down?!” Regina all but screamed at him as he paced once more. “Everything is going to be fine.”
“You have to say that because you got me into this mess,” he commented.
She sighed. “I’d apologize, but if this works, then you can send me a very expensive bottle of champagne as thank you.”
He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes – barely – before continuing, “Let’s get through this before anyone starts celebrating.”
Regina sighed before looking at her phone once more. “It’s going to be fine, Jones. I’m sure this…Emma person is fine and so is her son. Besides, it’s only two days. It’s not like you’re going to have to be married to her forever.”
He sighed. He knew she was she right. It wasn’t forever; it was barely even 48 hours. Mr. Woodman would be arriving Friday night, and be leaving Sunday morning. So it was only Friday evening and all of Saturday that he had to worry about. By Sunday night, his life would return to normalcy – except for the fact that he could be moving to London and being the manager of the London branch. Which he would love, since that would bring him closer to his brother and his family.
He sat down before leaning his head back on the chair. He actually spoke to his brother last night about this whole…arrangement, and well, Liam had a few chose words for him.
“Are you mad, brother?!” he yelled. “What the bloody hell are you thinking?! Lying to impress your boss?! That has to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of!”
He wasn’t wrong, which made this whole situation worse. Liam was right; lying to Mr. Woodman would blow up in his face, surely. What would happen when Mr. Woodman goes to London and wants to visit Killian and his “family”? There are so many times he could say “They’re visiting her family” until it looks like he just made them up. Which he did. Well, at least, Regina did. But at that point, who the bloody hell would care?
Not that Killian wasn’t worried about who exactly this Emma woman and her son were. He can’t believe that he never met her before, seeing how close he and David are. After David told them that he would ask Emma if she would even consider it, he told Killian that his wife and Emma were the best of friends, almost like sisters. In fact, he went on to say, “Emma is kind of like my sister too.” So, how in the world have they not met before?
But, putting that aside for the moment, what was this woman even like? They had to pretend to be married, for God’s sake, hopefully there would be some kind of…attraction. Killian wasn’t the best actor on a good day, his brother’s words ringing in his head: “You always wear your heart on your sleeve, Killian. I always know how you’re feeling with just a glance in your direction.” If he wasn’t attracted to Emma, this could be a small problem.
“It’s just for weekend,” Regina’s words echoed. Well, that was true too. He could pretend for less than 48 hours. At least, he was sure that he could.
But what about her kid? What if he was a horrible little thing, totally spoiled? Killian was…okay with kids. He wasn’t really around them enough to decide whether or not he had a strong opinion about them. They seemed fine, from a distance. But now he was going to have one. In his house. What the hell did he get himself into?
Before he could really start panicking, which honestly was going to be any minute now, the doorbell rang.
“Thank God,” Regina sighed before she got up to get the bell. “Honestly, they must have taken the long way to get here.”
Killian was hot on her heels, following behind. He tried to look confident, but was afraid that his nerves were just overcoming his face. Regina had her hand on the doorknob before she looked back at him.
“Ready?”
He nodded.
Regina opened the door to reveal David, a young boy with light brown hair and brown eyes, and a woman that was probably the same age as David, if not a little younger.
The woman, though…
Bloody hell.
She was beautiful. She had a heart shaped face, with a small dimple at the chin, light green eyes and blonde hair that even in a ponytail touched between her shoulder blades. But even though she looks a little different now, he would know her anywhere. When she noticed Killian, her eyes grew bigger and her mouth dropped a little.
“Oh. You” was all she said.
David looked at Emma before looking at Killian. “Do you two know each other?”
“I’m Henry!” the little boy piped up. He was a cute kid, with some bottom teeth missing, and his eyes bright. He ran over to Killian before putting his hand out like he wanted to shake hands. “I’m going to be your son.”
Killian chuckled before taking the kid’s hand. Well, if nothing else, the kid at least broke some of the tension in the room.
“Nice to meet you, Henry. I’m Killian. I’ll be playing the role of your dad.”
Henry let go of Killian’s hand before tilting his head. “You speak like the people on that television show Mary Margaret and Mom watch. Are you British?”
Killian nodded. “I am indeed. I’m from a small town outside of London. My brother lives there now, with his wife and child.”
“Cool! I always wanted to go to London!”
“Since when?” Emma asked. Killian’s eyes found hers and for a moment they looked at each other before she looked down at her son.
“I just do,” Henry insisted before taking a step further into the house. “Can I see my room?”
“Er, sure.”
Regina stepped up and said, “It’s upstairs and to the left. Let me show you. I’m Regina, by the way.”
“Are you the Evil Queen? That’s what Uncle David calls you.”
“Uncle David” became fascinated with his shoes and wouldn’t glance at Regina, even though she was giving him the death glare.
When they went upstairs, David repeated his earlier question, “Do you two know each other?”
Emma nodded. “I…I think so. We might have" she cleared her throat, "…met before.”
Killian agreed. “Yeah. About two years ago?”
She nodded again. “Right. Yeah.”
David looked at the two of them before asking, “Do I want to know what happened?”
Killian and Emma looked at each other, and for a moment all Killian could feel was her skin under his hands, and his lips against hers.
Emma spoke up, bringing Killian back to the present. “Probably not,” she muttered before looking down, her cheeks a light red. He wondered if she was suddenly brought back to that moment too.
“You both were so sure that you didn’t know each other,” David insisted.
Killian clear his throat before looking at his friend. “We never got each other’s names.”
He looked at Emma, his heart pounding even harder than it was earlier.
Well, he didn’t have to worry about being attracted to her. Because he knew for a fact that he was.
~*~
It had to be him, didn’t it? Of all the freaking people in the world, the man that she might be “married” to for 48 hours had to be him!
Emma cleared her throat, trying to get moisture back into her mouth. She was a nervous reck all morning, wondering just what in blazes she was even thinking to even agree to this stupid idea. She almost backed out about three times, before Mary Margaret calmed her down, claiming that this would be a good thing. An extra two thousand dollars could help her as she goes looking for a nicer (or at least bigger) apartment.
But him?
“Where did you two meet?” David innocently asked.
Emma looked over at…Killian and answered, “Actually, at your birthday party about two years ago?” she finished as a question, unsure if her time was right.
Killian nodded. “Two years sounds about right.”
“I didn’t know that,” David exclaimed. He thought for a moment before saying, “That’s when we went to The Rabbit Hole. So you two have met?”
Emma looked down, her cheeks blushing though she wished they wouldn’t. “Yeah, something like that.”
All three were silent for a moment before David asked, “I really don’t want to know, do I?”
Killian gave a smile that was almost dashing as he proclaimed, “No. No, you do not.”
Emma looked up at Killian and gave a small smile. Killian winked at her before gesturing to the hallway behind him. “Shall we?”
For the first time since seeing the outside (which, yeah, David told Henry and her that it was huge, but damn it was big), Emma looked around the house. They were currently standing in the hallway/foyer which alone was tremendous. To her left was the formal dining room and to the right looked like a bathroom. As they moved further into the house, the staircase was to the right, going straight up to the second floor, and to the right was the doorway to the kitchen. The back of the house was a massive living room, that had a couch big enough to fit the three of them comfortably, two winged chairs, and a fireplace that doesn’t look like it’s ever been used.
As Emma looked around, her mind still racing with discovering just who exactly she was helping out, she couldn’t help but notice that though the house was gorgeous, it lacked…something. She couldn’t put her finger on it exactly.
“Have a seat,” Killian said, gesturing to the couch. “Make yourself at home.”
“It could be your home,” David smiled at Emma. When she just looked at him, he cleared his throat once before saying, “You know for two days.”
“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” Henry yelled, running down the stairs.
Emma stood up and said, “In here, Henry!”
Regina must have told him where to go, for it took a few seconds longer for him to run in than it should have. But when he came into the room, his smile was bright and he looked thrilled with what he just saw.
“Mommy, the room is huge! So big! And the bed, Mommy, the bed is so bouncy. And it’s a big bed, like you have!”
“You need toys,” Regina said, sitting in one of the winged chairs before looking at Killian. “You need way more toys.”
Killian shrugged. “I figured Henry could bring some.”
Regina sighed and David shook his head. “Man, I know that you aren’t around a lot of children, but they have a lot of toys.”
“Fine. We’ll get more toys.”
Emma, who was admiring the art work in the room, piped up, “You might need to get new things.”
Everyone was looking at her, which made her self-conscious. “What do you mean?” Killian asked. “What more could you possibly want in this house? It has everything.”
She nodded. “Yeah. It does. I mean, it’s beautiful, but…” She looked down at Henry, who smiled at her before taking off his school bag and taking his toy car out.
“But what?”
She looked up at him. “It doesn’t look like…like a home, you know?”
Regina, David, and Killian looked around. Regina and David started to nod, as though in agreement with Emma, but Killian looked almost insulted.
“It’s a fine home,” he insisted.
“It is!” Emma proclaimed. “It is, it’s just…it doesn’t look lived in. At all.”
“I agree,” Regina said with a nod.
“What in bloody hell are you talking about?” Killian said, louder than he should have.
“Temper,” Regina muttered as a warning, loud enough for Killian to hear.
Henry looked up at him. “We have to use our nice words.”
Killian looked at him like he could not believe those words were just directed at him. Before he could make another comment, David piped up, “I agree. It’s kind of…cool.”
“Exactly! We need to make it look like we’re all here, living together.”
Killian rolled his eyes before asking, “And just what did you have in mind, oh wife-of-mine-for-48-hours?”
Emma crossed her arms and tilted her head. “Do you want my help or not? Because I can leave here and not look back, fine by me.”
Killian took a deep breath and counted silently to ten before asking in a calmer voice, “Sorry. What do you have in mind?”
Emma still had her arms crossed for a moment before she released them and opened her purse that was slung across her body. She took out some pictures before holding them up. “Family photos. Surely families have pictures of themselves around the house.”
Killian nodded. “Yeah, okay, we’ll get some picture frames for them.”
She handed them to him before she looked over to an empty space that was almost in the shape of a hexagon. “And here,” she added, “We could put the tree here.”
“A tree?” Killian asked, as though he never heard of such a thing. “But Mr. Woodman is only going to be here for 48 hours!”
Emma turned to look at him. “A family with a young kid would definitely have a Christmas tree up the weekend before Christmas. Not a huge tree, mind you.” She looked back at the spot and for a moment and got lost in thought. She could almost see herself and Henry laughing as they put up the tree, and getting some old ornaments that Emma was able to scrounge around for. She smiled as she pictured Henry anxiously making sure the star on top was just right.
“Emma?”
She quickly looked behind her to see the three adults looking at her a bit curiously. “Sorry,” she said, before clearing her throat. “I just got lost in thought for a moment.”
Killian put Emma’s picture down on the coffee table before he sat down besides David. “Okay, so I imagine that you have some questions. Perhaps we should make sure that everyone involved knows their role before we start changing my house around.”
Emma nodded before going over to the other empty winged chair, and rubbed Henry’s head as she sat down. “Yes, I have some questions.” She cleared her throat before asking, “I’m getting my own room, right?”
“Yep. Next to the master’s suite is a small guest room. You’ll be sleeping in there.”
“And Mr. Woodman is staying here too?”
“Yes, there’s another room next to the library, which is where he will be sleeping.”
Emma went to ask another question before what he said registered in her brain. “Wait, next to the library…how many rooms are in this place?”
“A lot,” he said with a cocky smile.
Emma froze, looking at Killian and trying to remember how exactly she was supposed to breath. She hated that a small part of her was still….
No. No, she couldn’t think about that moment. She would get lost in her own thoughts again.
Shaking her head, she continued, “What do we do with cooking and such? Because I can’t cook and I am certainly not cleaning up after you.”
“Well, I can cook if need-be,” he said, leaning forward. “As for cleaning, I have a maid.”
“House keeper,” David corrected.
Killian sighed before repeating, “House keeper. She’ll make sure everything is clean.”
“She knows what’s going on?”
“Yes. If you agree, she’ll meet with you and Henry to get acquainted.”
Emma nodded. “And this is next week, right?”
“Yes. The weekend of the nineteenth.”
Emma nodded once more. So the nineteenth and twentieth, Emma and Henry would be “working” for Killian. That still gave them four days to prepare for Christmas. Plus, Henry will be off from school for the Holiday break that week, so it’ll be even better.
Killian cleared his throat before asking, “So, do we have a deal?”
Emma looked at him and for a moment was brought back to that night three years ago.
“Perhaps you’re the one who couldn’t handle it,” she could see him smirking in her mind’s eye.
Shaking her head now, she cleared that imagine from her mind as she looked at Killian and replied, “Not so fast. I need to talk to my son.”
Putting her hand on his head, Emma leaned forward and said softly, “Listen, Henry, what—”
But she didn’t get to finish, because Henry yelled loudly, “Mommy, take it!”
Emma looked sheepishly up at Killian before standing up. She held out her hand and said, “It looks like you have a deal.”
Killian stood up and shook her hand as Regina jumped up and announced, “I now pronounce you husband and wife!”
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part vi
It was the middle of the first period, and there was already blood on the ice. Just eleven minutes on the clock. A high stick by Carrow on Finn and Sirius was spewing words at the ref, his mouthguard in his gloved hand. They were across the rink, and with the crowd as loud as they were, Remus couldn’t hear Sirius’ words. He could only watch him corner the ref—Crouch, today, which was good, Crouch was usually fair. He was arguing for a longer penalty, no doubt, gesturing wildly to his own mouth, a mime of the blood Carrow had drawn from Finn’s lip.
Remus tensed when he saw Snape dragging over, coming to a hard stop on the other side of the rink to join the conversation. Remus watched Sirius’ eyes harden, watched them get in each other’s face—much to the delight of the crowd—until Crouch put a hand on both of their chests and pushed them away from one another. Then, he skated out to the ice, microphone on, an announced the two minute penalty.
Sirius cussed him a new one. Remus heard that. Carrow skated gleefully to the penalty box, which Sirius banged his glove on as he skated back towards the bench. Carrow hissed back.
“Fucking bullshit,” Sirius said as he swung over the boards to sit on the bench, the second line replacing him, James, and Finn. “Bullshit.”
“It’s ten minutes in, it’s alright, Cap,” Finn tried.
“Look at your fucking mouth, Harzy. Blood is not two minutes.” Sirius shook his head.
Remus glanced up, already knowing Sirius was being shown on the jumbo-screen in all his rage.
Coach leaned down, hand firm on Sirius’ shoulder, “If you’re so mad about it, why don’t you stop giving them a show and making it better, eh?”
Remus watched Sirius jaw grind for a minute before he nodded. “Yes, Coach.”
Arthur was right. Remus knew that. But, oh, did Remus love Sirius’ ice-temper. Fights weren’t always the best thing in the world for the game, but Remus found himself holding his breath, chest and cheeks hot, whenever Sirius got in someones face or dropped the gloves. Sirius was a fighter and he usually won.
Remus always had to patch Sirius up afterwards in the locker room, where he was silent and fuming. Sometimes he conjured those images for himself, when he was alone. It was stupid, but this entire thing was stupid. This crush was probably the stupidest situation he could allow himself to get in. What was so bad, then, about taking it one step further when he was alone, and thinking about what it’d be like if Sirius needed to get just a little more energy out before returning to the game? Remus would be right there for him. Sirius would still be without his gloves and his hands, hot with his temper, would pull Remus in, push him back against one of the stalls, maybe—
But not at the rink.
Remus cursed at himself under his breath and forced his attention back to the game.
He did not think about these things at the rink, and certainly not with Sirius sitting directly in front of him.
The game didn’t get any more smooth after that. Malfoy scored the first goal of the game at the end of the first period with two minutes to go. As he did, he snowed Kasey right in the face, giving one of his pads a little knock with his skate.
Logan fought him for it and, on the bench, Leo looked ready to go out there, too, goalie pads or not.
The Snakes got a power play from that fight, and Snape scored again.
2-0 was not where they needed to be right now, and during the first intermission between the first and second period, the locker room was feeling the weight of those goals. They sat in their stalls, relatively quiet. Some of the guys had towels around their necks and their eyes closed, gaining their energy back. James was picking at the tape on his shoulder, but didn’t call Remus over.
It was unsettlingly quiet until Coach came in, clapping his hands a few times, like he was waking everyone up.
“Rough start, it’s true, but we’re playing well. We’ve got hot hands tonight, we do, we just aren’t quite following through. That doesn’t matter now, this is a re-set, alright?”
Arthur talked for a while, and it seemed to pick some of the guys up, but it wasn’t until Sirius stood that the guys really straightened, looking to their captain.
“Alright, boys,” Sirius said, scratching the back of his neck. His hair was damp with sweat and curling at his temples. He’d pealed his jersey off and took his place in the center of the room in his skates, hockey pants, and bare pads. They looked like an extra, exterior skeleton. They made him look a little like a superhero, tall and proud.
He was quiet for a few long moments, and Remus held his breath.
Then, Sirius said, “Fuck the Snakes.”
There were a few laughs from around, a few cheers.
Sirius pointed to James, who delightedly banged on his stall, then said, louder, “Fuck the Snakes!”
The sentiment was echoed this time by practically the entire room. Remus loved this, loved how people responded to Sirius.
“Who gives a fuck what happened last season. Fuck Snape, fuck my ankle—Fuck Carrow and Dumo’s wrist. Fuck Riddle….just fuck, Riddle.”
“Psychopath.” Kasey grumbled.
Sirius laughed and it sounded a little delirious, like he was still breathing hard, like in his mind they were all already back out on the ice.
“Look,” he continued. “Tremzy’s got hot hands tonight. Second line, you gotta help him follow through. We have to keep the puck out of the corners, and know where each other are, yeah, boys?”
“Fuck the Snakes!” Finn shouted, and then there was the ruckus of getting geared up again for the beginning of the second. Sirius and James knocked gloves, then helmets, and James swatted Sirius’ arse before he went, Sirius last in line. Just like always.
Snape got a one-timer six minutes into the second period, and the boys skated harder, but the Snakes more viciously. Carrow was a menace tonight, as was Riddle. Seven minutes later, Logan got a breakaway and was shooting down the ice, bringing Remus forward with anticipation until his thighs were pressed against the boards like he himself was going to jump over them and onto the ice. Riddle held up his blocker, making a come-here motion, taunting Logan as as he got closer.
“Come on!” Sirius was shouting from the bench. “Take it, Tremzy, take it!”
And Snape came out of no where and slashed his stick at Logan’s skates. Logan went flying, tripping up and sliding into the boards back first.
Remus’ chest tightened and he began to make his way out of the bench and towards the locker room on instinct, but Logan practically sprung back to his feet as the ref called the whistle.
He wanted to yell, but Sirius was already doing that for him.
“Fucking trip! That’s a fucking trip!” Sirius shouted, and the ref made a motion at him that was equal parts telling Sirius that he realized that already and telling him to calm down.
Snape didn’t even stutter, just made his way to the penalty box without any form of remorse.
“You stupid mother-fucker,” James bit at him as him and Sirius made their way over the boards for the power-play unit, “can’t see over your big fucking nose, Snivilus?”
Snape remained stony-faced as he closed the penalty box door, but Malfoy skated over, as usual. He looked strange against the ice, his blonde hair that fell over his shoulders nearly blending in.
“He’s not the one who needs glasses, eh, Pot-head?”
James scoffed, laughing aloud, “Go dye your hair, Lucius.”
Sirius bumped his fist against Logan’s chest as he went back to the bench and Remus was on him as soon as he sat down.
He leaned over Logan’s shoulder as he squirted some water into his mouth. “Hey, you alright? That didn’t look too good.”
Logan shook his hair out, then put his helmet back on. “I’m fine.”
“Yeah? Do I have to check that, or are you telling the truth? Because if you come to me tomorrow with any sort of concussion, I’m keeping you out an extra week out of spite.”
Logan laughed, “Loops, I’m good. I’m not Sirius, I would tell you.”
Remus laughed a little at that. “Alright, alright. Drink more water.”
“Oui, maman.”
Remus jostled his helmet and turned back to the ice. He expected to see Sirius facing off with Malfoy, per usual for the power play, but when he turned it was—
“Fuck,” Remus breathed out.
Regulus and Sirius were staring at each other from across the face-off circle. It was strange to see Sirius’ profile uncannily and perfectly mirrored across from him, but in green and silver instead of red and gold. Regulus’ hair was longer right now, but the eyes, the nose, the lips were the same. The steely gaze, however, that Regulus had fixed on Sirius, lacked all of Sirius’ warmth and spirit. It was pure, ruthless determination. Remus’ mouth settled into a hard line and he looked at Snape sitting stonily in the box. He wondered where Regulus learned that expression from.
Remus watched Sirius hesitate before leaning down to prepare for the puck drop, and realized that this was the first time the two brothers had ever faced each other in the NHL.
It was a perfect strategy of distraction and intimidating. It was cruel. It was so typical of the Snakes, Remus wanted to scream.
Remus saw Sirius’ lips move, saying something that Regulus didn’t respond to. Instead, Regulus’ eyes were on the puck in the ref’s hand. When the ref dropped it, Sirius’ eyes were still on his brother’s face.
Remus heard Arthur curse as Regulus won the face off, knocking it over to Lucius easily who shot it to Yaxley. The crowd was wild. Yaxley got tangled with James briefly who managed to steel it back to shoot to Sirius, who got it to Finn, and back to Sirius. Regulus was on his brother like fire on hay, and it was like they were suddenly the only two players on the ice, battling it out like Remus was sure they’d done countless of times on the rink that the Black family was rumored to have in the basement of their family home.
They were in something of a grid-lock, both of them having known each other’s strengths and weaknesses all their lives. Coach was shouting from the bench, yelling that they were wasting time, but neither Sirius nor Regulus were giving each other even an inch of room. Remus heard Sirius let out a yell of frustration and finally take his stick into one hand, controlling the puck, while the other acted as a blocker, keeping Regulus back for long enough that he finally got around him. He shot up the ice, pulling the puck back towards him. Malfoy loomed in front of him, and he ticked it over to James, then spun around Lucius’ outside just in time for James to snap it back. Sirius barely had to touch it for it to redirect towards Riddle. It flew past his glove and the goal horn blared.
Remus shouted, throwing his hands up, and the bench went wild. James, Finn, and Brady slammed Sirius into the boards in celebration, tapping their helmets.
When Sirius came by the bench, gloved fist out to bump against each guys’ down the boards, he caught Remus’ eye and held it for the entire time, rather than look at who was congratulating him.
Remus loved Sirius after a goal. Cheeks flushed, smile wide, like he almost couldn’t help himself. Remus could still remember the first time he had seen that smile. The thing was, Sirius hadn’t smiled in the beginning. Remus had thought it was simply something he didn’t do. When he’d first arrived, fresh out of the draft and with unprecedented amount of attention on him—that he had received since the age of ten—he’d been quiet and cold. Everything he said, even when no cameras were around, had come out clipped. Remus had—well, not hated him in the beginning, but he’d been so disappointed that this was the Sirius Black he’d watched hours of video on, tried to model his play after, that he could barely breathe. He’d looked up to Sirius, really, even if they were about the same age. Sirius had always seemed bigger, better.
Remus had watched him loosen up over two years, and he’d then had the pleasure of knowing the man Sirius was now for another two. But he remembered that first smile like it was yesterday.
Sirius had always had this look of intense surprise when he scored a goal and James and the other boys would jump on him, laugh with him, even when he had been nothing but cold to them. It always, and still to this day, made Remus’ heart ache to remember that expression on his face. He’d let James throw his arms around him but blink dazedly over his shoulder, wrap his arm around James’ back like he wasn’t sure how.
Finally, when they’d secured a Playoffs spot two years ago—Sirius and James’ first ever—the spell had broken.
Sirius had scored the game winner against the Washington Capitals, the goal horn had blared, the Hogwarts Stadium had erupted around him, James crashed into him.
And Sirius had smiled. It had crossed his face like a hose on full blast, like sun in the late afternoon. He’d turned golden, his eyes had crinkled up, and he’d grasped James back like it was a life line.
Maybe it had been, for a while. A line that felt like it could be pulled at any moment. But Sirius trusted them now, Remus knew that much. They weren’t his life line anymore, they were his life.
That was the smile Remus saw now, that very same smile, only this time it was directed right at him.
Sirius pulled himself over the boards, and stood for a second before he sat, looking right at Remus. Remus swallowed hard.
“Gorgeous,” was all he could think to say, and he sounded breathless even to himself.
Sirius’ grin softened and he sat, keeping his head tilted around and back to look up at Remus.
“Thanks,” he said.
Remus pretended to himself that, one day, he could tell Sirius he hadn’t been talking about the goal.
The second period ended that way, still deadlocked at 3-1, and the high of Sirius’ goal was slowly receding in the locker room.
Remus watched from behind the cameras as Sirius did his intermission interview with Rita Skeeter, the Lions’ reporter. He had his helmet off, tucked beneath one arm and kept having to push his hair back to keep the sweat from dripping into his eyes.
“Sirius,” Rita was saying with her usual knowing smile. She had a funny—and famous—relationship with the team. They pranked and messed with her to no end, she rarely asked questions directly related to game, but she stuck around out of tradition. Seeing the Lions without Skeeter—or Skeetz, as the boys (James) called her—would be like seeing Snape as their captain.
“Can you tell us what it was like seeing your baby brother out there? And playing for the Snakes, no less?”
“Yep, that was him, alright,” Sirius said.
Remus almost laughed at the typically bland answer.
“He’s a talented player, always has been. Was happy to see him get drafted this past summer. He’ll be a great addition to the league.”
“And playing for the Snakes?” Rita pushed, raising her eyebrows.
“Snakes are a team as good as any other,” Sirius responded.
“And what do you think you will have to do to pull ahead here in the third?”
Sirius pushed his hair back again and Remus’ fingers itched to do it for him.
“Well,” he said, “we gotta focus on getting the pucks in deep and, you know, finding the net where we can.”
Rita looked less than pleased with Sirius’ typical, answerless answers, but she was out of time. The intermission interviews usually lasted a minute or two only, if that.
“Thank you, Mr. Black,” she said cooly with a coy smile.
Sirius flashed her the tiniest of smiles. “Yep.”
As soon as Sirius was past the cameras, he caught Remus’ eye again and sent him a big eye roll. Remus snorted and caught up with him as he headed back to the locker room to rest before the third period.
“This fucking game, eh?” Sirius said.
Remus nodded. He had to look up extra high with Sirius in his skates. They added two or three inches to his six foot three.
“We’ll tie it up,” Remus said.
Sirius raised an eyebrow. “You think so.”
“We’re better than they are. In every way.”
Sirius laughed, “can’t argue with that, I guess. Where are you going?” Sirius looked confused as Remus went to split off from the locker room.
“Gotta check Tremzy. He says he’s okay, but…you know how Logan gets. He wants to play more than he wants air.”
Sirius nodded, “I know the feeling.”
Remus sent him a wry smile, “yeah, I know you do.”
Sirius flipped him off with a low hand and Remus laughed.
“See you out there,” he said, then stopped. “Hey.”
Sirius tilted his head.
Remus wasn’t sure if it was his place to ask, wasn’t even sure if he should bring it up right now, not while their luck was turning, but…he cared more about Sirius than the game. He always would.
“Are you okay? With—with everything.”
With your brother, they both knew that meant.
Sirius nodded quickly and Remus knew then to back off.
He just smiled and said, again, “see you out there.”
Sirius bumped his fist against Remus’ chest, right over his heart. “Good to have you around, Loops.”
That left Remus a little puzzled but smiling as he turned towards his office where Logan would be waiting for him—hopefully.
Sirius got them one goal closer to tying it up about ten seconds into the third period with such a beautiful wrap around that James actually planted a kiss on the top of his helmet. Remus let out such a surprised, loud yell that his throat hurt afterwards. Coach was yelling excitedly left and right, telling them all to keep this momentum going.
“Allez!” Sirius had shouted after the goal, jumping up against the glass as James slammed into him. It was—
“Gorgeous,” Remus said to himself. “Fucking gorgeous.”
3-2. One more and they’d have overtime, if they needed it, unless they could—
Pascal and Logan flew onto the ice, and Remus could practically here Marlene and Frank in the box calling them the father-and-son line. They pitched the puck into the Snakes’ zone and Pascal palmed it down onto the ice so he could whip it around the boards to Logan, who lost it to Yaxley. Snape was waiting on their end when Yaxley chipped it back. The defensemen tried their best with Snape and Malfoy zipping it between them, but it was Kasey who saved the day. He stopped on with his blocker, the other with the knob of his stick. A final rebound shot pinged off the post before he was able to glove it down and out of play. He rose up off of his knees and Remus laughed as he patted the place on the post that had stopped the puck. He always did that, as if thanking his goal. It was sweet, and the media ate it up like chocolate.
“Hey.”
Remus looked down at a tap on his thigh and Sirius was looking up at him.
“Hm?” Remus said, and instinctively reached out to take Sirius’ gloved hand, like it was injured. He realized what he was doing and dropped it, cheeks flushing.
“Could you pass me the iPad? I want to watch the playback of my last shift.”
“Oh, yeah, for sure.” Remus handed him the iPad and watched the way his hair dripped onto the screen with only a slight grimace.
Both of their attention was only brought back to the game when the crowd doubled in volume. Carrow had supposedly slashed Olli and the two were now face to face, hands gripping the fronts of each other’s jerseys in an effort to keep each other upright and knock each other down at the same time. The others on line had paired off, keeping each other from making the fight uneven.
“Fucking hell—” Sirius rose on his feet, banging his stick. “Draw it, Halla!”
The Lions did indeed get another power play as Olli drew the penalty and Sirius shoved the iPad back at Remus with a grin before following James over the boards to—hopefully—score another goal and tie up the game. There was ten minutes remaining in regulation time.
They fought for it. The fought for it hard, and Remus’ heart was in his throat the entire time he watched the clock run down.
But Malfoy managed to feed Snape for a slap shot with forty-six seconds to go and it was all over from there.
The crowd was manic, hissing and banging on the glass behind the Lions’ bench so hard that Remus’ ears rattled.
Remus saw Kasey hit his stick down on the ice, dejected, as he skated over from his goal. Sirius waited there on the ice, giving fist bumps and back slaps and nods of approval. He tapped his helmet to Kasey’s gently and they said a few things quietly to each other, before he finally skated off last of all. Before he went, however, Sirius glanced over to the Snake bench. It took Remus a moment to realize that he must have been looking for Regulus, but the younger Black didn’t glance his way. Remus could see Regulus between Malfoy and Carrow, looking pleased. They all had shark-grins on their faces.
Remus tries to catch Sirius’ eyes, but Sirius left the ice looking down.
~
Remus watched the boys load back onto the bus to their hotel to fly out in the morning. They were all in their game-day suits, of course, but they looked more rumbled than before. Everyone’s shoulders were lower.
Remus would do anything to fix it.
Fuck Snape.
Fuck his slap shot.
Fuck the Snakes.
~
Remus was in his bed watching some show on Animal Planet when there was a nearly nonexistent knock on his door. If Remus hadn’t been secretly hoping for it—maybe, maybe expecting it—he probably wouldn’t have heard it at all.
But he had been hoping.
He opened the door and Sirius was standing there in sweats and a t-shirt. He just had socks on his feet, like he’d come down the hall for specifically this reason and planned to stay.
“Hi,” he said.
Remus stared up at him, smiling a little. “Hi.”
Sirius smiled back, then pushed his hand through his hair. It was fluffy and dark from his shower and looked smooth as it passed through his fingers.
“Do you want to hang out?” Sirius asked.
It made Remus remember that he should be stepping aside to let Sirius in, and he did so with a jerk. “Yeah, for sure.”
Sirius wandered right over to the bed and sat down, stretching out on the left, the same side he’d chosen in the last hotel they’d stayed at together.
He chuckled a little at the TV. “Of course you’re watching this.”
“It’s relaxing, what?” Remus said.
“I’m not making fun,” Sirius’ tongue poked out a little in his smile, teasing. “I’m just observing.”
Remus rolled his eyes as he laid back down on the bed, too. “Oh, you’re observing,” he said, mimicking Sirius’ light accent and making him laugh. He tucked his knees against his chest and leant back against the pillows. “Sorry about the game.”
Sirius raised one shoulder nonchalantly, but his eyes darkened. “It happens. Does it suck that it happened right now? Yes, but…you know.”
“C’est la vie?” Remus offered, and Sirius snorted.
“For sure,” he said.
They both watched the elks on the screen calmly sip from the watering hole for a moment. Remus expected a lion or something to jump out any minute. He was proven correct when one was shown, peaking out from the grasses.
“Hey, c’est moi.” Sirius pointed when Remus just gave him an incredulous look. “It’s me.”
“Oh, you’re going to kill an elk now?”
“Only if the elk is a Snake.”
Remus laughed, “right. A snake-a-vore lion. Makes sense.”
Sirius sighed, paused for a moment, and then said, “fuck.”
Remus turned towards him a little more. If Sirius wanted to talk, he would let him. “It’s one game.”
“Yeah, but it felt like the game. The game I came back, the game I proved to everyone…”
“Bullshit.”
Sirius laughed, but it was shaky. “I know, I know, just…fuck.”
“Fuck,” Remus agreed. “Hey, I was wondering…and you don’t have to answer—”
“Does my baby brother hate me?” Sirius looked at Remus.
“Well,” Remus hesitated. “Not quite those words, but…yeah.”
Sirius gazed forward, eyes unfocused as he thought about it. “He’s never been out from under my parents’ thumb.” He began, then ran another hand through his hair. “Does he hate me? No, I hope not. I mean, I was like him not too long ago, non?” His brows pulled together. “Only I had the boys. James, Blizzard…” he glanced at Remus, “you.”
Remus felt a tug in his heart as Sirius looked away again.
“He has Snape and Lucius. He doesn’t hate me, but he’s going to think he does. He’s going to act like he does. For a long time.”
“You don’t know that,” Remus tried, but Sirius shook his head.
“I do. Because it’s what I would have done if I was in his position and he was in mine. Our parents…”
But Sirius cut off, seemingly unable to get the words out. His eyes were still ahead, but more focused now. They were filled with something that made Remus’ chest hurt.
“I’m sorry,” Remus said softly.
Sirius finally looked at him and held his gaze. His eyes softened a little and he pressed his lips together in a melancholy smile. “Merci.”
They were laying close together on the bed, and Remus could see a slowly developing, deep purple bruise on Sirius’ forearm from a nasty slash. He reached out, not thinking, and ran his fingers over it. Sirius drew in a breath, and Remus was suddenly reminded of his small theory. He looked up at Sirius’ face and Sirius was already looking back.
“Did you ice?” he asked.
Sirius nodded. “Yeah.”
Remus glanced down again, nodding. “Good.”
He let his fingers flatten, palm against the tender skin, and ran his thumb across the darkness gently. He realized it probably hurt a little, but when he went to draw away Sirius’ hand covered his own. Remus froze completely, but then Sirius simply squeezed and pulled away again.
“How’s Julian?”
Remus cleared his throat, trying to recover quickly and took his hand back, holding it close to his chest. He let out a nervous little laugh, and Sirius tilted his head questioningly.
“He would die if he knew you just asked that.”
“Would he?”
Remus rolled his eyes, still grinning. “Fuck off, you know who you are.”
Sirius laughed. “Yeah. I must be pretty famous if Remus Lupin has my jersey.”
Remus groaned and sunk back into the pillows, throwing his arms over his face. “Oh god, I can’t believe he said that. You were never suppose to know about that.”
Sirius turned onto his side, obviously enjoying himself now. “Is it my home or away?”
Remus huffed, voice muffled by his arms. “Home, obviously.”
“Oh, obviously, sorry.” Sirius mimicked Remus’ accent this time.
Remus peaked out from between his sweatshirt. Sirius had propped himself up on one forearm and was leaning over Remus a little, smiling gently. God. Remus wanted to kiss him.
“I’ve never seen you wear it.” Sirius raised his eyebrows at the sliver of Remus’ eyes he could see.
Remus threw his hands down, “Well, I wear a uniform, don’t I?”
“You mean you wear a track suit.”
“I—It’s not—well.”
Sirius cracked up, nose scrunching, and Remus shoved him on the shoulder so he wouldn’t pull him in and kiss him, smile and all.
“Fine, it’s a track suit. But it’s nice. It has the Lions’ logo. It has my name on it. It’s comfortable. At least I don’t have to wear a suit and tie to every game like you do.” Remus shrugged, clearing his throat. “It makes me feel like I’m a part of the team.”
Sirius made a noise. “You are a part of the team.”
Remus sent him an unimpressed look. “I’m part of the staff.”
“No. You are as much a part of this team as I am.”
Remus smiled, shaking his head, and looked back at the television. “Whatever you say.”
Remus only looked back when Sirius’ hand appeared on his arm, squeezing again. His eyes were a light gray, nearly the same as his t-shirt.
“You are,” he said. “You are, Re.”
Remus had to duck his head a little. His cheeks felt hot and there was the uncomfortable threat of emotion suddenly in his throat.
“Thanks, Pads.” He managed to choke out, and sent Sirius a smile. “That means a lot.”
“Do you miss it?” Sirius asked.
Remus didn’t need Sirius to tell him he was talking about hockey. Remus didn’t even have to think about it.
“Every day,” Remus said. “There’s nothing like it.”
“I still want to see you play.”
Sirius was still leaning over Remus but he relaxed into the bed now so they were laying beside each other, heads pillowed on their arms on top of the sheets and quilts. Remus’ heart was beating just from that alone. He wondered if he’d ever get used to Sirius Black.
He hoped not.
“Maybe.” Remus smiled.
“At least tell me what position you played.”
“Right Wing.”
“Good, so when you do play, we can be on the same line.”
Remus licked his lips, looking down to Sirius’ t-shirt. He let out a breath before he spoke. “I do think about that. What that would be like.” He glanced up at Sirius briefly with a short smile. “We’d make a good team, I think.”
Sirius smiled widely, like the thought made him happy. He looked up a little, like he was imagining it.
“We would. We’ll never know if you don’t play with me someday,” he said, and then knocked his socked foot into Remus’ and kept it there, ankle on top of ankle.
Remus hummed lightly, looking down at where Sirius’ hand was on the bed between them.
“How come you aren’t out with the guys right now?” he asked.
Sirius made a noncommittal noise and presses his face into the pillow, closing his eyes.
Remus smiled a little. “Oh, you’re just tired? Here I was thinking you wanted to hang out with me.”
“I do,” Sirius said, a sleepy smile on his face. His eyelashes fanned across his cheeks, dark as his hair.
Remus stayed silent. He was still getting used to seeing this side of Sirius. This version of him without any guard up whatsoever. Smiling dopily with his eyes closed.
“I do want to hang out with you,” Sirius said again. “I want you to play hockey with me.”
Remus laughed softly, pulling his lip between his teeth. “Right, well…win a Cup and we’ll see.”
Sirius groaned and reached out blindly for Remus’ face. His fingers found his lips and he pressed them there.
“Ne pas le sort!” Sirius said, then cracked on eye open and snorted at Remus’ face.
“‘m not!” Remus said, fingers closing around Sirius’ wrist. Sirius laughed and let him. Remus hesitated, but didn’t let go. “You and your fucking jinxes. All of you.”
“It’s real. It’s real, I’ve seen jinxes,” Sirius laughed through the words and it got Remus laughing, too.
“Have you now?” Remus said.
“Yes.” Sirius’ fingers closed around Remus’ wrist and they were just laughing at each other. “I told you. I’m just looking for luck.”
Sirius’ eyes were earnest and his fingers were warm on Remus’ pulse point. The air felt heavier in the room now, like it was pressing them closer together somehow. Remus wanted…something. He wanted to know what Sirius wanted, but he didn’t want to ask, lest it break the spell of whatever dance they were currently doing.
“I know,” Remus said softly. “And I said…I said you should let me know when you find it. What you’re looking for.”
Sirius let out a breath, looking down at their hands. They each had their fingers around each other’s wrists, not holding exactly, but close enough. The warmth from it spread all the way down to where Sirius’ ankle rested heavily on his own.
“It might not be what everyone thinks I’m looking for.” Sirius took another breath. “What everyone expects.”
Remus, slowly, pressed his fingers firmer around Sirius’ wrist. He eyed the dark bruise on Sirius’ forearm from before and rubbed his thumb lightly over the delicate skin on the inside of his wrist, paler than the rest of him.
“What’s so bad about that?” he asked softly.
Sirius closed his eyes again and seemed to hold perfectly still within Remus’ touch.
“I don’t know,” he finally said, then, “I should let you sleep.”
“It’s fine, Sirius—”
“No, I should, this…” he sat up suddenly, pulling away completely. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, facing away from Remus. Remus could see his back muscles, taught and stressed beneath his t-shirt.
“This isn’t fair to you,” Sirius murmured.
Remus sat up, too, tucking his knees beneath him. “Sirius, there’s—I’m not even tired.”
“No, not—” Sirius stood. He ran a hand through his hair once, twice, then turned towards Remus. His eyes were wider than before, the sleepy contentment and openness long gone. “I didn’t mean…”
Remus shook his head, trying desperately to think how to remedy the situation, to get Sirius to sit back down. He couldn’t even stand the thought of another few weeks of Sirius ignoring him, tip-toeing around him, like last time. He couldn’t.
“I,” Remus began, heart in his throat. “You didn’t mean what?”
Sirius took a step forward, then one back. He shoved his hands into his pockets.
“Nothing,” he said, socked heel scuffing the ground. “Nothing, I’ll…I’ll see you tomorrow, eh? At breakfast.”
Remus swallowed. He was disappointed, but he didn’t know what he had expected. This, surely, would fair better than anything else in the long run. They were two friends hanging out. They could gloss over any miscommunication that had just happened, even if they both were aware of it.
“Yeah,” Remus said faintly. “Breakfast.”
Sirius’ hand was on the door when he turned. “Thank you.”
Remus stood. “You don’t have to keep thanking me.”
Sirius sent him a small smile, but that was all. The door clicked shut behind him and Remus was left with a flickering television and on even more uneven ground than he had been before.
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Sirius’ house looked like he himself hadn’t put in effort to decorating it but that maybe some of the other guys’ wives had come over earlier and strung lights around his door and placed some pumpkins along his walkway and steps. Remus stared up at it as his cab drove away behind him. He was a late, almost an hour so, and the driveway was packed with black Range Rovers and Bentleys. Remus had to squeeze between review mirrors before he could reach the walkway to get to the door. It was closed and he could hear voices and music playing inside. He could hear the high voices of Pascal’s and Coach Weasley’s kids inside and he smiled a little, raising a fist to knock.
“Coming!” a voice shouted from within.
Remus waited for a moment, bouncing on his toes, before the door swung open to reveal—
Fuck.
“Re! I thought you weren’t going to show up! I was going to send a search party!”
Sirius practically shouted the words. He was obviously more than a little tipsy, and he was dressed head to toe as a fireman. He had the hat on his head with a number twelve stuck on, written on a piece of paper, and the heavy pants and coat. Remus didn’t even know anything about firemen, but he already knew he had a thing for Sirius in a uniform. This was just a different type of uniform.
“I—sorry. I couldn’t find my wallet.” Which was true, it wasn’t Remus’ fault that it came out sounding like a stumbling excuse as he stared at the places on Sirius’ jaw and cheek where he had smeared something dark to look like soot on his face.
Fuck.
“Well, come on in, ref.”
Remus laughed and glanced down at his own costume. He’d borrowed a black and white striped referee shirt and put on some dark jeans, then bought a whistle for around his neck. It wasn’t much, but he knew some of the guys would get a laugh out of it.
Stepping inside, Remus took a moment to look around. He’d only been to Sirius’ house a few times, for parties similar to this one, but he liked to see how Sirius’ space had changed every time. Remus smiled to himself. It never changed much. Sirius lived alone in this huge house, and it tended to remain looking like an interior decorator had stepped in, done their magic, and Sirius had left it that way. There weren’t any pictures, like a James and Lily’s or Pascal’s home. It was just…a place where Sirius slept. It made Remus a little sad, and he was glad there were nights like these where the team could fill the big staircases, kitchen, and living room up with light and laughter.
“Nice costume, Loops. Very funny.” Kasey said as Remus followed Sirius’ fireman hat into the kitchen.
Kasey raised his beer at him, his girlfriend, Natalie by his side. Natalie was dressed all in black with devil horns on her head and dark makeup on, while Kasey was all white and looked as if he had been firmly coerced into wearing the tiny little wings that hooked over his shoulders and a headband in his hair that had a fluffy halo on it.
Remus laughed. “The Blizzard as an angel. I’d never thought I’d see the day.”
Kasey flashed him a sarcastic smile, then a softer one at Natalie. “I was convinced.”
“There’s nothing funnier than irony,” Natalie said, and raised her own glass at Remus.
Remus smiled at her but was quickly distracted by a warm hand on his back.
“Re, you want beer? Wine?” Sirius asked, guiding Remus closer to him and over to where the counter was laid out with countless beverages. “There’s punch that Olli’s girlfriend brought, or I can make you something. We have soda…vodka, rum, whatever you want.”
Remus hummed, looking over the options. “What are you having?”
Sirius made a face and sort of snickered. “Too much, probably.”
“Probably?” Kasey called. “Remus, the captain is drunk.”
“James did it first!” Sirius protested.
“And if James jumped off a bridge, so would you.” Pascal entered the room, one kid hanging off of each of his arms. He smiled at Sirius, “We know, mon ami. Hello, Remus. I see you’re calling the shots tonight, eh, ref?”
Remus picked up a bottle of ginger beer and the rum, planning to mix something before they were taken out of his hands by Sirius who waved him off and set about doing it himself.
Remus smiled, shrugging. “I’ll call ‘em when I see ‘em.”
Pascal looked between the two of them, a funny, amused expression on his face. “As you should.”
“Papa, I want another.”
Remus looked down at Katie, one of Pascal’s two daughters, and Marc, his oldest son.
“Katie, you have had two cupcakes and you’re going trick-or-treating tomorrow night, ma puce.”
“Candy is different than cake!” She laughed, clinging more tightly to him. “Marc wants one, too.”
Pascal fixed them with a mockingly stern gaze.
“Sirius said we could!” Marc chirped, bounding around the counter and hugging Sirius around the legs.
“Oh, did he now?” Pascal raised his eyebrows at Sirius. “Are you in charge of my children now, mon capitaine?”
Sirius shrugged, smiling warmly and placing a large palm over Marc’s head. “You know I can’t resist. It’s your fault for leaving them with me.”
Pascal shook his head, but a smile was threatening to break over his face. He held up a finger.
“One,” he said, and Katie and Marc shrieked and scampered off towards where Remus assumed there was a food table set up in the dining room.
Pascal took another beer and made to follow them, but pointed at Remus.
“You make sure he gets a penalty for that, eh?”
Remus raised his newly mixed drink up to him. “Will do, Dumo.”
He looked at Sirius, picked up his whistle and blew lightly. Sirius laughed, a full mega-watt grin that Remus needed to look away from and couldn’t tear his eyes from all at once.
The party went well after dark. A few of Sirius’ many unused bedrooms went to some sleeping Dumais and Weasley children, and everyone else—team and staff alike—were scattered about Sirius’ house.
Remus found himself with quite a few drinks in him and an easy, happy buzz running through his veins. He also, having gone upstairs looking for a free bathroom, found himself in a hallway he didn’t quite recognize. He tried one door which turned out to be some sort of linen closet, and another that was, thankfully, an empty bedroom. He b-lined it for the bathroom, and when he came out again, was about to leave when a picture on the dresser across the room caught his eye. Then another. And another.
Remus crossed the room, walking around the bed, and looked closer at them. The first one showed two dark haired boys, dressed in what looked like pee-wee hockey jerseys. They had their arms thrown around each other’s necks and were grinning toothily at the camera. Remus would recognize that face anywhere, even in a different time.
“Sirius,” he said under his breath, and his eyes moved to the other boy, slightly younger.
Regulus.
The next picture was much more recent. It was of Sirius, James, Lily, and James’ parents at Christmas, beside the tree. Then, there was one of just Sirius and Lily, and Sirius and James. There were a few more of him and James clustered around. None of them were framed, but just carefully laid out like they were looked at often. There was a picture of Kasey and Sirius with their arms around each other and beer cans in hand at some bar, laughing hard, eyes squeezed shut. Remus leaned forward to see the ones towards the back, careful to keep his drink clear of them. There was another of Lily, a few of Logan, Pascal, and Finn messing around on plane rides or the bus, and then—
Remus set his drink down all together, reaching forward to pick one up that was half hidden from view.
It was him. In the picture he was leaning against the wall of what he recognized as the locker room, talking to Moody. He had his head tilted back, laughing at something, and was fidgeting with a role of stick tape. Remus didn’t know if Sirius had taken the picture or where he had gotten it from, but something warmed in his chest at the thought of Sirius looking at this. It made him feel frantic, too, his mind asking why over and over.
“Penalty,” a voice said from behind him suddenly, making him jump and turn. He dropped the picture back on the dresser.
Sirius was standing there. He’d since lost his fireman hat and jacket and was left in just a white t-shirt and the fireman pants with the reflective material stripped on them. The shirt set off his tan skin nicely and Remus swallowed, the alcohol in his system making it harder than usual to ignore.
Sirius smiled crookedly at him. “Two minutes for snooping.”
“I was—looking for a bathroom,” Remus stuttered. “I’m sorry—”
“I’m joking, Loops,” Sirius sat down on the bed. His bed, Remus realized with a jolt.
He’d wandered into Sirius’ room.
The space suddenly felt charged, warm and electric.
“Oh,” Remus said stupidly. “Right.” Then, he cleared his throat. “They just caught my eye and—and I never see any pictures in your house or anything. I didn’t know this was your room, Pads, I really am—I didn’t mean to…”
Sirius pushed a hand through his hair and Remus almost wanted to snap at him to not because, honestly, his arms.
“Don’t worry, really. I…” Sirius seemed to think about it for a minute. “I guess this feels like the only room I really spend much time in, other than the kitchen. The pictures…are for me.”
“I’m sorry,” Remus said helplessly again, but smiled a little at Sirius’ exasperated look, and came to sit beside him.
“Good party?” Sirius asked.
Remus nodded. “The drinks are certainly not in short supply.”
Sirius laughed, “I can tell.”
At Remus’ confused look he reached up and rubbed a thumb over the high of Remus’ cheek, the rest of his palm cupping Remus’ jaw. “Pink cheeks.” He dropped his hand. “You get like that when you drink.”
Remus felt himself flush further at the fact that Sirius even noticed. But, then again, maybe Sirius did notice him in ways he hadn’t seen before. He—maybe—flirted, he had a picture of Remus—and Moody—in his room. He was touchy—but with everyone.
Remus let out a breath. He just didn’t know.
“It’s hot,” Sirius said, and then his smile fell, dropped like a stone. “Ah…” He looked down, “Sorry. Like—no, I mean…”
Remus practically gaped at him, heart leaping. Hot. Hot was not a friend word.
“It’s okay,” Remus said, barely hearing himself over his heart.
“Lots of drinks, like you said.” Sirius tried to laugh but it came out tight, his eyes firmly downcast.
Remus raised his hand. It hovered for a moment, and then he let it rest on Sirius’ thigh, a little higher than what would usually be acceptable.
“Sirius,” he said, and when Sirius looked at him, tearing his wide eyes away from Remus’ hand, he nodded. “It’s okay.”
Sirius blinked at him. Remus could see his throat work around a hard swallow and he drew in a shaky breath. Sirius shook his head minutely.
“Yes,” Remus said. “It is.”
Then, Sirius’ eyes widened. He sat there until he seemed to remember to breathe again and said, “You…?”
Remus felt frozen for a second. There he was, about to tell a secret he’d never told anyone, to the one person he thought he’d never tell, or at least would be the last to know. But he wasn’t about to let there be any miscommunication. Not with this. If Sirius was sitting there thinking he couldn’t like men because of his career, Remus wasn’t going to sit by and watch.
He nodded just as quietly back.
Sirius let out a shuttering breath. “That’s why you don’t play hockey anymore?”
Remus’ heart squeezed. Of course that was what Sirius would latch onto. He shook his head, rubbing his thumb once over Sirius’ thigh soothingly. “No. No, Pads, I don’t play hockey anymore because I’m not six foot three like you. My—my sexuality had nothing to do with it. No one knew. No one knows.”
Sirius’ eyes were wide again. “And you tell me?”
Remus pulled his bottom lip into his mouth for a moment. “Well…yeah. Yeah, I guess I did.”
“Why?” Sirius asked, voice breathless.
Remus looked at him, eyebrows pulling down. “I’m not ashamed of it or anything. I thought—aren’t you…?”
Sirius looked away quickly, eyes going back down. His chest and back were rising and falling quickly beneath his t-shirt and Remus moved his hand tentatively from Sirius’ thigh to his back. Sirius was warm and his heart was fast. He was panicking.
“Sirius, it’s okay. It’s alright, I’d never tell anyone, I just—I brought it up because I thought maybe that you…”
Sirius stood abruptly and Remus’ hand fell to the bed. “I…it’s not good. I can’t.”
Remus felt like someone had just knocked his skates out from under him and sent him flying backwards on to cold, hard ice. He didn’t know what that meant, it’s not good. Being gay? Being with Remus?
He looked up at Sirius and painstakingly nodded, feeling it like whiplash.
“Right,” he choked out. He was definitely going to cry when he got out of here. He had the briefest thought of walking all the way home, just to get it out. “Right, yeah, okay.”
Sirius made a pained noise in the back of his throat and then he was suddenly dropping to his knees in front of Remus and cupping the back of Remus’ calves, then the sides of his thighs.
“No, Remus, listen,” Sirius pleaded, eyes dark and sad. “Remus.”
Remus looked down at him, utterly confused now. “I’m listening.”
“It would have to be,” Sirius closed his eyes briefly then opened them again, “secret. So secret, and—so hard. It wouldn’t be fair to you. Remus, if my parents found out—I mean, if anyone found out—”
Remus blinked at Sirius, words caught in his throat. “Are you saying…”
Sirius nodded, hard, voice a whisper like Remus’. “Yes. Yes, I want you. I’ve wanted you for, mon dieu, I don’t know how long.”
Remus let out a breath that was bursting with relief and reached out to touch Sirius’ cheek, needing to feel him to make sure this was real—
And Sirius caught his wrist, eyes desperately sad. He shook his head, pushing his hand back.
“I want you, too,” Remus said, confused. “Sirius—”
And then Remus really heard what Sirius had said.
Too hard.
Remus sank back into himself and Sirius dropped his hand.
They sat together, Sirius on his knees and expressing aching, Remus’ eyes down, for what felt like minutes and minutes.
“Remus,” Sirius finally whispered, voice shaky. “Please understand. I’m not ashamed to want you, I just…my family. I…I’m scared.”
Remus nodded slowly. He did understand. Of course he understood. This decision was bigger for Sirius than it was for him but, even if Sirius had made up his mind, Remus needed him to know something.
“I do. I know it would be hard,” he began.
Sirius made a soft, relieved noise and went to speak but Remus cut him off.
“I just wouldn’t care,” Remus said more firmly.
Sirius sucked in a sharp breath. Remus looked at him.
“You’d be worth it,” Remus pressed his lips together in a regretful smile, “for me, you’d be worth it.” He rose, stepping around Sirius. He let his hand rest for a moment on his shoulder. “Just keep that in mind, okay?”
Remus went back downstairs and called himself a cab.
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Death note 2
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“Light wait for me!” I say, running up to my best friend and jumping on his back.
“Ow, Chi you are a lot heavier than you look.”
I gasp and jump off, “That’s not funny Light Yagami!”
“Sorry,” he sends me a small glance with a little smile before leaning over and kissing my forehead.
I blush a deep red and look down at the ground, “Are you going to headquarters today?”
“Yeah, Ryuga wanted to go over some more things.”
“Ryuga? Is that another alias of his?”
“Yes, L has quite a few. If only we could learn his real name...”
I glance up at him, confused, “Why would it matter? Neither of us are Kira, plus I think it’s smart that he chooses to use an alias.”
“Chinami, it’s not about being Kira. If he completely trusts me than he should have no problem whatsoever with me knowing his real name.”
“Light, Ryuzaki is just being careful. No one else on the task force knows his real name. I think using an alias would be the best way to go, I know with being a very valuable detective and all, I would use an alias too, if I were in the same situation that is.”
He looks very taken aback, “Who’s side are you on in this Chi? I’ve been your best friend for years and you just met this guy a week ago. You two haven’t spoken a word to one another besides that one day and now all of a sudden you’re in love with the guy!
I gasp and cover my face, I am not in love with Ryuzaki! How could he say such an outrageous thing?
“I am not in love with Ryuzaki! Why would you say something stupid like that you big oaf?!” I yell, slapping his shoulder many times.
“You wouldn’t be acting like this if I said you were in love with Matsuda.”
“I’m not ‘in love’ with anyone! You know you’re such a jerk sometimes! I’m going back to my place. I’ll see you at headquarters.”
As I run the opposite way we were walking I hear Light shouting from behind me, “Chinami, you don’t even know if you’re allowed to be there!”
Once I arrive at my apartment, I run in and shut the door behind me. I’m seventeen and living on my own. My mother was killed in a car accident when I was a baby and my father left for America a few years ago. He told me not to worry, he’d be back. When I came home from school the next day, he was gone. I’ve been on my own since I was twelve. There’s no problem with it, I can take care of myself. I get a check every month that is supposed from my father but I don’t buy it. I don’t think he’s actually sending the money. But the money pays for the rent and all the utilities. I have some left over to buy food and after that a little for myself. I used to use it to buy clothes and things but I’ve been saving it.
“Stupid, stupid Light. He always says the stupidest things. I am not in love with Ryuzaki! I just met him. Of course I could hold a conversation with him but what would say if I did? I’d just make a fool out of myself.”
I walk into my bathroom intending to take a shower. I glance at the clock on my desk, 5:37 pm. Perfect. I have about half an hour to get ready before jumping on a bus to headquarters. I smile and proceed with my shower. I make sure to clean everywhere and shave. When I get out of the shower I smile at my reflection. Having self care days are what allow me to feel good about myself all of the time. Feeling good about myself, is my key to happy living. Especially when I’m by myself most of the time.
I get dressed in my usual black dress and stockings and I’m off to catch the 6:15 bus to headquarters. I smile at the driver as the bus doors open.
“Here’s my pass sir.”
“Thank you miss. You may sit anywhere you’d like.”
“Thank you sir.”
I sit in one of the front seats seeing as my drop off is one of the first ones. It takes about twenty minutes to get there. Once the bus arrives I stand up, ready to make my departure.
I turn towards the driver before stepping off the last step, “Thank you for the ride sir.”
“Of course, have a nice night young lady.”
“You too sir! Don’t push yourself too hard.”
I smile and wave as the bus driver pulls away. Turning around, I smile at the building before walking up to the doors. I pull on one of the handles but the door stays closed. Huh? I pull on it again, it doesn’t budge. I push and once again, no movement. I glance inside and notice an old man walking past the door.
“Hey! Hey wait! Sir could you let me in?” I knock on the door twice to get his attention.
He glances up at me, and walks towards the door. As he opens it, he speaks to me, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize anyone else was supposed to be showing up tonight.”
“No no it’s quite alright. Is Light inside?”
“Yes, but-“
“How rude of me! I’m sorry I never properly introduced myself. I’m Chinami Misora, and you are?”
He glances at me, “Watari.”
“Well it’s very nice to meet you Watari. I’m actually looking for the Kira Task Force. Would you happen to know where they are?”
“Why, yes. I could take you to them.”
“I would very much appreciate that.”
I follow the old man down a set of hallways.
“You shouldn’t introduce yourself to everybody. Real names and faces are dangerous right now.”
I glance at the man, “Huh?”
“Kira, he needs a name and a face. That’s all. They figured that out last meeting. I just want you to be careful. You seem like such a nice girl.”
“Thank you very much Watari. Are you saying I should use an alias?”
“I wouldn’t say a complete alias. A shortened version of your name will do.”
“Chi? Hm Chi Misoni?”
I hear him hum, I suppose that’s a sound of approval.
“Chi?”
“Yes Watari?”
“Would you help me with this tray of sweets?”
I turn towards the man to see him grabbing a tray off of a cart. The tray has many chocolate covered strawberries along with cupcakes on it.
“Are those for Ryuzaki?”
He nods his head.
“Could I- could I try one?”
“Of course.”
I smile and grab a strawberry from the corner of the tray. As I bite the tip of the strawberry a mixture of sweet chocolate and strawberry juice fills my mouth. Strawberries just so happen to be my absolute favorite.
“Mmm these are really good. I think Ryuzaki will love them.”
“Yes, he does have a particular taste for strawberries.”
“So do I! They’re my favorite.”
I see Watari form a small smile, “Alright let’s bring these to L.”
We walk down a few more hallways before Watari opens a door. I peek around him to see Light, L, Chief Yagami, Matsuda, Aizawa, and a few others from the task force.
“Ryuzaki, you have a visitor.” Watari says, stopping.
“Huh?” Ryuzaki turns to look as us, “Oh hello, you’re back.”
“Um,” I walk towards L and set the tray of strawberries in front of him, “These are for you. Watari said to bring them to you.”
He looks up at me and gives me a small smile, “Yes thank you, I quite enjoy strawberries.”
“Chinami! What are you doing here? I told you that you weren’t allowed to come!” Light says, pushing me away from L and standing between us.
“I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude I just-“
“Light,” starts Ryuzaki, “move aside please.”
Light looks behind him at Ryuzaki and glares but steps aside none the less.
“Chinami, come closer.”
I take a deep breath and step towards L, “Yes Ryuzaki?”
“What do you think about the Kira case? I’d love to see how you feel about this whole thing. I will stay here and go over the notes that we have with you. Than I will ask you for your thoughts and I want you to be honest about everything.”
I nod my head and give him a small smile.
“Alright, Matsuda grab a chair for her, you are all dismissed. You may all go home.”
“No way!”
I turn around to look at Light.
“No way in hell am I letting her stay here with you Ryuzaki! For all I know you’ll question her about me and then she’ll feel uncomfortable here. I don’t trust you with her.”
“Light I’ll be fine, Ryuzaki doesn’t scare me. I promise I’ll be okay.” I say, walking up to Light and hugging him. As I move away I feel him kiss my forehead.
“Are you sure? I’ll stay I don’t-“
“No Light, I’ll be fine,” I lean up to kiss his cheek, “thank you though.”
I see a light blush form on his cheeks. He nods and let’s go of me. Most of the other team members have left. I wave to Light and his father as they walk out. Turning back to L, I find him already looking at me.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I say, hurrying to sit in the chair beside him.
“No need to apologize, I was just thinking.”
“Thinking? About what?”
“Your relationship with Light. Is he usually like this? Very protective of you. How deep are your feelings for each other?”
“Oh,” I glance at the floor, my face turning a bright red, “um Light is just my best friend. I did sort of have a crush on him a while ago but I don’t feel anything like that anymore. I’m not sure about Light though, every time I say your name he gets mad at me and-“
“You two talk about me?”
I look up, my cheeks even hotter, “No that’s not what I meant! I-“
“Hey,” he touches my chin, “that’s alright. Calm down. How about we begin going over the case?”
“Mhm.”
I see Watari smile out of the corner of my eye.
“Um L?”
He turns his head towards me, “Yes?”
“Can I- can I have one of the strawberries? I’m sorry to ask but they are my favorite treat.”
I look over at rhe half eaten tray and wonder when he ate all of those. He smiles before picking one up and handing it to me.
“Thank you.” I say, sucking on the chocolate.
“Alright, so about Kira...”
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This is part two of my little DeathNote series. I wanted to let you guys know that I will be writing the twins still but I’m taking a little break seeing as they have announced their “retirement” so to speak of posting YouTube videos.
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RWBY: Team HELL Volume 1, Chapter 4: Far From Home
'Hey Cass,
Sorry you had to find out like this, but I'm going to Haven. I am taking that entrance exam, I'm going to initiation, and I'm going to become a huntress. This is probably my stupidest and most selfish decision ever, and I'm sorry. But I can't keep hiding. I can't keep living under servalance, I can't keep wondering what the world outside is like. I'm not a little kid anymore, Cass. I'm 14 and it's time I start finding myself. I'm so sorry Cass. If you don't hate me by the time you finish this letter, maybe you come down to Haven and watch me. I think they can do that, right? Maybe I can ask for you. I'll be sure to text you when I get there so you don't worry as much as you will now. I love you, Cass and I will be forever thankful for everything you've done for me.
With love,
Aurora'
That was the letter that Aurora left on her bed for Cassum to find once she left for Haven. For the past five days, she had been planning her escape, modifying her good prototypes, filling out the applications Lucio sent her over her scroll, finding an outfit that could work for whatever she was about to endure. Cassum didn't suspect anything, mainly because he was keeping his distance from what he assumed was a still angry Aurora. That morning, she slipped out the back door and made a run for it.
And then she got lost for 15 minutes until someone was kind enough to lead her in the right direction. Now, she was here, with Lucio, and about 7 minutes away from the initiation.
"He didn't respond to my text after I got here. He probably hates me." She said, nervously looking away from the older boy.
"He doesn't hate you, Ro. He just has to deal with it. He knows your not a little kid, but he can't let that part of you go." Lucio explained.
"Maybe your right..."
"Are you nervous?"
"Terrified."
"So are a hundred other people here. You'll be fine."
"I don't think I can do this."
Lucio placed his hands on her shoulders, bending down to her level. "It'll be okay, Aurora. I'll be right next you the whole step of the way. You don't have to do this alone."
Aurora smiled, wrapping her arms around Lucio for a hug. "Thanks, Lucio. That somewhat helped me."
"Glad to be of some help."
She chuckled, pulling away as she collected the rest of her things when Lucio noticed something on her belt.
"What's this?" He asked, reaching for it, a large grin growing as soon as he got a good look at it. "Aw! It's cute little piggy!"
Aurora, confused, whipped around to see what the hell he was even talking about, her eyes wide with horror.
Attached to her homemade 'utility belt,' was a small and cute plush pig keychain from when she was about 8. "Aw man! I thought I got rid of that before I left!" She exclaimed.
Lucio laughed. "It's fine! I think it's cute!"
"I'm not supposed to be cute, Lucio! I'm supposed to look like a really serious huntress!" She pouted, stomping her feet on the ground.
"I can't help it! It's adorable!"
"Hey, are you two done?" Harlow called, "it's time to go."
Aurora sighed. 'so much for looking like a serious huntress.'
She felt Lucio hand link hers, a sweet smile on his face. "You ready?"
She nodded, determined. "Yes!"
Lucio chuckled, pulling her forward as they made their way to their initiation. But an uneasy feeling still lingered inside of Aurora.
If the staff had found out about her grandmother called-'little issue'-she could be done for. They could kick her out. That's what they told her. That's what they all told her.
'Sorry to burst your bubble, kiddo. But your little issue isn't really suitable for huntin' Grimm.'
'I've already made up my mind. She's not going.'
'Poor Cassum. Having to work so hard for that strange little girl.'
She shook her head, attempting to force the negative feelings out. Just because she was autistic didn't mean she wasn't capable. It didn't mean she wasn't smart. It didn't bring her down like many people thought it did.
She was autistic and she would be proud of it.
She held her head high as she followed Lucio out the door, not noticing her silent scroll ringing.
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Cassum frantically paced the living room floor back and forth, trying to get a hold of Aurora but to no avail.
"Damnit!" He yelled after once again failing to get in contact with the young runaway.
His mother stepped out from the kitchen and into the living room. "Still couldn't get a hold of her?"
He shook his head, sighing. "No."
"Should we call the cops then?"
"Ma, they're a huntsmen academy with enough money to crush us in a court case. And it's not like they forced her to go, she left willingly."
"Yeah, but Cass, she's fourteen! She's not at the legal age limit, she doesn't have any former training experience-"
"I-"
"Teaching her basic boxing skills is not training experience. She wasn't meant to be a huntress. She knows that. She's just being her ol' weirdo self."
Cassum turned to face her, obviously offended. "The hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You know what I mean. She was clearly not the huntsmen type! She would do better at-uh, I dunno, office work, maybe?"
Cassum crossed his arms, very unamused.
"Look, all I'm saying is that when they find out about her little 'issue', they'll kick her as out and she'll be back here."
"Will you stop calling it 'her little issue?' It's not an issue! She's autistic! Not diseased!" He sighed, grabbing his coat and walking out the door, "I'm done talking. I'm going to go find her. Don't wait up for me."
He slammed the door shut behind him, running the through the streets as fast as he could.
'Hang in there, Ro. I'm coming!'
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Aurora and Lucio sat at the back of a cargo plane with at least forty other people sitting there with them. A good majority either seemed uninterested or dead serious.
Aurora was absolutely terrified, her leg bouncing up and down so much it might as well have fallen off.
' What are they going to do with us? Where are they taking us? What if something happens to us before we get there? What if this was an utter mistake?'
She felt an hand grab onto hers and hold it tightly, messaging her knuckles. She looked up to see Lucio, the only smiling throughout this entire ride. "Don't worry too much. If anything happens, I'll be right here."
She smiled, comforted by his words.
An awful feedback noise ripped through the utter silence as Harlow came out, an old school radio mic in his hand. "Alright, listen up everyone. We're only a few minutes away from initation, so here's everything you need to know."
Everyone straightened up in their seats and looked towards the grisled huntsmen.
"Okay, before we get start, I'd like to remind you all that this is not part of any entrance exam. Most if not all of you have already taken that. This is just to test your skills as huntsmen and huntresses. We're gonna be dropping you down in the forest below. Your mission will be to locate and return the relics to the rendezvous point in one piece. During that time, you will find your team partner. The partner you get is the partner you're stuck with for the next four years here. No take-backs or trade offs. Once you two make eye contact, you're done. We'll be surveying the area, so don't try anything funny. Once all of you make it, you'll be put into your teams. You get lost-well, that's on you."
"Is he always this rough?" Aurora whispered to Lucio.
"I like to think of it as an unfunny joke." He replied.
"Any questions?"
"Yeah, how are we getting down?"
That's when Harlow should an emotion other than complete indifference and flashed a horrifyingly wide grin. "That's the fun part!"
He reached over and pulled a very big lever. The seatbelts suddenly detached and the floor beneath them opened up. Lucio looked over to Harlow, smirking.
"You sick son of a-"
Before he could finish that thought, the seats disappeared into the wall and every single student fell out of the plane.
Aurora's heart lept into her throat as one singular thought when through her mind.
This mad man just killed off the entire freshman class at Haven.
(Hello everyone. Thank you for stopping by and reading another chapter of Team Hell! As you may or may not have picked up on, Aurora is indeed autistic. I wanted to have positive autism representation in my series but I would like to know what you all think. I would hate to offend someone for poor or horrible representation. That was never my intent, so don't be afraid to tell me and I will fix it as soon as possible.)
#bri talks#rwby#my writing#bri writes#rwby oc#rwby team hell#tw; negativity#tw; negativity towards autistic people#aurora hemlock#lucio kindira#harlow clemente#cassum hemlock#autistic characters#team hell no
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Jester holds onto herself by a thread. All through the night, huddled as close to Caleb as possible in the dome, jumping at every noise, she holds on. She’s pretty sure she’s left bruises on Beau’s arm by morning, indents where her nails dig into her skin, but Beau is too checked out to care. Jester thinks Beau sleeps, at some point, head pillowed on her lap, too tired and shocked to do anything but lay there grounded by Jester’s grip on her arm and hand running through her hair. As soon as the dome falls Caleb draws his circle, and they step through into the underground chamber in Rhosana. And Jester loses it, just a little.
“What were you thinking!” She screams, everyone stumbling back as she rounds on Nott behind her. Beau is yanked along, still held fast in Jester’s grip. The drow guards raise their weapons in slight confusion, and Nott scampers back a bit, eyes wide.
“What do you mean?” She yelps, raising her hands.
“You know fucking well what I mean!” Jester screams, tail lashing behind her. She feels it hit the back of her friend’s leg and Beau winces. Jester lets out an angry noise and relaxes her grip a bit, enough that Beau could probably break away if she tried. She doesn’t move, though. “War, Nott? Is that what you’d risk for this?” Jester hisses. Nott scowls.
“I was just putting it on the table-”
“Two days ago you weren’t even sure you wanted to change back- and now it’s worth thousands of lives? Everything we’ve worked for?” Jester sees Caleb move to say something out of the corner of her eye and shoots him a death glare. Fjord’s hand shoots out and steadies itself on the wizard’s shoulder, and Jester rips her gaze away, back to Nott still braced on the ground.
“It wouldn’t really affect us , though,” Nott says defensively.
“It does, Nott !” Jester hisses. “It affects- the people here, everyone in the Empire! Innocent people!” Jester’s voice feels raw, echoing off the walls of the chamber, but she can’t seem to stop, now. “Do you think that just because your husband and kid are in Nicodranas- thanks to my mother, that no one you care about can be hurt? Did you think about Kiri? Or Bryce? Or Shakaste or Keg or Reani of any of our friends at all? Did you think about the people- People, Nott! People we don’t know! Who are fighting this war they shouldn’t even be in that we’re supposed to fix? ” Jester gulps in a breath of air, pausing for a moment.
“I just thought- I just think we’d be able to stop it again, right? A little harder this time but it- we’ve gotten this far, right?” Nott squeaks. Jester shakes her head.
“By the skin of our teeth! By- by nearly dying. Some of us have died, Nott. Thanks to fucking you.” Jester looks to Caduceus, who is leaning on his staff with a serious expression. Nott follows her gaze, face cold.
“Look-” Nott cuts herself off, picking herself up to her feet. “Maybe it was a stupid choice, I’m desperate here!” She raises her voice too, now. Jester scoffs.
“Oh, sure, that’s why it took you so long to decide! You weren’t even sure you wanted to go back to Yeza, and I didn’t want you to! Nott, I didn’t want you to leave us! That’s why you kissed Caleb- because you’re so desperate for any damn excuse to be reckless and stupid just on the chance you might be lucky one day and get what you want without the work.” Jester stomps her foot, feeling a swell of pride as Nott’s face falls. Her golden eyes flick back to Caleb, standing shell-shocked next to Fjord and Yasha now, all three sets of eyes trained on Jester. Nott looks between her gathered friends silently.
“We were willing to do the work, Nott,” Jester says, voice suddenly giving out. “We chased Fjord’s dreams across the oceans. We followed you to get your husband back. We fought and fought and fought to get Yasha back, to get Fjord’s sword, and we won. And we stood by Beau to face her family and all so we- were supposed to be a team, and you were about to throw all of the trust we’ve built up here and there without even giving us a chance to find another way to save you.”
“I came back out,” Nott says slowly. Jester hiccups, breaths coming short and shallow. “I knew you all wouldn’t like it. I ran it by the group.” She lets her shoulders fall. “I’ve done some really stupid things. I’m reckless and-”
“You don’t get to say you’re sorry.” Jester hisses. Nott stops, eyes falling down to the ground.
“Jes,” Beau says softly, hand turning over in Jester’s grasp. Jester whips around, heart beating fast again.
“You don’t get to talk either!” She yells, not quite as loud. Beau stares at her with wide still red-brimmed eyes. “You were just going to walk away!” Jester releases Beau from her grasp, for the first time since she grabbed her hand as they ran through the woods last night. Beau rubs at the spot where Jester’s fingers left their mark almost unconsciously.
“I- I’d lay down my life for you guys, I’ve said that.”
“And you knew I wouldn’t let you! You can’t tell us we’re your family and then just expect us to let you leave . You can’t leave me, Beau.” Jester’s voice falls to nearly a whisper. Beau blinks, mouth open.
“I don’t want to leave you, Jes.” She says quietly. Jester feels herself sob.
“Then don’t offer to.” She says thickly. Beau reaches out, hand falling still just a few inches from Jesters.
“I’m sorry,” Beau says softly. Jester sniffles, swallowing against her raw throat. A movement to her left catches her eye.
“Me too,” Nott says, keeping a few foot distance but moving into Jester’s eyeshot. She is holding onto herself tightly, skin pale. Jester feels her rage still squirming in her chest. “I’ve- that was probably the stupidest thing I could have done, there.”
“About on par,” Caduceus says from behind them, deceptively even. Nott flinches.
“You have some shit to work on,” Fjord says. Nott looks at him, eyes traveling a bit to the side of him. Caleb stands still and silent, leaning on Fjord’s firm grip. Nott breathes a little shakily and nods. She fumbles in her pockets for a second.
“Take this.” She says, unclipping her flask from her belt and dropping it on the floor at Jester’s feet. Nott steps back, hands raised. Jester rubs furiously at her eyes, bending and scooping it up. She jams it into a pocket and fixes Nott with a glare.
“That’s a step. She says coldly. Nott shivers and nods, rubbing at her arms.
“Jester, you’re kinda-” Beau says from next to her. Jester looks over, and then around her, back to her feet. A ring of frost extends from her and all around, icicles forming across the grooves in the floor that forms the teleportation circle. Beau stands right next to her, in the epicenter, bare arms and midriff dotted with flecks of frost. Her hand is still half extended across the small gap between them. Jester blinks again and fiercely takes it, squeezing Beau’s hand in hers.
“I didn’t mean to-” She looks around again, at the stunned faces of her friends. Yasha is the only one who doesn’t look afraid, just surprised. It makes Jester feel sick. “I didn’t mean to get so angry.”
“I deserve it,” Nott says, at the same time Beau speaks, nearly under her breath,
“It was kinda really hot.” Jester’s neck twinges with how fast she looks around. Beau bites back her words and starts to shrug and smile, laugh it off as she has been doing with every other remark Jester has caught and not addressed head-on.
“Is that why you were going to leave, Beau?” She says, suddenly wishing she could be having this conversation anywhere else besides this stone room, in front of all their friends. Beau gulps.
“What do you mean?” She says, cheeks darkening. Jester stomps her foot.
“I mean do- were you going to sacrifice yourself because you thought I didn’t love you back?”
Beau’s face falls flat. Her half-smile goes slack along with her hand in Jesters. She takes a fraction of a step backward.
“That wasn’t why, Jessie. I couldn’t hold something like that against you.” Beau says, defeated. Jester tightens her grip.
��Well good thing you don’t have to because I do, dummy,” Jester says with a huff. Beau’s jaw is already slack, but she blinks slowly again. Nott makes some kind of incomprehensible noise off to the side.
“ What?” Beau squeaks. Jester groans and shakes her head, dropping Beau’s hand only to grab both sides of her face and tugging her back close to her, planting a firm kiss on Beau’s lips. She moves back a fraction of an inch and talks with Beau’s forehead pressed to hers. “You don’t get to walk away from this.” She says firmly. Beau makes some kind of attempt at words, gives up, and kisses Jester, arms falling into some awkward arrangement around her waist. She breaks away after only a moment.
“Uh-” Beau says thickly. Jester shakes her head.
“I’m still mad at both of you,” Jester says, voice shaking.
“Okay,” Beau says softly. Jester rubs her thumb over Beau’s damp cheek.
“We’re a family, none of us get to mess that up,” Jester says firmly. Beau nods, breaking into a smile despite herself. Jester leans her head on Beau’s shoulder, tilting it to the side to look back towards Nott and the rest. Nott gives her a timid thumbs up, mouthing “sorry”, and Jester gives a firm nod.
Yasha breaks into soft applause, and the tension breaks. Beau laughs, mostly into Jester’s hair, holding her even closer with tight arms around her waist. The two drow guards awkwardly lower their weapons. Caduceus crosses back to stand next to Fjord and Caleb, dropping to a knee to be closer to Nott’s level.
“We’ll have a talk,” He says. Nott nods, shoving her hands into her pockets. Caduceus nods back, pushing himself to his feet, and waves a hand to Caleb. Caleb breaks out of whatever trance he’s been in and holds a hand out to her, hoisting her up onto his shoulders when she takes it. Fjord and Yasha flank him as they start their trek up towards the surface. Jester looks back in front of her, to Beau.
“Hi,” She says with a giggle.
“Hey,” Beau says nearly at the same time.
Jester isn’t sure which of them breaks first, but they’re kissing again, and ice melting off Beau’s skin. It’s only the awkward cough from the guard sometime later that breaks them apart.
“We should- catch up,” Jester says, biting her lip. Beau is blushing fiercely.
“Yeah, uh, thanks- sorry for the show.” Beau slides her hand down into Jester and tugs her along, up the stairs towards the dark surface. Jester hurries along behind her.
#beau#jester#critical role#fic#cr2#beau/jester#nott#rory writes#AAAAAAAA this was msotly just my own feELINGS but. enjoy.
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12 Days of Shobbs: Day 7- Hot Chocolate
Summary: This is a serious of prompts following the relationship between Luke Hobbs and Deckard Shaw through the twelve days of Christmas.
Day 6 Day 8
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
Deckard leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. He was sitting in one of the many conference rooms in one of the many facilities Mr. Nobody had scattered around the world. In front of him were seven different monitors, all showing different images around a casino that the team was infiltrating. An American businessman was trying to sell government secrets to the highest bidder and was conducting his auction at a casino in Venice, thus why he was watching rich Italians blowing thousands of dollars an hour.
The team had spent several days trying to find ways into the casino and not alert their target to their presence. Unfortunately, the only ones who had even been to Italy before were Deckard and Luke, both of whom the target had seen because of a botched attempt to catch him in the States. So, during those few days, it was a mad scramble for Deckard to teach the group Italian, how to play poker and black jack, and how to be a spy.
When he had joined the team, Deckard hadn’t realized how untrained they were. Even though they all had bits of experience, they were nowhere near the level he was at being a spy. And because he couldn’t be there to guide them, Deckard had eventually called his brother to take his place in keeping the team’s cover.
But to be honest, Deckard had tried calling up Hattie first, but she had been doing her own mission in Egypt, leaving Deckard to call Owen. Who also wasn’t trained to be a traditional spy. There was a reason why Hattie and Deckard had gone for MI-6 and Owen had stuck strictly with the military.
Letting out a sigh, Deckard leaned forward and watched the screens, listening to the com link. Currently, Owen was performing a song in the lounge and keeping an eye out for any of the people looking to buy government secrets. While at the opposite side of the main room, Dom and Brian were acting as security and guarding the elevators to the upper floors. At one of the poker tables, Roman was pretending to be high roller who didn’t understand how betting hundreds of dollars at once was a bad idea. At the bar, Tej was showing off his surprising skills at bartending. On a different floor, Letty and Ramsey were dressed as maids as they were planting bugs in their target’s room.
Deckard was so focused on the cameras, he didn’t hear the door to the conference room open. It wasn’t until he felt a hand land heavily on his shoulder that he noticed Luke was in the room.
“Look at you. Acting like a mother cat trying to keep her kittens in line,” Luke smirked down at him.
Deckard glared up at him. “You’d be doing the same if you’d been presented with seven untrained agents and told to a mission with them.”
“Very true. But I do know that even if things go tits up, the team will find a way to improvise,” Luke assured.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Deckard mumbled and rubbed his eyes again. “Improvisation in this kind of work can get someone killed.”
“Don’t worry so much,” Luke said and squeezed Deckard’s shoulder. “When was the last time you slept? You’re starting to look like death warmed over.”
“There wasn’t enough time to sleep while correcting Letty and Dom’s Italian and teaching Roman how to play poker,” Deckard huffed.
“Then how about you go get some shut-eye and I’ll keep watch?”
“Oh, I don’t think so, twinkletoes. If I know my brother, he’ll know when I’m no longer watching and will pull the stupidest stunt he can think of.”
“Fine. Let me go get you a coffee at least.”
“I don’t drink that crap,” Deckard scrunched up his nose in disgust.
“You’re a walking British stereotype, you know that?” Luke said, unimpressed.
“There’s nothing wrong with liking a good cuppa,” Deckard mumbled under his breath.
“Well, last time I tried making you tea, you yelled at me, so I’m not going to try again.”
“I wouldn’t have yelled if you hadn’t brewed it so weak.”
“And this is why I’m not making you tea ever again,” Luke responded and rolled his eyes. He squeezed Deckard’s shoulder again before turning away. “Just keep watching them, I’ll be back with something.”
“It better not be any bloody coffee, you dense American!” Deckard called out as he watched the door close.
Slouching in the chair, Deckard watched the team, who were still in the same spots. They would be doing the same things for the next hour, only Letty and Ramsey moving around to other rooms to find any dirt on the buyers. Closing his eyes for a moment, Deckard knew nothing exciting would be happening until later that night.
He jerked awake when he felt someone shaking him.
“Here. This might help,” Luke laughed, handing him a large mug.
Taking the mug, Deckard peered inside and found a huge mound of whipped cream. Raising an eyebrow, Deckard looked back at Luke, who was pulling a chair up next to Deckard’s.
“Hot chocolate?”
“Knowing your siblings, I figured you’d have a sweet tooth as well,” Luke shrugged as he sat down, their chairs shoved together.
Glancing at the other man from the corner of his eye, Deckard took a hesitant sip. Luke was right: Deckard did have a sweet tooth just like Owen and Hattie, and the hot chocolate was perfect.
“At least you can make this,” Deckard joked.
“Oh please. I bet you can’t make a decent pot of coffee if you wanted to,” Luke teased right back.
“Like I would ever want to,” Deckard muttered into his hot chocolate.
They sat together, letting a calm, comfortable silence wash over them as they watched the rest of the team continue to keep their acts up. Once Deckard had finished his hot chocolate, he set the mug down and once again leaned back in his chair. The warmth of the drink settled into him and made him feel boneless. Without realizing it, his eyelids were starting to droop again, and after several minutes of trying to fight off sleep, his eyes finally fell shut.
He was awoken some time later by a quiet voice in his ear. Blinking his eyes rapidly, Deckard stared at the screens, which were at an angle. Under his head, he could feel something warm taking his weight.
“Hey, you awake? The target is meeting with the buyers right now,” Luke whispered above him.
Lifting his head, Deckard realized that he had fallen asleep, and at one point his head had landed on Luke’s shoulder. Clearing his throat, Deckard felt his cheeks turning red.
“Sorry, mate,” Deckard coughed and scooted his chair away from Luke’s.
“You’re fine. You looked like you needed the sleep,” Luke responded, a soft smile on his lips.
If it was possible, Deckard flushed even harder at Luke’s gentle gaze. Willing his blush way, Deckard opened the com link.
“Positions, everyone.”
… Seven criminals a-stealing
Six missiles incoming
Five grenades!
Four stab wounds
Three fast cars
Two loaded guns
And a punch to the face!
#shobbs#deckard shaw#luke hobbs#owen shaw#dominic toretto#christmas fics#fanfic#my fanfic#hot chocolate#sorry its so late today guys#im pretty tired after working 40 hours this week and finishing up school
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Time to Waste 12
Good Omens
Link to Chapter 11
Words: 2,070
Pairings: Gabriel x Reader
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You sat across Beelzebub as they ordered a drink. After the bartender dropped the drink off, Beelzebub decided that it was time to talk.
“I suppose you know what I am waiting for.”
You looked up from your own drink before leaning back in the chair.
“I am assuming that you want an explanation about me disappearing for the past five years.”
Beelzebub didn’t smile. Their attention focused on your face.
“Do you find this amusing? I was worried. Gabriel was extremely worried. A basket case is a better way to put your lover’s behavior.”
You smirked.
“He deserved what he got.”
Beelzebub was slightly surprised by your comment. They had expected you to make some type of comment of loyalty to Gabriel. Now here you were pretty much saying that he deserved to be stuck wondering where his pregnant girlfriend went to.
“I sense all is not well between the two of you. Is the reason that you left? If so what did he do?”
You shrugged.
“He called me a slut after you kissed me. So I guess that I have you to thank for all of this past trouble. Thanks a lot.”
Beelzebub instantly frowned.
“I don’t control that giant oaf that you decided to have a child with! I can’t control his mouth. We both know that it is a black hole where stupid comes from. Why did you take his words so personally?”
You sat your cup down.
“I don't know many women that want to be called a slut by the man that they love.”
Beelzebub nodded.
“Fair enough. From my observations, the two of you seem a little tense. Y/n, I know that you love Gabriel. Anyone who knows anything knows that. You, however, don't ‘have to put with the verbal abuse. If you do take him back, I do think it would be in both of your interests to discuss boundaries. I don’t want to have to hurt him because he hurt you. I think we both know that I could make him cry.”
You nodded. The prince of hell was right on that one! Things were tense! As much as you wanted to rip Gabriel’s suit off and have your way with him. You were fine with the idea of punching him in the face too. You could always ask Beelzebub to punch him?
“Tense is putting it lightly. Ever since I came back, things between us has not been great. We have come so close to fixing things but one of us says something stupid and everything gets shot to hell. I mean literally goes to hell in a handbasket. We are just picking at each other over the stupidest of things.”
Beelzebub wanted to make a snide comment about Gabriel being a giant pompous jerk but decided against it after looking at your face. You looked as depressed as your voice sounded! The prince of hell looked at you and was silent for a moment.
“Do the two of you talk? Share your feelings...that kind of stuff?”
You snorted. What Gabriel and yourself had been doing over the last few weeks wasn’t really “talking.”
“Kind of. Not really.”
Beelzebub looked thoughtful.
“How is he with the child?”
You smiled at that. Despite how poor your relationship with Gabriel was, he seemed to genuinely love his daughter.
“He does well with her actually. There are sometimes I think that he is a little stunned by her. Matilda uses that to her advantage too. If there is something that she wants and Gabriel is clueless about it she can manipulate him so easily. That’s the reason why we keep getting cats. Gabriel can’t tell her no. He just hides them in a closet and tells my father that he’s nuts overhearing random meowing.”
Beelzebub smirked.
“She seems smart...remarkably like you.”
You smiled.
“She is more like her father than you realize. Also, a lot like my own father.”
Beelzebub frowned at that.
“Great, another Crowley!”
That was the last thing that the prince of hell wanted to think about! One Crowley was enough! Beelzebub was relieved when they met you and you weren’t like your father in the slightest. Now here was Crowley’s grandchild who had the same quick wit and sarcasm.
You smiled.
“Matilda is a person all of her own.”
Meanwhile,
Matilda had snuck up the stairs after Gabriel. She poked her head into your bedroom where Gabriel stood to look out the window with a gloomy expression on his face. Matilda sat her cat down before going inside.
“Are you mad because mommy went somewhere with that fly lady?”
Gabriel looked down.
“Not for you to worry about.”
Matilda frowned. She was getting tired of being told this isn’t your concern or you are too little to understand.
“I understand a lot more than you seem to realize, dad.”
Gabriel sighed. The last thing that he really wanted to do was explain to his child why his relationship wasn’t working out with her mother. Being a little kid with that in your brain was sure to mess with you.
“Tilly, I am not in the mood.”
Matilda shrugged.
“It isn’t your fault that you are clueless when it comes to mom.”
Gabriel’s mouth dropped as he tried to consider his words. Now, if was appearing that it was time to argue with the kid.
“I’m not clueless.”
Matilda chuckled.
“If you say so…”
She turned and went back to her cat. Matilda picked the cat up and stroked the hairless cat’s head before turning back to her father.
“Dad, I understand my cat more than you understand mom. King Louis can’t even talk and I can understand him. Mom has practically shrieked at you what she wants and you aren’t getting it.”
Gabriel ran a hand over his face.
“Matilda I am really tired.”
“Well go take a nap!”
Matilda snapped and continued to stroke King Louis’ head. Gabriel, meanwhile, was busy looking at his daughter with a clear expression of unhappiness.
“Matilda, enough. Everything will be just fine between your mother and me. You’re just taking everything too literally.”
Matilda sat her cat down and turned back to her father.
“I take things literally because that is how things are.”
Gabriel was really having enough! Wasn’t four-year-old little girls supposed to be playing with dolls or something? They weren’t supposed to be working out the love lives of their parents.
“Matilda, I don’t have the juice for this…you really need to stop.”
Matilda snapped her fingers and put a cup of apple juice in front of her father.
“There you go.”
Gabriel sighed and stood up.
“Go play with the cat or something...act like a kid.”
Walking downstairs Gabriel muttered something about his life being a train wreck. He was so busy brooding that he didn't see Crowley sitting at the table.
“I would say train wreck is putting things lightly.”
Gabriel looked up with a frown.
“I wasn’t asking you.”
Crowley shrugged.
“You’re talking to yourself is the first sign of going crazy but then again you do get your best advice from yourself so…”
It took all Gabriel had not to blow the demon up. Had it not been for the knowledge that you would never speak to him again if he killed your father he would have.
“Crowley, I have enough problems on my plate without your snide little remarks.”
Crowley smirked.
“Aziraphale is really the one that you would like to speak to when it comes to relations. I would much rather tell you to grow a pair and apologize on your knees to Y/n and just maybe she will take you back ...but you and I both know that you are too cocky of an asshole to do that. Tonight and tonight only, I will turn off my sarcasm and listen to you bitch….and go…”
Gabriel didn’t speak for a moment. Crowley sighed.
“You’re wasting time.”
Gabriel sighed.
“Fine, what is the longest that you and Aziraphale have gone without having sex?”
Crowley raised an eyebrow.
“With each other?”
Gabriel groaned.
“I don’t care if it's with each other or someone else...don’t care.”
Crowley was having too fun with his light torture of the archangel but decided to tone it down since this did pertain to his daughter.
“We have stupid fights but we make up quickly. It definitely didn’t involve any unplanned kids coming along and one of us running away to Hull. That was what...five years that Y/n was away. I think that it's safe to say that you have me beat. Anyhow, I know my daughter. She loves you whether or not she wants to admit it or not. I also know that it's a bit hard for the two of you to fix things with Matilda on your heels. Here’s my advice, wake Y/n up around 4 am when the kid is asleep and make things right.”
Gabriel held his hands up.
“Y/n doesn’t go to bed until like one or two. Are you seriously suggesting that I go to her and ask her to wake up for that? Come on.”
It was Crowley’s turn to be defensive,
“What do you want me to say? You need to be spontaneous. It will help impress her. I get that the two of you are sarcastic. Well, she’s sarcastic and you are clueless. Is it really that bad, Gabriel?”
Gabriel was silent for a few moments.
“Let put it this way. We are having problems in the bedroom department and I am discussing it with you! There is also the fact that my four-year-old is picking up on this too and offering relationship advice!”
Crowley smirked.
“Matilda is very smart. Maybe you should listen to the two of us. You were so jealous when she walked out of the room with Beelzebub today. If you weren’t serious about Y/n, I don’t think that you would have gotten that angry. Now, go be a fucking man and do something about fixing this. You two are making me sick.”
Meanwhile,
Your mind had been in a haze of thoughts of both Gabriel and Beelzebub the whole way home. At least, you were able to determine that your feeling for Beelzebub was clearly platonic. You needed to talk to Gabriel. Both of you needed to turn off the sarcasm and overly active tempers and talk.
Matilda jumping out of the shadows and yelling, “MOM YOU’RE HOME!” broke you from your thoughts. You looked down at your daughter with an amused smile and half yelled “yes and so are you” back.
Gabriel and Crowley stepped out of the kitchen after hearing all of the yelling. Matilda, meanwhile, smiled coyly. Her plan to get the two of you in the same room worked splendidly.
Crowley looked between the two of you and faked a gag. He reached down at picked Matilda up.
“Come on princess, neither of us really want to sit and watch this.”
You waited until the two were out of earshot before turning to face Gabriel. His eyes were watching every move that you made without saying a word.
“I think we really need to sit down at talk.”
Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest.
“I wanted to talk before you took with Beelzebub. Let me guess, the two of you are together now.”
You sighed. Gabriel was jealous. You had the feeling that he was going to get all self-righteous and “archangel-like.”
“You can guess again. Like I have told you before, Beelzebub and I are just friends. I don’t know why you can’t grasp that being the all-knowing being that you are!”
Gabriel held his hands up before reaching out and tentatively took your hand in his.
“Please, I just want us to sit down at talk before Matilda gets away from your father. Can’t you give me like five minutes without one of us losing our tempers?”
You wanted to yank your hand away but you didn’t.
“Fine, we need to get out of here for a bit…”
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hi! if you wanna keep the shigaraki train rolling can i request hcs for how him and his s/o got together?
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AHHHH wow this is my first ask! God I love shigaraki.
Warning; Blood
Genre: Fluff, Angst
-You had a quirk called helping hands.
-Basically, anything you touched you were able to heal, even if it’s life was being held by a thread
-The downside, the injury you healed would now be yours
-It would usually heal within the week or month(s) depending on how bad the injury was. You didn’t care
-And it just so happened that Dabi was recruiting people
-He didn’t give you a choice, the league need’s a healer, he kinda just kidnapped you
-Shigaraki was decently pleased
-You weren’t
-You were yelling at everyone
-Dabi felt like he was getting scolded by his mother
-You kinda just gave up and sighed at them before telling them that you wont be in their league, but they can always come to you if they needed to be healed.
-Surprisingly, Shigaraki was the one who got hurt the most
-You get worried when he doesn’t come by at least once a week because of how often he gets hurt
-”I was starting to wonder if you died on.”
-”Shut up.”
-Most of his injury's were small, so he never noticed that his injury would transfer to you
-Until he came in with a stab wound on his shoulder
-Without wasting a step you brought him over to your couch, placing your hand on the spot, healing him
-He didn’t notice anything strange until he noticed the blood on your shoulder
-Isn’t sure if it’s his or yours
-Realizes it’s your’s when he see’s it slowly pour
-Ask’s you questions non-stop about it
-”Why?”
-”.....why....what..?” You were vv confused by his question
-”Why use your quirk if it hurts you”
-You kinda just shrug at him before talking
-”Because it hurts the owner of the injury too. I’d rather take away a pain then have them suffer.”
-He isn’t sure if he thinks thats the stupidest thing to him, or if that’s the kindest thing he’s really heard
-After that he visits you a lot, not with injurys but to just play games, beat your ass at Mario Kart
-He won’t let any of the members go to you if it’s a small injury that they can easily take care of
-He honestly doesn’t even realize he has feelings for you until maybe months, or like a year later
-When he does realize it though, he doesn’t like it
-He would start to ‘hate’ you for it
-Shigaraki would make it his life mission to make you hate him too
-He would do anything you hated
-Would never come to you for an injury again
-(Even though he wanted to see your smile again)
-Next time you do see him, it ain’t pretty
-You got to their hideout and basically demand to know why he’s been ignoring you
-Doesn’t yell at first, but talks to you like you’re nothing
-”What? Healed me a few times and you think I need you? Like you’re important to me?”
-Grab’s you’re arm with four fingers, threatening to put all five down
-You don’t even know what to say, and you’re so confused too, like wtf
-He get’s even angrier with your lack of response
-Now he’s yelling
-”You’re nothing to me! Why would someone so small be important to me? You can’t even use your quirk without hurting yourself, how useless can one person be”
-He was expecting you to get mad at him, and to start screaming back at him, he was not expecting you to start crying
-Shigaraki felt panic, and a feeling he couldn’t describe
-Panic? Fear? Heartbreak? Regret?
-He stared at you with an unreadable look
-”Why are you crying? You weren’t supposed to cry, stop it”
-Starts trying to find ways to get you to stop crying
-”Look just stop it! We have hot pockets, want one of those? Tissues? Just stop!”
-Now you’re mad, who did he think he was?
-Talking to you like he wasn’t a shedding lizard?
-”I’m not supposed to cry? You just told me I was useless, and have been avoiding me like I’m gonna kill you!”
-He doesn’t really know how to respond
-”I wanted you to hate me, not cry.”
-”Well you got your wish, I hate you.’
-After you say that you leave, and he doesn’t know what to do
-He thought he would feel better, but now he feel’s even worse than he did when he realized his feelings.
-Shigaraki hasn’t made an attempt to contact you, and you haven’t either
-That is until the day you hear a knock on your door a month later
-You open it to the one and only, king Rat, Shigaraki
-There’s blood pouring from his stomach and small drips from his forhead
-You didn’t waste another second before grabbing him and putting him on the table, quickly healing him
-After you do so, you go to clean up the mess in awkward silence
-Shigaraki isn’t really sure how to talk to you
-”I, thank you.”
-You just nod at him. “Ya.”
-He’s slumped over a little at this point, wanting to hear you talk to him with actual emotion in his voice.
-”I’m sorry.”
-You look at him with a tilted head and raised eyebrow, not sure if you heard him right before standing on one foot
-”And what for? For telling me I’m useless and then coming to me and using me for my quirk? Making me feel like I’m nothing after you got what you needed?”
-Shigaraki looked down slightly before shaking his head.
-”I didn’t want you to, I just wanted, I thought I wanted you to hate me.”
-He paused, looking at her before talking again.
-”I started getting feeling’s for you, and I can’t drag you into what I do, and I can’t have a weakness.”
-You stare at him, watching him sigh
-”Say something.” “What do you want me to say?” “I don’t know, anything.”
-He opened a jar he shouldn’t have opened.
-”Oh? Fine. You should’ve talked to me first! You didn’t want to bring me into all of this? Me just helping you brought me in! You don’t get to decide this all on your own because I like you too! You telling me that I’m nothing to you, did nothing for you.”
-Shigaraki lift’s his head, staring at you
-”Why didn’t you just talk to me, we could’ve tried for a relationship.”
-He didn’t know how he felt about a ‘relationship’, he did like the thought of you being his and the other way around though.
-He got off the table and walked to you
-”You liked me?”
-You smiled at him, feeling the anger you had in you disappear
-”Of course I did, and I would like to try this, just, talk, please?”
-Shigaraki thinks about it for a moment before nodding.
-He isn’t the best boyfriend, but he really does try after that
-And you’re so thankful for that.
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AAHHHHH IM SO SORRY HES LIKE OOC I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER SCENARIOS
but um uh ya! Thank you for sending an ask and i hope ya’ll enjoyed this!
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The Ripple Effect
Previously Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10
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Chapter 11. Rehabilitation
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Life is the sum of our choices.
Insignificant choices, that change nothing at all. What detergent you’ll buy, what conditioner. If your body cream will smell like vanilla or jasmine. If the toilet paper will have imprinted pink daisies or little bears.
Then, there are choices that we think nothing of, but they have the power to change everything. Like going to the pub with Geillis to watch the rugby game between England and Scotland instead of staying at home. Like uttering one single word that brings in front of you the incredulous blue eyes of the redhead Scot sitting on the next stool.
Finally, there are the choices we think over and over again, trying to observe where the balance is tipping, in fear of a mistake – an error of judgment that will bring a burden that’s only ours to carry forward. Like choosing to be a surgeon instead of an endocrinologist. Taking humans’ lives in your hands instead of prescribing thyroid medications and sleep happily at night.
But some things aren’t choices at all. Sometimes, no matter what your brain is screaming, you go with your gut and do the stupidest cleverest thing you’ve ever done.
I stayed with Jamie.
It wasn’t a choice; it was the only way I could fully breathe again. The only way I would get rid of empty gulps of air inserting nothing but hollowness in my chest.
It wasn’t that I couldn’t survive without him.
I’d might even find another person that could make me laugh. There are no such things as soul mates. But I didn’t want that other person, I didn’t want to compare him with Jamie. I wanted Jamie. Because he knew me as I was, and he accepted every little bit of me.
I could survive without him. I’d find a job, I’d have an average life. I’d live as millions of people do, little robots following schedules. I’d find my purpose in work, if I was lucky. I’d be happy from 8pm-10pm when I attended a party. I’d cry for all my lost hopes in disguise while watching a movie. I’d blame the slow cashier in the supermarket for the lost time in my life.
I’d be half of me. I’d focus on my program, never thinking too much.
I came back in Glasgow because I couldn’t have that.
It was acceptable up to a point since no one can fully avoid it, but I couldn’t think of my whole life being just that. I was tired of hiding.
With Jamie, I dared to be under the spotlight. I could live.
I could wake up in the morning and smile before I’d open my eyes, just because he would be there. Or I wouldn’t smile because I’d be tired, or late, or my neck would be sore because of the damn muscles in his arm – but he still would be there.
I could smell his musky scent and feel my world complete. Or I wouldn’t feel complete, because he’d have done something stupid and smelling him would only remind me of how mad I was with him.
I could blame myself for the bad things that happened in my life, because he’d be there to support me. Or I wouldn’t blame myself and I’d blame him, because he’d be there to take the blame or yell back at me – but he’d be there.
He’d be my companion, my rock and my soft pillow. And I would be his, because life is much more than sunshiny days with fairy dust falling from the trees. Because life is real and we were real, too. Full of flaws and blessings.
We didn’t leave his apartment for three days. Jamie took the day off, we turned our phones off and found each other again. We cooked, watched movies, made love and talked. For the past, for the future.
Jamie almost had a heart attack when I told him that Murtagh knew where I was.
“I asked him to keep it a secret! It’s not his fault, I’m telling you for the last time!” I exclaimed for what it seemed like the twentieth time.
“He kent it! He saw me losing my mind here and he didn’t say a word! A word!” Jamie’s face was the same shade of red as the sauce of our spaghetti alla napolitana.
Every time Jamie said “He kent it!” with the same angry and incredulous face, I remembered Ross Geller from ‘The Friends’ yelling “My sandwich? My sandwich?” scaring the pigeons all over New York. Seeing that we’d keep the same conversation for an eternity, I took his lips in mine, keeping him silent for a good while.
“I’m here now.” I whispered on his lips.
“Mmm. Ye are.” He sighed, locking his arms around me. “And I’ll kill the man, I’m telling ye, Sassenach.”
“You stubborn Scot.”
“Yer stubborn Scot?”
“Mine.” I said, tenderly biting his bottom lip. Claiming him.
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Monday night came faster than I wanted to and on Tuesday Jamie left for work with a pout on his face. The apartment felt empty without him but I didn’t feel like a stranger in it. It had something of Jamie in every corner, pieces of us that he never let go.
Slipping out of the the armchair’s soft cushions, I turned on my phone. I had to call Louise and let her know first that I was fine, and second that I was staying in Scotland.
“Are you sure, ma cherie?” I could hear the concern in her voice.
“Yes, I am. We talked things out with Jamie. I’m moving in Louise!” I was excited, firmly believing that if I could sustain that feeling I’d keep the fear away.
“Then all I can say is that I’m happy for you, Claire. I was afraid you’d remain a ghost for the rest of your life.” She paused and I could almost sense her smile. “You want me to talk to Mother Hildegard?”
“No, I’ll call her to explain. Can you ship the rest of my clothes, please?” I stupidly batted my eyelashes, even though Louise couldn’t see me.
“Oui! I’ll do it this afternoon! Although these panties, Claire. You definitely have to buy some new ones, now that you have a man.”
“Bye, Louise.” I snorted indignantly.
“Love you!” Louise laughed.
“Love you too, hon!” I ended the call and remained there, looking at my phone, the picture of Louise in my contacts smiling back at me. A true friend.
Falling back on my beloved and much missed bed, I took a deep breath.
I was staying.
We were staying in Glasgow.
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When the plane landed in Glasgow I thought that staying in the UK was not an option. I was so afraid that Randall would find me to take his revenge, that I was sure he’d have means to locate me no matter where I’d be.
Jamie, though, insisted that since Randall had no idea I fled to Scotland all those years ago, there was no chance he’d search for me in Glasgow. And I had to confess that it made sense.
It didn’t feel as safe as Paris, but we could build a life in Glasgow. The city where we fell in love. It should be the other way around, Paris being the most romantic city, but love comes as it likes. And It found us in Glasgow.
Jamie’s career was going remarkably well. His last year’s book proposals were the most profitable in the list of the firm’s published books and he was beaming with pride when he announced me that he was the youngest person in the history of the firm suggested to the board for the position of the chief editor.
Of course he would. My man was a genius and had worked hard for it - even harder while I was away, it seemed.
Discussing about my career, we decided that I should contact the hospital to ask if they could accept me back. Not so many chances there, but I would try it anyway.
His apartment was midway from Jamie’s office and the hospital. It was smaller than our old one, but we could save money before moving to something bigger. Plus, the view of the park would remind me of the first day I opened my eyes, safe in his arms again.
Wednesday morning, I called Geillis. Her shrill voice entered my ear, almost breaking my drum. It soon became obvious that it would be impossible to make sense of her back to back questions. With her night shift suiting us perfectly, we met at our favorite coffee house to catch up. My come back was far more important than the rest of her morning plans, or so she said.
“Ye’re kidding me, Claire.” It was one of the rare times Geillis Duncan seemed scared.
“Unfortunately, no. I’m not.” I set my jaw, my hands in tight fists as they were every time I spoke of him.
“And the poor lad killed himself?” A scared and compassionate Geillis was something that should be written in Record Guinness Book.
“I’m pretty sure MacGregor would never kill himself. Randall is pure evil, Geillis. He could easily kill someone and make it seem like suicide.”
“I see. So ye fled to Paris to save yerself. But why are ye back, Claire?” Her feathery eyebrows were low, almost touching her blonde eyelashes.
“Jamie.” One word was enough. It was my world.
Geillis shook her head, understanding, but I could see a speck of disappointment in her eyes. “Ye were always one to listen to yer heart, Claire.”
“In contrast with you!” I laughed, accepting that we’d never agree on that.
“Oh, dinna fash. I listen to my heart just fine. But it’s never as loud as my mind, aye?” Geillis winked at me, the green eyes full of mischief.
“Aye!” I teased her. “Are you still with Dougal, then?”
“He’s getting divorce.” She announced that, snapping her fingers as if she’d achieved this with some kind of magic.
“WHAT?”
Geillis laughed, a satisfied laughter with a sprinkle of evil. “I’m pregnant, ye ken. And he’s crazy about me, what can I do?” She brushed her red hair back, showing off.
“So you love the man?” I asked with a grimace, afraid of her answer.
“Ah… He’s as good as a man can be, ye ken.” Geillis shrugged, her opinion of men well known.
“So you two are getting married? Jamie told me nothing about this!”
“Oh, no one knows yet. He’s talking to his wife this weekend.” Geillis smiled, a broad grin of satisfaction. “It’s great having ye back, Claire. I had no one to talk to while ye were away. Ye scared us all, ye ken.” She pressed her lips together, green eyes boring into mine. “When Jamie first called me to see if we were together he could barely make sense, uttering mixed words in a raspy voice. It sounded like he was shouting, or crying, I didna ken. I thought that maybe ye found a mysterious lover and eloped wi’ him but ye’d never do it. No to Jamie.”
“Not to Jamie.” I echoed her last words.
“So, ye’re coming back to the hospital?”
“I’m thinking of visiting tomorrow. Talk to Dr. Beaton, see if there is any position I could apply to.”
“We always need more hands, Claire. Especially hands like yers. They didna find anyone to substitute ye, yet. I think Dr. Beaton will be glad to see ye back.”
“If he mysteriously forgets the fact that I left and all I sent was an email, stating that I wanted to quit and that I was in Paris.”
“Ye’re going to be just fine.”
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It turned out that Geillis was right. I was just fine.
My meeting with the head physician of the hospital went surprisingly well. He was willing to accept me back, seeing as I was one of the most talented surgeons he’d known in his life – his words, not mine. There was a lack of surgeons and as Geillis had already informed me, no one had taken my position. After doing the necessary paperwork,I’d be back in my scrubs in no time.
I was with Jamie again and I had my job back.
That begged for a celebration. And that was exactly what Jamie and I did. We celebrated our happiness at our favorite restaurant, over red wine and a shared paella.
Everything was perfect, until Jamie placed his hand on mine, eyes sparkling, and suggested we’d visit Lallybroch that weekend.
I gulped, averting my eyes from his. “You think so?”
“Aye. Everybody will be there. Ye canna imagine how much taller wee Jamie is, Sassenach! They got him this balance bicycle last month and he canna leave it from his hands! It’s a wonder he dinna sleep wi’ it!”
My heart softened at the thought of my wee ginger, but his mother’s eyes that would pierce through me were another matter altogether.
“What is it, Sassenach?”
“Nothing.” I took a huge gulp of my wine, so much that I almost choked myself.
“If ye’re trying to die from choking in yer wine, Sassenach, I dinna think that’s a wise idea.”
“I know.”
“Yer face darkened from the moment ye heard about going to Lallybroch. Ye used to love it, Claire.” His eyes were sad, without any intention of convincing me that we should go. He was trying to cope with the idea of me hating his home and I knew that even contemplating this was too much for Jamie Fraser.
“Oh no. I still love Lallybroch, Jamie. You know this place will always be in my heart.”
“But?”
The bloody man wouldn’t help me at all. If he wanted to hear it from me, let him have it. “Jenny,” I whispered.
“Jenny? Since when ye’re afraid of my sister, Sassenach?” A tiny smile was lurking behind his lips now, the pain in his eyes gone.
“Since I left you. Jenny will hate me for hurting you, and you very well know it.”
“Jenny will understand, if we explain. And we will.” He took my hand in his, engulfing it completely, while his thumb was running across my knuckles.
I nodded, still not quite convinced about how easy it would be to confront the hurricane called Jenny Fraser. Jamie’s lips however, tasting like the wine’s red berries, stole all my thoughts, claiming me back to the security of our little puffy cloud.
We’d be fine.
Or dead. You could never really know with Jenny.
Chapter 12
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My mom lit up another cigarette. For so many years, my Dad had prohibited that she did things like this - drinking, smoking, going out, having a life in general - and after she’d left him, she’d picked up this habit once again. I had told her that it was the stupidest thing to do, and she, in turn, had attacked my drinking. That had shut me up effectively.
Tonight, she was babysitting my boy. Again. I was out and about in the town, desperately trying to forget my sorrows and doing anything except that. Teddy was sleeping safely inside, as she dialed her new boyfriend’s number and waited until he picked up the phone.
“Hey sweety. Can you talk?”
His deep voice replied in a normal tone, reassuring her that he indeed was home alone.
“She isn’t home. How are you, love?”
“Mmh. Thank God. I’m babysitting my grandson. How are things in London?”
“Missing you. You sound a bit off tonight.”
“I know. It’s … it’s her. Cassie.”
“What’s with her?”
My mom smiled at his concern.
“You said you knew her from before?”
“Mm-hmm. Met her a few times. Had a few talks. Sweet lass. What about it?”
“Did she ever … God, I feel like such a bad mom at the moment.”
“You’re not. You hear me? You’re not.”
“You’re so sweet. Why are you so sweet. I miss you so much.”
“I know.” He replied in a cheeky tone and she could hear that he smiled. “You were saying?”
“Did she ever go crazy with drinking? Or going out? Did she ever behave really … recklessly?”
“Hmm. Not that I remember. That was more … you know, love, I don’t do these things usually.”
“I know. I’m sorry, honey. But she’s going out so often. It feels like I don’t know her. Can you tell me some more?”
The man in the other end sighed before replying. “Sure, sweety. It wasn’t her that was crazy back then. The guy she was with, he was a bit more reckless.”
“Michael?”
“You know Michael?”
“Small town, remember? Yeah, I know him.”
“Maybe they’re together again? You should ask her. Or him, if that’s where we’re at.”
“Yeah. I will. Thanks, darling. When are you coming to Ireland again?”
“11 days from now. And I can’t wait.”
“Me neither. Love you.”
“You too. See you soon.Don’t worry too much. Bye, darling.”
( … )
My genius plan, which I’d concocted in a whiskey haze, had failed. Of course it had failed. It was a Thursday, the week after my catastrophical night at Nathan’s. Michael had disappeared not long after he’d seen me, and the same could be said for tonight. I had chosen a suitable guy to dance with, I’d began flirting heavily, and once in a while looked up to the bar to see how Michael reacted. Yasmin had, of course, figured me out. As she saw what I was doing, she’d whispered something in Michael’s ear. He had looked at me with eyes that tried to look inconsiderate but were both angry and sad at the same time. I had rejoiced, and a second later, he was gone, much to my dismay. Yasmin had, apparently, told him to go home. I had never cursed their friendship more than I did tonight., but I had kept on dancing. She shouldn’t see my disappointment.
It was easy for me to find guys. The bar was set low, and I almost didn’t care how they looked or what they were like. As long as each of them had just a little bit of … him.
One had a ginger beard. It didn’t look all too well for the shape of his face, but in my drunken state, it didn’t matter. One had a smile that was almost as wide as Michael’s, and the thoughts that he made me have were giving me butterflies until I threw up in the restroom. One had a voice as wonderfully deep as his, and I really, really wish I had been sober enough to understand what he was telling me. I wasn’t. I never was these days, except for 4 days of the week. My Sunday and the next three days of the week, I was at home. Pretending to be a happy mother. Pretending I had everything under control. It was all a lie, of course. No matter how much Teddy was developing these days, no matter how proud everyone around me seemed to be, I couldn’t feel the happiness. I didn’t feel a thing except longing. I longed for Thursday when I would begin to drink. My runs around town were decreasing, they didn’t help me like they used to do. No matter how fast I’d run, I couldn’t chase the thoughts of Michael away. The night we had. The things we’d done. The way I kicked him out … Nowadays, the only thing that helped was liquor. Plenty of it. Liquor and men. I never let them go all the way, though. I’d kiss them on the dance floor, they would touch me, we would dance, sometimes at Nathan’s, sometimes somewhere else. If we were at Nathan’s, I would scan the room for Michael, but he never seemed to be around anymore. It had been three nights out since I saw him. But I had to keep going. Tonight’s catch was someone named Gerard - or Gerry, I hadn’t quite caught that - and I’d taken him out back. His lips and hands were everywhere way too quickly, and I pushed him off. My head was spinning, and everything smelled like whiskey. I was almost too drunk to hear his frustrated “what the hell?” as I went back into the pub. I sailed across the floor, crashing into people and almost tipping over a chair, until I ran straight into a tall, broad man who didn’t seem to move.
“Cassie.”
From my confusion and my drunkenness, I looked up and smiled widely at the guy standing in front of me. It was Chris, Caitlin’s boyfriend.
“Chris! Heeeeey! How are you? Where’s Cait?”
“Here, Cas.”
I heard Cait’s voice as she appeared from behind her boyfriend. It wasn’t until now that I discovered that they both looked rather different from the rest of the crowd. Caitlin didn’t wear makeup, they were both clad in warm winter coats, and the looks on their faces told me they were really not in the mood for a night out.
“What’s with the coats? You must be sweating like hell. Come and daaaance with me!”
I slurred at them, the alcohol in my system apparently making me ignore that they weren’t in a party mood.
“We’re here to get you home, Cas. Come on.” Caitlin looked sternly at me, and I laughed like an idiot at her.
“Naaaawww. I’m not going a-ny-where. DRINKS! I’ll get you some, c’mon-”
“That’s what I thought, Cas. Sorry about this. Chris-”
Before I had had a chance to think, Chris had lifted me up and thrown me across his shoulder in a fireman’s grip. The shock of suddenly being upside down made me throw a fit and yell at him, and of course, he didn’t budge. I couldn’t turn or get away, he was simply too strong. In a few large steps, I could see the pub floor turn into pavement, and the cold air around us filled my lungs.
“I’ll get her coat. Stay here.” I heard Caitlin say, and she was gone in an instant. I still dangled helplessly down Chris’ back for the whole five minutes until she returned.
“Get me DOWN! I’m not done in there!”
“You looked kind of done, Cas. Sorry to say.” Chris said as he put me down on the ground. The simple act of being turned from upside down and back did, of course, not much to improve my drunkenness. In fact, it made it much worse. Not even three seconds passed before I was throwing up while leaning against the wall.
“God, Cassie … why do you do this? Can’t even hold it in … oh Christ …”
“Oy! Is she alright?”” I heard a loud man’s voice roaring towards our company of three. Chris and Caitlin replied that I was fine. That I had just been a bit too thirsty.
“Tell the lass to drink a bit less, alright?” The man’s voice shouted back. My humiliation was complete. The vomiting had caused tears to appear in my eyes, and now that they were there, I thought I might as well begin to cry. And that I did. Apparently, I didn’t stop, even long after Chris and Caitlin had taken me home and tucked me in. I told them I couldn’t remember any of it..
( … )
The following days, I never seemed to have a moment by myself. Caitlin and Chris came and stayed for two days. Megan stayed for one day. Finally, after I’ve been cooped up for so long, not even allowed to take a run, my Mom showed up along with Teddy. It had been an entire four days since I’d seen my son and I burst into tears as my Mom handed him over. The look on her face didn’t help.
“Mom, I can’t … I can’t tell you how grateful I am … heeeey, my baby … heeey, darling …”
I cooed at him with tears streaming down my cheeks and a lump of bad conscience stuck in my throat.
“This is the final time, Cassie. Okay? I love Teddy. I do. More than life itself. But I’m not going to take him while you go out and drink yourself to death. Okay?” My Mom’s voice was breaking, and the weight of everything that I’d done came crashing down upon me. I was a terrible daughter, a terrible mother, a terrible friend, and a terrible person in general. My tears streamed silently down my face as I nodded at her. I clutched Teddy against my shoulder and cherished the feeling of his chubby baby body against my own. My little boy. My greatest love. I am never - NEVER - going to disappoint you again.
My Mom wiped a few tears from her eyes, pulled me in for a hug, kissed Teddy, and turned to leave us.
“I have a date, so I’ll be on my way, darling. Oh, just one thing-”
“Yes?” I struggled to keep a hold on my baby. He wanted to get down to the floor to crawl around, and I just wanted to hold him forever.
“Well, don’t get mad at me for this, okay? … I have … I’ve …”
“Just say it, Mom. It’s okay.”
“Alright. I’m taking Teddy on Monday. I’ve made an appointment with a therapist for you.”
“What? Mom, no, that’s … that’s completely unnecessary. Look at me, I’m fine. The girls and Chris have taken care of me, okay? I haven’t drunk since Friday. I don’t even want to. I’m fine, Mom!”
My Mom’s face shifted slightly. It turned into the strong face of a woman who had simply dealt with too much in her life and was fed up now.
“You obviously have some issues, my darling. Go. See the therapist. If you’re not going -”
“Mom, I hate therapists, okay? This is crazy, I don’t need-”
“You listen to me now, Cassandra!” She raised her voice. I had never heard her voice like that.
“I am NOT going to get a call from the police that they found you dead somewhere. You hear me? Either you go to the therapist, or I’m not going to be in your life anymore. Do you understand? Do you understand, Cassie?”
My mother had never looked angrier or more nervous than she did in this very instant. A chill ran down my spine at the thought of how much worry I’d put her through. Quickly, I nodded, and I had never meant something more in my life.
( … )
December 7th, 2015
“Oy, big boy, come’ere. Come and look at the Santa Claus.”
My Mom’s new boyfriend lifted Teddy up to sit on one of his shoulders, so they could see the Santa that was in town. My boy didn’t care, of course. He was eight months old and didn’t really understand the difference between Santa Claus and his own nose yet.
“You’re a natural. I can’t believe you haven’t got a ton of these.” My Mom sneaked her hand in her boyfriend’s and gave it a tight squeeze. He was in the middle of a horrid divorce back home in London, and their relationship was as secret to everyone. Me as well. I only learned about the guy whenever my Mom would tell me she “had a date”. Today was no exception, and I had thrown a fit at her.
“What the fuck do you mean, Teddy’s going to meet your date? I didn’t get a child so you could parade him around and show him to your dates. Does the guy know anything about babies? Honestly, I-”
“No, you had a baby so you could hand him over to me while drinking yourself senseless. Right?”
“Alright, ouch. You didn’t have to go there, Mom.”
“But I did.” She paused for a second before reassuring me. “I promise you, he’s great with kids. He has a big boy himself. He’s wonderful around children. And you’re going to love him whenever you two meet.”
“Ugh. Just … just take care of my boy, okay?”
“Always, honey. Are you O.K.? You’re looking a bit pale today.”
“Nerves about going to the therapist. I hate it. Don’t give me that face, I am going! Stop it already.” I let out a strained chuckle as I hugged my Mom goodbye.
( … )
“Oh look. He loves the lights, look at that.” My mom’s boyfriend stretched his arms so Teddy could touch the sparkling ornaments on the Christmas tree. My boy giggled and chuckled at the beauty of it all. He was, of course, completely safe in the company of the two, and my worrying had all been for nothing. Nathan was supplying all of the love that my mother needed and had tried to find with my father for so many years. The fact that he was going through a divorce all the while struggling to open a line of pubs in London, was simply something she would have to get through. The day when she would tell me about him was drawing near, but the circumstances made her wait. For now, she was just enjoying the winter, her grandson, and her boyfriend. She needed nothing else than that.
Teddy was sitting in his stroller, wrapped in a warm snowsuit and lots of blankets, as they were walking down the street and back home. My Mom felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and asked Nathan to take the stroller.
“Liz speaking. Hello?”
“Miss … Mitchell? Yes, hello, this is Judy Morrisson. Your daughter’s therapist.”
“Oh? Hasn’t she showed up? Oh, that girl, if she for once just kept her appointments-”
“She did, she did. It’s … I’m sorry that I have to tell you this. But … your daughter … she collapsed while I was consulting her. She-”
“She WHAT?” My Mom’s shrill voice made Nathan stop the stroller abruptly.
“She still had a pulse but didn’t regain consciousness. I called 112 right away. The ambulance picked her up 10 minutes ago.”
“She … I … where is she? Where is my daughter?”
“She’s at the hospital in Killarney. I’d advice you to hurry.”
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baby blues ~ Derek hale
Prompt ~ Derek hears a 3rd heartbeat works out reader is pregnant and goes missing for a while
Pairing ~ Derek hale x reader
Warnings ~ swearing
Story
Life wasn't always easy, after your mother had died your father turned to alcohol to deal with the grief, quickly becoming an alcoholic, drunk and violent he blamed you for his wife's death. You ran away aged 15 and had lived on the streets. So when the Hales offered you a home and the pack became a family you flew at the chance.
For 6 months things had been incredible you and Derek had secretly started dating until Peter and Lydia figured it out but the both agreed to keep your relationship a secret too.
You woke one morning to find Derek wasn't in bed which was unusual, he wasn't in he loft either puzzled thinking where he was, the door bell buzzed breaking you out of your own thoughts as you stood up walking to open it you had a strange feeling something was wrong that you couldn't shake.
Opening the door you saw Lydia smiling at me "shopping trip" she squealed you groan realising you had completely forgotten. After inviting her in getting washed and dressed as she shouted all the places she wanted us to go. Finally getting dressed your went to the living room, "you okay? You look a little pale" Lydia asked. You nod saying yes while writing a note for Derek telling him you had gone out for the day.
Lydia had dragged you into 4 different shops already and it was only just turning midday. Feeling tired and a little sick you both went for dinner, when your [y/f/m] arrived you felt so sick you can't bring yourself to eat it. The smell from the food court was also making you nauseous, a bubbling in your stomach made you jump up and run to the toilet. Lydia followed with all the bags as you finished vomiting. "what's wrong?" She asked looking a little worried with her phone in her hand texting. "don't know something I eat maybe, I feel ill can we go home" you say wiping your face in the mirror.
You returned home with Lydia helping you in to find Peter hale sat on the couch. "you look like crap y/n" he said. "and it's nice to see you to peter" you say with a hint of sarcasm. Peter laughed standing up to hug you "I've missed you little beta" peter said,
Peter was the reason you met Derek and found a home Peter had found you living on the street and bite you to save you dying of pneumonia. You became Peter's beta looking up to him like a big brother.
"is Derek home" you asked with a weak smile. Peter shook his head no "I think he's got something he needs to do he'll be a day or two he told me when he called for me to come here" he said strangely looking you up and down.
Confused to why Derek never told you he was going away for a few days, you went to ask Peter another question but as you opened your mouth you throw up all over the floor. Lydia left leaving you in the hands of Peter she was unsure if it was the right thing to do but she had no choice he was almost pushing her out the door.
It had been almost 3 weeks since you had became sick with no change you was still vomiting all the time and Derek was still gone making you feel worse sick with worry. Both you and Peter had been trying to reach Derek but his phone was off. Peter wanted to take you to Deaton worried about how sick and tired you always was, but being stubborn you refused saying you didn't need a doctor or a vet for a virus, Peter gave in but told you to stay in bed until you was better.
The Pack was starting to worry about Derek, he wouldn't answer his phone or any text messages. No one had seen or heard from him, Scott had called everyone Braeden, Chris argent, Isaac Lahey even Lydia called Aidan but with no luck.
Scott called a meeting at the McCall house after Peter had stopped the pack coming to the loft with you being sick. After Peter had gone out, you got dressed and went to Scott's. Melissa opened the door "their all in the kitchen" she said smiling. Walking in you could hear stiles and Scott talking "we could track his phone maybe get my dad or Parrish to help" stiles said. You chuckled he really was smarter then anybody gave him credit for.
"hi everyone" you started to say but stopped when you saw Peter stood in the corner. He looked mad, the look in his eyes told you what his words didn't "I thought I told you to stay in". Looking at everyone but Peter you sat down ignoring what he'd said. "how you feeling y/n?" Lydia asked you nodded "Im good I've been feeling better the last few days" you lied. You didn't care that you was sick you wanted to help find Derek.
Peter scoffed and snorted, you looked at him with daggers "what Peter, something you want to say?" you snarled at him. "oh the is plenty I want to say" he started. Rolling your eyes (a habit you had picked up from Derek) "well you love to hear yourself talk, so speak!" you demand.
"well first how about you stop lying I heard you vomiting at 6am this morning, and ever morning for the last week, or how about when I tell you to see Deaton your stubborn ass refuses saying your so called virus will go on a few days. well a few days has been and your still sick and I bet you still won't go" now very angry, Peter's eyes glowed blue as he walked out the door.
You ran out after him "okay your right I'm still sick but I think I know why!" peter stopped and came close to you "it's Derek I've been sick since the day he left. He's my mate I think because where apart it's making me ill. So I'm staying and helping you and the pack find him" you told Peter. He smiled knowing it was the first honest thing you had told him in days but couldn't help but huff knowing you was wrong.
He was about to tell you what he knew what he'd heard the first day he came back, what he believed made Derek leave but saw Scott and the rest of the group in the doorway listening and watching you both. " you want to help! You look like shit, stiles could blow on you and you'd hit the floor! You can't help yourself find a glass of water never mind find Derek" he yelled storming out regretting what he'd said but hoped it would make you take a step back. Groaning you turned to face your friends suddenly feeling dizzy, little white dots appeared in your vision, closing your eyes you feel yourself and hit the ground.
Peter was at the car when he heard shouts coming from the McCall house. he watched as Scott ran out with y/n in his arms Melissa and stiles close behind all 3 getting into stiles jeep. He stood confused and worried he walked to the house without taking his eyes of the jeep as it's engine hummed to life. Lydia ran out the door almost bumping into Peter "what's happened to y/n" he asked the banshee with nothing but concern. "she collapsed I'll explain let's get to the hospital" she said hurrying Peter to his car the drove to the vets to pick up Deaton and then headed to beacon hills memorial.
At the hospital Melissa got a gurney and rushed you into a room one of her Co workers asking why she was in early "my sons friend collapsed" she said rushing past the nurses station. She had begun tests by the time Peter Lydia and Kira had arrived also placing y/n on a drip to give her fluids. Melissa walked in happy to see you now awake, looking at your results "well I've finished you blood tests and I know why you fainted, your" Melissa started. Peter and the others was walking into the room as Melissa spoke "pregnant" both Melissa and Peter said together.
The whole room let out a simultaneous gasp, then a silence most thinking the same thing who is the father some turning to look at Peter.
Deaton and Melissa where both looking over your medical notes, "no! No! I'm not pregnant I've just sick I have a bug or something, I can't be pregnant" you started to say. "may I?" Deaton asked with a gesture to examine you. Nodding you watched stiles gave Peter a devil stair. "your definitely pregnant about 4 weeks I'd say" the vet said feeling your stomach, as he pushed you felt something inside you hit (well kick) back against his hand. Everyone watched as doctor
Deaton carried on poking and pushing you, listening to you stomach. "looks like it's a little wolf too but it doesn't explain why your so sick" he said calmly looking at Peter. He was still looking you over shining lights in your eyes. You was trying to wrap your head around it "I'm giving birth to a werewolf in 8 months" you whispered to yourself but Deaton heard you "months no! Your a werewolf your baby is one too, your going to give birth in around 5-8 weeks" he smiled at you "what weeks" stiles asked "yes wolf pregnancy is only 9-12 weeks y/n is already 4 weeks so about 2 months left" the vet chucked.
Peter stood in the corner with a smirk "the is going to be a new wolf in the family" he giggled amused. "so you are sleeping with her?" stiles said, he looked like he was about to charge at Peter "what, no" peter looked at stiles like he'd said the most stupidest or disgusting thing ever. "It's Derek's isn't? " Scott asks looking directly at you. Still with your head in your hands you sigh nodding before looking at your friend "how did you know" your quietly say. "I heard you and Peter arguing in my hallway you said you think your sick because Derek was gone your his mate". You roll your eyes knowing now you have to explain to the pack how you was Derek's girlfriend not just Peter's homeless beta like they all thought.
"what?" Deaton asked although he'd heard clearly what Scott had said. Before anyone could answer you started throwing up again. Melissa kicked everyone out of your room as she helped you.
After a few minutes Deaton also followed the group out. He looked puzzled walking over to peter "how long has she been like this?" he asked "about 2 or 3 weeks I think" peter answered Deaton hummed "and is she eating normally? How is she sleeping?" peter rolled his eyes with the vets questions "as far as I know and I'm not her keeper by the way no she's not sleeping barely 3 hours a night, only sleeping when she's too exhausted to stay awake. But yes she's eating, okay she my be vomiting it back up a few hours later"
Deaton continued to asked questions about when you getting sick, what was you doing before you was sick until he had all the answers he needed. he asked Scott to go the vet clinic with him while "so what wrong with her?" Peter asked "I'm not sure I have 2 thoughts but I think getting Derek back can be good idea" leaving Peter annoyed and confused. He walked in to find y/n asleep Melissa looked at him whispering "I've given her something like doctor Deaton told me you can stay as long as you don't wake her" peter nodded texting Derek after his phone rang out
Y/n is in hospital and really sick, she's also pregnant, or did you already know is that why you ran off call me Derek when you get this I don't like being kept in the dark - Peter
Peter put his phone on the bed watching his beta and only real friend, he never wanted or thought she'd be a friend when he first met her. She was only a pawn to him someone to do his bidding or a scapegoat if any of them got caught, but after a few short weeks the was something about her loyalty and personality, stubbornness and determination Peter liked and quickly y/n became family.
Lydia tapped on the door "do you want to go for a coffee" she asked him, Peter nodded getting up following the redhead. The pair chatted over coffee "Scott's sent Malia, stiles and Liam to find Derek" she sweetly said Peter laughed "I don't have much faith in that plan or combination" Lydia could clearly see the worry in his facial expressions and body language asks did he want to go back to y/n room.
You woke to find an empty room, feeling sick but not as bad as you had been feeling the past few weeks. You felt a buzz on the bottom of your bed seeing Peter's phone you pick it up, the was a message from Scott saying he was on his way back. Peter walked in delight to see you now up but froze when he saw the look of thunder on your face. "y/n what's wrong?" He asked in a very weary tone, you didn't answer but stood up finding you shoes putting them on without a speaking a word before walking to the door. Peter was about to stop you holding out his arm opening his mouth to speak, "don't you dare" you say pushing his phone hard into his chest, before walking out the door.
Lydia looked at Peter with the same confused expression he wore, looking at his phone screen Peter saw what you had, the text to Derek "shit" he roared running out after you.
Peter finally court up with you in the parking lot, "y/n please let me explain" peter walked slowly towards you Lydia not far behind him. "explain what Peter, how you knew Derek had ran off and you didn't tell me, I thought I could trust you after the crap I got from the pack about how bad and evil you was, I truly believed you was honest with me" you started to sob wiping a stray tear from you face.
Peter really didn't know what to say to you he rubbed the back if his neck looking down, with his lack of explanation you took a deep breath composing yourself again heading to the car "oh how did you know I was pregnant?" you asked Peter your voice was mean and cold, he looked up "same way I think Derek knows I heard it's heart beating since the day I moved back, when you gave me a hug before you threw up all over my shoes." he answered with a small hint of a smile.
Doing the math in your head it had almost been 3 weeks and he hadn't told you more annoyed then before you got in the car, Lydia went to call after you but Peter stopped her " let her go you don't approach a pissed off pregnant wolf unless you have a death wish" he warned. Once in the car you angrily reversed very close to peter, "follow me and I will kill you" you threatened your alpha before speeding out of the car park.
Peter stood dumbfounded trying to think of a way to apologise or fix his mess and keep you from making yourself more ill. Scott and stiles pulled up minutes after y/n had left "where is she?" they asked, Lydia had filled them both in on everything they had missed. "What did Deaton say" Lydia asked "he's not sure but the is a type of virus it's thinks it could be but he also thinks it's a parting thing like when wolf mates are apart they can cause a physical illness to occur and with y/n being pregnant her hormones are making it worse we need to find Derek and y/n" Scott told them "so you think y/n is at the loft" stiles asked Peter, "she's got nowhere else to go" peter said sad. "well one of us needs to go and make sure she's okay" Lydia said, peter and Scott both looked at stiles,
"what me why?" He asked nervous "me and Scott are werewolf and both alphas y/n we see us as a threat, Lydia you will over analyse things piss y/n off and get the brunt of her anger. Stiles your the best option we have" peter told them thinking he'd never say those words. Scott went to find Liam and the others to see if the is any sign Derek yet Lydia ran after him saying she'll help. They all said there goodbyes heading off in different directions.
Peter knew you better than anyone else, he also knew if he had returned to the loft he probably wouldn't leave alive, so he sent stiles to keep an eye on you. Stiles entered the loft to find you crying into Derek's pillow. He hugged you trying to calm you down Deaton words fresh in his mind "stiles no matter what happens keep y/n calm so the baby doesn't get stressed". Stiles got you a drink and with a sad smile finally asked the one question he didn't want to ask but had nothing else to say, "you okay" you glared at him "sorry stupid question" he said putting his head down. You felt bad he only wanted to know how you was, it was the Hales you were angry at not stiles you thought "I could be better but thanks for being here" you said back making him smile.
"you and sour wolf eh" he said pointing at your stomach. The thought made you feel sick again and start to cry "why would he do this run off leaving me alone with his baby". Stiles held you close "maybe he doesn't know and Peter got it wrong" he told you trying to make you feel better. But you knew Derek if he hadn't left you then he would of called by now.
Peter not risking going back to the loft had nowhere to stay until he felt enough time had pasted for y/n to calm down. He decided to take a walk through the woods, something about the smell of the trees or the damp ground helped clear his mind. After walking for almost an hour it started to rain heavily, looking round to see where he was his old family home was closer then his car, sprinting off he was there in minutes. Opening the unlocked door he went to the burnt house, a noise from another room court his attention. In the living room a small fire was lit in the fireplace, the was creek from a floorboard but Peter didn't look in its direction.
"we've been looking all over for you as far as calling London and Paris to see if anyone had heard from you, yet here you are hiding in the back garden" peter joked as Derek came into view. Derek's face was hardened and frustrated, "what are you doing here Peter" was all Derek said frozen on the spot a few steps away. "Well I'm kind of hiding from your pissed off crazy girlfriend before she kills me over you" he joked again looking at his nephew who didn't look amused.
After a couple of seconds of silence Derek sat down with his head in his hands, "do you know?" Derek said not looking up. Peter let out a loud chuckle then very sarcastically said "everyone knows after y/n was to busy worrying about what had happened to you, she collapsed and ended up in the hospital where Melissa told her and the pack she's pregnant" peter added more of an angry sass to the word pregnant still annoyed his nephew didn't tell him, "how is she now, did she take it okay?"
Derek finally looked up waiting for his answer, " she's okay-ish she's at the loft, stunned at first, then she saw the text I sent you and flipped, she hates me, you and most likely half of the town right now" peter told him. Derek groaned not knowing how or if he could fix all this. "so come on why did you run" peter asked this time normally and calm almost caring. "I didn't run I just needed to think" Derek said defensively "you ran, if your scared its okay" peter said placing his hand on Derek's shoulders rocking him a little.
Derek felt sick knowing he'd hurt y/n "Im not scared the was something I needed to do check out" Derek answered . "what ever you say nephew whatever you say! but you need to go see her though, the vet thinks it's because you've left she's so ill" peter said rolling his eyes at the idea looking at Derek thinking he didn't look to healthy himself. "come on let's get out of here and back home" he said practically pushing Derek out the burnt out hale house.
They got back to Peter's apartment after Derek asked to go there instead of his loft, "so should I call y/n" peter said smirking waving his phone. Derek snatched it from him "no not yet". Peter smirked "so you did run from y/n! why?" He asked laughing, Derek rolled his eyes without answering thinking about the night as Peter correctly said ran from he's loft.
Derek watched the end of the movie y/n had fallen asleep half way through he picked her up, carrying her to bed. He laid next to her, as she snuggled into him. Derek woke up to get a drink downstairs he froze hearing y/n heartbeat his own and then a 3rd. He started looking round the loft quietly calling out for Peter in case he'd come back with saying. When Derek found nothing he went back to his room watching his girlfriend sleep, when heard the other heartbeat again, this time it was loader and coming from y/n. That's when it hit Derek she was pregnant, he paced round in cycles thinking and worrying but the beating was making it hard to focus. Getting dressed Derek went for a run to clear his head and think.
The ringing of Peter's mobile broke Derek from his memory. He looked at the caller ID "stiles, why is stiles calling you?" he asked his uncle. Peter grabbed the phone back answering it without a word to Derek. Peter listened to stiles and his face dropped "what's going on" Derek mouthed "okay we'll be there in 5 minutes" peter said before ending the call. "vets now" was all he said grabbing Derek by his jacket pulling him out the door. They both drove in silence and worried.
At the vets stiles pasted up and down anxious, as he waited. Deaton had instructed stiles on how to sedate you after nervously succeeding he watched as you slept. Peter and Derek ran into the lobby of the vets almost knocking stiles over. Stiles was stunned to see Derek stood there he was about to ask where he'd been but stopped when he saw the look on the sourwolfs face. He looked broken as he watched the love of his life sleeping in the metal table. "What happened?" Peter asked, stiles looked at him now feeling more anxious "well we was chilling in the loft when she said she was going to be sick, only it wasn't sick it was like blood" stiles said glancing over at Derek who was still looking though the small door window like he hadn't heard a word wishing he'd never left for a run.
Peter coughed or him to continue "so after she stopped she said she had bed pains and was vomiting more blood I panicked and brought her here" Peter nodded grabbing the human boy lightly on the shoulder smiling. "you did good stiles thank you" Derek finally spoke. Peter nodded at the door for stiles to go "I'll go out and call Scott back" he said leaving the two wolfs alone.
Peter stood next to him thinking of what to say. Inside the room you woke up but heard Peter, stiles and then Derek talk. Part of you wanted to jump up and scream at Derek for going, but something made you lay still. The pain in your body was bad scrunching your eyes and fists you tried to stay as still as you could. "I'm cursed" you heard Derek say, "what are you talking about" Peter answered. "you asked me why I ran" he said looking at his uncle. "Well your right I got scared, what happened was I heard the baby, I'm guessing like you did, when I went for a run I started thinking about family, everyone I've ever loved has died your in danger" "or is evil" Peter joked trying to lighten the mood.
Derek didn't find the joke funny "I'm serious Peter your the only family I have left, and every time I think I'm happy something happens and disasters strikes" Derek was trying hard not to let the tears he had building up fall. "I'm better off staying far away. what if something happens to y/n or the baby I'd never forgive myself" his voice was trembling now. No matter how mad you had been, after hearing Derek almost crying worrying about the type of father he would be "really looks like staying away is helping" Peter joked. Hearing Derek makes you smile and remember the reasons why you fell in love with him.
Nether peter or Derek herd you get off the table weakly you walked to the door "then you should stay and make nothing dose then happen to us" you smiled at him holding your stomach. Derek took one look at you, the tears rolled down his face as he hugged you tight. "ouch easy pregnant girl in pain here" you joked Peter smirking at you both before he went to see where stiles was.
When Derek let go, you smacked his arm as hard as you could "don't you ever, ever leave me like that again, I don't care of your having doubts you could have told me" you snap at him. Derek nodded with a sulking look "I'm sorry" he said low "you better be and you've still got some making up to do" you smile. He kissed you promising he will. Scott and the vet finally came back Peter moaning about how long they had been. When they walked in they looked at you "you look better" Scott said almost surprised. You stopped to think you had felt better "yeah the colour is really back in your cheeks now" stiles said.
Deaton walked to his table taking a plant out of his bag mixing it up with some other foul smelling liquid. "I know you look better but drink this just in case" he asked as he handed you a Becker with mixture he'd just made. It tasted worse then it smelt "what is that" Derek asked watching you drink in disgust. "it's a an antibiotic mix safe for both mother and the baby but I really do believe the problem was you being missing" he said looking you over like he had in the hospital glancing up at Derek giving him a stern look. "well you don't have to worry about that again I'm not going anywhere from now on" Derek said putting his hand on your stomach for the first time, finally feeling happy he was about to be a dad, "I'll never leave my family again" you smiled at him kissing him.
Soon after Deaton was happy you was well enough to go he have you some vitamins tell you to call back if you felt ill again. With that you, Derek and Peter returned to the loft planing on what names you call your baby.
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Chapter 9: Look At All Those Chickens!
I wake up, still laying on Hoshi’s chest and his arms around me...it’s Sunday! Sundays usually means we have people over and have family time. I jump awake, my siblings don’t know I’m home! I get ready to bolt to my room.
“Hmm? Come back to bed” yawned Hoshi as he rolled onto his side “you were warm and I’m still sleepy.”
“Sorry! I gotta do something on the quicks” I said before taking off at top speed. I manage to evade the doggy and my parents as I dash up the stairs. Finally reaching the pink door, I compose myself before barging in. “WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD!” I scream before slamming myself on top of my little sister.
“The fuck?!-LILI?!” grumpily responded Rosa “it’s too early for this shit!”
“Oh yea? The tickle monster has something to say about that!” I threatened with my fingers wiggling in her face.
“OH PLEASE HAVE MERCY LILI!” screamed Rosa, now wide awake.
“What’s going on here?!” said Oro as he stomped into view of the open room “Some of us enjoy waking up later! Seriously Lili! I don’t care if you’re back YOU ALWAYS DO THIS SHIT!”
“Guys can you keep it down? I wanna sleep more” groggily spoke Iwa as he floated into view, pillow and blanket still on him.
“Aw get in this guys!” I said as I lasso them in for a doggy pile “I miss you guys! dorm life sucks!”
“Oof you got stronger” Oro groaned as he was squished between his twin and older brother “when the hell did you come home?”
“In the middle of the night, like at around 4am” yawned Iwa “I was still up when I heard them come home via portal, dad was crying and shit.”
“Dad cried?” Rosa scowled “that’s concerning, what happened Lili?”
“Well, um” I saw the three of them look at me with their concerned eyes “lets just say Hoshi and I got seriously hurt in a non-training situation.”
“Ugh your explanations suck” Oro groaned “I should’ve just asked Mom.”
“Yea” said the other two.
“Fuck y’all! I’m trying here!” I argue back, which triggered a full blown sibling argument. We didn’t even notice our parents standing the doorway.
“It’s been too quiet around here” Dad whispered “this is more like it.”
Mom chuckles “You miss the Sunday morning screamies?”
“They grow on you after a while, after Lili learned to scream as an infant, I can’t start my days without those screams” he said as the arguing got louder “They sure grow up fast, wish we could keep them little forever.”
“They have to leave at some point Tenya” Mom said as she put her head on his shoulder “we can’t cut their fruits and pack their lunches forever. One day, they’ll want to do that for their kids.” The moment got ruined once the first guttural screech was thrown “Okay, that’s enough! NINOS!”
We stopped and pointed at each other “THEY STARTED IT!”
“I don’t care who started it!” Mom levitated us off the bed “if you’re so rowdy before brunch, then you can rowdy your asses to do some chores before food!”
“AW WACK!” we groaned as got set down on the floor.
“None of that! Come on” Dad responded “I’m going in that bathroom in 20 minutes and it better be clean!”
That got us dashing to our shared bathroom, not only is it huge BUT it’s never completely clean. There’s always hair everywhere, melted hair product bottles, some weird residue on the ceiling and the toilets are in a constant state of broken somehow. Once we got the approval of cleanliness from dad, he let me go with Hoshi while everyone else had to other chores. I rejoined him in the guest room and he looked so confused on why my family is like this. Later we all sat down for bunch, as per Sunday tradition.
“Mom, who’s coming over today?” asked Oro as he stuck his mug out for a second cup of coffee.
“Hm, The Midoriya’s, Mr. Bakugo’s family, Beizu and his mom, aunty Mimi and uncle Jin with Nikita” Mom made her thinking face “and I think that’s everybody, not too many today.”
“Uncle Tensei isn’t coming?” I asked as he always comes over on Sundays.
“Not for a while I’m afraid” Dad said as he poured coffee for Oro “the agency has been picking up on a lot of missions and he’s needed more than usual.”
“Aw, I wanted to see him” I pouted “I’ve been homesick and missing my family since I moved into the dorms.”
“Oh it be like that” Mom empathized with me “but if you want, you can come over on your free weekends. You too Hoshi.”
“You mean it?” Hoshi spoke up as he was cutting up his waffle.
Mom nodded “Of course! You can even bring your dirty laundry to do in peace here” she nudged dad “remember all the dorm laundry room antics?!”
Dad chuckled “How could I forget?! The underwear fight of second year was a disaster!”
“Why didn’t you say anything Dad? Weren’t you the class rep?” I scowled.
“Yes but I was pelted with underwear too!” he chopped his hands “I had to call your mom to put a stop to everything, but then she joined in and I just laid on the floor to rethink my life choices.”
We laughed and ate some more before we had to do some more chores. Mom went to the store with Mimi and Jin to pick up some last minute items. Since my hands still hurt, dad just let me rest on the hammock while he picked oranges.
“Dad, can I ask you something?” I broke the silence “about you and mom?”
“Hm? What do you want to know?” he responded while picking an orange.
“When you were living in the dorms, were you attached to mom?” I shifted to lay on my side, facing him “like, did you constantly check in on her or made up excuses to visit their room?”
He stopped reaching for oranges and turned to look at me “Yes I did, even when she moved into the proper dorms” he chuckled softly “I was so nosey and up in her business that it got her mad all the time! Though, a couple times I’ve crossed the line and made her cry. But all I wanted to do was let her know I was there for her and that she was safe.” He set the nearly full basket of oranges down and sat on the step stool “I did it out of love, I didn’t know it was at first but when I’d go above and beyond for the simplest of things, that’s when I knew. When we’d spend time alone together, I’d hold her in my arms and she’d tell me they feel like home. And when she hugs me, I don’t want her to let go! Her embrace felt like a mother’s love and her laughter warms my heart.” He takes off his glasses to wipe them down “but not everything was nice and sweet, there would be days where she’d shut everyone out. She’d disappear for hours or days at a time, and I would worry myself sick. Agent training often had her body covered in injuries and of course she wouldn’t let me tend to them or help her.” the sound of my siblings dragging out chairs startled us “There was one time where I got her so mad, she yelled at me when I tried to stop her from leaving the dorms. She teleported off and hours later ran into trouble” his voice cracked “she nearly died that night if she didn’t call for help. I carried her bleeding and limp body to the hospital, begging her to wake up and for the staff to save her. That was the scariest night of my life, all of that could’ve been avoided if I didn’t step in the beginning.” he reached for an orange and started peeling it “she later apologized to me that it was her fault but I took all the blame, because it was truly my fault. Later that year I found out she was dating Mr. Hitoshi and it broke my heart, I loved her first and did so much to get her attention, it wasn’t fair. And right before graduation, I fought with her to the point that I broke our friendship off. After our graduation ceremony, she wished me well and all I did was tell her I don’t want to see or talk to her ever again. What a stupid thing to do because then I lost all contact with her for years, and the stupidest thing of all... I missed her immediately and never stopped thinking about her, worried myself sick if she was okay. Years of that Lili! And yet, when I saw her again, she forgave me and still wanted to be friends. I honestly don’t deserve your mom” he put the peeled orange in my hand “my constant nagging in the dorms escalated into spending the rest of my life with her and building the family we always wanted.”
“You wanted all that?” I said pointing at Oro laughing at Rosa getting the fire burps as Iwa aggressively sweeps the patio in the background.
Dad laughed “Yes, we wanted a big, chaotic family” he turned to face me again “you remind me so much of her.”
I sniffed the orange “How?”
“You speak your mind, extremely talented, expressive, funny, stands up for what they believe in” he stands up “super caring, a little dense and brave.”
I watch him walk away with the basket of oranges back inside the house. That got me thinking that maybe I am repeating my parent’s love story, but I’m playing the role of my dad, ew.
“Is there room for another?” asked Hoshi as they walked up to me.
“Get in here” I scooted to make room for them “this baby can support all of my siblings in one go.”
He laughed as he nestled into the hammock “I bet that’s a story to tell!”
“Not really, my siblings and I like to swing here and eat oranges every now and then” I recalled “its just our thing, since we moved in this house.”
Mom pops into the backyard “Iwata, Tensei? Can you help me bring in the groceries?” the boys run in the house to help.
“Wait, their names aren’t Iwee and Oro?” asked Hoshi confused.
I laughed “No, Iwee is just a cutesy shorten version of his name that I call him, Tensei is Oro’s first name. My dad named him after his brother, so to not confuse the two during family gatherings, we call him Oro.”
“Oh that makes sense!” He turned to me “does everyone call you Lili?”
“For the most part, my mom and grandparents on my mom’s side call me Perla” I spilt the orange in half “sometimes Maru and the other kids I grew up with call me Perla when I’m acting up.”
He takes the half orange I offered him “How was that like?”
“I never really clicked with them, there’s 2 girls out of the 7 in the group that I grew up with” I sighed “all they wanna do is either be like their hero parents or be granddaddy’s favorite for the inheritance.”
“Yikes, I see why you don’t click with them.”
“Yea, I kinda wish I had friends within my age group like my siblings” on cue, Iwa’s friend Beizu rolls in the backyard and waves at me “see? that’s Iwa’s best friend since birth, and my aunty Mimi’s daughter is best friends with the twins.” I wave back “Hi Bei! How’s school going?”
“You know...I hate it” he giggled “How’s hero school?”
“Oh you already know...I hate it!” We laughed before he dipped back into the house to find Iwa “Don’t tell anybody, but Iwa and Beizu are my favorites. Those boys are always on their schemes but are the sweetest, wholesome boys.”
Soon, everyone else rolled in and mom got the table grill ready. Mom would tell me about the Sunday backyard carne asadas her family would throw to gather everyone for family time. Now we have something similar but readjusted for asian pallets, we have backyard yakiniku now. She says it’s way easier since she doesn’t have to cook the meat and everyone helps themselves. I love an innovative queen.
“That pork belly looks divine!” drooled Hoshi as we looked over what we wanted first “and who made that mountain of fried rice?! It looks yummy too!”
“I made it!” perked up uncle Jin “cooked it 20 mins ago in my backyard wok, so it’s fresh and can feed everyone.”
I leaned into Hoshi’s ear to whisper “You can see it from my bedroom window! It’s so cool and it’s just there in his backyard!”
“Please! Eat all the fried rice you want!” Jin said as he served us “get some now before the red haired one eats half of this mountain.”
I look over to the Bakugo-Kirishimas, the blonde one and my mom have the strangest friendship. But their hot headedness and crudeness mesh so well! As for the red haired one, he loves my mom’s cooking and ‘manliness’....whatever the fuck that means. Their kids, Elise and Katashi, are just mirrors of their parents and it scares me. Next to them are the Midoriyas, I love the mother, the father and the two boys... broccoli man and his brussel sprout boys. Then there’s Beizu and his mom, Mei. Mom and Mei worked on some things together in high school for the intel program, and when Mom started her company, she hired Mei. At first it was to help Mei get some employment has she was having trouble being a permanent anywhere. After a while and coming out with innovative gadgetry, mom kept her as her floor supervisor and creative. As for Beizu, he’s a month older than my brother and a very good friend to all. Mom says he’s like his father but he tragically passed away in an accident, I don’t remember much of him since I was so young. Mom doesn’t like talking about the accident, all I know is that his dad’s name was also Beizu and he was one of the first people Mom hired. In a weird twist, Mei and my aunty Mimi are cousins! Mimi’s mom was Mei’s aunt on her father’s side, making Beizu Mimi’s nephew! So he can say ‘aunt Mimi’ and it’s true...lucky him.
“Have some pickled beets boy!” aunty Mimi said as she served us “they go well with the meats.”
“Thanks aunty!” I chirped as she piled on the beets on my plate “I love her pickled beets!”
“It’s true! When she was just a babushka, she’d eat up all the beets and ask me for more” Mimi heartily laughed “now I make plenty so there’s enough to go around.”
“Oh? Thank you!” Hoshi said politely “It’s so weird being surrounded with families like this. You’re all interconnected in one way or another, makes me wish my dad wasn’t so gross to your mom so I could’ve had this with you.”
“Have what?” I asked as I flipped my meats.
“This quality time with friends and family” he reached for his meats to grill “growing up with you, it was just my brothers and dad for so long that I forget that most families have these things.” He smiled at me “I’m happy that you’ve included me, even if the circumstances aren’t the best right now.”
“Hey! Don’t sweat it!” I nudged him before reaching for my perfectly cooked meats “if my mom includes you, you’re family. That’s the highest honor my mom can give, plus she’s picky on who she considers family.”
“Would you two like a hard lemonade?” my mom offered us “since you two had your first drink already, you can have some at the Sunday yakiniku.”
“Yes please!” Hoshi and I chirped as we held our hands out for the drink.
“What? Since when?” Maru asked.
“Didn’t they tell you? They got invited to an intel kickback” mom answered as she opened the bottles for us “oh my baby is growing up so fast!”
“No fair! Elise and I have been trying to get invited to one since we started going to UA!” Maru complained “what did you guys do? Helped with their english homework?!”
“We just got a little too close to the marked grass and said I’m Agent 19 daughter” I shrugged “after that, they were nice to us and invited us to the kickback.”
“Yea, they call us the Royal Children” Hoshi snickered “good kids, they know how to host a party!”
“But we’re cooler!” Maru huffed
“No, I’M cooler” Elise was quick to correct “you’re that dude with hero merch everything, aka a NERD!”
“GOOD ONE ELISE!” Mom hollered and laughed.
“THAT’S MY GIRL!” Mr. Bakugo yelled proudly “they grow up so fast!”
“It’s okay son” Deku patted Maru on the head “you’ll get used to it.”
“Says the guy that had an All Might body pillow!” Mom roasted.
“Says the guy that almost named his son All Might!” Mr. Bakugo roasted, leaving no time to breathe.
“Says the girl that....umm” Deku tried to roast back.
“Please, just don’t Izuku” Dad sighed as he gave a firm chop “Ita won’t hesitate to annihilate you and you know how devastating those two are.”
“Just once! I want to have the upper-hand here” Deku sighed in defeat.
“You want a hug?” asked his wife with open arms.
“Yea” he nodded before hugging his wife “you don’t think my All Might body pillow is weird right?”
“Oh Izuku...I think it’s mega weird and kinda of wish it didn’t have to be on our bed” she roasted lightly “but it makes you so happy, so I tolerate it.”
“That’s true love right there” Hoshi commented “I don’t think I’ll be able to keep it together if my partner had a character pillow.”
“Same” I chimed in. Everyone was in the backyard for the most part, but Hoshi and I went to my room after we ate. I wanted to show him the giant wok in uncle Jin’s backyard but we caught a sight of something else. Maru and Elise were kissing in the side area under my window. “Wow, I knew they’d end up together.”
“Really?” whispered Hoshi.
“Yea, Elise always had a crush on Maru” I giggled “she just showed it in the form of teasing and aggressive affection, just like her hot-headed dad.” They were really going at it to the point that is was kind of not cute, so I looked away “very aggressive, but Elise is one of the girls I sort of clicked with. She’s really nice to me and acted like a big sister to me when the other boys were being jerks. We never fought over anything and I guess we just bonded over being the oldest.”
“She does seem like a nice person but that boy, he really babies you” Hoshi stepped away from the window “Like, he seems ideal and focused all his attention and energy on you, why don’t you like him?”
“To be honest, I don’t like people that don’t let me do my thing” I thought hard about my next sentence “it’s hard to explain, but I want to do things without being fussed over. I guess if I am considering dating, I want someone who’ll want to do all of my favorite things with me and won’t be possessive or act like a parent to me. I don’t belong to anybody and I don’t owe anybody anything!” The sound of my mother’s laugher from the backyard interrupted me “I want what my mom found in my dad, she did her thing as my dad supported her through everything. And my mom did the same for him, they’re two drastically different people and they took time to make it work.”
“I wish I knew how my parents dynamic was like” he sat on the bed “all I remember is how affectionate my mom was to my dad. They married then had my oldest brother the same year. He’d probably tell me more about it, I miss him.”
That made me think “How were things after your mom died? If you don’t mind sharing.”
“Things were a mess at first, it was hard on my dad to work and care for 3 kids. He’d lose his temper and just be stressed out all the time.” he sighed sadly “He wouldn’t know how to care for me, being so young and the only female in the house. His attitude toward me changed completely when my quirk appeared, I didn’t have toys or spent time playing with my brothers anymore. My dad replaced all that with training equipment and strict regimes. I think my dad did it as coping with the loss and being unable to manage the house the way he wanted it” he looked at my side table “it made him so happy that I had this perfected version of his quirk, like it was the light out of all this tragedy.”
“What about your brothers? Don’t they have quirks?”
“What? Didn’t I tell you?” His eyes lit up “WAIT I DIDN’T! I told Toei-kun! My brothers don’t have quirks. My mom is a third generation quirk inheritor, and with my dad, it’s not unlikely that their children would be quirkless.”
“No way! What’s you mom’s quirk?”
“She had Enhancement, she could strengthen or improve the quality/endurance of anything by just touching it” he smiled and laughed “I thought she was magic, she’d do the most before enhancing something, just to make me smile. Life was so fun and exciting with her, everyone loves her and her infectious smile... I wonder what she’d think of me now.”
I sat next to him “Well, she’d be proud of you. Because you managed to find and live your truth. And you made it this far in hero training, you made at least one friend and you’re safe...I’d say that’s something to be proud of!”
He ruffled my hair “Oh yea? Are you one of them?”
“I hope so!” I laughed, relishing in his touch “I don’t let just anybody touch my hair.”
He look his hand off and I put it back “Silly! You like it when I mess up your hair?”
“Only you, nobody else!” I huffed as he resumed running his hand through my hair. I closed my eyes, fully blissed out on his touch and how it soft his fingers raked through my curly hair. I wonder if this is why dogs and cats like to get pet to the point of begging? My family just pets the robo doggy because they like to be treated like a house pet but they don’t feel anything. Mom says we can’t have a real dog because we won’t be emotionally prepared when the dog eventually gets old or gets sick and dies. My siblings and I started crying at the thought, so we never asked for a real pet ever again. Wait- why am I thinking about that? I open my eyes “hehe my mind wandered for a moment there.”
“It looks like it” he chuckled “you make the cutest faces when you’re in deep thought.”
Theres those feelings again! The rest of the night I rode on that compliment high, it made me a little self conscience if it was obvious. Luckily nobody asked.
“Hey Lili can I ask you a question?” blurted Oro the moment Hoshi got in the shower.
Oh crap “Uh sure, ask away.”
“Why are you sleeping with your friend in the guest room?” he asked “You have your own room.”
“Well, I-”
“Let me ask you something Tensei” mom butted in “where do you sleep when you have a friend sleepover?”
“With them- OH!” Oro facepalmed himself “geez I’m dumb and I was caught lackin’! Heh sorry for asking Lili.”
“It’s no big chief!” I pat his head and watch him walk to his room. I turn to mom “Thanks for swooping in mom.”
“No problem! I did the same thing you know” she responded as she put dishes away “I’m over protective of my friends, Mimi and Jin have shared a bed with me when I wasn’t in my best mental state to be left alone. And I’ve crawled into Jin’s bed to keep him from freezing to death a few times when we were in high school, I’ve cuddled with Mimi to sleep when she’d get heartbroken.” She closes the cabinet “you have the same type of caring nature, if you care, you REALLY care and you’ll express it.”
“I just really don’t want him to be alone” I put the serving bowls away “didn’t think of it like that.” I close the cabinet and stand up “But I like how you put it! It makes more sense than my big sister senses were tingling.”
Mom started laughing “I like that one better! You’re so funny Lili!”
I laughed with her but then I had an intrusive thought “Wait, mom...what are they going to do with us when we go back to school? He’s the victim and I called for help, that’s not basis for us to get punishment is it?”
Mom took a deep breath to refocus “I know for sure those assailants are going to be tried like adults and revoked of their hero licenses. In terms of you two, for a few months you’ll be under watch for any further attacks now that it’s public knowledge at Hoshi is trans and you fought on school ground in relation of the attack.” She turned around to give her complete attention “you two can’t leave without a chaperone and have to share a dorm for the rest of your dorm days.”
“What? We can’t go to downtown on free days?” I was crushed by this “and we have to share a dorm! Those rooms are already so small!”
“I know but I’m afraid the school is going to play the ‘bio gender’ card for that. Since the girls side is already filled and putting him alone on the next available floor is counter-productive” she put her hands on my shoulders “I proposed that you two share a room since you have to be monitored too plus, you’re friends so it was the easier choice.”
I got a little mad “When the fuck were you going to tell us this?!”
“On the way back to the school” she shamefully admitted “because I know you’d get mad and argue back.”
“Yes I’m mad! Mom what the fuck?!” I raised my voice “I love you but damn you really licked the boot on this one!”
“Mom licked the boot?” Iwa perked up from the living room couch.
“I heard something about a boot getting licked and that mom did it” Rosa said strolling down the stairs.
“Yo who’s boot got licked?” Oro teleported in.
Mom rubbed her forehead “I didn’t lick the boot!”
“She licked the school’s boot!” I screamed, the others gasped “and mom was going to tell me at the last possible second!”
“Oof with a stunt like that, sounds like boot licking activity” Iwa sneered “you thought you earned a ‘W’ but it’s just a big fat ‘L’!”
“It’s not an L for anyone!” Mom was fighting back.
“What’s going on here?!” Dad walked in from the backyard.
“MOM LICKED THE BOOT!” my siblings and I yelled as we pointed to our mom.
“Kids, stop picking on your mom” he sighed as he walked to my mom’s side “she always has the best interest at heart and fights the good fight. Be gracious that knows how to work the system or the system would’ve played you.” He picked up mom and slung her on his shoulder “Now if you don’t mind, everyone get ready for bed! The lot of you have school tomorrow, no more panic running to school so get to bed NOW!”
The younger ones scurried to their rooms, mom laughed “GOD I love it when you take control!”
“I know you do” he smacks her ass “come on love, you have to unwind and sleep early too.”
I watch the two walk up to their room and I gag a little “Ugh wish I could unsee that.”
“It was kinda of cute” Hoshi said at the archway of the hallway “your parents are serious couple goals.”
I agreed but it’s still cringe to look at. I did my nightly routine and crawled into bed with Hoshi, head on his un-bindered chest. His hand on the back of my head, stroking my hair, so comforting. I looked up at his face to see him looking straight up at the ceiling.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Hm? You’re not asleep yet?”
“Nah”
“Well, I’m thinking about how things are going to change now.”
“Like what?”
“Like how my secret isn’t a secret anymore. I’m sure everyone in class knows by now, can’t help but to think how they’ll treat me when we come back.”
“They can either accept you or be ignorant! I’d fight off transphobic people for you in heartbeat if they try it!”
“I’m so thankful for you Lili, you make it seem like I don’t have to go through life alone anymore.”
I heard him dose off to sleep and those words reached my soul. But how to describe this feeling? It’s different but it feels right...I should just shut off my brain and go to sleep, it’s 11pm!
-Chapter 9, End-
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#bnha#mha#self insert au#book 2 chapter 9#not canon#will update regularly#ask me anything#//Palma-sama Speaks#a nice family episode that ties in the past with future chapters/book#also...the sibling dynamic! It's just a bunch of screaming and roasting#it's a lil hard to describe the house but just know it's big but not mansion big#yall really like Hoshi and are begging for a character sheet for them! So next post will be that :3 bc I love yall#AN UPDATE! Lil hiatus on updates until the end of the month bc I have a major assignment due and it's a short story. Its too much to do both
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