#Take My Hand; I'm Here To Protect You; Nothing Will Stop Me (James)

[aprilthearcher]

me and you... were meant to be.

[remus lupin x f!reader] [platonic james potter x f!reader]

slytherin!reader (because i myself am one). use of (y/n) (though i tried my best to not overuse it)

angst, but happy ending. remus' insecurities get in the way of your fresh relationship. 3k words.

i haven't written for remus for a long, long time so i tried to do my best because i love him to pieces and recently i've been experiencing a remus lupin era so... here it is. also, that spell she uses to protect her home... i've no idea if it exists, i just liked it.

english is not my first language, so there could be some mistakes. pictures are not mine.

thank you for reading!

i wrote this while listening to "Don't Delete the Kisses" by Wolf Alice and "What if I Love You" by Gatlin.

“What if you and I… What if we were never meant to be?”

“What are you saying, Remus?”

“I'm saying that I don't think we… I don't think it’s good for us to keep seeing each other.”

“But, but why? We are so good right now, we… I’m trying here, Remus, but I don't get it. Why would you do this?”

“I've just told you, we are not meant for each other. You… you des…” He stopped mid sentence. “I don't see you like that anymore, I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise.”

Now, on top of a bus that would drop her off a couple of blocks from her flat, she couldn’t recall a single moment in their short relationship that could’ve propelled something like this. They were good, really good. After dancing around each other for so long during their Hogwarts years, they had finally admitted their feelings one summer afternoon while looking at the sun go down and the moon rise up. Four months later, he was ending it. Salazar, could he have been high? She knew sometimes the boys would smoke those muggle herbs Marlene would bring them, overcharging them of course, but he had never said something so… heartbreaking under their influence. No, he couldn’t have been high, he would become even touchier when he’d smoke some, ignoring his friend’s presence and delighting in the passionate, even primal, effect they’d produce; the lightheaded feeling that allowed him to relax and run his fingers through her arms, her hands, her neck and jaw…

She pressed the palm of her hands against her eyes when they started to water for the fifth time that evening after leaving Dorcas’ apartment complex. Was he so desperate to get rid of her that he couldn’t even wait to do it at home? What would her great-grandmother think of her if she saw her like this? “Crying over a half-blood, a HALF-BREED, you are nothing but a blood traitor. You’ve tainted our legacy, you and your good-for-nothing parents, you are no more worthy than those mudbloods you hang round, affiliating yourself with muggles, living a life surrounded by them." Why did she keep caring about what she would think? She had never shared her views on blood purity and how any wizard or witch that wasn’t part of the Sacred Families would be undeserving of its magic. She hated people like her grandmother. She hated that the old hag had tried to drill these thoughts into her head since a very young age. She was glad she had died and she was glad her parents were nothing like their parents, so why was she remembering her now? Perhaps it was the fear of losing her entire friend group that made her sick mind resort to conjuring the old witch’s voice in her head.

She truly hoped for her great grandmother to be rolling in her grave at the sight of one of her descendants crying over a werewolf and the possibility of losing her entire friend group made up of blood traitors, half-bloods, and muggleborns. 

She knew they weren’t like that, that they wouldn’t isolate her for something like this. Merlin, they didn’t even know, at least until tonight, of their relationship! Though she was sure it wouldn’t take long for them to figure it out after how she had left in such an abrupt manner, without saying goodbye and barely making it to the door without the tears falling down her cheeks. She had left the task of explaining everything to Remus. 

“Lady, this is the last stop!” The bus driver called out from the front of the vehicle.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck Remus Lupin for breaking her heart, for making her cry and making her miss her bus stop. Fuck him for making her feel so in love she left her guard down, fuck him for assuring her that he could trust him. 

Although she had planned to take the muggle bus to get her mind off things and not get home immediately — for she was sure her lonely flat would make her feel worse, for she was sure there was one of Remus’ sweater idle placed on the back of an armchair she was hoping to return tonight after he’d accompanied her home —, she had not anticipated missing her stop and having to walk ten or so blocks home. It was not that she felt unsafe wandering through London this late, but she just felt emotionally exhausted.

She almost jogged all the way home, not wanting to encounter any trouble on her way home for she was not in the right state of mind for fighting anyone, muggle or not. Though, perhaps, the rush of adrenaline that would come from a brawl would bring her back to life, a little at least. 

She’d taken two steps into the hallway when she saw the light coming from her flat. Stopping on her tracks, she got her wand out of her leather holster strapped in her left shoulder and approached her door. Good thing she had opted to climb the stairs instead of apparating inside; if she were to be ambushed, she wouldn’t have had any time to prepare. 

With the whisper of an incantation the door opened slowly. For a moment, she forgot about Remus and the only thing on her mind was to find out who was inside her home. Her mind was reeling with ideas. Death eaters. 

Death eaters. Death eaters. Death eaters.

But how? She had secured the place with some, if not all, of the best protective spells. Dorcas had helped her set them up. The locks were unbreachable, as well as the magical barriers protecting the walls from all sides, there were only two people that could apparate inside, her and…

“Prongs?”

She had chosen James as the only other person to be able to apparate inside her home. The spell was infallible and it had taken them several months of hard work, but it was worth it since not even someone who had induced the polyjuice potion, impersonating James, could get in. 

She saw him pacing round her living room, his fingers twirling his wand in the air, a trick she had seen muggle musicians do when playing the drums. He stopped once he saw her, quickly coming to wrap one arm around her frame while the other pushed the door closed. The hiss of the invisible sigils increased for a second.

“I thought something had happened to you on the way home, you took so long. Why did you take so long? I was worried sick.”

“Merlin, James, the baby is making you act just like your mother.”

“Shut up, I was genuinely worried. Was about to go searching for you.”

“I took the bus but missed my stop, so I had to walk.”

He nodded, relaxing a bit now that he saw his best friend was okay. Physically, at least. Her emotions were still all over the place, her heart had calmed down and decided to break again after realising there were no intruders in her home. 

“What happened back then, dove? With Remus? You, you just run away.”

“I think you know what happened, James.” She said, while hanging her coat in the rack and taking out her boots. She knew he knew, he wouldn’t have left Dorcas’ flat without an explanation from Remus after seeing her so distressed.

James sighed. Even though her own feelings were messed up, she could still realise this was a difficult position for James, and the rest of them, to be in. (Y/N) and James had been friends since they were young, younger than now at least, knowing each other because their parents introduced them the summer before beginning their third year at Hogwarts. She was a Slytherin thus making it hard for the boy to trust her, even at that age, but one stern look from his mother Euphemia had the boy overcoming his prejudice against her in a heartbeat. It had been quite impossible to separate them since then, which meant introducing her to the rest of his friends. Sirius had been apprehensive, Peter quite terrified… Remus… Remus had been intrigued, you could say. All of his previous interactions with Slytherins hadn’t been pleasing, but this was the girl he had Transfiguration with, who would raise her hand faster than anyone and answer correctly, getting all the spells right on her first try. This was the girl he had glanced at maybe once — he definitely did more than glance — at the library, carrying way too many books for her on one hand while the other, holding her wand, pointed to the floating pile of heavier tomes behind her. 

Remus is also one of his best friends, the four of them are like brothers. She couldn’t deny she was quite surprised to see James here, attempting to comfort her instead of him.

He still had his arm around her shoulders when they started to walk towards the kitchen. If James intended to stay then she was in dire need of some tea to pass the bad taste the fight had left in her mouth. He would want to hear her side of the story. Turning to light up the room, she saw pints of red covering James’ knuckles. She disengaged from his hug, positioning her body in front of his then grabbed his hand, harshly. She heard him wince. His eyes scrunched and his lips closed in a thin line, she knew. He knew that she knew.

“Did any of his teeth fall out?” She pressed her fingers to his bloodied knuckles.

“No, but… Ow! Would you stop that?” He tried to release his hand from his grasp, she tightened her hold.

“I don’t need you defending me, James.”

“You’re my best friend, of course I’ll…”

“He’s your best friend too!” She yelled. Salazar, she was pathetic. Defending the boy who crushed her heart no more than two hours ago. “I don’t want you fighting my battles for me, James, especially when it’s against one of your friends.”

“I’m sorry, dove, you are like a sister to me. I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s not like he did anything wrong though. He… he is allowed to change his mind. I - I was the one to get too caught up. I shouldn’t have, I shouldn’t have…”

“I didn’t punch him because he ‘changed his mind’, dove. I punched him because he was lying about that.”

“James…”

“No, no, listen. Listen to me.” He grabbed her face, wiping the new set of tears that had begun to cascade down her face. “I know Remus and I know that he loves you, that he’s loved you since you jinxed one of the fourth years after bad mouthing Peter, perhaps even before that. He’s not telling the truth and he’s pushing you away because he’s terrified of how much he loves you. That’s why I hit him, thought it’d make him realise he cannot lose you.”

“Salazar, you really are your mother.” James laughs at your comment, heart soaring with desperation at the new turn of events. He knew something more was going on with Remus and (Y/N) as of the last couple of months because James Potter was observant and this new bond didn’t look like the shy glances they’d throw from across the Hall during their Hogwarts’ years. These were slow, delicate touches; soft smiles and bodies that would look to be close to each other every chance they got. So he wanted nothing more than for his friends to be happy; although he should’ve seen Remus’ self-sabotaging tendencies coming because he knew all of his friends like the back of his hand, he didn’t. He blamed the uprising war for that. He blamed it for everything, from clouding Remus’ judgement more than ever to forcing him and Lily, and consequently the rest of the Order, to be constantly on the lookout for danger. None of them had had a good night’s sleep for months now. 

“You should still apologise, you’ve been friends for years and I…” 

Rapid, loud knocks against her front door interrupted (Y/N). She and James looked at each other, he had a hunch of who it might be but getting his wand at the ready didn’t hurt. (Y/N) had the same idea, she started to move towards the entrance with her arm up, wand always pointing at the door.

“Who is it?” The banging stopped.

“It’s … It’s me, Rem - Remus. I - I.” She could hear him shuffling outside, as if he were moving round the place, jumping from one foot to another; he probably was. “It's really me, I - I got you that black leather holster for your wand as a gift. You bought the rug on your bedroom floor in a flea market last month, you said it reminded you of the one you had back home. Your favourite colour is red and you hated yourself for it because James always joked how you should’ve been in…”

“Gryffindor.” By the time Remus had been at the end of his ranting, she had unlocked the door and opened it all the way, hitting the rag on the way. 

“Yeah, but green always looked better on you.” Remus looked at her face, he could see the trail of black makeup going from her eyes to her chin. She must’ve felt his stare because in a swift movement she got rid of the marks, or at least she tried to. It smudged a bit more than he knew she would’ve preferred. 

“You’ve got blood on your face.” She said.

“I know, I - I tripped down the…” Remus tried to explain while cleaning the blood with the back of his sweater. She could’ve told him she’ll clean it up for him with the touch of a finger. She didn’t.

“You don’t have to cover for him, I know James punched you.”

“Damn right I did.” She heard from inside the flat. James was leaning against the arch that separated the living room from the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest and a look that must’ve frightened Remus because of how he bent his head down and then looked up again, nodding as to show he’d understood his lesson. (Y/N) stared at James with an eyebrow raised, he sighed and then said: “I’m going to get Lily back at Dorcas’. See you, dove.” With a crack in the air, James disappeared.

“What I said, earlier, it - it wasn’t true.” Remus began once they had settled on her velvet green sofa. She had found it on the street, a bit tattered but nothing magic couldn’t repair. “I’m an idiot but I’m just so scared. So frightened that.. that what I - what I am will put a higher target behind your back. I’m a half-breed, a monster, and people like me … No, no let me finish. People like me don’t deserve someone as pure as you so I thought…”

“You thought pushing me away, breaking my heart, would solve any of that?”

“Well, yes! If I’m not putting you in danger during the full moon, then I’m putting you in danger because they - they won’t hesitate to come after you if you are with me.”

“You bloody git. They are after all of us, even if we aren’t together, they’ll still come after me…”

“You don’t know that.”

“What are you saying, Remus? I’m a blood traitor in their eyes, my best friend is a muggleborn. My own great-grandmother would put me on the ground if she could see me right now so don’t try to make me understand you with this bullshit. You may be scared of love, of loving me, but I’m not. I love you and I’ve loved you for so long that I’m not going to give you up, not at times like this. I don’t care that you’re a werewolf, I’ve never cared. And I get that it’s hard for you, that you feel guilty when we try to alleviate your pain, but I’m fucking exhausted that you think I won’t be able to handle it, to handle you and your transformations.” She inched her face closer to his, a hand moving up to cradle his jaw while the other grabbed his hand. “I chose to be with you, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be easy and not because you’re a werewolf but because you are an insufferable arsehole who doesn’t let people in, who is afraid of hurting others while not realising that he’s still hurting them when he pushes them away.”

He didn’t respond, he just leaned further on the touch of her hand. It grounded him. How was he able to think, even for a second, that he would survive without her light-feathered touch, without her hands running through his hair or his arms that would give him goosebumps?

“I thought that you had grown tired of me or that you had never loved me the way I loved you. That you’d thought I wasn’t loyal to the Order, that somehow I would…”

“No, no, no. I’d never, (Y/N), truly, I’d never. I got lost, I- I thought someday you would realise how you had ruined your life by spending it alongside… me. You could do so much better, and yet…”

“I’m sure there are men out there, wizards or not, that are less frightened at the idea of love than you are, Remus. But they’re surely not you, because they’re not as funny, or smart, or witty, or sensible, or great as you. I’d probably get bored of them within the hour and then I’d be lost because you wouldn’t be beside me. The only man I want is you. No one else. You drill that into your head or next time you try to pull a stunt like this I’ll kill you.”

“Got it.” He whispered before leaning in even closer, his lips barely brushing hers. He wanted to be sure she was okay with this; he wanted to be absolutely sure he hadn’t completely messed up their relationship but for that he needed her to confirm it; to accept his apology. She did, sealing their lips desperately, trying to transmit everything she had just said but with a kiss. She had been so terrified that the only way to have him in her life would be through meetings to discuss missions and war plans; that she would never get to touch him, to kiss him, to hold him after a rough full moon again. “You wouldn’t actually kill me, right?” 

“No, but I would tell James to punch ten times harder.”

“Please don’t, he’s got a sick hook.”

“Then you better behave.”

She kissed him again, deeper this time. Their lips moved synchronised, familiar with each other; her hands travelled all the way up to his hair while his circled around her waist, bringing her closer. Chest against chest, with her legs propped up into his lap, they stayed like that for a long time before Remus laid her down on the sofa.

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[weird-is-life]

Sirius Black after escaping the Black Manor House, bloody and bruised and sobbing his heart out, comes to James’s house where Remus and reader already are. Reader gets so incredibly protective of Siri and just wraps herself around him, hardly even letting fleamont near him in fear of him getting hurt again. She falls asleep in his lap, still curled around him like a shield.

Hiii, ty for the request!!! Hope this is okay, warnings: pet names, mentions of bruises and blood, angsty, fluff, mentions of food/drinks, (0.7k)

You don't expect anybody to barge inside Potters's home, so late at night. You, James and Remus have been talking and inventing a plan on how to free your Sirius from the nightmare, that is his household for hours, hell even days now.

So when you see him standing in front of the door all bloody, bruised and so so sad, you almost think you've gone crazy.

But you haven't, he's really there. Sirius knew, he had to get out of his house. And even if he knew it wasn't going to be easy, he didn't expect his family to fight so hard to keep him there. It all happened so quickly, one minute, he was casting one spell after another and the next, he was knocking on James's door with blood running down his arm and face.

"Oh my gosh, Sirius!" you throw yourself around his neck, hugging him tightly just to really make sure, you aren't imagining him.

Sirius lets out a sigh of relief, upon having you finally back in his arms, even if his whole body hurts like crazy. And unintentionally, he can't help it, the tears start to run down his cheeks as his body shakes with the sobs.

You don't say anything, almost as startled by the state of Sirius as he is, you just hold him more tightly.

The guys give you a few minutes before they get too impatient and go to hug Sirius tightly. You step back for a moment, giving them some space, because you know they need it, too.

Eventually, when Sirius's soft sobs stop and there appears a smile on his face, you say, " come on handsome, let's get you cleaned up."

You take his hand and lead him to the bathroom as Remus and James make some tea and something to eat.

You sit Sirius down on the tub and bring out some gauzes and antiseptic spray. You start to gently wiping away the blood and cleaning out the cuts.

Sirius tiredly, defeated just sits there and lets you clean him up. His eyes close on their own accord as your loving hands patch him up.

You work as quickly and as gently as you can, but every now and then you hear, Sirius wince.

"I'm sorry, sorry" you say worriedly, "I'm almost done."

"It's okay, sweetheart," Sirius answers softly with hoarse voice.

You stop, what you are doing and sigh, " I'm sorry, Siri, that....that you had to go through this on your own. I'm sorry, we weren't there."

Sirius opens his eyes to look at your pretty, but very upset face," sweetheart, there was nothing you could have done. Nothing. And it's okay, if you weren't there, you are here now, that's all that matters to me," Sirius tries to give you is best smile and it works. Even if he looks like he just went through hell and back, his smile looks the smile as it always does.

You sniffle a little and smile back at him, putting your hands through his wild hair, you whisper, " I love you, Siri."

"I know," Sirius says," I love you, too. So much."

You lean in to give him a kiss, but hesitate, not wanting to make him hurt with all of the cuts.

Sirius, apparently, doesn't care about it, because he pulls you close to him and kisses you. His whole face feels like it's on fire from the pain, but all he cares about is that he's safe and he's got you with him.

When you pull away with giddy smile, you quickly go to your room for some Bruisewort Balm (healing cream) and some clothes, he can change into.

Once Sirius is looking like himself again, you go hand in hand to the living room, where the tea and food and relieved James and Remus wait for you two.

You make yourselves comfy on the couch there. You snuggle Sirius close the whole time, not intending on ever letting him go again.

And as the sun starts to rise, everybody falls asleep in the living room, too exhausted to move to the much comfier beds. But you are as comfy as one can be, as you hold on tightly to your Sirius.

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[moonstruck-poet]

Rewrite The Stars

Pairing - Kaz Brekker x reader

Summary - The story of how you two manage to unravel the complexities that concern a relationship based on the song 'Rewrite The Stars'

Hope you'll enjoy it!!!

You know I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide. You know you want me, so don't keep saying our hands are tied.

Kaz Brekker, you muttered under your breath and kicked a small stone with as much strength as you could muster, ignoring the sharp pain that followed.

He really was impossible that one. Tested your patience to such a level that you were almost considering giving up.

Almost.

But you weren't known as the never giving up person for nothing. You would try to make him see sense.

You halted in your path towards the Crow Club to analyse your thoughts which were a hundred percent occupied by that young boy whom everyone called Dirtyhands.

He had you completely charmed, as could be observed since he was the one running rent free through your mind at all times when you weren't risking your life for the same man.

So taking a deep breath and resting your hand on your holster, you entered your home with a poker face and scanned everything to see that all was going on smoothly.

"All good here?" You questioned Rotty and downed a shot of whiskey, scrunching your nose at the bitter after taste.

"Everything under control ma'am, got a lotta good pigeons," he grinned and your lips twitched sideways.

"What's up, Jes?" You asked the gunslinger who was sitting on one of the stools near the bar, twirling his pistol in his hand.

"Nothing, I'm bored. Need some action," he groaned and stretched upwards.

"Of course you do," you laughed softly. "Where are the others?"

"Off doing saints know what".

"Kaz still ain't budging?" He asked suddenly, his tone a little gentler.

"No," you said shortly and clenched your jaw. Suddenly not wanting to thing about him.

Jesper sighed loudly, "He is one of the most idiotic person I know. He doesn't even seem to realise he's missing out on the best thing that's happened to him".

You smiled at that, it was a small one but nevertheless a smile after all.

"If I wasn't so unbelievably enamoured by messy haired guys who are quite a shot at chemistry, I would've gone for you honestly".

"I'm flattered, Fahey".

"But seriously tho, love. What's his reason for denying you, huh?"

"Kaz thinks we're not good together," you answered abruptly.

"Not good together my ass," he rolled his eyes in utter annoyance. "You deserve so much better than him. I don't understand how you even managed to fall for him".

"Falling for him wasn't falling at all, Jes. It was like walking into a house and just knowing that you're home," you whispered.

And there he was, the hindrance to your concentration, the object of your continuous staring, Kaz Brekker.

He took off his hat, revealing his rather well defined featured that seemed to be sculpted with a help of a knife.

Your eyes took his figure in. Those all black clothes with that unmistakable cane was his entire persona that he had built for himself.

Your gaze softened at the sight of his messed up hair, the few strands that had fallen on his pale forehead making your heart skip a tiny beat.

"You really love him don't you?" You snapped from your staring at Jesper's question."I guess I do," you answered, eyes following him as he walked towards you with what you assumed to be another one of those tasks that he always gave you, just because of the amount of trust he had.

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You claim it's not in the cards and fate is pulling you miles away and out of a reach from me. But you're hearing my heart so who can stop me if I decide, it's on my destiny?

"Fucking hell this idiot of a man," you groaned and ran frantically towards the mount of wounded people.

You had indeed raided one of the most well protected safe of the most dangerous person and there were bound to be major consequences.

Your heart dropped after seeing Wylan lying near a building wreckage and you sprinted despite the throbbing pain in your calf and ignoring the blood flowing down one side of your head and torso.

"Hey," you whispered, getting down to your knees and shaking the boy. "Wylan, come on. I need you, come on wake up," phrases fell from your lips absently.

And he did wake up and you felt as though your feet were back again on solid ground. He woke up, immediately clutching his head and looked around, eyes squinting. "Where are the others?" he said hoarsely.

"Everybody is fine, everyone except for Kaz and we're all looking for him," you murmured, the relief fading away for panic to seize control of your weak heart again.

He immediately noticed your tensed posture and really looked at you, succeeding in reading your internal turmoil.

"Up you get," he suddenly said in an authoritative voice. "We're gonna go and find Kaz right now," he got up and held out his arm for you to grasp.

You simply stared before shaking yourself off and following his lead, glad to have someone to listen to instead of following your stupid thoughts all alone.

The fear in both you and Wylan seemed to increase tenfold after witnessing gruesome scenes all around you. But you both swallowed it harshly and kept a determined spirit, him more than you actually.

Because naturally your heart always seemed to lose its stone cold interior upon the mention of a specific someone.

"Saints," Wylan suddenly came to an abrupt halt and his eyes widened as he pointed to the shed of a shop that was almost on the verge on collapsing entirely. And underneath all of that rubble was Kaz.

"Oh god," was all that escaped your lips and you didn't think before running towards him, not even noticing a large chunk of the ceiling falling om your shoulder.

"Kaz," you said, leaning down in front of him. Your throat burned at his terrible state. His hair completely dishevelled, numerous cuts and blood stains littering his body, eyes half closed as he gazed ahead endlessly.

"Kaz!" You said again and Wylan softly patted his shoulder, accidentally touching his bare skin where the shirt was torn and in the process jolting awake the unconscious boy.

"Good gracious," you prayed and stepped back after seeing the anxiety on his face. "Kaz you have to let me, or you're going to die you bastard," you frowned but waited and turned towards Wylan, "Will you go and tell the others that we've found him? They'll be there at our decided headquarters, just inform them quickly please and get Nina as soon as you can," you instructed and he set off instantly.

"I'm sorry," you whispered and clenched your jaw hard before moving closer and putting one hand behind his shoulders, your heart shattering a little at his sharp intake of breath. "I'm so sorry but I have to do this," you said with a rather broken voice and picked him up.

Halfway through the route he let out a loud groan and you almost dropped him but then steadied yourself and halted.

"What's wrong, Kaz?"

His eyes were scrunched up in pain and it was then that you noticed the bullet which was wedged on the side of his chest and you froze at the sight.

"No no no," your muscles seemed rooted to the spot and the only thought runnung through your mind was that he was going to die. Kaz Brekker was going to die.

"Shit," you muttered and hastened your pace, struggling slightly under the weight of his rather heavy body but you did manage to reach the secret meeting place just in time.

"NINA!" You yelled and placed him on the nearest couch. "NINA!"

She was out in a second, all others following close behind and breathing in sharply at the sight of their leader beaten up so badly.

"Th- There's a bullet through his s- side," you said, panting as suddenly there was a lack of oxygen in the air. "There's a bullet Nina! Quick come on you gotta get it out. You have t- to get it out, quick!"

"Wylan," Nina gestured with her eyes and he understood, gently taking you by the shoulders and pulling you away.

"No! What're you doing?! Wylan stop it!"

"He's going to be okay, let me clean up your wounds too".

"I'm fine! But he's not! He needs me okay? I- I can't leave him lying there like that! I can't- I can't-" you broke off and gulped. Your eyes tearing up as you let yourself be pulled away from him.

But tell me, how is one supposed to survive when their lifeline itself is im danger?

You were sitting in one of the rooms all alone, looking out of the window absentmindedly. Wylan had graciously cleaned and bandaged all your injuries amd you didn't even have the heart to say a simple thanks to him.

Inej had dropped by a few minutes ago with a small plate of food and you hadn't bothered to appreciate her with a small nod.

All that rang through your mind was Nina's conversation with Matthias that you had accidentally overheard.

"There were not one but two bullets, Matthias. And they were the poisonous kind, the ones that work on paralysing and slowly killing the body of the victim. He's taken quite a hit that one".

He's taken quite a hit that one...

A lump welled up in your throat as you mulled over every incident when you were on the brink of losing him forever.

Once when you two were fourteen, once when you were sixteen and now at the very tender age of seventeen, Kaz was slipping through your grasp again.

Fate was constantly pulling you apart, making you go as far as possible from each other but it had been enough now, you simply couldn't handle it.

You swallowed down the burning sensation and went quietly towards the room where Kaz was fighting for his life. Your breath got caught upon seeing his rather peaceful face. No furrowed eyebrows, not a crease on his forehead, he seemed very much at ease.

You took a seat next to him, tears on the verge of falling but you blinked then away stubbornly. You weren't one to cry that easily, but control seemed to jump out of the window whenever he was involved.

"Kaz," you whispered as though he would open his eyes that very second and you would be met with dark brown irises that you so loved.

"Here we are again huh," you murmured and heaved a deep sigh. "Its been what 3 times now that we were in this same scenario?"

You kept on making small talks, it beimg useless towards him but actually helping you to get over your emotions.

"You don't understand the way my heart breaks when you get hurt this badly, Brekker," you said softly. "I've tried to tell you so many times but you're one stubborn asshole aren't you?"

You exhaled and your eyes gazed at his beautiful features, from his sharp eyebrows, to long eyelashes and then to his perfect lips.

"You have to wake up, Kaz. You will," you said firmly. "I don't think I can function properly without you," you looked down at your hands.

"Get well soon, love," you whispered the words and despite being unconscious, rhey ringed in Kaz's ears. Love, you had called him. He felt something brush against his forehead, pushing away strands of hair and tickling him a little.

But then the warm feeling was gone and once again he was alone, cold, and empty.

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What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine. Nothing could keep us apart, you'll be the one I was meant to find. It's up to you, and it's up to me, no one could say what we get to be. So why don't we rewrite the stars? And maybe the world could be ours, tonight.

"Saints this is all so ridiculous," Jesper muttered and frowned deeply at the comedic costume that he was supposed to wear. "Couldn't you have gotten something better?"

"You either have the choice to wear it or run around naked, I don't care. All I want is a proper distraction. The choice is yours," Kaz said easily and went back to scrutinising the map placed on the table.

Jesper rolled his eyes but wore the clothes anyways and you snorted making him give you a sharp glare.

"I'll shoot you, I swear," he threatened weakly when you fully cackled. "It's not fair that you get to dress up like a literal princess when I'm here looking equivalent to a clown!"

"I'm afraid you won't make a very pretty princess Jes," Inej smiled as she sharpened her knives with without even looking at them.

"Oh I don't, Inej. He might make a wonderful, lovely girl," Nina piped in and you laughed.

"Enough chatting please," Kaz interrupted your lighthearted teasing making the Heartrender scowl.

"You always have to interrupt the best moments between us don't you?" She glared but the man didn't as much give a shit.

"Wylan you're ready with your explosives? Confident they'll go off exactly when we want them to?" He asked and received a confirming nod.

"We'll leave in about five minutes exactly," he checked his watch and scanned all of the faces staring at his intently. "Off you go then. I want absolutely no detours from anyone, I'm talking especially to you, Jesper," he narrowed his stare to the Zemeni who merely shrugged and grinned.

"Goodluck everybody," he said and they all left for their respective work. "Let's go," he said to you and you got up, instantly feeling uncomfortable in the rather beautiful dress and the heels.

This was new and uncharted territory, something you had never even worn before in your entire life. But you liked it. It didn't match your usual attire at all, but a change at times was welcomed on your part.

You two were invited, or rather you had invited yourselves to the ball that was supposed to take place. It was the perfect opportunity to infiltrate and steal.

"Remember all we have to do is stay for the entire program, we cannot afford any mishaps to happen. No tiny slipups at all or the entire plan goes down the drains," Kaz said as you slowly walked to the venue.

"I know Kaz," you sighed at his nagging. "You can trust me, you know?"

"I know," he said lowly and looked straight up, refusing to make eye contact.

Your eyes flitted to look at his side profile. It was sharp, the streetlights highlighting his carved features and your heart started running at an unbelievable speed.

He had for once ditched his long coat and had instead worn an all black suit with a black tie. And saints did he look amazing. Kaz Brekker seemed to have no idea at just how unsettled and in love you were.

Just as you were about to enter the grand hall, he stopped you and offered his arm. He was also not wearing his gloves, wanting to stay off suspicion as much as possible.

"You sure? We don't have to do this," you said softly but he insisted and you hesitatingly wrapped your fingers around his elbow.

Kaz didn't as such flinch from your touch, which just proved that he did trust you a lot.

"Ah there you are! Mr and Mrs Helvar am I right?" An elderly man beamed at you two and Kaz instantly transformed into a complete stranger in mere seconds.

"Absolutely!" He smiled widely, his lips stretching in an unfamiliar way and you almost cringed at how fake it looked, but that was only because you knew him.

"Alright alright that's enough," you whispered after the host went away to greet someone else. "Please bring back the Kaz I know".

He rolled his eyes and returned to his cool demeanour. You were lounging near the bar, sipping drinks to pass time while also maintaining a strict checking of the area.

"How much longer do we have to stay?" You asked after about an hour.

"The party's only just began. It'll take time I think," he answered and looked around.

"These heels are killing me," you groaned. "I need my shoes back".

He didn't say anything but his jaw had clenched, as it always did when he felt a little helpless and unsure. He glanced at your feet before returning his gaze back to the ballroom.

"Saints he's here again," you said suddenly and he turned to see the same man walking towards you two once again.

"You've been sitting for quite a time now! Come on then let's get you on your feet. Don't keep such a beautiful lady waiting, Mr Helvar," he grinned cheekily, eyes clearly trailing down your body.

"I'll make sure," Kaz answered rather tightly, stepping in between his line of sight and blocking you from his filthy eyes. He looked at you and held out his hand, you stopped for a tiny second before placing your bare palm into his cold one.

He inhaled sharply but at the same time gently pulled you towards the dancefloor, keeping his eyes on the host who seemed to be watching your every move.

"He's just wrote himself a death wish," your fake husband grumbled in annoyance which soon turned into a forced smile after waving at someone.

"Loosen up now, we have to dance," you said and were surprised immensely when his fingers intertwined with yours and his other palm was slowly making its way to be placed on your waist.

He glanced in your eyes and all you offered was a gorgeous smile. That seemed to be all that was required and the tips of his fingers brushed your waist before halting there.

Your free hand was on his shoulder and you two swayed, your bodies closer than ever before. And you thought to youself, you could definitely get used to this.

Not the elegant gown or the grand party, not at all. But these small but significant moments of intimacy with him.

"This is nice," your small whisper broke the silence as you danced, engaged in your own little rhythm. Too occupied with each other to even pay the slightest attention elsewhere.

"It is," he nodded and this time made eye contact without hesitation. The force was so strong and powerful that you couldn't feel anything except for the rapid thumping of your heart.

Everybody else seemed to fade as you two danced the moment away, completely taken by each other as you swayed. And you thought, it wasn't so bad was it.

And Kaz gave you a look which seemed to answer your question, it was as if he had clearly read your mind.

It's not so bad, his eyes reflected and you couldn't stop the small smile which soon fell off after another question had plagued your mind.

'Then why? Why can't we give this a shot? Give us a shot?'

"It's always up to us you know," you murmured suddenly, not bothering to elaborate because you knew he understood it well enough.

"Nobody has a damn say in what the hell we do with our lives. It's always up to you and me," you repeated and smiled tightly.

While he just stared at your face, taking notice of the way your heart was literally shattering in front of him. And all he wanted was to tell you that he loved you too, had been loving you since ages.

But you already knew that, you weren't oblivious for saint's sake. You knew he had fallen as hard for you as you had for him. His problem was that he refused to accept it, for god knows what reason.

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Ahem ahem... do we need a part 2?

Preferably from Mr Brekker's pov? 👀

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[anonymityisfunwriter]

Meeting The Parents (Part 2)

Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader Part 1

You stand side by side, watching him carefully. You've known Bucky a long time, you've spent a long time loving him, and yet, you've never seen him like this. Quiet and pensive in a different way than his normal stoicism.

This was the man from the 1940's, the boy from Brooklyn, the son that woke from his time as the Winter Soldier to find his parents and sister buried.

There's been nothing but silence since Bucky first pulled into the cemetery on this warm, sunny day. His jaw is tense, his eyes fixed on the spot where his mother is buried. "Are you alright?"

"I don't come here very often," Bucky speaks softly. He shakes his head with a shaky exhale, "This part doesn't ever get any easier. Knowing my mom is here, my sister, my dad..."

"You don't talk about him much."

"My father..." Bucky sighs. "He was - it was complicated, you know? He was a hard-ass, he had one hell of a temper, but he loved my Ma, he took care of us, and he - he was my dad."

You squeeze his hand, "I understand."

"They would have loved you."

You smile up at him, "Thanks."

"I left the flowers in the car, I'll go grab them," you tell him after a long moment of pensive, thick silence.

Both you and Bucky know it's less about grabbing flowers than it is you giving him a moment alone with his parents. You squeeze his hand one last time before you walk off.

"Hey, Ma." Bucky speaks, but only after he's watched you walk out of earshot. He smiles down at his mother's gravestone. He reaches down into his pocket, pulling out the small ring box to show her. "I, uh, I managed to track down your rings. Sam helped me out. Steve, well, you know Steve. It's been 70 years and he still can't keep a secret. I haven't told him yet, probably won't until after I've popped the question. You'd love her. She's perfect. Let's just hope she says yes."

Only moments later, you return with three bouquets, one for each of headstone. "Thank you for bringing me here, for trusting me with this."

"I think you're one of the only people that I trust with this," he confesses, his voice thick with grief. He wasn't sure that there would ever be a time that he would stop grieving the loss of his family. All he could really do was turn to the family he'd built in this time. "It makes me nervous, you know? With everything, that's - that's why I don't come here very often. I feel terrible, but I know I'd feel worse if people came here, if they-"

He doesn't have to finish his sentence. You know what he means. Bucky Barnes is a man that appreciates his privacy, not by choice, but to protect himself. The public perception of him improved day by day, but you know there's people out there that would come here only to hurt Bucky.

"You've never told me that before."

"Maybe I'm just paranoid."

Though you believed in the good of people, you understood why he didn't. You'd seen firsthand the visceral reactions people had to him. It wasn't fair to him in the slightest.

You squeeze his hand. "I understand. I don't think you're paranoid. You just... want to protect them."

It chokes him up. You're right. He wants to protect them. He wants to protect them the way he couldn't when they were still alive. Though the rational part of him knew it wasn't his fault, he'd always blamed himself for not being there for them.

He clears his throat. "I'm just - I'm gonna go talk to the groundskeeper real quick."

It's his way of telling you that he needs a minute. You nod, giving his hand an extra squeeze before you let go. "Okay."

You watch as he walks away with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Um...Mrs. Barnes?" you hesitantly speak to the headstone. "I know you don't know me, but I sorta feel like I know you. James still talks about you all the time. And I guess, I just - I wanted you to know that your son means the world to me. And I'll spend the rest of my life taking care of him. You raised a good man. You raised my person, and I'll never be able to say thank you enough for that."

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[littlewriterfullofwords]

I have a request for james,James loses his interest in lily after arriving as a guest at another wizarding school come hogwart and starts to have an interest in reader from the guest school🤭

Sure thing! Hope you enjoy☺️

Something About You

Parring: James Potter x gn!reader

Summary: You loved new friendships but there was something wrong about this one

Warnings: kinda obsessed Lily, quite quiet James, little fluff I guess

A/N: Hello. Hope you enjoy reading that☺️ Let me know!

"And here, we eat." Again, after 30 minutes of showing the school, you and a brown haired guest student ended up in the Big Hall. "Also we have big meetings here as well."

"Just like in Hogwarts." The girl by your side smiled shyly. "Our Great Hall is exactly the same as your Big Hall. Big room for big things."

"Of course your Great Hall is like our Big Hall." Out of nowhere, your classmate, and another guest student, appeared in the hallway. "And to make it funnier, it's exactly the same as the Great Hall in the Durmstrang."

"No one asked." You playfully rolled your eyes and then gently smacked his arm. "Lily, shall we go outside?"

"Yeah. Can we take James with us?" Asked the girl from Hogwarts, her eyes almost reminded you of a puppy.

"That's not my decision to make." You shrugged and looked at your classmate who only nodded. "Let's go then."

You all might ask "why were Hogwarts' students in Ilvermorny?" Coming with the explanation in 3, 2, 1.... For fun. Really. The teachers from both schools had decided that students exchange would have a great impact on open-mindedness and friendliness. So they organised the exchange and here we were.

"So." Lily, who was happily scanning the yard, stopped her eyes on you. "Do you have your favourite subject? Mine is alchemy."

"I'm good at defence against the dark arts." Stated nonchalantly your classmate as if it was the most well-known thing in the whole world. "You too James, right?"

"Well, I'm not that bad, I guess." Murmured James and shrugged his shoulders. "But I prefer transmutation. What about you, Y/N?"

The question was directed your way, yet at first you didn't answer. You were taken aback how your name sounded in James's lips. It was different from anyone ever saying that, softer, even magical.

"Oh, sorry." When you remembered you were supposed to answer, your cheeks turned red in embarrassment. "I like ancient history and runes."

"Yeah, of course you do." Now it was your classmate who rolled eyes playfully. "You would be scribbling those little signs everywhere."

"That's for protection."

"That's for protection."

Who would think that you and a guest student would be so good together. Saying the same things at the same moment? That only happens with friends.

"Wow, pump the hate breaks, guys." Your friend chuckled nervously. "No need to yell at me."

"We don't yell." Answered James and ran his fingers through his dark hair.

We?

Why did it sound so good?

The days were passing by so quickly that you didn't realise 2 weeks of the exchange passed. 2 more to go!

But that wasn't the only thing you noticed. The eyes. Brown eyes hidden behind the glasses were almost everywhere. And were following you and your every step.

"James!" Lily waved at her friend, who was walking out of the classroom with your friend, as they approached the two of you.

The little satisfaction when Potter stopped by your side, no Lily's, made your eyes shine a bit more than normally, that's why you looked at the ceiling to hide the sparks.

You felt Evans stiffening up a bit by your side and heard her sharply inhaling the air. She wasn't happy about that.

"Let's go to the Big Hall." Offered your friend and the four of you headed to the big room on the first floor where the late lunch was being served.

Nothing would be weird or unusual except for James walking by your side. His hand would, from time to time, brush against yours, making you shiver underneath your robe.

"James." Lily turned her face to her friend who only hummed in exchange. "Did you know that one of the creators was called 'James'?"

"Yeah. I heard." The answer was a lot colder than it should be, and for sure his attitude towards Lily changed since their arrival.

"The funny thing is, we are older than you." Joked your classmate. "By the whole 637 years."

When all of you reached the Big Hall, Lily quickly changed her spot, so she could easily sit next to James. You only smiled at that, it was cute on one side but a bit annoying on the other. But it wasn't your deal.

As many of you had noticed, James was seeking your presence. That's why he sat next to you in the Big Hall, even moved closer.

"So what are your plans for the future?" You asked, taking sips of pumpkin juice from your cup.

"I wanna go and take a nap." Whispered your classmate for what you kicked him under the table. "What? I wanna sleep!"

"Plans for the future! Like the future future." You explained in a way no one could misunderstand. "In 15, 20 years?"

"I wanna be a teacher in Hogwarts." Said Lily, her fingers tracing the decoration on the fork. "Probably charms."

"What about you, James?" You asked calmly. "What do you plan?"

"I want to be an auror. Or a Quidditch player."

Was it something you expected? Partially. Being an auror also ran through your head, many times. But did it suit you? Maybe.

"Y/N." You looked at Potter whose hand was on yours. "You zoned out."

"Yeah, sorry." You smiled shyly, eyes moving from one person to another. "What was going on?"

"We were waiting for your answer." Explained Lily. "About the future."

"Oh, right." You nodded slowly. "Either an auror, like James, or a minister of MM."

"Oh, Merlin." Your classmate rolled his eyes. "Right, you wanna change the world. You an-"

"That's amazing." James interrupted your friend and with a smile on his lips was looking at you. "Tell me more about that."

It wasn't 'us', it was 'me'.

Something inside of you started to scream that it woke the butterflies up, giving you the ache.

That was the moment you knew James prefered you. You over Lily.

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[itisme-rosie]

-- relief; sirius black, marlene mckinnon, remus lupin x reader (separately) in an au where the war doesn't exist and everyone lives happily ever after and to be in your arms is the relief they need...

cw: fluff!! established relationships for all

masterlist | rules

[ sirius black ]

"you're pacing again," i admonish over my teacup, eyes flickering to the man walking to and fro in front of me, "it's making me feel dizzy just watching you,"

"then pace with me," comes his reply.

i scoff, lowering my teacup to its saucer, "what, and work myself up too which, in turn, will work you up even more? i think one panicky adult is enough in this situation, so i'll pass,"

"i'm not panicky," sirius pouts, pausing in his pacing to look at me sat comfortably on his couch.

"oh, but you are worked up,"

"i'm just worried,"

"sirius, harry is a good kid," i remind him, shifting in my seat, "you and james were the same - sneaking out at this time to spend time doing one thing or another with the rest of your friends, but regardless, he knows how to be safe, he'll be alright,"

my words seem to do nothing to ease his worries and i sigh, lowering my tea to the table, chewing on my lower lip.

"c'mere," i say softly, opening my arms and leaning back against the couch.

that make sirius stop in his tracks, eyes narrowed in confusion, "aren't you worried? what if something happens to him on our watch?"

"come here please," i say again, gesturing for him to come closer and he sighs, walking closer and holding onto my hands, tugging me to stand up before enveloping me in a tight hug and i hear him inhale deeply.

""he'll be fine, love," i murmur, "and of course, i'm worried," i say in a hushed tone, "but this is harry we're talking about, he knows how to protect himself - you, pads, moony, and lily made sure to teach him as much," i pat his head soothingly, "and if he's with ginny, then we really don't have anything to worry about, his parents may well have been expecting him to sneak out to see her,"

"but -"

"it's okay," i pull away to cup his face and pull him into a soft kiss, "have a little faith in him, yeah?"

he sighs deeply, thumbing over the back of my hand as i cupped his face, "yeah, you're right," he kisses my palm, sighing again so i tug him back to the sofa, allowing him to lay on top of me with his head on my chest, eyes finally shutting temporarily.

"rest," i kiss the top of his head, rubbing his back, "i'll wake you up when he gets back,"

[ marlene mckinnon ]

"you -" i glance up, meeting marlene's eyes for the briefest of moments before looking back at the pile of papers on my desk, "- should be asleep already, love, what are you -"

"no,"

i raise my eyebrow the same time my lip quirks up in a half-smile, "come now love, you were drinking for two last night, remember? it's gonna be a while before the hangover potion takes effect,"

she lets out a whine of protest as she makes her way to me, bare feet pitter-pattering against the wood and dropping her head against my shoulder, staying quiet for a while before speaking up again, "it's the weekend, isn't it?"

silence. only the scratching of my quill on the parchment filling the space between us and it takes an impatient tug on my shirt for me to answer with a clear of my throat - albeit a little hesitantly, "yes, it is,"

silence again.

"so why are you working?"

"because i want to get started on next week's load so we can go to that restaurant opening up in diagon alley, i know you'd hate to miss it and i, quite frankly, do not wish to work on that specific day, so i am trying to make up for it now,"

marlene lifts her head, dragging her lips to peck the crook of my neck before leaning her chin on my shoulder. if i focused enough, i could almost completely and perfectly visualize her expression at that very moment. eyebrows furrowed as she tried to make sense of the words on the paper, eyes squinted to limit the light entering her eyes as the sunlight of a new day enveloped my workspace, lips in a pout as she went over every possible option and deciding which one would most probably coax me into her arms.

reaching behind me, i lightly scratch at her scalp with my nondominant hand, not looking away from my work, "marls, honey, if your head still hurts, you should get back to bed, you need to rest - meaning more water and more sleep,"

"i do not need more sleep," she says in a half haughty voice, "i don't need more water, i need you,"

"is that so?" i muse.

"darling," my girlfriend starts warningly, swivelling my chair around til i faced her before sinking to the ground on her knees, wrapping her arms around my calves and leaning her head on my lap which prompted me to run my fingers through her hair with a growing smile, "i am very cross, very cranky, and, as you said..."

i could practically feel her roll her eyes and i smile.

"...in need of rest,"

silence.

"i know, i'm right,"

"and i wasn't finished," she scoffs, snuggling more against my side and sinking to sit on the back of her legs, "and you know how i say i always sleep better beside you, right? well, if you take a break right now, we both get what we want! you, getting me to rest, and me, getting to hold you! it's a win-win! whaddaya say?"

i let out a small half-scoff, half-laugh, lightly scratching her scalp before relenting, "alright," i sigh, laughing harder when her head shot up excitedly.

"really? you mean it?"

"yes, love," i duck my head to peck her lips, "as long as you drink water before we go to bed,"

i have never seen her stand and hobble out of my office to the kitchen that quickly and while hungover before.

[ remus lupin ]

this particular party was indeed very big.

a massive, extra-spectacular party no one else has and could ever pull off again - in the words of one mr. sirius black, of course. not that i could blame him for his flowery words, it was a particularly gruelling quidditch season and gryffindor had won against slytherin.

almost immediately as i entered, i was lost in the crowd of students, pulled away like a floatie out to sea far away from my boyfriend.

i had gotten lost in a conversation and a drink with one of my old friends from another house, and by the time i looked around for a familiar figure - a tall, lanky brunette sandwiched between his friends, i had lost him.

now, with his height, he was like a beacon, my beacon of salvation whenever i get lost in large crowds and it was easy enough to spot him. but when i saw james and sirius on top of a table, drunkenly singing to muggle bands, i knew remus must have retired already.

after all, in a party this big, it was quite easy to miss a few faces. not me, i would have never lost his face. so to the dorms i went, right over to the one he shared with his friends.

it was dark when i peeked in, save the light from a crack in their bathroom door streaming into the room and illuminating the semi-mess of a room the boys shared, so i walk in, shutting the door behind me before knocking on the bathroom door.

"come in," comes remus' voice.

"rem," i call for him softly, lips in a line, eyebrows furrowed in concern when i see him with his legs tucked against his chest in the bathtub. my dear, dear boyfriend sat fully clothed in the bathtub with one of those muggle music players beside him s he sheepishly looks up at me.

"tired already?" i ask softly, sitting on the edge beside him and rubbing his shoulder comfortingly.

"a little," he takes my hand to kiss my palm, "sorry 'bout leaving you out there, darling," he murmurs and i shake my head.

"it's alright," i smile a little wider when he kiss up my wrist, "the full moon is 'round the corner and you need to rest,"

tugging lightly on his hand, i attempt to help him stand but he protests, trying to tug me into the empty tub.

"love, it won't be comfortable for you," i say gently.

"just for a little while? please?" remus looks up at me with pleading eyes and i am weak-willed under the force of that stare, so i sigh, ducking to kiss his forehead.

"scoot up then, please,"

his eyes light up just a little, and i smile, kissing the scar on his cheek before sliding into the tub behind him so his back laid against my chest. his knees were bent, my legs were squished uncomfortably, but the weight of him on me, his warmth enveloping me made it all worth it.

i wrap my arms around his shoulders, patting his chest, right over his heart, while the other scratches lightly at his scalp and i start to hum, kissing his hair again.

"i love you," i whisper.

remus relaxes more in my embrace and i just knew he had that stupid, lovestruck grin on his face as whispered the endearment back. and that was alright, because i was smiling just the same way.

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[unaesthetic-writer]

OKAY I don't rlly post much here but I saw this gorgeous au for jegulus from @ashshmee and I wanted to try writing it(my other acc is the one that commented) skshhsjdjshsbe SORRY IF ITS NOT PERFECT 😭

JAMES POV:

I had been waiting a while now for Sirius to finally be ready. Even though I'm the one who asked to go, he's taking longer than me to get ready. I had never gone to the ballet before, but it always intrigued me how those dancers were able to seem so graceful while using up more strength than I could ever imagine. Sirius had said it was his little brother's show, which really had me curious. Sirius doesn't talk about Regulus often, but when he does he's always sounded so... Surreal. Like not even Sirius fully believed he had a brother so unlike him. Sirius, even as my best friend— I can say he's a graceful as a rat. But he makes up for it in other ways; He's an amazing singer, the best I've ever heard in my 22 years on this earth. And Sirius has this presence to him on stage... It's unmatched. But for Sirius, who barely has uttered a non- sarcastic compliment to anyone in YEARS unless he was flirting, to praise someone like that... Regulus has to be spectacular.

But finally, Sirius steps out of the bathroom, his hair and makeup finally finished. It's much more elegant than his usual get up, but it still feels like him. Instead of his usual washed out black jeans and a leather jacket, he's wearing black dress pants and a black button up with only a simple smoky eye for makeup. Even his usually long wind blown hair is pulled back into a low ponytail, small strands framing the front of his face. "I'm ready, prongs! You good to go mate?" He nonchalantly says, as if he hadn't spent the last hour in the bathroom. I roll my eyes at him, "I've been ready Siri, you're the one I was waiting for." He drinks at me like that will stop us from being late. "Well what's done is done, and I'm ready now so let's go!" He shrugs on a nice black trench coat he has and walks towards the door, "We don't wanna be late, now do we prongs?" Chuckling and shaking my head, I follow him, knowing he knows full well that if we're late, it's his fault.

When we reach the theater the show had just begun. But luckily, Sirius said that Regulus doesn't come on for a few more minutes. The skill of the dancers can be seen from miles, they move in time with the music in a way I've never seen before, but would love to see up close. It would be a cool idea for a music video if we got a ballet dancer. Just as I'm about to whisper the idea to Sirius, he comes onto stage. There's no mistaking it— That is Regulus Black. And he is nothing short of an absolute dream. His short black hair, even if it's not half as long as Sirius' flows like the wind as he- "What are those turns called?" I whisper to Sirius. "Pirouettes," He replies, looking at me curious, "Why?" I don't answer him—I can't. How could I answer when Regulus was dancing? I had no idea what the ballet was about, but the aura Regulus exuded was nothing short of prince. Not even that. He was so much more. He glides across that stage with the likeliness of a star gliding through the sky. He owned everything he touched; Every step he took, every turn, every thing he did was magnificent. And the look on his face... It could put even the most beautiful of things to shame. It was delicate, like he was protecting something, but just as fierce and focused. His shining eyes look as if he has been given the world in his hands, and honestly in this moment... He could rule it and no one would protest. But just like that, the shining star, left as if he was never there. My heart doesn't slow, even as he leaves the stage. Not even as the show itself finishes. I don't even remember if he came on stage again after that. I didn't realize the show was over until Sirius was shaking me out of the trance I was in. "Prongs. Prongs!" I stare at him, still feeling dazed and heated "Yeah? What's wrong?" Sirius sighs and eyes me worried. "You were completely spaced out, mate? And you look red as well... You sure you're okay?" I nod. "Yeah, yeah of course... It was just..." I trail off, my mind immediately going to Regulus. Sirius moves his hands, trying to prompt me to say more. But there's only one thought on my mind. "You have to let me meet Regulus. Please Sirius." With a suspicious expression on his face, Sirius opens his mouth to say more but closes it and sighs. "Fine, we'll meet up with him once he finishes getting ready."

SORRY TO CUT IT SHORT GUYS BUT I GTG, SO I'LL MAKE A PT. 2 TMR I PROMISE, HOPE U LIKED JAMES PINING OVER REGGIE ALR

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[ironwoodprotectionsquad]

Okay so I wanted to talk more about the poll listing Hero as a villain song and how little sense it makes to me. Admittedly Les Poissons also doesn't make a ton of sense as Louis is more of an antagonist not a villain but at least Sebastian sees him as a villain so it kind of works. But Hero is called well Hero for a reason, and classifying it as a villain song is strange to put it mildly.

The first lines from Hero that most fans heard where:

I would die Without regret, I'd offer up my life With zero reservations I would fly Into the sun, if that would keep our dream alive

I say most fans heard as those are the lines the song starts on in R/WBY during the Gravity fight. The first lines of the song are:

Take my hand I'm here to protect you Nothing will stop me Understand There's no sacrifice that I won't make I'll risk it all to keep you safe Trust me to be strong I'll be your hero, just hold on

Now regardless of which lines a fan heard first, both convey that James is willing to die to protect people. He is willing to sacrifice himself to protect people and keep them safe. That is not the mindset of a villain. It doesn't meet any criteria for a villain song. TVtropes describes a villain song as: "The Villain Song is an over-the-top, gloating cackle about their Evil Plan, philosophy of life, or why they do what they do" They also mention a villain song can be someone else singing about the villain and what they've done like Cruella Deville or it can be a villain trying to trick or manipulate someone to do what they want like Friends on the Other Side or Poor Unfortunate Souls.

Now lets take a look at every version of villain songs. Hero doesn't discuss some evil plan or really any plan. It's about James's desire to protect people, which definitely isn't villainous. James isn't singing it so it's not him talking about his philosophy and their is no mention about why he does what he does, only a desire to help people. No one else is even singing the song so its not like Cruella Deville and again their is no villainous deeds being discussed so even if someone else was singing about it, it doesn't work as a villain song.

Now some people might argue that it is James tying to manipulate people but again, James is not singing it, so he can't be manipulating someone when he is silently fighting a known terrorist and trying to stop him form destroying Amity Tower and killing everyone. And again, even if he was singing it, it doesn't make any sense to be "manipulating" Watts as Watts works for Salem and is helping end the world. He is not a hero in any sense so the argument James is manipulating a villain because he is a villain despite his only goal at the moment being to stop a terrorist makes no sense.

So, the song doesn't match any sort of definition of what a villain song is. Furthermore, the lyrics are not those of a villain. RW/BY songs are said to be the characters own inner thoughts. A villain would not think about being willing to die for someone or a greater goal. They would not think about offering comfort and kindness.

Now this goes more into head cannon territory but for me parts of Hero like:

Deliver you from harm Shelter in my arms The fear will surely fade Know right now the plan I made will guide us home We'll survive this storm

or: Hope's not gone, just hold on

Are words James wishes might be said to him. Just look a t how happy he is when he's told Ozpin is back and in Atlas.

Vs how crushed he is when he finds out Ozpin is gone again.

For me personally this always read as someone who is tired but carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders because their isn't anyone else who can carry it. He has to but hopes their is someone who can help him, but when he realizes that isn't the case he continues carrying the burden and continues to stand tall and offer hope and shelter to people the best he can.

Back from head cannon territory, I want to focus on this line here: Hope's not gone, just hold on

Offering assurances that the war is not lost, that they just need to keep holding on and not lose hope. Those are not the inner thoughts of a villain. They're the inner thoughts of a Hero. The very name of the song.

Even if we could convince ourselves that Hero has lyrics of a villain song. James is not yet a villain when the song plays (yet is used vey loosely here as volume 8 is just. So bad. He shouldn't have been a villain ever but that's another post). He is actively fighting Watts, someone who works for Salem, someone who is trying to end the world. He is actively working to keep people alive when this song plays. Trying to apply Hero as a villain song to an arc that happens in a volume the song never plays in makes little sense.

The writers themselves said the ending of volume 7 was supposed to be a trolley problem with no clear right answer. So calling him a villain in volume 7 also just doesn't work based on the writers own words. But again, even if the writers now say James was clearly the villain at the end of volume 7, that doesn't fix the issue of James clearly being the hero in the Gravity fight where the song Hero plays.

I don't know how else to put this, but saying Hero is a villain song is so laughably wrong it's crazy I have to discuss this at all.

#rwde #james ironwood #ironwood protection squad #pro james ironwood #pro ironwood #general ironwood #general dadmiral #dadmiral ironwood

[ddejavvu]

for mvm!!

could i get a remus version of hockey player x ice skater reader where like he’s late for practice and as he gets there sirius & james are helping reader off the ice bc shes badly injured and he just goes into super protective mode or smth??

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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"Come on darlin'." Sirius urges, your ankle hanging limply as it hovers off the ice, "Just a few more steps."

James's shoulder, broad and muscled under your arm, offers perfect leverage as you hunch over onto the bench. The cool metal seeps through your leotard, your tights offering absolutely no protection from the stinging sensation.

"It doesn't look broken," James squints at your injured ankle, "Maybe you just twisted it?"

"Probably." You wince, tender pain spreading through up your leg as you set your foot gently on the rubber mats that pad the bench, "Still hurts like a bitch, though."

"Hey guys," Remus's voice comes from behind you and you strain to turn his way, "Sorry I'm late."

He lets Sirius grab his hand, tugging him close to hit their shoulders together. Then he repeats the action with James, leaning down to hug you in a much more courteous display of affection as you're sitting down.

"Remus don't-" You try to warn him before his foot can nudge yours, but his skate bumps into your own and your face crumples in a grimace.

"What," He panics immediately, glancing wildly up and down your frame, "What's wrong?"

"I hurt my ankle," You supply weakly, shifting it back into a semi-comfortable position, "It's fine, I just-"

'It's not fine." Remus doesn't bother letting you finish, crouching to where your ankle has a swollen red ring around it, "Jesus Christ, you guys did nothing?"

"Hey!" Sirius scoffs indignantly, "We helped her off the ice! It looks worse now, though," He cringes, "Maybe you should see a doctor, Y/N."

"No, no, I'll be okay. I just need to get home and in bed."

How, you aren't sure, because you definitely can't drive with your injured ankle. Luckily, Remus has already decided that for you, standing and tossing his stuff to the benches.

"Come on, Y/N, I'll drive you home."

"No, Remus, it's okay! I'll get an uber or something."

"You're not calling an uber." Remus scolds, "I'll drop you off in your car and take the bus back, then I'll come over after practice and see how you're doing."

"Remus it's really not necessary," You hate the thought of inconveniencing him, hellbent on driving yourself rather than making him make the several trips, "Just go to practice!"

"Stop arguing." He snaps, and you know it's out of concern, not anger. Nevertheless, it shuts you up, and you let him haul you up off of the bench, scooping you into his arms bridal style.

"You two keep my stuff here," Remus motions to his bag on the bench, "I'll be back."

"Have fun," There's a suggestive wiggle to James's brows and it makes your cheeks burn, a rosy tint flying to Remus's.

"Shut up, Prongs, she's dying." Remus mutters.

'I'm not dying," You gripe, "It's not that bad!"

"Whatever." Remus grumbles, glaring once more at James, "Still shut up, Prongs."

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[yellowwithalisp]

Lost forever - James Sunderland x reader

You received a set of keys and a letter from a fellow soldier who passed away saying that he's waiting in some town for you and his family. You decided to go check it out before his wife and daughter go into some trap... Shouldn't have done that. ( There is NOTHING for my boy James but what @eggienobeggy & @bigboipyromaniac have done so here is my attempt! . . . . I can't write James I'm sorry- this sucks. ) ( I hope you enjoy it! - Yellow 💛🌻) (Final count- 2,574 words.) 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎: 𝚆𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜. (𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝.)

"Fuck-"

𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙶!

"Fuck-"

𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙶!

"Fuck!!"

I yelled as I finally shot down the last of the deformed people. If you can even call it that anymore. Because it's hard to call them human, they almost took on the shape of a human. In more of a grotesque form. The body crashed on the floor as I slowly lowered my gun. Taking my finger out of the trigger and placing it above the trigger. A few bits of hair moved in front of my face as I felt drops of sweat run down. I left my hand up and gently push them hair back into its place. behind my ear. I never came to this town when it was popular back in the day. I heard at one point it was a popular tourist attraction. But then I never heard about it again until a couple weeks ago

I served Navy for a long time with one of my oldest friends who died saving my life. He always wished he'd gone to this town with his wife and daughter when he got back. but he never made it back alive. I've been helping the family financially and supporting them ever since I got back from service. one night when I was helping watch the kids she came up to me with the letter in hand. The letter was delivered to her house but directed to me as if someone knew I was there. The letter claim to be sent from her husband. Claiming that he got room for his wife, kid, and me at Silent Hill and was waiting for us there. I knew better than anyone that her husband was dead. I watched him bleed out as I tried to put pressure on the bullet wound to stop the bleeding. I remember seeing the blood constantly flowing over my hand and how cold it was. Seeing the life fade from his eyes as he begged me to protect his family before it went out.

The mother was getting her hopes up but I told her to let me go check it out first. And I'm never more glad that I did that. This town was filled with monsters. And a wife and kid here would be terrible. Everything looks like it has been abandoned, and so far I haven't seen another Soul here. Just things that barely resemble humans trying to attack me at every turn I make. The set of keys that I've gotten the letter words to apartments so I found a map and went there first. And then the monster start to show up and never stopped. I already searched the first which he claimed would be where he and his family would be. I had to fight a giant monster of something. I don't even know how to word it. Every time I think about it I keep thinking I'm dreaming.

The second room is where he claimed I would be staying. There weren't any monsters there, but the key did lock the door and the monsters didn't seem to know how to open doors. So in the meantime, I've been staying there and cleaning out the monsters in the apartment building. Today I left the apartments to go look for more supplies in the town. What little supplies I could find and carry back to the room. After shooting the last monster for the moment, I made my way to the front door in the main lobby of the apartment complex. Opened the door slowly to the town covered in fog and walked into it. My gun was still in my hand but the trigger finger was resting above the trigger as I walked. There was a store nearby where I could go look for supplies not too far from here, I could go there and come back before it got dark out.

I tried to stay out of the open road and stick to the sidewalks as I walk down the road, it was best to not be seen as this town seemed to have no one friendly here in it anymore. Just the dead and monsters everywhere. I felt a too failure feeling of a water droplet landing on my head as I stopped and held out my hand. Letting a few more droplets fall down onto it as the rain began. The only thing I missed about the Navy was the water. I had gotten used to being out in it for so long that being without it felt wrong. So walking in the rain never hurt anyone. Even if it made it harder to see the monsters if they were there. I pulled up my hoodie to cover my head to see better as I slowly grew closer to the store.

I barely opened the door as I poked my head in just a tad bit and looked around. From where I was, it didn't seem to have any monsters in there with me. I waited a few more moments listening if I could hear anything before slowly pushing the door open and closing it. I silently walked in as I heard the dirt crunching under my boots. Pulling my flashlight out of my bag and holding it to use to get a better look at the spots away from the windows and light. There were lots of canned food there and thankfully I was able to get the oven to work back at the apartment. So I started by grabbing a few cans and taking off my backpack to put them into. Holding my flashlight in my mouth temporarily as I did that. I didn't freeze until I heard the crunching sound of someone walking around in the store with me as well. I slowly took the flashlight out of my mouth and moved my hands back onto my gun, Not moving anymore as I listen to the sound of the footsteps growing closer. The footsteps seem almost hesitant as they moved. I moved my trigger finger into the trigger and quickly stood up before the other person could get even closer to me. I saw the man flinch as he quickly took a few steps back away from me. Holding his hands up slightly as we both made eye contact. I blinked as I moved my finger out of the trigger and slowly lowered my gun.

Neither of us say anything as we both watched each other. He slowly lowered his hands as he opened his mouth to say so thing but backed out on it. Slowly standing up, I put my gun away fully as I looked at him. His green coat has splatters of blood on it. So he must have ran into those monsters as well.

"Ran into those things as well."

I asked as he blinked and slowly nodded his head at me. "Y-yeah… You see those things too?"

I let out a dry laugh as I nod my head. "Yeah, some of them remind me of my time in the Navy too fuckin' much."

I said as he looked puzzled for a moment as slowly nodded his head. We both stayed away from each other still as the clients fell. I leaned down and picked up my backpack and tossed it over my shoulder and looked at the man.

"You look like shit."

I said as he jumped a little bit as his eyes darted over to mine. I looked away as I walked over to the next aisle. Picking up some bars of soap and looking at it. "I have a room here. Shower works just fine. 4th floor so those things don't get up there." I said before tosing him the bar of soap at him. He flinches as he looked down at the soap and then back up at me. He tried speaking again but nothing came out before he slowly nodded his head. I nod back as I turn and walk a bit down the aisle. Looking at a few things on the shelves.

"I'm (Y/N)."

I said as I picked up some batteries and put them into the bag. "You got a name?" I asked as I look looking for things. His eyes shifted for a moment but he slowly nod his head. "James… James Sunderland." He said slowly as I moved some hair that fell in front of my face again back behind my ear. "Well, James. what brought you to this… "lovely" town?" I asked as I turn to look him in the eye. He look sad for a moment as he looked away, not making eye contact with me. "I'm.. Looking for my wife." I hummed as I looked away, putting my hands into my pockets. "Well, hate to break it to you.-" I let out a sigh. "-But you're the only other person I've seen here." I looked at him. He sighed as he rubbed the back of his head tiredly. "She's been dead for the past three years but… I received a letter from her."

I blinked as I let out a small huh. "Déjà vu." I said as I pulled the folded-up letter out of my coat pocket. "Friends has been dead for six years. Yet I get a letter to him saying he's here waiting for me and his family." I said before putting it away, Looking down at my watch and back over at the front doors. Hearing the sound of rain hitting the building. I looked back over at James with another sigh. "Grab what you need from here. I'll carry it."

I said as I walked around the store. He slowly nods as he walked around grabbing a few things. He tried to carry them but when he walked up to me I described the stuff and put it in my bag. I kept looking outside the glass doors and making sure there were none of the monsters nearby. James kept looking around the store until they finally grabbed everything he wanted. He seemed to be really bad at keeping eye contact which I could understand, this town did things to people. When he was finally done he walked up to me and I look back at him. "All set?" I asked him as I shifted to me and then to whatever was behind my head. "Y-yeah…" He mumbled. Shifting in place as he glanced down at his feet. "Alrighty then." I said as I look back out the door. Pushing and open as we walked out of it. The building still shielded us from the rain for a small b as we stepped out. I handed him an umbrella I found as I was walking around the store He looked at it and then back up to me.

"What about you?"

"Navy remember? I've been in worse storms."

I said with a smile as he slowly took the umbrella and I took the lead walking out past the safety of the building. James slowly opened up the umbrella and caught up to me. Holding it over both of our heads nervously. I looked up at him and I rolled my eyes before giving him a soft smile. "Luck women you're wife must be." I said as we walked. His eyes shifted away from me as he looked at the ground. I rolled my eyes as I jabbed him with my elbow. He flinched slightly as he looked back over at me. "Stop that." I said stop but he has raised an eyebrow, looking at me slightly confused. "I... didn't say anything?" "You suck at hiding your emotions. Your body language gives it away most of the time- Well, for the small time I've known you for. Don't think I have a notice it's 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 shoulder that it's getting wet instead of mine." I sit as I glanced over at his shoulder getting wet due to the fact that he's holding most of the umbrella over me instead of him. His eyes shifted away nervously. I reached my hand up and moved his arm holding the umbrella over towards him more my own shoulder started getting wet instead of his. "But you'll get-" "I'll take a shower as soon as you're done. I'll be fine don't worry."

I said as we walked in silence the rest of the way to the apartment complex. In normal situations inviting a stranger back to your apartment would be considered extremely weird and probably concerning, but since this town is not exactly normal. And the things here aren't exactly human. It's best if you stick together with people. Thankfully there weren't any monsters on their way to the apartment. Maybe the rain has something to do with it? I'm not sure. Either way, I wasn't going to jinx it by saying anything. When we got to the apartment, we walked up four flights of stairs to where my room is located. James looked nervous the entire way up. Probably because a stranger is inviting it back to her room. But at least here we can sleep and stay away from the monsters for a little. bit a little safe room while we go our missing ones. Speaking of his wife. I hope he finds her. If this town can make those monsters, then surely bringing back the dead wouldn't be too far out of reality for it. But if he doesn't then who sent him that letter? And the same goes for me. If I don't find my friend, then who sent me that letter and why? I unlock the door and held it open for him. He swallowed before nervously walking in as I walked in behind him and quickly shut the door and locked it. "Okay." I said as I walked over and took my bag off of my back and put it on the table. "The bathroom is down the hall to the right, the towers are right underneath the sink, and..." I paused as I grabbed the things he got for his shower from the store and handed them to him. "Here are the things from the store you grabbed."

He nod his head as he took the things from my hand. "Thanks..." He said softly as I smiled at him. "No problem, I'll- be out here if you need anything. Okay?" "All right." He mumbled before he turned to give me one last look before walking down the hall and disappearing into the bathroom. I watched him walk away I couldn't help but think that he was definitely was an attractive ma- I slap myself in the face hard before I could even finish I thought. The sound echoed in the room slightly. No- no. Bad brain. He's looking for a supposed dead wife that is here. That is not a good thought to have.

James picked his head out of the restroom and looked at me worried. "Are.... You okay?" He asked hesitantly, I smiled as I lowered my hands off of the side of my face and gave him a thumbs up with a nervous smile. "Yeah yeah just- thinking.... I'm okay- don't- worry about it." He nods, still... Not looking exactly convinced but he turned and made his way back into the bathroom and close the door behind him. I let out a soft sigh as I started to walk over to the living room and took off my wet coat. I heard the water start as I sat down on the sofa. Rubbing my eyes as I let out a heavy sigh. I got up and walked over to the table and grab the first aid stuff I got at the store and walked back to the sofa. I took off my shirt leaving me in my bra and started to take off the old one wrapped around my stomach, There was a nasty claw mark on the side of my stomach. I cleaned the injury before adding a new bandage around it. "Hey um, (Y/N)- . . . . . . . . . !" I jumped as my head snapped up as I stared at a now semi-clean James holding onto the towel he used completely frozen in place. Fuck.

#silent hill #silent hill 2 #sh2 #James Sunderland x reader #x reader #silent hill James Sunderland #silent hill James Sunderland x reader #fanfic #y/n #Lost forever - James Sunderland x reader

[mariana-oconnor]

The Solitary Cyclist pt 1

This one I know I like, but also I get it mixed up with Copper Beeches. I think they're kind of similar?

Many startling successes and a few unavoidable failures were the outcome of this long period of continuous work.

Watson protecting Holmes' reputation here. He only fails when it's unavoidable, you know.

For this reason I will now lay before the reader the facts connected with Miss Violet Smith, the solitary cyclist of Charlington, and the curious sequel of our investigation, which culminated in unexpected tragedy.

Ah, that's another reason I get this mixed up with Copper Beeches, they are both called Violet and my brain has a tendency to switch off after first names.

This is why I always get Barry Manilow and Barry White mixed up. They are both called Barry, they both sing, my brain decides they are the same person. I know one of them's dead. Don't ask me which one. Genuinely.

Also, we are being prepared for tragedy.

And yet without a harshness which was foreign to his nature it was impossible to refuse to listen to the story of the young and beautiful woman, tall, graceful, and queenly...

A flattering description this time, and a very determined Violet. Holmes is setting aside a case for a millionaire for this. I'm not sure it's entirely for the reasons Watson is suggesting here, though.

It was vain to urge that his time was already fully occupied, for the young lady had come with the determination to tell her story, and it was evident that nothing short of force could get her out of the room until she had done so.

She will clearly take no shit. I like her already. (Well, I already liked her because it's one of my favourite Holmes' stories, but you know what I mean.)

“...so ardent a bicyclist must be full of energy.” She glanced down in surprise at her own feet, and I observed the slight roughening of the side of the sole caused by the friction of the edge of the pedal. “Yes, I bicycle a good deal, Mr. Holmes..."

I really like this exchange because yes, she's surprised, but she immediately follows his train of thought and isn't put off by it. It's a neat way of establishing that she's clever and not easily thrown.

Also, Watson follows the logic, too. He's learning!

Also, hands up all of us who are a little bit sad that it's the wear on her shoes that singles her out and not the dreaded 'bicycle face'.

It's period appropriate, you're missing a trick with the terrible Victorian medical science here, ACD.

"You observe the spatulate finger-end, Watson, which is common to both professions?"

Such a complimentary way to describe the fingers of the woman whose hand you just grabbed without consent.

"There is a spirituality about the face, however”—he gently turned it towards the light—“which the typewriter does not generate. This lady is a musician.”

I assume this means he turned her face towards the light. He's really just getting all up in Miss Smith's business, isn't he? Also the idea that musicians just glow with spirituality is wonderful. What does spirituality as a facial feature look like? I'm imagining a glow, but that's at least partially because light is referenced and partially because I come from the western Christian tradition of halos and radiant beams of holy light.

“My father is dead, Mr. Holmes. He was James Smith, who conducted the orchestra at the old Imperial Theatre. My mother and I were left without a relation in the world except one uncle, Ralph Smith, who went to Africa twenty-five years ago, and we have never had a word from him since."

Hmmm... a mysterious relative in Africa.

(I am now realising that much like with the other stories I remember the gist, but not the steps of how we get there.)

"When father died we were left very poor, but one day we were told that there was an advertisement in the Times inquiring for our whereabouts. You can imagine how excited we were, for we thought that someone had left us a fortune."

People have got to stop believing that notices in the newspaper will bring them fortunes. Let me guess, it's going to turn out your Uncle Ralph was a Nigerian Prince?

"There we met two gentlemen, Mr. Carruthers and Mr. Woodley, who were home on a visit from South Africa. They said that my uncle was a friend of theirs, that he died some months before in great poverty in Johannesburg, and that he had asked them with his last breath to hunt up his relations and see that they were in no want."

I absolutely believe and trust these people. There is no way this is a scam at all.

“Mr. Woodley seemed to me to be a most odious person. He was for ever making eyes at me—a coarse, puffy-faced, red-moustached young man, with his hair plastered down on each side of his forehead. I thought that he was perfectly hateful—and I was sure that Cyril would not wish me to know such a person.”

Aw, Violet Smith, you too can join in with Watson's judgemental description club. Although you do start with the 'making eyes' at you bit, so this comes across as a little less straight up judgement based on appearance and a little more informed by his personality. The last bit is kind of weird, but I guess Victorian. Of course your boyfriend gets a say in who you know. I think a little more is coming back to me now though.

"What I wished to say was that Mr. Woodley was perfectly odious, but that Mr. Carruthers, who was a much older man, was more agreeable. He was a dark, sallow, clean-shaven, silent person; but he had polite manners and a pleasant smile."

It is a truth universally acknowledged that the nicer ones who hang out with the worrying ones are, in the end, always worse.

"He inquired how we were left, and on finding that we were very poor he suggested that I should come and teach music to his only daughter, aged ten."

Ah, yep, it is a lot like Copper Beeches. I'm contemplating whether it's worse here that they're doing this all privately or worse in the Copper Beeches where Violet Hunter is hired through an agency and it still does nothing to help her. Probably Copper Beeches.

She's getting £100 a year from this suspicious widower, which is £10,000 a year. Not exactly a fortune, but she's also getting food and board for the week.

As soon as the text is telling me he's a widower, though, I'm absolutely looking for him to be trying to scam her into marrying him. Convenient lack of wife and a suspicious interest in the young woman? It's all very Jane Eyre. (I don't think he has a wife in his attic, though.)

"The child was a dear, and everything promised well."

This Violet lucked out on the child front. At least the child she's caring for is not a psychopath in training.

"He made odious love to me, boasted of his wealth, said that if I married him I would have the finest diamonds in London, and finally, when I would have nothing to do with him, he seized me in his arms one day after dinner—he was hideously strong—and he swore that he would not let me go until I had kissed him. Mr. Carruthers came in and tore him off from me, on which he turned upon his own host, knocking him down and cutting his face open."

That's a little bit more than just 'making eyes' at you, Violet. You really buried the lede on this one. But he gave Mr Carruthers the opportunity to be a knight in shining armour. Oh dear. It's really not hard to look like a good guy when you're in direct comparison with someone that rapey.

"The road from Chiltern Grange is a lonely one, and at one spot it is particularly so, for it lies for over a mile between Charlington Heath upon one side and the woods which lie round Charlington Hall upon the other."

When was pepper spray invented? Does she have a hat pin for stabbing? She should get a nice sharp hat pin.

He seemed to be a middle-aged man, with a short, dark beard. I looked back before I reached Farnham, but the man was gone, so I thought no more about it.

GHOST CYCLIST

"I mentioned it to Mr. Carruthers, who seemed interested in what I said, and told me that he had ordered a horse and trap, so that in future I should not pass over these lonely roads without some companion."

Oh I bet he did. I just bet he leapt at the chance to offer you more help.

“The horse and trap were to have come this week, but for some reason they were not delivered, and again I had to cycle to the station."

Hmmm? That is very odd. Almost as though no one ordered them.

"I slowed down my machine, but he slowed down his. Then I stopped altogether, but he stopped also."

This image is hilarious. Also what's going through mystery man's head. Clearly he's not trying to be subtle. It's all got a very scooby doo feel to it.

It's good to see her taking the initiative and actually trying some things out, though, including the trap that is never sprung.

“Oh, it may be a mere fancy of mine; but it has seemed to me sometimes that my employer, Mr. Carruthers, takes a great deal of interest in me.”

Yeah, super Jane Eyre vibes.

“Well, at least he is fairly well-to-do. But he goes into the City two or three times a week. He is deeply interested in South African gold shares.”

Gold, you say? I smell motive. I smell a great deal of motive. And South Africa is where your estranged dead Uncle used to live, correct? Whose death and last living status have only been told to you by these two men who both appear to be interested in 'wooing' you?

"One more point. What sort of a menage is it which pays double the market price for a governess, but does not keep a horse although six miles from the station?"

These are the kind of little Victorian details you just can't pick up on in the 21st century. I certainly don't know what the going rate for a governess was in 1895. Although I probably could have guessed that not having a horse when you're six miles from the station is a bit weird. I guess they never take the kid anywhere.

“No, my dear fellow, you will go down. This may be some trifling intrigue, and I cannot break my other important research for the sake of it. On Monday you will arrive early at Farnham; you will conceal yourself near Charlington Heath; you will observe these facts for yourself, and act as your own judgment advises.

Ooh, Watson goes alone. And he's to act as his own judgment advises? That seems... risky. He's liable to just tackle the man to the ground. Which would solve the identity problem, I suppose. That is something to look forward to. I wonder if Watson will spot all the wrong things and completely ignore the things that Holmes wants to know.

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #The Solitary Cyclist #long post

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

Can you write something about reader forgets Damon but she didn't but pretends to, to protect him and it hurts reader seeing him be so down? That she gives in and admits she lied but Damon doesn't believe her.

It was for your protection | Damon Salvatore x Reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

warnings/ other notes ↪ reader is a vamp (older than damon only by a little)

As your head lay smashed against the pavement, you watch your boyfriend maybe if you hadn't of met him eleven years ago all these dangers and threats wouldn't matter because without you he lead a nice life.

So despite him fighting for your life you couldn't help but think of a clever idea, to forget him. To pretend to forget him and maybe he'd move on, maybe this way he wont be attacked, it was to protect him.

he runs over to me and as I pretend to be unconscious he places his hands under my head, lifting it slowly.

"y/n, please y/n." his voice echoed through my mind, if i was to play this idea out, i'd have to stick by it. I blink, my eyes eventually opening to reveal his worrying expression.

My eyes stare at his, trying to feel no connection to him whatsoever "who are you?" my heart ached as the words slipped away from my mouth, a familiar sharp feeling in my body as I hoped it wouldn't hurt me this much to say those three words.

Damons lip quivers, running his hands along my cheek "it's me, Damon. Y/n, y/n?" he says and I take his blood covered hands off of my cheek "Damon? I don't know a Damon. Last I checked my boyfriend was James." I mumble confused.

Sitting up from Damons arms "no you can't play this cruel, twisted joke on my y/n. You can't do this." he says with tears forming in his eyes "i'm sorry you must be mistaken, I don't know you." I mumble, Stefan walks up beside him as Damon rubs his tears away keeping his tough facade alive.

"y/n?" Stefan says "Oh Stefan, god theres a familiar face." I act surprised to see Stefan "a familiar face?" Damon mutters "You met me first." Damon says trying not to show the emotion in his voice "I'm afraid not, I know Stefan Salvatore but who the hell are you?" I question him.

"Look y/n just come home with us and we'll run you through everything." Stefan says catching on to the fact that I couldn't 'remember' anything. Stefan walks up to me cautiously, placing a hand out for me to grab as Damon rolls his eyes storming off.

nine months later

"Good morning." I smile to Damon, I continued to uphold this not remembering thing and its been keeping this whole house out of drama so far.

Damon nods, he had been acting different recently. More sad, miserable if you will. He drags himself across the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a blood bag.

He turns to me "you know..." he pauses watching me do the dishes "nine months ago, you wouldn't have woken up in a bed on the other side of the house." he says before leaving the house "what does that mean?" I ask him rushing after him.

"Damon?" I ask as he stops in front of his car "You never told me... about us." I clear my throat "And I don't intend to." he scoffs before getting in his car.

Jumping in the passenger seat he turns to face me "tell me." I demand and he shakes his head, insisting that it isn't what I'd want to here "if it wasn't what I wanted to hear, then I would not be sat here... asking." my voice was gentle trying not to overdo this charade.

"you and i dated, that was all." he says before turning the key in the ignition "it was more than that, i can feel it." I say and he shakes his head "nothing more than kindred spirits." before stepping on the gas.

I remained in the passenger seat, as we left the driveway. Somehow he managed to forget I was in the car by cranking up the volume of his music.

After a while I noticed a tear rolling down his eye, he pulls over on the side of the road. "You would have been my wife if I simply listened to you." he says "and without you, i felt like I was suffocating, drowning. Like I had no purpose. We were perfectly imperfect for each other, I inspired you to live in the moment, whereas, you would give me purpose after a torturous century of living." his blue eyes pierced into my soul like the did.

"When you opened your eyes nine months ago, on the night I lost you. I lost myself." he mumbled before getting back on the road once more.

"I don't understand, I brought out the good in you?" I ask him, pretend as if I didn't already know. Tears building up in my eyes I try to hide them, only one tear managing to escape.

"you brought out everything in me, the good, the bad, the flaws, the imperfections. I loved every bit of it." he snickered "I don't understand why you didn't try to fight harder for me when I first saw you." I question him.

"Because I love you y/n, and it is because I love you that I cannot be selfish with you. If you didn't remember me, I wasn't going to force it upon you." he muttered.

We continue to drive down the road, I look around Mystic falls and how it had changed since that night.

Eventually we made it back home, Damon and I hadn't spoken to each other after what he had said, it made me question if this was really a good idea.

It wasn't like he had died from these fights, he had won just as much as he had lost if that made any sense.

So before Damon got out of the car I grab his hand "if the old me was here right now, would you want her?" I ask him "I'll always want her even if she was right in front of me." he said coldly before exiting the car and walking straight into the house.

This is wrong, so wrong. To fool the man I love, watch him fall into shreds before me and still love me even if my memory was altered. Damon Salvatore the man who couldn't be broken yet he fell apart when he realised the love of his life wasn't coming back to him.

Even if I wanted to tell him I suddenly remembered him, how would he take it. How different would he be, would he be happier?

I couldn't exactly tell him I forgot him for my better judgement of his survival, he'd kill me. So how exactly would I tell him.

Following shortly behind Damon, I open the door to reveal every single person of the original Mystic Falls gang was sat in the living room. From Tyler the wolf to Matt the inhumane human.

"Looks like they get along fine..." Caroline says confused "Hello?" I say confused and they all stare at me intensely "Who am I?" Elena asks "Elena?" I laugh confused "Look where is Damon?" I ask them "Who am I?" Bonnie asks.

"What is this?" I laugh "We are serious y/n." Stefan buds in "So am I where is Damon?" I say looking around the room.

"he vamped away with some packed bags." Caroline said "What but h- he was, why, he was, what?" I say in utter confusion.

"He left." Elena said.

three months after damon left.

"Stefan..." my voice was irritated, I still hadn't got over the fact the Damon left without a single word, not even a goodbye or a see you later.

Stefan nods looking over to me, I had told Stefan everything from the acting to the thought process behind the acting. He sat with his jaw hitting the floor "I mean Damon wouldn't know right?" I ask biting my nails as he shakes his head "No." he says.

"Wouldn't know what?" a voice says from behind me, I spin around and now my face looks like Stefans from when I told him the truth.

I ran towards Damon with open arms "Damon" I say excitedly, he opens his arms with a huge smile. "Someones excited to see me, did she remember?" Damon says taken aback at first before easing into the hug.

"God I missed you." I say getting a good look at his face "we need to talk." my voice still sounding ecstatic "good news?" he questions and I clear my throat shaking my head remembering that I sounded way too happy to give news that would potentially ruin my relationship... or the one i had.

Stefan looks at Damon and he faces drops almost as if he already knew what was going on "sit" I clear my throat and he nods going to the sofa and sitting down "so..." I take a deep breath in "i've basically been lying to you this whole time because i thought it was best for you to just not always be protecting me because i always get you into weird fights and supernatural disasters and like its very overwhelming but i remembered you this whole time." I say all in one breath.

Damon stares at me, trying to process all the 47 words that had just escaped my mouth.

Maybe 38 minutes passed before Damon finally spoke, Stefan had left and the house was empty besides him and I.

"I need a drink." he says walking down to the basement and retrieving one of the oldest bottles of bourbons in the cellar, he walks outside to sit in the brick wall leaving the door open.

I slowly take steps towards him as if he were a lion ready to pounce and I was just a zookeeper or something.

"I don't believe you." he says pressing his soft spoken lips against the old, bourbon glass. "you don't have too, but i've never lied to you..." I drag out the last few words "besides the past six or so months..." I mumble.

Damons eyes linger on my body, I place my hand on his cheek and he immediately melts into my hand like it was a familiar touch that he had longed for. "It was for your protection." I say quietly.

Still in denial, his looks into my eyes trying to find any part of me that was lying to him "tell me something only you would know." he whispered.

"when you accidentally killed my brother in law, and I was furious at you. You told me that you'd rather me live and be angry at you rather than you having to live another hundred lifetimes without me." I say making myself laugh at the fact that was one of my most angriest moments and I somehow managed to find some peace in it.

"Anyone could know that." he scoffed lifting his head out of my hand "fine" I say getting up and walking away "why did my dad spite me when i was younger?" he asked causing me to turn around "because he thought you stole his money, but you thought it was Stefan and you'd much rather take the hit than your little brother." I say and he stands up in disbelief.

Staring at me before running towards me and wrapping his arms around me "it is you" he says melting into me once again "I told you" I whisper.

#tvdulgbt #tvdu rp #tvdu #tvduedit #tvdu x reader #anti tvdu #klaus mikaelson #tvdu imagines #caroline forbes #niklaus mikaelson #alaric saltzman #tvd universe #bonnie and damon #tvd damon #damon salvatore #damon x oc #damon salvatore oneshot #damon salvatore imagine #wattpad #the originals #the originals family #oneshots #the vampire diaries #the mikaelsons #the vampire diaries universe #elena gilbert #tvd #vampire diaries #jeremy gilbert #tumblr

[shipsgaysfordays]

i need to return the favor; what are some of your favorite headcanons? you have a very interesting mind, would love to know what’s going on in there

oh my deer, i truly do not believe you want to know all of the insanity of branches, wires, paint, and ideas that are all jumbled up in my brain

but i will provide you with some of my favorite headcannons, though tbh a lot of them are just me kinning too close to the sun via breaking up aspects of myself like pieces of stained glass and pushing/stabbing these pieces into characters

genderfluid sirius is my baby, she helped me to come into my own, he's my pride and joy, zey are everything to me. that sense of wanting to be everything and nothing, ever-changing in how they present themself, and that zeir friends accept it

plus size lily is up there too, i've been looking more into this headcannon lately and i just love it. especially because i've seen the idea thrown around that lily firstly had been rejecting james because she thought he was joking and could never actually like her because of her weight and it's tragic and i love it. that may or may not be because someone did the same thing to me years ago

aromantic james potter is one of the few were i'm not taking a piece of myself, i just find it interesting for him (however, i know i'm weird in thinking this since 2 of the most popular ships in this fandom include james). but just the idea that james loves his friends so much and he has such an admiration for lily that it has to be romantic, right? and i mean it's what everyone expects, they're destined to be together. it's what his friends and his parents expect. it's clearly the path he's meant to go on. but he just doesn't feel that way. still he pretends and conforms because what else is there for him to do? so him and lily are stuck in a marriage that doesn't really work because neither of them feel that way for each other (lily's a lesbian and in love with mary), but both of them get along, both of them love harry.

DADDY ISSUES REMUS, i've been ever so subtly throwing this idea out time and again this past week for absolutely no reason at all. but it's like, remus spends a lot of his time trying to control his temper, he tames himself and masks almost constantly because if he fucks up and gets himself into trouble it's going to be terrible for him because of him being a wolf. and so he feels he can't be angry, ever, yet in that he's constantly enraged. at who? everyone, no one, his dad, himself. he feels so much anger towards his dad and there is a shred of guilt in lyall, yes, but still their relationship is like walking on eggshells constantly because they don't know how to talk to each other. they both sort of resent each other. they're both constantly angry. they both see the world in such opposite views, to the point where remus doesn't express his thoughts or feelings or himself as a whole in front of his dad. and i can go on but it's probably getting to be a bit too much in the sad zone by this point

sirius is a really good artist and will sketch their friends in class when he's not paying attention (she's also sketched minnie a few times which his professor is honored by, but she wishes they would focus on the lecture at hand)

remus, lily, and reg have a book club and are about to read lotr

peter is good at baking

mary keeps a journal and is incredibly protective over it, but lily has sneaked a look in it before whenever mary wasn't around

i honestly think i may be doing a bit too much so i'll stop here

#shippy shitposting #romanticeulogizingelegies<3 #marauders headcanon #sirius black #lily evans #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #mary macdonald #wolfstar #marylily #it took me way too long to respond--sorry about that

[themultifandomgal]

Shelby Clan (Platonic)- Secrets Pt 2

After arriving into the room and Grace shuts the door I start to get nervous as I sit down

"Ok YN I need you to be honest here. Is James hurting you?" Grace asks hands on hips, I feel as though I'm being scolded

"What? no" I shake my head but Grace raises a brow

"Show me your wrist"

"Seriously Grace nothings going on"

"YN I saw a bruise on there the first day I met you"

"You did?" Esme asks worriedly "YN if he is hurting you we can help, he can't go into business with the Shelby's, if they found out what he had done and you hadn't said anything then..."

"They would cut me? yeah hence why I can't say anything"

"So he is hurting you?" Grace now crosses her arms

"No you just... ughh"

"I heard from Lizzie that victims of abuse won't say anything in fear that they will get it worse"

"Abuse? no, he's just... passionate"

"Look Tommy and the others won't hurt you, they will protect you. I know it's hard to imagine, Birmingham's feared Peaky Blinders hate woman beaters, but it's true" Polly now speaks. There's no point in arguing with these woman, they're all stubborn and I know they know. Being a stupid weak person I break down into tears

"Oh YN" Esme puts an arm around me

"How long has it been going on for?" Grace asks sitting next to me

"Things were fine when we first starting to see each other, then after about a year it started as little things like telling me I looked weird in a dress or it was to short. It got physical after we got engaged" I look down at the ring

"Poll tell them not to sign any deals" Grace looks up at Polly

"No don't! he will kill me if I mess this up for him" Polly ignores me and opens up the door "Polly stop please" I get up and run out after her then stop realising everyone is now looking at my tear stained face

"Tommy don't you dare go into business with this man. He's been abusing his poor fiancé since they've been together" Tommy looks a mixture of shocked and angry

"John, Arthur deal with him"

"You can't be serious? she's bloody lying for fucks sake"

"Do bruises lie?" Polly crosses her arms

"Shes done them to herself"

"Arthur John"

"Oh come on. Your going to believe the whore?" John and Arthur drag him out of the pub with him yelling

"Room now" anger still laced into Tommy's voice. Defeated I turn around and walk back into the room.

When the door closes I expect it to be just Tommy and I and that I was gonna get a beating, but to my surprise Polly, Grace, Esme and Pollys son Michael are all in the room. It was Michael to make the first move towards me, making me flinch as he goes to take my wrist

"Hey it's ok. I just want to look" he gently says. I look at Grace who nods her head. I let Michael take my wrist in his hands. He pulls my sleeve up to see the fading bruise "this one should be gone in a day or 2. Which is the most recent?" Michael looks at me with soft eyes

"M-my cheek"

"Ok let's take that makeup off and take a look eh?" Tommy says and I nod my head. Polly goes to get a wet rag. When she returns I gently take off the makeup covering the bruise

"Bloody hell" Esme gasps "no wonder you had bright red cheeks today. What the fuck has he been doing to you?"

"This one will take some time. A couple of week potentially" Micheal holds my face in his hands as gently as he can. The door opens making me jump

"Fucking hell" Arthur yells looking at my face. Tears begin to fall down my face

"Right, YN your staying with Polly and Michael tonight. Tomorrow we will figure something out, but your not going back to him"

"Not that she can" John mutters

"No one has to know what he was doing if you don't want them. This can stay in here, he's gone now, for good"

"Why did you do this for me? why are all of you being so nice to me? I've been here a week that's all"

"Time doesn't matter. All that matters is that your now safe love" Polly puts an arm around my shoulder smiling at me.

Months have gone by and the Shelby's have basically adopted me as one of them. I now help out with paperwork at the betting shop, the brothers insisting though I only deal with legal stuff, but that's fine. They have quickly all become my closest friends.

#peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #john shelby #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #finn shelby #Michael grey #polly grey

[rollercoasterwords]

if you haven't done it yet, number 5 💕

5. monsters are always hungry, darling.

from this prompt list!

this is a fun one!! i think i am going tooooooooo take a stab at some canon-compliant jegulus <3 so here we go:

"you can't be here," james hisses--and maybe that should hurt, but all regulus can think about is how long it's been since he heard james potter's voice. he breathes in like he can inhale sound, like if he tries hard enough he can get high on it.

"regulus!"

oh, yes--there is definitely something intoxicating about the way james says his name. even like this, stretched thin with irritation and anxiety, punctuated by nervous glances over his shoulder at the door.

"do you have any idea how many aurors are sitting out there right now?!"

regulus folds his arms and raises a brow, props himself against the wall like that will protect him from the horrible urge to fall at james potter's feet, to kneel like a man preparing to pray. or a dog, preparing to beg.

"is that meant to be a threat?"

"get out."

"you don't want me here, on your special day?"

"i'm serious, regulus, get out."

"don't be silly--sirius is out there. you can tell him i said hello, by the way."

james grits his teeth, hands curling into fists like he wants to hit something. regulus tries not to shiver as he imagines james's knuckles colliding with his jaw, gifting him with a bruise he could carry around for days.

"why are you here, regulus?" james forces out, teeth still clenched so hard that a muscle jumps in his jaw.

for that, regulus thinks, with all the pathetic hunger of a starving dog, for this. to hear you say my name.

"i just came to say congratulations," regulus says, flicking an invisible speck of dust off his sleeve. "evans really does make a beautiful bride."

something shatters in james's eyes, so easily. he is still so easy to hurt.

"get out," james rasps, and regulus pushes off the wall like a shark scenting blood.

"you don't want to see me?"

"get out."

"an old friend can't stop by to say hello?"

"regulus."

it really does sound so beautiful, all the broken pieces of it, falling off his tongue. james says his name like it's a dagger pulled from his chest, and regulus can't stop the gnawing hunger in his gut that tells him to lift the blade to his mouth and taste the blood.

"that's all i am, right?"

"don't--"

"an old friend?"

"stop--"

"because it's not as if you feel anything for me now, is it? in fact--what was it you said? dead to me, wasn't that it? dead to you, from the moment i took the mark?"

james swallows, staring at regulus, an animal caught in a trap. they're close, now--so close that all it would take is one step for regulus to reach out and touch.

he takes it.

he leans forward, lips hovering next to james's jaw, one breath away from kissing.

"what's the matter, james," regulus murmurs, "you don't like being haunted?"

"you need to leave," james says. but he doesn't step away. regulus licks his lips.

"do you love her?"

james flinches when regulus's breath ghosts over his neck.

"yes."

"and me?"

the silence is rich, and heavy, and the sweetest thing that regulus has ever tasted. he laughs, low and humourless.

"what if i said we could do it, james?" he whispers, letting his eyes slide shut, feeling nothing but the body heat radiating out from the man before him, "what if i told you i'd changed my mind? what if i wanted to run away, right now? would you keep your promise?"

james swallows, breathing short and shallow, voice bruised and bloody in his throat.

"why are you doing this?" he croaks, half-whispered, "what do you want?"

regulus hums, but doesn't answer. he keeps his eyes shut, waiting, thinking desperately, over and over,

one more time.

just say my name one more time.

"regulus, i--"

"congratulations, james," regulus interrupts, pulling away. "that's all that i came to say."

#more angst!! #angst warning!! #u all know me i love my delicious angst #siken prompts

[shield-agent78]

Educational Desire

Parring: Debbie (OC) x Steve Rogers, Debbie x Bucky Barnes, Debbie x Peter Parker

Rating: Explicit 

Word Count: 1833

Warnings: NSFW, professor/student relations, language, flirtation, alcohol use, light BDSM, foursomes, voyeurism, oral sex (female and male receiving), anal sex, fingering, vaginal sex

Summary: Debbie is a college professor working within the Avenger’s compound. Her classes are usually full of cadets needing to learn another language. However, when Peter, Steve and Bucky decide to take her class, their reasons are far from educational. Can Debbie let down her guard, allowing herself to find the man or men of her dreams? Will the guys make a play for their professor? 

Chapter 3 of 6

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful beta readers and support system @sapientesgladio and @annaofthenorthernlights   All characters in this story are over 21.

Created For: @julybreakbingo / location alleyway @julybreakbingo / lace

@pparkerbingo / fingering N1  @ultimatechrisbingo / role play O1 @anyfandomgoesbingo / public sex G4

Debbie slaps her alarm off with her left hand. “It’s ok, it’s ok that was mine. Freak I’m going to be late.” She is up in a flash headed to her ensuite. “You, um, asked me to bring you here.” “I have aspirin. If you need a ride in it’s not a problem.”

Peter stands up stretching and checking out his surroundings. "Yeah, I need my ride. Why am I…, not gonna question anything. I'm Peter. Where are my clothes?”

Deb opens the bath door, exiting in a smart red and black short summer dress. “I’m Debbie but you can call me Deb. You kind of saved me last night from a creep at Joe's. Oh! Here are your clothes.” She hands the folded items to him. “Anyway…” Ooo and hello handsome. Did you know she likes you? By the way, you are single, right? Need help to sober up? Ask him.

Peter looks her up and down, checking her out properly with a half sober smile. "Fuck, you're that hot language teacher. Good news, the ride to work I need is not a detour. " He begins to get dressed. "I should get drunk and stay the night more often.”

She blushes red from the neck up. “Um yeah… thanks. You want some coffee? I mean, you're hot yourself and Avenger and you probably get that a lot. I better stop rambling now.” The inner goddess rolls her eyes as Debbie moves into the kitchen to fix coffee. 

"I do science work for them and fight some bad guys., I don't get that as much as the others, you know hiding behind the mask and such. Oh, and I keep track of contacts." He wanders into the kitchen, keeping his eyes on Deb.

“Then the women must be blind.” She offers one to him with cream and sugar. “Sounds like a very important job to me.” 

"It gives me time to learn things while I'm working too though, that's how I ended up in your ass I mean class."

Deb laughs nervously sipping her coffee “I’m sure you don’t want to really take my class. It’s just a foreign language, nothing special.”

"I have the homework in my glove department in my car." He finds his phone checking its location. While he does he can feel her eyes wander over his body checking him out. Pete places his phone back into his jean pocket. 

“They didn’t register you under Peter Parker…” Deb states nonchalantly while placing her mug into the sink. She mentally goes through the roster. “Wait — they registered you under James Dean and your friends under Humphrey Bogart and Tony Curtis.” 

Peter nods, "Yeah, agents, am I right? Gotta make sure no one knows who's who except who."

“True, for um security, you know, to keep you safe.” Her inner goddess facepalms. For protection, how about that? Are we 12? 

"Do you mind if I take a cold shower? I think I need one. Do I have time to?"

She checks her watch. “Ahum, as long as it’s a quick one, you’re good.” 

"Alright, one second. Which way to the shower?

“Oh! The last door on your left. Through the master. Towels and washcloths are beside the shower and there is soap and stuff…” Debbie blushes, rambling. “Of course you, um, know where to find me if you can’t find anything.” She gives him a shy smile.   He knows what a shower is and why aren’t you joining him NOW? While Peter is showering, Deb questions how not to make a fool of herself when he returns. Ok, keep calm. Make sense. Formulate a complete sentence and hey ask him out! 

He goes for a sobering ten-minute shower. Debbie’s heart races as Peter strolls into the living area in dark stonewashed jeans hanging low upon his waist. She can’t take her eyes off him. Her cheeks heat as she stares at the small water droplets slowly skidding down his body. Damn, this man was gorgeous! She bites her lip, watching the water droplets slip past sculpted pecs. towards a heavily carved v-line. Pete tosses his shirt onto the back of a bar stool, as he continues drying his face and hair with one hand he walks into her and she feels one hand brush against her ass. Deb freezes as Pete removes the towel slipping on his shirt. He bends down leaning close to her, clearing his throat some. Their lips only centimeters apart. "So, do you want me to drive, or do you?" His hazel eyes focus on hers. Kiss him and then fuc... Yep, he needs to be… oh my god…. Tell him to touch you all over. 

“I um can’t refuse a sweet offer to be driven to work by a fine guy so um yeah, can you drive,” she shudders.  He pats her ass, moving her out of the way to get his jacket. Debbie somehow moves to grab her bag and keys. Desire flows through her body as Peter ushers her out the apartment door, shutting it behind them. 

Deb follows him to his car, hanging on his every movement. He opens the passenger door for her. “Thanks.“ She smiles up at him sliding into the seat. Pete leans over, fastening the seat belt for her, his shoulders brush hers. 

The ride is quiet for a few minutes until they come to traffic. Sexual tension could be felt in the car even without spidey sense. “Do you enjoy it here in New York? I just moved here last year, from the south.” Deb tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

Pete flashes her a smile. “Yeah, the women are pretty, works crazy." He turns his head towards her. “Any chances of one of those kisses from last night?

“Yeah, keep talking and I think you just might get one.”

"Oh? What if I asked nicely?" She would say yes… 

“I would say yes,” it comes as a whisper. Thank you! Finally. “Thought you didn’t remember last night well.”

"I don't remember much of last night," he corrects her, tilting his head to the right, leaning his body in to meet hers.  He kisses her. It's a weak kiss, nothing like last night, but as soon as he moves up, there's a red light.  Peter holds her face, kissing her so deeply that he only stops because the car behind him honks. 

She is breathless by the time the kiss is over. “Wow—um, we need to do that again soon,” her face blushes red. At the next light, it’s her turn. Deb cups the side of his face kissing him deeply, leaving no doubt there is chemistry. Another driver speeds past, screaming about the two getting a room.

He's holding her thigh now as they drive. As soon as Peter sees a chance, he pulls over into an alley killing the car unbuckling. In a flash, Debbie’s seatbelt is unbuckled, and he is rolling her skirt up. 

“We um we um are going to be um late,” she stutters as her inner goddess gets popcorn to watch the porn flick now playing out in the car. 

He gives a slight chuckle. "I don't care," he kisses her, pulling her into his lap facing him. 

She immediately places her hands on his biceps. “Pe--ter,“  she moans softly as his large hand travels higher up her thigh. His touch makes it hard to think while her heart races.

He plays with her ass for a moment before getting his large hard cock out, resting it on her lace-clad pussy, while kissing her neck. "I'll make sure we aren't too late." His long fingers push the intrusive lace to the side. He runs his index finger over her folds pushing it into her pussy just for a moment. Deb whines needily. Peter smirks, removing his finger and placing it up to her lips. Her bubble gum tongue wraps around it humming in approval tasting her arousal on him. She lets go with a small pop. He looks at her as if she is the only woman in the world perfect enough to be in his arms. 

She raises up slightly so he can enter. Her eyes blown wide with desire. Pete gives her a small sexy wolf smile, moving the lace once more to the side as he makes her his. Breath is overrated because he has just taken hers. She kisses him, tasting his mouth. Moaning slightly as she does. Her hands run under his shirt, needing to feel his taut muscles and smooth skin.” Oh--- fuck — you feel so good.” She wants to feel more, has to feel more, for if she doesn’t, it is as if the world will stop around them. 

He breaks the kiss only to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it into the back seat. Deb pulls her dress off her shoulders, bunching it at her waist. “Mhm—Touch me — “she begs him “All over,” Peter smirks, running his calloused fingers from her thighs to her smooth stomach. His hands stop at her breasts, pinching the nipple of each, giving them ample attention they deserve. Soft wet tongue latches upon the left, swirling around the areola as Deb’s head is tossed back.   Her hips rock, pushing against her lover’s as fingers press into her hip. 

Pete brings the other hand to her throat, slowly kissing her, letting out little moans as she bounces in his lap, hiding anything above his breath.  Kisses become more heated as she whimpers into his mouth. Her hands run up his chest as she bounces, finally resting upon his muscular biceps for stability. Pete moves his hands from her throat to her ass, spanking it as they fuck. She's hot and he's trying to get lost in that. 

Her hands are all over his body as well, caressing it, pressing her fingers into his skin. He was hot and sexy…. Not including the best kisser. Deb moans out Peter’s name as they fuck. Praising him for how well he is touching her. There is not a place that’s off-limits to the two of them. Her lips are all over his neck and body, kissing and nipping.

Pete tries to pullout, but he doesn't want to be anywhere except deep inside her fucking her.  As if they had been lovers for months, or perhaps even years.  He kisses her softly as he melts under her, cumming, needing more of her. Her walls tighten around his cock, her breath hot on his skin. It takes several moments for both to come down from their orgasms. He tucks Deb’s head into his shoulder, stroking her hair with his right hand. 

“Damn that was..wow,” is all she can mutter. The inner goddess fans herself as she picks herself up off the floor where she had melted.  

Peter smirks, holding his lover close. "Yeah, it was… We got a class to get to, but I don't mind taking you home afterward."

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