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dear-evanrosier · 3 years

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Theme Parks

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This is a modern AU with no Voldy, they are 22, still wizards

Translations are at the bottom :)

“Can you tell me why the bloody fuck we decided to go to a theme park in November?”

“James, mate, you’re scaring the children.” Sirius scolded, and James huffed in response.

"I can see my bloody breath! And you aren’t cold cause you’ve got your bloody boyfriend to warm you up. And Pete couldn’t come, no matter how much he wanted and unless your brother-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Potter.” Regulus bit, and James made a disgruntled noise when Remus laughed.

“Oh, don’t you even start, Remus. Sirius is practically drowning in your jacket. No wonder neither of you wankers are complaining!”

“Language!”

The new, higher voice came from behind them in the line, and they turned to see a middle-aged woman covering the ears of a little boy, no older than ten, with a mix of shock and amusement on his face.

“Is there a problem, ma’am?” James asked politely, and the woman huffed.

“Yes. I don’t want you talking that way in front of my son.”

“I’m not allowed to say wanker?”

“Hey! What did I just say? I am behind you, and I want you to stop speaking in those disgusting words.”

James was confused for a second before his face was plastered in a shit-eating grin.

“Je parle une langue. Français, pour être exact.”

“What? Speak english,we’re in America.” The women snapped, and Sirius snickered from behind James while Remus groaned, and Regulus looked torn between bewilderment and amusement.

“Quid de latine? Nec?”

The woman was obviously growing frustrated, and James took full advantage of it.

Someone further back in the line yelled “Mynnwch y bachgen!” but James didn’t pay it much mind, instead staring the woman who was almost red in the face with her anger.

“Well,if that’s all.” James gave a polite smile and turned back to his friends. "Happy birthday, Sirius."

Sirius let out a bark of laughter and pushed closer into Remus, pulling the jacket tighter around them. Regulus looked at James with amusement and confusion.

“What?”

“You speak Welsh? And French and Latin?” Regulus asked, and James nodded.

“I mean, obviously. What else could I have been speaking?”

Regulus rolled his eyes and turned back around to the front of the line, pointing forward. “We aren’t too far from the front. Maybe five minutes.”

After they had ridden the roller coaster (James screamed, Regulus laughed at him) they decided to get some food before getting on another ride, the ride being a carousel.

“Why a carousel? Sirius, you’re turning twenty-two, not two.” Regulus reasoned, though they were already in line and it didn’t do much.

“Because I can. Besides, I’m not acting like I’m two. ”

“Yeah? Well look at James! He’s acting like he’s five!”

“Hey!”

“Oh, you are!”

“It’s cold, okay! I’m trying to stay warm!”

“You’re a bloody wizard!” Regulus whisper-shouted, careful to not be overheard. “Use a damn heating charm!”

“Remus took my wand!” James whispered back, and Remus smiled from in front of them.

“If you say so.”

James huffed and continued the small dance he was doing, now bobbing his head back and forth in front of Regulus’ face to annoy him. Regulus rolled his eyes and turned him around, shoving him forward in line. James stumbled, but regained his balance and turned around again, repeating his dance and head motions before Regulus turned and pushed him forward again.

This continued a few more times until Regulus grew tired of it, gripping James’ shoulders to get him to stop.

“Quit it, Potter.”

“Make me, Black.”

James started bobbing his head again, and then Regulus’ hands weren’t on his shoulders.

They were on his hips, bringing James closer until Regulus was kissing him, and James was kissing back, Regulus’ fingers digging into James’ waist, reminding him that he was awake. There was grumbling somewhere behind them, but James couldn’t care less, now that he was finally kissing Regulus, and Regulus was kissing him back, after what was almost seven years of pining and secret plans that never worked.

James brought his hands up to Regulus’ face, cradling his cheeks and angling his head as he deepened the kiss.

“Oi!” Sirius shouted from somewhere, though it was hard for James to focus on anything except for Regulus surrounding him and filling every one of his senses.

The only thing he felt was the scratchy stubble on Regulus' face, and Regulus' hands holding on to his hips. The only thing he could taste was the mango chapstick Regulus used religiously. The only thing he could smell was Regulus' cologne, which smelt like whiskey and old books, something that reminded him of Hogwarts. The only thing he heard was Regulus' breathing, and the almost non existent moan that came when James opened his mouth to willingly let Regulus in.

"Stop snogging my brother and get on the ride." Sirius' voice came, and James broke their kiss, still holding Regulus' face, to face Sirius.

"No."

And he turned back around, reconnecting his and Regulus' lips.

"Fine then. Come on, Moony. Leave Prongs to defile my baby brother."

Translations

“Quid de latine? Nec?”------- “What about Latin? No?”

“A yw'r Gymraeg yn well? Dyma fy hoff un. Ddim mor rhamantus â Ffrangeg, chi'n gweld, ond gan fy mod i'n eithaf unig ac nad yw'r person rydw i mewn cariad ag ef yn gallu siarad Cymraeg, rydw i'n mynd i'w siarad. Y dyn y tu ôl i mi, rydych chi'n ei weld, y gwallt brown, mae'n fy neall i, wel efallai ddim bellach, mae wedi bod yn amser ers iddo ei siarad, ond dydy'r ddau arall ddim. Rydw i mewn gwirionedd mewn cariad â brawd ei gariad. Ie, y bachgen arall. Y gwallt du byr. Mae'n hollol anhygoel. Mae'n edrych fel ei fod wedi curo'ch asyn, ond ni fydd - wel, efallai'ch un chi. Ond mae mor felys a charedig ac mae fy Nuw ei wên yr un mor ffycin hardd mae'n gwneud fy niwrnod cyfan. A phan mae'n chwerthin, sy'n achlysur prin, mae hi mor goddamn hyfryd sut na allech chi garu'r bachgen hwn. Nid eich bod chi'n gwybod beth rydw i'n ei ddweud. Ac rydw i'n rantio yn Gymraeg i ddynes ar hap sy'n wallgof arna i. Rhyfeddol.” ------------------------------------- Is welsh any better? It's my favorite. Not as romantic as French, you see, but since I'm quite lonely and the person I'm in love with can't speak Welsh, I'm going to speak it. The man behind me, you see him, the brown hair, he understands me, well maybe not anymore, it's been a while since he spoke it, but the other two don't. I'm actually in love with his boyfriend's brother. Yeah, the other boy. The short black hair. He's absolutely amazing. He looks like he'd beat your ass, but he won't - well, maybe yours. But he's so sweet and kind and my god his smile is just so fucking beautiful it just makes my entire day. And when he laughs, which is a rare occasion, it's just so goddamn gorgeous how could you not love this boy. Not that you know what I'm saying. And I'm ranting in Welsh to a random lady who's mad at me. Wonderful.

Mynnwch y bachgen!-----Get the boy!

#jegulus #fanfiction #jegulus fanfiction #james potter #regulus black #regulus x james #repost

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ohnotoomanyfandoms · 3 years

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If you wrote a quick lil Jordelia snippet in the style of one of Cassie's Chain of Iron excerpts (like write a tiny bit of a prediction of a scene that could happen between them) I would love you forever 🙏🙏🙏❤❤❤

My dear Jordelia Nation, I bring you a little Christmas present!

I am nowhere near satisfied of this ficlet (which is why I’m not even putting it on my AO3 page), but I wrote it and I can’t take it back now. Based on THREE snippets (you’ll find those in bold), I present you THAT confession scene under the cut.

I just want to point out one thing: I don’t think this is how the scene is going to go in the books. At all. I just had fun imagining James and Cordelia’s conversation on that Most Important Topic and tried to keep it as in character as possible, but I also know my Edwardian English is not the best.

Without further ado, here are 2k words of Jordelia angst for you all <3

Cordelia rang Risa for some tea. The boys would certainly require scones. As they settled around her drawing room’s table, Cordelia couldn’t help but notice they were starting this meeting without a key member.

“Where’s Lucie?” She asked no one in particular. She turned to James and he shrugged.

“Probably with Anna,” Matthew suggested. Hopefully with Anna, Cordelia thought. She knew Lucie had a secret. Now that James was out of the Institute, there was no way of knowing where her future parabatai was. If anything, Cordelia reprimanded herself silently, she was supposed to know.

“We should start without her,” James said. “Let’s get to it.”

“Grace will never talk to us. Not after last week,” Matthew declared. “We have to find another way.”

“I still don’t see why you think she won’t,” interrupted Christopher. “I am sure she will speak to Jamie, if he asks nicely. She was entirely amicable with me last month.”

“That was before what happened last week, Kit,” Thomas pointed out.

“Jamie can’t go. There is no point in even trying. It will be a waste of our time, time we don’t have. We need a different plan,” Matthew said.

“Why can’t Jamie go?” asked Kit innocently.

“We’ll never find a better—“ Tom was saying, but Cordelia cut him off.

“It’s of no consequence. James is free to go see Grace if he wishes to.”

She didn’t miss the furtive glance Matthew sent her way.

“I can accompany him,” Kit offered.

But James was shaking his head. “Daisy…”

She swallowed hard. “It would be beneath me to try and stop you.”

She would not be remembered as the villain in this story. Her husband, by the Angel, Cordelia still couldn’t believe it after a whole month of marriage… if staying away from Grace was so painful for James, as it was clear from his ghost-like pallor and his hollow eyes, Cordelia couldn’t very well ignore it. She would swallow whatever was left of her pride and her shattered honor and let him go. The mission was more important.

“I made you a promise. I told you I would keep it, and I am.”

If Cordelia hadn’t already been in love with him then, the intensity of his gaze as he delivered those words would’ve done it, surely.

“And I meant what I just said, James. I free you from that promise.”

Mathew, the only other person in the room who knew her secret and pitied her for it, was quick to intervene, to spare her the embarrassment of further discussion on the topic in front of their friends. “Then it’s settled. Jamie and Kit will both go. Tomorrow night, then we will need to regroup here.”

Lucie had never shown up, Cordelia thought after the Merry Thieves had gone. She would need to send her a message. Pondering where her friend had gotten herself, she didn’t notice James cornering her on the way to the master bedchamber, the room they both occupied as far as the Enclave was concerned. James had been courteous enough to let her take it since they wouldn’t need to share one.

“Daisy, we must speak.”

His golden eyes were fixed on her, fierce as a hawk’s gaze. She said, "It doesn’t matter what I said. I wanted them to leave you alone —"

"I don’t believe you," he said. She could feel the slight tremors running through his body — tremors of stress, that meant he was holding himself very still. Holding himself back. "You don’t say things you don’t mean, Daisy —“

“Oh, James. The Angel knows I do.” She took a deep breath and pointed to the Herondale ring on her finger. “Every day of my life I say things I don’t mean.”

“Yes, but not to me,” James said. “You are entirely honest with me, and that’s what I treasure the most about us. About this time. When we are here together, we don’t have to pretend.”

Cordelia’s heart broke. She averted her eyes for a second to focus on her feet, then met his again.

“James, you do not know how much it means to me that you try and pretend like you’re not sacrificing yourself for my sake in all this.”

There was nothing but honesty in his face. “What are you talking about, Daisy, if anything, it was you who did this for me, to save me from the Clave—“

“I am not referring to our marriage,” she said loudly. “I am referring to our promise. I am referring to the fact that you are doing your best to shield me from how much it pains you to keep it. Yet you are determined to keep it, because you are a man of honor, the best of men, no matter the consequences to your own heart.”

His voice softened. “Daisy, cariad—“

A part of her registered he’d never called her that before. It was a term she was used to hearing his parents use. But she had no time to ponder on its meaning at present.

“I can see that you have trouble sleeping at night. How miserable you’ve been. You’re a shadow of yourself, and it has nothing to do with your grandfather. If you miss her this much, you should go see her.”

“Cordelia,” he said, his tone suddenly serious, angry even. The change in name was not lost on her either. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“If you need to see—“ she forced herself to pronounce that name, “Grace, you should go see her.”

“Are you truly encouraging me to commit adultery?”

Internally, she laughed. “Do you believe me such a masochist? I am merely suggesting that you see her, instead of convincing yourself that you don’t want to.”

James dropped on the settee by the window. Cordelia remained standing, despite his silent request that she join him. He was so much taller than her that his head was at level with her chest. She tried not to think about it. James kept his hand on her arm. She was glad for its anchoring presence.

“I am your husband, Daisy,” he started.

“In name only,” she promptly reminded him.

James shook his head. “I placed marriage runes on you and my ring on your finger.” His own fingers touched the shape of the rune on her left arm.

“Rune,” she corrected again. “Just one.” Because you didn’t want the other.

“Cordelia.”

The intensity of his voice made her turn. His eyes were molten gold.

“We are married,” James continued. “You giving me permission to see Grace doesn’t mean I will go see her. I won’t betray your trust.”

“But the mission—“

“I’ll find another way. I would ask that you cease assuming what I am feeling or not feeling, I beg of you. It’s not being married to you that’s making me miserable. On the contrary.”

“Then what is?” She asked boldly. “James, you are wasting away. No one who loved you would want you to sacrifice your own happiness. I certainly don’t.”

“No, Daisy.” He shook his head again, more fervently this time.

“One of us should be happy, James.”

His fingers traced her arm. “By the Angel, Daisy, I am not unhappy with you. Please do not suggest the contrary. And besides, what do you think would happen? You may bless an adulterous union, but Grace is also engaged, and I doubt that dear Charles would be as magnanimous as you.”

Oh, but he would, Cordelia thought bitterly. No one was keeping James and Grace separated if not their own oaths. But she couldn’t tell James that, because she would need to expose Charles’ secret, and she wasn’t ready to do that as much as she was to expose her brother’s.

“Charles doesn’t need to know,” she lied quickly, although he appeared suddenly lost in thought. “You two could meet in secret tomorrow as per the plan.”

“What did you say?”

“That Charles doesn’t—“

“No, forget Charles. What did you say before? One of us should… gods, Daisy, are you miserable? Is that it? If so, tell me what I am doing wrong and I will do everything in my power and beyond to amend, bach.”

Another Welsh term she’d heard his family use. She shook her head. “There is nothing you can do. Seeing you happy will make me happy.” Only saying it felt like placing a dagger in her own chest.

“I know you dreamt of finding true love and this has shattered those dreams. But you can still have those things. You just need to find the right man and in a year you’ll be with him. I promise I will help.”

She was silent for a moment. Then she took a leap. “What if I’ve already found him?”

That took him by surprise. His eyes widened, he took his hand off her arm. “You… have? This must be even harder for you then. Who is it? If you wish to confide in me, of course.”

“You don’t wish to know, trust me.”

“No, I do. Am I not your friend, Daisy, before I am your husband? And did I not swear to fight your battles and to keep your secrets?”

“This one is better kept unsaid, for both our peace of mind.”

He seemed to consider their words carefully. After a minute of silence, he spoke, his voice calm. “I don’t want to push you. So you are determined not to share this with anyone else? Does Lucie know, at least?”

“No, she doesn’t. Matthew does, but that’s beside the point.”

“Matthew— why would you confide in Math and not me? Daisy, am I such a terrible friend to you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. But don’t hold your breath, he doesn’t love me back, his affections lay elsewhere.”

“Nonsense. How can a man be indifferent to you?”

She was tired of this conversation, tired of lying to him… “James, can you close the door on your way out?”

“Of course.” He understood at once and instantly stood up from the settee. He towered over her for a moment. “If you wish to speak later, or play some chess before dinner, I’ll be in the other room.”

He made to leave, then turned back to her and before she knew what was happening, he cupped her cheek and kissed her there. His eyes were melancholy. “You mean the world to me, Daisy. I wish I could show you how much.”

He closed the door behind him as she had requested, but she was still frozen in place where he had left her. Her arm and her cheek where he had touched her felt like they were on fire. She was suddenly reminded of the passionate kiss they’d shared in the Whispering Room, and for the first time in a long time, Cordelia questioned her assumption. She freed her hair from their complicated ‘do. Her mind was racing.

She jumped toward her desk, where Lucie’s latest chapter of The Beautiful Cordelia lay half-unread. She gripped the pages and scanned them for a single word. She could swear she’d read it just two days ago… there it was. Characters who were so clearly based on Will and Tessa filled the pages of this chapter. “Cariad” the hero kept calling his long-lost love. “Bach,” she had exclaimed once they were reunited. Cordelia had never paid as much attention as she should have when the Herondales communicated in Welsh, but she wished she had.

Before she could think this through, she sprinted for the door. James was in their drawing room, a worn-out copy of Ovid’s Heroides in his hands.

“Had a change of heart?” he asked without looking up from his book.

“Hardly,” Cordelia said breathlessly.

“Mittor ad Alciden a coniuge conscia mentis / littera si coniunx Deianira tua est,” he read aloud, which slightly annoyed Cordelia. She wasn’t here for a lesson in mythology. And it was beneath James to flaunt his Latin unnecessarily. She remembered he’d made her promise to teach him Farsi, once they were married, but they hadn’t delved down that road so far.

“You know I don’t speak Latin, bach,” she said slowly, doing her best not to mispronounce the last word.

That undoubtedly got his attention and made him meet her eyes. “How fortunate that this text also offers a translation, then. It’s Deianira writing to Hercules after he abandoned her to be with another woman: A letter, that shares her feelings, sent to Alcides / By your wife, if Deianira is still your wife.”

“James, can we not discuss mythology at present?”

“What mythology?” he grinned as he pushed the book aside.

“I have a confession to make.” She walked toward him this time.

His eyes were gentle. “Only if you truly want to, Daisy.”

“I haven’t been entirely forthcoming with you all these months. That’s what’s making me miserable. I don’t want to lie to you, James, and I’m tired of doing so.”

“I’m listening.”

“I said I’d met the right man, and that at least wasn’t a lie. Do you know what it’s like, to have everything you’ve ever wanted but it’s just pretend?”

“Yes,” he said calmly. “I do.”

Grace, she thought, because they’d been together in secret for years, had almost run away together.

“No,” she replied, “You don’t. Not this way.”

James suddenly stood. “Will you quit saying what you think I feel or don’t feel? It’s the third time today, Daisy. If you wish to know something, just ask, do not assume.”

“But I already know. You’ve told me.”

James, you don’t love me, she had said. No, I don’t, he had replied after his haste proposal.

“You feel what you feel and I cannot fault you for it. I can hardly fault my own heart.”

“Daisy,” he said then. “What are you saying?”

She took another deep breath and jumped into the abyss. “It’s you, James. It’s always been you.” The earth beneath her threatened to swallow her whole. “I’ve loved you all my life.”

“You can’t mean—”

"I know it’s not what you want, but it won’t change anything between us. I’ve tried to stop, but I have been unsuccessful. This is my predicament and there is nothing either of us can do about it. We can stay friends and companions, the way we have these months. What if I just love you? What if I love you but I never touch you or talk about it, what would happen then?"

Cordelia wasn’t sure he was breathing. After an interminable time, his lips finally parted to say something.

She never knew what, because one moment he was there, his hand on her arm, and the next he was gone.

It appeared they hadn’t destroyed the shadow realm after all.

/// There you have it. Sorry for the cliffhanger. Sorry if you hated the entire story. Again, I kind of hate it too. If you enjoyed it, that makes me happy <3 I’ll go back to writing meta and speculation now.

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namelessayakashi · 3 years

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For the hug thingy...14👀 merthur

OKOKOK LOOK AHHSHGJFJF I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!!!!!!!! BUT ITS HERE ITS HERE I FINISHED IT

Admittedly, I struggled with it, and I got rly nervous that you wouldn't like it, but I hope you do!!!!!

Fic is below the cut! [I have also posted it on my Ao3!]

Merlin took a deep breath as he leaned against the reception desk of his hospital. It was quiet… Not that he’d dare say it out loud—it felt wrong to even think. He tugged at his scrubs a bit, adjusting them with a frown.

He loved the nightshift as much as he hated it. In his hospital, it was such a coin flip chance of whether they’d be rushed or silent at night.

He found himself immensely grateful for the calm night.

There had been a shift in the air that morning, a tug on his magic, almost a—a call… It was strange, and it made him wonder if maybe… Maybe it was time. Nothing had happened, though, and while he still retained hope, he found it dwindling. Perhaps he had been wrong, perhaps he’d not felt a shift. Maybe it was just his wish to see him again, that made it seem as if it were finally time.

Merlin worried his bottom lip between his teeth and looked over to the clock on the wall. 01:23 A.M.

Right, gods new and old, it was too late… Early, whatever. The sorcerer sighed loudly and turned around to smile at the receptionist.

“Been a long night,” he said in lieu of a greeting.

“Hello to you too, Ambrosius,” the Lady, Cherie, chuckled softly. “You look like shit—no offense, you just look exhausted. Have you taken even a single break this shift?”

“Who needs breaks when you have coffee?” Merlin retorted, winking as he ran a hand through his hair. Ugh, it was dirty. He needed a shower… “I only have five and a half hours left and I’m off. Let’s consider this my break, since I’m not doing anything.”

“Not considered a break when there’s nothing to do anyway,” Cherie raised an eyebrow. “We’ve been basically empty all night.”

“Oh, we talking about the night?” One of the new hires—an intern, if Merlin recalled—chimed in as she walked by, stopping to chat. When Merlin and Cherie nodded response, the younger woman let out a relaxed sigh. “Yeah, it’s so nice! So nice… Can’t believe I got lucky enough to be on rota for such a quiet night. The others are going to be so jealous.”

Merlin inhaled through his teeth, cringing as she spoke, and Cherie let out a small gasp. The intern looked between the two in confusion.

“What? What did I say?”

“Oh, honey…” Cherie murmured, shaking her head slowly. The intern let out a worried noise, her eyes widening.

“What?” She repeated, visibly anxious. Merlin just let out a sigh and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s alright, you didn’t know…” He assured her, before dropping his hand and looking to the doors with a grimace. “You never say quiet in a hospital—I’m afraid you just damned us to a hectic rest of the night.”

Her shoulders droop in disappointment. “That’s a real thing? I thought that was just for drama in television shows… Oh, god, I’m sorry, I didn’t—oh, god, I was just excited.”

“Don’t fret too much, we’ve all been there,” Merlin told her. She looked at him with hope in her eyes, and he couldn’t help but smile. “Go grab yourself a coffee before things get crazy, you’ll need it.”

The intern nodded slowly, and with a final apology, she hurried off to get a coffee. Once she was out of sight, Cherie and Merlin looked at each other once again. The sorcerer chuckled softly, shaking his head.

“I think you made her feel worse, somehow, rather than better,” Cherie told him, raising an eyebrow with a grin. Merlin just shrugged.

“Maybe it won’t even change anything this time,” he suggested, “it doesn’t always, after all. Maybe we’ll get to keep the peace…”

No later than he said it, did they hear sirens approaching. Merlin groaned, dropping his head onto the reception desk. “Damn it all,” he muttered.

Finally, five fifty-seven in the morning, Merlin walked up to reception again. Everything had finally just calmed enough for him to take a break… His magic buzzed beneath his skin, screaming at him for reasons he didn’t know. If he thought he was exhausted before, though…

He barely noticed the shift in the air as he turned to greet Cherie again. He was so tired, though, he didn’t pay it any mind.

“I’m… back,” he yawned, stretching his back out.

Cherie gave him a tired grin. “Welcome back, Merlin. You look even shittier than before.”

“Mm, thanks, I feel shittier than before,” he responded with a smile. As Cherie laughed, Merlin’s brows furrowed in confusion. The air felt off. Stronger than before, almost overwhelming now. His magic was practically vibrating with an eagerness he hadn’t felt in it since…

His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes widened. He absently noted Cherie asking if he was okay and nodded before looking to the ceiling. He knew she couldn’t feel the change, why would she? Merlin refused to turn towards the entrance for fear of not finding what he wished to. Shouting echoed from outside the doors, and his heart leapt in his chest.

It was happening. The time was here. His magic had been right. He could feel it. There was no other explanation! His King had returned… Oh, please let him have returned… He didn’t know if he could take another false alarm.

“Sir! Sir! You need to stop—resisting! We are trying to help you!” Merlin heard a man call in as the door swung open loudly. There was sound of a struggle, and Merlin’s anticipation grew. He looked to Cherie, to see her staring slack-jawed in the direction of the entrance. And then…

“Unhand me! I said, unhand me this instant, you fool! Do you know who I am?!” The forever familiar sound of his native tongue flooded Merlin’s ears, the voice speaking such old words almost more familiar than the language itself. His heart racing, Merlin spun to face the entrance.

His stomach lurched and a borderline hysterical laugh ripped from his throat when his eyes landed on the blond man in full armour, dripping wet, and shouting in Old Brythonic at the A&E entrance. The two policemen holding him by the arms were fighting to keep him restrained as he tried to tear himself from their grip, shouting a plethora of swears Merlin always knew Arthur knew no matter how much he denied it.

Their eyes locked and a relieved grin covered Arthur’s face as he stopped fighting. “Merlin!” He exclaimed, “Merlin, tell these buffoons to release me!”

“What language do you think that is?” Merlin heard Cherie ask. He didn’t answer though, he just grinned widely.

“Let him go, he’s distressed over being restrained, he’s not a danger,” he told the police, trying to keep his voice level. The policemen looked at each other warily, and Arthur gave Merlin a confused look as he spoke. Then, with a shrug each [probably deciding they don’t get paid enough for this], the men holding Arthur’s arms let him go. The King muttered something under his breath and rolled his shoulders back, turning and glaring at the paramedics. He relaxed significantly now that he’d been released, and spotted someone he knew.

Merlin took a shaky breath, thrilled yet close to tears, almost disbelieving his eyes and ears.

“Is it really you?” He asked, holding eye contact with Arthur, his native language rolling off his tongue with ease, despite his years of only being able to speak it to himself.

Arthur nodded slowly, and Merlin barely registered Cherie asking him what was happening. He would have felt bad for ignoring her had his husband not literally just risen form the dead.

“I’m not sure who else it would be,” Arthur responded, and oh… Oh, Merlin missed this, missed him. “Not Gwaine, definitely not Gwaine.”

Merlin let out a laugh, approaching Arthur, shaking his head. “You’re actually here, oh, you’re here!” He placed his hands on Arthur’s face, cupping his cheeks before letting go of him and moving a hand to the pulse point on his neck.

“What are you—”

“Oh, your heart…” Merlin cut him off, his voice a murmur as he fell so easily back into speaking his old, now dead, language. He held his three fingers against Arthur’s pulse, taking a deep breath to compose himself as he felt the steady beat of a heart beneath his hand. Tears stung his eyes despite his will not to cry. He dropped his hand and took a step back to really look at Arthur.

“It’s really beating, you’re really here… Gods, don’t let this be a cruel dream…” Merlin near begged as his eyes scanned his lover’s body, taking in every inch. He was alive.

“Merlin.” Merlin’s eyes snapped back up to Arthur’s face when he said his name, “It’s not a dream, cariad. I promise, I am here, and I am not leaving again. I will never leave you again.”

Merlin’s bottom lip trembled as Arthur opened his arms in a welcoming gesture. He felt the tears threaten to spill, and with a sobbing laugh, he launched himself at his husband, throwing his arms around his neck tightly. Arthur stumbled back slightly with the force of impact. He laughed softly as he regained his balance and wrapped his arms around Merlin’s waist, returning the embrace.

“I have no idea what’s happening, but it feels romantic,” Merlin heard one of the policemen mutter off to the side, in modern day English.

It was only at that moment he processed just how much Arthur was going to have to learn now that he was back. Though, perhaps he could find a spell to help him in the language department… It would make things much easier. Though, he’d have to think of something to tell Cherie later about it all. Ah, that was a problem for future Merlin… He could deal with the witnesses after a few hours with his finally returned King.

“I’m glad to be back—wherever this is,” Arthur muttered, and Merlin finally pulled away from the hug just enough to look at his face. He smiled, genuinely, as a few tears slipped down his face, and pressed their lips together gently. Gods, he missed him so much… When they parted, he let out a sigh and rested his forehead against Arthur’s.

“I’m glad you’re back too…”

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luciehercndale · 3 years

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Congratulations on 8.8k!! That's seriously so cool and you deserve every follower - you are so sweet 💗 I was wondering if you could do 📝 for Will, James and Lucie with the prompt “Do I make myself clear?” and I know we haven't been mutuals for a long time but maybe also 👀 - if not it's okay! Thank you and congrats again :-)

Hi! I know this comes too late (you sent this ask in August!) but I’m done with this prompt. I loved writing this because I love writing Will as a dad with young Lucie and James. I hope you like this 💜

Characters: Will Herondale, Lucie Herondale, James Herondale Rating: T Title: A Walk In The Park

At 32 years old, Will Herondale could say he was satisfied of how his life had turned out. He was married to the person he loved. She wasn’t just his partner, but also his best friend. After they got married, Tessa had been worried that they wouldn’t be able to have children due to her demonic heritage. He had seen how her eyes followed the other children at the Institute.

“Wouldn’t you like a child, Will?” she asked one morning after breakfast. They had just been left alone after Will’s sister Cecily and their friend Charlotte had excused themselves because they had to take care of their children.

Will’s eyes widened. He tried to wear a neutral expression, and not betray any emotion. “I wouldn’t be against having children, of course,” he had said. “But I’m also happy like this.”

He had taken her hand in his. It was silent comfort. Tessa knew that Will was happy either way, and so was she. “So am I,” she had agreed, but there was a melancholic undertone in her voice.

Eventually, James came along.

He was unexpected. After years of trying and not succeeding, he was almost a miracle. A gift. Will had hugged Tessa and turned her body around the drawing room out of excitement, the day that they knew.

“I’m sorry, Tess,” he stopped after a few seconds. “I still haven’t realized that you,” he had looked above and shook his head in disbelief. “We are having a child.”

“Yes, we are,” she echoed, and they had both cried of joy afterwards. And not only then. Every time it was brought up around guests that Will and Tessa were having a child, he would tear up. No one said anything, because they knew that it might not have happened at all.

One year later, came Lucie.

Will thought that fate had been already too kind to them, by making James be born into this world. When Tessa found she expected Lucie, he thought that maybe they had done something nice to deserve another precious gift.

“I would be eternally grateful to whoever granted us with these two amazing children,” he told Tessa one night, while they were about to fall asleep.

She was reading a book, so she had to think a few seconds before realizing his words. “Will, cariad. There is no one to thank but ourselves.”

Will, understanding what she meant, had smirked. “Of course, Tess, I know. I was just saying…”

She chuckled, but her face contorted in pain a moment later, and she touched her already big stomach. “Ouch.”

“What’s wrong?”

“The baby just kicked,” she explained. “What…” she exclaimed, closing her eyes. “She wants to make her presence known. Here, touch.” Tessa had grabbed his hand, and put it over the spot where the baby had just not so nicely grazed her insides with their feet.

“I felt it!” Will had said excitedly, and they were happy.

Six years went by, and James and Lucie had grown. They were six and five now, and couldn’t be more cheerful and curious to discover the world. Especially Lucie, who seemed to like birds and insects a lot. James was more on the shy side. He had already learned how to read and was often alone with his head on a book. But that morning, their father had promised them that they would go to Regent’s Park to enjoy fresh air and be together. They’d also have a picnic on the grass. It would be just the three of them. Tessa, had told them that Cecily needed help with something and she offered to help, so she wouldn’t come. The kids rarely left the Institute these days because it had rained a lot in London, and they were always excited to go out whenever they could. They also loved spending time with their father, of course.

Will’s eyes were closed, but he was not asleep. He felt a little hand on his face before he heard the voice. “Papa, wake up!” said Lucie. “I told you that he forgot,” she lamented, but kept touching his face.

“He never forgets anything, Lucie. He’s going to wake up soon, I’m sure,” James told her. He seemed sure of it, maybe because it was the truth. Will never forgot any appointment he had, and he wouldn’t forget a date with his children either.

Will tried not to smile, but it was difficult. Lucie had started pinching his cheek, and he was about to move his cheek, because her hands were getting angry at his face.

“Papa!” Lucie almost shouted, but she was quieted by Tessa, who had sat down on the bed.

“Will, you better wake up,” she told him. “Or you’ll be late.”

He opened his eyes abruptly, and Lucie gasped. “Papa!” she said again.

And Will smiled.

One hour later, the trio left the Institute. Lucie held Will’s hand, while James held Lucie’s, since their father hand was holding a picnic basket in his other hand. They were talking about some thing their cousins had done while they walked towards the park, and he was grateful that his kids weren’t as chaotic as Cecily’s or Charlotte’s. When they finally approached their destination, Will stopped and looked at James and Lucie.

“Alright, Lucie. James. I’ve told you before we went out, but I want to tell you again,” he began, glancing at his children with seriousness. “We’re not going to the lake; do I make myself clear? That’s the only place that’s off limits.”

“Why, papa?” James asked innocently.

“Because there are ducks at the lake, James,” Lucie reminded him. “And you don’t like ducks either.”

James shrugged. “I guess ducks are okay.”

Will frowned, and Lucie continued. “James, are you taking the duck’s side?!”

He was amused for sure. He was comforted that Lucie had his back, but he wouldn’t say it out loud. The truth was that James had also disliked ducks for a while, until he had moved past from his fear. He didn’t know how he had managed to do it, but he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to forget it until the day he died. And not even then.

“Of course not!” James exclaimed, making a couple turn their heads towards them and frown.

They entered the park then, and roamed around until they were tired, and needed a break. A food break. Lucie and James arranged the blanked on the grass, and set up the things that their cook, Bridget, had prepared for them.

“She also made lemon tarts!” Lucie said with glee.

“We have to eat these other things first, Luce,” James chided her, and grabbed a sandwich.

Will grinned, then he also started eating his food. It had been a fantastic day. James and Lucie were enjoying the sun and the flowers and the trees at the park. They had avoided the lake with the ducks, of course, but he still felt like something was about to…

“Papa,” Lucie said abruptly. She was about to let her sandwich fall on the blanket. She was startled, nervous. He couldn’t say. James stopped eating as well, and looked at his sister.

“What’s wrong, Luce? Do you need water? Do you need the bathroom?”

Lucie shook her head. She was glancing at her father’s side, and he feared to ask what she was seeing. “Papa, behind you…”

At that point, James also directed his stare to Will’s shoulder. His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth in surprise, or worry. “Papa, beware!” he said.

Will turned his head slowly. There was a duck by his side, and he was about to bite his sandwich. It was too sudden, and Will gasped, rose to his feet, and retreated a few feet from the blanket and his kids. James and Lucie didn’t say anything as they stared at the duck who had joined their feet, and was finishing Will’s food. Luckily there wasn’t anyone around.

Will thought he was silly. Why did those ducks cause him so much distress? It was just an aquatic bird! They didn’t even fly. He could just… the duck eventually left. Thankfully.

“Papa, the duck has eaten everything,” Lucie said.

“I guess he likes tuna,” James agreed. “But, papa. Are you… okay?”

Was he? “By the angel, Will Herondale. Get a grip,” he whispered to himself and managed a smile. “Yes, papa is completely fine,” he said as he walked back to his children. “But I see my food is not.” The duck had left a few crumbs on the otherwise pristine blanket.

“Do you want to go back, papa?” Lucie asked.

“Because of the duck? No, Lucie. I promised you we’d spend the entire day here, and a duck won’t stop us.”

“Not even a family of ducks?” James wondered next, looking on the right.

“What?”

But he was kidding, and the three of them laughed. He didn’t tell his kids, but he was scared for a moment that James wasn’t joking.

Will really kept his promise. At six pm, the kids were back at the Institute, happier than they had been once the day had started. Luckily for them, no duck had bothered their lunch or their walks around the park afterwards. And of this, their father was really grateful.

“Did you have fun?” Tessa asked once they were eating their dinner.

“Yes!” both James and Lucie said, and their parents could see the joy in their eyes.

“My favorite part was when dad was attacked by a duck,” James said, making Will almost choke on his food.

Tessa gazed at him, and he blinked. He was also grinning. “Oh, really? Your father had a close encounter with a duck?”

“Yes!” James confirmed. “He was eating his sandwich and the duck came behind him.”

“But we saved him,” Lucie added. “Before the duck would scare papa.”

“Ah, nice,” Tessa nodded. She looked at her husband again, but he was silently eating his food.

“I’m here because of James and Lucie,” Will said after he finished. He glanced at his daughter and his son. They had already forgotten about the conversation, focused on their plates. Tessa took his hand under the table, and she smiled at him, and murmured an I love you. He murmured it back.

At 32, Will was satisfied of how his life had turned out. This was a fact. What was he most grateful for? His family, no doubt. And not even an hungry duck could change his mind.

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allie1804-fan · 3 years

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Kerensa

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9,

Chapter 10

Reunion

8th September. Kerry looked at her phone again, reading through the last message from him. He’d be here tomorrow. Ever since he’d started messaging, she’d hoped she might be able to see him again, maybe they could talk again about their feelings. She knew now that she loved him, that she couldn’t just be friends, it was pointless denying it but maybe he’d moved on. But he was coming all the way to Cornwall to see her, that had to be a good sign right?

“Come on Scout, walkies – I have got to get some fresh air through my brain!”

She did her best to keep occupied as she waited. Luckily she had the cottage to clean on Friday morning for a couple who had booked it for a long weekend. That meant she could put all her fears into energetic scrubbing, polishing and vacuuming while the hours counted down.

She had just sat down with a cup of coffee in her kitchen when he appeared at the open door.

“hey” he said tentatively

Her face broke into a wide grin which he matched.

“Come ’ere”

She went to him, a little cautiously, still wondering how this was all going to play out. To her delight, he gave her the biggest bear hug, whispering into her hair

“boy did I miss you!”

“Me too”

He let her go and they just stood for a few moments, smiling and drinking each other in.

“Pub and a fish finger sandwich?” Kerry volunteered.

“Yeah that sounds just the ticket”

They walked down to the harbour and got a table outside in the late summer sun.

Over lunch she caught him up on her publishing news – she finally had a deal and was currently working with an editor to select the stories that would go in her first collection. Then she also had a novel idea so she was excited to be pushing on with her writing ambitions finally.

He told her about his latest projects and what he’d been doing in London.

“So I saw Cariad yesterday ......” he said, a secret smile on his face at having this surprise to share with her.

“Oh my god, you did it? The Griefcast?”

He nodded

“Yup and you were right, it WAS good for my soul. It won’t be out for a while but I’ll give you the heads up. I guess you’re subscribed anyways right?”

She nodded, taking another bite of her sandwich.

“Wow, I’m so pleased you did it. So it was OK right? Not too painful?”

“I did almost lose it, quite early on, but then we got into it and, it felt, errr, really good to remember them both and tell someone else about them. I hadn’t expected that. Cheryl thought I’d gone off my rocker when I told her I was doing it!” he chuckled at the memory.

Kerry laughed “I bet she thought you’d been taken over by aliens or something”

“Pretty much!”

They chatted on, the conversation light and factual, then with lunch done, they settled the bill.

“Do you want to go down to the beach?” she asked

“Err, no can we just head back to yours? I’d like to talk to you, somewhere private”

“Oh, OK”

As they walked up the hill, he dared to take her hand in his. She looked down at their intertwined hands then back up at him, a small smile on her lips.

Back at the house, she poured them each some ice tea and they went outside to her courtyard and settled in her swing seat.

“So” Keanu began

“So?” she queried

“So, I wanted to tell you a bit more about when I went home, not just what I’ve been doing but how I’ve been feeling”

Kerry swallowed hard, wondering where he was headed with this line of conversation.

He took her hands in his and held her gaze.

“You see, the thing is, uh, the minute I was heading home back in June, I wanted to turn around. I wished we hadn’t left it, left us as a lost cause. I wished that we’d found a way to be together. And once I was home, my friends all said I was like a lovesick puppy! They told me to get my sorry ass back down here and tell you, sweep you off your feet, whisk you away but I don’t know if it’s just me who feels this way I don’t know what you want. I mean, I’d move here in a heartbeat if that’s the only way to be with you! Is there Hope Kerry? My beautiful Sweet Kerensa, please say there is!”

His eyes were soft and pleading, not to mention glassy with unshed tears. Kerry stifled a sob and threw her arms around his neck, burying her face there, breathing him in. His arms came around her and held her tight but she still hadn’t said anything and his heart fluttered with worry.

Even when he pulled back to look questioningly in her eyes, she didn’t declare her feelings but rather stood up and said “wait there”

She was back quickly, holding something made of dark grey fabric. She sat down next to him again on the swing seat and handed it to him.

“This is yours”

He shook it out, revealing a grey Arch Motorcycles T-shirt.

“I found it balled up under the bed after you left. I’ve washed it, but only yesterday. Before that, I was sleeping with it every night breathing in your scent and wishing so hard we hadn’t left it the way we did. So yes, Keanu, there is hope. I’ve missed you so much - I fell in love with you back in May and I do want to be with you. I just don’t quite know how we’ll make it work but I know I want to”

He silenced her then with a kiss - only this time no one had to stop just as the fireworks started - their tongues danced together and he moaned, pulling her tight against him, hungrily drinking her in. Eventually, he pulled back smiling broadly then giving her contented little pecks on her lips, cheeks and forehead.

“So” she asked “what do we do? Have you thought about what you want, what might work? How we can do this?” she gestured between them.

“Well, you know, before I came, I kind of played out the different scenarios in my head, you know a) I declare my love for you and you say “sorry but I realised after you left it was just infatuation” or b) before I even declare myself, you introduce me to your new boyfriend” Kerry snorted at that

“as if”

“or finally c) that it would be ok and the feelings would be mutual” she gave his hand a squeeze at that.

“So when I let myself run with option c) I imagined that we’d go back to Tresco, where I really started to fall for you and what I imagined is talking there, you know, about how we make it work and, more importantly, actually doing all the things I dreamed of doing with you when we were there before.”

“Like?”

“Like holding your hand, like putting my arms around you, like kissing you, like making love with you……”

Kerry blushed, hiding her face against his chest “so before I came I made some arrangements, you know, living in hope”

“You did?”

“Uh huh, so I hope this is ok”

“So tell me”

“Well I spoke to John, and he’s going to look after Scout for a few days and sort out the cottage after the weekenders go, and tomorrow at 11 we’re flying out to St Mary’s (I decided not to put you through helicopter hell this time!) and then we’re going back to the New Inn only this time I’ll be free, I trust, to show you what I wanted to do so often when we were there in May. Is it OK?”

Kerry looked up and into his eyes, a warm smile playing on her lips. She held her hand against his cheek

“Yes Keanu, it’s very, very OK.”

Then she kissed him softly slipping her arms up around his neck They kissed for a while before she pulled away “How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”

“I feel the same”

Later they walked Scout along the beach and had an ice cream then went home to pack their things ready for the morning and have a light supper. By 10pm, Keanu was yawning.

“You’re probably still jet-lagged aren’t you?”

“A tad maybe. Uhm, where shall I sleep?”

“Err would you sleep with me? Just sleep I mean.” Kerry rushed to clarify “It’s not that I don’t want you but, err after your speech about Tresco, I really want our first time to be there. Is that silly?”

“No, not silly at all. I want that too”

“wow a man who’s prepared to wait!”

“I’m an old man remember, not a horny teenager, well I am horny, just looking at you makes me horny. “ Kerry giggled.

“But I still want to wait”

“Well ok then, glad we’re on the same page”

They locked up and went to her room where they were both proud to say they just slept, Keanu spooning behind her, his hand gently cupping her breast through her pjs.

Kerry woke at 8, feeling Keanu’s warm breath on her neck. She wanted to pinch herself. When he’d said he was coming, she had felt some hope but how things had unfolded was beyond her wildest dreams. She started to move, then felt his grip tighten and a low moan rumble against her before he planted a soft kiss on her neck then whispered:

“don’t go, you’re so lovely and warm”

“I have to shower and dry my hair and we’re leaving in not much more than an hour”

“Ok, just 5 minutes more then I’ll take Scout round to John. Is the food still in the utility room?” (Keanu had looked after Scout himself once when Kerry had a meeting in London whilst he was renting the cottage.)

“Yup”

Kerry turned in his arms and gave him a kiss

“I’m so glad you’re here”

“Me too” he grinned and kissed her back before throwing back the covers to get on with their trip preparations.

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Family Pride or Clan Trevor

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This Passage Contains Potentially: swearing, violence, blood, angst, whump, fluff and very smutty content.

Summary: Rod and Kirby talk more about what a potential future together might look like and Rod meets the rest of the Trevor Clan.

Kirby's POV:

The rest of the day was quiet, too quiet, almost as if Roddy was planning something for the get-together tomorrow. The morning of the Twenty-Ninth was quiet still, then we had to leave to go to the get together, we got in my dad's Vauxhall Firenza and I zoned out until we reached the community centre and parked in the overflow parking lot.

I spotted two of my cousins walking over, the identical twins, Mona and Meredith, with their husbands and kids not to far behind them.

"Su’mae"

"Su’mae" They repeated, in unison.

My skin crawled as I recalled all the times over the years that the twins had spooked me.

"Beth ydy eich enw chi?" Mona attempted to ask Roddy.

"Mon, he doesn't speak Welsh, this is Roddy. Rod, this is Mona and Meredith."

"Hi Ladies, I'm Rod, Kirby's boyfriend."

"Cariad?" Meredith looked up at me, my face unmasked showing flushed cheeks, "Cawsoch chi'ch hun yn gariad?"

"Aye."

"Llongyfarchiadau!"

"Thank you, Meredith, How're the kids?"

"Oh, They're fine."

"You speak English?" Rod asked, incredulous.

"Of course we do." The twins answered in unison.

Rod shot me a concerned look, I gave him a knowing but still somewhat scared look in return.

We walked into the centre and I immediately saw the 'welcome home' banner and I couldn't stop the rush of emotions and Rod noticed the change in me, seeing the softer and much more hidden side of me, the part of me that never wanted to leave my homeland for the USA. I rushed outside, sitting on the bench next to the door, Roddy following quickly behind me.

"Woah, woah. Are ya alright, baby?"

"I'm fine, just a little light-headed is all."

"Don't you go lying ta me."

"I'm just a little emotional, Rod, it's been a while since I was here and I haven't seen half of my family for much longer than that."

My cousins Pat and Rod came up to the bench.

"Hey Kirby, new fella."

"Hey Patrick, Roderick. Uhh, boys, this is my boyfriend, Roddy. Roddy, my cousins, Patrick and Roderick."

"So," Pat started, "When's the wedding?"

"What are ya talkin' about," Rod (My cousin, Roderick) added, "There's got to be an engagement party before a weddin, Paddy."

"I know Roddy, but then there's also the Hen and Stag Do's, too."

"So, How long you two been dating?"

"Not long enough for you two to be making those jokes." I chided

"Okay, we'll leave you two to your business."

They scarpered off quite quickly after that, leaving me and Roddy (Piper) alone for a while.

"Those two are weird."

"Rod, they're family, of course they're weird."

"They raise a fair point though."

"What do you mean?!" I shot him a confused look

"Well, when would our wedding be?"

"That depends."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, knowing your 'appetite' it depends on if you y'know put me 'up the duff' so to speak, before or after the end of the year."

"Well, if I get you 'knocked up' before the end of the year, you'd marry me at the start f next year?"

"Exactly."

"What if I get you 'knocked up' before the end of next month?" he teased

"Roddy, don't tease me, boyo."

"Oh come on, we'll sneak back to ya Da's Firenza, get in the back, shack up and-"

I covered Rod's mouth with my hand, "Don't be a fuckwit, Roderick," I let him speak again.

"I'm not being a 'fuckwit', I'm suggesting," he placed his hand on my thigh, close to my knee, slowly moving his hand closer to my groin, "We go, shack up, fly back before the second of Feb, if I get you pregnant, then we'll get married sooner rather than later, if I don't then we'll try again."

"Rod, I'm twenty-nine."

"So am I, until April seventeenth. Why? When are you suggesting I get ya 'Knocked up'?"

"I dunno, when I'm thirty, or in my thirties. Not now."

"So, next year. I think I can wait until then," He then whispered something to himself that I could barely hear, "If I don't get blue balls and die."

"Roddy!"

"Ya heard that, didn't ya."

"Rod, I, you, ugh."

"C'mere baby." He pulled me closer, one hand on my thigh and the other cupping my cheek, giving me a quick kiss on the lips, "I love ya baby, I would wait an eternity to have a family with you," He pulled me back into a longer and more passionate kiss, pulling away when we both needed to breathe.

"I love you, Piper."

"Do you want me to marry ya, before we have kids?"

"Preferably, I don't want you to leave me."

"I'd never leave ya, never, not me."

"Yeah, like you're Prince fucking Arthur."

"That would make you my Guinevere."

"I'm nothing like Guinevere."

The rest of the evening was quite quiet, a family meal at a local restaurant, resulting in a drunken Roddy and me getting somewhat tipsy. Safe to say, my Da did not enjoy driving us back to the house. But I had sobered up somewhat by the time we were in bed for the night, Rod not so much.

"Oh, baby, let me make love to ya."

"Rod, shush."

"But we could be havin' so much fun."

"Roddy, get some rest or you'll hate yourself in the morning."

"But I just wanna kiss ya, and hug ya, and stuff ya pretty little maw wit ma co-"

"Roderick. Shut up."

"Fine, fine. I'll get some sleep, ya bi-"

I pulled him into a rough and passionate kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth before pulling away and shifting positions to straddle his lap.

"ya big sexy beast, c'mere."

He pulled me down into another rough but passionate kiss, using his free hand to grind my grin against his, making sure that I can feel the heat rising from his crotch, barely covered by his briefs, grinding against my own barely clothed frame. The bulge in his pants pressing into the curve of my groin, Rod letting out small grunts and groans, feeling his hand move from my ass to the front of my crotch before feeling him rub at my clit before he slipped his hand into my boxer shorts, rubbing at my clit before checking to see if I'm wet, letting out a satisfied grunt before pulling away from the kiss.

"Would you like me to get you off, Roddy?"

"How about, you give me my release and I give you yours."

"Sure, but we gotta keep this quiet."

Rod pulled me into another heated make out session.

When we woke up the following morning, limbs intertwined, Rod's body on top of mine.

"Morning, beautiful."

"Good Morning, my love."

"What day is it?"

"Monday. Thirtieth, January. Nineteen Eighty-Four."

"I gotta make some calls."

Rod tried to get up, not realising how intertwined our legs were, climbing out of the bed, pulling us both off the bed and landing on his back on the floor with a thud.

"Oh my God, Roddy, are you okay?"

"I'm alright baby, I'm ok, you?"

"I'm alright. I was scared that I hurt ya."

"Nah, you could never hurt me."

I got off of him, pulling him up afterwards and kissing him before he went off to make the calls he needed to. I did my morning routine, my Mam gave me a coffee and I set myself up in the gym half of the garage.

At least an hour passed before I saw Roddy again, I was drinking the final drops of my coffee when he rushed into the gym his concerned expression instantly turning into relief.

"Ya alright, handsome."

"I'm okay honey, I'm okay. Turns out we need to leave earlier than planned, as in before the fourth."

"Then we'll leave tomorrow, my parents will understand. My Da won't like us leaving so soon, so if I were you, I'd go build the familial bridge now so that he doesn't kill ya."

"Alright, I'll go do that. I love ya. Oh, you have a match on the Sixth against S.D Jones."

"Okay, I love you."

I spent another hour in the gym before Piper returned.

"Ya Da has said that he'll kill me if I hurt ya or break ya heart, however he knows that we need to go back to work eventually and trusts that you'll put me in my place."

"Sounds like my Da, hey Hot Rod."

"Hey baby," He got closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, "gimme some sugar."

"No, I'm covered in sweat," I tried to avoid him kissing my neck but failed, "alright, fine, fine. I give in."

He cupped my jaw with his left hand, pulling me down into the kiss, his eyebrows knitted together and my eyelids fluttered closed for a moment, letting Rod control the moment. The moment Rod pulled away I pressed my forehead to his.

"Do you wanna watch me work out?"

"You box, Rod?"

"Golden Gloves Champion. Black belt in Judo, too."

"Handsome and athletic, you are the whole package."

"Thanks for the compliment, but y'know, a strong man is only as strong as his partner."

"Do you mean me or Orndorff and Schultz?"

"You, ya dafty."

"Rod."

"Yes, Kirby?"

"Do you wanna leave tonight, red eye flight, get back before tomorrow morning?"

"Sure, if that's what ya wanna do, we'll go tonight."

"Rod."

"Yeah."

"I want … I would like," I took a second to compose myself," I would like to have a family with you."

He pulled away, locking eyes with me, his tone optimistic, "Really?"

"Absolutely," I wiped a tear away from my eye, "I want to marry you, I want to be a wife and a mother and I want to be with you."

"Do you want to live here, or in the States?"

"Well, America would mean we can work easier."

He let out a small chuckle, smirking up at me, "I love ya, I want to marry ya and be with ya through thick and thin, anything happens, I'll be by your side."

"Promise me, you won't fight with Damien any more."

"I promise you I won't. Promise me, you'll let me tell people about us."

"I promise you, you can tell whoever you want."

"Let's go make ourselves a new home, alright baby?"

"Yeah."

We packed our things and my Da drove us to the airport. I gave my parents a tearful goodbye and we got the next flight back to New Jersey, checking into a hotel in Edison and I left Piper for half an hour to pick up the D200, collecting my paperwork from a nearby DMV centre and going back to the hotel. Rod opened the door, letting me in and slumping on the double bed next to me.

"Hey beautiful."

"Hi Rod, help me with this, please." I gestured to the paperwork

"What is it?"

"Insurance stuff, getting you insured on the D200."

"Give it here, I'll deal with it."

"No Rod, I'm capable of filling it out, just help me with the details."

"Just, gimme the papers," He leaned over and kissed my neck, "let me handle it, baby."

"Not with the mood you're in."

"I can't help that you're sexy."

"Rod, stop thinking with ya dick for five minutes and help me."

"Alright, fine."

We were almost finished with the paperwork when there was a knocking at the door.

"Who is it?"

"Piper, let me in or I'm kicking this door down." The muffled voice threatened.

"Shit, that's Schultz."

"Holy shit, Piper. Are you fucking the female giant?"

That was not Schultz's voice. It sounded like Orndorff.

Piper groaned as he opened the door.

"I'm not fucking her right now, Paul."

"Hi Schultz, Orndorff. Rod get your ass back over here and help me with this."

"Pay me." Rod teased

"With what?" I jokingly responded

"With sex" Schultz and Orndorff said almost simultaneously, giving each other a knowing look.

"All three of you share a brain." I mumbled

Piper groaned, gesturing for me to give him the papers, I complied and he read through it, mumbling the words of the document to himself.

Schultz looked from me to Piper before nudging Orndorff's arm, "They look like they're already married, Paul. Piper's got himself a wife."

"I'm not his wife-"

"She's my girlfriend." Roddy interrupted

"I was gonna say that Roddy."

"I know baby, I know."

"Jeez Rod, get her pregnant or somethin' boy."

"David!" I chided

"I would, but she's got a fight on the sixth."

"Roddy!" Orndorff chastised

We spent the rest of the evening with the boys and eventually I fell asleep next to Roddy. I woke up the next morning with Roddy next to me.

"Morning Kirby."

"Good morning, Roderick, ya handsome fool."

"I love you too honey," Rod kissed my forehead, "I filed the paperwork for ya."

"Thank you. What's the time?"

"About, half ten in the morning. Do ya wanna go grab breakfast?"

"I'd thought you'd never ask."

END OF FAMILY PRIDE or CLAN TREVOR

#wrestling fic #Lucifarians

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tefanfics · 4 years

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Chapter 59

“I think this might be a bad idea, babe.”

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my camera from the camera bag. I put the strap over my head and let it rest on the back of my neck as the camera itself laid on top of my belly.

“You’re nine months pregnant. Little one will be here any day. I’m not sure doing a session is the best idea,” Taron spoke up from my office chair.

“It’s just a family session, T. The parents with their two kids.” I turned the camera on and checked my SD card to make sure there was plenty of memory still.

“Exactly. There are kids and that means you’ll move around a lot so you’ll be on their level. You always squat and kneel down to get pictures of kids,” Taron countered, raising his eyebrows to give me a stern look.

I shrugged even though I knew he was right. He had been around me enough while I took photos to know by now. “Guess I just won’t do that then.”

Taron scoffed in response. “I’m doubtful.”

“Rude!”

Taron stood up, a smile playing on his lips as he came around the desk and kissed my cheek. In a quick movement, he bent over and placed a kiss on my belly. “I’ll be in the living room. Just yell if you need help, okay?”

“I’ll be fine, T. I promise.”

“You’re stubborn.”

I shrugged again and started to make sure the rest of my equipment was ready to go. The clients were going to be here soon and I wanted to be as prepared as possible. Things were a lot harder to do now so preparation was key.

The session went smoothly. I was getting all the shots that I wanted and things were looking great.

Suddenly there was a small pain as I squatted just a little to snap a photo. I pushed the thought aside as I stood up and continued with the session.

A little bit later I thought I felt something wet trickle down my leg but I shoved the thought aside. We were nearing the end of the session and I really didn’t want to lose focus now.

“What’s that?” The little boy shouted, pointing to the ground near me.

His father hushed him as they posed again, smiling widely for the camera.

The same wet sensation registered again as I moved the camera from my face. I looked down at my jeans and saw a wet patch. I furrowed my brow in confusion as I trailed the wet spots down to the ground. I wasn’t sure whether or not to be embarrassed as I looked back up and scanned the faces of my clients.

“I- I…” I stammered, looking for the words.

“Is your husband here?” The mother of the family asked. I gave her a quick nod before she removed herself from the posed group and disappeared from my office.

I pulled the camera from over my head and sat it on the desk, shutting it off in the process. I looked back at the family and met the eyes of the father. “I’m so sorry. I can’t-“

“Don’t apologize!” He said quickly, attempting a comforting smile. His children asked question after question, though neither of us provided answers.

Finally the mother reappeared with Taron on her heels. I could see the worry in his eyes and he rushed to my side.

“I’m okay,” I assured him but it wasn’t entirely true. I was panicked. It didn’t seem possible that it was almost time for little one to make their appearance.

Taron’s hand make a quick graze across my stomach as he kissed my temple then escorted the family from my office and out of the house. Taron returned quickly and I could tell I wasn’t the only one contemplating panic.

“Hospital bag,” I managed as I leaned against my desk, rubbing my hands against my belly. Taron nodded and ran out of the room again.

The next couple of hours were a blur. Between getting into the car and rushing to the hospital, getting checked in and taken to a room. I was certain they’d send us home and tell us to come back when contractions were closer together but they admitted us immediately. Contractions were getting more painful as time went on but it seemed like progress was far too slow for the amount of pain coursing through me.

I found myself constantly reaching for Taron. Grasping his leg or his hand or his arm, whatever I could manage to get my hands on.

“It’s alright, babe!” Taron tried to comfort me, letting me keep ahold of him though I could see hints of pain in his face.

“Easy for you to say!” I gasped, my shoulders up and tense as I leaned into the pillow behind me on the hospital bed. “God! Why did I think this was a good idea!?”

I thought I heard a soft chuckle from Taron but the second I looked at him, the smile from his face disappeared quickly. He squeezed my hand back as I buried the back of my head further into the pillow and shut my eyes. I could hear the nurses talking and discussing what was to come. One said what I was dilated to but I was too focused on the contractions that were growing closer together to pay any mind to what she said. Taron was answering and trying to repeat things to me.

I shook my head and just focused on the way my body was behaving. I tried to time where I was between contractions, just by counting the seconds. Sure it was tedious and long but it gave me something to put my concentration on.

This process seemed to go on and on. I was sick of hearing the nurses and doctor tell me I’d be there soon, that our baby would make its appearance any moment. Part of me felt bad for continuously snapping at Taron though he never seemed to mind. Instead he’d just keep ahold of my hand and remind me why were here.

I don’t know how long I stayed on that hospital bed before someone finally said something worth remembering.

“Alright, Rose… Looks like you’re at about 9 centimeters. You’re almost there! Baby will be here soon,” the doctor said. “You two did the birthing class, correct?”

I gave a little nod as I took a sharp breath, another contraction hitting. “Shit!”

Taron laughed this time and I yanked my hand from his, lightly hitting his arm. “Sorry, babe. Couldn’t help it,” he answered as he stood up. He leaned over me and kissed the top of my head before putting his hand on my stomach. “Little one will be here soon…”

I looked up and met his gaze, seeing him blink back tears. “Stop it or I’ll start crying too.”

“Fine,” he playfully sighed. Taron chuckled and nodded before leaning over once again and kissing my stomach.

Another contraction took over and I reached for Taron’s hand, squeezing more. “Oh god! I can’t do this, I can’t do this,” I panicked. My other hand found Taron’s as well as I shook my head. “T, I can’t do this!”

“Hey, hey, yes you can. Deep breaths, okay? Just like we practiced,” he answered. He kept my gaze as I took the same breaths with him that we had practiced in the birthing class.

At first it felt as though it would do nothing for me until finally my focus was purely on him.

It was easy to see the excitement on him. The way he was bouncing in palace, how he could hardly keep the smile off of his face, the tears that kept reappearing as they welled in his eyes.

God I loved him.

When the doctor returned, she checked once again and just like that things seemed to fly. The doctor got into place and nurses seemed to be at the ready. Taron was glued at my side as I grasped his hand and forearm as hard as I could as I pushed at every command the doctor gave.

It was happening. Our baby was coming into the world. Tears streaked my face as I cried out over and over.

I wish I could say it seemed to be quick and over in no time but god it seemed to take forever. My hands hurt from how tightly I kept ahold of Taron and there was a brief second where I worried if I had hurt him before I had to push again.

Taron looked down at me, moving the hairs that were clinging to my wet face. “Almost there, alright?” He encouraged. “You’re doing great, baby. Keep going!”

I shook my head, trying to argue but I couldn’t help the cry that escape again as I pushed more. I wanted to fight, to argue that I couldn’t handle this any longer.

Then suddenly there was a tiny cry. A new sound in the room that wasn’t my own cries or Taron’s soothing words. I knew exactly what it was. There was a tightness in my throat growing as my lower lip began to tremble, my grip on Taron starting to lessen.

It was such a blur. The doctor cut the umbilical chord after a moment and before I could even process it, my baby was in my arms and close to my chest.

“Congratulations you two. Meet your son.”

“Son…” I heard Taron gasp.

My focus was on the tiny thing in my arms. He was still crying, though it seemed to be growing quieter as I put my arms carefully around him. My fingertips gently ran over over the peach fuzz for hair on the top of his head. I tilted my head to try and get the best look at his face.

He already looked like Taron. His lips thin and his nose just the same. Eye shape almost exactly the same. But the eye color he had inherited from me. Somewhere between blue and gray.

My crying had never stopped- it had only grown quieter as I held our son. It didn’t seem possible that he was here already. Nine months had gone so quickly.

Taron sat down on the bed, reaching and running a finger back and forth on our son’s cheek.

“We have a son,” he said quietly.

I wanted to look away from our son, to see Taron but I couldn’t. My attention was purely devoted to him. “He’s perfect…,” I murmured. “Taron, just look at him…” My words seemed to catch in my throat as I admired him. It felt like my heart was swelling in my chest the longer I looked at him. “My sweet boy… How can I love him so much and he just got here?”

A weak chuckle escaped Taron’s lips. “I love him too.. You did so good, Rose. I’m so proud of you. I love you.”

“I love you too, T.”

We sat quietly, just taking our little one in and watching his eyes flutter open and shut. “He needs a name,” Taron said, his hand now on the back of our baby’s head.

We had gone through tons and tons of names but we hadn’t ever agreed on one. It was hard to imagine what to name our child when we had no clue what we were having and I wanted to see our little one before picking something.

Now that I saw him, I knew exactly what his name was.

“Alexander Cariad.”

“Cariad?” Taron repeated to me.

I nodded, finally looking at Taron. His own cheeks were wet from tears as he smiled widely at me. “Keep it Welsh,” I answered with a little smile.

Taron leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips then to my forehead. “Alexander Cariad Egerton…” I could see the proud look on his face as he turned his attention back to

I smiled as he wiped my cheeks, collecting tears with his thumbs just before I could look back at our little one. “Handsome… Just like his daddy.”

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A/N: Thank you for being patient with me, loves. The last few weeks have been a lot and I needed to give my mind a rest. Also just a reminder: I am not a mother, I haven’t given birth so anything I write is from research or asking friends and family. If you notice anything, feel free to DM me. <3

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cariadlovescodwomen · 6 months

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i’ve sucked it up for so long, but it’s actually killing me now 😭

we (i) need more cod women content on this app!! platonic or romantic; valeria, kate, farah

i don’t care for könig, horangi, gromsko, etc

i want roze, calisto, stiletto, luna, kleo, nova!!! i love them so much it hurts

headcanons, fics, whatever

i doubt anyone’s gonna see this, but oh, well 🤷‍♀️

i am *not* trying to make anyone write for characters they don’t want to/don’t know very well!

anyway, thanks for listening, lol 😭

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zodiacal-dust-and-curls · 5 years

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Gŵr Tŷ

A/N: Y'all voted for it and here it is!!! Next is Roger. I hope you like it. It's based on one of the funniest sentences Duolingo has used to help me learn Welsh. I cackled for so long. I love this language so freaking much. This os a completely blank slate reader ( except I gave them my career. Sorry)! Proofread by the every lovely @rogers-wristbands and @mollymarymarie 🖤🖤🖤 idk what I'd do without the two of you. Probably torture some other poor souls with my nonsense. Bless you.

Warnings: adoptions, children, parenthood, feelings of inadequacy, kissing

Word count: precisely 1k

Today was one of those days that promised to be good. You could feel it in your bones as you woke up next to the love of your life.

You had cuddled up to him in your sleep as you often did in the cold of winter. Having a space heater for a husband definitely paid off.

With your nose pressed to his shoulder, you were ready to enjoy a few moments of peace before the day really started. What you weren't ready for was the words that left his lips.

"Gŵr tŷ dw i."

It was so quiet you almost missed it. You knew he had been feeling down lately. After your leave from work had ended, Gwilym had stayed at home with your child.

You felt awful about it. It was never intended to be this way, not for so long.

"Nonsense." You mumbled it to him through his skin. He would always be so much more than a simple house-husband.

"Good morning, cariad." Gwilym's mood did not seem to improve with your disagreement. "You weren't supposed to hear that."

"I know." You let out a breath as he turned around to face you. These quiet moments were few and far between with little Morgan still being so new. The both of you were hesitant to speak above a whisper.

"You know that it's not true, right?" You just looked at him. Hoping that he would believe the same thing you did with all your heart.

Gwilym had an amazing career. He'd been Brian May on the big screen and befriended him in real life. He'd been in numerous dramas and had a role on Midsomer. Things were a little slow at the moment, but they would pick back up. You couldn't explain how you knew, but you did.

"Even if it isn't true, that's how I feel." He'd scooted down to press your foreheads together. "I've done no new projects for months. Basically, since we started the formal process for Morgan." He let out a sigh. "I just feel a little useless being at home all day while you're out saving lives."

"My love, what I do is far from saving lives." This was true. You worked as a pharmacist and the closest you'd gotten to saving a life was giving an EpiPen.

"It's still important." Was he starting to pout? "More important than what I do."

"Right now, what you do is more important to me than anything I've done in my life." You pulled his chin so that he met your eyes. Your legs had found their way together, effectively holding the both of you in place.

"You stay home all day with our child. The child we fought for, for months." You could see he was starting to believe you. "My two favorite people, my two great loves, are together at home, my favorite place in the world. I won't get to have that thought for long. Soon you'll be back to voice acting or auditions and some stranger will have Morgan. What will I do then?"

"You know my parents will take Morgan." He rolled his eyes a bit.

"I know. But no one will be here making memories or having fun to tell me about when I get home." You didn't know exactly how to impress upon him how important this was to you. Your child and the love of your life, bonding together.

"I took every bit of leave I could to spend time with the two of you." You'd pressed your noses together keeping your lips inches apart. "If I didn't go back, I'd lose my career. It's the first thing I ever fought for and I can't let it go." A tear had managed to work it's way down your cheek. When had you started crying?

Gwilym knew that you'd had to fight for everything. You fought for your education, your job, him, and now your family.

"I know." He pressed your lips together. The kiss was sweet and full of emotion. You couldn't find words to express how much you loved coming home to him and Morgan. Leaving them was the hardest thing you did every day.

The kiss was cut short by the loud cry of the 6 month old in question. You quickly got out of bed, eager to see your child.

"Good morning to you too, my little love." You scooped the wailing infant out of their crib. "Let's get you changed and fed, yeah? I'm sure your daddy would love to see a happy baby this morning."

Putting a microwave and mini fridge in the nursery was the best idea you'd ever had. You could change and feed Morgan without stumbling through the dark house.

After a fresh diaper, onesie, and the beginning of a bottle, you and Morgan padded back down the hall to your room.

"Look who's awake!" You weren't sure if you were talking to Gwilym or Morgan, but the news was well received by both of them.

Gwilym smiled up from his phone at the two of you. "My, my. What a happy baby."

"Yes, yes." You were refocused on Morgan, making sure that there was no spit up or spills. "Such a happy baby." You couldn't stop yourself from making faces and cooing at them.

"Give me my child." Gwil started to get out of bed, finally.

"No. I don't think I will." You started to move back towards the door. "In fact, I think we're going to run away together."

Gwilym pressed a kiss to your forehead and dropped to press one to Morgan's as well. "Why don't we all run away together?" He wrapped his arms around the pair of you, peering over your shoulder to watch Morgan finish breakfast.

"I think that's an excellent idea, gŵr tŷ." You pressed a kiss to his scruffy cheek.

Today was going to be good. There were too many possibilities for the three of you for it to be bad.

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Gŵr tŷ dw i. = I'm a house-husband.

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee fluff #gwilym lee fic #children #dad #t writes #Gŵr tŷ

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dear-evanrosier · 3 years

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This is written for James' birthday. I'm mad he's not alive.

This is also a modern AU with no Voldy

Translations are at the bottom :)

“Can you tell me why the bloody fuck we decided to go to a theme park in November?”

“James, mate, you’re scaring the children.” Sirius scolded, and James huffed in response.

"I can see my bloody breath! And you aren’t cold cause you’ve got your bloody boyfriend to warm you up. And Pete couldn’t come, no matter how much he wanted and unless your brother-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Potter.” Regulus bit, and James made a disgruntled noise when Remus laughed.

“Oh, don’t you even start, Remus. Sirius is practically drowning in your jacket. No wonder neither of you wankers are complaining!”

“Language!”

“Is there a problem, ma’am?” James asked politely, and the woman huffed.

“Yes. I don’t want you talking that way in front of my son.”

“I’m not allowed to say wanker?”

“Hey! What did I just say? I am behind you, and I want you to stop speaking in those disgusting words.”

James was confused for a second before his face was plastered in a shit-eating grin.

“Je parle une langue. Français, pour être exact.”

“What? Speak english,we’re in America.” The women snapped, and Sirius snickered from behind James while Remus groaned, and Regulus looked torn between bewilderment and amusement.

“Quid de latine? Nec?”

The woman was obviously growing frustrated, and James took full advantage of it.

Someone further back in the line yelled “Mynnwch y bachgen!” but James didn’t pay it much mind, instead staring the woman who was almost red in the face with her anger.

“Well,if that’s all.” James gave a polite smile and turned back to his friends. "Happy birthday, Sirius."

Sirius let out a bark of laughter and pushed closer into Remus, pulling the jacket tighter around them. Regulus looked at James with amusement and confusion.

“What?”

“You speak Welsh? And French and Latin?” Regulus asked, and James nodded.

“I mean, obviously. What else could I have been speaking?”

Regulus rolled his eyes and turned back around to the front of the line, pointing forward. “We aren’t too far from the front. Maybe five minutes.”

After they had ridden the roller coaster (James screamed, Regulus laughed at him) they decided to get some food before getting on another ride, the ride being a carousel.

“Why a carousel? Sirius, you’re turning twenty-two, not two.” Regulus reasoned, though they were already in line and it didn’t do much.

“Because I can. Besides, I’m not acting like I’m two. ”

“Yeah? Well look at James! He’s acting like he’s five!”

“Hey!”

“Oh, you are!”

“It’s cold, okay! I’m trying to stay warm!”

“You’re a bloody wizard!” Regulus whisper-shouted, careful to not be overheard. “Use a damn heating charm!”

“Remus took my wand!” James whispered back, and Remus smiled from in front of them.

“If you say so.”

This continued a few more times until Regulus grew tired of it, gripping James’ shoulders to get him to stop.

“Quit it, Potter.”

“Make me, Black.”

James started bobbing his head again, and then Regulus’ hands weren’t on his shoulders.

James brought his hands up to Regulus’ face, cradling his cheeks and angling his head as he deepened the kiss.

“Oi!” Sirius shouted from somewhere, though it was hard for James to focus on anything except for Regulus surrounding him and filling every one of his senses.

"Stop snogging my brother and get on the ride." Sirius' voice came, and James broke their kiss, still holding Regulus' face, to face Sirius.

"No."

And he turned back around, reconnecting his and Regulus' lips.

"Fine then. Come on, Moony. Leave Prongs to defile my baby brother."

Translations (if i messed up on any of these, I apolgize.)

"Je parle une langue. Français, pour être exact.”----- "I am speaking a language. French, to be exact."

“Quid de latine? Nec?”------- “What about Latin? No?”

Mynnwch y bachgen!-----Get the boy!

#marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #regulus black #they meet a karen #cause i can #this took 2 days #starchaser #jegulus #fanfiction #my own creation #why do i have so many tags #background wolfstar #its there

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writingfortoomanyfandoms · 5 years

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The Colour Green

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Summary: The reader and Gwilym run into her ex boyfriend and Gwilym gets jealous, causing a fight and the reader proves to him how much she loves him

Requested: Yo Gwil does not get enough love. Could you write something for him like he’s insecure next to reader’s ex boyfriend? Thanks so much, love your work 😘

Warnings: Age gap, swearing, jealousy (is that a warning??)

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first full-scale Gwil fic! I hope you guys enjoy it - I love writing for him so much and I’m kinda quite happy with how this one turned out. Please remember to like, reblog, leave comments, send me asks and let me know what you guys think of it! I love talking to you guys, it honestly makes my day 10x better!!! I love you all so much!!!

“Cariad, are you ready to go?” Gwilym called, buttoning up his shirt as he wandered into their bedroom, where Y/N was still getting ready. She turned when she saw him enter the room through the mirror she was in front of and smiled at him.

“Pretty much,” she assured him.

“Pretty much?” Gwilym echoed, cocking his eyebrows. “What else do you need to do? You already look absolutely breath-taking,” he commented, moving towards her and resting his hands on her waist, gently connecting their lips. Y/N giggled.

“You’re so cute,”

“That’s what I’m going for,” Gwilym nodded solemnly, but it broke into a grin when Y/N started laughing.

“I just need to grab my phone,” she told him and Gwilym nodded, loosening his grip on her waist so she could walk away. “What time are we meant to be meeting the guys and Luce?” She asked and Gwilym looked at his watch.

“I told Joe six but he’ll almost certainly be late,” Gwilym shrugged and Y/N rolled her eyes, a chuckle slipping past her lips.

“I got a text from Ben saying that he was running a bit late as well,” she mentioned, looking down at her phone.

“So if we leave now we’ll be right on time!” Gwilym exclaimed with faux enthusiasm and Y/N laughed, holding out her hand for her boyfriend to take.

“Let’s go then, we want to be able to shame Joe and Ben for being late,” Y/N grinned, pulling Gwilym’s hand and leading him out of their apartment.

Gwilym knew all about Y/N’s ex boyfriend. They had been together for a year and a half so the topic had been bound to come up at one stage or another. But Gwilym hated it when it did. Of course he had wanted to know about Y/N’s past boyfriends and so had been the one to initiate the conversation about her ex but he hadn’t expected to dislike it so much.

He hated hearing about how, David (Y/N’s ex) had been the guy who took her virginity. He hated hearing how happy he had made her. He hated knowing that the reason they had broken up was because he was moving to America.

And most of all, Gwilym hated hearing Y/N tell him that David was the first guy she had fallen in love with.

Not to mention that David was highly attractive.

The two of them had been together for two years before breaking up, they met at a pub one night and hit it off and had even gone as far as to move in with one another. But then, when David got offered a new job in America, Y/N hadn’t wanted to move with him and they had ended it.

They had been arguing before the job offer as well, but it had been America that truly led to their break-up.

But aside from that, Y/N had described their relationship as being ‘near-perfect’.

So, naturally, Gwilym was more than a little jealous of David.

“You guys are late!” Was how the couple was greeted upon sitting down at their table in the restaurant. Lucy hit her boyfriends arm and rolled her eyes slightly.

“Joe and Ben aren’t here yet either,” Lucy pointed out.

“And we’re only, like, ten minutes late,” Y/N argued, hugging her friends. Gwilym chuckled and pulled out Y/N’s chair for her, gesturing for her to sit down. She pecked his cheek with an adoring smile before sitting down. When Gwilym took the seat next to her, it was instinctive for Y/N to rest her head on his shoulder, grabbing his hand in hers.

“I feel as though I haven’t seen you in ages,” Lucy pouted, looking at her friend. Y/N smiled back at her, giving an apologetic shrug.

“I’ve been busy, I’m sorry Luce,”

“I’ve barely seen her as well, don’t worry you’re not the only one,” Gwilym sighed, turning to kiss the top of Y/N’s head. His girlfriend laughed, elbowing him.

“Have you been suffering withdrawal symptoms, Gwil?” Rami teased, his arm going to rest behind the back of Lucy’s chair and Gwilym joined in their laughter, shaking his head. He could feel the heat rise in his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, guys. Work has just been hectic, you know?” Y/N shrugged and her friends waved her off with understanding smiles on their faces.

“Trust me, it’s Joe that’s the most annoyed - he really wants a Mario Kart rematch,” Rami assured her and the table dissolved into laughter again.

“Hey, who’s that? The guy that Y/N is talking to?” Joe asked, nudging Gwilym’s shoulder to get his attention before pointing across the room to where Y/N was stood. She had dismissed herself to go to the toilet five minutes ago, placing a kiss on Gwilym’s cheek as she slid out from the table.

“Where?” He asked, following Joe’s finger with a frown. “That’s... that’s David,”

“As in her ex boyfriend, David?” Joe asked and Gwilym gave a wordless nod, his eyes still fixed on his girlfriend who was laughing with the attractive man. “I thought he moved to America?” It felt as though an iron fist closed around his heart and started to squeeze as he watched Y/N embrace her ex boyfriend.

“Yeah... so did I,”

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked, sitting back down, clearly noticing Gwilym’s pinched expression. He gave her a tight smile before looking away, subtly moving away from her as she went to rest her head on his shoulder, turning his body so it was facing Joe and engaging him in conversation.

He could feel Y/N’s concerned frown on the back of his neck and wanted nothing more than to turn back around and hug her, apologise. But he couldn’t get the image of her and David out of his head.

“Gwil? Seriously, what’s going on?” Y/N asked as they left the restaurant after another excruciatingly painful hour of sitting in silence next to one another.

“Lets just go home,” he said, sticking his hands into the pockets of his jeans to avoid holding hers. She folded hers, a wounded expression on her face at his rejection.

“Okay,” Y/N whispered, slowing down so she was walking a couple of paces behind Gwilym. He wanted to turn around, to apologise for the way he was acting but he couldn’t. Anger and jealousy flowed freely through his veins.

Green didn’t suit him.

Upon arriving back at their apartment, Gwilym went straight into their bedroom, changing out of his button up and nice trousers into just a pair of sweatpants, a hoodie thrown on top of his bare chest to fight off the cold air of their home. The heating hadn’t kicked in yet and he saw Y/N shivering as she changed into her sleepwear.

He noticed as she bypassed the large shirt of his that she normally wore to bed, one that she had stolen from him early on in their relationship because the material was ‘just too comfortable’ and ‘smelled just like him’. Instead she pulled on one of her own loose-fitting shirts on top of some checked pyjama bottoms, putting on a zip-up hoodie of her own on top to fight against the biting air.

Y/N pulled on some fluffy socks and padded out into the hallway. Gwilym watched in confusion as she went to the airing cupboard and brought out another duvet and pillow.

“What are you doing?” He asked and Y/N looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes tired and Gwilym could see the upset that swam in them.

“You clearly don’t want to be around me for some reason so I’m going to sleep in the other room,” she huffed, walking away. Gwilym scoffed, following her.

“You’re not the victim here,” he warned her and Y/N turned around, shaking her head. Her eyes flaming with annoyance and hurt.

“I don’t understand what I’ve done!” She said in response, dumping the duvet and pillow onto the bed and pushing past Gwilym to get back to the airing closet.

“I saw you with him!” He shouted, running a hand through his hair. Y/N paused, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, holding a sheet for the bed in her hands.

“With who?” She asked, pulling down a duvet cover and pillow case.

“David!” Y/N’s mouth opened in shock and she nodded in recognition. “How long has he been back?” He asked.

“I don’t know... couple of months maybe?” She offered, shrugging her shoulders. Gwilym scoffed.

“Just like you’ve been ‘busy with work’ for the last couple of months?” He asked, using air quotations in a way that had never before seemed so vicious to Y/N. She stared at him and shook her head. Gwilym felt his heart start to race as he awaited her response.

“Are you implying what I think you’re implying?” She asked, blinking at him in shock.

“I’m just saying, you guys had the ‘perfect relationship’ so why wouldn’t you just pick-up where you left off?”

“Green isn’t a good colour on you, Gwilym,” Y/N said, her voice was dangerously low and Gwilym knew he was crossing many lines but he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t stop his insecurities from showing. “Tonight was the first night I’ve seen him since we broke up,” she informed him. “Just so you know,”

“Right,” Gwilym said and Y/N let out a breathless laugh with no trace of amusement in it.

“You’re unbelievable,”

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you,”

“Fuck you,” Y/N said and it felt as though her words were bullets. Y/N had never sworn at him before in a way intended to hurt him.

“I guess you won’t be doing that in a while now David’s back.” He hissed before turning and walking out of the room, making sure to slam the door on his way out.

It was painful. He could hear her crying through the wall. Tears streamed down his own cheeks as guilt, frustration and anger swirled in a vicious cocktail in his stomach. He ran his hand down his face, letting out another choked sob as he debated internally over what he should do.

Hearing another distraught cry from the other room, his decision was made. He climbed out of bed and hesitantly walked to the spare room, loitering at the door as he wondered if it was a good idea or not.

“Move over?” Gwilym asked quietly. Y/N wiped her face on the duvet and slid to the side of the bed, allowing Gwilym to climb in next to her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, gently brushing through her hair with his fingers.

“You’re a dick,” she informed him, her words thick with tears and Gwilym nodded solemnly.

“I am. I’m so sorry, cariad. I know you wouldn’t cheat on me,” Y/N sniffled again, but Gwilym’s heart leapt when she twined their fingers together.

“Then why did you say it?” She asked. Gwilym shook his head, looking away, not wanting to admit his fears aloud. “Gwil?” Y/N whispered, gentle fingers turning his face towards hers.

“I’m not... good enough for you,” he murmured in defeat. Y/N’s hand left his and Gwilym’s heart dropped until she leaned over him to flick on the bedside lamp, illuminating their features.

“Why would you think that?” She whispered, caressing his cheek and Gwilym felt himself relaxing into her touch, a shy smile on his face at her loving actions. He gave a half shrug.

“You just... you’ve always spoken so highly of David and... you guys broke up because he moved away, not because you stopped loving him and I just thought that... you know, maybe he’s a better fit for you. I mean... you guys are the same age, he’s very attractive and... you deserve the world, cariad,” Gwilym explained. He looked away from Y/N as he spoke, not wanting her to see the depths that his insecurities actually reached.

“Gwil...” she murmured, once again turning his head to hers and dotting gentle, feather-light kisses around his face, an action that made him smile. “I love you, not David, okay? You’re the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, you know? And... I don’t care that you’re a few years older than me okay? You’re perfect to me. If I deserve the world then... Gwil you are my world,” the smile that grew on his face was so wide and infective and Gwilym was thrilled to see it mirrored on Y/N’s face as well.

“You’re the most amazing woman in the world,” he informed her seriously and his heart skipped a beat at the giggle she let out. Gwilym pulled her face closer to his and kissed her. “I love you, so, so much and I’m so sorry about what I said earlier,”

“I love you too, Gwil,”

#bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody cast #gwilym lee #gwilym lee imagine #gwilym lee imagines #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee x y/n #gwilym lee fanfiction #gwilym lee fluff #gwilym lee fic #gwilym lee fanfic #gwilym lee angst #requested

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bluesfortheredj · 5 years

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Best of you.

A/N: No one asked for a Gwilym x reader with a side of jealous ex Taron thrown in, but you’ve got it and I loved every single second of writing this. ENJOY!

Gwilym walks down the stairs in his suit, and your eyes follow his body from his brand new patent leather loafers up to his black single crease suit trousers that fitted his thighs like a glove, then to his black shirt with matching tie, and finally to the perfectly tailored deep navy double breasted suit jacket with black lapels.

“Wow,” you exhale when he gets to the last step. He lets out a soft chuckle as you stand there staring at him with your mouth agape, and you notice a flush of red creep up his cheeks under your gaze.

“Nothing compared to you, my dear,” he smiles, “you look absolutely ravishing.”

He snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you against his body so abruptly that you almost lose your footing in your heels, and one of your hands lands on his chest with a small thump as you steady yourself with a laugh. His free hand comes up to push your hair away from your face, then he leans in close to let you feel his warm breath against your skin before kissing your neck and then your ear lobe.

“Don’t expect me to keep my hands to myself,” he growls quietly before lightly biting your neck. Your head rolls back as you let out a moan, and you wrap his tie around your hand to keep him close to you.

“Carry on like that, and we won’t make it out of the front door,” you groan while he continues to graze his teeth over your sensitive skin. A short, sharp sound of the car horn snaps you both back to reality, and you pout at each other before braving the rain and running to the vehicle. Once inside and settled on the back seat, Gwilym’s hand lands on your thigh to stroke lovingly throughout the journey.

“Are you still feeling nervous?” he asks.

“A little,” you admit, linking your arm through his and leaning against his side.

“There’s no need to be, I promise,” he smiles, then kisses the top of your head.

It isn’t long until you arrive at Bourdon House for the pre BAFTA party, and Gwilym holds your hand as he slides out of the car. He stands to wave at the gathering of fans that had congregated already, then helps you out before sliding his hand around your back and walking towards the entrance with you. A photographer calls Gwilym’s name and he snaps a picture when he looks up at him with a smile while you keep your head lowered mostly because of the rain, but with a hint of a grin on your face as well. Once inside the building, you lift your head and run your fingers through your hair to make sure you look presentable enough for the event.

“You look perfect,” Gwilym beams, taking another long look at you in your floor length navy dress that matches his jacket; the bias cut silky fabric hugging every curve and skimming over your slight paunch perfectly. He shakes his head in disbelief, and you shoot him a bemused frown.

“What?” you ask with a half laugh.

“Can’t believe my luck,” he smiles, “look at you.”

“You’re too much,” you giggle, “come on, it’s cold out here, and I’m starving.”

You walk into the main room to find a crowd of familiar faces, most of which you’d seen on your television screen recently, and you find yourself feeling out of place once again. Gwilym leads you through the throng of people to the bar as he reminds you that you belong here just as much as anyone else, and when you finally reach the safety of the drinks, you take a deep breath. Someone Gwilym knows catches his eye, and he gives him a wave.

“I’ll be one minute, I promise,” he says, then gives you a swift kiss before walking a few steps away to his friend.

Almost as soon as Gwilym leaves you, your joined by someone who sneaks up from behind, and you’re shocked to see Taron appear with a smug grin across his face. It was just over a year since you’d last been to an event such as this with him by your side instead of Gwilym, and you narrow your eyes at him as you take a sip of your drink.

“Technically, he’s not actually welsh,” he starts, and you know this isn’t going to be an enjoyable conversation for you already, “so you downgraded?”

“It’s amazing how you can annoy one person within a matter of seconds,” you retort, taking another sip.

“Does he call you cariad like I used to?” he asks, making you do a double take at him at another question so quickly, “I’ll take that as a no. For the best, really.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because he’d never be able to say it in a way that makes your knees weak,” he gloats, leaning in close just as Gwilym turns to check on you. Taron catches his eye to give him a thumbs up, then as a photographer comes up to you both, Taron flings his arm around your shoulders and squeezes you into his side as he grins into the camera. You muster up a polite smile as Taron holds you in place, and once the flash goes off you wriggle out of his grasp.

“What exactly are you trying to do here?” you ask as you notice Gwilym positioning himself so that he can see you properly.

“Having a catch up conversation with someone who is still very dear to me,” he shrugs, but you can tell he’s enjoying the feel of pissing Gwil off, “why, what do you think I’m trying to do?”

“Taunt Gwilym?”

“Maybe a little. But genuinely, I’ve missed you,” he says, stroking a hand down your arm and letting his fingers dance over your hand.

“That’s a dick move, Taron,” you warn, pulling your hand away from his.

“I’m sorry,” he says, holding his hand up in defeat, then turns to face Gwilym and mouths another sorry in his direction.

“Taron, the jealous ex boyfriend persona doesn’t suit you.”

“But it’s so fun,” he winks.

“I’m going to walk away now,” you reply, “enjoy your night.”

You walk towards Gwilym where he greets you with an open arm, then tucks you into his side as he introduces you to the people he’s standing with. It soon becomes time to take your seats around the long tables for the meal to be served, and you happily settle yourself next to your man.

“Are you okay?” he can finally ask after your interaction with Taron earlier.

“I’m fine,” you sigh, “he was just-”

“Oh, hello you two!” Taron beams from across the table, taking a seat directly opposite you, “this is going to be fun.”

“Do you know each other?” Taron’s friend asks as he sits opposite Gwilym.

“It’s (Y/N)! Don’t you remember? We were together for… hmm, how long was it?”

“I can’t recall, Taron,” you smile politely, and Gwilym’s hand lands on your thigh with a frustrated thud.

“(Y/N)?! Oh my goodness, I didn’t recognise you! Wow, the break up treated you well.”

“She looks stunning doesn’t she, Gwilym?” Taron asks, giving him a smirk.

“She looked even better when she was getting dressed earlier...” he quips back, and Taron looks as though he’s been slapped around the face as he looks down at the menu in front of him in silence. Gwilym leans over to your cheek to whisper in your ear how much he loves you, and if you weren’t sitting down already, you’d need a chair as you knees go weak at the sound of his gruff voice. You turn your face to look at him and he steals a quick kiss from you before you both look down at the table in front of you with smiles adorning your faces. What made you even happier about this sweet moment is that you knew it wasn’t even for Taron’s benefit, this was just Gwilym being Gwilym; the deeply loving man that he was.

Taron is kept very distracted by the people around him and his friend on the other side of the table, much to yours and Gwilym’s relief, and you find yourselves in deep conversation with those people sat either side of the both of you throughout dinner. You and Gwilym get up from the table once your side is almost empty, and return to the room where everyone is socialising once again, this time happily full up from dinner. A photographer snaps you both as you walk into the room, then you’re invited to go through to another room where there’s a backdrop set up for professional photos to be taken.

“I don’t know about all this,” you say nervously, stopping before Gwilym gets to pull you in front of the camera.

“I’ll go first,” he smiles, standing on a small marker on the floor and posing for the camera. A few shots are taken as he moves around from side to side, showing off his suit perfectly, and then he holds his hand out for you to take. You join him in front of the camera to stand side on as you face his body, then you hear the clicks as you rest one hand on his shoulder and one on his chest. He smiles down at you as you return the smile up at him, and you couldn’t feel more comfortable than you did right now. Gwilym knew exactly how to put you at ease so much that even standing in front of a photographer wasn’t phasing you in the slightest.

When it’s all over, you thank the man behind the camera, then make your way back out to the crowds. Taron stands at a distance as he watches you both and the ache in his heart only worsens at the sight of you looking so happy. There was no denying you’d both been happy together when you’d been a couple, but it was true what his friend had said, the break up had treated you well and you had blossomed into someone so different with Gwilym. He sees you break away from Gwil for a moment to head to the bar, and he takes his chance to talk to you one last time.

“Don’t run away,” he begins, “I’m not going to be a dick, I promise.”

“Go on...”

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for my awful behaviour earlier. I really wasn’t thinking straight. You come in looking like that,” he pauses to gesture to your body, “and with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on your face, and then I realise that it’s because of him and not me, and it sort of sent me into this insanely jealous rage.”

“I knew that wasn’t you. You’re not that person, so don’t worry.”

“Even you saying that kills me. You know me so well, and I thought I knew you so well, but you’ve moved on with this amazing guy who obviously thinks the world of you.”

“Taron...”

“No, no, you don’t need to say anything. You two are made for each other, it doesn’t take a genius to see that. I just always thought that you were made for me, that’s all. Anyway, I’m sorry, and I really hope I haven’t scuppered my chances at an invite to the inevitable wedding,” he chuckles.

“That’s a way off yet!” you laugh.

“By the way he’s been eyeing you all night, I’d say it’d only be a matter of months,” he winks.

“Well, if it happens, we’ll be sending you an invite. As long as you promise the same for when you find mrs. right.”

“Ha, I thought I did already...” he trails off as he looks at you, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders as you hug him tightly. Taron’s arms hesitantly make their way around your waist, and he shuts his eyes as he savours the moment, “okay, now go, I can feel Gwilym’s eyes burning the back of my head. Go on, your man needs you.”

He ushers you away with a laugh, and you return to Gwilym’s side where you belong. Gwilym runs his fingers through your hair before letting his hand slide down your back and come to a stop just above your bum.

“I’ve got a question for you...” he smiles, fishing around in his pocket.

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee fanfic #gwilym lee imagine #gwilym lee fluff #taron egerton #taron egerton imagine

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luciehercndale · 3 years

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Happy Birthday, Will

Since today is Will Herondale’s birthday, I couldn’t let it pass without writing something fluffy, however short, to celebrate it. 💖

December 30, 1890

It was late afternoon, the sun had already vanished behind the horizon, and Will’s work for the day was almost done. He couldn’t wait for the clock to chime six, the moment he could spend the remaining hours of his birthday with his family.

Someone knocked on his office door. Will’s eyes looked up from the paper he was reading at the intruder, and smiled. He wished it was Tessa with the kids or Jem, so he would have the perfect excuse to postpone the remainder of his duties to the following day. It was his birthday, after all.

His grin faded when he saw it wasn’t either of the people he wanted.

“Mr. Herondale, there is a message for you.”

“Thanks, Bridget,” he said, taking the parchment colored envelope from her hands. “Aren’t you leaving, Bridget?” he asked questioningly, seeing that she didn’t leave the room.

“You may need my help after you read the letter,” she retorted annoyingly, “I’m staying.”

Will frowned, and shook his head. “As if you knew what’s written inside,” he snorted, and started reading the message he had just received. “Oh, that’s too bad,” he commented soon. “Bridget, can you prepare the carriage for me?”

Bridget, who knew what she was doing, sped out of Will’s study without sparing him a glance. Typical. She was good at what she did, even though she lacked in the interaction department.

Will grabbed his coat and hat and walked out, meeting Tessa on his way to the stables.

“Are you going somewhere, cariad?” she wondered. Neither of the kids were with her. He’d wanted to say goodbye, but then again, he had also met his wife by chance.

“The Enclave sent a missive. There is an emergency meeting today,” he explained. “At the end of the year, no less, and this late,” Will rolled his eyes. “But what can we do?”

“Should I come with you?”

“There’s no need. I believe it’s going to be quick,” he kissed her cheek and started walking away. “Don’t wait for me at dinner, I guess?”

He didn’t notice that Tessa chuckled when he exited the building. “Yes, Will. We won’t wait.”

. . .

When Will got back, however, he did notice something. Most of the witchlight were off, and when he went upstairs, the usually noisy corridor was silent. He wondered if Tessa and Cecily had gone to Charlotte’s, or maybe… No, nothing happened. He should stop imagining things in his head.

He remembered that yesterday Tessa said she the kids loved to play in the ballroom lately. She was still in the process of decorating it, and she took Lucie and James with her so she could work and check on their children, since they were five and four respectively.

He went there, but nothing. The lights were off, until they almost blinded him, and he saw that the ballroom was filled with more people than he thought he would find down there. He smiled.

“Happy birthday, papa!” James and Lucie said, clutching on his leg.

He knelt down at their level. “What are you doing here, kids?”

“We were waiting,” Lucie said, grabbing his hand. “You are late.”

There was accusation in her voice, which made him laugh. “Late? Papa went out to go to a meeting, which turned out to be a prank,” he explained. “It took me more to come back because someone thought it was a good time to make small talk.”

“What is a prank?” James asked, looking askew.

“Ask your mother about it,” Will said, rising and taking his children to his wife. He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“It wasn’t my idea,” Tessa said, shrugging. “We needed to prepare and we needed you out.”

That was when he noticed that there were a few tables around the room with different trays of food. “That’s thoughtful,” he giggled, “thank you.”

“Are you happy, papa?” James asked.

“Yes, are you happy?” Lucie echoed.

“Of course, I’m happy you remembered, kids,” he told them, and lowered down to hug them both. “It’s an amazing gift to be hugged by two of the people I love the most.”

“Kids, don’t you think it’s time to give papa what you prepared?” Tessa said above them.

Will tilted his head to the side, and James and Lucie run to grab something. They came back later with a dish with two scones on it.

“For you, papa,” Lucie said, and offered him the food.

“These seem delicious. Thanks, Lu. And thanks Jamie.” He started biting on one. “This is tasty,” he commented. The scones disappeared in his mouth soon.

“Did you like them?”

“Papa loved them.”

“I hope you have space left for the cake,” Lucie said. “We helped mom baking it. I turned the pages of the recipe book,” she told him proudly.

“I passed them the ingredients,” James announced.

“And I’ll eat it,” Will said, as his children took him towards one of the tables.

“Leave some cake for us, brother,” said Cecily, appearing by his side. “Let’s light the candle first,” and produced one that was on a table nearby. It was tradition to blow candles on your birthday cake.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

“You have to make a wish, papa!” Lucie exclaimed.

Will looked at the flame, and started thinking about something he’d want. He was surrounded by the people he loved. He was healthy, he was young. He blew on the candle, and the flame went out instantly. He wished that his life would stay like this until his last breath. He hoped that whoever was in charge of wishes would grant it to him.

#tsc #will herondale #tessa gray #wessa #lucie herondale #james herondale #the shadowhunter chronicles #the last hours #the infernal devices #tlh #tweety.writes #tsc fanfiction #Tweety.txt

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allie1804-fan · 3 years

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Kerensa

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Chapter 9

The Griefcast Record

Keanu got out of the taxi at Whistledown Studios and headed in. Cariad and the recoding team greeted him and they got set up with teas, biscuits and a box of tissues on the table

“God, it’s just like a therapist’s room!” he joked

“Best to be prepared! They might be for me anyhow” she laughed.

Before we start though, can I just spend a moment being a fangirl and just say how amazing it is for me to meet you. There are so many films of yours I love – and my kids adore Duke Caboom!”

“ahh yes, Canada’s Greatest Stuntman” he boomed - “that was a fun role”

“and so perfectly cast right?”

“Yeah yeah I guess. I’m glad they picked me from the roster of Canadians they had lined up!”

“Ok, so thanks for letting me just gush for a moment! Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be!”

“First tell me the story of how we managed to get you as a guest.”

“Ok so right, so errm my friend Kerry is the link. I was filming in Cornwall this past year and uh, after we wrapped I was so charmed by the place that I decided to stay and rent a place for a couple of months down there. Kerry was my landlady and one day I came across her walking along the beach, tears streaming down her face and she was listening to your show which she highly recommended to me. I admit it took a bit of persuading to listen, given the crying thing!, but she told me it was more reassuring and uplifting than upsetting. Anyway, so sorry, this is turning into a shaggy dog tale!, so I did give it a go, really loved it

“Oh thank you”

“So then one day we were discussing an episode about baby loss, something we had in common and had talked about before and she said I should do the show. Now THAT took a lot more thought and persuasion, but she said it would do me good and there would be the angle of the man’s perspective and being someone with a public profile going through loss and you know yada, yada yada so here I am, finally!

“That’s amazing and thank you so much to Kerry for listening to the show and for your persuasive talents in getting this lovely man here today. So Keanu, as you know we always start with this question. Who are we remembering today?”

“Today we’re remembering my daughter Ava who was stillborn 23 years ago this year.”

“Ok so would you mind telling me a little bit about what happened.”

“So, ahh, it was in the spring of 1999. The Matrix had just come out and my life was pretty full on. My girlfriend Jennifer became pregnant around that time. It was unplanned and I’ll be honest, I wasn’t super happy about it at first, but she wanted to keep the baby and I said I’d support her, you know, and as time went on I was more excited than worried about becoming a dad.”

“And how was the pregnancy? How far along was Jennifer when Ava died?”

“Everything seemed fine, she, Ava was growing and developing normally. Jen was healthy. Then I was away filming, a god awful project as well! And, Um, ahh, give me a minute” Keanu cleared his throat and took a drink of water.

“I swore I wouldn’t do this” he said gesturing at himself tearing up, his voice cracking slightly “but sometimes, the memories can be, uhhh, very powerful, very vivid”

“Yes you can be taken right back like it just happened can’t you, however long ago - you know I’m 20 plus years out now and still very occasionally I can be catapulted back there. So, everything looked good but you were away, filming - and I’m sure it can’t have been an awful film”

Keanu snorted

“I assure you it was!, yes anyway, Jen went for a last check up at a little over 8 months and uh, there was no heartbeat. Ava had died and so I flew home and she had to, you know, give birth in a maternity unit, hearing all the other babies being born - I mean they have to do it there because you still might need, you know, that expertise and they tried to keep us private but those places they get busy and she had to go through all that with those sounds sometimes breaking through”

“Yes I hear that that is a common experience here in the UK too and one that SANDS, the still birth charity is trying to address. It’s interesting your choice of words: “she went through that”, presumably you were there so didn’t you go through it too?”

“Yeah, yeah - I guess, I just meant that it was worse, more traumatic mentally for her and obviously physically too”

“Sure sure, but awful for both of you nonetheless”

“Indeed, it was” Keanu paused a moment as though something important had just occurred to him “and she was beautiful too you know”

“awwwww” Cariad moaned sympathetically

“she was beautiful, perfect and warm, just silent, still”

Keanu looked up at Cariad, his eyes filled with tears once more and they both just sat for a moment, taking in the pain of his loss. Eventually, Cariad started the conversation again.

“And did you both hold her? Did the hospital staff help you, you know, to say goodbye to her?”

Yeah yeah, we did hold her. They left us be for a good amount of time, they took prints of her hands and feet and a photograph. You know they were supportive in that way, especially as we knew already, you know, that she had died, they were prepared. I don’t think we were, I mean I don’t think you can prepare for that, right? Your brain won’t let you, not really.”

“Yeah yeah, we talk about that a lot on the show, there are people who say it’s better when someone dies of an illness so you know it’s coming whereas with a sudden death you suffer more shock but I still think there’s a degree of shock you experience even when you have some warning.

“Yeah yeah and it’s so stupid, we’re all just so dumb because death is coming man, to us all but we just don’t want to think about it!” He chuckled

“So are you someone who thinks about death a lot?”

“Yeah yeah it’s always there in the back of my mind, spurring me on to do things, make that film, write that script, build that bike!”

“And do you think that’s because of losing Ava?”

“I don’t know, no not really, well maybe a little but that’s come more with getting older I think - I didn’t really have that reaction at the time”

“So what was your reaction, how did you grieve for Ava?”

Another chuckle came from Keanu.

“A more appropriate question might be how didn’t I grieve for her, at the time I mean!”

“Oh?”

“Hee hee you’re like a therapist, leaving the gaps for me to fill!”

“Some of my critics say I interrupt too much and start talking about me so…..”

“We’ll that’s not very nice is it? And also not true!”

“Thanks - Comes with the territory I guess, so please, go on, fill the gap”

“What was the question again?”

“It was about how you did or didn’t grieve for Ava after her birth?”

“Mmmm well we buried her, in the new year, she was born on Christmas Eve, which is uhhh, another tricky thing about it”

“Oh that’s awful, death on high days and holidays just adds another layer right?”

“Yeah yeah. They do - so um after that I went to Georgia to shoot a movie!”

“So you threw yourself into work then?”

“Yup, my trusty friend in times of crisis. In fact I did, let me see, 1, 2, 3, yes 3 movies in the next year and then started training for the Matrix 2 and 3 so I guess the answer is I put my feelings in a tightly locked metaphorical box and didn’t open it for quite some time!”

“And was there intrusion from the press , I guess this is pre the days of the internet being so developed and social media but how was that side of it?”

“Yeah there was some, you know photographers with long lenses at the cemetery”

“God! I can’t imagine”

“Yeah pretty low, right but in a way because of the taboo of stillbirth, people, you know interviewers and stuff, didn’t ask me about it. I mean I would sometimes say “no personal questions” but at other times that hasn’t stopped people.”

“Oh like what?”

“I’m thinking of when River, River Phoenix died, even if I said I wouldn’t answer anything personal they would still ask how I felt, did I miss him. I mean, fuck! Oh sorry I can swear right?”

“Swear away, sure, and god, fuck yeah, that deserved it. I mean obviously that’s a bit of a contradiction coming from me given we’re here and I’m making you talk about private things but”

“But I agreed, that’s the deal here, it’s not the deal to segue from “how was it jumping onto a moving bus to “how do you feel about your best friend dying!”

“Absolutely. So you said you dealt with it, but much later? What about Jennifer, how did she cope?”

“Umm, I don’t know - I mean what’s normal in that situation? She cried, she wailed like a wounded animal. Her mum moved in. I was away and not there to support her like I should have been. We weren’t really a couple either by then. We were going to co-parent but not as a romantic couple you know so it was complicated. To be honest I think a little bit of her died right then - and then she died herself the following April so you know, what you see before you is the last man standing of that family unit that might have been.”

“Woo that’s tough. You’ve really been through the mill as it were.”

“Yeah, yeah but you know I AM still standing. I’m lucky.”

“And how did Jennifer die?”

“Car wreck”

“I’m so sorry”

“Thanks, me too”

“So how is that, being the only one left? Some people talk about losing key people as losing their witness.”

“Yes! That’s it, exactly. Now it’s just me here to remember Ava, to remember her coming in and out of this world”

Yeah yeah that’s hard. So you said you dealt with it later? How did that come about?”

“Midlife crisis I guess - when I turned 40, I had a bit of a meltdown, you know, wondering about my goals, what I had or hadn’t achieved. I basically “ran away” alone to Paris on my 40th birthday, to escape any awful surprise party! And you know, I quietly fell apart in a vat of wine! When I went home my friend Janey was just like “Keanu, it’s time, time for therapy!”

“Ahhh it’s great isn’t it, big fans of that on the show!”

“Yeah I guess, I mean, ahhh I wasn’t that comfortable taking the lid off but yeah it did me a favour and helped sort my shit out. And a lot of the guilt and pain of losing Ava was gone through belatedly during that process”

“And why did you feel guilty?”

“Mmmm well I think I started to think I was a curse - my sister had been sick with leukemia, Ava had died, Jen had died, River, others as well and I felt guilty for that stupid film I was working on when it happened! So yeah, there were lots of rocks to lift up, inspect what lay beneath and deal with my emotions.”

“Well you seem like you have your shit sorted now”

“I’m a work in progress!”

“So now you’re, 23 years on, how do you remember Ava and Jen now.”

“Well it’s hard to forget the day for Ava what with it being Christmas Eve. I sometimes visit their graves - after dark if I can to avoid being hounded”

“What has the world come to when a person can’t be left in peace to visit a loved one’s resting place”

“Yeah it’s fucked up right?”

“Precisely.”

“And what else? , well I do have one little thing that my friend Alex who’s an artist, made for me. It was because of something she said she did to remember her lost loved ones. She would get a Christmas ornament that in some way represented the person and hang it on her tree at Christmas. So she made this beautiful little stained glass bird to hang up on my tree or in the house if I don’t have a tree which sometimes happens. So, uh, Ava’s name in Latin would mean bird or bird like so that’s why she did that, yes so I always think of her then and you know I would think about where she would be at a given point like when my friends kids have started school again after summer break I would think “oh Ava would be starting you know kindergarten or elementary school etc.”

“And do your family share in that?”

“Yeah, yeah - especially my mom. She has no grandchildren so yeah she remembers and we’ll have a moment sometimes yeah but it can be lonely, not having the other parent there who shares the same loss.”

“Yes I’m sure it is. Grief can be very lonely sometimes. Well, Keanu I really can’t thank you enough for coming on my little podcast and sharing your experience of baby loss and loss in the public spotlight with us today. Thank you so much for telling us about your beautiful baby girl Ava and her mum Jen.”

“Thanks for having me - I know this might sound weird, but it’s been a pleasure talking with you and remembering them today so, thank you and thanks to Kerry who suggested it. She said it would be good for my soul and she, as always, was right!”

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