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pascalscenarios · 3 years

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YOU & I (Frankie Morales x Reader)

YOU & I (Prequel to The One)

High School/Military! Frankie Morales x High School/College! Reader

Summary: In 1996, your a Freshman in high school. It’s your first day and a long time friend, Frankie helps you throughout your day.

Warning: 3 year age gap **Frankie and Reader do not date in high school** swearing

Words: 3,318

Author Note: A prequel for The One! I thought it would be cute to write what Frankie and Reader relationship was like when they were younger, how they started developing feelings for each other and the young stupid drama they got themselves into. I hope you like it. Enjoy - K

CHAPTER ONE

HIGH SCHOOL 1997

“Alright, say ‘cheese’!” Your mother says holding up a camera, snapping photos of you. It was your first day of high school. You were already mortified as it was. You had no intention of looking back at this moment later in life.

“Mom, enough already!” you groaned standing in front of the front door, covering your face.

“Sweetheart, it’s your first day of high school! You’ll only have this moment once! And you look so cute!” She says admiring your outfit. You wore a white shirt and a floral slip dress over top and converse, a scrunchie in your hair securing your half up half down hairstyle.

“It’s not something I'm gonna want to remember!” you rolled your eyes.

“Oh come on! Don’t be like that! Just one more!” she says looking in the viewfinder.

“Mom” you groaned.

Before she could take one last photo, a car pulled up in front of your house, honking its horn.

“Come on freshie, we’re gonna be late!” Your cousin Santiago says standing up out of his blue Jeep Wrangler. You were saved.

“Gotta go, Mom, bye!” You said quickly rushing towards the Jeep.

“You guys be careful and have a nice first day!” She called from the porch.

“We will Auntie!” Santiago says plopping himself back down in his seat.

You open the door hoping inside, placing your Jansport's backpack down by your feet.

“Wait! Let me take a picture!” She shouts.

“Oh my god, please go! Driveaway! She's been taking pictures all morning!” You tell him and you sink in the passenger seat in embarrassment.

“Mom, please! We gotta go! I’ll see you later!” You shouted as Santi pulled out of there.

He couldn’t help but laugh as he drove down the street.

“She’s so embarrassing!” You groan.

“Come on, she means well and besides this is a big day for you, you're starting high school!” He nudges you.

“You’re the one to talk to, it’s your senior year!”

“Nothing I haven't done before, how are you feeling?”

“I don’t know...a little nervous I guess.”

“Don’t sweat it, High school is just like middle school except it's bigger, everyone's older and things are harder.”

“Gee, that sure washes my anxiety away.” you roll your eyes.

“Seriously, you’ll be fine and beside you’ll have me and Frankie around”

Franciso Morales was your cousin's best friend since elementary school. They’re three years older than you. You had first met Frankie when you were seven. Santiago hated when you tagged along with him and Frankie, but Frankie never seemed to mind. He always made sure to include and invite you in everything they did. The three of you have always been close, but the bond between you and Frankie was different. Frankie has always had a soft spot for you.

Santiago and Frankie still hung out with you when they were in middle school, but once they started high school and you entered middle school, you hardly saw them. They were too cool to hang out with you, who was stuck in the awkward phase of still being a kid and but on the verge of being a teenager.

For the first time in what seems like forever, your guys' lives will align once again. You weren’t gonna lie, it kinda hurt that they stopped hanging out with you all the time, but maybe since you’re starting high school, they’ll no longer treat you as a kid and they’ll start seeing you as mature.

You had no idea when the last time you saw Frankie. You hadn’t seen him all summer since he was working a summer job lifeguarding at a pool.

“Alright, Welcome Navarro...Here’s to the next 4 years in hell” Santiago laughs and he turns into school.

You noticed everyone was hanging outside in front of the school. Students sat or stood in the walkway, the font steps, or on the lawn.

Santiago weaved his way through the parking lot, waving and greeting people he drove by. He parked his car into his Senior parking stall and hopped out. You grabbed your schedule out of your bag and out of the car.

You slung your bag over your shoulder. You walked towards the back of his car staring at your school. The nerves were kicking in. You just wanted today to be easy sailing.

You looked down at your schedule.

First Period | McIntyre, Molly | Ceramics | Building G RM: 209

“Hey Santiago, can you show me where the G building is?” You say as you scan over your schedule.

“Santi?” You look beside you. He was gone. You glance towards the school, noticing he had already made his way through the parking lot, and over to a group of guys hanging around by the entrance, and they head inside. Most likely his friends and teammates from the swim team.

You sigh and roll your eyes. Guess you’ll be figuring things out on your own. You trek through the parking lot and make your way down the walkway leading to the entrance of your school.

As you walk down the hallway you notice the hustle and bustle. Santiago wasn’t lying when he said high school was bigger. Students standing around by their lockers catching up with friends jocks loudly parading around, asserting their dominance in the halls, and students trying to get where they needed to be like you.

The bell rings, and the hall quickly floods with students headed in every direction. You had people bumping into your shoulders and pushing from behind to move. You had no idea where you were supposed to go, and you only had 5 minutes to get there.

The hallway slowly started to clear up as everyone went into the classroom. You needed someone to give you directions and spotted the Janitor pushing his cart.

“Excuse me!” you said to walk up to him. “Hi sorry to bother you, but I’m lost. Could you tell me where the G building is?”

“Yeah, you go down this hall, take a left. It will lead you outside of the main building. When you get outside there should be a very colorful building with a bunch of art displays, that's where you're headed.”

“Thank you!” The bell rang. Oh, shoot.

“Yeah, no problem! You better get going now!”

You give the janitor another thank you and wave, and quickly speed walk in the path he gave you.

When you make it outside, you spot the colorful building with the art displays and fixtures outside. You made your way inside and headed to the second floor.

“207...208...209,” you said as you reached your room.

You open the door walking inside. Students were all seated at one of the five long rectangular tables in the middle of the classroom, everyone was staring at you, even the teacher. You wish the floor would swallow you up.

“And you are?” Mrs. McIntyre asked.

You give her your full name.

“Well...I don’t like tardiness, so next time get to class on time yeah? I’ll let you off with a warning. You can take a seat.”

You heard some snickering in class as you made your way over to an empty spot at one of the tables.

“Alright Class, I want you to find a partner from another table, and I want you to discuss what you did over the summer and create a drawing using the paper and material in front of you. You have the entire class period.” Mrs. McIntyre instructs.

With that, everyone got up and moved around, gravitating towards the people they already knew or people they have never met. Everyone from your table had left. You grabbed the poster paper, and a pencil. You frowned as you noticed everyone had already gotten their partners.

“Come on, where is the gorgeous smile I love so much?” You look over to someone walking toward you. They wore white shirts, jeans, sneakers, and their navy blue letterman jacket, a bag slung over their shoulder. Their hair was short but shaggy and they had a giddy smile plastered on their face.

Your face lit up seeing him. “Frankie!”

“Hey Smiles”. Smiles was his nickname for you when you were kids because you always managed to have a smile on your face even through tough times. Only he and Santiago were allowed to call you that.

“Do you have a partner? He asked.

“No”

“Okay good” he tosses his bag on the ground, pulls out the chair, and turns slightly toward you as he sits beside you. He pulls you into a hug. You loved Frankies hugs. They were always so warm and loving.

“Ugh, look at you, a Freshie now” he was pulling away, rustling your hair.

“Hey, quit it!” You say swatting away his hand.

“How’ve you been Smiles? Excited, you're starting high school?”

“Been good. Yeah, I guess. I don’t know anyone though. All my friends went to Western, which sucks”

“I’m sure you’ll make new friends fast. You’re a likable person...” He smiles.

“How was your summer?” you ask to pick up the pencil and begin doodling on the poster paper.

He picks up a pencil and starts to draw as well. “Busy. I spent the whole summer yelling at kids and saving them from drowning in the deep end. They all think they can survive the diving board.”

“Must have been stressful.”

“Yeah it was, how about you? How was your summer?” He grabbed some colored pencils, adding color to his drawing.

“It was okay. I didn’t do anything exciting. I hung out with my friends and third wheeled with Santiago and his summer fling” you rolled his eyes.

“Oh god,” he started to laugh.

“Yeah...They made out the whole time no matter where we went. The only reason why I tagged along was because my aunt forced him to invite me to places and you know how he gets when I bud along on things…”

“I’m sorry. If I wasn’t so busy with work, I would have come along to keep you company.”

“It’s whatever. I ended up leaving them to doing my own thing while they...did whatever”

“Santiago man..” he shakes his head

“Tell me about it” you laugh

…

Frankie and you continued to draw and catch up the whole class period. You hadn’t realized how fast time went by until the bell rang.

“Alright, class write your names on the back of your paper and turn in whatever you have”

Frankie started collecting the materials, putting them back in their designated area on the table while you quickly wrote your names on the back.

You pick up your bag off the floor and slip your arms through the strap. You walk up to the front, handing in your poster Frankie follows you out into the hallways.

“Alright, what class do you have now?” He says. He takes your schedule from your hands and looks it over.

The two of you begin through the hallway and down the stairs.

“English with Mr. Hastings is the main building, A, second floor. He’s an ass and his class is pretty hard. You have to read a whole bunch of novels and write papers...” He continues to look over your schedule.

You both made it outside of G building. “Okay, you got Ms. Omura for science in C in the building right here. She’s cool. If you really wanna be her favorite, bring her chocolate...Coach Davis for PE, his class is in the gym. Mentally prepare yourself because you’re gonna be doing a lot of running. Mr. Fox for History in the main building. His class is super boring but easy. You just watch old films and documentaries and he sleeps through the whole class. Oh, and you’re taking French with Madame Keller. She’s in the N building, but I don't know what she's like. I'm in my fourth year Spanish.”

“You‘ve been taking Spanish for the last four years? You already speak Spanish. You’re bilingual.”

“Yeah, it’s an easy class for me then. Straight A’s baby” he smirks.

You roll your eyes, “Thanks for your help Frankie”

“Yeah don’t sweat it. Alright, I gotta head across campus, I’ll catch you later alright!”

“Bye” you give him a small smile and wave.

…

It was lunchtime. You were holding the tray in your hand, looking around in the loud and crowded lunchroom. You had no idea where to sit. Everyone had their clique. You noticed Santiago and Frankie were sitting with their friends.

You and Frankie make eye contact. He smiles at you, motioning with his head for you to come and sit with them. Your eyes widen, shaking your head no.

Frankie furrows his eyebrows, and tilts his head again, motioning for you to come. You sigh walking over.

“H-Hi '' you said standing in front of their table. All their eyes were on you. Some of the guys had confused or surprised looks. They were wondering who you were and why a freshman was at their table. Your heart pounded against your chest. This was a bad idea.

“Smiles, come sit by me-“ Frankie sat at the edge, but slid over on the bench so you had a place to sit.

“Frankie” Santiago says sounding annoyed, looking at him like he was crazy. You know he didn’t want you sitting with him and the guys.

“Come on, Santi it's their first day-”

“No” he muttered under his breath.

“It’s okay!” You quickly said. “I just wanted to say hi, I’ll see you guys later”. You rush away embarrassed and walk away to a nearby empty table.

You heard a bit of a commotion and protest from the guys. You look up to see leaving the table and walking towards you. Frankie sets his lunch tray down on the table, dropping his bag on the ground, and sits across from you. He picks up his sandwich to eat the rest.

“What are you doing?” You asked. You weren’t expecting me to come to sit with you.

He was just about to take a bite, his mouth gaped open “Uh... I’m about to eat my lunch” he says before chomping down into his food.

“I mean like... why are you sitting with me?”

“Am I not allowed to sit with you?” His mouth was full.

“No it’s just- shouldn’t you be sitting with Santiago and your friends?”

He swallows the bits he was chewing and sets his half-eaten sandwich down on his plate, picking up his milk “What? Are you embarrassed by being seen with me or something?” he says teasingly.

“The other way around actually. Shouldn’t you be embarrassed?”

“Why would I be embarrassed?”

“Because you're a Senior eating lunch with a Freshman? Santiago clearly didn’t want me to sit with you guys. Look around, everyone’s staring”

He looks around the cafeteria. You were right, people were staring, even some of the swim team guys. He rolled his eyes. He could care less what people thought.

“Let them stare. I don’t care and besides, you're my friend. I’ve known you since we were kids. I’m not embarrassed to be seen with you. Never have, never will be. Santiago is a dick though. I’m sorry he’s being an asshat”

“You and Santi got your own thing going on and I get that-”

“But it doesn't make it right he did that” Frankie rolls his eyes. “He’s always excluded you from everything”

“I know he loves me though, even if he leaves me in the dust. Seriously I’m used to it, it's fine” you chuckle showing Frankie that you weren’t mad. It was just the way Santiago was with you. He did love you and was protective over you, but he needed his space at times. Your relationship with him, was more like your older brother than he is your cousin.

“...Thanks for sitting with me”

“Well the least you can do is give me your cookie” he took the cookie off your plate and stuffed it into his mouth.

“Hey! I was going to eat that you jerk!”

…

“I can’t take you home,” Santi tells you as the two of you stood outside of school, students weave their way around you as they headed off-campus.

“You're kidding…” you looked at him annoyed. You knew Santi needed space, you understood that, but this has gone too far.

“Look I know I promised I’d take you to and from school this whole year, but I got a date with Jennifer Ortega-” He motions to the girl standing a few feet away, she waves a Santiago, and he waves back.

“Santi, it's the first day of school, how the hell do you already have a date?”

“Worked her with my game... charm and charisma…” he smirks

“Gag me... so you're going to ditch me, and take her out”

“Well, you put it like that-”

“I seriously hate you”

“Thank you! I love you! I'll make it up to you, I promise” he grabs Jennifer's hand, rushing towards his jeep. You rolled your eyes. He could have just dropped you off at home, then went out with Jeniffer.

You headed off-campus and walked on the sidewalk, taking the path that was in the direction of your house.

You walked for a good 10 minutes. You were hating Santiago right now. Your blood was boiling. You were plotting your revenge on him when a shiny red pickup truck pulled over.

“Smiles!”

“Frankie!” You signed in relief, walking over to the window.

“Get in!”

You opened the truck door, sliding onto the truth bench. You were dripping wet.

“You’ve been a lifesaver all day, I swear” you whimper.

“Where the hell is Santi? Wasn’t he supposed to take you home?”

“Asshole fucking ditched me! He had a date! How the hell gets a date on the first day of school?!” you snapped.

Frankie veres back onto the street heading down the road.

“If he does that again, or whenever you need a ride, I’ll take you home”

“Thanks” you slump in the

“I’ll talk to him”

“Frankie, you’ve been doing that for years,-”

“Just let me deal with him okay”

“Okay, if that makes you feel better, then go right ahead”

Frankie pulls in your neighborhood. He drove several roads and made a few turns, then pulled into the driveway of your house.

“I hope your first day wasn’t too bad,” he says, parking the car.

“It wasn’t and I have you to thank for that...You helped me out a lot today. I'm glad I know I can always count on you.” you give him a small smile. “I’ll see you later Frankie”

“Bye Smiles”

With that you hop out of his truck, shutting the door. He backs out of the driveway, honking before leaving.

“Who was that?” Your mom asked. You turned around, finding her standing in the doorway.

“Frankie Morales...Santiago had something to do, he gave me a ride home”

“My gosh, he’s so cute don’t you think?”

“Mom” you groaned.

“I always liked him. He’s such a sweet boy and always sweet with you...” She smiled. “And I know you’ve always had a little crush on him”

“No! I’ve never had a crush like Frankie Morales!”

“Why are you being so defensive about it?” She cocked her eyebrows at you. “Honey there’s no shame-”

“Mom, just let it go! I don’t like him”

“You may think you don’t like him, but deep down you know you do sweetheart.” She leaves you standing outside alone, heading back into the house.

You watch Frankie's car drive down the road until he disappears around the corner.

You didn’t want to admit it, but your mother was right. You did have a crush on Frankie. You started developing a crush on him in middle school. It was a little harmless crush and it didn’t mean anything… or so you thought.

MT // @wifeofdindjarin @icanbeyourjedi @sara-alonso@greeneyedblondie44 @hb8301 @alberta-sunrise@spacenerdpascal @ryleyrooroo @reader-s-cantina

#Triple Frontier #frankie morales x reader #Frankie Morales #frankie catfish morales #frankie #Pedro Pascal #pedro

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kerakitty · 3 years

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Hugo Lives AU Headcanons

Just wanted to share some headcanons from my Hugo Lives/Best Music Teacher Scarlemagne AU. Some of these might become fics at some point (a la A Gentler Night), but most are just fun little ideas. This post is pretty long, so headcanons are under the break.

Hugo spends season 3 in a more humane cell. The cell used in the actual show is nothing short of a literal torture chamber. No bed, no toilet, no privacy, no enrichment, no access to water. US solitary confinement cells still provide access to bedding and hygiene facilities, and even those are deemed inhumane by human rights groups like Amnesty International. In my HC, he instead is housed in a converted studio apartment style dwelling in Timbercat Village. The windows are covered with the same (presumably plexiglass) material that the cell in the show was made of. There’s a bathroom, a bed, and access to fresh water. There’s a sort of visiting area at the front of the cell with more plexiglass providing a barrier between the visitor side and the interior of the cell. There’s seating on each side of the barrier and a table on the visitor side. The barrier has a slot like the one in the show, but instead of being used solely for food, visitors are allowed to also transfer small items (e.g. books, puzzles, clothing, a certain star blanket). Items too big for the slot require approval from at least 2 out of 3 of the following individuals: Kipo, Lio, and Yumyan (Molly inherits Yumyan’s vote after he’s cured). The first large item to be approved is the electric keyboard Song gave him in It’s a Trap. In my HC he gets it a lot earlier. Kipo points out that he was more open to communicating when they played the piano together, so it’s given in the hopes that it’ll help with rehabilitation. He also has sound cancelling headphones to plug into the keyboard because having to listen to banjo makes him extra irritable and harder to deal with.

The Oak family spends way more time together. The family dynamics shown in the first 2 seasons are mostly put aside in season 3 in favor of the cure plotline, and I think this was a real loss. We got a little bit in Song ReMix and Wolf in Wolf’s Clothing, but I wanted a lot more. Inspired by @editoress , Hugo and Kipo jam regularly. She brings a guitar and they play and compose together. For Hugo, it’s the one bright spot in his incarceration. For Kipo it’s fun, but also how she tries to reach him. He’s more willing to talk when there’s music involved, though he still shuts down at certain topics. They also play board games with Kipo moving his pieces for him. Kipo has suggested he play with others as well, but he doesn’t trust anyone else not to cheat. Song listens in all the time. Both when Hugo and Kipo are jamming, or when one of them is playing on their own. She and the rest of the Oak family slowly build up an informal sign language for her to use. Some of it is based on ASL, but much of it is unique to them given their rather unique situation and Song’s extra limbs. The first thing she signs is ‘I love you’. Lio visits Hugo in the hopes of patching things up. I won’t go into too much detail on this one as I’m already writing the fic, but Lio goes to visit and they start to hash things out. The process long and difficult, but they make progress. Lio and Song both take an active roll in reining Kipo in when she tries to take on more responsibility than she can handle. Kipo is all too eager to play savior, even when doing so puts her health and safety at risk. Lio runs interference when the mutes are asking too much of her and Song has been known to pick her up and place her in front of her room then sign ‘sleep’ when she’s been awake too long.

Hugo is injured the crash. I already wrote a fic about this, so again: not going into detail. He survives with a few busted ribs then spends his recovery with the rest of the Oak family. He initially stays in the hospital, but eventually moves with the rest of the family into a restored house.

The Oak family finally gets to live together. After the series’ end, the humans (and any displaced mutes) pick out houses on the surface. These houses are then fixed up by the Timbercats. Song and Kipo choose the family’s house together. Wolf really only cares about having reliable shelter and Lio is just happy to have the whole family together. There’s 3 bedrooms, so initially Wolf and Kipo share out of necessity while Hugo’s using the third room. He moves out a couple months after recovering and into a Victorian-style mansion in what used to be one of the wealthier neighborhoods of Las Vistas. As much as he enjoyed spending time with the family their tastes just aren’t as refined as his and he needs room for his baby grand and a proper art studio. After Hugo moves out, Kipo and Wolf still share a room. Lio and Song make it clear that they can have their own rooms if they want, but they both express that they’d rather stay together. Until they decide otherwise, the 3rd bedroom is used as guest room/informal music studio.

The family has weekly game nights. Friends can come too (Benson and Dave are regulars), but the core group is the Oak family. When they have too many players, they’ll pair up in teams. Wolf and Hugo are not allowed to be on a team together. They did that once while playing RISK and not only utterly destroyed everyone else, they started acting like supervillains. They took it way too far.

Lio and Hugo reconcile… eventually. Even after the progress they made during season 3, things are still rough between them for a while. Hugo remains somewhat antagonistic towards Lio for much of his recovery. He does try to be better, but his default reaction to emotional discomfort is to verbally lash out at others and, given their history, Lio makes for a tempting target. Over time, and with a lot of work, the antagonism fades into good-natured ribbing. Hugo still crosses the line at times, but isn’t as slow to admit to fault and apologize. Every now and then an argument will break out. While Hugo isn’t as obstinate as he used to be, there are still times when he gets defensive and escalates rather than accept that he may have gone too far. The relationship is still pretty strained by the time Hugo moves out, but having his own space allows him and Lio to find a sort of balance. They can see each other whenever they want, but also have distance whenever they need it.

Hugo becomes a music teacher. The idea was Kipo’s. Given his love of music and how good he was with the mute kids, it just made sense to her. In a rare moment of agreement, Lio and Hugo both point out that most parents in Las Vistas would probably object to a former dictator (who may have mind controlled them) teaching their children. Song eventually comes up with the suggestion to start out giving private piano lessons. The parents of the mute kids he played with back at Timbercat village have formed a grudging trust for him, so they might be willing. Hugo exclusively gives private lessons for about a year. His students love the lessons (even when he gets a little manic) and their parents come to see him in a new light. Over that year, word of mouth reaches most of Las Vistas, and the idea of him teaching at the school becomes less and less objectionable. The school initially hires him on a part-time basis to test the waters, and he’s okay with that as it leaves him plenty of time for his private lesson students. Music and band rapidly become the most popular classes among students, and the school offers Hugo full-time hours. He accepts, but only at the start of the new school year. He adores his private lesson students and doesn’t want to just drop them. He gives extra private lessons in the months leading up to the new year, making sure each kid is confident in their abilities before they ‘graduate’ from his tutelage. At each kid’s final lesson, he lets them know that they can come by every now and then if they have questions or just want to jam. Every single one of them takes him up on the offer. The whole Oak family is immensely proud of Hugo, but none more so than Lio. Lio was the one who taught Hugo to play, and it was their favorite way to bond back in the old burrow. Seeing Hugo pass along the gift of music and get so much joy out of doing so makes Lio happy and proud in a way that makes his heart feel so full it might burst.

Wolf and Hugo bond. Neither one of them is initially thrilled to have the other as an adoptive sibling, but during Hugo’s recovery they begin to realize they have a lot in common. Mostly a pink-haired sister and taste for violence, but every relationship starts somewhere. After the RISK incident, they’re thick as thieves. They both still prefer Kipo over each other, but they’re partners in crime now. They continue to bring out the worst in each other.

That’s it for now! I have more, but I’ll save them for another post. This one is already super long.

#kataow #kipo and the age of wonderbeasts #hugo lives au #best music teacher scarlemagne #kipo headcanon #kipo oak #hugo oak #scarlemagne #lio oak #song oak #kipo wolf #wolfatha christie the fourth #kipo benson #kipo dave #oak family #happy oak family

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percydarling · 3 years

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I'll be honest,if the weasley kids had a tv show I would have percy as my favourite. Bill aand charlie arent in it so I wouldnt have an opinion (they're obviously hinted at but never there) Arthur's gonna annoy me kinda, molly is really nice but she always compares her kids. Ron (as lovely as he is) can be really mean to percy and just sucky to him. I love Ginny but everyone knows jk made her because "girl power= not feminine traits!1!1!1!" I love her,I love her love for quidditch but I feel like I still clearly see what she represents and that's jks sentiments (like cho for example, as an asian it's never gonna leave my mind). The twins would be great in theory but 2 twins insulting their older brother, burning a hole through their brothers tongue? Pranking everybody ALL THE TIME? I say I love them but seriously if I studied at hogwarts I would loathe them because hey, were in class- prank somebody in a more boring one or after. Also they're way too mean to percy.

Percy is the kinda dude I'd identify with, I hate how his family shames him alot. Sure hes ambitious but at the same time I hate when they bully him for his pride in his prefect badge and his head boy badge, like CMON! Gryffindor traits??? PRIDEFUL like yeah hes gonna be happy because he feels accomplished. I remember getting into model un and I talked about it at dinner time,my siblings got kinda annoyed but did they insult me abt it? No! They understood that this was a big part of my pride. They teased me a little "Haha model un-er" or "your rooms the country your representing right? Oops I dont have my passport" regular happy sibling stuff. You dont insult your brothers pride and joy, it's obvious hes so happy about it.

If there's gonna be a show on the Weasley family, the only interestee Weasley I would be watching is for Percy. Now let's go through every Weasley.

Arthur- at work, never home, if at home in shed exploring muggle things instead of probably bonding with his children.

Molly-would do chores, help children and maybe chat with next door neigbour. A slight chance of bonding with kids. Not very entertaining really.

Bill and Charlie- I mean depends whether they're even there or gone. If they're there they'd probably argue with each other. Maybe we'll get the Bill earring story and Charlie dragon obsession. Other than that maybe sibling bonding which is always good.

Twins- I cannot emphasize enough as to why I wouldn't watch the twins, if there was such a tv show. Each episode they'll probably prank someone most probably Ron and Percy. And then these pranks would get violent and physical and they would still be the saints and Percy the villain.

I mean the twins cause Ron's phobia, almost make him take the Unbreakable Vow (Ron was 5!) and then beat his Puffskein to death.

AND PUFFSKEIN IS AN ANIMAL.

And that's only Ron. If I start on Percy the jokes are endless but let's just end with the twins tried to locked Percy in a pyramid( God knows how old!). Enough said.

Ron- We already have Ron content in the book. Do we really need more? Yes we do but not if it's Ron insulting Percy. And if this show was before Harry and Hogwarts then Ron would be a young child like 9-10 years old and I personally wouldn't be interested. I love Ron but he loses absolutely no moment to insult or bitch about his brother. Plus Ron is whiny. Sometimes.

Ginny- They'll probably make her a Mary Sue who can do no wrong. They would seriously do that and make her a female version of the twins. Sorry not interested in watching her.

When we come to Percy there are so many things we can do. We can see bonding with Bill or Charlie. Percy being a good older brother and helping with nightmares. Percy being his mother's support system. Percy helping Arthur with his work. Percy teaching Ron chess. Percy planning a prank with twins. Percy playing dolls with Ginny.

With Percy you can relate him to everyone in some way or another. We know Molly loves Percy and probably considers him her favorite. Probably. Arthur with the Ministry so Percy and Ministry. Percy going to Bill with help for studies. Percy helping Charlie research about dragons.(Percy telling Charlie his dormmate is crazy about quidditch and asking if Charlie could give him tips and an autograph)

Percy playing chess with Ron. We know Percy is protective over Ron and Ginny. So we can assume that Percy teaches Ron chess and helps him read. Percy reading to Ginny about Harry Potter.(Really though who else would have? Molly would be busy and Bill and Charlie wouldn't)

Or we can have Percy writing stuff. Short stories and articles. Percy being a writer. Percy singing , dancing or drawing. Percy sneaking to Muggle town and talking to them.

Percy finding Scabbers.

Percy going to the Lovegood residence and talking with Luna's mother because she is such an amazing person.

(And taking her death the hardest)

Also Percy bonding with Luna.

Percy bonding with Uncle Billius or Great Aunt Muriel. Also reminsing time with Uncle Gideon and Fabian.

Percy having babysitter called Lily Potter who looked just like him but with bright green eyes. She reads to him about adventure stories and tells him she loves him very much and once brought her husband with her(who's an animagus!)

(While his brothers rejoiced the fall of You Know Who, Percy cried because Miss Lily and Mr James were dead. That was the time Percy realised that bad things happen to good people)

Well to put it in short there are so many angles with Percy which makes him interesting in my opinion.

If they do make let's hope they don't screw Percy over like they did with him in that damn game.

Also for that Percy interacting with Muggles there's an interesting fanfic called Percy's Diary.

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/7542632/1/Percy-s-Diary

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Percy is the only Weasley who I can relate to which makes me love him more. I am an elder sibling, have been constantly insulted by family and friends for following rules and very rarely been put down for being excited for something.

And the whole making fun of Percy is bullying when they're laughing at him and not with him.

These 2 prepositions make all the difference when it comes to teasing and bullying.

And the twins are bullies. They are.

"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy? You should've said something, we had no idea."

This is one of the lines they say.

How much do you want to bet that the twins didn't say something like this to Bill when he became prefect and HeadBoy?

Percy was a constant butt of their jokes and pranks, including bewitching his prefect and Head Boy badges to read Pinhead and Bighead Boy respectively, and sending dragon dung to his office at the Ministry.

This is from the official wikia. People can try to make the twins saint and say it was all good natured and everything. But I will always see the twins as bullies.

And the thing is the twins and Ron never bothered to praise Percy and that just feels wrong. Everytime they talk about Percy it's qn insult. When I talk about my brother to an acquaintance I don't insult him unlike Ron.

I feel that as Percy fans we love him because he is complicated. He isn't like the rest of the Weasleys. He isn't charming or funny. He's just a normal guy trying to do better and Percy fans get it because it's relatable. We can relate to being ordinary. He doesn't have earrings or pranks or a saviour best friend. He's just a guy who follows rules and wants to be successful. Who wouldn't relate with that?

And maybe some of us have been ridiculed just like Percy so we understand. We also understand that this is Harry's biased view and all he has been told about Percy is usually by Ron or the twins who insult him on a regular basis. And Harry is no better! He uses words like pompously like he understands how a person talks pompously?

So I love Percy a lot because I relate to him and I would never in my life apologise for loving such a complicated character.

#percy weasley #percy weasley deserves better #ask in a box #thanks for the ask!#twin weasleys criticism #all weasleys except for Percy criticism #but not much

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Silence the Green-Eyed Monster - Matt Casey x Reader

Anonymous: hey love! you absolutely smashed the last fic! can I request another casey x reader? could imagine they’re in a relationship and keep it a secret. somehow someone gets jealous and they can’t hide it anymore? thanks love x

Thank you so much, you’re too kind! ❤️ Ugh, I can’t explain how much I love the ‘secret relationship’ fics, so thank you for requesting this. I kinda went off on a tangent but it’s all Casey fluff so I’m not sorry 😝 Also went a little more protective Casey for the big reveal but there’s still some jealousy in there. Enjoy this long ass fic! 😊

Warning: Mention of and reference to smut, nothing particularly detailed.

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You took a deep breath as you awoke, the warmth of the room from the sun shining through the gap in the curtains mixing with the smell of fresh sheets was a moment you treasured each morning. It’s what kept you grateful. You knew in your line of work that all it took was a bad call to have your future ripped away from you. That you knew from personal experience. Only this morning, along with the previous few, there was a different scent swirling into the mix. It was a cosy combination of something very musky and woody, with a hint of smoke.

Taking a moment to cherish how lucky you were before you fluttered your eyes open, you remembered the events of last night, which brought a light blush to your cheeks, as you became aware of how you were both completely naked. Matt had his chest flush to your back, an arm draped around your waist and hugging you softly and his breath was ever so slightly tickling your neck.

That’s when a smile grew on your face, one of those grins that were impossible to hold back, not that you wanted to. For the past three days, Sylvie Brett, your best friend, partner and roommate, had gone back home to Fowlerton to face her parents for the first time since she broke off her engagement with the Chaplain. She had spoken to them over the phone, of course, but as soon as the chatter died down in her hometown about her antics and she had worked up the nerve to show her face again, she decided to take a few days off and visit them.

And while you were going to miss your best friend, even if it was just for five days, you were excited to finally be able to spend a couple of nights with your boyfriend. You and Matt didn’t get to do this often (unless you booked a hotel room, which was becoming an expensive endeavour), and it wasn’t just about the sex. You loved the domesticity of it all, cooking dinner together, laughing, talking, listening to music, cuddling on the couch whilst watching a movie. You felt complete when you were with Matt, and it was something you were never going to get tired of, and neither was he, if your relationship continued in the direction it was going in.

When you and Matt first started seeing each other, it was just over a year after Gabby left. You had replaced her on Ambo, quickly becoming a part of the 51 family with little to no grievances towards you. You were pretty sure Matt actually wasn’t a fan of you at first, seeing as you technically took someone’s place who he didn’t want to be gone, but he soon got past it, and you both actually became good friends. You had the same sense of humour, a similar taste in music and you both liked the same movies, so you had a lot to bond over. And you fell hard.

At first you were angry at yourself. How on earth could you fall in love with a colleague - a superior - let alone one who was still grieving from his divorce? Only, however hard you tried to stop yourself, you just ended up making it worse. For example, if you tried not to meet his topaz blue eyes as he smiled, you became more aware of how gorgeous his laugh sounded and decided immediately you didn’t get to hear it enough. See the problem?

But one night at Molly’s changed everything. It was Christmas time last year, and after saying a last goodbye and happy holidays to everyone before you went back to your hometown, you left the bar just as Casey was entering.

You were practically beaming from ear to ear as you approached the door. Herrmann had a loop of classic Christmas hits on throughout the evening, and you were still feeling the rush from when Casey dragged you into his little office back at the station earlier to exchange gifts with you. You argued that you weren’t technically allowed to open it yet, seeing as Christmas wasn’t for a couple more days, but Matt had persuaded you by telling you how much he wanted to see your face when you opened it. Of course you couldn’t say no to such a sweet admission, especially from Matt. It was totally worth it when you excitedly ripped off the wrapping paper to reveal a photo album full of memories from the past year and a half. It brought a tear to your eye and a smile that lit up your face, as did the expression that Matt wore. He was so elated that you loved it, enjoying how he got to see the smile he adored so much.

So you said a last goodbye and then swung open the gorgeous wooden door, stepping out into the freezing Chicago night. That’s when you ended up being so close to Matt Casey that you could feel the warmth of his breath before it got cooled down by the air.

“Oh, sorry, Matt.” You laughed slightly awkwardly as you took a step back.

“No, it was my fault. I was in a bit of daydream.” He smiled.

“Well, I, er, was just heading out. Wanted to say goodbye before I make my way home tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, okay, well, have a good Christmas, Y/N.”

“You too, Matt.” You smiled back, raising your eyes away from his face (because your heart was telling you to just lean forward and do what you’ve wanted to for months) to look up in hopes to catch a glimpse of the stars. Only, you didn’t see them, you saw the little bunch of green leaves adorned by white berries, and your eyes widened.

Matt was confused by your expression, so he followed your eyeline, being met with the same thing; mistletoe. When he looked back down once again at your face, you were biting your lip, your eyes flickering between his mouth and his eyes dangerously. You’d never know how desperately he wanted to use his thumb to free your bottom lip from your teeth, but the thought soon disappeared when you leaned in.

He met you halfway, lips brushing against one another’s in uncertainty before you pushed forward, pressing a not-so-chaste kiss to his mouth, something which he didn’t expect but wasn’t mad about. It quickly became heated, all the pent-up sexual tension you both harboured for months being poured into the kiss, the way your hands wrapped around his neck, how his found your waist and then your ass when you pressed him against the wall behind him.

Breathless, you pulled away, painfully aware of how you were still in the doorway of Molly’s, letting out a little laugh. “We should probably get out of here, before someone finds us.” You smirked. All Matt could do was nod, wearing that boyish grin of his with a hint of lust in his eyes, before he pulled you quickly to his truck to make a quick getaway.

One thing led to another, and after finally admitting your feelings for each other that night, you became a ‘thing’ that had now been going strong for about six months. ‘Thing’ is the only way you felt right describing it, seeing as you two were exclusive but no one knew about it yet, apart from both of your families.

That had been Matt’s idea, to keep your relationship secret. He felt worried that the house might have a bit of a problem with it, seeing as the wound from Gabby leaving is still a little tender for some of them. And though you didn’t share the same concern, you understood and therefore agreed. Plus, it was going to be fun sneaking around for a while, possibly even sexy.

Little kisses being trailed along your shoulder are what informed you Matt was coming out of his slumber.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You smiled even though he couldn’t see it.

“Morning, babe.” He mumbled against your shoulder, still half dazed, before letting out an almighty yawn.

“Still tired?” You chuckled, gently turning over to face him.

“Do you blame me? We were at it like rabbits last night.” He grinned wide at the way your cheeks flushed.

“Well, too bad we have to get up for shift, otherwise you could’ve given me a reminder.” You winked before sitting up, pulling the sheets with you to cover your chest.

“We could always take a shower.” Matt teased, reaching out a hand to draw shapes on your thigh.

Though the motion cause goosebumps to raise on your skin, you shook your head lightly, biting your lip in his direction before standing up and pulling on one of your oversized t-shirts.

“No time. I need to drop you off home, remember? How about I make some quick breakfast whilst you get dressed and then I’ll drive you.” You offered.

“Sounds lovely.” He said, finally moving to get ready whilst you slipped away to the kitchen.

You were halfway into making some French toast when you heard the keys in the door. At first you thought you imagined it, blaming it on the fact you were still a little drowsy. But you knew you couldn’t imagine Sylvie standing right in front of you.

“Something smells good.” She exclaimed, which really woke you up.

“Sylvie!” You practically shouted, both out of shock and as a way to alert Matt about your unexpected company. “I thought you weren’t coming back for a couple more days?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, but I knew as soon as I got there that five days was gonna be too long, especially when everything there was reminding me of being with Kyle.” She visibly shuddered, taking a seat at one of the stools at the breakfast bar. “I just felt trapped, you know? My parents understood and were fine with me coming back early. I called Boden last night to let him know I’d be available for shift today, and I also called you, but you didn’t pick up.”

“Sorry, I didn’t even realise, I was a little busy.”

“I can tell.” She smirked. You raised an eyebrow at her. “Whoever you were getting busy with has left his shoes at the door.”

Your eyes went wide in shock as she chuckled. ‘Shit’ you thought.

“Would you like me to go hide in my room whilst you get mystery man out of here?” She smiled. God, you love this woman.

“Yes please.” You replied sheepishly.

She slid off the stool and went to pick up her bag by the door. On her way past you she stopped, smiled over at you and said, calmly, “Oh, and say hi to Casey for me.” whilst pointing nonchalantly at the CFD captain’s jacket hung on the coat rack before practically skipping to her room.

You were absolutely gobsmacked. You quickly served up the French toast before going back into your room to find Casey sat on the edge of the bed with an amused look on his face.

“Did you…?” You asked, gesturing with your thumb to the kitchen.

“Yeah, I did.” He chuckled.

You shook your head, the shock finally wearing off as you went to pull on a pair of sweats from your drawer. “I swear she should’ve become a detective.”

***

You and Brett along with Truck 81 and Engine 51 were making your way to a vehicle accident just five minutes after your shift started. You hadn’t had a chance to speak to Brett yet about this morning, so you saw the drive there as the perfect opportunity.

“Listen, I owe you an explanation.”

“No you don’t.” Brett smiled sincerely, flickering her eyes over to me to show she was being genuine before looking back to the road.

“Well, I want to. It wasn’t just last night, me and Casey. We’ve been seeing each other for nearly six months now, and I really wanted to tell you, I did, but Matt asked me to keep it a secret, just for a bit, so I did, and…I’m sorry.”

“I know, Y/N. I figured it out a little while ago. I’ve seen the way you look at each other and have your little hushed conversations and comfort each other discreetly after a tough call. It’s okay, it’s none of my business, and I’m not mad.” She chuckled, and I let out a deep breath in relief. I figured she wouldn’t be, but I wasn’t sure. “By the way, I think you’re really good together.”

“Thanks.” You smiled at her as you pulled up to the scene of the accident.

You pulled up just after Truck, surveying the scene as you slowed to a stop. A car had collided with a parked van, its engine letting off a lot of smoke. You and Brett hopped out, grabbing the jump bags and then making your way over to the car where Casey had already begun talking to the patient.

Herrmann came over with a halligan to pry open the driver’s door while Casey went around to the passenger side, smashing the window and climbing inside. You thanked Herrmann before peering in, seeing that the guy had his leg pinned in, which is why Casey had climbed in.

With gloves on, you examined the laceration the guy had on his forehead, most likely from slamming it on the wheel on impact.

“How’s he doing?” Brett called from behind you.

“He’s alert. Laceration to the face, left leg is pinned.” You replied, looking over to Casey who shifted in his seat to get a better angle before jamming his halligan into the footwell to free the driver. Meanwhile, you put a c-collar on him, noticing his rapid breathing at the same time and so you tried to calm him down by making small talk.

“How is it you managed to crash into a parked vehicle?”

“I looked down to change the radio station. It was an emergency; they were playing Justin Bieber.” He let out a strained laugh.

“Say no more.” You chuckled.

“I knew you’d understand.” He managed to get out in panting breaths before he focused on you. “Your eyes are incredible by the way.”

You were a little taken aback by his last sentence, seeing as he was struggling to focus on keeping calm, let alone your face. You glanced over to Casey, still working diligently as he spared a look your way, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“I think you must’ve hit your head.” You smiled, just as the hood of the car burst into flames.

You ducked away, painfully aware that Casey was stuck inside the car. You trusted your colleagues in putting out the fire before it could harm anyone, but still your heart worried for any unexpected turns this could take, putting the driver and Casey in danger.

He managed to free the driver’s leg, shouting to the rest of Truck for a backboard. They safely extracted the driver, and almost immediately after, Casey swan dived out of the car, just as a fireball exploded from the car.

Stood by the gurney, you gazed over, your heart in your stomach as you waited to see if he was okay. A few seconds later, Casey was up on his feet on the other side of the car, and you let out the breath you didn’t realise you were holding. He looked over, trying to meet your eyes, and when he succeeded, he gave a little nod to tell you he was okay. And that’s all you needed to be focused once more, ready for the patient to be delivered to you by the firefighters.

***

It was a few hours later, just as you were finishing up restocking the ambo, when Casey emerged from the common room doors looking for you. You had sent Brett inside a few minutes earlier so she could get something to eat, offering to finish up on your own.

You smiled over at Casey as you ticked off the last box on your checklist, jumping down from your rig. He was making his way over to you when you heard, “Hey, there she is!” from a familiar voice behind you. “It’s the miracle worker with the big y/e/c eyes.”

You turned, being met by the guy you saved from the crash earlier today holding a bunch of yellow lilies and wearing a smile from ear to ear.

“Oh, hi…erm…”

“Mason.” He said, offering you the flowers.

“Yes, Mason, of course. Thank you so much, these are gorgeous, but you didn’t have to bring me anything.” You smiled at him, conscious of Matt standing a few feet away near the truck to make it less awkward. “How’s your leg?”

“Oh, they did an MRI, just a muscle tear, it’s no biggie. I just wanted to thank you for taking such good care of me.” He explained. His voice seemed smooth, seductive even, but you thought you were just reading too much into it, so you just smiled a little wider and tilted your head sincerely.

“Ah, well, just doing my job.” You said, and it came out a little more awkward than you would have liked, but he didn’t seem to notice.

It was then you felt extremely lucky as a call came over the intercom for ambo, so you took a deep breath before walking past him and moving to get into the rig. “Well, I gotta go, but thank you for the flowers.”

“I never got your name.” He followed you, looking through the window as you sat in your seat.

“Oh, um, Y/N.” You offered a small smile, but you desperately wanted to get out of there. You turned to your right to place the flowers down in the space in the console before turning back to him, only he was leaning his forearms on the windowsill and offering you a business card.

“Well, Y/N, I would be over the moon if you let me buy you lunch sometime.” His grin was a little creepier now he was so close, and you could smell the bitter coffee on his breath.

You took the card to be polite, but as soon as Sylvie jumped into the passenger seat, you sped off, looking in the wing mirror to see Casey leaned against Truck with his jaw tense and fists stuffed into his jacket pockets.

***

When you returned from Med after the call, Casey was nowhere to be found. You looked all over: the common room, Boden’s office, his own office, restroom, locker room. Nowhere. And you couldn’t ask around, in fear of being suspicious, although you could have lied and said you borrowed a book or were requesting some furlough, but you didn’t want to be caught out on that later.

In the end, you decided to go stand out on the apron for some fresh air and a good think. You were worried that he was upset about Mason coming and speaking to you earlier or about you taking the card, although you would be majorly surprised if he would be annoyed over that, seeing as he is one of the most understanding people you have ever met. What did surprise you, though, was when you looked up and saw him sitting on the roof of the firehouse in a fold-out chair.

“Jesus Christ, Casey, what are you doing up there?!”

“Just taking a moment.” He replied, and you finally noticed the ladder he had used to get up there propped up against the building. You started walking toward it to join him when you heard him stand up and walk over to it, his footsteps on the metal ringing out above your head. He slid down it skilfully, impressing you in the process.

“I would have come up there, you didn’t have to come down.” You shrugged, smirking at him slightly.

“With your fear of heights? No chance.” He chuckled.

You smiled at him. He didn’t seem annoyed. Just a little…off.

“I can see the cogs turning, Y/N. What’s up?” He said as he slyly hooked his little finger into yours. You both did this often when you wanted to show affection to one another at the firehouse but had to be discreet, just in case someone was watching.

“Are you okay?” You said, your voice a little higher than usual and brows slightly furrowed.

Matt raised an eyebrow at you. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“That…um…just with that Mason guy coming round earlier. I only took his card to seem polite, I have no intention of-“

“Y/N.” Matt interrupted, an amused twinkle in his eye, which made you relax slightly. “I know. I trust you, always have and always will. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You sighed contently. “And you have no idea how much I want to throw my arms around you and kiss you right now.”

He chuckled. “Me too, but Gallo’s coming this way and I’m pretty sure you don’t want to give him a show.”

You drew your hand back slowly, just in time for when Gallo emerged from the door.

“Lieutenant, Y/L/N, food’s almost done.”

“Thanks, Gallo.” You turned his way and shot him a genuine smile before following him in, Matt hot on your heels.

***

You thanked whoever was looking down on you for those minutes of peace within the firehouse, where no one was out on a call and you all got to relax, play cards, talk, read a book. The latter was one of your personal favourites, seeing as you were always engrossed in one novel or another. Talking with your friends was also another. You loved to hear about Herrmann’s kids, Gallo’s sad excuse for a love life, Severide and Kidd’s weekend getaway (although you weren’t too fond of the details, but luckily they usually skipped past those with merely a wink at each other). Right now, you and Brett were talking about the upcoming wedding of one of a previous mutual partner.

“Have you got your dress yet?” You asked her.

“Yep, got it last weekend. It’s a gorgeous blush pink maxi dress, and its so comfy. What about you?”

“Mine’s about knee length, a dark green silky material. I can’t wait to go, plus Maddison is going to look gorgeous.”

“She really is!” Brett gushed, looking over your shoulder at Matt, who was sitting three seats down at the end of the table. She lowered her voice, “Are you taking Matt as your date?”

Your eyes got a little sadder and you looked down at your fingers. “I’m not sure. I’d love to, and I probably could get away with if we said we were just going as friends, but I don’t know if we’d be able to keep it up or if they’d get suspicious.” You murmured. “I need to talk to Matt first, because it’s his call. Whatever he wants to do, I’m up for.”

She nodded gently, offering you a small smile before sitting up straighter and opening her mouth to speak, but before she could, Capp shouted from the doorway.

“Hey, Y/L/N, there’s someone outside to see you. Says his names Mason?”

You rolled your eyes, inhaling deeply before casting a glance over to Matt carefully. You got up from your chair slowly, with all eyes on you, and made your way out onto the apparatus floor.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you?” Mason beamed, making his way over to you with his arms wide open, as if he was coming for a hug.

You stayed still, arms crossed, showing him you didn’t accept the hug, and he stopped just short of you, smile a little weaker but barely altered.

“Hi Mason. What’re you doing here?” You tried to smile politely.

“Well, I wanted to ask you something. You see, I think you’re really pretty and you were so kind to me that I knew I couldn’t miss out on the opportunity on asking you out on a date. So, how does this Friday at seven sound?”

Your eyes almost shot out of your head, and you heard someone choke on their own laughter over at the squad table. ‘Glad someone’s enjoying the show.’ You thought.

“I…erm… that’s, um, very kind of you, Mason. And I really appreciate the offer, but I’m so sorry, I’m going to have to say no.” You answered, trying to convey how apologetic you felt on your face. You glanced around you, mainly at the squad table to see how they were all trying to act like they weren’t listening.

He didn’t seem to back down though, which furthered your observation of him being a little creepy. “Oh, come on, Y/N, just one date, you won’t regret it, I promise.”

Before you could reply, Severide shouted, “Hey, buddy, she said no, now get lost.” He was walking over to you to back you up, which you were extremely thankful for as you had no idea how to handle this situation to stop it getting out of control. Usually, you were pretty good at standing up for yourself and speaking your mind, but that doesn’t mean you don’t appreciate the back up from your friends when offered.

“This doesn’t concern you, pretty boy.” Mason snarled, and Severide squared his shoulders.

“What’s going on?” Matt called, coming through the common room doors to stand beside you. ‘Oh god, this could get messy.’ You thought, and you knew you had to diffuse it, and fast.

“Nothing, Casey. Mason here was just leaving, weren’t you?” You answered.

Mason seemed to soften up when you spoke. “Yeah, I was. Well, call me later, Y/N, and we can confirm that date.” He gave a toothy smile and a wink which sent a shiver down your spine, then left through the open door.

Once he was out of sight, you turned to Severide. “Thanks, Kelly, I owe you.”

“No problem, Y/N, but be careful with that guy. Something’s off about him.” He patted your shoulder as you nodded in reply, then went back over to sit at the squad table.

Casey didn’t say a word before walking through the double doors, but instead of going straight on to the common room, he took a right, walking down the corridor towards the bunk room. You waited for a moment before following him, slightly concerned. At this moment, you didn’t care if you raised anyone’s suspicions; you had a gut feeling something was off, and you needed to make sure Matt was okay.

You walked cautiously down the same route as Matt, entering the bunk room and looking straight towards his office. He was sat down at his desk, pen in hand and head rested on his fist, his brows knitted in either concentration or frustration, and you were pretty sure it was the latter. After a quick survey of the bunk room and being satisfied you were alone, you advanced towards his office, gently rapping your knuckles against the door to let him know you were there. He looked up, a blank expression on his face, and gestured for you to come in before looking back down at his incident report.

You opened the door but didn’t walk in, deciding to lean against the door frame and gauge the atmosphere first.

“Hey, you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He said a little snappily, not tearing his eyes away from his report for a second.

You bit the inside of your cheek in thought, then went and perched on the end of his bed, closing the door softly behind you. He made no effort to acknowledge your company, but he also didn’t object.

“Matt, baby, what’s wrong?” You almost whispered, despite no one being in earshot but your boyfriend.

“Nothing, like I said, I’m fine.”

“Well it doesn’t seem like it.” You said, and although the words could have been interpreted as snarky, you didn’t intend for them to be, and so you internally winced. “I didn’t mean it like that. You can talk to me, Matt, I want to listen.”

He stopped writing, and you were hopeful that he would explain, but a few minutes passed and still no words left his mouth. He turned around in his chair to face you, his eyes showing you that he was sorry, but his jaw was clenched and his left hand was still in a tight fist.

So you thought, you thought really hard as to what he was feeling and why he would be feeling like this. Had you forgotten something important? No, your anniversary wasn’t for a few more months and neither was his birthday. Had you forgotten to do the dishes? No, you both did them together last night after your meal.

And then it hit you.

He was jealous. Matthew Casey was jealous. And you smiled. A beaming smile that shone brighter than a lighthouse, because although it was annoying for him, you found it pretty funny and also very cute.

“Matt Casey…” You teased, standing up slowly and stalking towards him with your arms crossed and a tilted head. “Are you jealous?”

“What? No.” He splutters, trying to be convincing but it doesn’t work in the slightest.

You smirk at him. “Aww…Matt…”

“Fine, I guess I am a bit. It’s just…that guy, the way he was looking at you like you were his next meal, it just…it made my blood boil.”

“I know. Me too. It’s fair enough that you’re angry but you have nothing at all to be jealous of, I love you and only you.” You offer a smile, which he returns, before you check out of the window.

Seeing nobody, you placed your palms down on each arm of his chair, leaning down so you were inches away from his face.

He squinted his eyes playfully at you, smirking. “Risky.” He teased.

“Shut up.” You laughed, then locked your lips with his, giving him a searing hot kiss, your tongues meeting and fighting a battle for dominance, which he won. You explored each other’s mouths, not worrying for a second if someone would see because you wanted him, needed him, and he needed you. He bit your lip, causing you to moan into his mouth, and his lips tugged upwards into a smile.

You pulled away, breathless, and smiled, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as you dared to look into his eyes. It was a dangerous move, as his irises had turned a sinful shade of blue and all you desired was to pull him over to his bed and draw the blinds. Actually, fuck that, his chair would do.

But you managed to stand upright, clearing your throat as you felt your cheeks reddening. You regained enough composure to look back into his eyes, and he seemed more relaxed, barring the bulge that was now evident in his pants, which you were proud of causing.

“By the way, I love you too. And you didn’t have to prove it, I already know, not that I’m complaining about getting that kiss out of it.”

“Yeah, well, you’re gonna get a lot more than that tonight, seeing as you’re extremely hot when you’re jealous.” You teased, taking pleasure out of the way his eyes grew wider.

You winked at him before turning and leaving his office, swaying your hips a little more than usual, chuckling when you heard the curse he let out under his breath.

***

It was next shift, and thankfully you hadn’t heard any more from Mason, mainly because you hadn’t called him or been at the firehouse, so you were a little on edge as you turned up this morning. But it was after lunch, now, and you were convinced that he had finally come to his senses and moved on.

You were reading your book, sat at the long table facing the rest of the common room with Matt one chair away, once again sat at the head of the table. You felt his foot tracing patterns on your ankle, and when you looked up from your page and over to him, he was looking through his eyelashes at you as he read over his reports from last shift. He had a devilish smirk on his face, and he knew I was thinking of the other evening, when he pulled me into the showers to fulfil my promise, trailing hot, wet kisses along my jawline, down my neck and over my collarbone, slowly working his way down until he was on his knees in front of me, unbuckling my belt as I stood in a blissful daze, my heart racing and my breathing rapid.

In fact, I could feel it picking up again, and I knew what he was doing. It was unbelievably arousing how the risk of being caught felt, something we discovered after that event in the showers. And now Matt had begun playing a game, and so had I. A squeeze of my ass when I was folding laundry later on that day was what started it, but I got him back when I trailed my fingertips up his thigh at dinner, cupping his clothed member in my hand, which caused him to almost choke on his bite of food.

We were enjoying it, and after talking the other day back at my apartment, he told me how he didn’t mind if the others found out, but at the moment it was still fun sneaking around, which I agreed with.

“Y/L/N?”

Severide’s voice from the door startled me, but I didn’t jump, thank goodness, before I turned to look at him.

“That Mason guy is back again. Want me to kick his ass out?”

You smiled at Kelly, shaking your head gently. “Yes, but politely please, Severide.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

He nodded and left, and you went back to ‘reading your book’. That was until you heard shouts coming from the apparatus floor moments later, followed by the sound of someone bursting through the double doors.

“Hey! You can’t go in there!”

“Y/N?!”

‘Oh, for crying out loud’ You complained internally, rolling your eyes before looking over to the door to see a very frantic Mason.

“There you are, Y/N. That moron was trying to stop me coming inside.”

“Yes, Mason, that’s because I asked him to.” You explained, softly, standing up and circling around the table to stand in front of him. “C’mon, lets go talk out in the corridor so we don’t disturb anyone.”

“No! I want everyone to hear this. Y/N, just give me a chance. I’m a nice guy, I’m funny, I’m smart, I’m good looking. Just say yes, you won’t regret it.”

You had to stop yourself from groaning. This guy was ridiculously desperate, and you couldn’t understand how he didn’t get the message. It was actually starting to annoy you now.

“Mason, I’m sorry, it’s a no, it’s always going to be a no. Now please, leave, before you get dragged out of here.”

“Please, Y/N, just one date, that’s all. I don’t know why you won’t agree to it.” He was walking closer and closer, but you stood your ground, despite the nervousness starting to grow within you.

“Hey! She said no.” Casey said sternly, on the verge of shouting, as he got up from his chair and came to stand beside you, wrapping his arm tightly around your waist and bringing you closer to him. “She’s said it about five times now. You’ve got your answer, now get the hell out of here before I knock your ass out.”

Mason just stood there, dumbfounded, his eyes darting between your face, Casey’s and his arm around you. “oh, man, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise she was…I…I guess I’ll…er…” He stuttered, turning and leaving so fast you were surprised he didn’t leave scorch marks.

You exhaled deeply, scratching your forehead before turning towards Matt.

“You okay?” He asked sincerely, searching your eyes for any unease.

“Yeah, thank you.” You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder and breathing in his scent to comfort yourself. He brought his other hand around to draw soothing circles on your back, and your heartrate began to slow back down to normal.

And then it dawned on you that you had an audience.

You heard someone clear their throat, so you straightened up slowly, leaving Matt’s embrace almost fully as you look around the room. Brett and Kidd are struggling to stifle a chuckle, Cruz looks like someone’s told him he’s pregnant and Mouch looks more confused than when he was trying to solve that crossword puzzle this morning.

“Did we…er…miss something, or are you guys just putting on a show for that guy?” Herrmann asks, trying to make sense of everything.

You and Casey smile, enjoying the revelation, albeit more prematurely than you both would have preferred.

“No, Hermann, you’ve all just been blind for the past six months.” Casey chuckled.

Herrmann’s eyes almost fell out of their sockets. “Six months?!”

You both burst out into laughter, then you turned to face Matt once again, leaning up to kiss his cheek, which is tugged upwards into a smile.

Then you both went and sat down where you were before, now only closer and with your hands intertwined upon the table, ready to be bombarded with questions from your family, ready to share your love for each other with the world.

#chicago fire #chicago fire fic #matt casey #matt casey imagine #matt casey x reader #matt casey fluff #matthew casey #matthew casey x reader #matthew casey imagine #matt casey smut

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wellimaginethat · 4 years

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Reputation

Pairing: Adam Ruzek x (female) Reader

Word Count: 3207

Author’s Note: Another Request! Thank you! Also I love Adam so much. I’m super nervous about this one because I had no idea where to go with it. I loved the request, but I wasn’t sure how to go about it.

Trigger Warning(s): Shooting, non-fatal injury, drinking

Disclaimer: I don’t owe nor am I affiliated with any of the Chicago shows, I just like to play with the characters

Summary: Adam is head over heels for Y/N, but she’s worried because she knows his reputation

Y/N = Your Name

Y/LN = Your Last Name

Y/EC = Your Eye Color

You had been working with Intelligence for a while now, not as long as the rest of them but long enough to have formed friendships and bonds with your coworkers. And long enough to know of a certain someone’s reputation with women.

You had to admit, he was good looking and you could understand what they saw in him, but you were determined not to fall for his good looks and charms.

However, Adam didn’t seem to get the memo.

He flirted with you, a lot. At first, you didn’t notice, not until Kevin pointed it out to you.

“He is not.” You laughed it off, shaking your head.

Kevin gave you a look before scoffing. “Yes, he is.”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, still laughing a bit.

“He’s totally into you, Y/N.” Kevin persisted. “Anyone can see it.”

“I think you’re reading too much into it.” You told him, waving it off.

“He’s been flirting with you nonstop all week.”

“He’s Adam, he flirts with all the women.” You countered.

Kevin shook his head. “Alright, believe what you want, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You rolled your eyes again, turning back to your paperwork.

You really wish you would have headed Kevin’s warning, because when Adam asked you to join him for drinks that night, you thought nothing of it. That is, until you showed up at Molly’s and it ended up being just you and him. You had assumed that there would be someone else from the team there.

You approached him. “Hey, where’s everyone else?”

Adam gave you a strange look. “What do you mean?”

“Well when you asked if I wanted to grab drinks, I thought that meant with the team.” You told him, suddenly realizing that he had meant just the two of you.

He shook his head. “No, I meant just you and me.”

“Oh, okay.” You nodded, still telling yourself it didn’t mean anything, as you took a seat on the bar stool next to him.

“You wanna grab a table?” Adam asked, standing up as you were taking a seat. “It’s a bit more private.”

And intimate, you thought but didn’t say. You nodded. “Yeah, let me just get a drink and then we can move to a table.” You were still trying to tell yourself it didn’t mean anything.

After you got your drink, the two of you moved over to a table. You took a seat and he sat across from you, flashing you a grin after a moment.

You looked at him and raised a brow. “What’s up?” You asked, wondering just what was going on.

He shook his head slightly and gave you a halfhearted shrug. “Nothing, why?”

You paused, trying to think of a good response. “Well I was just wondering, you know, since it’s just us here…”

Your comment didn’t seem to faze him. “So what do you like to do outside of work?” He asked. “I feel like we never talk about that.”

“Because we’re always at work whenever we really talk.” You told him, it wasn’t because you didn’t like each other, you just never seemed to hang out outside of work unless it was everyone. Out of everyone on the team he was probably the only one you hadn’t hung out with alone, you had even drank with Voight a few times, not on purpose, but still.

“Yeah, I’m thinking we should change that.” Adam told you, leaning on the table as he watched you.

You paused again, trying to piece together just what was happening and getting the feeling that you were his newest romantic target. “I don’t think so.” You shook your head, making a move to stand.

Adam’s expression twisted into a confused one as he watched you get up. “What? Why?”

You gave him a polite smile. “Because I just...don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Adam frowned slightly. “Why not?” He asked again. “You hang out with everyone else?”

You stopped, feeling embarrassed because you’d misread the situation, but you somehow managed to hide it as you looked at him again. “I-.” You stopped and laughed some, shaking your head and taking a seat again. “I’m such an idiot, I thought you…”

“What?” Adam asked, tilting his head.

“I thought you were implying something else.” You shook your head, still laughing a bit as you felt your cheeks finally start to heat up. “Kevin was saying something about you flirting with me earlier, I told him that he was nuts but I guess it had me on guard.”

“Well I have been.” Adam stated as plainly as one would say the sky was blue.

You stopped and looked at him for a moment. “What?” You asked after a moment, confused.

“I have been flirting with you.” Adam told you in the same simple tone.

You frowned. “Now I’m confused.”

“What’s there to be confused about? I like you, that’s why I’ve been flirting with you and why I asked you out tonight.” Adam explained, watching you.

You faltered, trying to collect your thoughts.

“And I thought maybe that’s why you and I haven’t hung out, why you hang out with everyone else but me.” Adam told you, leaning on the table again, waiting for you to say something.

You shook your head. “That’s...that’s not why.” You told him, getting up again and heading towards the door.

“Y/N!” Adam called after you, but you ignored him as you walked out. He was quick to follow you. “Y/N! Hey, wait up!” He jogged to catch up to you.

You just shook your head, continuing to walk until he grabbed your hand, causing you to finally look at him. “No, Adam.” You told him, pulling your hand away.

He looked at you, confused. “Why?”

“Because I know your reputation.” You stated simply. “And I’m not going to be just another name in your little black book.” And with that, you turned and left him standing there as you walked to your car.

You got home and you didn’t know if you wanted to scream or cry, you were confused and a bit angry, at what, you didn’t really know. You felt stupid for not noticing it, and for letting his flirting continue like it had been. If you had any idea that he was getting the idea that you’d be another one of his flings, you wouldn’t have let it go on for so long. You would have made it clear from the beginning. But in all honesty, his flirting hadn’t bothered you and you kinda liked it. And maybe if you didn’t know his reputation with women, maybe, just maybe, you’d give it a chance, despite Voight’s rule about dating within the team.

The next few days had gone by and it was only slightly awkward. You and Adam didn’t talk to each other because you made a point to avoid him, which actually wasn’t that hard to do. However, you could feel his eyes on you every time he would look at you.

It was on the third day that he cornered you when you were taking a break to get yourself a soda.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He commented.

You didn’t look at him. “No I haven’t.”

He laughed a bit and shook his head. “Yes, you have.” He sighed. “I’m sorry for putting you on the spot like that.” He told you, even though he didn’t really think he had put you on the spot.

You finally looked at him after you got your soda, you took a sip while you thought of what to say. You ended up shrugging. “It’s okay.”

Adam shook his head. “I was trying to be straightforward and clear with you.” He told you. “I like you, a lot, and I want-”

You held up a hand to cut him off. “Don’t.” You told him. “Not here, or anywhere for that matter.”

“Why?” Adam asked you, still trying to figure out what he was doing wrong.

“Because one, we’re at work. And two, I told you the other night that I wasn’t interested in being another one of your flings.” You told him simply, keeping your voice low so no one else could hear you.

Adam shook his head. “That’s not what I want.”

“Oh really? Look at your track record, Adam.” “I know I have a shitty track record, Y/N.” Adam told you firmly, stopping you. “I know, but this is different.”

You scoffed. “How many times have you said that before?”

Adam shook his head. “I’m serious.”

You shook your head and went to walk around him but he stepped in your path, causing you to nearly collide with him.

“Just hear me out.” Adam said softly, eyes meeting yours. “Please.”

You sighed and took a step back, looking at him and nodding. “Go on.”

“This is different.” Adam told you. “And I know that sounds cliche, and I know this will sound cliche too. But since you started working here, I’ve been drawn to you. Everything about you is alluring to me; your personality, your smile, your laugh.” He reached out to take your hand. “Give me a chance, Y/N. Please.”

You hesitated, looking down at your hand in his. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like him, but you had been hurt in the past and didn’t want to take a chance on someone who just seemed destined to hurt you. You shook your head as you slowly pulled your hand out of his. “I-I can’t. I’m sorry.” You couldn’t even look at him as you walked away, heading back to your desk.

Over the next few days, the team had gotten a new case and you tried to focus on that. But you couldn’t get Adam out of your head. You avoided Adam as much as you could, but every time you looked at him he looked sad. You tried to tell yourself that it wasn’t because of you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was. Your rejection had really hurt him.

“You and Ruzek go question him.” Voight’s voice brought you out of your thoughts and you nodded, heading out. You didn’t even question why he would pair you with Adam, because you were still somewhat lost in your own world as you went outside.

The two of you weren’t expecting it, but one minute you were knocking on the door, and the next you were chasing after the guy that you were just supposed to be questioning. Halfway up the street, after the two of you had called for backup, he stopped and pulled out a gun.

“Gun!” You shouted, grabbing Adam’s arm and pulling him towards a parked car for cover as the man shot at the two of you. Adam pulled out his gun and you did the same, looking around the car for the gunman. You didn’t see him.

“We’ve lost sight of him.” You spoke into your radio when you noticed blood dripping on the pavement next to you. You looked at Adam. “You’ve been shot.” You stated, your heart dropping into your stomach.

He grimaced. “Yeah, I know.” He told you, still looking for the gunman. “It’s not that bad.”

You frowned. “Not that bad? Adam, you’re bleeding pretty badly.” You said as you started to apply pressure on his wound one one hand, grabbing your radio again with the other. “We need a bus, we got an officer down.” You said, pulling Adam down to a sitting position, pushing him to lean against the car as you kept pressure on his lower abdomen.

Adam grunted slightly at the pressure and looked at you. “I’m gonna be fine.”

“I know.” You nodded, although your eyes were glued to your hands, which were turning crimson with his blood.

“Voight’s gonna have our heads.” He forced a laugh.

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll deal with Voight.” You told him. “He likes me more than you.” You teased.

This time he didn’t have to force the laugh, but it was cut short because of the pain he felt. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” You asked, looking at him.

“Be all cute like that.” Adam told you, shaking his head. “It makes it hard not to flirt with you.”

You shook your head, a small smile finding its way onto your face. “You’re really something, you know that? You just got shot and all you do is joke around.”

“I’m not joking.” Adam told you.

“That makes it worse.” You informed him with a laugh, shaking your head.

Soon enough backup was there and Adam was being loaded into the ambulance. Once he got to the hospital, he was treated. It ended up not being as bad as what it seemed, and he was released the same day with orders to take it easy.

He walked out and saw you there.

“I’m driving you home.” You informed him with a smile.

He nodded and followed you out of the hospital.

“You feel up to grabbing a drink?” You asked him, looking over at him.

Adam nodded. “Yeah, I think after today I could use a beer.”

You chuckled and nodded. “Sounds good.” You head over to your car, you drove the two of you to the bar and were greeted by the rest of the team when you walked in.

About an hour passed before Adam walked over to you and nudged your arm. “Can you drive me home now? I’m starting to get sore.” He spoke quietly, trying to keep attention away from him because he didn’t want to get ridiculed.

You nodded and stood up. “Yeah, no problem.” You smiled gently at him and walked out.

“Thank you.” Adam spoke after the two of you were in your car.

“It’s really no problem, Adam.” You told him honestly.

He fell silent for a minute. “Y/N I still really like you. I know I said I’d stop flirting with you, and I have.” He paused for a moment, expecting you to stop him, and he was surprised when you didn’t, so he continued, turning to you. “If you give me a chance, I can guarantee you won’t regret it.”

You were quiet as you drove a little bit, staring ahead at the road in front of you, but you could feel his eyes on you and see him out of your peripheral vision. You remained quiet until you got to his apartment building and put your car in park.

He let out a slow sigh and nodded. “I’m sorry-” He started as he reached for the door handle. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Adam, you’re in no shape to be working tomorrow.” You told him, looking over at him. “How much have you had to drink? Do you remember that you were shot?”

“I can still do paperwork.” Adam countered you.

“Yeah, but why would you want to?” You asked, confused.

“Well if I go to work, I’ll at least get to see you, even if you stop talking to me.” He told you before sighing. “I’m sorry, I did have some to drink and I can’t stop thinking about how good you and I could be together.” He added. “I can’t just give up, not when I feel like this about you. I tried and I can’t.”

You sat there, facing him. You didn’t know what to say.

“Say something.” Adam said quietly, brown eyes meeting your Y/EC eyes. “Please.”

You reached over and took his hand in yours. “Adam.” You spoke softly, and you could see the sadness wash over him, causing you to pause.

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Sorry, I just needed to get it off my chest.” He said quietly, not looking at you anymore. He reached for the door handle again, only stopping when your grip tightened on his hand.

“What makes you think this is going to be any different?” You asked quietly, looking at your hands together.

He was quiet for a moment, adjusting in the seat to look at you again. “Because I’ve never felt like this before.” He told you softly. “Everyday I fall in love with you more and more.” He sighed softly and squeezed your hand gently. “I love you, and I’ll walk away if that’s what you really want, but not before I at least try to show that I mean it.”

Your eyes snapped up to meet his eyes when he said that. “What?”

He ran his free hand over his face. “Yeah, I just said that.” He spoke, but not directed towards you, as he looked forward and leaned back in the seat.

You knew he’d had some to drink, which caused you to question what he was saying. You patted his hand gently with your other hand. “Adam, let’s talk about this when you’re sober.” You said softly.

He looked over at you for what felt like a long time, it felt like he was looking into your soul honestly. “I meant it.” He told you honestly. “I love you, but if you tell me that you really don’t want me, then I’ll stop, but I need to hear you say it. I need you to tell me that there’s no chance for us.”

“Adam, you’re drunk.” You whispered.

Adam shook his head. “I’m not that drunk that I don’t know what I’m saying.”

You looked at him for a moment. “I’m scared.” You said quietly. “You have a reputation-” You stopped and shook your head some.

“I know I do.” Adam told you quietly. “But I swear this is different and I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

“You’d actually wait?” You asked quietly.

“For however long it takes.” Adam answered you honestly. “I’d do anything to prove to you that this is different, Y/N.”

You watched him for a moment before leaning over and kissing him, he was taken off guard but was quick to kiss you back.

He was the one to pull back and lean his forehead against yours, but he didn’t say anything, his eyes remained closed.

You remained quiet for a moment before sitting back in your seat, putting distance between the two of you. “I want to take this slow.” You said quietly, getting his attention.

He watched you for a moment before smiling and nodding. “I have no problem with that.” He replied softly, still watching you. “We can take it as slow as you want, I’m willing to put in the effort.”

You smiled softly and leaned over to kiss him again. “You should get inside and get some sleep if you really intend on going in to work tomorrow.” You whispered softly.

He hummed. “I will in a minute.” He told you softly before kissing you once. “I’m not ready to say goodnight yet.”

You laughed softly. “Go. You need rest, Adam.” You told him softly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He grinned at you as he got out and walked into his building, stopping at the door to wave at you.

You waved back and waited until he was inside to drive home.

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simplyshelbs16xoxo · 3 years

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‘wreck my plans’ chapter 6: your heart was glass...

FFN | Ao3 | Buy Me a Coffee?

They took the night train into Sheffield. Tom sat across from her, a science fiction novel open in his hands. It was only a two hour ride, but Molly wished she had brought something to distract her from everything. Instead she sat there, her heart hurting, wishing she had the courage to bring up what she needed to speak to him about. There had been a lack of that lately, courage. The first weekend of the new year, she had a symposium to attend where she’d be giving a talk about her most recent published article.

Curious, she decided to at least say something. “Did you ever read my paper? The one that was published a few weeks back?”

Without looking up from his book, Tom furrowed his brows. “What paper?”

“It was the one about the unusual cases of tandem bullets and how to spot the findings of such an injury,” Molly reminded him.

“Uh, no, sorry, Molls, can’t say I have,” he replied, still not looking at her. “You know it’s not my cup of tea.”

Not his cup of tea, indeed. She rolled her eyes. Of course he hadn’t. But Sherlock had. And without prompting. A small smile bloomed on her face at the memory. He had told her it was brilliant. “My clever Molly,” he called her.

Molly turned her head toward the window, watching as more stars dotted the sky the further from London they got. She blinked her eyes slowly, fighting the exhaustion she felt. It wasn’t long before everything went black, dreams of Sherlock in her head. This time, she didn’t fight them. They were lovely dreams of Sherlock kissing her, holding her, touching her, making her his. It was more than she could bear. Then they were dancing, the song playing in the background tugging at her heart.

Goodbye, my almost lover

Goodbye, my hopeless dream

Tears stained her face as she slept. She’d cry an ocean for him, the water’s colour matching his eyes. He was calling out to her, her name like a prayer on his lips. What followed were the words she had longed to hear him say: I love you. And damn it, she could no longer deny that she loved him too.

Arrived in Sheffield safe and sound. It probably won’t be long until I’m dead to the world. Happy Christmas to you too, Sherlock. And thanks for thinking of me.

-Mx

Sherlock read over her words several times before finally setting his phone down to look over the sheet music in front of him, adding the final notes to his composition for her. Reaching for his violin, he put the bow to the strings, allowing the first sorrowful notes to overcome him. The music coursed through his veins as it poured out from his heart. The tone shifted into something tender, romantic. He thought of her eyes, her laugh, her smile; the way she lingered long enough to drive him crazy when she kissed his cheek.

Downstairs, Mrs. Hudson listened to the music—she loved it when he played—with tears in her eyes. “You poor dear…” she blubbered, using a tissue to blow her nose. She so wished he would just tell Molly how he felt. There was no doubt in her mind that the girl loved him back. They were both so damn stubborn.

As Sherlock brought the music to a close, he let out a ragged breath. Setting the violin back in its case, he thought of how much he wished he could have her here for Christmas. He wasn’t overly fond of the holiday, but it sparked joy in her. They could spend it together—just the two of them by the fire, he in his chair and her, legs curled up on his lap. It was a nice little dream. Sherlock so desperately wanted her to know he loved her. He wasn’t giving up without a fight this time.

Molly looked around at all the once-familiar faces. The house was crowded with Tom’s family—people she met only a small handful of times—but she never felt so alone in her life. When she thought of family, images of John and Mary showed up, Greg, Mycroft, Mrs. Hudson, and, of course, Sherlock. They were the ones she should be spending Christmas with. It wasn’t that Tom’s family was awful—quite the opposite. It had been so long since she had a parent-like figure in her life.

“Have you two set a date yet?” his mother asked. She threw a stealthy wink at her son.

Tom shook his head, amused by the question. “We discussed April in the beginning, didn’t we, Molls?”

“Hmm?” she said sleepily. “Oh, uh, yeah.” They only discussed it, never officially choosing anything yet. Or, at least, she never did. “Sorry, just a bit tired from the ride over. Thomas, do you know if my phone is done charging yet?”

He headed over to the small charging table across the room and retrieved it for her. “All charged up,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“Thanks,” she replied, a sad smile on her face. Tom did love her, she had no doubt about that, but it wasn’t the way she had always imagined. Then again, life wasn’t a fairytale. But it could be, Mary’s voice rang clear in her head. Molly unlocked her phone finding another text from Sherlock.

Glad you made it safely. Have a good night, Molly. Sleep well and have pleasant dreams.

-SHx

She had no idea how long she sat there staring at the little ‘x’ he added beside his initials just for her. Needing to be alone with her thoughts, Molly headed upstairs. A few people—his mum, aunt, and grandmother—bid her goodnight. She acknowledged them briefly, happy when she was able to turn the corner at the top of the steps. It was another hour or so before Tom joined her. He slipped in beneath the duvet, oblivious to the fact she had been crying. Not that she knew what for. She wanted to start a fight with him if only just to feel something other than the pain that had been eating her up for weeks.

“I don’t think I’m who you think I am,” she muttered to him.

Tom turned toward her. “Where’s this coming from?”

Molly sighed. “From a long overdue conversation, and please don’t just shut me down like you always do. It’s getting old. I think when you met me, I was a shell of the person I am. You fell in love with the wrong girl.”

“Come, now, Molls, I know who you are,” Tom tried to assure her. “This is just wed—well, engagement jitters. Is that why we haven’t done much of anything to plan? I know it can be overwhelming.”

She shook her head. He really didn’t know her at all. “What’s my favourite colour?”

“I—what’s that got to do with anything?” he asked. “It’s green.”

Molly smiled sadly. “No, it’s not. It’s yellow.”

“It’s just a colour, Molls,” he told her, yawning.

“It’s your favourite colour,” she told him.

“What is?”

“Green,” she replied. “That’s the colour you like.”

“Actually…it’s not,” he admitted.

Molly scrunched her face in confusion. “Then why do you wear green so much?”

Tom ran a hand through his hair. “You said you really liked green on me when we were first dating.”

She tried so hard, but couldn’t control the laughter that came out. Tom joined in, knowing how ridiculous they’d been. Sharing a laugh helped lessen the tension, but he couldn’t deny she had a point. Like most things though, he let it roll off his shoulders, chalking it up to nerves or pressure. Maybe if he could make things easier on her. Wedding planning was a bit contrived. Perhaps she’d prefer spontaneity? The cogs were turning in his head, though it wasn’t long before they both drifted to sleep, facing away from one another.

A Little Over a Year Ago

“Molly! You made it!” Meena shrieked in excitement. The pub was crowded, music from the house band thumping through the speakers around her. She dragged Molly over to the bar. “I’d like you to meet Tom! He’s a friend of my brother’s!”

“Hi,” Tom greeted her somewhat awkwardly. He held out his hand to her and Molly shook it.

“Hello,” she replied, forcing a smile, unable to ignore how he dressed similarly to a certain consulting detective. Some days were still difficult since Sherlock had gone. It had been nearly a year since he left. Molly knew he was alive, but she grieved him just the same. She felt his absence in everything she did, searching for him in the lab or expecting him to come sweeping in the morgue like he did before. Mike had caught her once in the lab, heaving sobs wracking her body.

“It’ll be alright, Molly,” he had told her, silently asking permission to hug her. She nodded and let him comfort her. He knew how much Sherlock meant to her. “We all miss him.”

Needless to say, it wasn’t difficult for her to convince everyone of her own grief. She prayed for his safety every single night. And, Meena, bless her soul, was trying to help Molly move on.

“Would you mind if I bought you a drink?” Tom asked.

Determined to enjoy herself, Molly replied, “Not at all. Thank you.”

Meena’s brother joined them moments later, and the four of them traded stories from Uni, laughing at all the shit they got into. It was the first time Sherlock hadn’t lingered in her mind since his departure, and Molly felt lighter than she had in months. Tom was lovely, treated her kindly. They bonded over their love of BBC’s Miranda and Doctor Who. She learned that he liked to go to the pub on weekends to watch football with his mates.

Molly was hesitant to share anything about her. She certainly didn’t want to tell him she was still grieving the loss of her closest friend, though it would eventually come out later thanks to Meena. She listened to him talk about his family, growing up in Sheffield. When he asked about hers, all she could muster was, “There’s no one left. Just me.” The emptiness left inside her made itself known once more at the reminder that she really had next to no one left in her life. She had Meena, and of course that should be enough, but somehow it wasn’t.

“Hey…you okay?” Tom asked, breaking her free from the depressing thoughts in her head.

“Hmm? Sorry.” She laughed nervously. “I tend to get lost in my head sometimes—it’s been happening a lot more often lately.”

“Nice to see you joining the land of the living,” Meena joked.

Molly rolled her eyes playfully. The rest of the night eased her troubled mind. They had gone and played darts, girls against guys. Only by two points, the girls had lost, but it was because of Tom’s insanely accurate throws. She felt flirty with the alcohol in her system, and decided to present a proposition to Tom. “Take one more shot, and if you hit the bullseye—“

“And what?” he asked, teasing her, his eyes practically undressing her. “Do I get a snog out of this?”

Meena’s brother whistled loudly.

Feeling bold, she nodded. “You better not miss.” Surprising her, Tom took a moment to line up the shot and hit it right in the center. Meena and her brother cheered and started shouting in excitement when Molly pulled Tom in for a searing kiss. From that alone, she could feel the void that had been left in her life from Sherlock’s absence start to close up bit by bit. And it left her wanting more.

Nine Months Ago

It had been a bit of whirlwind. Molly had dated Tom for a month before they made it official. Now, two months in an actual relationship, she felt content. His gentle demeanor was exactly what she needed in her life at the moment, and she was thankful for it. They were to have dinner tonight over at his place. She was excited mostly to see his dog, Milo, who always looked put out every time he took a whiff of her, smelling her cat’s scent on her clothes.

“Molly,” he smiled brightly when he opened his door to his flat. “Come on in. Milo’s missed you.” He shut the door behind her after she stepped inside, and kissed her lips firmly. “I’ve missed you too.”

She laughed, feeling her face flush. “You know I’m only with you for your dog, right?” she joked, bending down to scratch beneath Milo’s chin. He sniffed her, letting out a disapproving growl. “You’ll have to just get used to it, Milo.”

“I knew you were too good to be true,” Tom joked back from the kitchen. “Milo gets all the love.”

They eventually sat down to eat the delicious dinner Tom had cooked up for them. There wasn’t a lot he was good at making, but Molly didn’t care much, for she wasn’t one for cooking, herself. “There was this tumor I found during my autopsy today; it was so small, but intricately woven throughout the tissue. So sad for the poor man, of course, but it was fascinating!”

Tom blanched, fighting the urge to vomit. “Is that so?”

“Oh! Sorry, I forget I can’t just talk about that stuff with anyone.” Molly wanted to slink beneath the table, embarrassed of her enthusiasm.

He smiled weakly. “No worries, just maybe no autopsy talk tonight?”

“Right, of course, sorry.” It was the fifth or sixth time she felt she had to apologise for her more…odd interests.

They finished up dinner and settled on the sofa for a movie that, about halfway in, was ignored in favor of a little snogging. Molly tried to get herself to relax, matching his enthusiasm in an effort to clear her head.

“I think I love you,” Tom had spoken against her lips.

Molly paused, unsure at first, and then spoke slowly, “I think I do too.”

#sherlolly #wreck my plans #my fanfiction

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mollymauk-teafleak · 4 years

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be as you’ve always been

Alternate Title: everyone’s nb bitch, let’s get you some gender affirming underwear

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This is based on a request by the lovely @minky-for-short and some truly beautiful art of Caduceus which you can see and bask in here. Huge thanks to @tendermosses for letting me base a ficlet on their work and for always doing such amazing art for fjord and caduceus!

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Caduceus had known, since moving out of the grove and into the city, that his life went at a very different pace to most people’s. He didn’t know if it was because he was a firbolg, because he talked more to trees with lifespans of centuries than to people or because of brain chemistry reasons. But why's had never particularly concerned Caduceus, he tried to take people as they were, as long as they did the same for him.

And these people made decisions almost without thinking, they moved from one task to the next without pause, one word could send them careening onto a completely new train of thought while Caduceus was stuck on one three stations back.

And some did it so quickly, so without any kind of traceable logic, that all Caduceus could do was cling on as tight as he could and follow along in complete ignorance to see where he ended up.

But then he spoke to some of his friends and realised, to his mild relief, that no. That was just what Mollymauk and Jester were like.

He also realised that sometimes it led to very good things.

Molly and Jester were two of his closest friends and two of his most regular customers, given that the theatre where Mollymauk worked was just down the block and that Jester had an addiction to sweet things. They were usually there, talking together or with their partners, and Caduceus had grown to love the sound of their voices mixing pleasantly with the noise of the cafe.

That evening, a half hour shy of closing, they had both been sitting on the tall chairs against the counter, Jester’s short legs swinging happily halfway up, Molly’s lanky ones folded underneath him but they would have touched the floor if he’d let them. The discussion had turned to sewing, how best to work with the sequined and beaded fabric Molly needed to wrestle for the theatre’s next show without breaking his sewing machine.

Caduceus had been scoring tomorrow’s loaves with the elaborate leaf and vine patterns he liked to do, bringing his work out onto the counter because there were no other customers in and so he could listen to his friend’s chatter. Jester had been recounting a memorable night with some sequinned lingerie she’d bought the other week, how so many had come loose and turned up in places they weren’t meant to be that she’d had to buy new sheets, Molly cackling and snorting at all the appropriate places. Or, rather, inappropriate places.

Caduceus had murmured, not particularly minding whether they heard him or not, that lingerie mystified him a little but he’d always wanted to give it a try.

The immediate silence told him his friends had definitely heard. And the look they gave each other, barely concealed glee and eagerness, told him they intended to do something about it.

Which brought Cad to where he was now, legs folded almost up to his chest, in the cramped passenger seat of Mollymauk’s car. Caduceus didn’t know a lot about cars but it didn’t take much to see that Molly’s had gone beyond being on its last legs and was now running on pure willpower and prayers to the Moonweaver. It felt like the bass of the music pouring out of the speakers was going to be enough to shake it apart and Jester piped up from the back seat that the door handle had come off.

“There’s duct tape under the seat, babe,” Molly called back, unconcerned, learning forward to turn down the volume when he saw how Cad was wincing but being too awkward to say anything.

“You really don’t need to do this,” Cad insisted gently, “You’ve both been working all day, it’s getting late...”

“So have you,” Jester pointed out, voice a little indistinct through the strip of tape she was holding in her teeth, “And we don’t mind, it’ll be fun! We can help you pick out something nice! Anyhow, Beau and Yasha are at the gym until eight, Fjord too.”

“And Caleb has the kids,” Molly hummed, spinning the wheel lazily, far further than he should really have to just to take an easy corner, “This is a bonding exercise, Deucey. You need back up on something like this. You need your GNC club.”

“GNC?” Caduceus tilted his head.

“Gender non conforming,” Molly supplied, “You know, people who get it. Gender’s dead but friendship is not.”

“Your NB buddies!” Jester grinned, her head pushing in between the two of them, duct tape stuck to her horns, catching her homemade earrings with the plastic gummy bears, “Wait...your NBuddies!”

Caduceus considered that, his ears flapping a little as he took the tape off for Jester. He liked the idea of being part of a club. Even more, he liked the idea of being understood. He’d been worried about that when he’d first moved, breaking away from the grove where things were fluid and constantly changing as nature itself and entering a place where there might be rules and expectations in place that made sense to everyone but him. Where he would have to explain himself and define himself with terms that weren’t his own.

But here he was, feeling safe in a very unsafe vehicle, with friends to gladly cheer him on as he threw open the windows of the self he’d made a home in and tried new things.

Caduceus folded the piece of tape over and over in his long fingers and smiled.

“So what is it that mystifies you, exactly?” Mollymauk twitched some scandalous lace as they moved deeper into the boutique. Apparently this is where he and Jester had been coming for ages, enough that the drow behind the counter had known their names and greeted them with high fives.

“I guess...the concept?” Caduceus held his tail so it wouldn’t knock anything over, some of the displays were elaborate and delicate looking and full of things that would probably vibrate loudly if they hit the floor and that would be embarrassing, “I thought the idea of sex was to wear nothing rather than something. Where in the whole...process does this stuff come in?”

Molly nodded, managing to listen intently while dragging Jester by the tail so she wouldn’t dive headfirst into the costumes part of the shop, “Anywhere really. They make stuff you can still fuck in, if efficiency is what you’re worried about. But I think the function of this kind of outfit is to make you feel pretty, y’know? Get you in the right headspace, get you feeling yourself, yeah? It doesn’t always need to be about sex.”

“Sometimes I just wear pretty lingerie under my clothes cos it puts me in a good mood!” Jester bounced on the balls of her feet, ducking behind racks to sneak sips of the milkshake she’d smuggled past the cashier, “Helps me feel more like me.”

“Oh,” Cad said softly, tilting his head to consider the silk and satin and lace around them in a different way, “That sounds nice, actually.”

“Which is why it’s important to choose things you really like,” Molly nodded encouragingly, taking a sip of Jester’s shake and dodging the punch she aimed at his shoulder, “It’s a treat for yourself, this kind of stuff. And, when it inevitably shortens Fjord’s shorts by a good few inches because you’re going to look utterly stunning, that’s a bonus.”

Caduceus turned pink under his fur, a smile playing on his lips, “You think he’d like me wearing this kind of thing?”

“If you love yourself in it, Caddy, he will,” Jester beamed confidently.

“So...what’s catching your eye?” Molly prompted, seeing the excitement in his bright purple eyes, “They’ve got a good size range here, gaps for tails. Anything you like, they’ll have it to fit you.”

Caduceus looked around, ears lifting and whiskers twitching with interest. Anything he liked. No need to wonder if they would have things made to fit his tall, awkward body, no need to feel the pinching anxiety he’d grown too familiar with in clothing shops. A place where he could fit. And the only purpose was to make him feel beautiful.

“I like...green. And I like flowers.”

Molly and Jester shared that look again, the look of remembering when they’d had that moment of realisation too, when they’d discovered the world had space for them as they were. A look of delight at seeing it happen for their friend too and knowing they’d had a hand in it.

“Let’s get to work then,” Molly grinned.

Caduceus still had a little more time before Fjord came back from the gym. They’d checked and double checked the sizes on everything but Mollymauk still advised trying them on to make sure he was happy with them. And honestly, Cad’s excitement meant he didn’t want to wait.

So he stood in front of the full length mirror, after clearing away the clothes that were draped over it, with his hair gathered up in a thick bun at the nape of his neck, wearing little beyond the dull gold light of the sunset coming in through the windows. He’d bought three sets at the store and a few bits of jewellery to go through his piercings, actually a rather modest haul compared to what Molly and Jester bought for themselves but he was just starting out, after all.

There was one in green silk with garters and lace panels. There was a bodysuit made of mostly straps in a mossy blue colour that reminded him of water and looked pretty against his fur. But he quickly decided his favourite. The main material was sheer, meant to look like it wasn’t there at all, so the effect was that he’d laid a number of beautiful, intricately embroidered flowers across his body, teasingly concealing the barest amount.

That one he couldn’t quite bear to take off, even after he saw it fit him perfectly. Caduceus kept turning this way and that, grinning widely, seeing how it looked from different angles, touching the fabric, feeling how the stitches rose and fell under his fingertips. He looked like a dryad, wearing only sunlight and flowers, glowing from the inside out with an ethereal, untouchable kind of beauty.

And he liked it. He liked it a lot.

Caduceus had always felt mostly at home with how he expressed himself. He’d had eighty years to decide who he was and to know it was okay, that the Wildmother would always accept him and some individuals would not and that was outside of his control. Dysphoria was a word he’d learned the meaning of only after he’d moved to the city.

But this was the first time he’d been able to understand why Fjord looked at him the way he did, why he wanted him. Those dark nights when he’d lain awake with his head on his boyfriend’s chest and listened to the heart that was promised to him and wondered why, of all the people in the world, Fjord’s body stirred for him, those nights felt far away right now. Because he could see it for himself now. There was a connection in his mind, clear as day, that had been dark before.

He was beautiful. He was desirable. And this was good to know.

Caduceus mustn’t have heard the front door open, more in his head and in the mirror than in their bedroom. He mustn’t have heard Fjord throwing his bag down in the hall, his heavy footfalls across the old, creaking wood.

All Cad heard was the bedroom door starting to swing and his boyfriend’s call of, “I’m home, love, just going to showe-oh.”

Cad turned quickly, the magic broken, suddenly only able to think about the fact that he was wearing ridiculous lingerie with absolutely no warning, no rose petals or candles or glasses of champagne to try and pretend this was a deliberate surprise, “Fjord! Sorry, I...I was just…”

He faltered for words but couldn’t find any. Though it seemed Fjord was having the same difficulty. He was in his gym clothes, shirt still sticking to his chest and hair pushed back from his damp forehead with a simple band. And his jaw was on the floor. And his eyes...

“Um...Molly and Jester took me shopping today?” Cad explained, feeling heat rise to the surface of his skin for a different reason, “I thought I’d try something new.”

Fjord swallowed hard, his eyes wide and darting, unable to decide which part of Caduceus they wanted to stare at most, “Yeah? You...you look...I mean, god, Cad…”

Cad’s smile was back, flickering into life, “I look pretty, don’t I?”

Fjord gave a soft laugh, his eyes practically flooding over, “Pretty? Cad, there aren’t even words, love.”

Caduceus’ ears flapped and his tail curled in the air. He liked that. He liked the idea of things that could be said without words.

“Can I?” Fjord stepped forward, muscles coiled and ready, body telegraphing his need as clearly as a hunting animal.

“Oh please,” Cad breathed, “Fjord, please.”

It was well and truly night by the time they were done and Caduceus was pleased to learn he could feel just as beautiful once the lingerie had been eagerly pulled away. It was like a light had been switched on somewhere inside him and on it would stay.

He slept contentedly, easily, head resting on Fjord’s chest. His braid was undone, hair settling over his shoulders in waves made wild by his boyfriend’s fingers passing through it again and again. His lips were swollen pleasantly and flushed, his body would be full of well earned aches in the morning.

He was the most beautiful thing Fjord had ever seen.

He was ready for sleep himself, more than ready, but before he settled down to let himself drift away in his boyfriend’s arms, the only way he could ever really sleep completely peacefully, he had something to do. He pulled his phone out, fortunately within reach because his shorts had ended up hanging off the bedside lamp. Just a quick text, sent to two of his friends- Little Blue and Peacock according to his contact list.

thank you. seriously guys THANK. YOU.

And if Molly and Jester hadn’t been busy with their own partners, their own purchases, their own bliss, they would have seen it and grinned that grin again.

But there would be time in the morning.

#fjorclay #caduceus clay #fjord #critical role #everyone is trans #everyone is gay #modern au #fluff #smut #please let me know what you think!#teahaw

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bi-lullaby · 5 years

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Meredith vs People

Alternative titles: “My other post in a similar format got slightly popular and I crave attention” and “I’m still hung up on the one time Owen called Mer “the only universally liked individual in the hospital” because she is my fave”

Meredith x Cristina

Once called “the true lovestory of the show” I think it’s one of the kost refreshing relationships between characters I’ve ever seen in my, admittedly not that long, experience with fandom. The love and support each other wildly and publicly, straight up say to others how their person is important and a thing to prioritize. It’s so... Amazing to watch their deep, soulmate-like bond develop. I also love them from a narrative standpoint: How they started out as ambitious, driven people with complicated relationships with intimacy who saw surgery as the end all be all goal, and how they’re allowed to grow apart from that slightly, acquire other goals and relationships and projects (Meredith) or continue on that path, prioritizing their career and success solely/mostly (Cristina) and how both are treated as valid, rewarding choices (Mer with her happiness at family life and her Harper Avery, and Cristina with her bomb-ass hospital and the resolution of her personal relationships). They’re two characters that took on distinct journeys, but whose paths to personal fulfillment are deeply intertwined to each other.

Meredith x Alex

Okay, this is my favorite friendship ever. If Izzie showed Alex that his “evil spawn” ways weren’t exactly preferable nor they made him better than anyone or immune to pain, Meredith stuck out her hand for him and said “you’re dark and twisty? Cool. Doesn’t mean you can’t find, and fight for, happiness. Lets be dark and twisty together while we figure this out.” They relate to each other in a fascinating way, both children of neglect (to varying degrees) who worked their way to the top with a lot of bumps in the way. Also, seeing as I’m Mer’s number one stan, I also love their relationship because Alex is so amazing to her. Even Cristina had her moments of “mommy tracking” her, or even putting her aside in favor of a relationship, while Alex sticks by her side like glue and puts her above almost everything (which, I’m not saying a friendship is less valid if it’s not the most important thing in the world to you, of course not. I’m saying that everyone has a favorite person in the world, and the fact Mer is someone’s, makes that someone (Alex) even better in my eyes). Meredith sticks by the people she cares about’s sides through whatever they’re going through, in whatever way she can, and I find that that is surprisingly not-reciprocal in some instances, so it’s good she has her own ride-or-die. It’s also comic to me that two of the most sexually active, sex-driven characters in the show have never had an indication of sexual tension between them. (Almost like men and women can be friends, shocking!). The show’s not complete without Merlex, that’s for sure!

Meredith x Lexie

BRB, will be crying about the softest sisters ever, who deserved a much more fleshed-out relationship! To this day, all my (unpublished) Grey’s fanfiction involve “Lexie is actually alive” because it was such a traumatic loss to Meredith (that was under explored, imo, even if the little mentions of it through the show are heartwarming AND breaking). I loved that they made Mer push her way at first, because it showed her deep resentment of her own life, of not getting the doting father and the protective mother and the “growing up with siblings” and then having someone who had all that come and throw at her face the word “sisters” like they shared anything but DNA at that point... I think my two favorite examples of “family is about choice, not blood” examples of this show are their relationship and how it got deep through knowing each other (Meredith donates a piece of her liver to their father because of Lexie, but doesn’t remember Molly’s name in the same ep because Molly has not actively been her sister) and another one I’ll talk about later. And the contrast between Lexie’s own sadness from suddenly being left with basically no family (alcoholic father, dead mother,stranded older dister and far-away younger sister, all things I feel like people don’t consider enough to understand Lexie has also suffered) and her fight to get that family back was just so amazing. In a way, Lexie was Meredith’s Izzie, not only by being cuddly and fuzzy and nurturing but by having a “I deserve better than you being an asshole so I’ll make you less of an asshole or so help me god” attitude. Mer got softer for lexie and I think that’s beautiful.

Meredith x Amelia

Yeah, that’s my other “favorite family is not by blood, it’s by choice” ark. That clear-contrast scene of Amelia coming from her “sisters” meetup, emotionally drained after having to endure their toxic, demeaning, vicious attacks, and into her sisters, who are earning to hear what she has to say, who empathize with her and support her... I ate that shit UP, let me tell you. Because Mer was such a huge bitch to Amy at first, but came to love her after allowing herself to truly get to know her (which is the opposite story with Nancy and Lizzie and Kate, who all refuse to get to know her past the version that they despise). I also love that Derek was kind of a barrier between them, because he had his own views of Amy that influenced Mer and when he was gone, she had to face a... quite different reality. I see a lot of people shitting on Mer for the “You’re not my sister, Cristina is my sister. You’re Derek’s sister and Derek is dead” line, and I can see why, it was rude, but... That’s Meredith’s whole instance on family? Yeah, Amy was sweet and I’d bet she was mer’s favorite “Shepherdress” out of the four woman (she had stood up to her before, against Derek, nonetheless), and it breaks my heart that Amy saw her as “the only sister she could relate to” (seriously I was sobbing) but... Sister? That’s a personal, intimate title she reserved very, very few people in her life, and Amy has earned that right with a lot more patience and care than most people put into relationships. Of course she was more loyal to Cristina than to Amy at that point (who herself was more loyal to Addison than to her own siblings, hence she didn’t tell Derek about the affair, for example). But then? She literally tells Megan she can’t possibly choose which one of Owen’s wives she likes more, and need I remind you the other one is Cristina herself? (who she called “her soulmate” over Derek?. They’re two example of women who’ve gone through tremendous trauma and pain and came out changed from it, and the fact they have each other for support now makes me very, very happy. I do wish they had more scenes together, but the ones they do share are enough for me to say their relationship is a gift for this show.

Meredith x Maggie

So pure! I like that they meet up when they’re both older and more experienced and have kind of “set” personalities, that clash sometimes, but also can add up into beautiful things when combined. It was... slightly frustrating to see Mer push away yet another person at first, but watching them get closer was also sweet. I hate the comparisons between their relationship and Merlexie’s (and the comparisons between Maggie and Lexie/Cristina/April like she’s just a stand-in for them). They were different moments of all their lives. Mer and Lexie? Inexperienced 20-something women going though shit trying to find their place in the world, when Mer was still in her dark and twisties and needed to be cajoled into giving Lexie even an inch. Mer and Maggie? Well-established women in their late thirties whose relationship wasn’t built on a need for each other, but in working together for the sisterhood they wanted. I love that it was Maggie that had to get to know Meredith and be persuaded into liking her, actually. And look where they are now! They have such a comfortable, intimate relationship that’s based on love and mutual respect! I love Maggie’s small fangirl moment when Mer pulls that amazing straw-in-the-skull stunt in the airplane and Maggie’s filming the interview (although I hated what came afterwards. C’mon Maggie, fighting over a boy? Really?). It’s also good to see how Meredith helps Maggie navigate her first real trauma (loosing her mother) and how her pain has build her up and actually helps others! It’s an excellent stance of character development that remains true to the character. Their little interaction when Mer’s creating her little dream-induced invention and Maggie looks at the board once and understands it, helping her figure it all out, is so cute and nice! They’re sweet and good for each other, and I’ll protect this relationship forever!

Meredith and Jo

“You’re Jo Wilson, I know exactly who you are!” makes me weak. Because it’s such a powerful, important phrase, but also such... A Mer thing to say. At the end of the day, Mer loves people and takes them under her wing and empathizes with them. She becomes Jo’s support system and doesn’t let go. I love how she’s the one to stand by her side and protect her from Paul, and I love how she’s the one in the more recent episode to manage to get Jo to open up, to get up and get help. They’re almost mirrors, Jo with Mer’s headstrongness and emotional baggage, barging in and taking the world by storm, with Mer being Jo’s Bailey in a way, with a lot of crankiness and a slight superiority complex but lots of wisdom and care, looking at her go with a smirk like “that girl will go far but she’ll need a couple wrist slaps on the way”. Mer was extremely important in Alex’s life, she became extremely important in Jo’s life, and that’s beautiful and sweet. Also, their “shared custody” of Alex is hilarious.

Meredith x Callie

How could we have guessed that two people that initially were at each others throats constantly would be so close one day? They are absurdly different, and yet so close! The way they support each other’s journeys as mothers, wives and surgeons is a great thing to see. And they have such iconic moments, like the panties in the bulletin board, the trial, and the little kiss!

Meredith x Mark

I’m not gonna lie, I shipped those two very briefly but very intensely when they first met! Then they evolved into a rather sweet friendship. I love to think Mer tells Sofia all sorts of stories she heard through Derek in those first years. When she told Callie that Mark used to call her (not Derek, not Addison, not Derek’s mom, not Bailey, her!) whenever he needed advice or had a crisis in the middle of the night, I teared up a little, because that’s such a huge step from who they began as! From loner and relationship-phobic insecure to parents with loving relationships who could count on each other! My favorite dirty mistresses ever!

And there’s so much more! Meredith and Bailey and how they both grew so much, Meredith and Arizona and how their relationship is underrate, Meredith and Jackson’s sibling-esque relationship, Meredith and April... “I used to think you could only have one person, but now I know. Turns out I have a whole damn village!”.

#meredith grey #mertina #cristina yang #merlex #alex karev #lexie grey #merlexie #callie torres #merllie #meramy #amelia shepherd #merggie #maggie pierce #merk #mark sloan #greys anatomy #grey’s anatomy #mine

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eleonorebirk · 4 years

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Little Blessing

Harry stepped out of the door of the little cottage he’d bought, planning to enjoy the early morning sun before he had to go get ready for Auror training. He stopped short, staring at the step. There was a baby. A baby in a basket. He hesitated a moment, then pulled his wand, checking baby and basket for any traps or other spells.

Nothing. Just a baby in a basket. Left on his doorstep.

That was not suspicious in the least. He looked the basket over for any hint who might have left it there. The only thing he found was a piece of parchment.

‘Please keep her safe.’ Nothing else. The writing was smudged and untidy, as if whoever wrote it had been in a hurry.

“Harry?” Ginny had noticed him still standing in the open door. She’d been spending the night again, to start figuring out how she would make the cottage their home, as she liked to say. “What’s the matter?” She came closer. “Oh.”

“What am I supposed to do with her?”

Ginny shrugged. “Take it to the Ministry. They can deal with it.”

He nodded. “You’re right.” Hopefully they would be able to find the little girl’s family and figure out why she had been left on his doorstep.

“Harry! Oh, who’s this little darling?” Hermione greeted him when he arrived at the Ministry. It seemed she had also just arrived. It was not unusually for them to encounter one another in the atrium in the morning. His training as auror and Hermione’s in the different departments started around the same time in the morning.

“I have no idea. I found her on my doorstep this morning.” He showed her the short note. “I’m taking her down to the Auror Department, see if they can figure out where she’s come from and who left her there.”

Hermione frowned. “On your doorstep?”

He recognized the tone of her voice. “I figured they’re trying to manipulate me, yes.” Thanks to Rita Skeeter, everyone knew now how he had been left on a doorstep after his parents died and they could imagine that he would not abandon a child left on his doorstep. He looked down at the little baby. “I figured I’d take her down with me and let the other Aurors figure out who she is and who left her with me.”

“I’ll come with you.”

Harry ignored everyone’s eyes on him. He was unfortunately familiar with the sensation. He kept walking until he reached the middle of the Auror Department, then he carefully placed the basket down on one of the desks.

“Potter?” Gawain Robards, the Head Auror, came out of his office when he noticed the commotion as everyone tried to catch a glimpse of the child. “What’s going on?”

“She was left on my doorstep. And I have no idea where she’s come from.”

“There is no chance she might be yours?” Robards asked.

Harry flushed. “No, impossible. I haven’t... I’ve been careful.” In fact he had not had sex with anyone in a while. Ginny had offered repeatedly but the few times he had taken her up on it, he’d used a condom and a contraceptive spell to make sure.

“Is there a way to find out who her parents are?” Hermione asked. “A DNA test or an ancestry test, perhaps?”

“What is a DNA test?” Robards asked but then changed his mind. “Never mind. Jones, take it to Gringotts and have them make an ancestry test.”

Harry stepped back, letting Kerry Jones take the child. His fingers twitched, wanting to reach for the basket again. It was silly, he knew Jones would not hurt a child or allow it to be harmed but, after everything he’d gone through at Hogwarts, he had a hard time trusting people.

“Any news?” Hermione asked as they met up for lunch. Neville and Ron were there as well. Ron was training with him to become an Auror while Neville was in an apprenticeship with Pomona Sprout. That meant he was normally at Hogwarts but he tried to join them regularly.

Harry quickly filled the other two men in on what had happened this morning, then answered Hermione. “It’s strange. The ancestry test showed nothing but she has magic.”

“A Muggleborn?” Hermione asked.

“Then how could she get to my home? There are spells on the property to keep Muggles away,” Harry pointed out.

“There is another possibility,” Neville said. “It might be that the ancestry test showed nothing because she has been magically disinherited. It would fit with the new patient at the Janus Thickey Ward.” He looked around, noting the confusion on Harry’s and Hermione’s face and the way Ron avoided looking at them. He sighed. “There is a... practice among some very old-fashioned purebloods – light and dark, mind you – to not directly disinherit a girl with too much magic to be considered a squib but too little magic to be trained at Hogwarts.”

“Like Merope Gaunt.”

Neville nodded. “The families hope that the girls will ‘breed true’, as they call it, and have magical sons with a powerful wizard.”

“‘Breed true’?” Hermione repeated. “You mean...?”

“They’re not asked if they want to have a child with them, yes. They’re pressured or potioned usually. It’s possible that she ran when she gave birth to a girl instead of a male heir and the parents then disinherited her and the baby.” Neville took a sip from his water. “When I was visiting my parents today, healers were talking about a young girl who had been disinherited.”

“I’ll tell Jones, she can interview her.”

Neville shook his head. “She won’t be able to. She was so weak magically that the disinheritance damaged her core. She’s unconscious and unlikely to wake up again.”

“That can happen?” Hermione demanded to know.

“It’s very rare today. Few families do it anymore and those that do would never admit to it, the practice is not considered acceptable.” He snorted. “Of course it’s not because of the poor girls but because of the shame of having to resort to that.”

They all grimaced.

“If we have a potential mother, they can do a DNA test,” Hermione said. To Ron and Neville, she explained: “It would prove that she is her daughter.”

“You can suggest it,” Neville said. He doubted however that the Aurors would care overly much.

“Have you found out anything?” Harry asked Jones as he prepared to go home that evening.

“No and we won’t. I talked to an Unspeakable about that DNA test. We can prove that the patient at St Mungos is the mother but not who they are. The disinheritance changes their genes so a DNA test would not work.”

“What will happen to the baby then?” Harry asked.

Jones shrugged. “We’ll drop her off at an orphanage.”

“There are magical orphanages?” Harry had not heard about that before.

“Oh no, we don’t have any of those. We’ll drop her off at a Muggle orphanage.”

“I thought she has magic.”

“So?”

Harry frowned. No, he was not abandoning her to the Muggle system.

“What were you thinking?” Ginny shrieked. She had never reminded him more of her mother than in this moment.

“I thought that a Muggle orphanage is not equipped to deal with a magical child,” Harry said. “So I volunteered to take her.” And didn’t it say a lot about the ‘care’ the magical society showed for children, that no one had asked if he was able take care of her properly?

“What about us?” Ginny asked.

“I realize that we’re young. And I should have asked you before offering to adopt her –”

“You want to adopt her?” Ginny interrupted. “That would give her the same rights as any child you and I have.”

“Well, of course.” Harry didn’t understand why she was so worked up about that.

“I’m not going to raise some other woman’s child,” Ginny said. “She’ll take up space, time and money that should be for our family.”

“Ginny, you know I inherited quite a bit from my parents and from Sirius. Even with another girl, we won’t have to worry about money.” In fact even if he decided not to work, they would still have enough to live comfortably.

“And that money should be for us and our children, not some freeloading freak.”

Harry froze at her words. “Get out.”

“What?”

“I said get out! Now!” He watched her toss her hair and apparate away, then dropped heavily into an armchair. He could not believe what Ginny had said. Didn’t she understand that he could not abandon a child? Didn’t she understand why her calling that innocent little baby a freak was unacceptable to him? He had told her about the Dursleys.

“Harry?”

He looked up at Hermione’s voice. “‘mione?”

“I was at the Burrow when Ginny came home,” she explained.

“What did...?” Harry trailed off, uncertain how to continue.

“Ron agrees with her, says you should concentrate on building a family with Ginny. Molly thinks you’re too young to make such a decision and should give her away. Arthur’s on your side, at least.”

“Now what?”

“Now we gather information,” Hermione said. “I can ask my parents. But we should also ask a wix, someone who knows how to deal with a magical baby.”

“How about we talk to Neville? He might know something or be able to point us to someone.” The only witches they knew better, aside from Ginny and Molly, were Luna and Andromeda Tonks. Andromeda was still grieving and raising Teddy and Luna, well...

Neville readily agreed to step through the floo when Harry called him. “Veeny!” he called after listening to their story. A female house elf popped into the room, looking at him expectantly. “Please get everything needed to take care of an infant.” When she was gone, he turned back to Harry and Hermione. “Veeny is a nanny elf. She bonded with my family when my mother fell ill soon after my birth. She’ll know what this little darling needs.”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“What do you plan to do now?”

“I’m not sure yet. I know I want to adopt her.” Harry paused. “I’ll have to change my career, right? I can’t work as Auror as single parent.” He smiled at Neville. “Perhaps you can take my place in training.”

Neville shook his head. “I’m not interested in becoming an Auror. I’ve come to accept that I’m not my father. He was an Auror, yes, but I know now that I have to find my own path and live my life, not theirs.” He noticed Harry flinch slightly. It confirmed a suspicion he had had when he’d learned that Harry was dating Ginny and planned to become an Auror. “Harry, have you ever considered what else you can see yourself doing?”

“No, not really. Umbridge sat in on my career advice meeting and McGonagall supported my becoming an Auror.”

“Which subjects did you enjoy the most?” Neville asked. He had an idea but he did not want to influence him.

“Charms, Transfiguration. DADA when we could get a competent teacher.”

“Broom making companies will be eager to hire you, I expect. You’d have to start out as test flyer since being broom maker requires at least basic arithmancy knowledge, but you’d hardly be the first wix to learn arithmancy after graduation. You could apply for a Charms apprenticeship, work for one of the companies or shops selling charmed objects. Not jewellery, mind you, the goblins are far better at working with metals and it requires advanced knowledge of runes and arithmancy. You could join Hermione in getting to know the other branches of the Ministry, if you can stand working for them. Or you can come with me to Hogwarts. Either to have the other professors give you proper career advice – they know more about the requirements and options than I do – or to get trained to teach DADA.” Seeing Harry staring at him, eyes wide, he smiled slightly and added gently: “Or you can just wait a bit. You’re not dependant on a job, so you can take your time before deciding.”

“I need to give it some thought.”

“Of course. I’ll check with my grandmother if there is anything to consider with the adoption, but it should be as simple as intentionally accepting her and naming her family.” Given how Harry was refusing to put her down, Neville suspected that he was already well on the way to accepting him into his family.

Harry sank back in his armchair with a sigh, gratefully accepting a bottle for Mara and a cup of tea for himself from Neville. He smiled briefly at him and took a sip, then concentrated on his daughter. Amaranth Liliana Potter was doing well. Nothing remained to remind either of them of how she had come into his life.

“Long day?” Neville asked.

Harry sighed. “They had me hold the lesson for 7th year Gryffindor and Slytherin on my own today.”

“I understand.”

Harry knew he actually did, they shared that experience after all. He had gone with him to Hogwarts to talk to the professors. Headmistress McGonagall had finally offered him the necessary training for him to become professor for DADA and he had accepted. The other professors had also offered their help in watching Mara while he had lessons. Veeny was also a great help. Harry was happy that Neville had insisted on her serving as Mara’s nanny. She really was a great help.

Contrary to what Ron and Ginny had thought, he did not regret the different path his life had taken now. In fact he found himself happier than he had been in Auror training. He had been trying to life his father’s life, the life that had been cut short because of a prophecy about him, he knew that now after some conversations with Neville. And that was another thing. In the year he was back at Hogwarts, he had talked more to Neville than in the six years they had been in Gryffindor together. They spent a few hours every day in either of their apartments, correcting essays or just talking. Mara liked Neville as well. When he and Pomona had been away for a week-end to get new plants from the continent, Mara had been rather grumpy.

“Have you written to Hermione already about the week-end?” Neville asked.

“I talked to her briefly in my free period this morning. She wants to meet up in Hogsmead.”

Neville nodded in understanding. “Less chance of running into Ginny or Ron.” Ron and Hermione had broken up soon after Harry and Ginny. Harry knew that his decision to adopt Mara and change careers had been one of things they had fought about but Hermione had told him clearly that their relationship had been getting worse before that.

“She’s been to that event with the other European Ministries, right? Do you think she met someone?” Harry asked.

“Hannah and Susan hinted at it.” Hannah occasionally helped out in the infirmary as part of her practical training. Her fiancée Susan worked at the Ministry as well and had gone with Hermione.

“It would be nice for her to have found someone. I know she gets lonely sometimes.”

“What about you? Are you ready for a new relationship?”

Harry looked down at Mara. “I guess. I’m just not ready to go out and look for someone. Not that I have time, between my apprenticeship here and Mara.”

“Do you want to? Go out and look for someone, I mean?”

Harry opened his mouth, then closed it again. Finally he said: “That depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether you would like to go a date with me?”

Neville smiled. “Friday night? My rooms? That way you’re not far from Mara.”

“It’s a date.”

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That Orphan Boy

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Members of the Order & Student!Reader Summary: 5 Times you saved a member of the Order and 1 time they had saved you Word Count: 4926 Warning: Injury, Blood, Nothing is Canon anymore (whoops?) A mixture of the book and movie?

You were an orphan boy that was strangely adopted into the friendship group of Harry Potter, not that you were complaining, you found two boys in a compartment in your first year scoffing down all the sweets from the trolley. You were sorted into Gryffindor and were dragged into the adventures of Harry Potter.

You were very close to Harry, losing both your parents when you can barely walk. You sort of bonded over the abusive nature of when you were growing up, you were like Harry’s long-lost soulmate, a connection of some sort, he would often come to you because you understood. Harry trusted you a lot, even more so in the fourth year where you helped with his DADA, he was as skilled as it was, but you helped him with spells he had not heard of, which is why you often help in the Dumbledore Army.

You were very close to Ron, the boy had not a bad bone in his body. Often times you and he were seen laughing at jokes you were telling. He never had seen you and Harry as best friends but rather brothers. He found you great to hang out with and mess around. You had always made sure he said nothing offensive since he was a little innocent to what to say and not to say.

You were very close to Hermione, she was grateful to have someone who didn’t get instantly confused when she had started to ramble. You were patient even when you get lost in her translation, much more tolerable as you were much more considerate. She enjoyed your company, found you a little overbearing when she knows full well that she can protect herself, but that’s what siblings do, right?

You had found family at school, with your lack of knowledge of affection and such things, you had a slow learning process. Sometimes, they often wonder if you’re too true to be good since you were kind and considerable, often forgetting how you have a bad headspace.

You would usually spend your Christmas at school, you didn’t mind, it took you away from the orphanage. Ron had complained to his mother during the summer after the first year that you were stuck in an orphanage and suddenly Molly had filled in a fostering application for you.

You had awkwardly stood behind the woman, who explained basic stuff about you, glaring at her when she tried to make you sound like a rotten child. Molly had beckoned you in the burrow where Ron, Fred and George had bombarded you. Since then, every Christmas and August you would spend time at the Burrow.

It was until the summer before the fifth year, the order has a suspicious feeling with you.

“Do we really know little of the orphan?”

“He has a name,” Molly scowls at Mad-Eye, it was the night before they had to retrieve Harry, “(Y/n) (L/n), poor boy, his parents were killed when he was a baby.”

“His parents were death eaters.”

“I have taught (Y/n) in his third year, he’s nothing like his parents,” Remus explained, “Molly and Arthur know what he’s like as well, not to mention he has three good friends. People don’t often follow their parents’ footsteps.”

“Take a look at me,” Sirius piped up, “Or even Tonks and her mother must I continue?”

Mad-Eye looked agitated, as the adults stared at him, “It’s something about him that doesn’t sit right with me.”

“Then, we’ll keep an eye on him.”

The group of adults sigh as the children started to file in for dinner, Sirius had met you once and that was helping Harry and Hermione get him out of Azkaban, since then he had always a good impression on you. You sat down with Ginny and Ron, trying to fight as you sat between them. The adults didn’t want to think there was a traitor trait in you, but they couldn’t help but imagine it.

The Battle of Department of Mysteries is when the Order had started to have doubts about you being a traitor. You were at Harry’s side, clutching your wand in hand as you confusingly watch Neville come back to aid you and Harry.

Hermione, Ginny, Luna and Ron was rendered useless after the getting separated, it was the three you trying to hold down the fort. Your hand gripped the wand as you had glared at Malfoy, Harry was hesitant but was reluctant to give the prophecy.

That was until the door had slammed open, revealing members of the order entering. The battle once resumed as Tonks shoots the stunning spell at Malfoy allowing the three of you to try and sneak away. Only for Harry to be grabbed by another death eater as you were flung back.

You watched Neville poked the death eater in the eye with Hermione’s wand, the two was caught between Dolohov whilst the masked death eater aimed his wand at you.

Mad-Eye had been caught down by Death Eaters as Tonks was knocked back after her Aunt had Jinxed her. You were flying spells as you noticed Harry and Neville being shielded by Lupin, who told them to go to the other DA members. You flicked your wrist and suddenly the masked death eater was flung away from you.

You were about to leave, but you had seemed to be stuck to the ground, cursing that you must have not noticed whilst the death eater you had flung away must have struck you. You called out for Harry and Neville, but they were stuck in a predicament.

The prophecy had fallen out of Neville’s pocket and smashed. Whilst you were getting frustrated, trying to rack up the memory of the counterspell for the charm. Waving your wand carelessly you tried to free yourself as more Death Eaters tried to get to you, only to be stopped by Dumbledore.

You were pushed back, only for your wand to fire one last spell. As it shoots out its beam, it was aimed at Bellatrix, who was duelling Sirius and the two were unaware of the presence of Dumbledore. The spell had knocked back Bellatrix as she was about to fire a powerful curse, only to miss Sirius by inches as she was knocked down.

Sirius’ eyes widen, his eyes locking to yours, who you were surprised yourself, before moving away from the veil. Sirius understood that his cousin was getting frustrated with him, his teasing and gloating must have pushed her too far and he was asking for it. Sirius was thankful for you to accidentally knock her down, if not he was a goner.

Bellatrix screamed in annoyance as she turns to see who shot the spell, her fury eyes stared you down as Remus and Sirius were ready to defend you, only her eyes to flicker to your headmaster, who was standing just a few meters in front of you. She chuckled.

“You get off lucky,”

She ran away, up the stairs as Dumbledore followed closely, Harry right behind him, passing Sirius and Remus. You lifted your right leg up and found yourself free from the sticking charm before Sirius could thank you for saving him, you were gone to find out if your friends were okay.

He figured he could say his thanks later.

Sirius wasn’t able to give you his thanks, but news around the order was quick that a young fifteen-year-old boy was strong enough to save Sirius from death, saving Harry from any more heartbreak. It was the talk of July at Grimmauld Place.

“(Y/n)?” Fred questioned, as the children entered the dining room when some of the members of the order stayed for dinner and were caught talking about you.

“Great kid,” George complimented.

“Hell of a fighter,” Fred continued.

“Lacks common sense,” Hermione butted in, rolling her eyes as she smiles fondly about the thought of you, “Of course, I miss that idiot’s face.”

“Sometimes, I wonder how he’s not in Hufflepuff for his loyalty,” Ron spoke, shrugging his shoulders.

“You’re just as loyal, Ronald!” Hermione complained as Ron grinned at her, “If he was here, he would be hitting you over the head telling you to read some more.”

“Leave him be,” Harry butted in, a soft grin planted on his face, “(Y/n) is a great person-”

“Oh, Harry!” The children moaned, much of the adult’s amusement.

“You’re in love Harry,” Ginny teased as Harry playfully scoffed, “We get it, (Y/n) and you are duelling soulmates!”

“Hey!” Harry exclaimed, “If it wasn’t for him, you would hardly know any attacking spells in the first place!”

“The only time he would study,” Hermione scoffed, “What is it with you all about not studying and Quidditch?”

The group of children had erupted into a debate, the conversation had made the adults think. Maybe you weren’t so bad, so when you showed up the first of August, a black eye and a bandaged left wrist but a positive grin on your face. They couldn’t help but think you were just like the rest of the kids, nothing like your death eater parents.

“What happened to you, (Y/n)?” Ron commented on your appearance as Molly scowls at her son.

“Got in a fight with a leprechaun,” The table looked at you as Hermione snorted, before flashing a grin, “You really need to stop believing everything I say, Ronald, what do you think happened?”

That was enough for the table to understand how you sustain the injury. Your group of friends and you continued to be close to the members of the order, even hearing you and Harry gush about being older to be auror. Your ability and loyalty were tested on the night of the move of Harry Potter.

As Mad-Eye said, everyone in the room was of age except Harry. They needed him to be moved safely. Everyone paired up, but you, well you were supposed to go with Sirius, however, you pointed out that Bellatrix and Voldemort would go for Sirius as much as they want Harry.

So, you came alone, like a watcher of everyone. You were very comfortable with the people around you except that Mundungus, you watched six Harry’s and their partner take off to the sky. You look at Mad-Eye, gripping your broom with one hand and the wand in the other.

“You keep an eye on things, I trust you,”

There was a lot of pressure as the last “Harry” and Mad-Eye take off in the air, with you shortly following. You noticed the moment you were in the air, you were ambushed. As you dodged flying spells, you kept an eye on the Harrys’ around. Kicking forward as you zoomed around the clouds and dodging spells, casting some yourself as you watched the protectors protect their Harry.

That was until Voldemort had shown up, you heard a shout from Mad-Eye from behind, crying out for Mundungus to stay, swinging your broom to their direction as you watched the coward man disapparate.

Pushing forward you see the Dark Lord almost conducting his spell before ramming into Mad-Eye, for Bill and Fleur to witness when the beam of green light disappeared, there were no traces of you or Mad-Eye. Bill assumed the worst as he continues to push forward.

Nose-diving down as Mad-Eye was free falling from his broom, you speeded yourself as you found yourself grabbing his forearm. Ignoring the searing pain in your shoulder as you pulled yourself from crashing into the muggle London. Mad-Eye looked down shocked before looking at you, pulling a face as you tried to keep a grip on him.

“Argh!” You let out as you zoomed through the cars and pulling up back into the sky.

“You’ve gotta let me go,” Mad-Eye shouted.

“Like hell.”

Mad-Eye was very impressed by the determination of a seventeen-year-old, you were still a student and your sheer will of determination was astounding. You had noticed that the sky was clearing of Wizard as you gave your last strength to throw, though it was a poor weak throw, Mad-Eye into the portkey before you did so yourself.

The rest of the order was wondering where you and Mad-Eye was, the burrow was quite as George was injured and the thought of two people killed in action hurt them.

“Are you sure you had seen them get killed?”

“I didn’t say they were killed, missing most likely,” Bill snapped back at Kingsley, before looking apologetic.

Soon they heard wind blow followed with angry shouts of an Auror. The group hurried out as you and the auror was bickering like children.

“Idiotic, stupid, move!” You rolled your eyes as you smiled at the trio, itching to run up and hug you, “You could have gotten killed!”

“I-”

“Now, you’ve dislocated your shoulder!”

“Well, if you weren’t so heavy-”

“Why you little!” You dashed behind into the burrow as the moment had lifted the tense atmosphere.

The days passing, Mad-Eye found staring at you as you laugh loudly during Bill’s and Fleur’s wedding, enjoying that grain of happiness. Just as he was about to say his thank you for saving him, you were from his sight and off the radar for a year.

No one has heard much of you or the trio, the Order assumed that you were still alive and protecting each other. When Fred had alerted through the radio that lightning had struck, the order member found themselves entering their old school again. The group were relieved to find the young teenagers back, but they found themselves feeling unsettled how you four looked.

Ron had bags under his eyes, his shoulder leaned down on one side as Hermione still had a fire in herself, but the order had noticed how her hands shook before hiding it away. Harry looked exhausted, but he was ready to end all things. They looked at you, a body that was tense and looked like you had been recently injured.

There was a haunted look in your eyes as you let out a huff of tiredness, Hermione and Ron were by your side. Harry had disappeared to join the Gryffindors. It was obvious from blood stains and dirt stains that things had not been looking all smooth sailing for the past year.

“You look like hell kid,” Mad-Eye commented to you as Ron hugs his parents.

Hermione spares you a glance as you looked over to Mad-Eye, Kingsley and Remus at his side, you shrugged your stiff shoulders and a deep breath, with a small bitter laugh, “Been there and back.”

You licked your lips as you blinked slowly, Hermione sighs as she buries herself in your side. Everyone watched as the two looked at Ron with tired sad eyes, all that they worked for comes up to now, they were such broken and hurt individuals who rather die for each other to betray each other.

Remus and Sirius spare each other a glance, remembering the good old days where they were best friends, carefree and laughing their student days away. As the group of defenders enter the Great Hall they had witness McGonagall fight Snape.

“Neville hold the fort, listen to (Y/n),” Harry spoke as he turns to you, “(Y/n), I trust you know your instinct and your fortunate display of power, I know you’ll take command.”

Trust, it was one of the biggest words that affected you most, you hesitantly nodded.

“Good luck Harry,” You spoke sincerely, your hand against his cheek as his hand was on the back of your neck, forehead against each other before Harry dashed away.

As everyone was preparing for war, Remus was stationed near the quad battlement with Kingsley, Arthur whilst Fred and George took the roof. As the war had started, Remus had found Fred away from his station as he ran after Percy, who was beyond furious with himself as he battle death eaters.

Remus was met with his match, Dolohov was a very skilled fighter however Remus was just as good. However, Dolohov was just a tiny bit better. You had been running and disapparating in and out, witnessing Neville and Professor Sprout throwing plants at the enemies and hearing news with the paintings.

Some painting was just to aid the Order members such as Mad-Eye and Kingsley, but when they had found you in a mass of taking down three death eaters, they called that Remus was in trouble. Running up the stairs as you waved your wand and you watched a death Easter fall to his death as he fell over the stairs.

“Reducto!” You exclaimed as a beam of red light hits Dolohov at the side, catching him off guard as Remus had his arm over his head with his eyes screwed shut, preparing for his downfall.

But, it never came. Remus opens his eyes and lowers his arm slowly as he looks at you, your hand offering a help up as he takes it.

He noticed a sweat, blood and dirt around you, you were breathing heavily as you nodded.

“Sirius is in extra help,” You spoke softly, “Your son needs you, I’m not taking any chance of you dying.”

With that, you were dashing off again as you hear the painting cry out that Harry, Ron and Hermione were running through the school. Remus was confused as it finally dawned on him.

As he runs to aid his best friend, Sirius gives him a side eye.

“What happened?”

Back to back, protecting each other as Sirius happily waves his wand, he was going to fight till his dying breath with his best friend at his side.

“(Y/n) just saved me,” Remus breathes, “I never got the chance to say thank you.”

You were running alongside Ron as you battle through the corridor.

“You’re going to where now?” You exclaimed, “You’re bloody mental!”

“I saw him there,” Harry screams back as you both fire at the same death eater, “I need to know-”

They heard Fred laughing, losing his concentration as Percy wore a triumphant grin on his face. The four of you had stopped short watching, there was a bad feeling in you. The trio continues to break into a run, waving your wand in aiding that they could get to the shrieking shack quicker, but you have a side glance towards the older Weasley brothers.

Fred had always been close to you along with George since you often found yourself spending Christmas and summer with them. The feeling of uneasy made you break out into a sprint towards Fred.

“Fred!”

He looked at you after he blasted the death eater he was fighting away, his eyebrow knitted together before you fully tackled him back into the ground, sliding back from his spot as you covered his body with yours. Suddenly the wall next to where he had stood by was blasted open. Fortunately, missing Percy, but if you had not tackled Fred he would be dead.

“Fred? (Y/n)?” Percy screams out, wafting the dust away as you coughed.

Small parts of debris had fallen on you as you slowly got you and helped Fred up, who was very confused. His brown eyes stared at yours, a small smile planted on your face as you dust off the dirt of his jacket whilst Percy found both of you alive.

“Fred-” Percy started to fret over his younger brother.

Fred sighs, exclaiming there was no time for this as Ron had been able to watch you save his brother’s life before getting tugged away by Hermione. Percy had started to apologise profusely, allowing you to escape the awkward encounter.

Fred huffed before realising you had been missing from your spot.

“Where’s (Y/n)?” Percy exclaimed, “We need to say something to him-”

“He knows us Perce,” Fred spoke a grin on his face, “He is practically the adopted Weasley.”

“Yes, I always wondered if mum was going to adopt (Y/n),” Percy nodded, “She should have.”

Tonks had no regrets in entering the battle as much as she wanted to stay with her little baby boy, her husband needs her more. Crashing into moving students as she weaves in and out before crashing into a familiar face.

You had grabbed her by her shoulder, keeping her in place as she looks around frantically before processing who had stopped her. She sighs in relief and hugged you tightly, you accepted the comfort before parting and holding her again. Your eyebrows knitted together.

“What are on Earth are you doing here?”

“Where’s Remus?”

“Last time I saw him was-”

You were thrown back, smacking your head. Tonks was confused, standing in the corridor as she was faced with her aunt, Bellatrix cackles as Tonks raise her wand and stood defensively, unaware of your dazed and unconscious state.

“I’ll deal with the little prat later, I want you my dearest niece,” Bellatrix sneers as she waves her wand, beams of blue, red and green started to sprout out at each other.

Tonks was holding out a good fight, she was mentored by Mad-eye, the best auror of England or perhaps the world, of course, she was taught the best, picking up Mad-Eyes traits and spells. The fight had lasted well ten minutes as Tonks started to weaken.

Bellatrix was much older and most definitely more skilled, she didn’t want to admit that she was rather impressed that Tonks was able to hold out for so long, she had believed that Tonks was rather an easy target to kill.

Tonks was stumbled back as she was caught off guard, it allowed Bellatrix to cast a powerful spell but it was blocked by your protego, standing in front of Tonks. Who looked relieved that someone had stepped in. Bellatrix gritted her teeth.

“You little swine!” She sneers, before bitterly chuckling, “I don’t understand why you want to keep her alive, to be on their side, your family had their loyalties to the Dark Lord.”

You tighten your grip on your wand, “I have no family, my loyalties are with Harry Potter. And for your information, I have nothing to lose, no one would care if I died. But, Tonks? She has everything to lose, and I can’t have that. Reducto!”

The beam of red escapes your wand as Bellatrix deflecting it, angry with your response she screams and tries to hit you with Stupefy, pushing Tonks behind you as you cast the shield charm and quickly giving her want she given you. Stunning her momentarily.

“Go, find Remus and survive,” You responded, pushing Tonks quickly into the crowd, “Go, I’ll be fine.”

Tonks watched you dodging a spell from her aunt, her guilt building inside her as she watched you get flipped back, she could see your floppy hair in the wind as you ran away with Bellatrix hot at your heels.

Tonks got to hear Bellatrix spewing out the torture curse, but by the sound of frustration, she was missing you. Tonks sigh, hoping to see you after the war as she runs down the corridor hoping to find her husband alive.

The one-hour armistice.

The Order Members looked exhausted, bloody and beaten. The great hall was full of the mourners and the reflectors. Molly and Arthur giving their love to Fred, hearing the near experience with fate, which caused the husband and wife to look over to the Weasley family.

“(Y/n)?” Tonks questioned weakly, “I owe him one.”

Remus looked at his wife, kissing her hair, “We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him.”

Fred smiles softly as Mad-Eye and Sirius overhear the conversation. Fred sits by George, who was wiping his tears calming down that his brother was still alive.

“I wonder what goes in that young man’s head,” Kingsley spoke, walking towards them, “Stupidity or pure bravery?”

“(Y/n) said he had nothing to live for, no wonder he’s having the tendency to get into situations like this. He thinks he’s not worth the tears, nor think anyone would miss him, unlike us.” Tonks explained, shrugging her shoulders before leaning into Remus.

“Well, that’s not true,” Bill spoke confidently, “He’s family, spent most of his summer and Christmas with us, he’s a friend.”

“Hard to convince an orphan boy,” Mad-Eye grunted.

“Speaking of which, where is (Y/n)? Has anyone seen him?” Sirius asked. The group cast their eyes to the dead bodies, dreading the worst.

“I-” Ginny spoke from the side of her mother, the group looked at her, “Last time I saw him was taken down by Bellatrix.”

Tonks winced as she was the one who left you with her. The group grimace at the thought of you dead, Ron and Hermione had slowly came up to the group of people, they smiled at them.

“Have you seen (Y/n)?” George asked as Ron rose an eyebrow.

“Yeah, he’s talking to Harry before, dunno where he disappeared from.”

Hermione looks apologetic as Ron shrugs his shoulders, the group was not satisfied with the answer, Ron sighs and continues, “He’s definitely alive, he’s one of the best duellers I’ve ever met, that’s why Harry and he are so good together.”

Hermione nodded, recapitulating, “Hard as nails, shame I haven’t been able to appreciate him more, he’s powerful.”

“Obviously,”

The second half of the war started once again, the group getting into the action and finally noticing that you were still alive and well. But, you were beyond exhausted, the days before the war was upon them, you had been sleeping bad, now you’ve been running and disapparating around, you were tired and you wanted to lie down.

So, whilst you were defeating Death Eaters, you had barely noticed how the people that cared for you were moving closer to you. In a state of exhaustion, you were surrounded by five death eaters, caught off guard, you were trying to block spells.

“Incarecerous!”

Rope aimed at your neck, yanking you back as you tried to grip the rope off you, gagging and sputtering as the group of Death Eaters, took turns throwing jinx, spells and curses. Shutting your eyes as you started to feel calmness, you were able to hear the distance Fred screaming Reducto, as Remus and Tonks took down two death eaters whilst you can hear violent bangs off a stick connect to the hard concrete flooring and a Death eater yelping away and lastly you could hear the angry curses Sirius was using, both magical and non-magical curses.

“Fucking touch him I’ll - Diffindo!” Sirius cut off himself before casting the

You were still gasping as you felt someone had their hand on my wrist whilst another calmly cut the rope away, gasping some air and eyes open you were met by the eyes of the people who you had saved.

Coughing, your hand on your chest as you looked at them dizzily.

“Keep standing around you’re going to get yourself killed.”

“You’re still looking out for us even when you almost died.”

You shrugged as you grabbed your wand, Tonks hoisted you up as Mad-Eye gave her instructions, for you to be kept away from the battle and for her to stay with you so she was out of the crossfire of death.

You had the itch to continue to fight but when you saw Tonks red hair, you obediently stayed put, watching Harry defeat Voldemort. When the height of war had died down, you were surrounded by members of the order. You had your knees up with your head in between them, spitting blood onto the ground grimly, groaning as you looked up to find eyes on you.

“Hey?” You offered weakly, swaying at your seat before Sirius putting firm hands on you to stop.

“Hey,” Fred and George grinned as Percy gives you a wink.

There was silence, coughing and wiping the grim red thick liquid, letting a groan escape as they looked at you sympathetically. Waiting for a healer to come and assist everyone’s injury.

You huffed loudly, “Erm, thanks for…you know…before.”

“Well, if you weren’t allowing me to die, I’m doing the same for you,” Remus responded.

“Yeah? Even being a traitor?”

“You knew about that?” Mad-Eye questions, sitting down near you.

“Well, yes, among many various assumptions and theories about an orphan boy that’s been said,” You admitted, as the adults looked uncomfortable, “It’s fine, look at us now.”

“You said you had nothing to lose.” Tonks piped up, watching you shrug.

“If I had to prove to you that I was loyal, you’ve proved to me that I was worth a save.”

“You had managed to save not only one but five members of the order, adults with far more experience and most of us trained Aurors!” Mad-Eye exclaims, grunting out as you smile faintly.

“Like I said, our (Y/n) is hard as nails, powerful!” Hermione greeted, giving you a hug.

“Don’t bother trying to argue with him,” Ron came up, “It’s how he shows his affections.”

“Alright, stop calling out my flaws!” you whined as Ron chuckled, ruffling your hair, “I don’t do affection.”

“Well, you better start getting used to it, you’re part of the family.”

You looked surprised as Molly, Arthur and Ginny came back with food, you happily sat with the big group of odd individuals. You were content, though they may have not explicitly said that they were thankful for saving them, their affections in the upcoming months and years would show you that.

And suddenly you weren’t just that orphan boy, you found somewhere to belong.

#remus lupin #mad eye moody #fred weasley #nymphadora tonks #sirius black #harry potter imagine #x male reader #platonic #personal favourite

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What is Reality?

So, I spent the morning typing out this long, detailed response to a post by @possiblyimbiassed concerning therapists in the show being representations of Sherlock - hit the post button - and found Tumblr ate it. Yep, it disappeared into the ether. That’s... fine. Probably didn’t belong on that post anyways since it went down a completely different track, but here is an abbreviated version of what I concluded:

We have always been in TAB/S4 hell and just didn’t realise it.

It all began to break down when I tried to discern the point of view we are seeing the story from - or who the author is. This is a story about John - we begin with him, and he is ‘the blogger’ (and original author of the Sherlock Holmes stories) so we might naturally conclude he is the storyteller here, but then that conclusion quickly breaks down the first time we see Sherlock. We see Sherlock before John meets him. John has no way of knowing about Sherlock beating a corpse and rejecting Molly’s advances, so how are we seeing that if John is the author? Lest you think that John made this up from Sherlock’s comment about leaving the riding crop in the morgue and his interaction with Molly when she brings him coffee 1) that would be amazing because we have never seen anything to indicate this level of imagination from John 2) his stories on his blog are not anywhere near as detailed, fantastic and elaborate as this moment and the show on whole 3) that is a pretty twisted conclusion for John to draw about what a man he just met was doing with a riding crop in a morgue - not something one would just guess. Also consider that John would never have known (and is unlikely to have ever been able to get an accurate account from Sherlock given the way we see them interact) about what really happened between Sherlock and Jefferson Hope when they were alone.

So maybe Sherlock was the narrator? Well, then there are several scenes that he didn’t witness and can’t have possibly known about (like the entire first part of the story where we are shown what John’s life is like beforehand) and what happened with Donovan and Mycroft. Likewise, it seems very unlikely that Sherlock would have been able to devise John’s very novel reaction to Sherlock being with the killer. I mean, one would not typically think that an experienced soldier with ‘nerves of steel’ (as Sherlock himself says) would panic and go running through the building screaming Sherlock’s name which would both alert the killer that he was coming and alert the cleaners that someone is in the building who shouldn’t be. Not a reaction otherwise in character thus far.

This doesn’t even go to mention that there are scenes that neither character could have seen or known about. We see Jennifer Wilson and several of the other victims right before their demise and we have to conclude that those scenes are either seen through the eyes of an omnipresent/omnipotent (all seeing/ all knowing) author or through the killer’s eyes.

OK, so maybe it is a story told from the omnipresent/omnipotent perspective? Well, then that doesn’t explain the shared consciousness between the characters. Again, I’ll point you to the first scene, if we only see what happens to John because we are “omini” then how does Sherlock know about what happened to John to play out a very close echo of that original telling of exactly what happened to John before they met in his TAB MindPalace drug dream. Another glaring instance of this is the whole “dragon slayer” term, which is first mentioned when Sherlock and Mycroft are alone together, then Mary calls Sherlock the same thing when she’s alone with him, then John uses the term - none of them should know what the other has said.

So reality is broken from the start.

Why?

Well, this is where things really make your mind explode.

So in the 2nd episode when John returns from his interview with Sarah, Sherlock says that he had asked John for a pen when John was gone and John concludes that Sherlock ‘didn’t notice’ he was gone. We might be tempted to take John’s assessment at face value and think that Sherlock was too distracted or self-absorbed to have noticed John left, but we have been given an evolving perspective on what that moment really means. Over time, we’ve learned that Sherlock actually sees a version of John in his alternate reality (MindPalace) where he talks to John and John helps him solve things. And sometimes (like when he tries to replace John with Molly as an assistant in solving crimes) that alternate reality spills over and he hears John’s disembodied voice taunting him in Reality. So, what we have from this little moment in episode 2 is the clear indication that, at times, Sherlock cannot discern Reality from his Alternate Reality. Yet, as things evolve, we (as a viewer) often move with Sherlock seamlessly between these two realities that, in their own right, seem equally real except that the location of one might be a bit extraordinary or Sherlock exhibits extraordinary qualities to manipulate the Alternate Reality - cluing us in that it is “not reality”.

Two realities. Bleeding between them. Funkiness in both of them. What does this sound like? Well, it sounds a lot like TAB, doesn’t it? And what did we find out in the end of TAB. Neither reality was Real.

So, what does this mean? What part of what we see is Sherlock’s hallucinations or alternate reality and what is Real?

Maybe this moment in episode 2 and Dr. Frankland’s and Culvertson’s drugs that make people hallucinate and lose memories are hints that Sherlock has been drugged from near the beginning and was seeing things and/or losing time since the 2nd episode. All reality is suspect because we are shown Sherlock’s internal world along with the rest - but some it Real.

Maybe, Sherlock really did take Jefferson Hope’s pill before John could reach him and, instead of dying, he slipped into a coma like-state and everything after that point was like TAB where he created two realities (a MindPalace and a Real World) and he keeps slipping between the two, but neither are Real.

Maybe nothing is real and from the beginning it is all in Sherlock’s head. From that first episode we see perspectives that don’t make sense from any one point of view and there is a collective consciousness that can’t be explained unless there is a narrator that has full control of all the characters and so every character has the potential to know what other characters have said or done (since they are all just fabrications).

Perhaps, it will be explained with something akin to the movie Ghost Stories (which, interestingly enough, Martin Freeman plays the doctor) where Sherlock has been ‘locked-in’ his own mind (in a coma-like state) this whole time and has simply been “setting the stage” with the people from his hospital setting who seep into his imagined world (John is really his doctor, Sarah and Mary are nurses that Dr. Watson seems to flirt with, Lestrade is the kindly janitor, Billy is the anesthesiologist, etc., etc.). And, if you have ever had your mind play a trick on you by reinterpreting something you hear or feel from reality (like your alarm clock going off or your cat sitting on your chest) into something that can fit into your dream, then you can begin to imagine how Sherlock could be reinterpreting things from Reality into his coma-like state. John really has saved his life so many times and so many ways (as his doctor). The gunshot wound literally was surgery. They really did have to restart his heart. When he is walking around on walls and everything is falling apart, they’ve got him drugged up and are moving him between beds (which would give the strange sense of weightlessness), etc., etc. Maybe there is a telly on his room that is playing documentaries (about Chinese pottery and the Van Bueren Supernova) and news (about Chinese gangs, bombings, murders) and infomercials (featuring Connie and Kenny Price) and kids shows (featuring Richard Brooks) and the occasional Bond and horror movie. And, as his health deteriorates, so does his imagined reality, until he is torturing himself with his past and everyone is both a mirror of himself and an enemy.

The last possibility is the saddest interpretation of all the facts because it is quite possible that if in a S5 Sherlock does manage to wake up, the relationship between him and John is not nearly as deep as he imagined it to be and is, in fact, (if Sherlock is just a patient) non-existent. It could even be that Sherlock put himself into that state when he was a young man, overdosing due to his attempt to escape some childhood trauma. If so, then he might not even be consulting detective. It is also possible that the image that Sherlock projects of himself isn’t at all close to reality but more who he wishes he was. Perhaps, he is more like Billy, extremely clever underneath it all (able to deduce John) but looks and speaks in a way where no one would listen to him or pay attention to him in Reality.

What is reality?

It could be very, very different and jarring.

@ebaeschnbliah, @sarahthecoat, @sagestreet, @raggedyblue, @possiblyimbiassed, @sherlockshadow,

#sherlock meta #crazy thoughts #this kind of went off the rails #it was all in his head #we're all in his head #super coma theory #Mindpalace theory

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junhaoshua · 5 years

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The Great Collie Crossover, 9/10

A/N: I LIVE. Many apologies for the long delay, life + two bereavements got in the way and sucked away my writing motivation. Please enjoy this long overdue chapter! The epilogue is coming soon!!!

The usual disclaimer: I own none of the characters, being neither JK Rowling nor @colubrina. This is just a chance for me to play in the sandbox they have created.This is a birthday/get well soon present for the lovely @colubrina, whose work has been such a joy and inspiration to me.

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8: Rebuilding

“This is the last world, isn’t it?” Hermione asks.

Other-Hermione nods. “And out of all, it’s probably the most like yours. But my parents couldn’t be un-obliviated. And I broke up with Ron. So after that, I came to Hogwarts to help rebuild the castle. And take my NEWTs. And hopefully fix my life while I was at it.”

Which sounds exactly like what she did, except for the breaking up part. “Were you the only one who returned too?”

“And that,” Other-Hermione says as the scene changes, “is where our paths diverge.”

She remembers this. Coming back. Settling into the Slytherin girls’ dorms because they were the least destroyed. But the blonde head in the common room is something new.

“And of course it’s Malfoy,” she says, unable to conjure up any surprise even as the past-Hermione goes “Malfoy. Bloody hell.”

She looks at the other witch, and they snort in unison.

Walking to dinner together and talking about Macbeth. Helping in the library, separately at first then together. Arguing - a brief moment of shared misery at being able to see thestrals - then right back to arguing. Apologizing for mocking him about the ferret incident. Shakespeare and Titus Andronicus and the atrocities humans committed during war. More cleaning of books. Complimenting each other until he brings up Ron and she can’t help but wonder what happened here. Did he cheat on her? Hurt her? Do some other atrocity she hasn’t seen in any world?

“No, no, and no,” Other-Hermione says, and she realises she asked that out loud. “You’re allowed to break up with people who aren’t evil, you know.”

“Then? What was it?” she asks as she watches Draco apologise, as they bare their wounds to each other, as they watch the stars.

“You’ll know soon enough.”

There’s a long silence as past-Hermione says that he was forced to be a Death Eater but that doesn’t make him one. The two tentatively flirt before tension descends, past-Hermione mercilessly breaking down every reason why being with him would be a constant battle. Somehow easing into another quiet rapport.

Cuddling in the Slytherin dungeons and talking about their parents. Watching the fish and falling asleep in his arms. A kiss. Conversations in the library that make her wish she hadn’t gone through her eighth year alone, that she’d had someone like Draco to bare her soul to. More kissing. The pureblood and his pity date. The war heroine and her walk on the wild side. “It will be awful.” “It will be the only good thing in a sea of awful.”

Theo arriving and the tension that ensues. Getting drunk. Going up to Gryffindor Tower. Hurling fierce, angry words at each other. “Easy to offer forgiveness to the boy you want to shag, isn’t it?” and even though it’s been so long, Other-Hermione still flinches at the accusation.

Breakfast. Theo taking care of Draco like she takes care of Harry, the loyal friend who looks out for them because things in their life are shite. Theo, who loves his father and didn’t know he was a Death Eater. Theo, who’s gay here - why does his sexuality seem to vary between worlds? Reaching a sort of detente.

Then Ron comes into the library, full of accusation and cruel words and - “You abandoned us!”

“That’s why you broke up with him?” Hermione asks, stunned.

“He abandoned you and you didn’t break up with him?” Other-Hermione throws back.

The fight is hard to watch. The words “Death Eater’s slag” even harder to take. But she can’t bring herself to be surprised. Her Ron could do this. If she ever got together with a Slytherin. Her Ron could call her that.

Conversations and explanations. Ron going to the Prophet, to Rita Skeeter, to claim that Draco had imperiused her. Proving it wrong, going after Rita, sending Ron a Howler, and she recognises past-Hermione’s viciousness with the discomfort of one who knows she’s capable of the same. Teaching Draco to make a Patronus. Matching otters.

“You two really are in love,” she says with soft wonder as they watch the summer fly by.

Other-Hermione smiles faintly. “The Patronus always tells.”

The Sorting Feast. Pansy and Neville and Ginny. Molly as DADA professor. Having a panic attack. Ginny defending Draco. The Gryffindors hurling cruel words at her even as the children insist that he didn’t crucio them, that he faked it. Waking up to find “Death Eater’s Whore” tacked to her door. Class and cruelty and being ostracised and Molly and more panic attacks.

Recovery Group, something that’s supposed to help them get over the trauma of the war but turns into angry sniping. Hannah and Padma. Susan Bones, angry and wounded after her family died, lashing out at Theo and Pansy until they walk out. Getting into a screaming match that reduces Susan to tears.

Classes. The eighth years studying together. A second session of Recovery Group, this time with the little Gryffindor boy - Andy - joining them. Pansy being a secret master of household magic. Susan trying to fuck her sorrows away. Theo trying to drink them away.

Rebuilding Day, a big production of inviting parents to Hogwarts to show them that all is well, a production that means people coming with their petty cruelties. Susan defending Theo with the sort of righteous passion only Hufflepuffs can muster. Narcissa and Lucius being polite to her even though it’s clear that they’re doing it to rehabilitate their social image and ward off Posy Parkinson. More cruelty from Ron even as Harry drops a kiss on her hair. Finally alone with Draco then finding out he’s been cutting himself.

“Don’t you dare judge him,” Other-Hermione bites out before she can even say a word.

“I wasn’t going to,” she protests, but she knows she’s lying.

Time passing in school. Suggesting a Yule Ball. Theo and Neville starting a thing. Padma having food issues. Pansy helping her to put Draco back into some semblance of togetherness after he breaks down. Confronting Theo about his drinking. Draco buying brooms for the little first years, trying to atone for his deeds last year by helping them now.

The girls teaming up to go after the Gryffindors and their cruel note. Pansy vicious and hard. Padma wielding Ravenclaw wit and words like a sword. Susan accusing them of being unkind. Hermione wandlessly setting the note on fire. She wishes she had more girlfriends in her world. Girls, together, smashing injustice.

Neville confronting Molly. McGonagall refusing to do anything about it except allow them to self-study DADA. She feels her respect for the old witch drop.

Chanukah at Hogwarts. Shopping for the Yule Ball in Muggle London. Dancing and romance. Harry being all chummy with Draco for her sake. Neville ending it with Theo at the Ball and Hannah going after him. Spending winter break at Hogwarts with Theo while Draco goes back to the Manor. Bonding. Getting each other gifts, a dragon charm bracelet for her and a comically long Gryffindor scarf for him. Draco returning with a pygmy puff and an engagement ring. Percy visiting and flirting with Theo, who’s too busy bemoaning his breakup to notice it.

Time passes. The eighth years bond. Hermione curses a rude student, marking his arm with “bigot” and filling his mouth with soap. Draco doing the only thing he can to make it better by telling his parents that he’s proposed. The Malfoys ignoring it.

Going with Theo to visit his mother’s grave. Helping Padma to eat. Valentine’s with Draco and their first time. Holi at Hogwarts, celebrating diversity and triumph and good winning.

“Look at the hope,” other-Hermione murmurs as they watch the bonfire burn. “It’s always there.” Then she cocks her head. “You’ll have to go soon, I’m afraid. Morning is coming.”

“Tell me how this story ends,” she says. She needs to know.

The other witch smiles. “Theo and Percy adopted Andy - long story. Susan and Blaise. Neville and Hannah. Ron and Tracey Davis - he didn’t know she was a Slytherin. Pansy married Charlie. I married Draco. We all collectively moved into Nott Manor. The Malfoys accepted me because, well, Draco. Even went so far as to bury Regulus and the rest of Riddle’s inferi on their property. Padma used some Muggle techniques to help Lucius handle his post-Azkaban chronic pain. We got Susan on the Wizengamot - well, originally we wanted to get Theo’s dad out of Azkaban, and that was part of it, but he died a day after he was released. Draco and I were DADA professors for a year before I retired to start on independent research. And we lived,” she says. “We live, and we live happily. You can have a happy ending too.”

“And why can’t I have it the way I am?”

“You’re with Ron,” the other witch says simply. “You won’t be happy. He won’t help to put you back together. His broken edges will rub up against yours, not fit into yours to make something new and beautiful.”

“I’m not you. I don’t get panic attacks and need draughts. I’m not broken.” She doesn’t know why she’s so defensive.

“We all have trauma,” the witch says softly, reaching out to cup her cheek. “It’s just a matter of how it shows. Like clinging on to relics of the past, for example.” Mist swirls slow and soft. “The war was hard on everyone. It broke something in us. But we must be stronger for having been broken.”

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She lands back in King’s Cross, where the first Hermione waits for her. “Do you see now, child? Who you are, who you can be?”

She nods, mind still spinning from everything.

Old-Hermione folds her into a fierce hug. “Then it’s time for you to…

Wake up.”

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Many thanks to the lovely @sulisaints for being my cheerleader, proofreader, editor, and getting me through this difficult chapter. All credit for the world goes to @colubrina, who's written my emotional support fic. And of course, thank you all. Your comments and kudos have given me the motivation to keep writing. Crossposted on AO3.

#my work #tgcc #colubrina #rebuilding #hogwarts 8th year #dramione #thercy #neville x hannah #susan x blaise

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☞ NAME: Gideon Prewett. ☞ AGE: Twenty-One (06.30.1958). ☞ BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood. ☞ HOUSE: Former Gryffindor. ☞ GENDER: Cis-male. ☞ FACECLAIM: Jack Reynor.

+ THE STORY SO FAR +

Ah, the Prewett twins. That’s what was usually heard whenever they were referred to in casual conversation. Everyone knew who they were. They were the fun-loving, charming, vivacious younger brothers of Molly Weasley (the mother of all mothers). She was nine years older than them and developed her world-renowned maternal instincts from the day of their birth. She was a big help to their parents as there were two of them, they frequently misbehaved, and their magic began showing itself at the incredibly tender age of ten months old. Their family was a loving one, growing every day as Molly married Arthur Weasley who had a large family of his own. When Bill Weasley was born, the twins were only twelve years old.

They seldom remembered a time when they didn’t have nephews running around all over the place, making equally as big of a mess as they were capable of. The noise was encouraged in their household. After Bill came Charlie, then Percy, and finally on First April 1978, Fred and George were brought into the world. Fabian and Gideon had high hopes for the future of Gryffindor pranksters in those two. They wrote them journals full of elaborate pranks, jokes, and general musing to live by (example: don’t eat yellow snow unless you saw the lemon). Despite their love for practical jokes, the twins excelled as a fighting team. They were beaters on the Gryffindor quidditch team, headed up the dueling club and soared high above their classmates in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

When Albus approached them shortly after their graduation with a job offer in a secret organization against death eaters, they shared merely a look before agreeing. They wanted to be a part of the war in a big way. Through the Order, they knew they could be. They didn’t think about the consequences that might come with it. They only thought about the people they loved, the future they wanted for their family, their nephews. When Elphias, Albus, and Fabian apparated into Arabella’s home on that October night, Gideon had been laughing. Aberforth was telling a rather unbecoming story of his youth involving a barrel of Scotch and a goat. “Fab, you gotta hear this story. Tell it again, Abe!” He had said before swinging around to greet his brother▬ who was lying on the ground, his head crooked at an odd angle. Gideon’s laughter died on the air. He was on his knees beside his brother in an instant. He already knew, he could feel it in his body. There was no saving Fabian because he was already gone.

- J U N E 1 9 7 9 -

Gideon had heard nothing from the Order in about six months. He wondered idly if they were laying low or if they had disbanded completely after such a tragic loss. Benjy and Caradoc had been his friends. He fought alongside them numerous times over the months they’d been in service together. He trusted them with his life, his brothers life. When Albus appeared on Emmeline’s doorstep some time in April, Gideon thought he must be dreaming. The old man sat him down while Emmeline was off at work and asked him if he wanted to remain a part of the coalition. He wouldn’t hold it against him if he didn’t. He asked Aberforth himself to resign, fearing for a similar loss of his own. Gideon considered resigning. He was out of shape from the past few months as he did little more than roam around with Emmeline. He didn’t train anymore, didn’t practice defensive magic. He would need to start working hard in order to be ready again. Could he do it without Fabian? He honestly wasn’t sure. But knowing his brother and how he would feel about him letting himself go to such waste, he couldn’t bring himself to say no. Heaving a great sigh, as though he weren’t entirely sure it was a good idea, Gideon shook his head. “I’m not resigning. I have to be there.”

← C O N N E C T I O N S →

← Emmeline Vance

Albus had taken Fabian’s body to Saint Mungo’s to be prepared. He told Gideon he would make the funeral arrangements for him. He could tell that he was trying to take some of the burden off of him and Gideon was grateful. They all asked him to stay, told him he was free to grieve in peace at Arabella’s house, but he couldn’t be there anymore. He couldn’t breathe it was so stuffy. Gideon apparated right into the middle of Charing Cross Road, unaware, uncaring of who might see him. He found his way to the Leaky Cauldron and bought a bottle from the keeper there. He wandered around West End until he found the bottom of it. It broke against the pavement with a shatter as he stumbled his way down the road. Gideon wasn’t completely sure how, but he found himself outside Emmeline’s house at the end of the night. He force himself into the gate and tripped over a chair on his way up to the door. Before he knew it, he was on the ground, huddled against the front door from the chilling wind around him. Gideon didn’t know if Emmeline was inside or not, never got the chance to knock on the door. But he figured she would’ve heard him if she was. His head bobbed, eyes glided shut and he dozed off until an offensively bright light brought him back to earth however long later. “Emme?” He’d said, a deep, deep down part of himself scolding him for being so vulnerable to attack that night. It was just Emmeline, though. His friend, Emmeline. She helped him to his feet and inside her house. He’d started spilling the truth to her before she even asked for it. It took him a moment, but once he started talking, he couldn’t actually stop. Dumbledore told him they’d have to come up with a cover story, but he found himself unable to lie to her. In fact, he wanted her to know. He needed to tell someone that hadn’t been there, to let some air out of his chest. She had been so still, eyeing him tenderly but from a distance. It wasn’t what he wanted, so bold as he was in that moment, he asked for it. He pulled her in and let himself cry for the first time in years. And once he started, so did she and neither of them were truly able to stop until well into the next day. Before he knew it, he was there all the time. Gideon couldn’t bring himself to return to the flat he shared with Fabian and he knew that Emmeline understood that. There was part of him that didn’t want to overstay his welcome, but a bigger part that wanted (needed) to rely on her company every night.

← Amelia & Edgar Bones

Amelia and Edgar Bones were twins. He remembered them from school, but he had never actually known them personally. He would observe them endlessly and in this, find both a likeness and a vast difference between their relationship and his with Fabian. The love was there. They had a bond only twins could understand, but the partnership was absent. Amelia acted more like a caretaker than a sibling, and in turn Edgar seemed to need more from her than she could give. They weren’t a balanced scale, they didn’t know each other’s next move, couldn’t read directly into the brainwaves the other sent like Fabian and Gideon could. Despite these things, being around them wasn’t any easier. Their birthday was a mere two weeks after his own, the first one he had to spend with them and without his brother. Amelia was sweet and had a good head on her shoulders. She was quick on her toes and a good dueler, but she didn’t know real loss and that was completely evident to Gideon. Edgar, likewise, was good at storytelling. He was obviously hiding something from his sister that made him paranoid and inconsistent. Maybe it was a mean thought, but Gideon found them a sorry excuse for twins and they made the hole in his heart throb like it was still a brand new wound.

→ Frank Longbottom

Frank Longbottom had been the gangling boy that shared a dorm with them. They met on the first day, immediately taking a liking to each other. Frank told the twins about his best friend Alice and her cool roommate, Emmeline, and the five of them became and odd pair. Of course, no one could rival the bond between brothers or life long friends, but they enjoyed each other nevertheless. They remained friends all through school and upon graduating, took part in Frank and Alice’s wedding. They helped them move their stuff in together, threw them a large engagement party with a large variety of alcohol that Frank guessed was somehow stolen. They drifted apart naturally when life got busy. Frank and Alice were in the auror program, Fabian and Gideon were in the Order and weren’t allowed to talk about it, Emmeline was studying to be a healer. But the love was still there. Once the shock of initially losing Fabian wore off, Gideon realized he would have to tell their friends and family about Fabian’s death in a way that didn’t give anything away, all the while honoring the fact that his brother died a valiant soldier. It seemed like an impossible task at the time, but he managed to do it. Frank had been the hardest. Instead of telling him the ‘official’ story, he gave him a small piece of the truth. “I can’t tell you how,” he’d admitted. “But he died a hero.”

→ Alice Longbottom

Gideon had never been exceedingly close to Alice. In school she had been Frank’s best friend and Emmeline’s roommate. Then she became Frank’s girlfriend and later on, his wife. They were there every step of the way and cheered them on endlessly, but Alice and the twins never exactly got quality time alone together. They were a five-some, or they were Frank and Alice, Gideon and Fabian, Alice and Emmeline, or even Gideon, Fabian, and Emmeline. Rarely was there any Fabian, Gideon, and Alice. So despite the love she had for them and they for her, their relationship wasn’t deep. That is, until after they lost Fabian. Alice showed up at Emmeline’s place one night, expecting to find her. She had been called into work, however, and Gideon had been there alone. He had answered the door to her surprise and explained the situation. Alice left and Gideon went back to sitting in the silence, lost to the swirling, whirling thoughts inside his head. She had only been gone a few seconds when she returned, however, and when he answered the door this time, she pushed her way into the house and went immediately for the kettle on the stove. As she made them some tea, she flicked her wand and the furniture in the living room rearranged itself so that there was a large space on the floor covered in blankets and pillows. Alice carried the tea into the space and sat down, beckoning him over. As if in a daze, he obliged. She was shuffling a deck of exploding snap cards when he lowered himself across from her. She was smiling, but it was a little too casual. “What are you doing?” He was finally able to ask. She started dealing out the cards before them as she explained that Frank had been her biggest contributor to moving on from the death of her younger brother and all they would do was play games until she couldn’t hold her eyes open anymore. It was like someone had splashed Gideon in the face with cold water. He suddenly remembered that Alice had lost a sibling too, several years before. He asked her if she would be willing to talk about him, to which she replied that after such a stretch of time, she would be happy to. This led them to staying up well into the night talking about their lost siblings, then their living ones, then their parents and onto the rest of their families. After that, Gideon had an insurmountable love and admiration for Alice that wouldn’t likely be rivaled.

GIDEON PREWETT IS CURRENTLY CLOSED FOR APPLICATIONS.

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