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whumpapalooza · 2 years

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Ooh, can I submit another ask? I just noticed "The patient has left the building" on Bad Things Happen Bingo and that reeeallly caught my eye!

Am a big fan of patients escaping tropes!

PROMPT: the patient has left the building CHARACTER: Glen Ptahfi (Space Intern ocs)

Of course you can submit another ask!! This is not the only time you'll see this trope from me, my friend. I am also a big fan! Thanks so much for the submission!

And, as always, thanks to @badthingshappenbingo for the card!

(Space Interns Masterpost)

(Rudi’s Bad Things Happen Bingo Card)

After the mission was over and the medicine kicked in, Slipper kicked Blare out of Med Bay and instructed Glen to rest.

Glen leaned his head back on the soft Med Bay pillow. He closed his eyes. For nearly an hour, Glen was still, quiet, and peaceful – but he didn’t fall asleep. He took some deep breaths, but didn’t fall asleep. He counted backwards from 600, but he didn’t fall asleep.

Glen opened his eyes. He looked down at his hand and flexed his fingers.

The medicine that Slipper had given him was working. He felt no pain. His mind was a gooey slime pit. He couldn’t even remember why he’d been given the medicine in the first place, but he knew he was exhausted. So why couldn’t he sleep?

Glen turned on his side. He readjusted himself until he felt comfortable, and closed his eyes again. His face pressed against the pillow; Glen could hear his own heartbeat and feel his own breaths warm against his cheek. It’s kind of creepy, he thought.

Glen’s breathing should have been a natural lullaby. But for some reason, Glen heard his heart beat faster and faster with every inhale. A strange sensation trickled through his chest, and Glen felt tears prick the backs of his eyelids.

Glen’s eyes snapped open. What was that? He sat up. I feel…weird. His vision blurred with tears. His muscles were tense, and his mind was racing – but only one thought was powerful enough to make it past Slipper’s medicine.

I have to get out of here.

Glen swung his legs over the side of the bed. His bare feet touched the warm floors of Aegis, and he stood. He swayed, steadied himself, and made for the door.

On the other side, Slipper stood at his desk with his back to Glen. Blood roared in Glen’s ears.

But Slipper’s my friend, Glen thought. I’m safe.

Still, a defiant flare burned in Glen’s chest. I have to get out of here!

Glen sidled against the wall, his feet barely lifting from the floor, until he reached the hallway. He turned his back on Med Bay and started walking briskly down the hall. He passed Brando’s lab and walked a little faster. He passed Tabby’s lab, and then he broke into a run until he made it to the double doors that led to the tractor beam bay.

Glen wasn’t wearing his uniform, so the doors didn’t open automatically. He quickly tapped the code onto the keypad. The doors finally parted, and Glen rushed between them before they’d opened all the way. They closed behind him.

Glen looked around, his thoughts still slime-slow. He just kept thinking, I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here.

Glen’s eyes landed on the tractor beam console. His feet started to take him toward it. His fingers itched with coordinates that his mind wasn’t fast enough to recognize. I’m going to get out of here, he thought.

He tripped on the second stair up, but Glen made it up to the console and stared down at the desk. His hand hovered over the hand sensor in the center of the console when he heard a whir.

Glen lifted his head to see Slipper and Blare standing in the doorway.

“Glen, what are you doing?” Blare asked.

Glen’s mind felt less like slime now. Instead, it felt like something gelatinous being jostled back and forth. His mind was racing, but nothing made sense – except that one thought.

“I have to get out of here,” Glen said in a pleading tone.

“Yes, and back to Medical Bay,” Slipper replied.

“What he means,” Blare said, stepping forward, “is that you really shouldn’t be going anywhere right now.”

“I have to get out of here,” Glen repeated, softer.

“We’ll get you out of here, okay?” Blare soothed. “Wherever you need to go, we’ll go. Just…come with us so we can make sure you’re okay, first.”

Glen looked between the pair. They’re my friends. I can trust them.

But…I have to get out of here. I have to. I’m not going to – I’m not going to –

“I’m not going to die here!” Glen shouted.

His words were followed by nothing but his own heavy breathing; Blare and Slipper were stunned. Finally, Blare said, somewhat confused, “You’re safe, Glen.”

Glen shook his head. “No.” He looked back down at the desk and initiated the console. He heard Blare faintly telling him to stop. “No, I have to get out of here.”

I just have to get out of here, and then…

Glen’s hand hovered over the coordinate pad.

And then…

His fingers were trembling too hard for him to tap any one key.

…Then what?

Glen blinked.

He looked up. His eyes met with Slipper’s, then Blare’s. His thoughts felt fluid, quick. He felt like himself. “Blare?” he said quietly.

Blare’s eyes lit up. She and Slipper both rushed up to the console while Glen looked down at his hand and realized what he was doing. He withdrew his hand and took a step back, but his knee was too weak to support him.

Slipper gripped Glen’s arm and pulled him up before he could hit the floor. Glen looked up at him in alarm. “What’s…” He trailed off, suddenly too tired to finish the question.

Blare lifted Glen by the other arm. “C’mon,” she said to Slipper. “The bench.”

Together, the two hoisted Glen up and onto the console’s bench. Blare sat beside him while Slipper started examining him.

“State your name.”

He did.

“What year were you born?”

He answered.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

Glen’s memories felt like pictures drawn in sand. “I don’t know why I’m here,” he admitted. “I just felt like – overwhelming panic. I couldn’t think straight. I was…so scared.”

Slipper and Blare exchanged a glance. Slipper’s nostrils flared as he looked back at Glen. “Your serotonin levels have dropped precipitously,” he remarked.

“You don’t seem surprised,” Blare said. “Is this normal?”

Slipper turned his head to meet Blare’s eye. “Remember, Remorial hasn’t been tested,” he said. “All non-tested drugs have non-recorded side effects.”

Glen furrowed his brow. What was Slipper saying?

“So, how long before it’s all out of his system?” Blare asked. “That’s when the side effects will stop, right?”

“Sometimes side effects linger,” Slipper said, “but the Remorial barely functioned for the time it did. I doubt its side effects will last longer than a day, maybe two.”

“Until then, we can take turns keeping him company,” Blare suggested.

Slipper dipped his head. “That would be wise.”

“What are you talking about?” Glen asked.

Slipper’s voice was patient, but Glen had the strangest feeling that he was repeating himself. “You’re having a reaction to your exposure to the drug Remorial,” Slipper said.

Glen tilted his head. “Remorial…?”

Blare tilted her head. “You don’t remember?” she asked. “You –“

“We can explain everything to you,” Slipper said, “but first we’re returning you to Medical Bay.”

Glen let the pair pull him to his feet. They threw their arms over his shoulders and started to shuffle him across the floor.

And when Glen was finally settled back in his bed in Med Bay, he wasn’t alone; Blare took the first shift at his bedside.

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chomesuke · 7 months

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HELL FUCKIN YEAH I DID IT AFTER SO LONG AFTER SO MUCH EFFORT YES I AM THE SOLDIER LEGEND

#max level! finished dmw! full buster sword proficiency! full genji set! every mission complete INCLUDING MINERVA!#in the end so long as i had some decent equipment minerva was easy to defeat too #now all i need to do is actually finish the game. genesis is going to go down so easily.#it didn't actually take me 70 hours btw i just kept pausing to go do other stuff. sometimes for hours.#felt like it took that long though

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gsminerva · 1 year

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Raffle prize for BlackStarWolf100 on Deviantart

#Ground Spirit Minerva #Raffle #Raffle art #raffle prize #raffle prize art #Boku No Hero #Boku no hero academia #my hero academia #world heroes mission #deku #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #deku midoriya #midoriya deku #bnha #mha

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rosebudfics · 5 months

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Professor!reader and severus being married but hiding it from the students, bc they dont want the gossip and are just private people in general BUT one day sev forgets to take off his wedding ring and the golden trio go on this whole mission to find out who hes married to; completely freaking out when it turns out hes with reader cause theyre complete opposites while teaching

(Sorry if this is too long or doesnt make sense :^ i had this scenario in my head for some time lol)

Secret Lovers

Severus Snape x Professor! Reader

Warnings: use of the name "git" a lot lol, reader is the astronomy teacher but you can swap it out for any class, Snape smacks Ron and Harry

A/N: I LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH OMG!?!?!?! also this isnt really set in any specific year but its more leaning towards where theyre older since snape you know.. hits ron and harry over the head and harry has the map <3

You and Severus had managed to keep your relationship secret for a couple years now, with the exception of only Minerva and Dumbledore knowing.

Why does anyone else need to know anyway? It was none of their business!

So one regular morning when you and Sev were getting ready for the day in the early hours of the morning, he had somehow forgotten to take his golden band off. You both would usually keep them in a little ring box at home so they were hidden but safe and put them back on at night, but today Severus had just forgotten to take it off.

You would bid your goodbyes at home before you left together, getting one last kiss in before heading back to Hogwarts, then Severus would put his usual cold face back on.

You both headed to your classrooms like normal, Severus still failing to notice the wedding band still on his finger.

When classes started, everything was going how it usually would: he would deduct house points, snapping at kids whenever they would interrupt his teaching, etc. That is until Hermione noticed a particular shine off her teachers hand.

Hermione looked closer before very quietly gasping. "Holy cricket!" She whispered so only Harry and Ron could hear her.

“What?” Ron asked curiously but not very quietly, earning the attention of Severus.

“On Professor Snape’s hand, he was wearing a wedding ring!” She said in a hushed voice.

“You must be crazy Herminone, there's no way that he’s married to someone.” Harry chuckled.

“Yeah, no ones gonna want to let alone be in any relationship with that old git-” Ron was interrupted by getting smacked over the head by Severus, followed up by Harry getting smacked as well.

Hermione just kept quiet, keeping her giggle to herself.

“Would you mind repeating yourself Mr. Weasley?” Severus sneered down at him.

“...no, sorry.” Ron grumbled.

“Mhm. 5 points from Gryffindor, and that's me being generous.”

After class, Ron, Hermione, and Harry all gathered at the library at break. “Are you sure you saw a ring, Hermione? Was it even on his ring finger?” Harry asked as he sat down some books in front of him.

“I'm certain! The real question is though, to who?” Hermione thought for a minute.

“Harry, why can't we just use your cloak to spy on him?” Ron questioned like it was obvious.

“Brilliant!” Harry exclaimed but Hermione smacked him in the arm.

“That's invading his privacy! It's terribly rude.” She scoffed.

Ron then mocked her, earning a smack. After a while of begs and pleas, she finally caved.

“Alright, alright!” She sighed.

They then all made their way back to the dorm to get everything they needed. Harry also grabbed the Marauders Map so it would be easier to find Snape. And then off they went on their little adventure to hunt down his wife.

They had to do some weaving and dodging to not bump into anyone (they bumped into Neville at some point, terrifying him) until they made it to the staff room. Harry looked down at his map to find Snape and you, they're astronomy teacher, alone.

“What are Professor Snape and Professor y/n doing together?” Ron asked in a confused voice.

Harry hushed him and then looked into the keyhole to find Snape and you talking to eachother.

“Are you sure no one saw the ring?” you asked again.

“Yes, dear, I am sure of it.” Snape said in a somewhat annoyed tone. “If someone did see it, I would be getting hounded with questions!”

“Yeah well not if all the students are terrified of you!” you sighed. “Look I'm not mad, I don't want you to think that, it's just we've gone this long keeping it secret it feels weird to just slip up like this”

Severus stepped towards you and grabbed your face in his hands. “Listen love, no one will know. Maybe in the future we can be more open about it.” He then bent down and kissed her gently, and you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer.

Harry gasped quietly and backed up. He was about to say something before he heard footsteps walking towards the door. “We gotta get outta here!”

They all then scurried off down the hall back to the dormitory.

“Harry, what did you see? What were they doing in there?” Ron asked.

“Its professor y/n, that's who he's married to!” Harry was slightly out of breath from running.

“Professor y/n?? But they're so.. so different!” Hermione was shocked.

“You must be seeing things mate, there's NO way Proffesor y/n is married to the old git.” Ron scoffed.

“I'm telling you! They were talking about how he had forgotten to take his ring off or something and then they kissed!” Harry gushed.

They then talked about why you would ever want to marry Snape for the rest of break. Interestingly enough they next class was with you!

Since you were an extremely nice and open teacher, they felt more comfortable talking to you about it.

"So professor y/n, have you been seeing anyone lately?" Ron asked before class actually started.

You were caught off guard to say the least. "Well... I dont really see how my romantic life concerns any of you," you laugh whole heartedly.

Ron then smirked. "You never denied it. Perhaps another Proffesor that teaches here!" Hermione pinched his side as a warning to shut up.

"I don't know what your getting at, Ron" you chuckle becoming a little worried.

"Well the man I'm thinking of is a mean, old, cranky git that likes potions-"

"Thats enough! You don't ever talk about another Proffesor like that!" You scolded him.

"Alright, sorry proffesor... but im right, aren't i?" Ron smirked.

Harry and Hermione perked up to listen.

You sighed, before making sure that no other student or teacher was around, nd then said "You must not tell anyone."

#severus snape x reader #pro snape #professor snape #severus snape #snape #snape fandom #snapedom #snape x you #snape x reader #snape x y/n #severus x you #severus x reader #severus x y/n

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masqueradereveler21 · 2 months

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Hogwarts Legacy Character Sheet - Gwendolen Hedera (Edited)

General Information

Full Name: Gwendolen Hedera

Nicknames: Gwen, Wendy, The Hero of Hogwarts, The New Fifth Year

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: April 26th, 1875

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Personality Type (MBTI): INTJ - The Architect

Species: Human

Blood Status: Unregistered

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Nationality: Welsh

House: Slytherin

Wand: Fir wood with a phoenix feather core, 11 3/4”, rigid flexibility

Patronus: Stoat

Boggart: The mutilated corpse of Professor Fig

Amortentia: Bread pudding, wax candles, old books, fresh linen

Physical Appearance

Hair Colour & Style: Black; occasionally wears down but is most often seen sporting it braided or in a ponytail.

Eye Colour: Grey

Skin Tone: Olive with neutral undertones

Height: 167cm (5’6”)

Weight: 55kg (121 lbs)

Clothing Style: Neat and presentable; favors skirts, ruffled blouses, vests, and heeled boots. Almost never wears her robes.

Accessories: Black painted finger nails. A necklace gifted to her from Natty.

Personality

Positive Traits: Adaptable, determined, loyal, resilient, compassionate, curious, diligent

Neutral Traits: Independent, reserved, ambitious, rational, observant, competitive

Negative Traits: Arrogant, cunning, stubborn, sarcastic, defiant

Strengths: Capable of thinking outside the box and extremely quick-witted

Weaknesses: Thinks she knows what’s best and struggles to let people in

Likes: Cats, Summoner’s Court, Quidditch, organization, leadership, exploring the highlands, reading

Dislikes: Spiders, Gobstone’s, dugbogs, failure, meat, laziness, clutter

Background and Family

Gwendolen Hedera was born on April 26th, 1875, in South Wales to parents of unknown wizarding heritage. At the age of five, Gwendolen was in a carriage accident which tragically took her parents lives and left her with amnesia. She was ultimately raised at Mission of Love, a Muggle monastery that housed young orphans and disabled elderly. During her time there, she was subjected to verbal, mental, and occasionally physical abuse, though she did find some solace in the older people there who treated her kindly. Once she grew old enough, she was shuffled from household to household trying to find a place to call home, though her “poor behavior” and lack of discipline always lead her back to the monastery. It wasn’t until she was fourteen that Gwendolen found herself whisked away by Professor Eleazar Fig, never to be seen again.

After Professor Fig’s death, she found herself under the guardianship of Matilda Weasley, Deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration professor. It took some convincing from Ominis for Gwen to accept the offer, and she kept herself at arms length in the beginning, fearing that Professor Weasley would abandon her when things became too difficult. During the summer between her fifth and sixth year, she met the rest of the Weasley clan and grew closer to Garreth Weasley, who she begrudgingly helped with his experiments. With time, she came to view Professor Weasley in a maternal light (the feeling was mutual on Matilda’s part).

Biological Father: Unknown (Deceased)

Biological Mother: Unknown (Deceased)

Guardian/Adoptive Parent: Matilda Weasley

Adoptive Uncles: Graham Weasley, Phillip Weasley

Adoptive Aunts: Dorothy Weasley (née Button), Lydia Weasley (née Hawthorne)

Adoptive Cousins: Theodore Weasley, Oscar Weasley, Garreth Weasley, Florence Weasley, Millicent Weasley, Francis Weasley, Edmund Weasley

Relationships

Love Interest: Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow…ehh its complicated…

Best Friends: Natsai Onai, Poppy Sweeting, Garreth Weasley, Imelda Reyes, Amit Thakkar

Acquaintances: Nerida Roberts, Grace Pinch-Smedley, Lucan Brattleby, Isaac Cooper, Adelaide Oakes

Rivals: Leander Prewett, Charlotte Morrison, Samantha Dale

Enemies: Ranrok, Victor Rookwood, Theophilus Harlow, Ashwinders, Cassius Caine (OC), Elspeth Iris (OC)

Pets: Vivarium beasts, eleven cats, a barn owl named Minerva

• Artwork done by the incredible @millyillus •

#gwendolen hedera #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #natsai onai #poppy sweeting #garreth weasley #amit thakkar #imelda reyes #matilda weasley #hogwarts legacy mc #slytherin #slytherin mc #hphl mc #hogwarts legacy oc #the girl with the resting bitch face #character sheet

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cevansbrat0007 · 9 months

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An Afternoon with Minerva

Summary: Ari finds himself finally ready to admit the truth about his feelings for you...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Slight Angst, Ari Being A Menace, Mentions of Death, Cancer, Dead Mothers, Brief Mentions of War, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. Not beta'd. All mistakes my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

Somewhere Four Hours Outside of Bell’s Creek, Texas

“Shit!” Ari hisses when he almost slips in the middle of trudging up the muddy hillside. It had been raining pretty much non-stop since he’d made it out of Dallas and it hadn’t shown any signs of slowing down.

But that hadn’t been enough to stop Ari Levinson – not today anyway. Today he was a man on a mission. And that mission involved a meeting with a very special woman. The very first love of his life, and he’d almost missed it.

What kind of son forgot about his own Mama’s birthday? Not him. Otherwise he would’ve never heard the end of it from Evelyn and Marcia.

He knew without having to call them that his sisters had already been by with their families earlier in the day. And the last thing he needed was them throwing a fit over his absence, no matter how justifiable it might’ve been.

The Bounty Hunter nearly stumbles again as he weaves his way through the numerous memorials and monuments. He tries to move carefully, doing his best not to disturb the tributes dedicated to others’ loved ones who’d all gone too soon, regardless of how much time they’d spent on this earth.

And his sweet Mama was no exception. She’d left him just shy of his 21st birthday. He’d been by her side, holding her hand as she took her last breaths. Which seemed only fitting since she’d been there holding him on the day he’d taken his first.

Cancer had done his Mama dirty. But while it had robbed her almost everything – her hair, her ability to walk, and ultimately her life – her fighting spirit had remained. Minerva “Minnie” Levinson had gone out swinging, leaving him behind to see after his two younger siblings.

A sixteen-year-old Evie had been so angry back then. So small, but so unbelievably pissed at the world. Meanwhile, sweet baby Marcie had clung to him so tight he’d damn near had a fight on his hands whenever he wanted to take a piss by himself for longer than two minutes. That ten-year-old might as well have been his second shadow.

He’d honestly had no idea just how much he missed her following behind him until he’d been deployed overseas during his first tour. But they'd needed the money and the benefits. And he’d needed an enemy – someone or something that could help him channel all of the rage and anger and hurt that had been simmering beneath the surface.

So he’d left them behind to help fight another man’s war. But not before entrusting his sisters’ care to his friend, Vicky Gunther. And at the time, the fact that she’d also been his highschool sweetheart had felt like an added bonus.

It hadn’t necessarily mattered that his mother had never been too crazy about the woman. But what had mattered was that the girls had someone he knew to look after them while he was out risking his life.

Ari’s grip tightens on the flowers in his hand as he finally finds himself nearing his Mama’s grave. Evie and Marcie had picked it out, all he’d done was sign off on the check. They’d assured him that it was exactly what she would’ve wanted, right down to the quote etched into the granite, which read: “Always keep them guessing.”

That had been Minnie Levinson’s favorite phrase whenever they pulled up in a new town. When you’d grown up being on the run, staying one step ahead of your opponent was an absolute must. Especially when that opponent happened to be your own damned father. Growing up the son of Rex Levinson meant always having to look over your shoulder.

Because you never knew where he might be lurking. He could be states away or, more likely, right around the goddamned corner. Waiting to strike when his poor, terror-stricken family least expected it.

So they’d had to learn to always expect it. Even now, the only reason Ari felt any peace was because his Daddy was currently enjoying an all-inclusive, taxpayer funded 15 year stay at the James Crabtree Correctional Center in Helena, Oklahoma.

Thankfully, Rex still had a few years left on his tab before society deemed his debt to them finally repaid in full. Once he was released, he’d deal with it then. But right now…

Now it was time to see about his Mama. And this chat that they were about to have was long overdue.

A smile finds its way to Ari’s lips once he’s finally standing in front of his mother’s memorial. He pauses briefly before crouching down to place the bouquet he’d brought with him next to the offerings left behind by other members of his family. Although he wasn’t surprised, he was happy to see that they’d all brought daylillies, which had been her favorite.

“Hey. Happy birthday, Mama.” Ari whispers, allowing his fingers to brush along the cool granite. “I made it. Just like I told you I would.” His eyes flutter closed as a light breeze blows by, gently ruffling his chestnut locks.

It was a sign from Minerva herself, letting him know that she was there with him too. Just like she said she would be. And his Mama had never been one to lie to him. Not even in death.

“I see the girls have already been here. I’m surprised they haven’t blown up my phone.” He stands then, grimacing when his left knee cracks as a result of the movement. It seemed like that old injury only bothered him when it rained. Shit sucked.

“I’m sure Evie brought by baby Micah for his first visit. He’s cute ain’t he? Little chubby-cheeked shit machine.” Ari chuckles at that, scrubbing a big hand over his heart. “And I’m not being rude. First time we met he had a blowout in his diaper that was so bad we both needed a shower.”

He laughs harder at the memory of him desperately trying to hand off his incredibly messy nephew to first his own Mama, and then his sister. They’d swerved him so fast, claiming that it was about damned time he learned how to change a diaper.

He’d been mighty pissed at the time. But even so, he and baby Micah had stomped off to the bathroom, determined to handle the stinky situation like a couple of real men. And when they’d emerged from said bathroom forty-five minutes later, they’d been the ones to have the last laugh.

Okay, not really. Micah’s mother, Evie, had been too busy napping on the couch to notice much of anything, her body buried beneath a sea of half folded laundry. And Marcia was playing Go Fish with their four-year-old niece Isobel. But Ari hadn’t allowed the lack of fanfare to take the wind out of their sails.

He’d just grabbed a bottle of milk from the fridge and retreated to his sister’s bedroom, intending to teach the kid about the importance of football until they’d both dozed off. And he still had the picture Evelyn had taken of them both that afternoon, fast asleep in the bed. The baby rocking a Dallas Cowboys onesie, and him wearing her lavender bathrobe.

“They were just jealous, Mama. There I was being a good uncle, bonding with my nephew, and they were playing paparazzi.” That breeze kicks up again, the smell of wet earth filling the air.

“But I’m sure you already know that. You were there. You saw everything. Those two were picking on me like they always do.” Ari pouts then, jamming his hands into his pockets. “There’s just something not right about those girls. Everytime I’m around ‘em, they pinch and poke and prod. Always asking if I’m seeing someone.”

“It’s annoying is what it is. Makes me feel like a damn pincushion or somethin’.” The Bounty Hunter grumbles, nudging a tiny weed with his foot. “How am I supposed to tell ‘em anything if I haven’t run it by you first? Especially when it’s…when it’s…” He trails off as he searches for the right word.

“Real.” He sucks in a breath as his head dips to his chest. “It’s real and it’s right and it’s new. It’s all those things, Mama. And I don’t know what to do with any of it because it’s like I spend half the damn time fightin’ with myself and the other is spent fightin’ her wanting to fly away on me.”

One hand leaves his pocket to rest on the back of his neck. “And I know what you’re probably thinking, Mama. But that ain’t the issue. This woman, my little Bird…she ain’t Vicky.” He rocks back on his heels, careful not to slip in the rain soaked grass.

“And I know you didn’t much care for Vicky. I already told you that I made a mistake with that one. I thought I was doing a good thing leaving the girls with her…” A harsh sigh leaves him as a fresh wave of bitterness rises in his throat. But he swallows it down, refusing to let it choke him.

Because there was more to be said about the woman in his life today. His woman. His sweet Bird.

“Bird is everything I thought Vicky was. But it’s more than that. She’s the best part about that godforsaken Bell’s Creek. And something tells me that she’s wading knee deep into a pile of shit with this fuck, Martin, and these assholes, the Prescotts. It’s all one big mess that I normally would be chompin' at the to get rid of…”

Ari’s head drops again as he prays for another gust of wind, wanting another sign from his Mama to let him know that she was still listening. He doesn’t speak again until he feels it on his skin. This time it’s a loving caress, a gentle reminder that he’s not alone.

How could he be when he had Minnie Levinson by his side?

“I haven’t had a single nightmare since I met her. I’m not saying I’m fixed or anything…” He shrugs his broad shoulders. “But maybe I’m not quite as broken as I thought I was. At least she sure doesn't seem to think so. She just tells me I am an ass.”

The sound of squirrels playing in a nearby tree is enough to distract him, albeit briefly. Once they settle down he quietly forges on.

“Ma, I swear this girl is really something special.” Ari whistles, running a hand over his beard. “Sweet, funny, absolutely gorgeous – and did I tell you she runs a bookstore? Can’t go and leave that part out now can I?”

By now the rain has stopped, with the sun finally beginning to emerge from behind the clouds. He welcomes the warmth it brings. His Mama deserved to enjoy a little sunshine on her special day.

“She – we fight like cats and dogs sometimes - my Bird and I. But that’s not really my fault. I mean I consider myself to be plenty damn agreeable with most things. But my woman…let’s just say I’ve met mules less stubborn than she is. But even so, it’s…it’s like I can’t get enough of her.”

Ari blows out a comforting breath before closing his eyes, his fingers going to the bridge of his nose. “She’s…she’s making me wanna stay. Got me wantin’ to plant roots and build her a house, complete with the white picket fence.”

“I’ve been lost since the moment I laid eyes on her, Mama. And nothing feels right unless I’m with her. When she’s not around it’s like I can’t think – I’m off balance and…” He swallows thickly. “Like even now, I’m here with you and there’s a part of me that is just itchin’ to get back in my truck and haul ass all the way back to Bell's Creek. I mean, I suppose I could’ve brought her with me.” He cocks his head to the side as the thought strikes him. “She would’ve come, but I couldn’t...”

Ari goes back to awkwardly bouncing on the balls of his feet. “I couldn’t bring her here because I needed to talk to you about her first. Introduce her properly so that I could tell you myself that I…” He swallows again, fighting the lump in his throat.

“I love her, Mama.”

There. He’d gone and said it. Not in his head. But out loud to the air. To the world. To his Mama.

“And that sweet little spitfire makes me work for it every day. I’m telling you right now that she needs a damn keeper. And I need her to keep me…balanced.”

A grin spreads across his features as he feels the weight he’s been carrying suddenly lift from his shoulders. “I’m gonna introduce her to the girls, okay Ma? I know they’ll love her like I do. But can you do me a favor and tell ‘em to be nice? You know they never do anything I say.”

Ari bends down to let his fingers graze over his mother’s headstone one last time. “And when the time is right, I’ll bring her here to meet you too.” He murmurs, wishing for a moment that they were actually speaking face to face instead of like this. But unfortunately, that couldn't be helped.

“Until then you rest easy, alright? Because me and the girls are doin’ just fine.” He takes a tentative step backwards. “I love you, Minnie Levinson. And I’ll be back to see you real soon.” Ari turns on his heel, preparing to navigate his way back to his truck.

Halfway through the maze he pulls out his phone, thumbing through his contacts until he lights upon your name. He taps the entry before holding the device to his ear. The sound of your voice on the other line is enough to ease the subtle ache in his chest. At least for now. But he also knew from experience that it wouldn’t go away until he had you in his arms again.

Just four measly, lonely hours until Ari Levinson felt whole again.

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I do like the occasional smut but god am I in love with your fluff (that one sick fic is *chef kiss*). So I thought I'd request some fluff too! So how about, ghost comes home to reader napping with their 3 cats (cause why not.... The more cats the merrier....) all over them. And he just decides thats it he loves them. (reader. But also the cats he's a good cat dad)

listen I love the smut but writing fluff is so much more fun, I'm such a sucker for softies.

warnings: none, gn pronouns

Simon steps through the door, the feeling of being home letting him finally relax, the heavy burden of war lifted from his tense shoulders, he lets the breeze from the back windows wash over him, the smell of clean laundry and whatever new treat you had baked that day.

Setting down his bags he reaches up to tug his mask off, his eye paint smearing slightly, he looks around for you, finding no trace he makes his way over to your bedroom where he sees you, snuggled in bed, a small black cat tucked under your arm, a bigger orange one curled up by your feet, one brown stretched out by your side and a few more huddled together in a spot of sun on the floor, he smiles to himself, you look angelic, eyelashes fluttering slightly as you dream, form bathed in the light of the sun.

He didn't much care for animals before you got together, he was never home long enough to consider ever getting one, but the day he came home and saw you sat in a chair, small bundle of fur cradled in your arms he changed his mind, the small feline you had named minerva purring as you caressed her.

He warmed quickly to her, she would follow him around the house while he did chores, often nuzzling against his shins. Initially, he had set a rule that ordered no animals to be on the bed but that quickly fell apart once minerva crawled up, settling herself atop his shoulder while he slept.

What he didn't count on was you bringing home another cat every time he left for deployment, always returning to be greeted by a new feline once he stepped in the door, once you had accumulated three Simon had told you that it was enough, no one needs more than three cats but it didn't stop you, bringing home strays that you would come across, adopting a few that needed good homes. He loved watching you take care of them, so soft and caring it reminded him of why he had fallen for you, you were soft with him when no one else was, taking every broken piece of him and placing them back together with your touch, and he'd admit, seeing you cuddles up with the adorable animals always brought him joy.

He sits himself next to you, running a soft hand over your cheek as your eyelids flutter open to greet him, a smile appearing on your face.

"Welcome home" you beam

"Hi love, new friends I see"

You glance down at the cat situated next to your chest,

"He followed me home last week, I couldn't not bring him in"

He nods, "And this one is named?"

"Severus"

"I'm sensing a theme here," he says reaching to pet the animal,

You giggle, sitting up to press a kiss to his lips,

"I missed you"

"Missed you too love," he says pulling back slightly, "Did not miss all my clothes being covered in hair though"

It was true, considering the majority of what Simon wore was black or dark colours, the fur of most of the cats would find homes on them, he swore he spent 10 minutes every morning just lint rolling his shirts.

"You hungry?" he asks

"Yeah, but there's not much to eat here"

"Right, well come on then" He reaches a hand out to you and you take it, letting him lead you to the front door, stepping into your shoes before making your way outside.

You had walked for a bit, coming upon a small diner and deciding that it would suffice for something to eat. He talks a little about his mission, leaving out any information that was either classified or too violent as the two of you chat for a while. Once you had cleared your plates you decided that ice cream should also be a part of your night, walking with Simon's arm slung around you down to the small parlour.

He always got rum raisin and you always teased him about it,

"It's an old people flavour"

"You calling me old?"

You don't answer, instead smiling while you eat a scoop of your own dessert. As you go to throw out your empty cups you notice a small tail creeping behind one of the benches, following it before stopping in front of a small spotted cat with wide blue eyes, you kneel down urging it to come to you and it does, grazing along your legs as you pet it lightly.

Simon glances around looking for you, seeing you sitting on the ground a few feet away.

"What are you doing?" he asks before noticing the cat in front of you, "No, we do not need another"

You pout your lips and stare at him with doe eyes, "Please, it just came up to me, look it has no collar"

Simon tries to stand firm in his decision but he can never say no to you, nudging his head toward the street as a victorious smile creeps on your face, you carefully pick up the cat and make your way home.

"We're gonna have to get him cleared with the vet"

His words go completely over your head, too enamoured with the blue orbs staring back at you, "This one will be remus" you say, Simon just shakes his head and huffs out a laugh, pulling you toward him so he can place a kiss on the crown of your head.

"This is seriously becoming an issue" He jokes while the two of you make your way back home, your new pet cradled into your arms.

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