#I swear sometimes they just freeze and I'm like KEEP TALKING YOU WERE DOING GREAT

[sliverpelt-cats]

Journey of Oak and Red || Chapter 4 || Warriors AU

AU Prompt: Oakheart and Redtail survive the Battle for Sunningrocks, and leave the forest territories for a life out of Tigerclaw's threats.

Characters: Oakheart, Firepaw, Brushstorm, Redtail, Honeyspot, Panthereye, Dawnstar

Warnings: Slight panic, fight, Redtail gets snappy

Author's Note: I did warn you guys that there would be Hamilton references, and the next chapter will be full of them.

Timeframe: About the first few chapters of Fire and Ice, about 6 to 7 moons since Redtail and Oakheart left their clans

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Leafbare was getting worse. While the creek was still running, the fish from it were slowly being taken by any bird of prey that dared to touch the freezing water.

During the many other moons since he'd joined the clan, Oakheart used the shrubbery of the forest to disguise himself from the threatening birds. They were unable to detect his presence, especially during newleaf when the forest was rich with prey of all kinds.

Now Oakheart returned with a skinny vole and what was barely a rabbit. It had all the parts just fine, but what the large warrior assumed to be juicy meat was simply long fluff that no cat would prefer over a fat meal.

"Cut your losses and tuck your tail between your legs, Oakheart?" A snide comment entered the tom's ears as he dropped his hunt in the fresh-kill hole. "Dawnstar ought to hear about this."

Honeyspot hated Oakheart, and Redtail, ever since they joined the clan. Always commenting that they didn't need more mouths to feed, when in actual fact, Redtail and Oakheart had been catching twice as much prey than the ginger she-cat had in the last moon.

"Go on, tell him then. Tell him that a warrior that has been catching more than you cut his losses." Oakheart challenged, turning in the thick snow to warm himself in the comfort of the warriors den.

As he pawed his nest, Oakheart's ears strained to hear the elder speak. "I haven't seen a Leafbare like this since I was a kit. Has StarClan spoken to you?"

"Not very clearly," the clan's priest replied. "They've been incredibly vague with their messages as of late."

"Do you think they're angry with PantherClan for attacking a doctor on our land?" Silkstep's purr wondered aloud.

Crabstorm grunted. "'Dunno. Now keep still, your fur won't be any less matted if you don't stop moving."

Oakheart hadn't thought of StarClan's involvement. He licked over the scarring wound on his shoulder, reminiscing on Honeyflight's last words before a PantherClan warrior tore at her belly.

Tell Dawnstar I'm sorry.

"Hey, you're back early." The ginger point apprentice meowed from outside the den. "Brushstorm and I thought you were still out hunting. Honeyspot said you gave up."

Oakheart hummed, "the eagles are getting an ego on them, I swear on StarClan."

"No, she said you gave up in the battle." Firepaw sat in front of Oakheart, who'd moved from his nest to groom himself at the den entrance. "Did you?"

He watched as the apprentice's eyes flickered with curiosity. "Sometimes, a warrior has to pick their battles. Your mentor made me in charge of that patrol - my only motive was to get Honeyflight and Panthereye away from the intruding warriors without a thought for myself." Oakheart raised his chin. "I had fought valiantly, if I say so myself."

"I knew you would! You're so big and strong, that you wouldn't run away from a battle!" Firepaw's eyes lit up with excitement, as the tom jumped up and got into his fighting stance. "If I'll ever be as great a warrior as you, the other clans should fear me!"

Oakheart chuckled nervously, his green eyes wandering to Redtail leaving the doctor's den. Had he been injured when he took Mintpaw hunting? Did one of the eagles attack them?

"I'm going to go see Redtail, you should go play with Mintpaw and talk about your battle training. I'm sure she'd love it." Oakheart absentmindedly said his bye to the apprentice, and padded over to his friend. "Are you okay?"

Redtail hummed, as Oakheart checked over his tri-coloured pelt. "I'm fine. I was just seeing how Panthereye's doing."

"How is she?" Oakheart had been curious about the independent she-cat lately, as she'd been spending more and more of her time in her den, and less of it in the leafbare sunlight. "Is she taking care of herself?"

"She's eating and drinking just fine, but she's been spending Mousepaw to gather herbs with Finpaw. Last time she found out Mousepaw left camp on his own, she chipped his ear." Redtail blinked a few times, before looking over to Dawnstar sharing tongues with Wheateyes. "I need to check on Wheateyes for her. I'll see you later, Oakheart."

He watched his friend push his way through the snow, the cold white powder almost past Redtail's shoulders. The poor, smaller tom would have to start jumping to get around if there were more snowfall.

"Oakheart, can you take Firepaw on a border patrol?" Brushstorm asked, stopping by the large tom. "I have to stay in camp, so I can't take him out."

He nodded at the she-cat, dipping his head to the apprentice and led him out of camp. "You know, I think you'd be a pretty great warrior, Firepaw. You have the strength and drive to protect your clan."

"Thank you, Oakheart." The young tom purred happily. He walked alongside him with joy in his eyes, obviously taking the warrior's compliment in stride. "Do you think I could catch one of the eagles? I've gotten bigger."

"And while that's true, they wouldn't hesitate to snatch you off your paws." Oakheart reminded the apprentice, walking down the side of the riverbed and wading into the rushing water. The stream was much colder than the snow, but it only pooled around his knees. Plus, Oakheart had grown up in an island camp. He would be fine.

Firepaw, maybe not. "Oakheart, the water's almost at my belly." The apprentice whined, shivering.

"Can you jump to me?" The warrior asked, standing on the opposite side of the creek by now. "I promise I'll catch you."

The ginger point tom nodded, flexing his paws at the creek's edge, before taking the leap. He narrowly missed the edge, before Oakheart clutched the scruff of Firepaw's neck in his jaws and hauled him up the side of the riverbank and into the sunlit snow. "Thank you, Oakheart."

"I'm sure you could have swan that if the water wasn't rushing so quickly," Oakheart frowned, staring down at the chilling water. "It was calmer at dawn... we'll get back to camp the other way."

When he returned to camp, Oakheart sent Firepaw to take some fresh-kill and warm in the apprentice's den while he informed Brushstorm of the patrol.

"PantherClan's scent is more faint than yesterday, and there's been no pawprints that don't smell like one of our clanmates. The eagles and birds of prey seem to have been hiding in their nests, too."

Brushstorm nodded her thanks. "How was Firepaw? I hope he wasn't too much."

"There was a current that almost toppled me over. Firepaw was a little afraid to wade in, so he jumped over instead." Watching Brushstorm nod about her apprentice, Oakheart added. "He'd make a fine warrior, Brushstorm."

The she-cat purred with a curt nod. "I'll have his assessment soon then. Thank you, Oakheart."

He nodded his head, turning to take a fat rabbit from the pile and sit in the warmth of the warrior's den and away from the snow. As he started to eat, his ears caught the sound of Redtail's paws breaking the twigs underneath the snow padding covering the camp. "Where have you been?"

"Helping Panthereye and Mousepaw." Redtail murmured, stretching as he reached his nest. The smaller tom curled into the moss, tucking his tail over his paws. "What have you been doing?"

"Hunting, I took Firepaw out for a patrol. How's Mintpaw's training?"

"I sent her to clean the elder's bedding and take ticks out of Silkstep's fur."

Oakheart frowned. "Did she do something wrong?"

"Not at all, but no cat else was going to do it. And she needs to learn basic chores." Oakheart hummed, taking the excuse since Redtail clearly didn't want to argue. The tortoiseshell rested his chin on his tail and closed his eyes. "Panthereye is pretty, but I wouldn't neglect my responsibility as Mintpaw's mentor. Bluestar made me her deputy for a reason, you know."

The hissing from the tom was new as of late. It had been moons since Oakheart and Redtail had come to heads over anything, and the old hostility returned. Was Redtail still holding a grudge because of Sunningrocks in their former territories?

He hoped not; Redtail was the closest he had to family now. Oakheart's kits were, hopefully, still in RiverClan and his brother was leading that clan. With his parents long gone before he left the clan, Oakheart only thought about his only sibling and kits.

The rest of the day flowed slowly, contrary to the creek, and Oakheart readied himself in the middle of the clearing for Dawnstar's announcement.

"We won't be attending the Gathering, this moon. We lost one of our very best, and cannot afford to leave the camp unguarded. Both Crabstorm and Panthereye, as well as Mousepaw, will require a bodyguard. That leaves us down two warriors from attending the Gathering, and two less to protect each other on the journey."

Honeyspot stood to argue with her leader. "But we can't just not go. The Ancient Warriors will be furious if we're not there, not to mention StarClan."

"They will understand. StarClan allowed for one of our own to join them, and the Ancient Warriors guided her spirit to them." Dawnstar excused. "Crabstorm and Panthereye mentioned such."

Hushed murmurs blended through the camp. "Panthereye blames StarClan for Honeyflight's death?" Silkstep's raspy voice croaked in question.

"As well as the warriors who attacked, of course."

"Is she okay?"

Dawnstar was silent for a moment, glancing at the she-cat watching from the safety of her tree. "Panthereye is the greatest doctor TigerClan has ever had. We all know she is fine."

"No, she's not." Redtail muttered, his teeth blaring.

Honeyspot hissed, looking around the other warriors at him. "What did you say, rogue?"

"I said that she isn't." Redtail hissed, his hackles rising at the ginger she-cat. "I've spent the last half-moon with her and even a mouse-brain like you can tell she's in pain."

"What did you call me?"

"Redtail, Honeyspot enough."

"You heard what I said, clearer than a thrush's call." Redtail retaliated.

Panthereye's slim figure stood, her ears twisted back. "Redtail. Meet me inside." When the tortoiseshell didn't move, the silver tabico hissed, "do I have to drag you into my den like a disobedient kit? Get inside."

"Yes, ma'am." He didn't ignore her a second time. Only StarClan knew what would happen if he did.

#warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats au #warrior cats fanfiction #redtail and oakheart live au

[hide-in-imagination]

Me, trying to write, screaming at the characters in my head: “MOVE, YOU FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT!!!” 

#I swear sometimes they just freeze and I'm like KEEP TALKING YOU WERE DOING GREAT #COME ON I CAN'T WRITE IF YOU DON'T DO ANYTHING #but of course they just stand there so I have to start feeding them lines and see if that brings them back to life #it hasn't worked yet but I'm hopeful

[fruitcoops]

Can you do one where it turns out greyback injuring Remus way back years ago was actually caught on camera and that video of young remus getting his shoulder ripped is like released at a hockey game on the screen or maybe just put online and everyone sees what happens Omg please I'm begging you to do this!!! ILYYY

Hello anon! This is a really interesting idea and I’ve been thinking about it for a while--the NHL doesn’t allow security cameras in locker rooms, but I assumed there would be audio somewhere from one nearby. People who leak ~scandalous information~ on the internet are literally the worst.

Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for graphic descriptions of injury (mostly the sounds)

“How did this happen?” Remus asked, wincing internally at the tremor in his voice. He was shaking from head to toe; it was a miracle he hadn’t started screaming yet. Then again, he wasn’t sure that he would be able to stop. “How the hell did this happen?”

“We don’t know,” Alice said quietly in the chair across from him. “This information was confidential and we haven’t even presented it to the NHL board for review. Someone must have leaked it to the press.”

“Why does this keep happening to me? First Sirius, and now—” He pressed his lips together as his voice cracked. There were a few beats of silence. “Why did you call me in here? I already saw it on the internet.”

“We need you to confirm it was you and Fenrir.” Alice looked him in the eyes. “If you don’t think you can listen to this, Remus, that’s okay, but it will help us build a stronger case to get him punished.”

He took a deep breath. “Can—can Sirius come and sit with me for it?”

“Of course.” She stood and left the room, leaving him alone with the coach.

“You’ve listened to it, haven’t you.”

Arthur nodded. “I’m so sorry, Remus.”

“I don’t need you to be sorry, I need people to not look at me like some sob story.” Bitter fury rose in his throat, though he wasn’t angry with Arthur. “I worked hard to get there and even harder to come back. I’m done dwelling on the past. This is going to undo everything and I’m sick of it.”

“Did the team know?”

“I told some of them when Sirius was at All-Stars.” Remus knew Arthur remembered the fight; he had chewed Sirius out for it as soon as practices resumed. “Didn’t tell my parents, though.”

Arthur closed his eyes and let out a long breath. The door clicked open behind him. “Re?”

“Hey, baby.” Instant relief washed over Remus, though he still felt like he would lose it at any moment.

Sirius settled into the chair next to him and held out his hand—Remus took it immediately, scooting their chairs closer together so their shoulders touched. “Are you ready?” Alice asked, picking up a remote. Remus nodded.

The video was grainy, but the audio was pristine. A few voices—familiar voices, I remember them clear as day—jumbled together as the last members of the team filtered out of the locker room. “See you tomorrow, Moony!” one called over his shoulder. “Great game!”

“Bye, Tags!” Remus said from inside. Did I really sound that young?

The hallway outside the locker room was empty; he heard himself shifting around inside as he stretched out. Left thigh, right thigh, left calf, right calf, reach and roll. “Hey, Lupin.” Fenrir’s gravelly voice made him freeze and Sirius rested his other hand on top of theirs.

“Sup, Backer.” A light smack signaled their fistbump. “That was a beautiful goal you had at the end of the third, by the way. The scouts definitely saw.”

“They certainly did. Are your folks here tonight?”

“Yeah, Jules was so excited. He’s been bouncing off the walls for the past couple days.” The unbridled fondness in his younger voice was a balm. Jules had been convinced that he would be drafted to the NHL right after that game.

“They’re saying you’ll be number one.”

“Really?” Young Remus laughed. “I dunno, man, there are a lot of players this year. You and me are neck and neck, right?”

Dumbass! he wanted to shout. Just shut up for once! “Neck and neck,” Fenrir muttered, barely loud enough for the camera to pick up. “Hey, do you need a hand with your stretches?”

“Sure, thanks. Might have a bruise from your pads tomorrow, eh?” The friendly joke made him wince. More shuffling noises followed. The hall stayed empty.

“Here?” Fenrir asked. There was a dangerous edge to his voice and Remus swallowed around the sudden dryness of his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s—okay, that’s actually a bit too far, can you let up a bit? Fenrir, you’re pulling too hard.” Panic seeped in. “Fenrir, stop, you’re hurting me—”

There was a horrible cracking noise and younger Remus’ strangled shout cut off abruptly as his shoulder came out of the socket. He squeezed his eyes shut and gripped Sirius’ hand. If he focused, he could still feel Fenrir’s fingers pressing his face into the mats.

“‘Look at me, I’m Remus Lupin, I’m the fastest player on the ice and I’ll be number one’,” Fenrir mimicked as Remus’ agonized whines continued. “You think you’re so clever. So perfect. You’ve never had to work a day in your life. I’m the best player out there and the scouts are fucking idiots if they think you’re better.”

A muffled wail ended with a gasp and a series of pops. “Please—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Fenrir growled. “Look at you now, crying like a girl. You’re never going to tell anybody about this, because I know your secret.” Remus’ breath shuddered. “Oh, yeah, I know all about you. If you even think about tattling, everyone is going to know.”

“Ple—ah.” Sirius’ grip tightened around his fingers as Remus’ sharp cry caught in his chest. The green-tinted video fuzzed out for a moment, but still nobody walked past. Fenrir had planned this well.

“You’re nothing now, Lupin. You are damaged goods and you’ll never set foot on the ice again.” His voice lowered. “If you do, I’ll find you.”

There was a thud as he finally released Remus’ arm and quiet, wheezing sobs filled the silence. “What did you do to me? Oh my god, oh my god, it hurts so much, what the hell did you do?”

Remus tasted something salty on the edge of his lips and pressed his thumb against Sirius’ ring. This was real. This was his. Sirius loved him. The team loved him.

“I did what I had to do. Say hi to Jules for me.”

The locker room door opened a few seconds later and Fenrir walked out, flexing his hand. With the open door, Remus’ hoarse weeping was clearer as he was left alone on the floor. The video ended.

“Remus.” Alice held out a box of tissues, her voice gentle as the screen went dark. He reached out for one, but his hand was shaking too bad to grab it; Sirius took one and carefully wiped his cheeks dry with feather-light touches.

“That was him,” Remus managed around the boulder in his throat. “That was Fenrir Greyback, and that was me.”

“Would you be able to swear it in court?”

“What the fuck do you think?” Remus snarled. Sirius ran his thumb over his knuckles. “Do you want to see the scars on my shoulder, too? What reason do I have to lie?”

“I meant are you prepared to talk about this in front of people?” Alice rephrased, calm and collected as ever. “This is a traumatic event and I don’t want to force you into anything.”

“Remus, you’re a valued player on the team,” Arthur said. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe in this league.”

“Don’t look at me differently. Now that you know this, now that everyone knows, people will treat me like I’m fragile. I’m the same person I was two days ago and this will not change how I play.”

“I know.” Arthur folded his hands on the desk. “You’re a fighter, Loops. That’s one of the reasons I wanted you on my team.”

“Do you two need a moment before you head back out?” Alice asked, glancing between him and Sirius. “We’re going to kick the reporters out and then everyone’s going to go home for the day while we talk to the board.”

“We do, yeah.” Remus’ voice wavered and coach stood, following Alice into the hall.

“Oh, mon loup,” Sirius murmured, standing and pulling him into a hug. A kiss pressed against the top of his head and Remus grabbed the back of his soft shirt like it was the only thing holding him steady. “I am so sorry.”

“You already knew.”

“No, I didn’t. You told me, but—” Sirius faltered. “I had no idea how bad it was. The things he said to you…”

“Were wrong.” Remus finished. He had spent so many long nights and dark days convincing himself of that.

“They were wrong. You are not damaged goods,” Sirius said fiercely, pulling back to hold his face in his hands. His eyes were fiery. “Listen to me, Remus. You are not damaged. You are everything to me and I love you for exactly who you are.”

“I love you, too.” Remus’ lower lip wobbled and he rested his forehead on Sirius’ chest again. “Hearing it—I already knew what happened, but hearing it was horrible.”

“It was.”

“I’m sorry I made you listen with me.”

“Don’t be sorry, mon amour. I’m with you through the good, the bad, and everything else. I’m glad I was with you for this.”

“The team…” He trailed off and sighed. “I don’t want them to see that. My folks, too.”

“I think they already have,” Sirius admitted. “But they love you so much and they’ll be here for whatever you need.”

“We have to go sometime.” He took a deep breath and stepped back, rubbing his eyes and kissing Sirius quickly. “Alright, let’s go.”

They made it four steps down the hall before James appeared and engulfed Remus in a hug. “Holy shit, I’m so angry,” he choked out on a harsh breath. “I love you, man.”

“Love you too, J. Where’s everyone else?”

“Inside. I called dibs on first hug.”

“Have they all seen it?”

“Some of it. I don’t know if anyone watched it all the way through.” He sniffled and squeezed Remus tighter. “I don’t know how you came back from that.”

“PT helped.” He closed his eyes and leaned into James. “So did you guys. I couldn’t have made it this far without you.”

“Neither could we.” James pulled back. “Do you want to see them or are you heading out?”

“Heading h—”

“I want to see them,” Remus interrupted quietly. Sirius raised his eyebrows. “It’s going to happen sometime. Might as well be now.”

James nodded and walked over to the locker room door. “Ready?”

Remus laced his fingers with Sirius’. “Let’s do it.”

[justasimplesinner]

Ok first of fucking all I love the way you write, it's really hard to find a writer who can make a character or topic im not particularly interested in actually worth reading. Fucking spot on my guy 👌. Secondly, I was wondering if you'd be up for a request with Mof Johnathan and Arkham Eddie? If you could write a scenario were he's sitting down at his workspaces or couch working on something villain related and they feel a full blown breakdown coming on. Like they're really fucking stressed for whatever reason (take your pick) and the fact that they can't even focus on their own work is making it worse. Their s/o walks in and all it takes is a glance in his direction to figure out they've stumbled upon a ticking time bomb. So, as a spur of the moment attempt to distract him, they plop themselves into his lap and start whispering sweet nothings and praise while they stroke his hair (your choice whether it gets saucy from there or not). I'm a soft bitch and I need you to quench my thirst for hurt/comfort fics.

nothings better than making grown men break down. also, despite being short, this took so god damn long, i swear. but writing eddies pov is just so enjoyable, thats rewarding enough. he's such a stupid fuck its adorable

Masters of Fear!Jon getting comforted hcs:

It didn't feel right. At all. Nothing felt right. Everything was wrong. Every scratch of his pen on the paper felt like nails on a blackboard and his ears were ringing. His hands were shaking and instead of words, there were just crooked lines, like a hand-written ECG record. Every little sound from outside made him jump, every little drop of rain falling onto the window felt like a small bomb going off right besides his ear.

Ever since he woke up today, everything felt so wrong. You weren't in bed when he woke up, your side already cold because you left for work. Because he slept in and couldn't even say goodmorning to you. Or goodbye. And if something happened to you? It was Gotham, everything could happen to you. And he didn't even get the chance to see you, talk to you, kiss you. And the scrambled eggs he reluctantly made for breakfast almost made him vomit. He didn't eat them. Actually, he hadn't ate at all. Nothing. Not a crumb. It made him sick.

It's like he felt something coming, but he had no idea what. Like a storm, like danger. The feeling you get when you're being watched. The feeling he always got when he heard those specific footsteps in school hallways. Very specific. Measured, every move thought out - the trait of a sportsman. But heavy. Not clicking on the floor, but thumping. Very loud and very obvious. The footsteps that made him freeze in place because even if he tried, he wouldn't outrun them. They would follow. The pain would follow. Thump, thump, thump on the floor, foretelling nothing good, right around the corner, right... behind him!

He jumped up high in his seat, whipping his head around, eyes trying to scan the room but it all felt foggy. The only clear thing was the loud crack of the pen breaking in his clenched hand. And the first thing he saw was a hand, reaching out for him, maybe for his throat, maybe to thrash him around - he didn't know, but it was too close.

– Jon? – it was like something snapped in him when it was your voice that rang in his ears and his breathing stilled when he realized you were lightly rubbing your right hand. Did he hurt you? He wanted to ask, he needed to know if he hurt you, if he fucked up again but when his eyes finally looked up into yours, he couldn't say anything. 

The best thing was, he didn't even need to. It's like you already knew. Like he didn't have to do anything and you just saw it. Knew it. Sensed it. And when you got closer this time, he didn't push you away. There was no pain. No pain when your brows furrowed in genuine concern. No pain when your hands cupped his face to look him in the eyes. No pain when you slowly lowered yourself onto his lap. You never brought pain.

– Oh, baby... – your tone was condescending in the best of ways, and your fingers glided up into his hair so gently, nails scratching softly at his scalp, and it's as if his eyes shut on their own accord as he curled into you, wrapping his arms tight around your torso to press you closer. Keep you there, in that exact spot. So that you would never leave.

– I'm sorry I hurt you. – he practically cried into your neck, pressing his face hard into your skin to remind himself that you were there for him. He had you right in his lap, and yet he had to fucking remind himself still. Why was he so fucked up? You didn't have to put up with this. You didn't have to care. He wasn't your responsibility, he was nothing. And yet...

– You could never. It's fine.

You hugged him tight, one hand combing through his messy hair, tangled from him pulling on it, and the other one tracing up and down his back, making up shapes as it went. There were spirals, zig zags, waves, straight lines - he focused strictly on the feeling of your fingers, imagining every little shape they drew.

He kind of wished his shirt was off. So that he could actually feel you on his skin.

– I'm sorry. – and he was, because you just came back from work, probably exhausted, and now you had to baby him since he couldn't even fucking take care of himself. Why was he like this?

– Don't. You don't have to be sorry for feeling something. It's what humans do.

How did you always know what to say? How did you always know what to do? What has he ever done to deserve even an ounce of what you gave him? Did it matter? He was so fucking glad you were back home.

Arkham!Eddie getting comforted hcs:

Mistake. One after another. Each one followed by the next, like a chain reaction. The only thing he fucking did today was mistakes. All the measurements were wrong. All his coding was wrong. Every single little thing was at least a little bit off. He didn't accept 'a little bit off'. It was either perfect, or it was nothing to him. He was nothing. Nothing but a fucking failure, constantly fucking things up, unable to perform even the simplest tasks. Every last idiot could programm a computer. And he wasn't an idiot. Or was he?

A groan ripped from his throat, the hand in his hair tightening.

If he wasn't an idiot, why couldn't he get anything done? If he wasn't an idiot, why did Batman, of all people, outsmart him? If he wasn't an idiot, why hasn't he won yet?

It's like his body wasn't his own when he let out a pathetically high-pitched growl and his arm instinctively threw the first thing it gripped at a wall. The coffee cup smashed into little pieces upon the impact, coffee splashing everywhere, blemishing everything. You brought him this cup. And the one before that. You put it there. You did yet another thing he hasn't asked of you. Why couldn't you just listen for once? Stop disturbing him? It was all your failt that he couldn't focus, because you were constantly going in and out of his workshop and he clearly told you to stay away.

Oh, speak of the fucking devil, he could already hear your thumping footsteps nearing the door, probably lured in by the sound of his cup shattering. Because you were 'worried', as if he would be stupid enough to injure himself or do anything reckless! He furiously pushed some old scraps of metal to the floor, making them clink loudly, feeling a slight sting on his forearm. Great, now he fucking cut himself because of you-

– Eddie, baby? You alright? – the sound of your gentle voice echoed in the room, overpowering the earlier noise. He didn't even grace that with a response, just sighed heavily, annoyance seeping out of him, as he leaned his head on his palm. Why did you have to ruin everything?

And then, just to spite him, you moved closer. Close enough for your sweet scent to fill his lungs, your fingers dancing over his shoulder and he almost shook them off. Instead, he abruptly leaned back in his chair, gritting his teeth. You wasted your chance to get out of here without a scratch.

What he didn't expect however, was your legs slowly, yet suddenly straddling him, hands on his shoulders, digging in lightly to massage and manipulate them into whatever it was you wanted. He felt his stomach churn, his blood boiling to the point where he felt hot all over and his hands almost, almost shot out in your direction. To push you off.

– If you haven't realised yet, I'm working. – it was a blatant lie and you knew it immediately. He wasn't working, not at all, only tinkering with things and fucking them up further. All because of you-

Your hands slowly travelled up, surprisingly careful not to tickle his neck, grabbing his face on both sides with that gentle, motherly fucking smile of yours. Like he was some child. Like you were trying to lure him in and... and... kiss his forhead, and... push your own against it, and- argh!

– Maybe take a little break, hm? – you muttered and he felt it more than heard it, your lips moving lightly against his skin, your nose soon nuzzling his long one and it's as if his head moved along on it's own accord.

This was such obvious manipulation-...!

– I don't need a break! I-...!

– I know you don't, Eddie. – you rudely cut him off, thumbs caressing his cheekbones – But I'm asking you nicely. I miss you.

Even if he protested, you wouldn't've let him go. It was obvious in the way your arms slid around his neck and shoulders, hugging him to your body, almost suffocating him in your chest and he just had to brace his hands on your back. And maybe he would've even pulled away, but you were so... warm. Soft. Like a pillow. And it made him snuggle in further.

– You're so clingy sometimes, you know that? – he muttered, his arms wrapping around you tighter, fingers hooking into your flesh and he felt your fingers slide into his hair, gently massaging his pounding scalp, making the ache almost instantly ease off slightly. His muslces started relaxing, too, his spine finally having a break from holding up his weight.

– You know you like it. – he clearly heard a chuckle in your voice, and it made his hand slide up to the back of your head to push you further into in, to quiet you, as his chin found it's place on your shoulder. Your nails dragged up and down his back, sneakily creeping under his clothes sometimes, and it made a violent but pleasant shiver run through his body, causing his arms to tighten around you.

Maybe he could take a break. You clearly needed him, it would be unwise to ignore you for too long. You could feel neglected, abandoned even - that could cause... problems. He didn't have the strength to deal with problems now. He could just indulge you for a little bit, no harm done. And so, his grip tightened, his body curling around you so every possible part of it was touching you.

You so obviously needed the comfort, and truly, he could never deny you.

#riddler #edward nigma #edward nygma #the riddler #jonathan crane #scarecrow #the scarecrow #masters of fear #arkhamverse #my writing #angst #fluff #kinda hurt/comfort #anonymous #damn this was exhausting #but so totally worth it #even i like my work for once

[wheresthemuffinman]

So I've been really into interactive fiction for a long while and I've finally decided to showcase my various MC(s) over different IFs.

(Who I may have incorporated from my OCs from a series (or at least a universe) I'm working on😌)

Picture made by Picrew (https://picrew.me/image_maker/625951)

This MC is based in Triaina Academy by @leo-interactive-fiction

WARNING: This post is long and doesn't have proper capitalisation at times

*looks at the camera* "This is boring, can I please do something else?"

File: #01 : Triaina Academy

Date of recording:*Data Corrupted*

Interviewee: Melody "Mai" Razor

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Appearance: Hazel eyes that look like topaz in bright light and black hair that reach her shoulders. Wears a pair of red glasses and has a mole below her left eye.

Power: Blood manipulation

Description: Seemingly obedient as first, she'll roll along to anything that happens until it starts to inconvenience her or she gets bored. After that it'll be a 50/50 chance she'll start to mess around or just deviate and do something else entirely.

Doesn't trust easily, but loves to mess around with people by teasing them playfully after warming up to them.

Likes to act like she's running on a single brain cell 24/7, has a habit of running around aimlessly and just exploring places that seem interesting.

She took on the name of "Mai" to abandon her past and start anew. She'll grow to letting go of her abandonment issues and let extremely close friends of use her actual name after a long while.

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*The following words appear on the screen: "What do you think about..."*

Emil Dobry

"Em's like the little bro I never had. Though, he tends to be a tad bit too naive for my comfort. We're kinda in troublesome times with cutthroats everywhere and I'm kinda worried he might not be able to make the right call when the going gets tough and I'm not there, you know?"

Notes: Her time as the eldest among her fellow sea urchins when young carried over to the present. She feels responsible for Emil and his happiness. Gets him little trinkets she finds from time to time and he is one of the few people she'll happily do favors for, no questions asked. (The other being a baker who gave her bread occasionally in the past)

Robin Vallenford

"Birdie? He seems alright, can't say much from him at first glance, just know he's hiding something. His fights with Em are a great source of entertainment at times, downright childish on others. On hindsight though, he does bring colour to the whole dorm."

*She tilts a head to the side, leaning back and kicking her feet up midair, grinning slyly*

"I think we'll get along juuust fine."

Notes: She seems to be respectful of Robin and interested in knowning him better. Would gladly play a round of cards with him even if she knew she was going to lose.

Vin Wolfe

*She frowns slightly* "I'm gonna be honest, I didn't think much of Sunshine back in the arena. But when he pulled that gun out I think I nearly lost 10 years of my life. But,"

*She stares at the ceiling thoughtfully*

"He doesn't seem to mean any harm, maybe he just has a few things to work off." *Mumbling* "Bet his aim's really good too, might want to see if he'll teach me."

Notes: She doesn't know what to fully make out of Vin, she's a little put off by the commander title (she's not used to commanding other people at all. She's prefers to operate independently). More than happy to teach him what she knows about academics. Notes to herself to keep an eye out for his sake.

Calls Vin "Sunshine" (at least in her head).

Leah Scio

*Her eyes light up* "Bluejay? She's really pretty and nice, quiet though. She's also pretty much the only other person I know that wears glasses and I think she reads alot! I'd really like to see her collection sometime. She's like Em, but doesn't appear to be naive. Actually, now that I think about it, I can't really compare those two. It's like oranges and pears you'know? She's definitely smarter, and less emotional when there's thinking to be done."

Notes: She enjoys Leah's company and wants to learn from her. One of the very few people she cares about that she goes easy on when fighting (she feels really bad hurting them). Calls her "Bluejay".

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*Reading through a folder that has the word "CONFIDENTIAL" on its front* "Ooooo"

*A rough voice can be heard from behind the camera* "Woi, who gave that to 'er? Someone take it away!"

*The folder gets swipped out of her hands from a passer-by* "Wha-Hey! What gives-oh"

*she glances behind the camera and readjusts her voice, flashing a sheepish grin*

"Sorry, got a little distracted there, shall we continue?"

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Pierce Crater

"Firecracker? Well I don't really have much to say about him that he himself isn't already making obvious."

*She brings a hand up to her chin, posing in mock contemplation*

"He swears alot, jumps to conclusions, and is really prone to resorting to violence to solve his problems. He would honestly make a terrible diplomat."

*She pauses for a few moments, her eyes go distant*

"Though he does seem to put his best into the many things I've seen him do. His position as a representative might be saying something about his leadership...and he is really easy to embarrass...wonder how he fights...?"

Notes: Her attitude towards Pierce seems to change to somewhat more reasonable and surprisingly more careful, a stark contrast to her more playful and nonchalant interactions to her own dormmates. She doesn't seem to trust him much, but she also doesn't realise herself hanging around him more.

Unfortunately for Pierce (or "Firecracker") , she also seems to be increasingly curious about him after this interview. Granted, this was bound to happen sooner than later.

Matthew Crater

*She squints, a faraway look in her eyes*

"Snowflake's a strange one, never really met anyone who passes out so frequently. He's a cute one though, gonna be honest. Friendly too, other than that though, don't really know much else."

Notes: Amicable with Matthew (Nicknamed: "Snowflake"), she doesn't seem to understand much about his...suggestions to wake up. Most likely will nap with him if she catches his sleeping during a break.

Raven

*Her posture tenses slightly, before quickly relaxing*

"Bubbles'...alright. Honestly I'm more surprised by myself for not getting more freaked out. She unpredictable, and smarter than she lets on."

*She shrugs*

"Needs to calm the homocidal vibes though, I'd be more worried about Em when he's around her."

Notes: Slightly unsettled by Raven's (Nickname: "Bubbles") clinginess to her. She is curious on Raven's interest in her, but also slightly wary of what she could do.

Snipper of Scorpion’s Den

*Her smile grows into a wide Chesire-like grin*

"Ah, finally! Snip's unlike the other lot in the academy. Just met 'er and I already love 'er to bits. Not one to detect social cues though, and is a little too loud at times."

*she winks at the camera* "Trust me when I tell ya that if you were to leave us alone for even 2 seconds, and we'll paint the town red."

Notes: She'll never admit it, but Snipper reminds her a little like her old friends on the street, before she found a roof over her head. She misses them, the people who shaped her and that she'll never see again, making the times she and Snipper hang out sometimes slightly more melancholic.

Outside that though, she's more than willing to watch Snipper testing on something or just working on Sandy.

Fray De Forêt

*She bites her lip, giving a wistful smile*

"Liliac's alright, I don't hate her, she's just a little bit of a snob. Then again, I've never really talked to nobility before, so maybe I should save the judgement for later."

*She stops and smiles slightly at the ceiling*

"Though, she does have a certain respect for nature. I can understand that. The forests hide so many secrets and animals, what's not to love about it?"

Note: She's doesn't really have many feelings towards Fray( Nicknamed: "Liliac"), though she respects her power. She'll listen to her demands and maaaybe oblige them, but she'll be damned if she gives Fray full control over her.

-------------Video freezes, a static of the TV hums, before the screen cuts off into darkness------------

---------------------VIDEO ENDS---------------------

#triaina academy #I wanted to have a some fun while presenting and have decided to make an archive of taped interviews regarding all my OCs. #this includes the ones I've made for my original universe (so it'd be more like AUs for these characters #this includes Mai) #The Archived Tapes #Mai #File 01 #This was my first time making this and this really was fun #The things not centred and I typed this all on mobile I'll fix these later #just realised I have a test to study for but my singular brain cell went: lol nope I wanna write something #so here I am #thanks if you read up to here #it means alot

[aloy-and-jaana]

Aloy's body jerked upright with panic pounding in her chest. She was alone in the snug little Banuk tent.

"What time is it?!" She awkwardly scrambled out the tent opening, barely getting redressed in her Banuk clothing. Disoriented, she threw her arm up to block the blinding sun from her eyes. She heard the crunch of snow behind her, so she spun around in a confused daze, aiming her spear at a perceived threat.

"Whoa! By the blue light, Aloy, relax! It's just me." Jaana side stepped the point of Aloy's weapon before looking the disheveled Nora up and down with a little chuckle. Aloy's hair was a bit of a mangled mess on one side, and her clothes had been hurriedly and sloppily thrown on. "Wow, it looks like someone ended up getting some really good rest." 

"What?! How late did I sleep in?!" When she saw Jaana smiling, Aloy scowled at her. "This isn't funny, Jaana! There are so many things I need to do! I need to speak to Ourea's contact, Sekuli, and figure out where to begin. This is serious! Lives are hanging in the-" 

"Hey, whoa! I understand that." Jaana took hold of both of Aloy's wrists gently but firmly, lowering them along with the spear. "I know you have a lot on your shoulders right now. I promise I understand the gravity of the situation. But what Ourea is talking about is gonna take some real time. You can't just go busting through this stuff. You're gonna have to be kind and patient with yourself. You needed to rest after everything yesterday." 

Aloy blinked at her with a stunned expression for a minute. Her groggy mind was racing too fast for her to keep up. She rubbed her eyes a moment. "You might be right.." She conceded. Jaana gave her a caring look, a bit of sadness lingering in her eyes.

"You must have lived your life suffocating under such enormous constant pressure. Your body is tensed up tighter than a brand new bowstring. Hey.. just try to relax a little." 

"Not really my style." Aloy said dryly. 

"Hmm. I see that." Jaana raised an eyebrow at this sharp tongued girl. It was clear Aloy was uncomfortable, and eager to end the conversation there. Jaana frowned. Though she wanted to press for more, she bit her tongue. "Here, I went to get us some breakfast." Jaana offered Aloy some of the smoked fish she had traded for. Aloy wolfed it down quickly before attempting to redeem her hair and yanking on the rest of her Banuk clothing. 

"Let's be off then!" She put her hands on her hips. Jaana shook her head with a loving eye roll. Absolutely hopeless. 

Jaana led Aloy through the settlement with Banuk traders bustling about. It was starting to feel more familiar, Aloy noted with a smile as a couple of Banuk children ran past her, giggling. 

"How can I explain this politely..?" Jaana rubbed her chin as the two of them walked alongside each other. "Sekuli is.. unique. Don't get me wrong, she's very kind and understanding. I've spoken to her many times. She has her own way of doing things. She doesn't really speak directly. Maybe it's an artist thing.." Jaana shrugged with a grin. 

"I do recall overhearing some Banuk villagers gossiping about her methods, I believe." Aloy noted. "Apparently she tends to stray from tradition?" 

"Sekuli and I have that in common." Jaana nodded. Aloy felt her head tilt back further and further until they reached the steep rock slope atop which she realized the Banuk painter was residing. 

"All the way up there? Well that looks… stable." From the ground Aloy could see the wooden structure swaying. Jaana gave her a pat on the back. 

"Yup. Good luck." Jaana conceded to wait with snow boots firmly against the ground. Besides, this was Aloy's conversation to have. Aloy wrinkled her nose at the snark from the Banuk girl, but her eyes were still glistening affectionately. As she ascended up into the sky, Jaana let out a soft sigh. A group of young hunters walked past her, muttering about the frozen tallneck that lay dormant at the Frostfigures. 

"-swear I saw it move." 

"-I could have taken it down myself if I'd had the chance-" she caught just a few bits of the conversation, rolling her eyes dramatically. The Banuk prized themselves on great feats of strength and survival in the fierce wilderness above all else. Jaana had already experienced firsthand how this competition and toxic pride could poison a family relationship. Sometimes it was tiring to be surrounded by that mindset constantly. She was so lost in her silent thoughts, Jaana failed to hear snow boots landing with a sharp crunch at her heels. 

"What's got you looking so serious?" Jaana nearly jumped out of her skin, and Aloy let out a laugh. 

"Oh, nothing important. So-? Tell me what Sekuli had to say to you!" Janna asked eagerly.

"I mentioned what Ourea said. She told me to bring her some new pigments for paint. And I.. get what you meant about her being a bit unique." Aloy paced forward a moment. "Problem is, I'm not really sure where to find these special pigments she's asking for. I'm not even really sure where to begin." Jaana took Aloy's hands, causing her to freeze. 

"I may not know where you could find all of the pigments she wants, but I do know where to start!" She cried. "There's a small fishing lake not too far from here that I travel to frequently. I know there's a place there with some unusual formation of pigment. Come on, I'll take you!" 

"Are you sure? I'd hate to trouble you-"

"Are you kidding? This is gonna be amazing! I'll show you all of the places I make my travels around in The Cut. We can-" Jaana was stunned silent when Aloy threw her arms around her gleefully. Aloy had never really known companionship like this. Jaana's enthusiasm was contagious and comforting. 

"I can't thank you enough! What would I do without you?" Jaana rubbed the back of her neck when Aloy pulled away, concealing her reddening face. She was sure she felt ready to take on anything and everything awaiting them in the frozen wilds below, so long as they did it together. 

#aloy #fanfic #fanfiction #horizon #gay #horizon dlc #horizon forbidden west #horizon zero dawn #horizon frozen wilds #jaaloy #writing #wlw #lesbians #asexual #slow burn #love story #art #fan edit #harold they're lesbians

[heterochromaticchat]

Eric Siren (M/M)

Hey guys this is my first story on here, or anywhere really.  I would really appreciate it if you could give me some pointers, or suggestions before i post part two. Also any tips for improvement would be very welcome.  I hope you all enjoy Eric.

Rating: sfw 

Relationship: Male reader X Male siren 

Warning: slight injury (twisted ankle) 

The cold sea spray was refreshing as you made your way over the boulders that made up the majority of the coastline of Port Barsel. You had fallen in love with the scenic coastal town when you had visited your best friend there last summer. When you got back home you decided to find an apartment there, you were pleasantly surprised to find a cute little studio apartment with a breathtaking view of the ocean, just barely within your price range. So without a second thought you packed up and moved to the town of your dreams. You loved exploring the beaches in your free time, finding tide pools and observing the life inside of them,sometimes you’d pack a lunch and be gone all day. It was on one such excursion that you stumbled across the beautiful little cove. Nestled between two cliffs it was nearly invisible from the beach, with no clear way to get into it. you discovered the little tunnel quite by accident after slipping on some loose stones and diving behind a rather large boulder. When you got up and brushed yourself off you noticed the opening of a small cave and naturally you went inside. The small cave let out into the hidden cove on the other side of the cliff. It was beautiful. The sandy beach leading out into the crystalline turquoise water took your breath away. The next thing that caught your attention was the large boulder jutting out of the lagoon, there seemed to be an easy way to get out to it. You instantly knew you had to have lunch on that boulder in the middle of the hidden cove. So the next weekend you packed a nice lunch and a picnic blanket and went on your way. And that's how you started your weekly getaways to your own private paradise. 

You sighed in relief as the boulder hiding the cave came into view, it had been a particularly stressful week at work. One of your co workers had recently quit, leaving you to pick up their hours, meaning you were working double shifts almost every day. The paychecks were great, it almost made up for how exhausted you were at the end of the day. As you made your way along the edge of the beach towards the central boulder you felt all the stress melt from your body, it was a nice warm day and perfect for a boulder picnic. you laid out the blanket and rummaged through the picnic basket you packed, pulling out a bottle of water and a tuna wrap. You munched happily on your lunch and let all your worries fade away.  

As you came to you realised it was almost dark, you must've passed out on the warm rock listening to the waves roll into the shore. “I must have been more exhausted than I thought.” you mused aloud, sighing as you realised you would have to make your way back home in the dark. As you started to pack up you took a moment to soak in the picturesque surroundings. The rose colored sky reflected and distorted by the water made the already beautiful cove even more enchanting, like a setting in a fairytale. A loud splash from behind you abruptly pulled you from your daydream. you turned quickly, twisting your ankle in the process and landing on your ass with a rather painful yelp. As you looked up from your now useless ankle, you spotted the source of the splash. A man was hanging on to the side of the boulder staring at you with a shocked expression. “ Are you ok? i'm sorry i didn't know anyone was here.” The man said, his voice full of concern, instantly squashed the anger building up inside. “ I'm fine, I think i just twisted my ankle, you scared me”. “ There's never anyone here, so I didn't think to announce myself, I'm really sorry.” An expression of concern washed across his face. As you stood up hesitantly you got a better look at the man before you, long dark hair hung in wet curls around his face, framing a strong jawline. His olive skin complimented the pale green eyes still staring at you with concern. He looked more like a lumberjack or a bodybuilder than a swimmer, there was something else off about him but you couldn't quite name it.“ like i said im fine its just going to be a pain in the ass getting back home with my ankle”. you hobble over to the man to pick up your picnic basket which was resting just off to the side of him. “ I think we got off on the wrong foot” you say as you bend over to grab the basket. “ it's nice to meet you, my name is…”.  You stop suddenly as a flash of deep bluish black scales catches your eye. At first you think its the body of some gigantic fish, but then to your shock and horror you realize it connects to the waist of the man still clinging to the boulder next to you. A shriek escapes your throat as you stumble away from the creature in front of you towards the opposite end of the boulder. “ What the fuck are you” you practically scream at it as fear and adrenaline coarse through your veins like fire. The thing backs away from the boulder floating a few feet away with its hands raised. “I'm not going to hurt you.” The words do little to slow your heart beat. “ I said what are you?”  With a deep breath, as if bracing himself for your reaction, he says, “ a siren”. You feel your blood freeze.  out of all the things to be stuck in a lagoon with it had to be a siren.  “But I'm not going to hurt you” he said as he slowly began swimming back towards the edge of your rock. “If you want me to, I'll stay right here while you make your way to shore, I swear”. You don't know if it was the tone of his voice or the look in his eyes that convinced you, but it was your only chance to get away. “Ok” you say hesitantly while slowly shuffling over to the opposite edge of the boulder. “  But i want you to keep talking so i know if you slip under the minute my back is turned.” He nods smiling “Of course, I really am sorry” As you drop into the waist deep water, You hear him begin to discuss the weather as if talking with a friend. You take that as your que and trudge as quickly as you can to the beach. True to his word he kept on talking even as you reached the other side of the tunnel. 

It wasn't until you reached the door to your apartment that you realized you had forgotten your basket, which unfortunately had your keys and phone inside of it. You cursed at yourself as you reached for the spare key hidden behind the statue of a mushroom that sweet miss adler gave you when you moved in. As you flopped into bed you let out a defeated sigh as the adrenaline wore off and your ankle began to throb. You knew you'd have to go back and get your stuff the next day. You rolled over burrowing deep into your blankets, the image of those eyes full of concern is the last thing you think of before sleep overtakes you. 

You take a deep breath bracing yourself for whatever may be on the other side of the tunnel. As you walk into the cove you realize with a start that there's someone there, standing on the beach holding a familiar picnic basket. “Oh thank goodness you found my basket. I accidentally left it here last night.” you say walking quickly towards the other person, you were only a few feet away by the time they turned around and a pair of familiar eyes greeted you. “ I was wondering when you'd be back for this.” He laughed, holding out your basket. “We need to talk about last night” You stood there confused rooting you to the spot. “What..how…” you sputter out gesturing at his legs. “ i thought you'd be less frightened of me like this, like i said we need to talk.” He closed the gap between you and handing you your basket. “ If it makes you feel better we can move away from the water.” You grab your basket and nod

#fiction #romance #writers #merman #mermay2020 #siren #monster boyfriend #gay male #male reader #M/M #gay #male monster #exophilia #new writer #please have mercy #please have patience with me

[missbugaboo]

LadyNoir July 2020 | Day 1

"Chat let his fingers hover over her fist, coming close enough to nearly brush the back of her hand with the tips of his claws, but not close enough for her to feel it distinctively. Ladybug wanted to scream."

Written for @ladynoirjuly2020

And a big shout-out to @nerdypanda3126​ for proofreading it for me again!

Day 1: A Wall Between Us

C’est fort quand je le vois Je veux crier sur tous les toits Notre amour qui nous tend les bras Mais je sais que je ne dois pas Ce n’est pas le moment Il faut être patients Être patients

It is strong when I see it I want to shout it out on all the rooftops Our love that reaches us But I know I shouldn’t It is not the moment We need to be patient Be patient

"It doesn't matter, does it?" he asked the night before him, his words echoing in the cool Parisian air with a note of resignation that surpassed even the sadness in them. He was calm, he was composed, he was anything she could wish him to be, handling the situation with all the dignity of a true young gentleman.

A true hero.

And yet, as Ladybug watched his back, stiff and tense under his ebony suit, she couldn't help but regret every wish she had ever made regarding his conduct.

It would have been so much better if he had just screamed with annoyance at her.

"It doesn't matter if I say it or not," she heard him pick up after the shortest of pauses and refocused her wandering gaze at the back of his head; she wished she could look into his face instead, but clearly, that wasn't an option now... and who knew if maybe it wasn't for the best, for both of their sakes. "It doesn't matter if I hold back and pretend that I've moved on or if I throw caution to the wind and go back to telling you how much I actually care. Meaning, there really is no point acting as if I don't."

"Chat, please-" she tried to respond, but he gave her no chance.

"You know that I love you, Ladybug," he said, his voice as firm as it was cold. "You do, so don't hurt me even more pretending that you don't. It's bad enough as it is, without you treating me like a fool."

She nodded, biting her lower lip as she fought desperately in the battle against her own misery. There was a stinging behind her eyes and a wetness under her lashes; a lump rising in her throat and a headache she could feel coming.

Her nails dug against the palms of her hands, so deep that even the magical fabric of her costume wasn't enough to nullify the pain.

She saw Chat turn around slowly and suddenly, she realised that it was far more difficult not to look away on her part. She had prayed for him to face her, she reminded herself, forcing her rebellious body to remain still and meeting her partner's gaze steadily. She would not succumb to her own weakness and run, no matter how much she wanted to.

After all, she owed him that much.

"I do know," she whispered at last, hoping that her resolution would be enough to keep her from falling apart, if only for a little while. "But I never intended to hide it from you. I just... didn't think it would do any good bringing it up again. Perhaps I was the one being foolish this time."

He was closer now, so close that she could see that sad smile of his without even looking directly at it. It made her heart clench with pain; all the more so when she once again recalled that there really was nothing she could do about it.

They were in a pit, and there simply wasn't a way out at this point.

"Because you can't love me back, right?" Chat mused quietly. "But Ladybug, I know that. You've been as clear as you could be and even if that weren't the case, the last two years would have been enough to teach me that sometimes you just can't change how things are. That... stubbornness... regardless of how noble the intentions might be, may often lead to suffering, for both of the parties involved.

"However, the same experience that made that clear to me also taught me something else. Namely, that no matter how much I try, what means I take, I just can't get over my feelings for you; and my hopeless endeavours to do so were exactly what hurt people most."

She felt it rather than saw his next movement, when he raised his hand and reached towards hers. Her instincts told her to step away, or at least to clasp her hands together in a way that would make it impossible for him to grasp her - and yet, that first first impulse was soon overcome by the next, one that made her freeze in space, unable to as much as lift her finger, and much less to make a motion that was not only conscious, but effective as well.

And then it turned out that all of it was of no importance, as Chat himself was the one restraining himself in the end.

She almost wished that he had gone through with it.

Yet, he didn't. Instead, he let his fingers hover over her fist, coming close enough to nearly brush the back of her hand with the tips of his claws, but not close enough for her to feel it distinctively.

Ladybug wanted to scream.

"I'm not asking you to change your mind, you know," he continued in a hoarse whisper that matched her trembling murmurs from before. "Mostly because I know it's not your mind that needs changing. I've learnt first-hand that you can't make your heart feel differently than it does, whether you want to fall in love or to fall out of it... So, I would be an idiot trying to impose something like that on you."

"I've never felt that you did," Ladybug answered quickly, before he could start another monologue. She saw him raise an eyebrow at her and blushed, abashed. "I mean, I did in the early stages, I guess. In those first months of this whole superhero thing... At the time before you found a girlfriend two years ago. But never after that."

"Even though you knew how I felt?"

She shrugged and crossed her arms, embracing her own body tightly. "Maybe? It's not like I knew all along, after all. I really did believe that you'd moved on at first... I mean, you seemed to glow whenever you mentioned that girl of yours, so it couldn't have all been fake. And even when I realised that you still thought about me that way, it was different. You were different."

"I thought I was," Chat agreed with a smile. This time, Ladybug did sense his touch against her hand, before he stepped back and turned away from her. His hand rose to scratch the nape of his neck; once again, she had to restrain from reaching out and grasping it herself. "Though it's certainly good to know that it was more than my wishful thinking. The last thing I wanted was to make you uncomfortable, even if I knew the odds of that happening were slim. So, I'm relieved."

"I'm glad that you are," she offered with a weak smile of her own.

"And I swear that hasn't changed," he went on, as if he hadn't heard her say it; then again, it really could have been the case. "I'm not trying to convince you to reconsider your stance, or to give me a chance. I know that I don't have any. The boy you've always talked about... I don't know if you've reached an understanding with him - quite frankly, I don't think I want to know - but it's obvious that he still means the world to you. That in the same way that I was unable to get over you, you can't really give up on him. And it's fine, it really is... Because I have no intention of standing in the way of that. All I want is for you to let me admit my own feelings and to acknowledge them. I won't ask for anything more than that."

He spun on his heel one more time, ready to face her. His initial animosity was long gone at this point, his trademark grin back in his place with no sarcastic vibe attached to it. There was a melancholy in it. Anguish, perhaps.

Nothing but that.

Ladybug watched him for a while, processing his speech, analysing word upon word of what he had said. She could almost feel herself drowning in all the warmth that had radiated from his assertions, the selflessness and attentiveness with which he had treated her for the longest time, unable and unwilling to break the comforting silence with her own untimely response.

And yet, she was bound to respond.

"You're wrong about one thing," she chose to say eventually. "The boy you mentioned... He's not the reason why I'm keeping my distance with you."

The shock on his face was as great as it was expected, and it almost made Ladybug chuckle - or it surely would have, had the matter not been as serious as it was. Still, it made some of the tension between them dissolve; Ladybug quickly decided that it was an opportunity she should not allow to pass.

In for an inch, in for a mile.

"I don't want to play with your feelings, Chat, which is why I didn't say anything before. Maybe I shouldn't say anything now, either... But you were honest with me, and I feel it's only right if I repay you in kind," she explained carefully. "I don't want to go into details, not yet... However, I believe you have the right to know the reason I'm  still keeping you at arm's length at times - or at least to know what isn't that reason."

"So, what you're saying is... You're no longer in love with him?"

Again, Ladybug nodded.

"But... You still won't fall in love with me?"

His question resonated in her ears for a good few moments, silence falling over them once more as she let herself ponder over his words, trying to find a way to answer him in a way that would be both safe and sincere. There was still so much at risk, way too much for her to easily disregard the first of the requirements, yet at the same time, she couldn't lie to him about a matter so major.

Sadly, she couldn't exactly tell him that she had fallen in love with him already, either.

Which was precisely what had happened. She couldn't tell how or when, though certainly not for the luck of trying to determine it ("I've fallen for Chat Noir, Tikki! When did I do that?!"), and no one, no one had been more surprised than the young superheroine herself (again, not that she was in the position to tell anyone about this insanity). She didn't know if there was a specific moment or event that made her heart speed up for him, or even if there was one that only made her realise her advancing infatuation when she'd been in too deep to even think of going back.

It was unclear, unsettling, confusing... while simultaneously, the more time had passed since she had first accepted a possibility of thinking of her friend in terms of romance, the more obviously natural it appeared.

Because she did love Chat Noir.

Of course she did.

Still, it had taken her aback at first. When Adrien and Kagami broke up (a good five months after she had parted ways with Luka), she was sure that her treacherous heart would take over her brain again, making her go back to square one despite the progress she had made beforehand. Sure, she probably wouldn't fall apart every time Adrien might decide to talk to her when she'd been perfectly able to speak with full sentences (or paragraphs, when her creativeness struck her) for the majority of the previous year. However, that could hardly be a guarantee of her overall success.

Surprisingly, though, the catastrophe she had feared so much didn't come. Weeks and months had passed and the two became closer than ever before - and yet, their relationship never reached the point of being a romantic one. There were a few... instances when it seemed it might go that way - a farewell embrace that lasted a little longer than necessary, a cheek kiss that held more to it than a traditional greeting required.

A few of the many night-time calls that hinted at the prospect of not remaining entirely platonic after all.

All those were one time incidents, too few and too trivial to be given any consideration afterwards. Nothing but hints which, not taken up by the other person, were left alone and forgotten about.

The funniest thing?

It was Adrien who dropped those hints most of the time.

But he wasn't petty or disappointed about it. They were friends - best friends - who also happened to be testing waters a little, after both of their relationships had gone south. She stopped doing it as soon as she realised to whom her heart really belonged now; Adrien went on with it still, though frankly speaking, it seemed more of a habit he'd developed than a serious offer on his part.

So there she was, head over heels in love with her other best partner and friend, who apparently never managed to get over her. A perfect situation with a perfect ending in sight.

If only it was some other time.

"I'm sorry, what?" Chat asked suddenly, making her snap out of her reverie.

The disoriented look he was giving her made her realise that she had said the last part out loud and, not wanting to confuse him more, she rephrased, "The time. It's not the right time."

She had no trouble noticing the change in him, prompted by her words. His eyes widened behind the mask; his breathing hitched for a second while his mouth opened a bit, the hope and anxiety visible in every inch of his being.

Oh, how she wanted to tell him more! To run up to him and throw her arms around his neck, heedless to the risk that was bound to such an act. To forget about Hawkmoth and their duty to defeat him, of Chat Blanc and the tragedy meant to occur if they gave in to their own dreams and needs.

To tell him that she loved him and that she was sure she always would.

But she couldn't tell him that. Even if she made the condition of not becoming official and waiting until Hawkmoth is no more, it would have been to risky. Official or not, a couple or not, they would not be the same after the confession was made - and as much as she yearned to say the words, it was not something they could afford right now.

The moment just wasn't right.

So she stared back at him, their eyes locked together as she tried to convey her affection without making a statement itself. Then she took a deep breath and, making sure he was listening carefully, she asked:

"Will you wait for me, Chaton?"

The gleam of happiness she saw in his irises was all she could ever ask for.

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[satansfavouritesons]

Be patient with me pt. 3

Pairing:Cedric Diggory x Sytherin Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: trigger: toxic parents & swearing

A/N: I hope this was a satisfying ending also request are open now. I'll post the list of people I write about later

part 1 , part 2

Did Cedric Diggory just snap at me? Was this real? I couldn't process what just happened, I mean of all people Cedric was the least to get frustrated with a person.

I was currently lying in my bad and getting this kind of stomachache, like I'm not sure how describe them but sometimes you feel so uneasy or you feel regret that you body decides to make the situation even worst for you. I sat up because I didn't want to risk throwing up in my bed because of this weird feeling inside of me. Honestly I can't tell if I'm angry at him or at my behaviour...well he said that we will have a conversation about that tomorrow so it would be wise for to lie down at least for a bit.

When I woke up I start to realise that I have no idea if I should confront him with our last encounter or wait until he is ready to talk about this. Obviously the stupid person I am, I decided to confront him first because I wasn't willing to wait for his Royal ass to find me... but something made me freeze when I saw him sitting at the Hufflepuff table. I couldn't bring myself to walk there and confront him but why? What was I afraid of? And since when am I this nervous around him.

Fuck it, I'll talk to him later and with that I settled down at the Slytherin table. That didn't mean that I didn't shot glances in his direction. Unfortunately I wasn't as cautious as normal so my friend Arthur caught me in the act. "Didn't think you were the type to daydream about a boy"

"I beg your pardon?!", I replied confused.

"Well I have some advice for you, love . Advice number 1. don't make it to obvious otherwise everyone at Hogwarts will find out that you are one of Diggory's fangirls and advice number 2. you better hurry up I heard he is still a virgi-"

before he could go on I needed to take more drastic measures so that's why I slightly hit him with my book.

"Will you shut up for Salazar's sake, I can't recall since when it's any of your business who I find intriguing ?!"

As much as I wanted to wipe Arthur's shit eating grin out of his face, I had other plans. I stood up and wanted to go to the Hufflepuff table but again hesitated which meant I sat back down again. That shit went on for 4 more times before Cedric looked at me. He kept his stare for what felt like an eternity but suddenly broke eye contact and went back to the conversation he had with his friends. What the actual fuck?! When is the right time to talk about it? I inhaled and tried to calm my nerves. I decided to leave the Great Hall and go to the library... I needed to return that book anyway.

Arriving at the library I headed straight to the History section to choose another book. I need to admit the last one was pretty boring. It had alot of details but it surely did focus on the progress of every event rather than the historical events on their own. I hope the next one will be-

"Y/N"

I knew exactly who called me and with that turned around, faced Cedric and waited for him to say something.

"I have Quidditch practice in 15 minutes so how about we talk about you know 'the situation' before Herbology class because I have a free period then?" Cedric eyes were hopefully searching for my answer.

"Yes sure".

Great now I need to wait another 3 hours ... I guess since I have some spare time now I could go and head back to my dorm room and sleep for awhile. I really could use some extra sleep. But of course my pathetic fate had other plans.

A letter was lying on my nightstand and as much as I can tell it's a non magical one. That only means trouble because I knew exactly from who this letter could be. I knew I had only had some spare time before meeting up with Cedric but I also knew that if I ignore this letter from my parents I will probably forget it completely which means I can bet my sweet ass that I will have a huge problem because I didn't write them back. So I decided to open the envelope...

My eyes teared up when I finished reading the letter.

'DISOWN' ?! How am I supposed to find a place to stay, a job and proceed with school at the same time? Couldn't they wait until I graduated?! And where... where am I supposed to stay when summer holidays start?I have only 3 more months to figure this out.

It didn't shock me in the slightest that my parents disowned me but it did shock me that they did it before graduation. I was so filling with anger that I didn't realise that I was crying. I went to the mirror and wiped my eyes dry before heading straight to my escape place which is near the Forbidden Forest on a rock because I feared my roommates may return from their classes and I couldn't bear that they see me in this state. The reason why this place is my escape place is because I haven't seen 1 person going here and except for my friends nobody knew that I went there. So I sat down on the cold stone and stared at the Forbidden Forrest.

I didn't even realise how much time has past but regardless of my promise to meet up with Cedric I remained where I was and gazed blankly into the void. So many thoughts crossed my mind right now. No matter if it's about how I'll survive during summer holidays since hogwarts sents all students home or if it's simply about since when my parents stopped caring about me.

I couldn't tell to be honest it seemed like their hatred was always present or at least that's the only memory I have of them. Nevertheless I couldn't possible have a conversation with Cedric in my state of mind. I probably couldn't concentrate on what he says and just ignore him while thinking about my current situation. I'm going to explain myself afterwards right now I need to clear my mind.

But honestly it still shocked me that people don't realise that a child won't fix a doomed relationship. I mean why did my parents decide to keep me anyway if the result would be traumatising and abandoning me. Some people just shouldn't have the right to become parents in the first place.

I wiped my eyes dry and tried to think rationally about my next steps. Maybe if I talked with Slughorn about my situation he would understand and have a word with Dumbledore if it would be possible for me to stay at hogwarts during summer. Slughorn seemed to be a trustworthy teacher so I think I could talk to him ... well so is McGonagall but I don't really have anything to do with her. She just seemed like a compassion, caring teacher but-

"Y/N?"

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck .

"I thought we meet up before Herbology? I've searched you everywhere and only when your friends told me the places I could possibly find you, I did" Cedric said frustrated.

"I'm sorry Cedric, I didn't feel in the condition to talk. I would have apologised afterwards " I replied but still keeping my eyes on the forrest not daring to look at him.

"Have you- you cried, didn't you? Your eyes are puffy and red... Y/N... if something is bothering you, you should have come to me immediately" Cedric said with a soft voice and placed his hand on my shoulder. My body shivered when he touched my shoulder.

"Sorry I- I didn't want to scare y-"

"It's okay Cedric, you didn't and I know I can rely on you but I-... I don't know...". I could see him frowning and biting his lip from the corner of my eyes.

"Do you want a hug?" Cedric asked hesitantly.

This really caught me of guard and I just looked down on the ground before nodding my head. He started of with an awkward side hug, not knowing if pulling me into a firm hug would be to much but I did exactly that. I swung my arms around his torso and buried my face in his neck and stated to unintentionally sob.

After awhile I calmed down and slowly pulled back because I thought if I kept hugging him I couldn't stop anymore. He was so soft and smelled like honey and chopped wood. It was really hypnotising but also calming.

"Remember when you told me that Slytherins tend to say 'I care about you' instead of 'I love you'? You know I'm not a Slytherin but- Merlin.... Look what I'm trying to say is that I care about you a lot and it hurts me knowing that you are holding on to many unsaid things which is eating you up inside everyday. And I was so stubborn to see that so that's why I got so frustrated with you. I thought you avoided me on purpose or something. I need to give credit to your friends for that because I didn't realise that by myself", Cedric confessed while whipping away my tears from my cheek.

I looked into his eyes and honestly I didn't know what took over me but I pecked Cedric lips for 2 milliseconds and pulled back with wide eyes. Slowly regret started to built up and I felt completely embarrassed. It took Cedric quite awhile to proceed what just happened but he quickly pulled me in another, longer and more passionate kiss.

When we pulled back he pulled me into his embrace and mumbled into my hair

" Please whenever you feel the need to talk to somebody about ANYTHING at all just tell me. I will always be here for you."

This time he hugged me like a fragile glass figure that could break if you hugged it to tight. But I simply hugged him like I never wanted to let him go which results him to tighten his hug.

"I do have something important to tell you but this can wait because I want to enjoy this moment", I replied.

"Whenever you are ready, darling. I'll be patient".

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[spacegirlinorbit]

Fooling You? Series

Fooling You? Chapter 4: For when two are gone the third will speak

Warnings: swearing 

Taglist: @treestarrrrrrrr

Fooling you Masterlist 

A/N: so I changed Marlene’s story a little in this story to her transferring to hogwarts the summer before her 5th year not six for something later on in the story. Also for the sake of the story and something that will appear more important later we are going to assume that Grindelwald’s patronus is a phoenix like Dumbledore.  

(All rights to HP universe belong to JK Rowling)

I do not own the gifs (found edit on google)

Song: A Sweeter Place by Selena Gomez ft. Kid Cudi 

Chapter 4: For when two are gone the third will speak

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“Sorry about Marlene. She’s usually worked up after Quidditch practice.” Says Dorcas.

“Oh that’s okay.” I get out before Lily who also steps in to diffuse the tension Marlene left in her wake.

“She’s going through some stuff as well, but she also transferred here last summer so she knows what its like to be in your position. She was excited to hear we were getting a new roommate.”

“Oh, that’s a bit of relief.”

“Yeah, should we head down to the common room? Maybe meet some of the students?” Lily suggests.

“Um would it be alright if I just rest for a minute?” I ask feeling slightly tired and uncomfortable at my new dynamic in life.

“Oh sure! Why don’t we, Dorcas, go get snacks and drinks and we can hang out here for the night?” Lily suggest to me and Dorcas.

“Sounds good to me, thank you Lily.” I reply. She seems nice enough maybe I won’t have to convince too hard on my story.

“Of course.” Lily smiles.

“We want you to feel welcome. I’m sure its all a lot to take in right now.” Dorcas chimes in with a smile. I return her smile and Lily and Dorcas leave. I sit on my bed and lie back as I put my arm over my eyes.

“Hey, you’re the new roommate right?” I hear the door squeak open and sit up to see Marlene drying her hair in a towel with her fluffy bathrobe on.

“Yes. I’m y/n.”

“Marlene. Nice to meet you. Sorry about earlier quidditch takes out the worst in me sometimes. It’s those slimy Slytherins.” Marlene explains.

“Oh, well I, um, might I ask what is quidditch?” I stammer.

“Darling you don’t know what quidditch is?”

“..no...” I say nervously. Am I supposed to just know this?

“Well, darling,” she starts and has a seat next to me. “It’s a vigorous sport that is kind of like lacrosse but on broomsticks and there’s this special ball called the golden snitch to which if the seeker catches it earns the team 150 points and therefore wins the game.” She rambles on. I’m still slightly confused at the explanation and she must see it on my face because she says next, “You’ll understand once you see it in person.”

“What else does Hogwarts have?” I ask.

“Well besides the one sport and the triwizard cup, the school works on a point system by the houses. Did Dumbledore explain any of this?” She asks.

“Not a thing.” I reply with a sigh.

“Oh hey it’s okay. I was new too and it’s a weird adjustment but you got the best roommates and just wait til you meet the boys.” She says getting up at the end with a big smile on her face. She gets her clothes and heads to the bathroom but leaves the door slightly cracked to keep talking to me.

“They are just the craziest motherfuckers you’ll ever meet here. Troublemakers they are, but nonetheless the best Hogwarts has to offer. Don’t even get me started on how they look! All of them are handsome in their own way. Oh but stay away from-“ she cuts short as we both hear the room door open. I sit up from the bed on my elbows to see Lily and Dorcas come in.

“Lily Fire is that you?” Marlene calls.

“Yes.” Lily replies and smiles at me. Dorcas comes over with a drinks in hand and lets me choose what I want. I go for a grape soda and thank her.

“I was just about to tell our new roomie about the boys!” She calls a bit louder as she turns on the blow dryer.

“Oh.” Lily looks over at me. “What did she say?”

“Handsome troublemakers.” I breathe after taking a sip of my drink.

Lily chuckles at this and nods agreeing with the statement. “That they are. Maybe you’ll meet them tomorrow.”

“Isn’t there a-” Dorcas tries to say, but Marlene quickly and loudly chimes in as she exits the bathroom, “PARTY!” 

“Oh! You came just in time for the party!” Marlene squeals out while the bottle cap makes a ‘pop’ as she opens it. That I did. I wonder if I can get my hands on that sweet drug again here, probably best I don’t since I was left passed out for a day… I think.

“Do you like parties?” Dorcas asks me drawing me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah. Parties are like my sweeter place.”

“HAhaha oh I like you.” Marlene laughs out. 

“We should take you to hogsmeade tomorrow with us to gather some supplies for the party and not to mention your school things as well.” Lily suggests. 

“Sounds great. I am low on ink and paper.” 

“Excellent. I’ll wake you tomorrow then.”

“Sure.” I replied with a smile.

“We ought to get new party clothes. I’m tired of my old ones.” Dorcas whines. 

“Good thinking Dorcas! You guys get the supplies and me and Dorcas will get us party outfits.” Marlene shares.

“Oh that’s okay I don’t-”

“Don’t you dare say you don’t need any, because you can never have enough party clothes.” Marlene points an accusing finger at me. I decide to not challenge it and let her be in her bliss. They really are a cool group of friends. I look at Lily who is laughing at Marlene who exaggerates how she’s going to make us all look hot and Dorcas tries to hide her giggling. I think we’ll get along fine. I hope that we can. I would hate to be alone in my last two years of school since after I graduate I will be all alone. 

I finally feel like I can flourish here and be a little more honest. I am so close to home now and I can feel the darkness in me wanting to seep out. I have to be careful around here for the next couple weeks until I can find a place to keep up my practice in the dark arts. I saw a woods right outside of school. I could go there. It's called the forbidden forest right? So I shouldn’t have to worry about being spotted. 

We all talk amongst each other, and they mostly ask if I'm comfortable. I appreciate their concern and hope I can adjust quickly to the change. Soon time flies by and its shortly past midnight. We all get ready for bed and I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and change quickly while I'm in there. I take a look at my right hip side and there my tattoo lays in all its glory.  A phoenix representing my patronus. How odd that me, Grindelwald, and Dumbledore all share the same patronus. Fate must know something I don’t. 

I head to bed saying my goodnight to the others and let the covers envelop me softly and I quickly draw my eyes close and sleep overtakes me. 

Marauders POV 

“Y/n.” Lily calls softly after a few minutes y/n goes to bed. 

“Y/n!” Marlene calls out a bit louder and lily quickly shoots her a glare and a shush.

“What? You were never going to find out if you whispered it.” She shrugs. Lily shakes her and gets out of bed putting on her slippers. 

“Let’s just go.” She whispers into the dark and the other girls shuffle out of bed quietly as they put on their slippers and robes to leave the bedroom. 

They descend the stairs from their dorm quietly and quickly to meet the others in the common room. There they were in all their disastrous glory. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. James sat on the couch as Remus sat on the armchair of the couch on the other side. Sirius stood by the fireplace that is ablaze warming the room nicely while having a smoke. Peter sat on the floor hugging his knees near the fireplace. 

“Well hello ladies. Glad you could join us.” James announced making all the other boys turn their attention to them. 

“Let’s make this quick then.” Lily strikes back. James can’t help but smirk at her snarkiness. Lily and Dorcas both take a seat on the couch and Marlene pushes her way past Sirius to get to the chair across the room. You could say a cold lightning bolt struck between them leaving the room with a bit a tension no one asked for but got anyway. 

James commences the meeting. “Dumbledore sends his regards for not being able to host our meeting tonight seeing as he matters to attend to regarding our new student. He would like a report from you ladies soon about her behavior and what she tells you.”

“Of course.” Lily reassured. 

“Have you guys managed to find anything?” Remus questions. 

“No. She barely had anything with her when she came to hogwarts. Just some clothes and books. There is a picture of her and her mom. Nothing suspicious though. We already know about that.” Lily answered. 

“She does like parties though.” Marlene speaks up. “We are actually taking her out to Hogsmeade tomorrow.”

“You’re what?” Sirius perks up at this. 

“Open your ears, black.” Marlene spits out with a roll of her eyes.

“You don’t even know her.” He comments. He holds a deadly cold stare towards Marlene who pretends to not notice his existence. 

“That’s why we are taking her, dumbass. It’s our mission to get to know her and trying to do that by cooping her up in the room is not going to help.” Marlene claimed as she now returned his stare with a cold one of her own. Hell could freeze over with the look they are giving each other now. 

“She’s right, Sirius.” Lily starts. “Taking her to Hogsmeade can get her to trust us and she needs supplies.” Marlene gets a ‘hmph’ in triumph as Lily finishes. Black sighs and looks towards James. James shrugs knowing they are right. 

“Maybe we should go with you guys?” Sirius suggest. 

“Ugh no we don’t need you guys. We are going girl shopping.”

“Like i care about your shopping spree, but we could hang in the back.” Sirius and Marlene start to argue and as they go back and forth on the distaste for each other everyone else is already sighing and tryng to block out of the two, but they keep getting louder and louder and Lily just snaps, “ENOUGH!” 

“Me and the girls can handle y/n. You guys need to set up the party or did you forget?”

“How can you say that? We know she’s powerful and don't forget who got you the entail on her. If they want her, who's to say they won’t come after her there? Who is to say she isn’t already in contact with them and it’s a trap? She could hurt you guys.” Black responds in a single breath of all the things that could be wrong with the situation.

“Sirius, we appreciate your concern.” Lily speaks. Marlene scoffs at this. “But we can handle whatever comes. We are strong together and if she is as powerful as you think who is to say she isn't just as perceptive. She could catch on to the four boys who are following us around a small market area. If something is wrong we will call for you guys.” Dorcas nods in agreement which reassures Remus who finds himself nodding a little as well and then quickly stops with a slight blush realizing what he was doing. 

“That’s my girl.” James boasts and Lily hits him on the shoulder. “Not your girl.”

“I don’t like it, but fine. Goodnight everyone, except Muddy.” Sirius says using the ugly nickname towards Marlene who sticks her tongue out towards him as he throws his cigarette in the fire and walks towards the descending stairs to the boys dorm. 

Everyone says their goodnight to each other and walk away to their respective dorms. Little does y/n know about the meeting that took place as she has a vivid dream where she sees Grindelwald in his small cell. 

“Gell.” She whispers in her sleep before the others enter and fall asleep as well unbeknownst to her dream and her of their secret meeting.

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[irepookie]

Infinity Chapter 4-

Meet The Family (PT.1)

Summary: QUEEN AU where Rog (aka Rowan Queen) is a young single dad struggling to make it into music industry.

Warnings: not really. Just fluff, sappiness and swearwords here and there

Disclaimer: I don't own the pictures. The boys are based on Queen, but Piper, Gina and Callie are mine

John: Rick Lincoln (Cause he is John Richard Deacon born on August 19th 1951™™™™™)

Brian: Terry Garrett (Cause my uncle used to have a black puddle named Terry and I had no choice)

Freddie: Len Mars (Yea I couldn't help myself)

Chapter 4- Row opens up with the boys about the raisin.

“I'm a dad”........

"Okay, let's... let's get over this again: A daughter?" Terry, the band's guitarist couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes, Terry. A daughter" Row repeated for the 19th time from the other side of the phone.

"A baby." Len said, taking another sip of his tequila.

"No, a 30 year old alpaca." Row said sarcastically. "Yes, a goddamn baby. Fucking gorgeous, just so you know"

"And you're gonna keep her." Rick, who had been quietly plunking his bass' strings, added. "Are you sure?"

"It's done. I've already kept her. And it's not like I'm rescuing a shelter dog. She's mine. Period."

"Sorry, was just trying to... Wrap my head around it"

To be honest, Row still couldn't quite believe it (that he was a father). Not even now, as he tried to convince his best friends while holding his girl with the other arm.

"And is your mom okay with it?" Terry asked

He scoffed, clutching his Lil raisin close at the thought "My mom has no say in this".

"But she knows" Rick said.

He sighed "Yes, she knows. And she was a bitch about it, okay? She can disown me for all I care". It's not like there was much to inherit, anyway.

There was a general sigh from his three best friends.

"And what are you gonna do?"

" 'bout what?"

"Um, I don't know, man. About School? Maybe about your life in general?"

"School ain't something I'm worrying about".

"What a surprise" Rick rolled his eyes.

"But you're still in the band right?" Len said

"Oh, of course. Of course. You guys are gonna be the only ones keeping me sane"

They chuckled

"But we ain't gonna babysit for you, huh?"

"As if you knew anything about babies"

"Well, the same as you." Terry said

"Just what I was saying: nothing at all" Row grinned

"Her future looks bright, then" Len half teased.

"Incandescent, in fact" Row could pretty much hear Terry's arched eyebrow.

The youngest member could only roll his eyes and try not to take it as an insult. He knew this was a lot to process all of a sudden and that in the inside, beyond the sarcasm and teasing, they were happy for him.

"Whatever, guys" he replied, as Pips began to frown. He sighed, knowing that meant smelly treat was on its way "Gotta go. By the way, she just told me she thinks you guys stink" he grinned, before hanging up.

The other three men exchanged a confused glance, and stayed in silence for a minute, until Len broke it:

"I say he'll go completely nuts in seven days".

"That long? Nah, I think less than 24 hours after they leave the hospital." Terry said

Len smirked "Bet?"

"I'm a bit tight at the moment, pal"

"Then not money. If I win, you'll be my model for the midterm design project. It's 30's fashion. For ladies, of course".

"Ok. But if I win you'll do my chores for a whole weeks."

"A whole week?!"

"Seven days, if you prefer it."

They shook hands "Deal. Rick? Join us?"

"I actually rather believe that they'll be alright" Rick got up and stretched.

"Well of course they will. Eventually. Row always figures things out." T said

"The fun part is to watch him go crazy in the meantime" Len chuckled "Like when he first moved in and left a fork in the plate when first using the microwave"

They laughed, remembering how their friend had called them at 9 PM in panic, screaming the microwave had exploded.

"Let's just hope for the best. I mean he seemed quite sure of himself this time. And who knows, maybe being a dad is the best way to grow up." Rick defended

"Yea, well a bit radical, don't you think?" Len said

"Like sock therapy. If smokers quit when diagnosed with lung cancer, maybe Row settles down now he has a baby"

"I just still don't get why he didn't just put her in adoption" T said

Rick shrugged "Would you if you were in his shoes?"

"Absolutely"

"That's exactly how Row would've answered, say, a week ago. That's what we all answer. Until it really happens. I think it's one of those situations where you can't really picture until you live it."

"But this is Rowan Queen we're talking about. Rowan <<Made out with both Jones Twins at the same party Cause I didn't remember which was which>> Queen. I mean, he does know that a kid is gonna freeze his sex life for indefinite time, right? What the hell was going through his head?" Terry said

"I can't believe you think that." Len interjected "I mean, I'm the one who's never gonna be a dad here, and the one who failed biology, but even I get it. He met her right? Before any decision was made, he met her. Once you meet your kid, you're tangled up forever. And you might think you're not but if you give them away you'll never get rid of a feeling of remorse."

"Wow, Lenny, that was deep"

"Yea, where'd you get that from?"

"Just common sense."

"Funny, considering you're the one who's started the bet" Rick grinned

"One thing doesn't prevent the other. And out of the two of us, I'm the optimistic! He gave him one day, I gave him seven! I trust him"

"Well I'm not sure if I do. I mean, I love him, he's a great guy, a great musician, and everything else, but he's not reliable. Remember his first job as a waiter? I'm still waiting for the fish and chips I ordered last April"

The other two chuckled "I once lent him a t-shirt, and I swear I saw Liz Michael's wearing it" Len said

"See what I mean?"

"Yes, well, we can't do anything about it, T. It's his life"

"But this affects us too, one way or another. This affects the band. And he didn't even consult us"

"Well what did you expect him to do? Call and go <<Hey guys, are you fine with me having a daughter? No? Okay, just checking. Bye>>?" Rick imitated a phone with his hand, doing a decent impression of their friend's high voice.

"A head's up would have been nice"

"Terry, just chill for fucks shake. I mean, this is unexpected, but Row's our best friend, our brother, and we have to support him. Because, if he's a dad, that's makes us her uncle's. And it'll be fun having a little niece we can spoil" Len smiled at the idea.

"Spoil? With what money?" Terry, always realistic, put his hands on his hips

"With the upcoming tour's, of course darlings" he twirled majestically around the room

"First, that's in four months" Rick reminded

"If it does happen at all"

They still had one last song to arrange And record. Plus, they didn't know how Row was gonna make it work now he had a baby. But nobody addressed that concern out loud.

"Oh don't be so goddamn negative, fellas! C'mon! We're uncle's! Row's made a very important, life-changing, mature decision, and we should be proud of him. So" he went to the fridge and returned with three beers "I say we toast for him and the lil Queenie"

The other two grinned and accepted the cans, opening them.

"Oh, I say we Split a fourth beer in his behalf, cause parents shouldn't drink while breastfeeding" Terry mocked, earning a laugh

"To the Queens" Rick raised his can "For our little bro to take this seriously and not fuck this kid up"

"To the Queens" Terry and Len crashed theirs as well.

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Meanwhile, in the hospital...

"Goddamn it, raisin! How can someone so small produce so many colors of something so stinky?" Row exclaimed, holding his breath as he clipped the fresh nappy on his daughter "We only feed you milk! Like... Like white milk! How can you turn a white liquid into rainbow pudding? Holy shit" he held the dirty one at arms length and threw it in the bin "It's a damn good thing I love you, cause I won't do this for anyone else" he told her, lifting her up to his chest again before walking around the room

"You gonna be a good girl for me for the next eighteen years? Huh?" He kissed her chubby cheek "What am I saying? You're my daughter, of course you're gonna be a trouble maker. But we'll get along, you'll see. I ain't gonna be like my parents. Don't worry. I won't be a bloody pain in the ass like mom, and I will never ever do anything my old man did. That I can promise. But I gotta admit I do want you to be like Gina. Yea, she's a control freak sometimes, but let's face it: she's gotta be the strongest person I've ever met. You should've seen her kicking the bastard out the house. She took no shit."

He smiled somewhat proudly at the memory, and for a second forgot how mad he was at her for turning her back on them.

"You wanna be a badass gurl like her? Huh? Yes you do. Yes you do" he cooed, craning his neck so he could brush his nose with her little button one. Her fist chose to close around the nearest strands of blond hair on reach, which he found secretly adorable.

But a part of him did wish he had mom's support. After all, despite the rough patches through his teens, they had always had each other's back; through thick and thin. She had have to raise him all alone, and although he hadn't even begun with Pips, he already knew it hadn't been easy. She may be stern, and a bit inflexible when it came to negotiating allowance. She could come across as rude if you caught her in the wrong mood (which many neighbors had) but above all she was a good person and a good mother.

And looking back, he hadn't been such a great son. He could have been more responsible, less handful and more obedient. Less rebellious, too. He could have thanked her more often for the thousand things she did everyday. For the meals. For all the jobs she had taken to provide for the two of them. For the surprise birthday gift she had got him with the money she had been saving: a real drum kit. For helping him move out her house into that one room crappy appartement which would be Pip's home.

But still she had rejected Piper without a second thought, regardless of her anger towards him; Pips was her granddaughter, she had done nothing wrong and as her father, Row doubted he would ever forgive Gina.

He sighed, untangling the hand of his hair and bringing it to his lips "But you don't have to worry about all that. Just concentrate on staying strong and growing up. And I promise I'll focus all of me on being the best dad. That you'll never miss a mom cause you don't need one. You've got me and I swear I'll be enough. Even if I'm still young: I'll have it all more fresh won't I?" He grinned "You're the one person who's never judged me yet, and I don't wanna let you down"

That a was vow. And he was determined to keep it.

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This one goes to my mega-paragraphist @definitely-darcy who's got my engine going through the usual inspiration blocks, and who's reviews help me improve. She's made me believe in this fic, and encouraged me to keep going despite the one digit notes.

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#queen band #roger taylor #single dad! roger taylor #dad roger #brian may #Freddie Mercury #john deacon #queen fic #no smut just fluff #non romantic #Infinity fic #baby prune