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inthewindandinthewater · 4 months

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A Kiss, and Maybe Something More...

A/n: Hi! It's been a bit hasn't it? I've been a little busy with family gatherings and the holiday but happy New Year!!! This is just a little story with Remus, I've always had the idea in my head that Remus and baking just go together? I don't know, I kinda wanna write something where he's a GBB contestant, I just think it'd be so cute. Would y'all read that? anywho reader is painfully shy because.... she's me. I don't mean shy like cutesy shy, I mean like frozen in anxious fear of abandonment shy. I hope some of y'all can relate. Kisses - El

Summary: You intend to make bread, Remus intends for other things.

Warnings: a little steamy, reader gets their boundaries pushed a little but in a good, consensual way, reader is very very shy, not proof read.

A Kiss, and Maybe Something More…

“Okay, so that’s the dough finished. Now we just need to make the filling while it proves”

You’re whirling around the kitchen in a flurry trying to prepare the different elements for your babka. Baking had always been a hobby of yours, but after you met Remus it became a couples activity and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Remus helped where he could, often you got stuck in your own world mixing and kneading all while he watched. Not that he minded, he loved the look in your eye and the confidence of your movements, something about watching you do what you love with such practiced ease set his heart humming.

You breeze across the kitchen, barely moving your hip out of the way of the island on your way through. Going up on your tiptoes you reach up to one of higher shelves, your fingers just brushing the cinnamon before you feel a warmth against your back and a hand on your hip, effectively halting your movements.

Turning your head to side youre met with Remus’ profile as his larger hand brushes yours to side, grabbing the spice with an ease you could only dream of. He pulls the bottle down and hands it to you just as your eyes meet his and you're speechless. Before you can open your mouth to speak he leans down and pecks your lips before separating himself and walking to the opposite end of the kitchen to look over the recipe book.

It was little silent interactions like these that often left you frozen in place, waiting for the next beat. Remus on the other hand always seemed unaffected, likely because he was always the one to take initiative. He was the one doing the touching and the teasing and the flustering, it didn’t bother you, you had never been the kind of girl to be forward or overly affectionate. It didn’t come easy to you and you didn’t exactly have the practice he did; which, if you thought about it too much, made you sick.

It was this spiral of thoughts that led to a series of events so oddly out of character that your own boyfriend questioned the existence of bodysnatchers and fair folk. Timidly, with shaking hands and a racing heart that you tried to quell the only way you knew how, with more thinking, you made your way across the kitchen to him, all the while trying to convince yourself that you’re being ‘totally normal’.

When you reach him he’s still bent of the recipe, mumbling something under his breath that you don’t quiet understand. It takes you a moment to realize his muttering is in Welsh and you melt a little, he had a way of reverting back to his childhood tongue when he was really confused. You weren’t sure why but you found it so endearing, you didn’t understand a word but you liked to listen nonetheless.

That only cemented your decision to wrap your arms around his waist and tilt your head back to hook your chin over his shoulder. Almost instantly his mumbling ceased, a moment passed before he leaned back into your hold and rested his head against yours, “something wrong, cariad?” he says, his accent a little thicker than normal. You hum in response at first but decide against letting your shyness overtake you, “no, just wanted to hold you” you feel your cheeks start to burn at the admittance and almost start to chastise yourself for being so painfully shy.

Remus begins to turn in your hold and for a second you begin to doubt yourself, he had always said he found your shyness adorable. Did he like your reserved nature so much that this was too big a change? It seemed so simple just moments ago. But instead of pushing you away he simply wraps his arms around you and smiles down at you, “I wish you’d do more of it.” He says simple, relief floods you.

“I’ll try.” you say softly, struggling to find much of a voice under his gaze. He leans down and pecks your forehead before hooking a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him before kissing your lips once, twice, then a third longer, deeper time. Remus holds you close to him, as though you would pull yourself away at any moment and leave him forever. He knew he needed to be slow and steady with you, that you’d never been in a relationship or been involved with many guys at all but it was difficult when you were right there with your soft lips and sweet smile. Everything about you was so inviting, who would he be to refuse you.

“Please..” He mumbles against your lips, catching his breath for a moment “please do.” The giggle that breaks from you is so light that it makes one bubble out of his chest in time. It’s a sweet moment but a short one before his lips claim yours again and his hands travel up your body and to your cheeks, holding your face securely against his.

Your hands find purchase on his shoulders as his thread back through your hair, nails scratching lightly at your scalp. You sigh at the feeling, giving him the space to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring the sweet taste of the cream cheese filling you’d made prior. It makes you melt even further into him, letting your arms drape over his shoulder and your body go slack against his. He takes a step back to lean against the counter, pulling you along by waist.

You disconnect briefly, both of your chests heaving as he dips his head to mouth at the expense of your neck. You’d never gone past making out and this felt like another hurdle he was guiding you over in his own way. As he nipped at the skin of your jaw and ran his hands over your curves you felt your mind begin to slow, the rushing thoughts of doubt and inadequacy suddenly vacated and feelings of adoration took up residence.

Just as Remus’ hands slipped under the thick knit of your sweater and onto you flushed skin a shrill beeping invaded both of your senses. Remus winced at the harsh sound of the oven timer signifying that it was finished preheating. He sighed heavy against your neck and slowly lifted his head to look at you, “terrible timing” He says.

You gape at him, “It’s not my fault!” You say, “pardon me for trying to innocently bake some bread” you rib at him. “Ah, am I corrupting you?” he responds, cocking his head to the side with a cheaky little grin spread across his face. Suddenly you're once again very aware that his hands are still on your waist under your shirt, thumb rubbing circles into the skin. “I suppose I’ll go and let you bake in peace then.” He begins to withdraw, but he doesn’t get far before you’re pulling him back and pecking his lips, “you aren’t going anywhere until you finish what you started” you say matter of factly, “the bread can wait, I won’t.” Remus’ eyebrows nearly reach his hairline. “Where did my girl go?” he says fondly, shaking his head at you as his hands take their place under your sweater once again. You only smile up at him and shrug before pushing your finger through the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “I’d be happy to finish what I started” He says, kissing you once again

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #the maruaders #harry potter #no beta we die like half the characters in this gd fandom #oneshot #self insert #remus lupin x shy!reader

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alastairstom · 5 months

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Prompt: wessa, one of those fics where it's like their first Christmas with kids or with younger children because i think those are cool and from what I've seen you write the family dynamic very well

I'm going with younger children because Baby James >>>

"Stockings!" James Herondale, age three, cried as soon as he sprung out of bed on Christmas morning. Tessa chuckled as he bounded toward the fireplace and ripped the sock that Charlotte had knitted for him. A giant J set it apart from little Lucie's stocking, though she was far too young to truly appreciate the magic of the holidays.

"Did you know," Will told James in a grave tone, "that if you run too quickly through the house, pixies are likely to arrive next year and steal all of your gifts before you arise? They're an impish lot."

James glared daggers at Will as though he understood every word, and Tessa stifled a louder laugh. The expression was far too grave on his tiny face, and his eyes were far too wide for the serious expression that he was attempting. "Presents," he said insistently, and Will padded over in his slippers and ruffled Jamie's hair.

Tessa watched her little son reach into the stocking. The fabric moved as his chubby arm rifled through the tinsel that she had stuffed inside to create a magical sort of holiday ambiance.

Will plopped down beside him on the ground and winked. "Do you require assistance, cariad?

James gave him a blank look.

"You must utilize a more easily-comprehensible vernacular, William," Tessa said pointedly. Will's eyes shone in amusement.

"Do you need help?" Will tried again.

"Help," James agreed, handing the stocking off to Will.

"Very good," Will said. "Here's how it's done." He flipped the stocking over unceremoniously, and all of its contents fell on the floor beside James.

The young boy smiled up at his father widely, bringing the orange, plush goat, and picture book that had fallen out toward himself. He then picked up a handful of tinsel and tossed it at Will. Silver and red shreds stuck to his unruly hair, and Tessa willed herself to capture the moment in her mind forever as Will halfheartedly began to pick it out and throw it back onto James's lap. "Merry Christmas, Jamie bach," he said, and Tessa's heart warmed.

#wessa #will herondale #tessa gray #james herondale #drabble #winter drabbles

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thoughtfulbearpanda · 1 year

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bree/sel drabble #3

He shouldn't be here.

Sel's hands flex from where he stands in the threshold.

He should let her rest. She almost died for fuck's sake.

No, she did die. Right in his arms. It was like his entire world, his entire reason for living, for enduring, was being ripped from him.

Sel's eyes mist over at the memory and he hastily blinks them away.

No, not right now.

Sel takes a step forward, then another. And another. He was drawn to Bree , like a moth to a flame. He lost count to how many times he tried to fight this pull towards her. Back when he still suspected her to be a demon, deep down he knew she was most likely innocent. But the way she had overrided his senses, consumed his every thought convinced him otherwise.

Without him realizing, Sel found himself in the same position he was in only a day ago. Sel reaches out and turns over Bree's wrist, tracing over the veins there. He can feel the tingling in his fangs. He rubs his thumb over one of her veins and almost moans at the thrumming of power underneath her skin.

Sel licks his lips as he remembers the sure euphoria he felt while being enveloped in Bree's root. It was like ecstacy. It was a drug. She was a drug. A drug that he would happily take over and over again.

And damn it did he want to experience that feeling again. To be wrapped up in her. To taste her.

God, did he want her.

It's why he shouldn't be here. Sel knows his self-control is hanging on by a thread. He knows he doesn't trust himself with her. Hell, that moment in the bathroom almost tipped him over the edge. It took everything in him to not touch her skin. He recalled how close his thumbs were to her bare thighs. How the tiniest brush of her skin inflamed him. He remembers gripping the sink behind her tightly because in that moment he wanted nothing more than to grap her hip and hoist her onto that sink and make them both forget the world. If only for a moment.

And the worst part of it is, that it wasn't even the demon making him act that way.

It was all him.

Sel stops his ministrations and closes his eyes. He really, really shouldn't be here. She needs her rest. Hell, he needs to rest. But he can't.

Sel rubs his tongue along his still tingling fangs as he stares down at the rise and fall of Bree's chest.

Just a taste. Just one taste.

Sel slowly leans down and presses his lips to the veins on her wrist. Feeling greedy Sel allows the tip of his tongue to graze her skin, causing him to shudder. He pants against her skin before lifting his head.

He takes Bree in one last time. Eyes never leaving her face, Sel places a kiss to her palm.

"Come back to me, cariad."

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yes i rewrote this but the original will be back. @ashaligtwood inspired me w/ recent post about how sel always has to touch bree so i made this.

PSA: THE ORIGINAL POST WILL BE PART OF AN ACTUAL FIC THAT I AM WRITING FOR THESE 2

#panda writes #bree x sel #selbree #briana matthews #selwyn kane #tracy deonn #bloodmarked #legendborn #the legendborn cycle #these two have me in a chokehold

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shellyseashell · 1 year

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2022 FANFIC REC LIST

Thought I’d do something like this a few times a year where I rec fics I’ve read. Not all of these I read this year, but for my first rec post, thought I’d just share some of my favorites. Also if any of these authors have tumblrs and I didn’t tag them let me know I’d love to tag them, or tag them yourselves!

RIORDANVERSE

Seeker - first of a series, oc fic, about a kid who can sense danger and crashes the great prophecy, series is up to book 3 as of adding it here (July) I am emotionally attached to this series it’s one of the best things I’ve ever read

Phyrrhic - oc fic, twin children of Persephone who acted as spies during the Titan War, in progress. I am so emotionally attached to Calista it’s an issue

Second Chances - oc fic, four demigods die in the Battle of Manhattan and come back to life, in progress. They’re deaths are all so sad but they come back to life and ahshdhdhhdhhdhdhh

HUNGER GAMES

I posted another hunger games fic rec earlier this year with more fics so check that out if you want more

hell has frozen over by @dandelionsandviolets - 72nd Hunger Games. In progress. I love Evelyn so much. Her and Claire are so <3

As Long As I’m Burning by @heathercubedfic - Johanna’s point of view throughout the series, including her Games. 21/48 as of writing this I think. I love Johanna’s characterization so much it feels so realistic

TLC

literally anything by Elwin (@salt-warrior)

I know it’s one of Elwin’s but The Time it Takes to Fall changed me as a person so

THE WILDS

anything by @blinkaftermidnight

Curtain Call by @smileymikey - Toni is forced into a production of Romeo and Juliet, where she meets Shelby, in progress. I love Toni’s characterization it’s influenced how I think of her so much

haunted by @halcyon-hyacinth - leatin ghost hunter au! In progress

LEGENDBORN

I used to say I read basically every legendborn fic on ao3 but I haven’t read bloodmarked so I no longer have that claim. It was fun bragging rights while I had it.

Cariad - Sel and Bree make plans to find Nick, discontinued

Slow Magic - Bree and Sel save Nick, one shot. One of my favorites

Broken Trust - Lord Davis tells Sel the consequences of the second trial, one shot

A Quest is a Dangerous Thing - one shots with a connecting plot

We Deserve It - Nick, Bree, and Sel get together, one shot

AVATARVERSE

Legend of Haruko - story of the Avatar after Korra, in progress, book 4 (of 4) is almost done. I love it so much all the characters are so good and it feels like a natural continuation

The Rise of Rangi by @d7kyoshi - The Rise of Kyoshi through Rangi’s pov (has a sequel for The Shadow of Kyoshi). Absolutely amazing characterization of Rangi I love it so much

Sunstroke by @soupdots - Azula healing fic, 8/?. Azula is very in character and I love her so much

moonsoon season (book: air) by @maisazula - au where Azula is the Avatar. A lot of worldbuilding and really good writing.

FIRST KILL

Twelve Years - Cal and Jules see each other 12 years after their break up, one shot

because we are doomed - the raid goes a little differently, 2 chapters? maybe three

THE OWL HOUSE

(not) Oblivious - Luz tries to figure out who Amity wanted to ask to Grom. One shot. They are so so so cute

The mortifying ordeal of being known - Amity sleeps over at the Owl House and is very gay

AMPHIBIA

If I Die Before I Wake - when the Three-Stones-Deity sends Anne back, they send her back 5 years in the future. In progress and I love it so so so much

WILLOW (2022)

Knight of Coins, Page of Cups - canon compliant tanthamore one shots

In the Silence - Kit and Jade talk about what happened to Ballantine. So soft but so angsty.

invisible string - Jade and Kit love each other so so so much. One shot.

sorry to my unknown lover - Kit and Airk talk about their ideas of love. I love them so much I can’t wait until they get screen time together again. One shot.

put your lips close to mine, as long as they don’t touch - Kit really wants to kiss Jade. One shot.

I Suspected… - Kit uncovers the truth of Jade’s past

you’re on my mind - Jade turns down the Shining Legion for Kit. I love them so much. One shot.

and this house of mirrors - Kit joins the Crone. You have no idea how much I want this to be canon. One shot.

WEDNESDAY

indelibility by @foibles-fables - Enid gets scars from fighting Tyler. One shot.

#naia recs fics #riordanverse #the lunar chronicles #the wilds #avatar: the last airbender #the rise of kyoshi #first kill #the owl house #amphibia #willow 2022 #wednesday

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a-luran · 1 year

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8, 13, and 25 for the author asks ❤️

hello you!! ❤️

8) favourite genre to write

I always say horror and it is true but also I AM A LIAR. A DAMNED LIAR. IT'S ROMANCE. IT IS ROMANCE. (every romance is a ghost story, though. I can elaborate.)

13) your strengths as an author

I'm a very descriptive author and i count that as a strength!

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

I think about this wee thing I wrote every so often!:

Before the war, Arthur had been their neighbour. Familiar, ordinary. Sandy blonde hair and bright green eyes; always a step behind his sister, knuckles bruised and nose bloody from jumping between her and the world around them. A distinct shape in Alasdair’s periphery. Orbiting closer it would seem, whenever Alasdair looked away from long enough—slipping between the cracks until suddenly he was there, a step away and looking at him with a quiet sort of earnestness that he’d be half-inclined to call courage.

Arthur had tried to bum a cigarette off him once, on one of the rare occasions when he’d been out without Cariad. It is still one of Alasdair’s clearest memories of him from before. The serious furrow of his brow and the light blush on his cheeks. Gutsy slip of a thing, all of sixteen and so sure already of what he wanted.

Alasdair had blown out a cloud of smoke in his direction to make him squint and wrinkle his nose in distaste. Smiled and ruffled his hair fondly before sending him on his way. Kept Arthur’s indignant scowl tucked away behind his ribs like a maybe and kept an eye out for him from then onwards. There had been fewer bloody noses after that. And, sometimes, conversations—sitting on the front steps of Alasdair’s home until curfew, sharing a bottle of hard lemonade on Arthur’s birthday after stricter rations had been enforced.

Six months later, two men came, empty-eyed, and dragged Arthur’s sister away, shouting and kicking and crying down the street.

#freagradh #ask game #thank you for asking!#i feel kinda bad for never finishing that story but i showed it to a couple of people who had maybe too many criticisms for it so #i lost my confidence for a bit there

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celestemagnoliathewriter · 2 years

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next chapter coming up tomorrow. my eyes are drooping and if I keep working on the draft for ch 35 it will look like a hippogriff tried to write it.

ch. 34 for Cariad now available:

another little snippet!

“The usual books tonight,” Remus said, taking a seat in the living room. “Teddy’s sight reading a few more words. Fish, blue, yes, no…he’s doing quite well.”

“Mum’s been teaching him,” Tonks replied. “She mentioned the other day that he’s reading faster than I did, at his age.”

“I started reading at about his age, I think.” Remus frowned. “I wish my mum were here. Never thought I’d try to remember something like that.”

“Do you think she would’ve liked me?”

Remus lifted a brow at her. “I think so…why do you ask?”

“I haven’t been the best wife—”

“We’ve both made mistakes.”

“I know, but – I was with mum today. She’s so fucking bad at apologizing and admitting she’s wrong. I’m more like her than I thought…they always say you turn into your parents, don’t they?”

Remus snorted softly. “It gets worse the older you get.”

“I always thought I’d be more like dad…but becoming more like my mum…” Tonks shuddered and sat back on the couch, summoning a blanket to throw over her bare legs. “Anyway, it’s not really what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Remus’s expression changed immediately. This was something Tonks had gotten accustomed to over the last several weeks; every time she mentioned discussing something, he displayed a slight moment of panic before forcing himself to appear nonchalant. She knew it was killing him – the uncertainty of what she wanted their future to look like – but she hadn’t wanted to give him hope. Not yet.

#remadora #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #tonks x remus #remus x tonks #moony and dora #dora and moony #ronks #lupin x tonks #tonks x lupin

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lunapwrites · 2 years

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Omg I'm dying with the titles!!! Can I have something from "waiting room"?

Hi hello yes friend! <3 I am fairly certain this is another bit from LTL, but let me check...

OH NO. Ohhhhh this is from a VERY OLD version of the bathtub scene (still Remus POV!), before I ended up reworking a bunch of things. I'll note what changed under a cut, but uh. Here is a small, inoffensive snippet of this one lol

"I can't believe you did this." Dora snorted, squirting different coloured dyes into several small bowls. They'd broken out the good china for this exercise, he'd noticed. "I absolutely can." Sirius sighed dramatically, and Remus was beginning to suspect he'd somehow switched consciousness with his fifth-year self. "I just fancied a change." "Then paint some walls or something, you prat, not…" He trailed off, gesturing vaguely at Sirius' hair, which truly looked horrid. "Eugh, look, no offence, cariad, blond is not your colour." "You don't think it makes me look like my cousin? My dear old mother used to say we had the same cheekbones." He pursed his lips, tapping his cheek with his index finger. He did have lovely cheekbones, but that was rather beside the point. "Probably why she tried to marry me off to her, come to think of it." "Cissy had actual colour to her hair. This is… erm…" "White?" Dora supplied, grinning as though she weren't at least partially responsible. "Well, that's a word for it, isn’t it? Thank you Dora." Sirius scowled; the effect was rather ruined by how ridiculous he looked. Don't laugh, Lupin, you'll just get him all het up again. Whatever made him happy, right?

Right. "I’m never staying blond, ta very much." Dora winked at Remus, then grabbed Sirius' head firmly and turned him so he was looking straight down into his lap. "Too right you're not, now sit still so I can apply this."

OK, so if you want to see the changes...

This was the version where Remus ALSO sat down and let Dora dye his hair (he no longer does this.) Fun fact: this is what my PFP is from lol. I'm still a little sad I lost that bit, but. Oh well. It really wasn't that important.

The hearing never happened in this version, so Sirius was still trying to figure out a legal way to clear his name rather than Remus flinging himself at the situation like an angry cat.

The whole borderline alcoholism angle with Sirius was not addressed yet like it has been in LTL-canon, and the problem was going to be a lot worse. I decided to walk it back a little because he didn't really get the chance to full-on spiral down that particular well like he did in actual-canon.

This version takes place the same night the Weasley kids + Harry show up at Grimmauld Place. I pushed it up earlier in the month instead because it was WAY too messy and honestly I didn't want to put a bunch of anxious teens in the same house as a couple of inebriated adults. As I was writing it out, the discomfort overrode any comic value.

Sirius got to be The Adult In The Room, which... I ended up reworking as a concept into some better/healthier moments, since it's important for his character arc.

The discussion between Remus and Dora re: his past addiction issues was originally going to happen here, and Remus was also going to mentally draw parallels between his past and Sirius' current struggles. I felt it was a little too on the nose.

I had been laying the groundwork for actual UST between Dora and Sirius here, which no longer strictly lines up with where they're headed in LTL.

There was a photograph of Remus with green hair. I will be working this into LTL canon SOMEWHERE, or so help me XD

Remus took paint thinner to Walburga's portrait, and Dora drew a dick on her with a sharpie which she couldn't scream about, owing to no longer having a mouth. While the scene is hilarious, I could not in good conscience keep this as is, and the writing in the dialogue is so genuinely terrible I want to cry lol. (Not like the words they're saying are bad, just I was still in the "need to write the way they sound" mode, and it just isn't a good look, it's going back in the hole forever.)

There's probably some other changes here but yeah, just generally tone and trajectory and pacing and plot alllllll changed from where this was at initially lol.

Thank you for the ask!!

#ask game #responses #giant massive plot rework #deleted scene #the quarantine mood chapter that never was #sirius black #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #ltl #ot3 #hp #writing #my writing #old writing #definitely didn't ninja-edit so the formatting didn't get confusing.

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nuggets-and-french-fries · 2 years

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Taron Egerton: Boy or Girl (Two Lines) ~Part 2.

Note: This is the second part to an imagine I wrote for a follower of mine on Wattpad. I hope that you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I would also like to preface this by saying that there is a fake Instagram post at the end of this imagine. It is not not meant for malicious intent, it is purely for storyline purposes which means that I will not be sharing how I made it or what website I used.

Now, onto the story, enjoy!

*”I’m proper brickin’ it.” = “I’m shitting myself with nerves and fear etc.”

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For the last eight months, y/n had endured some of the worst pregnancy symptoms imaginable. Backaches, nausea, break outs, heartburn, food cravings, food aversions, sleep insomnia, horrendous nightmares, leg cramps, restless legs, sinus issues due to increased blood flow, frequent urination. You name it, y/n had it all and she was beyond miserable. Nothing she tried would take her aches and pains away, not even Taron -who desperately wanted to help- could do anything.

The one thing that y/n did cherish was Taron being home when he wasn’t busy with work which let’s face it, wasn’t very often. His schedule was jam packed and had caused him to miss appointments and ultrasounds which broke his heart. He was grateful that y/n had sneakily recorded a few little clips for him to watch later.

Tonight was no different. Taron had come home from work rather late and crawled into bed where y/n was watching tv and trying to make herself tired.

“How was work?” She asked, not taking her eyes off the tv. Taron shrugged and yawned.

“Boring. I would much rather be home helping you around the house and whatnot.” He replied. Y/n smiled and shook her head.

“All I do is lay around and eat what I can. I’m practically a fat and lazy koala.” She said. Taron burst out laughing.

“I thought I was the koala in this relationship. Cute, cuddly and fucking viscious.” He teased, adding a playful growl. It was y/n’s turn to laugh hysterically. The couple falling into hearty guffaws at their silliness.

Not surprisingly, Taron was the first one to fall asleep which left y/n laying in a pitch black room, wondering what the next day would hold for her. She knew that she had a list of things to do such as laundry, dishes etc. but she had no idea where she would find the strength or energy to do any of it.

Y/n sighed and turned over, hoping that she would get some sleep.

“Taron, have you seen my iron supplements?” Y/n asked as she rubbed her belly for the millionth time that morning.

“Medicine cabinet.” He replied as he yawned and scratched his head, messing up his hair and making it stick out at odd ends even more.

Y/n sighed and nodded.

“What are you doing?” Taron asked when he felt her lean into his back.

“I don’t feel good.” She whined. Taron wanted to reply but y/n moaned and hugged his waist tighter. He knew right then that something wasn’t right. It was her way telling him she just wanted to cuddle because she was either sick or feeling low.

“Come here.” Taron said as he moved to properly hug y/n. She rested her head on his chest.

“I love you.” Y/n whispered as she felt Taron’s hands rub her back gently. Taron kissed the top of her head.

“I love you too Cariad.” Taron mumbled. Both of them enjoying each other’s embrace.

“I don’t think our baby likes me.” Y/n said sadly. Taron hummed and smiled against y/n’s hair.

“What makes you think that?” Taron asked.

“They keep making me wet myself and causing my belly so much pain.” She responded. Taron’s heart stopped and he cleared his throat.

“Y/n, are you sure you’re not in labor?” He asked, trying to keep his cool. She shook her head.

“It feels more like indigestion and the liquid is the consistency of pee.” She explained but Taron wasn’t convinced.

“How about we have a bath and then I can help you with washing the baby’s clothes and whatnot.” Taron offered. Y/n hummed in contentment.

“That sounds amazing, baby. Thank you.” She said as she lifted her head to kiss his lips tenderly.

Taron helped y/n into the warm bubbly water before going downstairs to get some little treats and of course some nice hot sweet tea which had been the most recent food craving.

He wasn’t downstairs too long but by the time he got back to the bathroom, y/n had a pained look in her eye and shack was etched into her features. He quickly placed the items down and was at her side.

“What’s wrong honey?” He asked, feeling his anxiety levels rise.

“I think my water just broke.” She answered as calmly as she could. Taron gulped.

“What!” He shrieked. If she wasn’t so terrified, she would have burst out laughing at his tone.

“I don’t know what to do. I’m scared.” Y/n admitted. Taron had to shake himself out of it and put his acting skills to work and paint on a confident persona.

“I’m not going to lie to you, I’m proper brickin’ it right now but we’re going to take it as it comes. How are you feeling besides being scared? Any pain?” He asked. Y/n was surprised that he was able to remain as calm as he appeared despite admitting he was shitting himself.

“I’ve been in pain since before you came home last night.” Y/n told him. Taron nodded and took a deep breath.

“Well given that information you nutter, I think we should head to the hospital and get you checked out.” Taron replied. Y/n nodded and held her hands out for help.

Four hours and multiple contractions from hell later, y/n was propped up in a hospital bed with an IV sticking out of her arm whilst Taron scrolled through his phone on the makeshift bed he had set up not long after they got to their room.

“Taron, what if something is wrong with this one.” Y/n questioned as she rubbed her monitor strap clad belly. Taron put his phone down and made his way over to his girlfriend.

“Nothing is wrong, my darling. They seem happy with everything and you know I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to either of you.” He countered. Y/n wanted to reply but her body was slammed with another contraction.

Taron held her hand and brushed her hair back gently as she breathed through the excruciating wave of pain.

“You’re doing so well babe. Just breathe.” He coached as he watched the monitor for when the contraction was ending.

“I hate this so much, Taz.” Y/n cried. She was so tired and she just wanted labor to be over. SHe wanted to hold her baby close and pepper little kisses on their tiny head and tiny hands.

“You are so close to the end. You are so strong and you got this. I know you do.” He whispered, kissing her lips lovingly.

“Can you get a nurse. I want to see if I’ve progressed past 3cms.” Y/n mumbled as she closed her eyes to catch her breath.

Taron pressed the call button and soon enough a nurse came all prepped and ready to check her patient.

“Ok y/n, let’s see how you’re doing, precious.” Nurse Mila said. Y/n nodded and reached for Taron.

The nurse took her time in checking y/n to make sure she wasn’t missing anything and when she was satisfied that y/n’s body was progressing, she took off her gloves and gave the younger woman a warm smile.

“Please tell me that something has happened.” Y/n said. The nurse smiled.

“Y/n, you are advancing beautifully. I would say that within the next couple hours, you’ll be holding your little one.” The nurse replied.

“What does that mean?” Taron asked.

“Y/n is 9 cms dilated.” The nurse smiled confidently. Y/n felt her nerves fire at her. SHe had no idea what would happen when the baby was born. She was only 34 weeks and she had so many articles online about how babies would be kept in the NICU for precautions.

“Will the baby be in the NICU when they’re born?” Y/n asked.

“The baby’s vitals are very strong and haven’t faltered. There is nothing saying that your little one will be going there. Have no fear, angel. All will be well.” Nurse Mila replied. She had been doing her job for more than 30 years and was confident that y/n and her baby would be more than ok.

Just as Nurse Mila had said, y/n was one push away from meeting the one little person she had dreamt about all her life.

She was so excited to teach the baby how to walk, talk, crawl, throw a ball, dance, build things with Lego etc. She wanted all the things and the faster she pushed, the faster she could kiss the chubby cheeks she had seen in ultrasounds for the last eight months.

“That’s it y/n. You’re so strong.” Taron coached as he held y/n’s leg back as she pushed with all her might.

��Alright my dear, take another breath and give me a small push.” The doctor instructed. Y/n nodded her head and gently pushed.

“That’s it. Good job.” Taron said as he peeked to where the doctor was working to free the baby from its umbilical cord. The baby wailing at the top of it’s little lungs as it was lifted onto its mother’s chest..

“Oh my fuck!” Y/n cried as the baby glared up at her. Taron was a blubbering mess but was so ecstatic that he was finally a dad.

“Taron, I did it.” Y/n said as she cried happy tears and caught her breath. He nodded and leaned down to give her a congratulatory kiss.

“I love you so much.” Taron said after breaking their sweet kiss. y/n weepily smiled up at him.

“I love you too.” She replied.

“So mummy, what did you have?” Nurse Mila asked as she repositioned y/n’s pillow.

Y/n carefully lifted the baby’s leg and started crying again.

“It’s a girl.” Y/n announced. Taron started giggling through his tears and gave the baby a small kiss on her forehead.

“Welcome to the world, Bella Jade.” The couple said in unison before smiling at each other cheerfully.

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imherongraystairstrash · 3 years

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I know you write about relationships in TLH and TID that are rarely/seldom touched on in the books or extras, but I wanted to know if you would consider a Christopher and Thomas Lightwood fic. Maybe the first time they are both in the lab and Thomas experiences the first of the many explosions which Kit unintentionally created. You could follow it up with another scene: Thomas pointing out to Christopher what had led up to the explosion (a misidentified component or measurement).

Of course! I absolutely adore the Lightwood cousins! I put a tiny bit of all of them in this fic, but it's mostly focused of Thomas and Kit :)

Thomas and Kit:

Thomas’ sisters have been giggling for what felt like days. Not only giggling, but they kept pestering him, asking about what men fancied the most in women.

Oh, Tommy, do men like shorter hair or longer hair?

Do men prefer a woman who speaks softly or says what’s on her mind?

Thomas would always say the same thing: I don’t know.

Because, really, he didn’t. He’d never thought of women in that way, though the angel knew he’d tried. He simply couldn’t. His mind told him to like one thing, but his heart said otherwise. It was frustrating. And very confusing.

“Why can’t you just be yourselves?” Thomas said. “Who cares what the men think?”

They giggled again, which made Thomas furrow his eyebrows.

“Don’t you understand, Tom? You have to lure them in by attracting their attention, and then, once you have them wrapped around your finger—”

“Then, you can show your true colors.” Barbara finished.

“That’s a terrible idea.” Thomas said. “You’re just wasting your time.”

They both shook their heads in perfect synchronization.

“He’s too young.” Eugenia said.

“And innocent.” Barbara replied.

Thomas rolled his eyes as they giggled again, and began discussing possible bachelors.

Thomas could only tolerate two minutes before he felt suffocated and stood up, frustrated.

“Wait, we still need you.” Eugenia said.

“Where are you going, Tommy?” Barbara asked.

“Out.” He snapped, taking his coat from the hanger and tugging it on. He let the door close behind him, ignoring his urge to slam it, and quickly made his way down the steps of his house.

The cold air bit into his skin and made its way to his neck and down his back. He silently cursed his sisters for making him leave in such a rush that he forgot to take his scarf.

Thomas walked down the streets of London, letting movement cool his head.

He was tired of the world. Angry at it. The way his sisters embraced it and tried their very best to be a part of it. The way it would force him to live his life differently, with someone he could never truly love.

He wished it would disappear, leave him alone, and yet it was always there, floating over his head like a shadow.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, and briskly crossed the street.

Most days, Thomas missed Idris; walking barefoot through the forest and simply being outside in the clean, rich air. In Idris, if he wanted to be alone, he could. He could lay on the grass and fill his lungs with it’s wonderful scent, or climb a tree and hum melodies of his own creation. Of course, he liked the fact that in London, he could be with his friends, but there are some things even friends can’t quite help with. His friends could calm his mind the way the soft breeze that ruffled his hair or singing of birds could.

Thomas didn’t realize where he was going until he was standing in front of his Aunt and Uncle’s house.

He knocked on the door, and when nobody answered, he shrugged and opened it.

He made his way through the house, poking his head in certain rooms, trying to find one of the residents. It was usually quiet today. He looked into the parlor and found Cecily with her back to him. She was swaying back and forth, her hair falling from it’s bun.

“Hello, Aunt Cecy.” Thomas said.

Cecily turned, and smiled when she saw him. Her eyes had bags under them, as she and Uncle Gabriel were very tired these days, the reason for which was soundly snoozing in Cecily’s arms. Thomas’ new baby cousin, Alexander (whom Kit had informed Thomas was very loud) apparently has lungs of steel. Cecily had said she looked like a raccoon these days, but Thomas thought she still looked as pretty as always. “Oh, hello Thomas. Have you come to see Christopher?” She asked, rearranging Alex’s blanket.

Thomas nodded, “is he here?”

“In his room. He’s been awfully quiet today.” She said, simply. Then she furrowed her eyebrows, as if realizing what she’d just said.

“Do make sure he's not partaking in something foolish while you’re there, Thomas, would you?”

“Yes, Aunt.” Thomas said, making his way up the stairs.

He hadn’t wanted to come any closer to his baby cousin, for fear that he’d wake him, and Aunt Cecy would have to put him to sleep again.

Thomas waved at Uncle Gabriel as he passed him in the study, as he walked down the hall. Gabriel waved back half-heartedly, as if the life had been sucked out of him.

When Thomas opened the door to Christopher’s room, he found him bent over the table in his room.

“You’re going to hurt your back if you stand like that.” Thomas said as a way of greeting.

His cousin looked up immediately.

“Shut the door,” he hissed.

Surprised and confused, Thomas did so, and Kit straightened.

“What ho! How wonderful that you are here, Tom. I was working on something fascinating.”

“Is it related to science in any way, because last time you tried something like it, you blew up one of Henry’s walls.”

“That was because I made a simple mistake.” Kit said, with a wave of his hand. “This time it’s different.”

Thomas wasn’t very convinced. He noted Kit’s askew cravat, his tousled hair, his glasses that sat crooked on his nose and his wide-eyed gaze and concluded that his cousin has officially lost his head.

“Why did you look like I’d committed the largest sin on the planet when I left the door open?” Thomas said, deciding to change the subject.

Kit scowled. “Alexander.”

Thomas blinked. “You’ll have to be a little bit more specific than that.”

“Any small amount of noise and Alexander will cry for hours.” Christopher said, scrawling something on a paper. “At least this way I don’t have to hear the racket so much.”

“Oh,” Thomas said.

“I don’t know why Mum and Dad even wanted another baby. They’re demonic creatures.”

“I thought you liked Alex.”

“When he didn’t cry so much.” Kit said, rather darkly.

Thomas had never seen his cousin so…gothic? Not only was he strangely gothic, but he has also thrown himself into science experiments, which didn’t settle well with Thomas. It was as if he were a mad scientist and Thomas, who’d read Frankenstein, didn’t think those two words were ever a good combination.

He cast an uneasy glance at Kit, who was biting his bottom lip as he combined two solutions.

“Kit, what are you even trying to accomplish?”

“Oh, erm, actually, I don’t know. I’m just observing what will happen if you combine— Oh, that’s not good,” Kit said.

“What’s not good?” Thomas asked, just as a large explosion answered the question for him.

“What the Hell was that?!” They heard Gabriel’s frantic voice call from the hall, just as Alexander began wailing and Cecily let out a noise that started out as frustration, then became something halfway between confusion and worry. Christopher, covered in soot, simply stared, dumbfounded, at the place where the vial had once been.

“Erm…” Thomas said, unsure of how to answer the question his uncle asked.

Not that it mattered, as Gabriel burst into the room a few seconds later. Much like his son, he blinked and just stared at the explosion site for the moment it took Cecily to come inside with a red faced Alexander in her arms. The latter was rubbing at his puffy eyes with his small fists, clearly not happy to have been woken up from his nap in such a way.

“Christopher Gideon Gabriel Lightwood, what in the name of Raziel have you done?” Cecily said, not hysterically, like most parents might ask, but more so weary, as though she wasn’t entirely surprised by the fact that there was an explosion in her residence on a Sunday morning.

Kit shrugged, still staring at the explosion site.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Thomas said, “but are these chemicals toxic? Shouldn’t we be evacuating?”

And for the first time in Thomas’ life, he saw his Uncle Gabriel and Aunt Cecily exchange a wide-eyed expression before Cecily ordered them all out of the room and briskly led them down the hallway.

She knocked on Anna’s door as they passed it. “Cariad, make haste, we’re evacuating the house.”

“Why?” Anna asked in a bored and strangely breathless voice, as if she were dancing.

“Your brother caused an explosion. Did you really not hear it?” Gabriel said.

“Oh, that’s what that was?”

“Yes, now come outside before you start glowing in the dark from the toxic fumes.” Cecily said firmly.

Anna groaned. “Alright. Let me get dre— I mean, I’ll be right down.”

Cecily sighed and continued down the hall.

…

Thomas waited outside with the Lightwoods, Anna climbing out of her window a short while later, not bothering to straighten her simple dress as she landed. If either Gabriel and Cecily were by any means surprised by Anna’s exit, neither remarked upon it. Nor did they mind that Anna was barefoot or that her wavy hair was unbound, waving in the wind like an ebony banner.

Gabriel and Cecily were simple folk, in that sense. They didn’t waste time trying to make their children conform to society, they just let them roam free.

Well, except for now, as they were scolding Kit, Cecily forbade him from any sort of experimentation within their house. They may differ from parents in many ways, but they were still parents, regardless.

Anna slumped down beside Thomas, watching the house.

“Another day, another dollar in the Lightwood residence.” Anna said mournfully.

Thomas just stared blankly ahead.

“One of these days, Tom, I’m going to get my own flat.”

Thomas nodded.

“And you can have my room here.” Anna said.

Thomas snorted. “Your room is pink. Very pink.”

Anna pressed her lips together. “Believe me, I’m aware.”

When Kit was done being scolded, he came over to them. Anna patted the grass next to where she was sitting and Kit plopped down beside her.

“How angry are they?” Anna asked.

Kit just frowned.

“At least they’re not disappointed.” Anna said, ruffling his hair.

Kit just pressed his lips together, identical to the way his sister had done shortly before. Anna and Kit looked very alike, despite their coloring. They always denied it, of course, just as Thomas always denies it when others say that he looks like his sisters.

“Well, you two are a dull bunch.” Anna said, getting up. “If neither of you are going to talk, I might as well leave.”

They watched her go to her father, most likely making a joke as she walked and despite everything that happened, Gabriel chuckled.

Kit scooted closer to Thomas, who put a hand on his cousin’s back.

“Maybe next time, you should study the chemicals better.” Thomas said, “see how they react to other chemicals. I don’t think spontaneity is something scientists encourage.”

Kit looked up.

“And maybe don’t do it in your room?” Thomas said.

Christopher nodded.

Thomas looked straight ahead, and they sat in a comfortable silence.

“Do you really hate Alex?” Thomas asked after a while.

“Not really.” Kit said. “He is just vexing sometimes.”

Thomas huffed a laugh. “I feel the same about Genia and Babs sometimes, if that makes you feel better.”

“I still like Alex, though.”

Thomas hummed. “Yes, I still love my sisters too.”

Thomas leaned back on his hands and closed his eyes. He may not be in Idris, but at least he still had his family. He may be different and the rest of the world might shun him, but at least his parents would still love him.

At least he was alive, and though sometimes it wasn’t always perfect, life was still good.

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trealamh · 2 years

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Rules: Write the latest line from a WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

Thank you for tagging me @bougietalia ! I'm a terrible cheat so instead of a line, have this wee snippet instead. tagging @rainbowfruitpastilles if you fancy!

from Trimmer (a dystopia AU, wip)

Before the uprisings, before the war, Arthur had been simply their neighbour. Sandy blonde hair and bright green eyes; always a step behind his sister, knuckles bruised and nose bloody from jumping between her and the world. A distinct shape in Alasdair’s periphery. Orbiting closer it would seem, whenever Alasdair looked away from long enough—slipping between the cracks until suddenly he was there, a step away and looking at him with a quiet sort of earnestness that he’d be half-inclined to call courage.

Arthur had tried to bum a cigarette off him once, on one of the rare occasions when he’d been out without her. It is still one of Alasdair’s clearest memories of him from before. The serious furrow of his brow and the light blush on his cheeks. Gutsy slip of a thing, all of sixteen and so sure already of what he wanted.

Six months later, four men in plainclothes and military-issue boots dragged Cariad away and Alasdair had found Arthur kneeling on the glass of a shattered window.

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cariadlovescodwomen · 6 months

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still embarrassed, and still not good at this 😭

doing farah’s hair (gn!reader) (romantic)

warning(s): none that i’m aware of

i sincerely apologise for any grammatical or linguistic errors! short because my writing’s not good enough for a full fic yet (or ever, lol) <3

you gently took strands of her hair, collecting them to make the plait she’s been seen with many times before. she’s quiet, she usually is. you’ve come to learn that actions speak louder than words with farah.

you hummed softly, you couldn’t help but let the stupid smile on your face grow. if she could see it, she’d surely tease you. but, while the quiet is nice, you wanted to hear her voice, so, you attempted to start a conversation.

“hey, farah?” you called her name. “yes?” her voice was always hypnotic to you. “why’d you let me do your hair? i’m not complaining, but you usually do it yourself, don’t you?” she hummed for a moment, before speaking, “i’ve seen you staring. i thought it would be nice to let you do it for me.” is that so?

“well, if i get to be near you, i don’t mind what we’re doing.” you responded, your tone slightly teasing. a short laugh escaped her. “you can be so sappy at times.” the smile on your face brightened. “so can you, don’t act like your above me!” her laugh was melodious.

“that’s not how i meant it at all, you know that.” you could hear the smile in her voice. “hm, whatever you say.” you replied. farah leaned into your touch, but still leaving enough space for you to continue your work.

being with you took some of the stress off of her shoulders. and after everything farah’s been through, she deserved more than just some time away from the chaos of her work. you’d always admired farah. the way she led her people, the way she fought for what was right. there was not a dash of selfishness in her being.

farah knew you held her very high, and she hoped you knew how much she admires you in return. she hoped you truly understood the extent of her love and loyalty to you.

as you were getting lost in thought, she seemed to notice. “are you okay?” her voice came out in a somewhat-whisper. you blinked hard, returning your focus to her hair. “ah, yeah, yeah, sorry ‘bout that.” you replied, looking down at her hair, you were almost done. “i hope you weren’t zoned out for long, i want my hair to at least look decent.” she teased, humour in her voice.

you laughed in response, finishing up her hair, and going to get a mirror. “it looks great! don’t you trust my hairstyling?” she watched you fetch a mirror, love and affection in her stare. “i’m only teasing you.”

as you sat back down and showed her your job well-done, she smiled and took one of your hands in her own. “thank you for doing this.” she spoke, her voice soft. you smiled back, but didn’t verbally respond.

farah was a very busy woman, so getting time like this was rare. you and farah both cherished the alone time you had together deeply. no amount of words or actions could ever cover the love you and farah shared.

as hours in her company went by, you were cuddled into each other as some film played that neither of you were really paying attention to. as you started slipping into the dream world, you heard her whisper, “good night, my love.” as she looked over at you, the soft smile on your face implied you heard her words before falling asleep.

this line of work is a dangerous one, and farah would be damned if she didn’t spend every minute she had with you wisely. she knows your life, or hers, could be taken in minutes, but she would do anything she could to keep you safe, and to keep herself fighting.

she turned the television and the lights off, before returning to bed. she pulled herself under the covers, wrapping her arms around your body, feeling content as she then fell asleep herself.

(note - how on earth do you guys do this? and so well?? i’m so insanely envious of people who can write 😭. i love farah so much, she deserves so much more from this stupid fandomm)

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aprilsrant · 4 years

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Cariad | Young!Remus Lupin x Slytherin!Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: (Y/N) absolutely hates when professors make their students work in pairs, but the outcome of this particular project may not be so bad.

WORD COUNT: 2,971, more or less.

REQUEST: can i request another half-blood slytherin reader x remus where she tries to learn welsh for him and i hope you can include smth with the lovespoon!

This was requested by @cantstopmebitch Thank you so much for requesting something, I hope you enjoy it!

WARNINGS: a kiss? And nothing else I think.

A/N: Please remember English is not my first language, so if there are any mistakes, let me know! In this fic, I’ve used some Welsh words, which I didn’t know a single thing about so I did some research but it may be wrong, so sorry if these are not correct!

Masterlist.

You can always reblog to help me or request something you’ll like.

TRANSLATIONS: the title, cariad, means “love, affection, lover, darling”; the phrase fy annwyl un means “my dear one”; and the last one, fy nghariad aur means “my golden darling”.

Advanced Arithmancy Studies, or simply Arithmancy, was not the most interesting subject Hogwarts offered as an elective course for sixth and seventh years, hence why there weren’t many people taking it, but (Y/N) seemed to be a natural — according to the professor’s opinion — and she loved being good at things without trying too much or else she would lose any interest immediately.

Sitting down on one of the desks at the back of the classroom, she left her brown leather satchel on the cobblestone floor. (Y/N) watched as the students took their usual seats and started to chat with their partner, but all conversations were shut down by the loud voice of the professor, an old and strict woman who didn’t seem to have control of her voice’s volume as she was always screaming and someone who didn’t have any consideration with those who forgot to do her assignments.

The minute the woman’s body was an inch inside the classroom, she began to give directions about a project expected for next week and how they would have to work in pairs, (Y/N)’s eyes rolling to the back of her head upon hearing the news. She absolutely detested working with other people for two reasons: the first one being that, if they happen to be from a different House, they would judge her for being a Slytherin; and the second, because she was always the one ending up doing it all on her own, but that was mostly her fault. She wanted to be in control all the time if it was something related to school.

Once again, (Y/N) was observing how some of her classmates changed desks so they could work with whoever they wanted. No one took the empty seat beside her. She never minded being alone in this class (none of her close friends capable of dealing with the intensity of it or not being too interested in numbers), she was not going to start now. It was better anyways, not having a partner meant less headaches.

But, apparently, the odds were not in her favor.

A diveleshed looking Remus Lupin crossed the entrance door with his arms full of books, parchments and quills; uniform poorly accommodated and a sad dog look on his eyes, definitely trying to avoid the professor’s rage for being late. His lips curved into a hesitant smile, that to (Y/N)’s opinion came out more as a grimace, and when she thought they all were about to hear a pathetic and improvised excuse from Perfect Remus, the old witch shook her hand into a dismissive gesture and signalised the wooden chair next to the Slytherin girl while she informed him about the task.

Now that Lupin was beside her, shoulders almost touching, she took a closer look at him. (Y/N) had the impression he was sick because of the dark circles below his dull brown eyes, his skin a lot more paler than usual, and the small noise that left his mouth once he sat down, like his chest hurted. She had also noticed scratches and scars on his neck and cheeks, but kept quiet about them too. It wasn’t her place to ask.

The first ten minutes passed slowly, neither of them uttering a word, and listening to the expectations the professor had for the project. Well, more like (Y/N) was the one actually listening, because Remus was busy running through his things while leaving them scattered all around their shared desk and muttering curses under his breath. She watched him with a weirded out expression on her face, eyes narrowing and eyebrows furrowing with her mouth pressed on a thin line, while he read the first lines of a parchment and then, obviously not being what he was looking for, leaving it on her side.

“You forgot the essay, didn’t you?,” she leaned closer to him and whispered in the boy’s ear. He turned around to look at her, but it wasn’t necessary for him to confirm it, (Y/N) already knew she was right.

Picking her satchel from the floor, she took her own assignment, grabbed one piece of empty parchment and, making sure the professor wasn’t looking in their direction, she muttered a spell under her breath. Instantly, the black paragraphs on her paper copied and travelled to the empty one. With another flick of her wand, some of the words transformed, other changed places and a few of them even disappeared. Grabbing one of Lupin’s parchment that had his calligraphy, and corroborating once more the old witch had her back turned to them, (Y/N) copied his writing style to transfer it to the parchment she had just enchanted. With a proud smile on her face, she handed it to him.

Lupin’s face was now a little brighter, of course he still had those horrendous bags, but it was an improvement. His eyes wide and shining with interest, his face less tired and his mouth opened in surprise.

“How did you do that?”

“One of my cousins taught me. Him and his friends had been perfectioning this spell for a long time now,” she mumbled, trying not to catch the other’s attention, while she shrugged her shoulders.

“That was amazing,” an astonish sound accompanying his words, “thank you, by the way, for helping me.”

“Oh no, I don’t accept thank you’s.” (Y/N) sat straighter on her chair, beaming at him while she crossed one of her legs on top of the other. Before he had the chance to ask what she meant, she spoke again. ”I did you a favor, now you owe me one.”

And after that particular conversation, Remus’s and (Y/N)’s destinies were sealed in an unbreakable and everlasting bond.

That following week was spent in the safety of the Room of Requirement, the place where none of their friends would bother them if they happened to see them together, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin, working together. (Y/N) believed it was stupid at first, not going to the library because someone may or may not catch them in such a forbiden act, but it was all forgotten when the idea that she could become the next target for one of their pranks popped in her head. She had seen what they’ve done to other housemates and she never wanted to be in the receiving end of one.

The way the Room looked was another major point in why they continued to meet there. (Y/N) had never visited but she had heard about it and how it changed according to your needs. Right now, the chamber resembled a greenhouse, more beautiful than the ones where they had Herbology with Professor Sprout. All kinds of plants covered the walls (not one was the same as the next), coloured carpets underneath old white marble statues and high columns of the same material, reminding her of all the times she’d read a book about Ancient Greece and it’s Gods. In the middle of the Room were two dark red divans, contrasting against the green on the rest of the place, surrounded by piles of books — (Y/N) had the feeling they were all about Arithmancy and Numerology — and, in the centre, a small coffee table made of wood.

Not even after hours of working in the assignment they were able to finish it in that afternoon. Both of them were perfectionists, ending up in some small arguments about how they should approach certain topics but had also pushed them in coming up with better and more interesting ideas. No one could deny the pair worked marvelously, complementing each other.

To (Y/N)’s astonishment, Remus Lupin didn’t fit the ideal her mind had set a long time ago for Gryffindors. All the ones she’d encountered were boisterous, incredibly annoying, short-tempered and just general prats. The boy with whom she had spent a whole afternoon was utterly the opposite and (Y/N) would’ve discovered that earlier if she’d hadn’t been so prejudiced.

The day the assignment was due to, arrived quickly than expected and with it came a sudden and small pang of sadness that startled her.

When she sat down beside Remus, he had made sure of arriving extra early to compensate the professor for the week before, the boy perceived something was off — his superpower according to his three best friends, he was always capable of reading a person perfectly, even if they hadn’t known each other for too long — because of how she was acting, trying too hard to show an unbothered facade but not hard enough for him to not notice.

The truth was (Y/N) didn’t want this class to start since once it was over so would the partnership with Remus. She had enjoyed his calm and warm company, sometimes a little crazy, in the Room Requirement while they worked on the project. And she was one hundred percent sure she would miss the moments when they both agreed on taking a break after many hours of reading and began to talk about nothing and everything, all at once. Was she supposed to forget that he always carried one chocolate inside his bag, and that he’d started to bring one more after their first afternoon studying together? Was (Y/N) expected to ignore the fact Remus wanted to become a professor because he liked the idea of being there for young people in case they needed someone? Was this girl meant to fail to remember about how this boy had asked his mum to teach him Welsh so they, mother and son, could have one more thing in common?

When the professor dismissed them, not without praising (Y/N)’s and Remus’s essay first, he noticed the girl next to him hadn’t even smiled at the mention of how perfect they’d worked. Now he knew for sure something was wrong with her and Remus Lupin was not the kind of person who saw his friends feeling down and did nothing about it.

Following her across the corridor, he tried to catch her attention but she was either not listening or down right ignoring him. Finally being able to reach her, Remus grabbed her arm softly and called her name in a whisper. She turned around, head low and eyes fixated on her jet black loafers, not looking at him.

“Are you alright? Because if something happened, you can talk to me,” Remus asked in a faint voice, almost swallowed by the noise the other students in the hallway were making, moving his hand towards her shoulder and rubbing tenderly the fabric of her grey sweater that covered her skin, “I know we hadn’t been friends for too long, but you can come to me for anything you may need.”

(Y/N) raised her head after hearing the last part.

“We are?” An incredulous look appearing on her face. “We are friends?”

“Of course we are, (Y/N),” Remus announced while letting out a snicker, as if the thought of the two of them not being friends sounded ridiculous in his mind, “I wouldn’t have shared my chocolate with you if we weren’t. And as a half blood… you are one of the few people who actually understands my movie or book references from the muggle world.”

Her mood better now that she knew Remus considered her a friend and for once since she initiated her education at Hogwarts, she was glad the Arithmancy professor had made them work in pairs.

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Weeks and months passed by, and with each one of them the friendship between Remus and (Y/N) grew stronger. There were still several things the Gryffindor was not ready to discuss, like him being a werewolf, his other friends becoming animagi to help him during the nights of a full moon; the creation of the Marauder’s Map and how much he wanted to kiss her whenever she began to ramble about a subject she was really passionate about. He kept quiet, and for several months he came up with excuses, not only for the scars and the nights on the Infirmary, but for the random loss of concentration every time she was too closed to him, cracking up a joke or cursing at the professors for thinking they couldn’t have five minutes without being buried in assignments and deadlines.

His feelings, unknown to him, were not one sided.

(Y/N) wasn’t one to go for the boys she liked, she was used to just admiring them from afar, never making the effort to start a conversation and she was fine with it. But Remus was a whole other story. She knew him, and his fears, and the books he would read over and over again, and how much of a good friend and amazing person he was. And all of that made it even harder for her to take that quick but impossible last step. Her friends had been trying to make her pursue him since the moment the Firewhisky in her system led her to overshare. They’d said he felt the same and for a moment she believed it, but long nights of overthinking convinced her that Remus was just being kind to her, his specialty.

She tried to push her feelings away, to calm her heart that couldn’t stop jumping whenever she saw him smiling, to control the sweat on her hands every time he whispered something funny in her ear; to put a stop to the flips her stomach suffered the moment he said her name; to even her breathing on the occasions he would utter random Welsh words — one of the reason why she started to learn the language four months after their friendship began — to see her confused expression.

One night after a long and stressful day in the midst of their seventh and last year at Hogwarts, while the last quarter moon shined down from above them and illuminated her features, Remus Lupin decided he would honor the reason he was supposed to be in Gryffindor.

Taking a small object from the pocket of his trousers and releasing a shaky breath, he took (Y/N)’s hand to catch her attention. She turned around, looking away momentarily from the moon and the stars, the things she admired the most, grinning softly at him with such alluring eyes.

“I don’t know how to say this and what I’m doing is barely planned, and so many things could wrong but…,” Remus started, taking a large gulp of air before talking again, “I can’t help myself with you sitting there like that.”

She didn’t respond, understanding there was something bugging him and that it was crying out for someone to just let it out.

“I like you and not as a friend, I mean, yes, I do like you as a friend but I also like you as much more than that,” he confessed briskly, shortly after closing his eyes and chewing his bottom lip, “and I did this for you.”

(Y/N) took the tiny object silently, not knowing what to say, and held it up towards the sky so the moon would cast a light upon it.

The minute she realised what it was, she confirmed that Remus’s feelings were the same as hers. With a large smile on her face, she traced her fingers delicately across the wooden figure. It had an intricate design, with two hearts in the middle and two fine lines lacing with each other, reminding her of a simple braid. On top of the heart, were three threads forming a knot.

“It’s a lovespoon, isn’t it?,” she mumbled just to be sure this was all truly happening. Remus nodded, still not knowing if she liked him too, “It’s gorgeous, Rem.”

Locking eyes with her, he didn’t need her to say she liked him back because he already knew the answer. (Y/N)’s eyes were brimming with a few tears, holding such intense emotions and staring at him the way his mum did whenever his dad was in front of her.

“I like you too, fy annwyl un,” she confessed back. A laugh escaped his mouth while he shook his head.

“Since when do you know Welsh, fy nghariad aur?”

“I learned it to impress someone.”

Remus leaned his body closer towards her, putting his hand over her cheek and running his thumb gracefully across it. Both of them shift their weight at the same time to be nearer each other.

(Y/N)’s heart shaking violently in her chest, anticipating what was going to be her first kiss.

“Remember that favor you owe me since last year?,” she reminded him. Their warm breaths mixing, lips so close and yet so far away. Remus nodded slightly as his hand descended from her cheek to caress cautiously one of her bottom lip’s corners. His other hand travelled to the back of her head, intertwining slowly with her hair, “well, I’m asking for it now.”

He smiled while their lips brushed against one another. Taking the lead, Remus finally pressed their mouths together. And it was everything and so much more than she had ever imagined. Eyes closed but still capable of seeing a mixture of red bright fireworks and shining stars.

One of her hands, the one clutching the lovespoon tightly, stayed put on his arm, while the other moved towards his neck, not knowing where else to leave it. Instantly, Remus dropped his hand from her cheeks to her waist, pulling her closer and almost sitting her on top of his lap. He moved her head slightly backwards, making (Y/N) to open his lips more and allowing him to explore her mouth with his tongue.

None of them cared about what the rest of the school would think when they entered the Great Hall, hand in hand, a dark brown lovespoon decorating (Y/N)’s satchel.

Under the moonlight, no one else had felt more alive than them.

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ohnotoomanyfandoms · 3 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can accompany him,” Kit offered.

But James was shaking his head. “Daisy…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Daisy, we must speak.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His voice softened. “Daisy, cariad—“

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

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

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

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

“Are you truly encouraging me to commit adultery?”

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

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

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

“In name only,” she promptly reminded him.

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

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

“Cordelia.”

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

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

“But the mission—“

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

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

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

“One of us should be happy, James.”

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

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

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

“What did you say?”

“That Charles doesn’t—“

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t wish to know, trust me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hardly,” Cordelia said breathlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m listening.”

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

“Yes,” he said calmly. “I do.”

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

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

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

“But I already know. You’ve told me.”

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

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

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

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

“You can’t mean—”

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

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

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

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

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

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shijjii · 3 years

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currently taking a break from a fic that I just want to post (I keep editing and reediting it, and yet I'm still not satisfied. So I have decided to take a break from it and write something else for some time) Anyways! I hope you enjoy this err this thing?

Sirius stormed inside the dorm room that he has been sharing with his brothers for almost seven years now, and sees Remus sitting on his bed, reading a book with a cup of tea on his bed side table

He plops down on the bed and tried to get Remus' attention by making noises, this continued on for a couple of minutes until finally, Remus sighed and glanced up from his book to give the gray eyed boy some attention

"what?" Sirius gave a small smile, shifting in the bed to get a better view of Remus before telling him what was up with him "well, Moony moon of mine, did you know that Rosier and Dearborn slept together last Ravenclaw party?" Remus raised an eyebrow at him before turning back on his book, by the looks of it, Remus was not interested in the gossip

"Yes, someone from the Ravenclaw house did tell me about that the day after... I also happen to know that Diggle saw Dearborn fucking Rosier, and so he broke up with him" he responded, not even looking up at Sirius but he does hear him huff in annoyance "You always know shit before I do" The brown haired boy clicks his tongue and puts his book down beside his cup of tea before turning to the annoyed Sirius Black, who was now sitting on his bed crossed leg, with his arms crossed and a pout on his lips

"It's not my fault people want to gossip with me" Sirius glanced at him to see a smug smirk plastered on his lips and Remus' dual colored eyes glimmered with mischief as he observed Sirius' pout

"yeah sure, gossip" Sirius rolled his eyes "I bet you don't know everything that's happening" Remus hummed at this and completely lies down on the bed, closing his eyes

"I know Vance and Jones are together" Sirius shuffles on the bed "What?! Since when?!" Remus chuckles under his breath, just imagining the face Sirius was making

"since last month.. I also know Fenwick and Doge kissed last week" finally, Remus opened one of his eyes to see Sirius was gaping at him

"what? Want to know more? Podmore and Bones got detention yesterday because they were making out in an empty classroom" Sirius throws his hands up "isn't that common knowledge?!"

"but it's not common knowledge that Bones likes Rosier and that he made out with Podmore so he can forget about Rosier" Remus closes his eyes again, smug smirk not going away

"you can't know everything" He hears Sirius mumble

"try me, cariad" Sirius glanced at Remus who was so relaxed, laying down on the bed, his breathing slowed down and if Sirius didn't speak up, he'll fall asleep

Remus hummed to get Sirius' attention "what? Say anything, any gossip. Since you vehemently believe that I don't know everything" Sirius hummed back but didn't speak up, he kept looking at Remus' relaxed face

his curly hair, gently cascading on his forehead, the scars that have lightened and the freckles that spread all over his face and his pretty lips

"did you know..." he trailed off, not sure what he was going to say

"what?"

"did you know that I love you?" this made Remus snap his eyes open and quickly sit up on the bed, Sirius had his elbow propped on his knee, covering his mouth with his palm, he was looking at Remus' surprised eyes

"I love you too, Pads. You're like my brother" Remus smiled. There was a lump in his throat as he said it, he was sure that Sirius meant in a platonic way until the teen sighs and looks away "I mean, love, love you."

"oh..." there was a long silence between them, Sirius didn't look at Remus so when he heard him sniff, he sees the teen crying

"Damn it, Padfoot" Sirius didn't know what to do at first, the stinging feeling in his heart became more prominent. Being rejected and be loved as a brother hurts but seeing Remus cry hurts him more.

He comes close to Remus and hugs him. Running his hand on Remus' back, he was about to speak up when Remus cut him off "don't you dare apologize for your feelings"

"but you're crying"

"I'm crying because you're right, I don't know everything because if I had known that you love me then I would've-" Remus cuts himself off, feeling like he didn't have to talk about it and just show Sirius what he means, kissing him hard on the lips

He felt Sirius kiss back after a moment and when they finally separate, all breathless, he sees Sirius look at him through his eyelashes, gray eyes shimmering

"do you-"

"Yes, I love love you too" there was a beat before they both snorted and fell on the bed, legs tangled, hands intertwined, just feeling each other's heat

#wolfstar #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #wolfstar fanfiction #marauders #fluff #well I think it's fluff #idk im bad with tagging ASHAHAHA

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luciehercndale · 3 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eventually, James came along.

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

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

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

One year later, came Lucie.

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Will smiled.

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

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

“Why, papa?” James asked innocently.

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

James shrugged. “I guess ducks are okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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