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artzzyb00-27 · 2 months

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Fire-Fam kids Teenage Adventures: Spook Squad

Good Ole Halloween one shot in February. Deal with it.

Halloween. A day for stupidity, fun, childhood, partying, and teenagers testing tolerance. Okay so maybe they went a bit farther than intended. All of them are sitting on top of Harry's pickup truck while eating the pizza they ordered around an hour ago. Which meant right now it was 9:30 something PM and they were gonna get whooped back home. They had to hand it to Manny though. The view was worth it. Let's rewind shall we?

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Earlier that day, Oct. 31 2027 Manny was walking to Chris' house to pick him up, and head to the park nearby to scout potential candy hot houses till Eddie decided against it.

"Hey, mijo! Come in! We've got breakfast pancakes." Manny was still on edge with Mr.D- Eddie. He hated when Manny called him Mister. Ever since the shooting, Manny felt like he let Chris down. He cared about his friends. Especially Chris. When meeting the rest of their family, Athenatold him he reminded her of someone. Someone named Buck.

Manny didn't see it. A tall, handsome, kind, intelligent in the right ways, brave man was something Manny wasn't at all. Snapping out of his thoughts Manny walked up to the front door and wiped his feet on the doormat. Heading inside past Eddie, he removed his Tío Javier's jacket and hung it on the rack.

"Thank you." He said while heading into the kitchen and sat down at the island to get a view of what Buck was cooking. Hearing the noise, the blonde man looked up and turned around. Smiling he greeted the boy who, in Buck's mind, saved his son's life.

"Hey Manny, how'd you sleep?"

"Alright, thanks for asking. Is Chris still asleep? I could come back later?"

"He woke up a while ago. Besides, even if he wasn't awake, I'd still give you pancakes."

"Despite it not being healthy." Eddie's voice echoed from behind Manny who flinched at the suddenness of the man's presence. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"Oh, hey Manny," Chris said as he neared the island sitting next to his friend. Just as he sat down, Buck placed 3 tier stacked pancakes drizzled in syrup for the boys and had some eggs cooking for him and Eddie. "Thanks, pops."

"Thank you."

"Sure, anytime you wanna come over and join us for food shoot us a text."

"I might just take you up on that. Your food's delicious."

"Kiss ass."

"Hey, that's not very nice," Manny said in response to Chris pretending to be sad. Making the other boy almost spit his food out. After finishing their plates they both walked up to the sink and washed the plates.

"Thanks, boys," Eddie said handing them his and Bucks plates. "What's the plan for Halloween?"

"Probably just hang out at Athena and Bobby's. We were going to take turns playing COD with Harry and Denny. It's funny making weirdos rage on public servers."

"Fair enough."

"So no costumes?"

"Oh, we didn't say that," Manny said smirking at Chris who also had a mischievous smile. The plan was, to go to the house. Wait a while, ask to go to the park with the Halloween carnival, go there for a bit, then take pictures as ghosts with sunglasses. After that, go to the train tracks in the woods and take pictures of ghosts with sunglasses again.

"I don't like that you two have those looks on your faces," Buck said also smiling(hypocrite) while also being slightly terrified. The boys turned around still smiling, making the couple back away into the living room.

"Think they'll be upset?" Manny asked.

"Nah, I'm with you guys. We'll be okay."

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When they arrived at the Grant-Nash house, both boys quickly took note of the Wilsons' car and bolted upstairs briefly greeting everyone else. Chimney and Maddie were taking Jee-Yun around the neighborhood with Karen and Hen who were taking Nia. The girls had dressed up as genies with pink and blue hair.

When they entered Harry's room, the two boys were already set up and playing the game. They played for a good two hours before hearing the door open and voices resembling the six people who were missing previously.

Once they knew everyone was settled in, they initiated their plans. Going downstairs they went into the kitchen/dining room area.

"Hey, can we go to the 'Halloween Hangout' at the park? There'll be security guards."

"Like that's gonna make us feel better." Athena retorted her son lovingly. "What do y'all think?" She asked looking at the parents of the other two. Hen and Karen smiled and nodded their heads. Eddie and Buck looked at each other for a bit.

"Why not? It's Halloween. Go have fun mijo." Eddie told him earning a smile. Then he turned to Manny who was busying himself with talking with Nia and Jee-Yun. "Hey Manny, you be careful too okay? Make sure they stay out of trouble."

Feeling under the spotlight, Manny froze for a second but then awkwardly saluted the Latin man.

"Y-yes, sir."

Harry, Denny, and Christopher raised their eyebrows but walked in the direction of the door. Pulling the punk with them. After they walked through the door they heard the adults laughing before shutting the door.

Once at the park, they went to different booths. One where you throw rings on witch hats(Harry won Manny a ghost dog plushie), and multiple snack booths. Once they had enough of popcorn and chocolates, they headed to the swings to take the pictures. After taking the pictures, they went to Little Caesars and went off to the train tracks.

When they found it, they took some random pictures of themselves with and without the costumes. One was Harry and Manny recreating the Max and Chloe train track scene from Life is Strange.

After finishing up the makeshift photoshoot they drove up to the cliffside to eat their pizza. Harry posted the pictures on his Instagram tagging the others. Each of them did the same with their versions and made the trunk comfy for them. Placing the boxes in the middle whilst they sat inside looking out at the city while also watching a Miles Morales Jacksepticeye playthrough from the early 2020s. The dummies ended up falling asleep and woke up to over fifty calls in total from their parents.

The last text message was from Athena saying she found their location and they better bring their asses home within the next hour. They had thirty minutes.

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Thank god, for back roads. Manny was shitting himself, squishing Boomy(ghost dog plush) between his arms. Chris was trying to calm him down while Denny told Harry where to go to get back quicker.

When they finally go back, they go back with five minutes to spare. The adults are out on the front porch watching the girls play in the yard and waiting for the quartet. As soon as they got out of the car, Athena got up alongside Eddie and Hen.

"You're lucky we have your locations and your stories. Nice pictures by the way." Semi-smiling, Harry hugged his mom. Denny did the same, apologizing and explaining what happened. When Chris went to hug his dad, Manny stood still and looked down awkwardly. Embarrassed.

Thinking of how badly Eddie probably wanted to punch him. That is til he got pulled into a hug as well.

"Just glad you two are okay." If Manny was holding back tears from spilling out, no he didn't.

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renee561 · 1 year

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Lucky,Perhaps, Number 13

Preface: This is part of a larger work that I've been toiling away at. So here's a snippet for the lovely @hohoholycrap.

This takes place between Third and Fourth Year of my Harrison "Ris" Snape Universe or more commonly referred to as my Harry as a Ravenclaw series.

Enjoy babes!

Family time at the grandparents.

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Small yet wide eyes looked at her and a small hand reached out to the edge of her spectacles.

Fortunately for her, Minerva knew better and had placed a sticking charm on them before she asked to hold Athena.

One did not have raised three children from infancy and held twelve other grandchildren to not learn a trick or two.

The little mouth curled in a frown at being unsuccessful tugging the shiny things from her nan and Minerva carefully held the newest addition close to her chest, redirecting her hand from the frames of her spectacles to hold on a long finger.

"She's got your eyes," a familiar voice whispered next to her ear.

She could not help the shiver that chased down her spine, even as the familiar heat of her husband soothed her.

She could hear the laughter and screams of delight from the older children as they had the doors open to let in the slight breeze of their ocean cottage.

The sound of waves and splashes told her their brood was having fun despite the stressful time of this little one's birth. She almost didn't make it, but Athena pulled through as did her mother, thankfully.

The warmth of the air felt much better than the drafty castle the worked and lived most of the year, although she was accustomed to both.

"Hmm, yes it is strange that out of so many, only Ris and this one should be so blessed with my eye color. I always wondered how so much of our brood retained the Dumbledore blues," she said carefully leaning back into the embrace of her husband of so many years, his beard scratching her skin as she wore lighter robes than usual.

"Lily, Harry and now this little one became ever so lucky to get my eyes."

She looked at the tiny child in her grasp, soild, but lighter than she could recall any of her other grandchildren besides Lexa feeling.

Green eyes met green eyes, and neither seemed to want to look away.

It was a staring contest and Minerva so hated to lose them.

"That is because they are rather more dominant than green eyes," her husband whispered teasingly.

She could not help turn to glare at him for such an asinine comment forfeiting her win with little grace as she swore mentally to make him pay for such a devastating loss.

Who knows how many more she would have. Something felt off to her and she was never one to not listen to her gut.

This year will not bode well at all.

"I see Da made you forfeit your win. Ma," her eldest said coming into her house wet from the water.

She narrowed her eyes at him instead of her husband.

Tall frame, lean from years in the field, black shaggy hair, dripping wet on her floors, and his father's twinkling blue eyes.

"Aiden—" she hissed much like her alternate form.

Her son rolled his eyes and the water he trailed in evaporated as if it never darkened her doorway.

"Have we missed the staring contest?" Two familiar voices spoke in tandem as they came in behind their brother, thankfully with the sense to be dry.

Her eldest sipped at his butterbeer he just grabbed from the icebox.

Both had red hair, one fading the other not as much, and one had facial hair like their father, though not as long. It was strange to her that her twins could eventually be so different in looks now.

Many had failed to tell them apart. Much like some could not tell Fred and George apart.

"'Frad so, Da made her forfeit by saying something asinine," Aiden said, floating two more Butterbeers towards his younger brothers.

"Rats, now I owe Lily six galleons," Alec, the father of her latest grandchild spoke with remorse.

She raised her eyebrows at such a large amount and against her!

What was her daughter thinking?

Her other boys snorted, the lad's twin speaking after grabbing one of the butters from the air.

"You always lose to Lily, Alec. You know she is devious under all that Gryffindor mask. Her husband—"

"—has nothing to do with him losing to me, Arthur. You were just afraid to bet against mum. I told you you'd lose, and you know Molly hates our little side bets and she is already cross enough about the match. Alec here is just what I would call a sucker, easier to convince to bet against mum than you were. And he was the Hufflepuff," her daughter appeared from down the stairs—Severus following closely behind his wife—easily squabbling with her older brothers instantly.

It was odd to her, as she curled closer to her own husband, that her children were squabbling like children at their ages.

They were well past childhood and yet—

The boys were in their forties and Lily was very close to hitting such a milestone!

Minerva was a grandmother thirteen times over because they each had grown, married and reproduced.

Though Arthur beat his siblings with the most children at seven, one already engaged.

Aiden and Ryan having adopted instead of finding a surrogate, but one day she would have so many grandchildren and great grandchildren lining the halls of Hogwarts she was hoping to retire before that happened.

There was an age difference between them all. Almost a full decade between the twins and Lily, but she acted like she had been doing it all their lives.

Despite the fact she had no idea until she was nearly an adult by wizard standards.

"Arthur and I do not have a death wish, Lillian," Aiden said with a smirk.

Severus looked at her with a raised brow as if expecting her to step in between grown adults.

She was fine watching the side show from the safety of her husband's arms, Albus humming gently in her ear as she returned her eyes to a now sleeping Athena, having been unconsciously bouncing the child. The grip on her finger adorably tight.

Lily narrowed her eyes at Aiden and while a curse breaker by trade, he lacked sense of danger.

Lily could throw down with any of her brothers, Severus staying and wrapping an arm about her waist and holding her firmly as she went to jump on her eldest brother.

Arthur and Alec flinched. Aiden smirked as if winning some sort of battle.

She knew better then most that Lily could hold a grudge and he better be prepared to defend himself in his sleep.

"Sleep with an eye open, Ross."

"I'm as much a Ross as you are, sister."

Lily growled and she could feel the static of Lily's magic in the air.

"As comical as this is, children— I do believe I won the actual bet between Lily and myself. And while Alec is indeed suckered, I collect half the winnings," Albus stated, calmly, though she could tell he was amused at his children's antics.

Lily grinned at her brothers before holding out her hand to Alec who grumbled as he summoned six galleons from somewhere.

Aiden and Arthur's furrowed brow made her chuckle.

"You never bet against Lily because she always has three back up plans and most of them include your father's part in them one way or another. She knows me too well to not use that to her advantage. Now, you lot go back out with the children since you cannot act like adults."

Lily handed Albus three and one to her.

It warmed her that her daughter recalled the first bet they ever made.

Minerva had lost to a thirteen year old over a transfiguration fact she had argued with her student at the time for a week about.

For sportsmanship, Lily gave back one galleon and promised to give her back one if she ever played unfairly.

She had always prided on that fairness in Lily, seeing much of her father in her daughter.

Severus shook his head and dragged his wife away whispering to her and her daughter turning red in a blush.

The boys curled their lips at the display.

"Lena—"

"Went upstairs to put AJ down for a nap, and Lily had followed her to ask if she needed help. Severus came looking for her five minutes ago, and you know that Lena and Severus get on because she does not judge him for things well passed plus it's not like he doesn't also get overwhelmed by the amount of people. Plus she just gave birth, Lily was probably talking babies with her as you know the spell—"

The boys nodded gravely and she looked over the curve of her grandchild's face.

Her heart heavy at the repercussions of using such an ancient spell, especially while pregnant! But Lily did not seem to mind as much, except she did note the sadness of her daughter these past months whenever news of Lena's progress came.

"She's always wanted a large family, and while I know you do not get along with him, he is not such a man as you believe him to be," she defended quietly.

She raised the sleeping babe to her lips and pressed a kiss to the small forehead of her thirteenth grandchild.

Such a number. Unlucky or not, time would only tell.

She could not wait for the great-grandchildren to come.

She would love to watch her children understand the joy they bring.

#renee writes #my fic #albus x minerva #lily x severus #ravenclaw harry au #gift for maji #2022 #13 grandchildren

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feral-peacock · 3 years

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I'd like to place a formal complaint with the universe because Christopher, Denny, and Harry are all TOO BIG and they need to stop growing immediately thank you.

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athenagrantnash · 3 years

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wait i just thought of something, bobby’s parents meeting athena’s parents, we already know what athena’s parents are like but what about bobby’s parents, like are they like bobby ( or is bobby like his parents ?) or what about his siblings meeting them idk i just feel like it would either go smoothly or it would just be chaotic

Ooooohhh!

Okay I need this. Can the season 5 Christmas episode feature the entire extended Grant-Nash-Carter family and all of the chaos that would ensue?

Beatrice and Bobby's brother would IMMEDIATELY become frenemies, and Bobby and Athena are both horrified by this development. Beatrice would say something snide, a la her "of course you're not engaged, you're barely divorced" or "You're very... Tall" remarks, and the brother would respond by smacking a very big kiss on her cheek and telling her that's the best thing anybody has ever said to him.

They spend the rest of the evening trying to out-snide each other, to Bobby's sister's growing amusement and Bobby and Athena's growing horror.

Beatrice and Bobby's mom weirdly find kindred spirits in each other. Oh they are nothing alike, where Beatrice is blunt and straightforward Mrs. Nash is soft spoken and gentle. But both of them are fierce women who would do anything for their children, and who wouldn't blink an eye at the idea of driving a solid ten hours if somebody needs their help, although Beatrice would start lecturing that person the minute she arrived whilst bustling around and Mrs. Nash would lecture them once help has been administered and she can smack said person if they needed help because they were an idiot.

This alliance also mildly horrifies Bobby and Athena.

Bobby's dad and Samuel bond pretty quickly with just a shared glance. They're both very laid back and introverted, and don't really need to talk a lot to know if they like a person. The spend almost the entire holiday just watching everybody else and being deeply amused by all of the chaos.

And then of course Bobby's sister just charms literally everybody she meets. Nobody quite knows how she does it, but within five minutes she is everybody's best friend and can ease any family tension before it even begins. She also eggs on the rivalry between Beatrice and her brother and somehow she's the one who gets the last word in that one.

She's also May and Harry's favorite, partly because she's so sweet and warm-hearted, and partly because she's actually a lot closer to their age than everybody else. She and May strike up a genuine friendship and even after the holidays are over the two of them text each other regularly. Bobby later jokes whenever she comes to visit that she's only coming to visit May, not him. The two of them laugh at him and then go off somewhere together.

#bobby nash #athena grant #bathena #911 #911 fox #911 on fox #bobby's brother #bobby's sister #bobby's parents #may grant #harry grant #beatrice carter #ask me a question

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spockina · 4 years

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playin' games (with my heart)

ok, so. i wrote this for day 4 of buddie's first kiss week (which was on a dare). but the thing is: i hated it. the more i looked at it, the more i hated it. i don't know why. but it's friday night and i'm home alone in the middle of quarantine wishing i were, in fact, as drunk as most of these people are. this is not what i usually write, so i’m nervy, but here. have it anyway

title is from the bsb song w the same name. it doesn't have anything to do with the story but i hate having to figure out titles

3.5k words / truth or dare / read on ao3

The night is young, awfully so. Eddie doesn’t remember ever feeling this young, being this young.

Tonight, he is.

He’s got a drink in hand. He doesn’t know what it is, who put it there. But he’s got it, and he downs it in one fluid motion, enjoying the burn, and laughing to himself; it wasn’t even a shot.

He’s not entirely sure what brought them all here, if he’s being honest. Well, he knows. It was just dinner at Bobby and Athena’s, as they try to do at least once a month. What he means is: he’s not sure how they ended up having a party. It wasn’t supposed to be a party, if he remembers correctly. But suddenly, Harry was off to see his grandparents for the week, Denny had a sleepover and Karen’s mom wanted to have Nia for a little bit, Christopher begged to go to Pepa’s house where his cousins would be for the weekend. May has been in college for six months now, Maddie still has two months to go before the baby comes. It’s adults only.

It’s almost like they all forgot what that was supposed to feel like.

His vision is just a little bit blurry at the edges, his limbs loose in a way they haven’t been in a long time. He feels good, comfortable.

There’s some kind of pop music Eddie doesn’t know playing loudly, Athena, Bobby, Hen and Chimney are dancing in the middle of the living room, Maddie and Karen watching and laughing. Michael, his boyfriend, and Buck are in the middle of some intense conversation on the other side of the room.

Eddie loves them all.

The laughter that escapes his lips is directed at no one; there isn’t even anything funny happening, he’s just… feeling good. He hasn’t felt this good in a long time.

Buck sidles up to him, out of nowhere, offers him a beer. He takes it, nods his thanks.

“Whatcha laughing at?” He asks. “You look goofy.”

Eddie shrugs. “Don’t know, actually,” and that sets him off again.

“I think you’re drunk, buddy,” Buck says, but Eddie can tell he’s not that far behind. “‘M not judging!” Buck hurries to add. “Just pointing it out.”

They look at each other for a second, sipping their beers.

Buck’s cheeks are flushed, alcohol working hard against his white skin, making his eyes stand out. He’s beautiful. It’s not the first time the thought has crossed Eddie’s mind. It’s not the first time they’re drunk together, either, but Eddie always makes sure to stay in line, not let his thoughts wander. It’s a little harder when Buck has unbuttoned his black shirt and rolled up the sleeves, tight tank top under it, allowing Eddie to see the flush going down his neck and into his chest; his long legs in some tight pants that Eddie is pointedly not looking at. Eddie can feel Buck’s stare almost like a physical force pushing into his skin, and he has to look away for a second.

“Hey, yo!” Michael yells out, trying to be louder than the music. He fails at that, but succeeds at breaking the moment he was having with Buck, and Eddie’s thankful (and just a little sad about it). Michael still gets everyone’s attention even though the music is louder. “We should be playing party games.”

“Ooh, how ‘bout some truth or dare?” Athena suggests, and Eddie was not expecting that.

“If everyone promises no hard feelings, no matter what happens,” Bobby adds, always awfully reasonable.

“I suggest someone finds fun Bobby so we can play some party games!,” Buck yells back, and everyone cheers.

“Hey,” Eddie quips, “we’re all adults, huh? I’m sure we can work something out.”

“I’m extremely sober,” Maddie says, laughter in her voice, “and I promise you guys I’m gonna have so much fun!”

“As long as you’re happy, baby,” Chim says, and Eddie smiles, so big it hurts.

It feels good to let go, not to worry about Christopher, knowing he’s in good hands, and not to worry about Buck, because he can see him at all time. It feels good to watch his friends having fun, being reckless in a good way.

For the first time in a long, long while, Eddie feels no guilt. No guilt about having someone else taking care of Christopher, no guilt about having fun, being drunk, letting loose; no guilt about looking at Buck and thinking about how fucking hot he looks.

Buck has a tequila bottle in one hand, and a bunch of plastic shot glasses stacked in his other hand.

“Help me out here, Eddie, c’mon,” he says, handing Eddie the bottle, while he passes everyone the tiny cups. “Sorry, Maddie, you don’t get any. Sucks to be you.”

“Thanks, asshole, I’m pregnant.”

“Which is why you don’t get any!”

“Oh, I get plenty,” she says with a wink at Chim, teasing, and Buck scrunches up his face, yelling gross, Maddie!, and she laughs, throwing her head back, while Chim laughs on the other side of the room.

Eddie pours everyone a shot.

“Ok,” Buck says, “everyone ready? On three! One… Two… Three!”

They all drink, and in the end agree to play some Frankenstein’s monster of a game: truth or dare, choosing truth and refusing to answer means taking a shot; choosing dare and refusing to do it means taking two shots – Bobby declares he won’t be refusing anything, to which Athena replies: “Don’t worry, we’ll come up with something equally as humiliating for you”. Being an asshole means everyone can gang up on you. They’re all adults, all car keys have been confiscated. Nothing is off limits. Maddie gets to be the judge of everything.

“Playing sober while pregnant sucks, my friends,” she reasons and, well, she’s right.

They sit in a circle, because they’re mostly drunk and it’s fun. Athena, Bobby, Michael, his boyfriend, Chimney, Hen, Karen, Eddie and Buck.

Their knees are touching, and Eddie feel like a schoolboy, but he can’t concentrate on anything else besides that.

“Ok,” Maddie says. “Chimney’s starting because I’m the judge and I say so! Spin the bottle, baby!”

Chimney rubs his hands and spins. It lands on Hen.

“Henrietta, my love! Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

He smirks. “Who’s your best friend? Me or Athena?”

There’s a chorus of whoa going around, everyone laughing. Hen looks pained.

“No. No, I can’t, pass me that bottle,” she says, dejected, which only makes everyone laugh more.

Hen spins, then, and it lands on Michael.

“Dare,” he says, before she can even ask.

Hen smirks.

“I want you to give Bobby a kiss.”

Buck chokes on nothing, which makes everyone laugh. Eddie puts his hand on Buck’s knee, trying to steady him for a second.

Michael looks at his boyfriend, looks at Athena. Looks at Bobby. His boyfriend nods, playful smile on his lips.

“Go on, boys,” Athena says, a tone to her voice that no one can identify, but they sure can hear. She licks her lips.

Michael nods, goes on his knees. Athena taps Bobby on the knee, and he does the same. It’s mostly a non-kiss. They barely graze each other’s lips before they’re moving back, and Hen, Athena and Chim immediately start booing them.

“Man, y’all suck,” Athena says, but she’s laughing. Bobby’s blush is furious. Buck’s laughter is loud, which gets everyone going.

Michael spins, then. It lands on Karen.

“So?”

“Dare.”

“Give Hen a lap dance,” he says, and he looks incredibly pleased with himself.

“Damn,” Eddie says, and notices his hand is still on Buck’s thigh. He picks up his beer just for a reason to move his hand away, to quit being a creep.

“Whose phone is playing the music?” Karen asks, and she doesn’t look shy at all. She changes the song to something with a low bass, and when Hen sits on the chair, as they all turn to watch, she puts on a show.

“Damn, Karen, my girl!” Athena yells, as Michael wolf-whistles, and everyone laughs.

“God, babe, you’re good,” Hen says, and they kiss.

Everyone sits back down at their original spots.

“Michael, you just had the best idea,” Chim says. He sounds like he’s plotting something. Eddie has the feeling he doesn’t want to know.

Karen spins, and it lands on Chimney.

“Truth.”

“Ok.” Karen looks serious, takes a deep breath. “Chimney. Is it a boy or a girl?”

Everyone explodes in laughter. Maddie, above them on the couch, starts yelling:

“Overruled, overruled!”

“Sorry, Karen, guess I’ll have to take a shot.” He does.

“You’re all super funny,” Maddie says. “Ha-ha.”

Karen blows her a kiss.

“Ok, my turn,” Chim says, and spins. It lands on Eddie.

Chimney slips on a poker face immediately.

“Edmundo. Truth or dare?”

Eddie wants to say truth, he does.

“Dare.”

Chim smirks.

“I want you to sit tight through a lap dance. From Buck.”

Buck chokes. Again.

“How is that my dare?” Eddie asks, but he knows as soon as he says the words that it’s the wrong thing to say.

“You know why this dare is for you, Eddie,” Chimney replies, which. Fair. Everyone knows, probably. Eddie’s suddenly drunker than he’s ever been in his entire life.

Chaos descends. Everyone is laughing, or making some snarky remark Eddie is pointedly ignoring.

“Buck.” Bobby says, low in the middle of the noise, but Eddie still catches it. “Are you ok?”

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he grabs the tequila bottle and takes a shot, then another one.

“Alright, Eddie,” he says, “move your ass to the chair.” He turns to Athena, making grabby hands. “Phone.”

Suddenly, everyone’s quiet.

Eddie’s sitting on the chair, and Buck, already taller than him when they’re both standing up straight, is looming in front of him, looking impossibly tall, impossibly broad, impossibly big. Buck shouldn’t even be possible. Eddie is sure Buck is a fever dream he’s having; that’s the only possible explanation to this moment.

God, Eddie is so screwed.

The song starts, and it’s probably not what any of them expected, but it is, somehow, exactly something Buck would pull up.

He cracks his neck, looking down at Eddie. This is another person. This is another Buck, in an alternate universe, where he looks at Eddie like he wants to eat him whole. He’s so damn big.

He starts moving, and Eddie knows he isn’t the only one surprised by just how not gangly he is. He’s never gangly, in life, but Eddie wasn’t expecting him to be able to move his hips like that. He’s not looking at anyone, can’t possibly tear his eyes away from Buck’s body, but he knows everyone’s thinking the same.

Who is this man?

He moves, his hips swaying as he goes, until he’s behind Eddie. He goes down, his hands moving slowly from Eddie’s shoulders, down the length of his arms, and back up. He keeps going, until his hands are on both sides of Eddie’s head, and then he’s tipping it back, making Eddie look at him, upside down. He winks. Eddie’s breath catches. Oh, God.

He moves in front of Eddie again, and starts coming close. Eddie hopes he won’t come any closer, that’s dangerous, but of course Buck does. Of course, Buck pretty much sits on Eddie’s lap, moving his long legs on either side of Eddie’s. Of fucking course, Buck moves his hips. Never learned a thing about control, huh?

He takes Eddie’s hands, places them low on his belly, holding onto Eddie’s wrists, and makes them move up, up, up, until Eddie gets the memo and starts pushing Buck’s shirt off of his shoulders until it falls to the floor.

Somewhere, distant in Eddie’s mind, he thinks about the fact that he can’t hear shit save for the song, loud around them. Their friends are almost annoyingly quiet after all that noise. But, then again, Eddie gets it. Buck’s putting on a show.

And, frankly, the whole thing is going fine. Is Eddie currently sporting a hard-on while Buck is in his lap? Sure. But that was par for the course, right? That was exactly what Chimney was hoping would happen. So, yeah, Eddie is doing fine. He is.

Right until Buck sinks his head to Eddie’s neck and licks a wet, wet stripe up to his ear.

Eddie, who was being a good boy up until now and was keeping his hands to himself, is only human, and cannot help himself as his hands shot up to hold onto Buck’s thighs, hard.

The song ends. Buck stills where he is, and presses a kiss behind Eddie’s ear, where his face is still tucked against Eddie’s neck, and moves up slowly, giving Eddie a second to breath.

Hen’s the first to break.

“Holy shit, Buckaroo! Whew, I’m hot over here, baby, and I don’t even like whatchu got!”

Buck laughs, ducks his head, a blush spreading hard down his neck.

“How you holding up there, Eddie?” Chimney says, teasing, and Maddie throws a cushion at him. “Ow, babe!”

“Shut up, Chim,” she says. Eddie’s thankful.

The music goes back to whatever it was before, and Eddie moves back to his spot quick, grabbing Buck’s shirt of the floor, balling it up, and placing it on his lap. A guy has modesty. Chim won’t stop looking at him, a knowing smirk on his lips – but hey. It’s not like no one else was watching. Everyone knows. Whatever.

He takes a shot of tequila, just for good measure. Then he spins. It lands on Athena.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth for a change, I guess; we need to stay alive.”

He laughs. “Ok. Tell us one thing Bobby would not like for you to tell us.”

Buck’s laughter is the only thing he can hear.

“Oh, Eddie, risky!”

Athena’s face is the look of mischief. “Sometimes my husband over here wants to wear socks to bed, if you catch my meaning,” she wiggles her eyebrows, looks around at everyone. “I don’t let him, of course.”

This just might be the loudest everyone’s laughed so far.

“Hey, I’m old, ok? A guy gets cold,” Bobby tries to go for nonchalant, but his cheeks are almost neon red.

“I’ll tell you guys,” Maddie starts, and Chimney immediately starts groaning. “Mr. Chimney has tried that once or twice on me. Stay strong, Athena!”

They laugh, and Athena spins. It lands on Eddie, but Maddie stops them.

“Nah, he just went, let the guy breathe. Spin again.”

It lands on Karen this time.

“Truth or dare, babe?”

“Truth.”

“Who’s your favorite? Michael or me?”

“You guys really need to quit the favorite thing,” Maddie complains from the couch, while Karen laughs.

“Nah, sis, Imma have a shot,” she says, and does.

She spins, and it lands on Buck.

“Alright, Buck! Truth or dare?”

Buck smirks. “Dare.”

Karen looks at Chimney. They smirk at each other.

“Brave, brave boy,” she says. “Take a shot, Buck.”

He looks confused. “Is that the dare?”

“Take the shot.”

He’s still confused, Eddie can see, but he does as he’s told.

“Good boy, Buck. Ready?”

“Yep,” he says, popping the p at the end.

“Seven minutes in heaven. You and Eddie.”

It’s Eddie’s turn to choke.

It feels as though someone hit the slow-motion button on the universe’s remote. He can feel his heart beating in his chest, can hear as everyone cheers and groans and laughs around them. When he’s able to focus again, Buck is already standing up and he’s offering one hand down to Eddie.

Taking it is both the easiest and riskiest thing Eddie could do tonight.

This has to be a fever dream, right? There’s no way this is happening to Eddie. They’re all adults. All drunk out of their minds, playing a stupid game of truth or dare. There’s no way this is happening.

But, hey. If this is a fever dream, then might as well take the chance while he has it. If he’s hallucinating, then there’ll be no consequences.

He takes Buck’s hand.

Karen and Chimney high five.

Eddie can hear as Athena yells “just go in the bathroom”, but Buck was already one step ahead of her. He locks the door and turns off the light, as dictate seven minutes in heaven rules.

They’re quiet, but they’re breathing heavy. Eddie has his back against the wall, and he’s reminded, yet again, of just how damn big Buck is, especially when he’s all up in Eddie’s space like this, when his hands are bracketing Eddie’s head, keeping him in place.

“Hi,” Buck says, and Eddie can hear the smile in his voice.

“Hi,” he replies, and he hates how breathless he sounds, but the only thing he can think of is the time they’re wasting. Seven minutes. Maybe the only seven minutes with Buck he’ll ever get. The clock is ticking.

“Is it ok, Eddie? We don’t have to do this.” He sounds careful, and Eddie hates it. He hates it when Buck’s careful with him, but what he hates more is the hesitation; hates that maybe Buck doesn’t want this, and that they’ve been forced into this situation by their pushy friends. He feels suddenly sober and he doesn’t like it.

“We don’t have to, Buck. It’s fine if you don’t want to. We’ll be fine.” He can’t help how dry his voice goes, how he sounds like he just lost something. He feels like he has.

There’s a pause. He can feel Buck moving, and suddenly there are big (thick, strong) hands around his jaw and cheeks, and Buck’s entire body is pressed against his, hot like a furnace.

“Oh, Eddie, I want it.”

And then he’s kissing Eddie, hard, his tongue pushing its way into Eddie’s mouth like it has a right to it, and, boy, Eddie is drunk.

Buck keeps his relentless assault on Eddie’s mouth as his hands move down, one settling on Eddie’s waist, and another going lower to grab a handful of his thigh, and Eddie, well. He’d be embarrassed, in any other circumstances, but right now all he can do is let out a small groan that still makes its way out despite their kiss, and Buck pulls away for a minute to laugh. Eddie is about to protest, except that Buck latches onto his neck next, and oh, oh, my God, this is embarrassing, but Eddie is painfully hard in his pants.

He moves one of his hands up where he can’t get a good tangle in Buck’s hair, because it’s so short (and ain’t that a shame?), but he can scrape his short nails against Buck’s scalp and the back of his neck. He learns that that does something, because Buck’s roughly shoving a leg in between Eddie’s, and suddenly there’s the amazing friction that Eddie so desperately wanted. He croaks out a broken get back up here, because he needs Buck’s tongue against his again, right now, or else he’s pretty sure he’s going to die.

He feels like the teenager he never really had the time to be. It’s intoxicating.

Buck’s hands are inside his shirt, moving up so, so slowly, when there’s a knock on the door and the spell breaks.

“Fuck,” Buck says, so heartfelt that it makes Eddie snort.

“Time’s up, boys,” Bobby says on the other side.

Buck squeezes his waist.

“Be right there,” he rasps out, and he sounds good.

Eddie knows he’ll never recover from this.

“We’re finishing this later, right?” Buck asks, and he sounds hopeful. Eddie knows this is their make-or-break moment.

“Come sleep over,” Eddie says, and before he can think, Buck’s kissing him again, hard, happy, smiling against Eddie’s lips.

“Every night, Eddie.” Another kiss. “Every night.”

They stumble out of the bathroom, shielding their eyes from the lights after the darkness inside. Everyone’s quiet for a moment, until Chim says:

“Damn, Eddie, sure you guys were making out and not that Buck was punching you on the neck?”

They all start laughing, and Eddie knows he’s blushing, but Buck hugs him, hiding his face in Eddie’s neck, as he says I’m sorry, and Eddie decides he doesn’t care. He starts laughing with them, because, really, this whole thing is ridiculous. He moves his hands inside Buck’s shirt, moving them up Buck’s back, and holding on tight.

Eddie feels distant, content to be hiding behind Buck’s body, drunk on the alcohol, but also on the smell of him, and nothing matters, until he hears Athena say:

“Does this mean the game is done?”

“The two of you suck!” Hen says, but she’s laughing.

“They sure will,” Chim adds, to which Eddie has to laugh.

“Congrats, Chim, that’s the first joke!” Buck says, muffled against Eddie, but somehow it still makes its way out and everyone laughs.

Maddie gets up from the couch. “Alright, let’s just go back to everyone having fun,” she says.

And they do.

#buddie #buddie fanfic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fanfic #911 on fox #truth or dare #seven minutes in heaven #all the fire fam is there #all canonical relationships are also there #ok i'm nervy here goes nothing #my words

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astranne · 4 years

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Crossover Harry Potter/Heroes of Olymp

Next idea. But in the beginning, I have to say, I didn’t read the Harry Potter books at all and never really saw a whole movie. Shame on me. And I never really have the time, I mean yes, I could watch it now and so, but I want to do a marathon, it isn’t really the smartest idea, but who cares? So all the stuff I know about Harry Potter is because of Fanfic and Google. I love Draco Malfoy Fics, just because. And this one is too gonna be about Draco. I think Draco became a death eater in fifth year, if I calculated it correctly. But eh, it’s midnight, and I should be sleeping because I’m tired as fuck. Do I care? Nah, not really. Okay so, prepare for long idea and pure mindblow. And another information, Percy Jackson is female (I love these fics) and is called Rhea Atalante Jackson.

So, let’s get started. First, Lucius Malfoy blood adopted Draco. Now you ask, who is his real father? Motherfucking Jupiter. Narcissa knows and raises Draco with stories about the myths. So basically, the reason why Lucius is such an asshole to Draco is because he’s not his trueborn son. To please his father and fool all the other purebloods families, Draco acts like a brat. He still isn’t the biggest fan of muggleborns, but doesn’t hate them. He would really like to be friends with Harry and Hermione, because they are smart and loyal and all the stuff. Ron not so, but yeah, he has to act like they way he acts.

Anyway. When Draco became ten, his mother brought him to Lupa, he passed the test and went to New Rome. There he learned to fight, met his half brother, Jason, and did all the roman stuff they do there. So basically he’s in the summer holidays with his roman family. When he’s twelve, his real father gifts him with a ring. If he pulls it of his finger, it becomes a sword. If he turns the ring right (still on his finger) it becomes a spear, and if he turns left, the ring becomes a bow.

Because Draco went to Hogwarts, he ‘missed’ the Second Titan war. His mother doesn’t want that Dumbledore discovers that there are half bloods. But he still sneaked out and helped the romans as good as he could. And yeah, everything happens a year earlier, so in the Second Titan War, Rhea is fifteen.

Anyway, Voldemort rises and he asks for help. And he knows exactly who.

When the gods are bored, they go to the mortal world and they are often bored. So there is no surprise, when the gods made themself a name in the wizarding world. A random first name and as the family name Olýmpios. Which means olympian. How creative (*cough* I just don’t have better ideas *cough*) Anyway. The stories say, that magic started in greece, with the godess Hecate. And these Olýmpios are descendants of gods. As an example, Poseidon just says he’s a descendant of Poseidon and he’s really good with potions and all water spells. You get it? So, everybody knows, that the greek and roman wizards are the most powerful ones and also have the biggest population. Because they don’t care about this pureblood shit, as they say, for them it’s just important, that the family grows and that they have a heir. Ouf- now let’s go to Voldemorts plan.

So, Voldemort asks for help, and the olympians (well, Zeus, Hades and Poseidon) tell him to fuck of. They had a war, tell him this, and they don’t want to go in a other one. When Voldemort then asks just for like three wizards, like the children of the big three, Poseidon nearly explodes. Because no, his daughter deserves a break! Voldemort almost pisses himself. Well, not almost. He did piss himself. Hades surprisingly is the diplomatic one and says him, he can come a year later. But then Zeus finds out, that Voldemort wants to make Draco a death eater and warns him. If he marks children, they will be at war. Voldemort doesn’t really take him seriously and just nods. Because he’s dumb and thinks he’s the greatest.

So anyway, the whole shit for the Secon Giant war starts, the two camps prepare. Draco finally meets Rhea and the everyone starts betting, when the world ends (destroyed) or they two come together. Draco helps as good as he can in the war, but still has to be careful with Dumbledore and Harry, especially, when Dumbledore molded Harry in the perfect little hero. (Personally, I think Dumbledore is a manipulative litte shit)

Anyway (so many anyways)

The war ends after the fifth year in Hogwarts. Voldemort wants to make Draco a death eater but he informs his father. Mysteriously it storms in England for nearly a week. So, the big three come to the Malfoy Manor (I think Voldemort stays there?) and burst in the middle of a meeting. (Snape is no part of this) Rhea, Jason and Nico are also there, dressed as former preator, ‘priest’ and ambassador of New Rome. The three gods stare Voldemort down, the death eaters just look at the six with wide eyes, until Nico casually says, that Voldemorts soul looks really sick.

“Father, his soul... it’s broken... he should be dead, but... there are missing peaces...” Most of the death eaters understand what he means and don’t really care.

“Say, Voldy... how did you manage that, when you’re not even a part of a purebood family. As I know, there is no way, muggles can split souls in six? Seven parts?”

Slowly everybody turns to Voldemort, who begins to sweat. Now he fucked up. He sees, how the Olýmpios are glaring at him, but the girl just grins. So he does the most stupid thing and attacks her, uses the Imperius Cruse, well he tries. He orders her, to kill her family and she slowly takes out her pen, it becomes her sword and looks with a blank face at her father. Voldemort grins smugly, but then sees, that her father doesn’t try to defend himself. Before he knows, Rhea attacks him. His followers watch helplessly, how he’s dying.

“Never, never try to control someone with the blood of gods, you stupid, ugly, noseless bitch.”

Voldemort is wheezing, but Hades doesn’t let him die. The Olýmpios are summonding all the Horcruxes and destroy them before his eyes. But the final blow was, when Voldemort tried to make one of the Olýmpios against his will to a death eater. Within minutes, Voldemort lost all the support he once had. When all his crimes were exposed, Rhea rammed Riptide in his neck.

Naturally now everyone wants to know, who the other Olýmpios is, so Draco stands besides his brother and father. Zeus explains everything in short words, glaring at everyone, especially at Lucius.

But now the former death eaters have a problem... what to do now? Rhea suggests that they just pretend to be death eaters, until they come up with a new plan. They imidiatly agree, because she was the one who killed Voldemort, resisted an Imperius Cruse and is an Olýmpios. Basically the next Dark Lady.

ugh- I already wrote so much, but I’m not even in the middle, I think...

The three brothers brainstorming (sure a funny thing) and then explain their plans to their children. The magic world is pretty fucked up, this whole pureblood shit is just one thing. But the biggest problem, the idea that the light wizards are good and the dark ones are the bad. Which is not true. Every wizard and every witch is born with a core and this core has a color, between black and white. When you have a dark core, dark spells and rituals are more powerful then the light ones. The same thing with the light cores. And a grey one is just in the middle. Magic is not bad, magic just exists. Use it for good or for bad. Use it for selfish reasons or help others. So, the three gods want the wizarding world to realise that.

Jason has a job to do, Hades wants Nico near to him, which leaves Rhea. She doesn’t want another quest, but when Darco said, he would help her, she just shrugged. So, why not?

Rhea will now attend to Hogwarts, the sixth year. Together with Darco she expands her power and the power of her family and operate in the shadows. (spooky and mysterious) Before Zeus goes back to Olymp, he gifts Draco with a dragon, saying every wizard should have a familiar. (It’s basically Toothlees frome how to tame a dragon, but like twice the size)

So, Rhea begins plotting and in this fic I think, that Rhea is still the cheery demigod but after Tartarus, there is something underneath that. Naturally she tries to hide it, but now, in the middle of politics and all that stuff, she can be ruthless and destroy everybody, who stands in her way. And if something goes wrong, Draco was still near and he can hold up with her. (because he’s a demigod and has magic, so he’s nearly or as powerful as Rhea)

She let’s all the former death eaters swear on styx, that they will never reveal something about the Olýmpios, not without their permission. And then she let’s the biggest bomb drop. She’s the daughter of Poseidon and Draco the son of Jupiter. The wizards and witches are losing their shit, because they have been in the same room with three fucking gods and then the most powerful ones! So, Rhea tells about her world, who she fought, who she pissed of and so on. Draco is grinning like a cheshire cat, when he realizes, that the respect her more, than anybody else. And she didn’t even really realize it, until he told her.

So... Rhea and Draco are pulling strings, making their group bigger and even get some trustworthy ‘light’ wizards and witches in. Slowly but steady they began to expand, word travels fast, after all. And then the 1st September came. Hecate blessed her, giftet her with a wand, but told her she wouldn’t really need it. Poseidon gifted Rhea with a hawk, because owls still hate her (yk, Athena) and brought her to the King’s Cross Station. For the first time Rhea saw her father in a suit, which was totally weird for her. But her father wanted to play with mortals, showing their powers of and such. (a little bit Drama Queen style, but who cares?) So, there is a tall, muscular man, good looking and totally rich and has a gorgeous daughter at his side. She’s wearing a blue woman suit (she began to love them, she looks really badass in them) on her shoulder a hawk and smiling at Draco Malfoy. Nearly everyone observed the Malfoys interact with the two strangers. When then also Blaise Zabini with his mother came and greeted the two, even more tried to listen their conversation. Well, tried. Rhea said good bye to her father with a hug, nodded to the other three adults, while they muttered ‘my lady’. She forced herself to smile, oh how she hated, when someone called her my Lady.

So the three of them stalking of to the train like royality, which they are... well, Blaise was a grandson of Aphrodite, but yeah. So, the three talking in ancient greek, because they are sure some of the students understand more then just latin spell words. Naturally we need some drama, so one Pansy Parkinson please. She asking, who the bloody Merlin this girl is.

“Oh, my apologies. My name is Rhea Atalante Jackson, pleasure to meet you.” Pansy naturally sneered.

“You gather yourself with a mudblood?” Darco is smirking, while Blaise just chuckles.

“Bold of you to asume, that Rhea is a muggleborn, Parkinson.”

“The Jacksons are a small but wealthy pureblood family in America”, which was true, but her mother had been adopted, nobody needed to know that.

“And it is the name of my mother. I am sure you saw my father, no? Well, he is one of the heads of a big greek and roman family.” Pansy paled, she knew exactly, what Rhea hinted.

“But it is good to know, what people truly think, when they see a normal person, no?” Rhea grinned her famous wolf grin, the other girl just fleed.

Word spread like fire and when they arrived, everybody seemed to know, that an Olýmpios was now going to Hogwarts. Well, almost everybody. The golden trio didn’t know. And here comes the next drama. The three are whispering about the new girl, after Ron pointed at her.

“I’m sure, she’s just another pureblood who hates muggleborns”, said Hermione stifly. Rhea smirked and walked next to the three.

“My mother never knew, she had magic, because her parents died, when she was very young and she was adopted, so I lived like a muggle. I had an abusive step-father and was seen as a freak. I meet my father in age of twelve and was nearly killed by my uncles. In age of fiften I fulfilled a prophecy, this summer again. I lived through two wars, lost many friends and loved ones. I am not just another pureblood... I am from the pureblood family. My father is a descendant of Poseidon and so am I. I am an Olýmpios, a descendant of the big three. I have more power than any of you. And we Olýmpios don’t hate muggleborns, we are open minded, not like you, Miss Granger. Prejudices do not help you in the world, I am sure, such a smart witch like you should know that. A good day.” Rhea grinned at Draco, while she walked to him. She hated to talk so formaly, but hey! She also loved to be sassy and piss people off.

The next thing full of drama was her sorting. She would’ve really appreciated, when they did this in private, not when the whole school watched. Because... she also pissed of the sorting hat. Somehow. She told him, not to dig too deep into her memories and not to judge her, but did he listen? No, he saw Tartarus and yelled (the whole school heard it) “What in Merlins name did you down there? Girl, are you mad?”

“Hey! I told you not to-”

“And this! You fought against-” Rhea wanted to kill the hat, while he babbled more.

“Oh, girl! Either you are really really dumb or just too loyal for your own good. It runs probably in the family.” Rhea decided to ignore the comment at the end.

“Well, somebody once told me, I would destroy the world for a friend.” The hat frowned, while the whole school watched.

“Or you would kill yourself, dear Merlin-”

“You nearly killed a bloody go-”

“Don’t! Just tell me, where the Hades I should go!”

“Hmmm... interesting, rather- oh!” Rhea pinched the bridge of her nose by the dramatics of the sorting hat.

“Soo... you are the most loyal witch I ever saw! You are also very brave and smart! But Ravenclaw isn’t the right thing, you are more into battle strategies... hmmm... now... the Gryffindors wouldn’t really survive you and the Hufflepuffs are too proper for you... SLYTHERIN!”

“Thank the gods, fuckin’ talkin’ hat, I swear to Hades, this is just my dam life”, she muttered, while she walked to the Slytherin table. Her housemates cheered loudly, they had an Olýmpios in their house after all.

Hogwarts was Rhea’s favourite school. Nobody tried to piss her off, the headmaster was shit but didn’t talk to her, most teachers were alright or even good. Magic was a funny thing and oh- how she loved, that many teachers were pissed but also impressed that she wrote in ancient greek. But she decided to play nice and wrote in Latin, which impressed her teacher even more. Her and Draco often snuck out in the middle of the night to train and to spend time with Blackjack and Dracos dragon, Nightwing. They killed some monsters, spoke with some centaurs in the forbidden forest and planned new steps.

So. And while all this shit happens there is some sexual tension between Draco and Rhea. Both don’t realise it, until Blaise literally shouts in their face, that they should finally kiss. They do. After some cute awkwardness.

Oh boy- so much... anyway

The two finish 6th school year as a couple, after some drama with other girls. In summer Rhea and Draco hold some meetings and explain, what exactly is their goal. Like, plan the fall of Dumbledore (who still didn’t realize Voldy is dead) and his followers, beat some sense into Harry and spread the Olýmpios’ way of magic through the wizarding world.

And then comes the final year. Probably much drama and some helpless golden trio, which has no idea, what the fuck is going on. Rhea doesn’t care, she watches how the chaos unfolds. In the meanwhile, some of her followers work together with Rita Seeker, to expose Dumbledores crimes. It takes some time, to find all witnesses and proofs, but in the middle of the school year, there is a big article from Seeker. It hurts Dumbledores reputation pretty much, the world finds out, that their hero was placed with abusive muggles and so on.

Dumbledore tries to reduce the damage, but then comes again an article. And again and again. Dumbledore watches helpless, how he looses all his power and followers. Well almost. Hermione can’t belive it, Ron just doesn’t care but Harry has his doubts. He dugs a little deeper and finds out, that the parents never have been notified, when something happend in the school. Harry distances himself from his friends and Dumbledore, who now panics. The hero of the magic world won’t follow him anymore! Rhea takes a swing and talks with him, about nearly everything. He asks about her prophecies and how war really is, how it is to kill someone and all this deep stuff. And he decides, that this Rhea Olýmpios really isn’t like other purebloods. She’s kind, nice, friendly and a talented witch. Slowly, he spends more time with her, which leads automatically to be with other Slytherins, like Draco or Blaise. But Harry doesn’t care anymore. And he sets something in motion, now every house tries to connect more with the others. Well, they try, but Gryffindors are mostly jerks. Harry also admits, before some people, that he would be in Slytherin but asked the hat to sort him with his friends. Word travels fast and now everybody thinks, that Slytherins aren’t that bad. I mean, the hero of the britain wizarding world and an Olýmpios are in this house, so it can’t be that bad.

Dumbledore finally has a talk with Rhea, where she tells him, that Voldemort is dead. He doesn’t belive it, but she just shruggs and tells him, she was the one who killed him. After all, he tried to control her and wanted her to kill her family. Dumbledore is absolutly taken back and has no idea, what to do now. All his hard work, for nothing! While he panics, Rhea just smirks and watches again the chaos to unfold.

Rhea goes again to Rita Seeker and makes an interview. She tells the world, that she killed Voldemort, because he threatend her family and wanted to go at war with them, just because they didn’t support him. She also tells, that she had been already in two wars and doesn’t wants another one. The witches and wizards are losing their shit, everyone tought it would be Harry who would kill him. But then an Olýmpios and just ends this? She also tells about the Olýmpios way to use magic. Many agree with that, Dumbledore and his closest followers just panic, while many literally begin to worship Rhea. It gains her even more respect, when she tells them all to fuck off, she killed Voldy, it’s okay now, please move on.

So, we’re nearly in the end.

When almost the whole magic world follows the way of the Olýmpios, Rhea reveals the final truth. Gods still exist and one of them is her father. They like it, when people burn food for them and so on. Zeus is satisfied, that now more mortals belive in the gods.

Rhea and Draco become the abassadors of the godly world and represent their fathers. They turn the whole wizarding world upside down, improve the politics and all this stuff. And they marry some years later.

Ugh, I’m finally finished. I wrote so much-

Anyway, if there are some mistakes, I wrote this in the middle of the night, I’m swiss and can’t really speak english ._.

If someone wants to make a story, tag me, so I can read it!

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signsofsam · 4 years

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9-1-1 Week, Day Two: Come a Little Closer

Buck tosses his controller down when he loses yet again, hands going into the air as he mutters something about Eddie cheating, again. “It’s not possible for you to be this good. What are you doing? How are you doing it? Teach me your ways, Obi-Wan! I wish to be your padawan!”

“Anakin ended up evil in the end, Buck; I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t know evil if it smacked you upside your pretty head.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

Prompt: “You scared the shit out of me” + fun

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Notes:

Song title is from Rollercoaster by Bleachers.

This is part one in a series (Day 3 is part 2, Day 5 is part 3). Thank you all for the lovely support of my writing; my week has gone kind of wonky after receiving bad news on Friday, and honestly right now I really need the happiness posting fics brings me. But you didn’t come here for my sob stories so here you go.

“You want to maybe come over after school? Bobby’s going to be home and I think he said something about cooking burgers, and we’ve got the PS4?”

Eddie never wanted to move to California. He loved Texas, he loved his life in Texas, but Abuela was sick, and she needed his parents, and so here he was, starting his life over in LA at sixteen. And it was difficult, at first, but then he’d met Buck in school, and it made California so much better. Buck’s tall and muscular and good looking and funny and smart and Eddie may-just may-have the slightest crush on him (after he went through his initial do I really like guys? I think I really like guys phase and decided that he at least liked Buck and that was fine and he didn’t need to define it any further for now), and he can’t really figure out why Buck wants to hang out with him, the new kid, when he’s fairly affable and popular.

But that’s what Buck did-he came and sat with Eddie at an empty table his second day there with an easy smile and a “hi, I’ve Evan, but everyone calls me Buck. I think you’re in my English class?” Eddie hadn’t asked why Buck didn’t go by Evan; instead, Buck had prodded him about where he came from and then asked about a million questions about Texas, and that was it. Buck became Eddie’s best friend, and a light in the dark of California, and through Buck, Eddie gained a whole gaggle of new friends.

“Yo, Diaz? You coming tonight? I gotta text Bobby yes or no.” Buck’s grinning, and Eddie jumps, pulling himself out of his thoughts.

“Sorry. Um, yeah. I just need to let my mom know,” Eddie answers, and Buck’s smile widens before he has to turn back to focus on their teacher.

When they first hung out, Eddie thought maybe Bobby was Buck’s stepfather, but then he met this petite African-American woman in uniform who Buck had squeezed in a tight hug and introduced as his mom, Athena, and Eddie had realized that Buck’s past wasn’t the normal apple pie, all-American upbringing he’d thought. Through the months, he’s met Athena’s kids, May and Harry, and her ex-husband Michael, and how they all seem to work together as one big, happy family, and one night after some football game he and Buck had gotten super drunk and Buck had told him how his real parents had abandoned him and his older sister. He’d been sloppy drunk as he told him about finding Bobby when he was twelve, Maddie gone, and how Bobby would say Buck rescued him just as much as Bobby rescued Buck. He’d smiled about how Bobby first introduced him to Athena, and how it’d been tough to blend their families at first, but now...now that was the only type of family he could imagine. He considered May and Harry his siblings (and Maddie. He’d gotten sad as he talked about her, and even drunk, all Eddie wanted to do was comfort him), and Michael was another grown-up he could go to and trust, almost like a third parent.

Buck likes to blabber about sad things when he drinks, but most of the other time, he’s like an overzealous, overjoyous golden retriever. He’s practically bouncing by the time they get out of school, leading Eddie to his Jeep, and his happiness is infectious, especially when it mixes with LA’s perfect weather and Buck singing whatever pop song comes up next on the radio.

Bobby is preparing things in the kitchen when they come through the door, and he smiles when Buck greets him. “Hey, kiddo, kiddo’s best friend.”

“Hey, Mr. Nash. Thanks for letting me come over.”

“No problem, Eddie. You two are lucky; Harry’s gonna help me with the grill, so the gaming stuff is all yours’. Dinner will be ready in a couple of hours; you two have fun.”

And they do. Playing against Buck is fun, because he gets so weirdly competitive and flustered when he loses, and, to be frank, Eddie is kick ass at Mario Kart. Buck likes to trash talk, and he has yet to realize that Eddie can listen to it while solely focusing on winning the race, and that Eddie knows it riles Buck up when he doesn't react, and that’s all sorts of fun by itself.

“Anakin ended up evil in the end, Buck; I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t know evil if it smacked you upside your pretty head.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

Eddie glances at Buck, and he doesn’t seem...mad. He’s watching Eddie through his thick eyelashes, eyes just as bright blue as ever, but...he’s searching for something, too. Buck leans in, and the kiss is soft, sweet, a barely there press of lips, Eddie’s hands still around his controller, and he doesn’t have enough time to react before Buck pulls away, eyes wide and...scared? He’s watching Eddie, cautious. “I-”

He freezes when Eddie drops the controller, and Eddie can feel him shaking when he wraps his hand around Buck’s bicep to pull him close and kiss him again, Eddie’s other hand coming up to card through Buck’s mussed hair, and it takes a moment, and Buck’s gasping into him, and it’s everything Eddie’s thought about since Buck sat beside him in the lunchroom all those months ago.

Someone coughs behind them, and they break apart, Buck grinning sheepishly at Athena. "Dinner's done, if you two want to come join us outside," she says, eyebrow raised, but she breaks out her own smile when Buck nods. "I'm going to send Harry in here if you're not out there in five minutes." With that, she heads back out to the patio, and Eddie and Buck are alone again.

Buck groans, pressing his forehead into Eddie's shirt. "Well, that wasn't at all embarrassing or anything," he whispers. "You scared the shit out of me."

"Huh?"

"I was scared to kiss you, because I wasn't sure if that was what you wanted and I wasn't sure if you were going to do something like punch me or-"

"I've pretty much been dreaming about kissing you since I met you, Buck. This is completely all right. I’m completely not opposed to doing it again sometime.”

Buck grins. “Yeah?”

“In fact, we should do that again after a date, on Friday? I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“So...you want me to wait until Friday to kiss you again? I don’t….I think I have a better chance of winning Mario Kart against you.” Eddie laughs, and Buck kisses him again, quick, like lightning, well aware that very soon his very nosy younger brother will come searching for them. “A date on Friday sounds fantastic, though. I’ll be there.”

So yes, Eddie misses Texas something fierce, all the time, but...one look at Buck smiling cheekily at him across the table? Imagining what could be? It made California feel a little more like home.

#my writing #9-1-1 fanfiction #9-1-1 #911week2020 #911 fic #high school au #friends to lovers #eddie diaz #evan buckley #bobby nash #athena grant #day 2 #my definition of fun is super loose and sorry for that #To the Rhythm of a Wild Heart series #ao3 stuff #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #first kiss

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evanbuckbuckley118 · 4 years

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The Weight Of Uncertainty

I’m back! Here is a fic that wasn’t requested, but was born out of my need to write something that accompanies the past episode. Enjoy!

Summary: Athena needs a ride home from the hospital and everyone is unavailable...except Buck. [This fic includes some family feels, and a well needed conversation about what’s next for Athena, and how Athena and Buck feels following her assault. This is a missing/additional scene for 3x17]

Word Count: 3658

Cross-posted to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24061786

It was safe to say the past few weeks had been...unexpected.

Athena never would have guessed that she would have found the serial rapist by following her hunch to check the storage units, nor would she have guessed that her decision to follow that lead would result in watching her own daughter's prom from the comfort of a hospital bed. That wasn't to say she would do anything differently, she was proud put an end to that psychopath's tirade. There just was a part of her that was exhausted from the entire ordeal.

Today was the day they were finally going to spring her. She'd been counting down the days, eager to recover in the comfort of her own home. Her body still seemed to scream out protests to her every movement, but this wasn't the first time Athena had been injured on the job, and she knew from experience that her ribs might never feel quite the same again. They would mend, but the bones will carry the same scars that her mind did - another permanent souvenir of a time she brushed with the reaper once again and won.

Athena wished silently that Bobby was still here with her. Early this morning, Harry had phoned saying he missed the bus to school. Being it was still early in the morning - Michael wasn't answering his phone, May had an exam this morning and couldn't skip or be late, and any of the family members from the 118 were still on shift for a few more minutes (working tirelessly to give their Captain time to spend with his recovering wife). Athena felt greedy watching Bobby leave to give Harry a ride after being spoiled by his devoted attention for the past few days. Yet, it also warmed her heart knowing how much he cared for their children.

While she thought the hospital wouldn't spring her until later that afternoon, about five minutes after Bobby left they'd already begun the process needed to get her out of here. She'd phoned Bobby, but the traffic echoed behind his worried voice saying he'd be longer than expected.

"There is just a few more pieces of paperwork Sergeant Grant, and then you'll be free to go," the nurse began explaining. "We expect to see you back in a few weeks for a check-up and to revisit your stitches and x-rays. You are on orders to rest, with as little physical exertion as possible."

"I understand," Athena said stoically. Even getting her shoes on a moment ago had felt like a gigantic task. While Athena was in the best shape of her life, her injuries from the assault and the days spent recovering here had completely wiped out any previous endurance she'd possessed. Being winded from tying a shoelace was not normal, much less worthy of praise or accomplishment. To make matters worse, her mostly dominant arm was also in a sling for the foreseeable future, complicating a number of previously easy tasks.

"We don't recommend driving in your condition yet, do you have someone to get you home safely?"

Opening her mouth to explain that she'd have to wait around a bit longer for her ride, or call for an Uber - Athena was cut off by the loud screech of a shoe abruptly skidding to a halt along the hospital floor.

"I came as fast as I could," Buck panted, out of breath with a large mischievous smile quirking up the left edge of his lips. "I'm her ride."

The nurses eyebrows were high as she took in the sight of Buck, who looked as disheveled as he usually did after a long shift. His hair curled and still damp, suggesting a quick shower with little care to drying off (almost like Harry when he was younger and insisted he could do it himself, only to have Athena run a second towel through his locks to ensure he wouldn't drip all over the house). The bags under his eyes betrayed his blinding smile.

Athena just sighed. "Buck, while I appreciate the thought, you are coming off a 24-hour shift. You know exhaustion can count as impaired driving just as much as alcohol, right?"

"Nonsense, it wasn't a busy shift," Buck argued despite the fact Athena would catch him in the obvious lie. There was no such thing as a slow shift for first responders in Los Angeles. He waved a hand dismissively "besides, Bobby called me and told me you don't have any other options."

Athena signed the remainder of the paperwork in her hands, and passed it back to the nurse who left quietly with a slight nod. "Just know if you break any traffic laws while I'm riding in that damn death trap Jeep of yours - I'll still tell my colleagues to write you a ticket."

Buck stepped into the room, and grabbed Athena's bag without being told. Slinging it over his shoulder and extending a hand out for Athena to grasp for support as she stands, he says "I guess you can take the officer out of the uniform, but not the uniform out of the officer."

Athena is ready to give Buck an eye roll so intense it might be audible, or at least chastise him for the profoundly cheesy remark - but her breath is stolen in a pained gasp as she stands and her bones right themselves into an upright position. She squeezes Buck's hand that she'd been using in a tight pulse, closing her eyes and swallowing tightly against the sudden onset of pain.

Just like recovery always happens, the pain ebbs into a dull and manageable ache. When she opens her eyes, Buck is right there in front of her, his grip on her hand providing a strength Athena draws from. "Hey, are you okay? Should I get the doctor?"

Nodding sharply, Athena finds her voice even if it is raspy. "I'm fine, just a bit sore. I want to go home Buck."

Buck offered twice on their slow journey to the vehicle to get Athena a wheelchair, but Athena refused. As long as she took these short steps one at a time, she could do this. If the sound of her ragged breath rattling fast out of her mouth due to exhaustion bothered Buck, he didn't say a word. The man's long legs had to ache to take longer strides at a faster pace, but he kept in line with Athena, muttering small encouragements for only her ears the entire way. "Almost there...you can do it...that's it...good..."

Once they'd reached the Jeep, Athena saw a glaring problem. The step to get into the tall vehicle was going to require an immense effort that Athena didn't have left.

Before she could voice her distress, Buck leaned Athena against the Jeep muttered something about needing "...one moment." He reached into the trunk and pulled out a small step stool, no doubt borrowed from the station. Placing it in front of the running board, he pointed at the set up he created and let out a small proud giggle. "See? I'm sorry there is no liftgate, but now we just have three small steps instead of one giant one!"

Athena's insistent pride wanted to be mad this solution because it felt so childlike. But the only other foreseeable option was having Buck lift her in, and that would only damage her ego further. Buck must have known that; and instead, the thoughtful man in front of her (that she often thought of like a son) had gone out of his way to think of the best possible solution to this minuscule problem. The fact that Buck had thought ahead about how to make this process as painless as possible for her, even with the short preparation time he must have been given from Bobby's sudden request, warmed her heart.

"Thank you, Buck," she said earnestly.

Buck had stopped on the way back to the Grant household to pick up some regular strength Tylenol from the drugstore. While he'd been in the check-out line, he'd realized that while the hospital no doubt would have wanted to give Athena a prescription for stronger pain medication, she'd probably refused. Whether she thought she could handle it on her own, or didn't want to bring any temptation around for her stressed husband, Buck didn't know. What he did know from his own experience is that after getting some sleep, she was going to be in a world of pain. So despite Athena's protests that he didn't have to make this stop, this was the least he could do.

He'd taken care to drive like a true gentleman. Buck avoided all the potholes, didn't speed, took the corners at a below reasonable speed to avoid any extra jostling. Once they'd arrived to the empty and quiet house, Buck had maneuvered Athena to bedroom, and aided her in getting settled and comfortable with an extra blanket from the cupboard. His hands itched to provide more help.

Buck patted her foot twice and began to leave, "I'll go make you some tea."

"You really don't have to do that Buck, please don't fuss over me," she protested.

"I don't have to," Buck acknowledged. With a passionate voice and a less passionate shrug, he continued. "I want to. You and Bobby took such good care of me after my leg was crushed, let me return the favor."

A silence fell over the room. Athena was stunned by his generosity, but also by the fact she could hear hurt and worry in his voice. Was he alright?

Before she could ask about his well being, Buck was already gone. He'd left the room, and she heard the tea kettle settle on the stove top. The space between them gave Athena a moment to think. It wasn't often Athena caught Buck at a vulnerable moment, as she did spend less time around him than her husband did. While the pair of them thought of Buck as a son, that also meant the worries that came with having children in your life extended to him. Athena would be lying if she said she didn't care for the boy in a parental way, especially after all the man had gone through in the past year. She worried about his mental state, especially because it seemed that Buck always put on such an enthusiastic front. From experience, she knew it made things difficult to tell when Buck was truly happy from when he was only feigning the emotion to mask darker feelings. It was little clues in his voice and facial features that betrayed him if Athena looked quick enough.

Athena heard Buck shuffle around to get the mugs as the kettle began to hiss. She tracked the sound of his footsteps around her kitchen, noticing they paused for a moment. There was a ruffle of paper, and another period of silence. The footsteps then resumed, and there was Buck in the doorway of her bedroom. He made no move to enter the space. There was a mug of steaming tea in one hand, a tri-folded letter in the other.

"They're giving you a commendation?" Buck asked, looking at the letter and then back at Athena. "I swear I didn't mean to overstep and read your mail, it was sitting on the table and I just got worried-"

"Yes Buck," Athena said to pause his rambling. "Not sure what good it does, but they are giving it to me anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't do this job for the acknowledgements Buck. No commendation can fix those victim's lives and what happened to them. No commendation guarantees that justice will be served to the man who did this..." Athena paused, and wanting to shift the focus off herself and onto Buck in an attempt to get him to open up. "No commendation heals the fear I still see in my family's eyes as they worry unnecessarily about me and are haunted with new traumatic memories."

"Yeah, I know Bobby and the kids have taken this really hard," Buck moves into the room, handing off the tea to Athena and resting the letter on her dresser.

After a long sip of the soothing liquid, Athena places it to the side. She grabs at Buck's hand weakly and tugs on it as a silent plea for him to sit. "And you."

"What? Me?" He shakes his head fervently. "No-"

"Yes, you. You are my family too, Buck."

"I'm fine, Athena," He says, but the voice is small. Buck is doing a poor job convincing Athena, and from the way his eyes well up and he bows his head to the floor, he isn't convincing himself either.

"Is that why your hands are shaking? Why your looking at me like I'm going to break? Why your fussing around the house looking for ways to be helpful?"

Athena knew from her training that in any traumatic incident, there was never just one victim. The secondary traumatization of crime can be felt by bystanders, witnesses, family, even strangers who hear about it later. Worse, often these people don't feel supported or feel that they have a right to feel the emotions that come with such trauma because they weren't directly effected or impacted. For all that Buck has done for her today, Athena is determined to sit here and give Buck a safe space to discuss his feelings.

"I don't think you fully understand how badly you scared us...and me," Buck began. Athena appreciated his honesty already. "When we got the call from dispatch...I don't like feeling powerless, and it was all I could feel. We were listening to you fighting back, but we had no eyes on you. Without a visual, we didn't know if you were grunting from the exertion of winning, or the pain of losing. There was nothing I could do but sit as we drove towards you in hopes we wouldn't be too late. There was nothing I could do as I watched Bobby spiral into thinking how he might lose his wife for a second time. There was nothing I could do as I watched the team prepare themselves for the worst. I was preparing myself to have to tell Harry and May and Michael about how hard you fought to get back to them, even if it wasn't enough, because I knew Bobby would be too devastated to do it if anything serious happened to you. The gunshot rang out over our radio, and there was nothing I could do to make it better Athena-"

Buck explanation ran short, as he felt overcome with emotion. He was gripping Athena's hand now in a role reversal from only a few hours earlier. Athena squeezed back, grounding him from a panic attack or flashback. Silently, she hoped it gave him strength as much as it reinforced him he wasn't alone.

"I know you felt powerless Buck, and I'm sorry you had to go through that experience. I know you felt like you couldn't and didn't do anything, but I want you to know that the thought of my family is what kept me fighting," Athena explained. "The memories of my love for all of you, and all the things we haven't yet done together, that's what kept me going. You did do something Buck, the love you've shown my family and me was part of the reason I kept going. You did that."

Buck sniffed back the last of his tears, putting on that strong front that Athena knows is there to protect in times like this when he feels most exposed. "I just wish I could have done more for you, Athena."

Sensing that Buck wants to shift away from this conversation, and because exhaustion is pulling at her to wrap it up as well, Athena smiles widely. "Well, you've already made a pretty good start, but I do have one thing you can do for me Buck."

That seemed to do the trick, he was already perking up as his head snapped up and his eyes went wide. He smiled softly, and Athena thought to how once over drinks Hen described Buck like a golden retriever. She had to admit, the resemblance was uncanny. Buck was always willing to give so much of himself to others. Later, Athena might finish their previous discussion with him in more depth. She does want to talk to him about therapy and caring for himself better, but right now she pushes those worries aside. "Anything you need, I can do it," he says, ready for action.

"You can stay right here Buck, and take a nap with me until Bobby gets home," Athena explained. She carefully shuffled a little more over to the side, exposing the open side of the bed as Buck sputtered over his protest.

"N-no, Athena. I can't do that, you need to rest without distraction or someone else moving the bed around, and I really should be getting back to my apartment-"

"You have just come off a long shift taking care of people, only to have to take care of a poor injured woman, and now you expect me to let you drive back to that shell of a place when you are practically dead on your feet? I'll worry less and get a better sleep if you stay here."

"I'll take the couch then Athena-"

"-Buck, don't argue with me. That couch does no favors for anyone's back, and the firehouse can't be down another member. Just lie down here, for at least one hour. Bobby will be back by then, and then you can leave."

Buck was still as he sat on the bed, contemplating his options. He must have realized there was no arguing with her by now, because for all he tried to put up a fight, he began to move towards getting settled. It took some time, but he was growing to learn that Athena is always right. "Just for a little while," he submits conditionally.

The man rounds to the other side of the bed and attempts to lay down without moving the bed as much as possible. The whole ordeal leaves him looking stiff as a board, facing away, which just won't do. Athena huffs, and immediately tugs on his shoulder until he rolls onto his other side, at which point Athena guides his head to her shoulder. Looping her free arm around his body as if he were a child, Buck finally relaxes.

She really was tired, more so than she'd admit to anyone. Within seconds, she felt herself nodding off towards a deep slumber.

Which of course means that Buck has to choose this moment to speak up again.

"Are you going back after this Athena?"

It was a statement more than a question; yet, the puzzling part was that as much as Athena tried to read into Buck's emotive voice, she couldn't place what emotion came with it. She opened one eye to peer down at Buck, but his normally expressive face was blank as he peered up at her curiously. "Bobby mentioned you were feeling conflicted about returning to the job after your medical leave," he offered as an afterthought to Athena's silence.

Bobby had told Buck the truth. Athena didn't know if it was just a knee jerk fear reaction after a traumatic event, or if she really was feeling ready to retire from policing. She was conflicted, confused, unsure how to move forward after this particular event. Her thirty years on the force and everything that came with it made the decision that much harder. It seemed like all she had time to do lately was think, but she was no closer to making this decision about her future.

"I honestly don't know."

Sleep was pulling fast at the both of them despite the conversation, but Buck continued on. His voice was only laced with exhaustion as it faded in volume. "After my accident, all I wanted was to get back. But that's because being a firefighter was my entire identity. I know policing is a big part of yours, but you also have other factors I don't. And you have a family, and Bobby, and the 118. I'm not trying to pull you towards a certain decision," he assured, and Athena believed him. "I'm completely impartial on this decision. It is yours and yours alone to make. I'm just letting you know that you will still be you, no matter your occupation Athena. To leave or to stay, or to take a small leave and then stay, the choice is yours. No matter what you choose Athena, you'll be supported either way by everyone. We just want you to be happy."

Athena was back to a stunned silence. Even though Buck's words in no way helped her clear the fog surrounding her decision, it did ease a part of her. She was always worried about what others think, from her mother to her family. The opinions of those around her always pulled her one way or another. It was a comfort to have it said aloud that this was a decision she gets to make for herself. Even though she knew her family would support her regardless, it was reassuring and nice to hear it once in a while; especially from her surrogate son.

"Thank you, Buck."

The reply fell on deaf ears, Buck's breathing already evened out in a pattern that signaled the beginning stages of sleep. Athena was all to happy to follow suit, feeling more relaxed than she had in a long time.

And if when Bobby came home to the sight of his wife and son getting some well needed and deserved rest together and decided to let them sleep the day away until dinner was ready, no one else needed to know.

#my writing #118 fire fam #found family #Athena Grant #Evan Buckley #evan buck buckley #evanbuckbuckley118 #911 show #911 fanfic #911 fic #911 fanfiction #911 fox #911onfox

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beyoncesdragon · 4 years

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Mémoire d’une odeur (Harry Styles x Reader)

Requested: Nah fam

Warnings: It's sad. and melancholic. and I listened to The Impossible; main titles by Fernando Velázquez when I wrote it. Also, I have the perfume and it's heaven in a bottle. You have been warned

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The turquoise blue bottle caught the light of the afternoon sun and seemed to glow, drawing colourful specks on Harry's face. With a quick move he grabbed it and took it off the table next to him. The slender bottle rested cold and heavy in his hand, the golden lid screwed open and loose on its neck. It seemed to him, as if it's sweet smell would waver around him like a protecting bubble of memories. Staring into the sunset, Harry felt tears prickling in his eyes – just very soft, a sweet reminder that he missed you still. And whenever he rose the bottle up to his nose, he felt you again. Alessandro and Alberto Morillas, the master perfumer had done a wonderful job in capturing the unique smell that you had carried around you, despite never meeting you. They had went through different scent palettes with him, whenever he described a scent. First he had almost found it overwhelming, but with time, he found his routine and place in between the hundreds of scents. He remembered mentioning jasmine at some point and Alessandro and Alberto had showed him a palette of over twenty different types of jasmine flowers and combinations.

He had went through tea jasmine, the Arabic jasmine, the star jasmine when he had finally found the right one: the Indian coral jasmine, smelling the strongest at night. And he remembered you vividly, as if you just kissed his cheek and ran away. The scent was mixed with camomile. It came from the shampoo you always used, and the camomile tea, you favoured. Especially with a little bit of honey. The whole flat always smelled like it, a heavenly mixture of honey and camomile. In between all the camomile and jasmine, there was the first shy scent of orange and coral, coming through when you wore it for some time. Those where the oils you had used on a daily basis, especially the orange oil. Harry had often watched how you applied it in front of the mirror, after the make-up and hair process you went through every morning. It was a drop on your left wrist, a drop on the right wrist, then you rubbed them together and up to your neck, dabbing the oil on both sides of your neck and under the jawline. Mixed with the orange and coral, there was the faith smell of musk, whenever you stole one of his perfumes again and it hadn't faded completely. It was Harry's personal little speck of himself among the memory of you, the little him, he had needed there as if to be close to you again. Another scent that Harry had almost forgotten, but had to be in it, was vanilla. It was a scent that had never belonged specifically to you, but had always been around you somehow. Maybe it came from the coffee you liked with a little bit of vanilla, maybe it came from something at your workplace that smelled like vanilla. You had never smelled it, even though you tried, but Harry had. Like a base note, there was a faith smell of cedar. Whenever you travelled and wherever you went, you had your little jewellery box with you. It was made of cedar wood, and whatever clothing item you had wrapped around it for protection, carried the distinctive balsamic scent for days. Harry had always made fun of how you smelled like a tree walking around, but he had liked the scent. It was calming, made him relax and wherever he smelt it, he couldn't help but turn around as if to search for you – only to then realise that there was no use in searching for you anymore. You wouldn't come back, never again. The very last scent he had named was sandalwood. You had always hated the scent the car fresheners and never found it anyhow appealing. Until (and Harry could still remember the slightly embarrassed look of yours) you had bought a sandalwood diffuser. The scent was just very soft and faint, very unlike the dominant perfume that is spread by those freshener trees, you had hated. It wouldn't cling to the clothes and fade completely after an hour if you took it out. You had loved that thing and never took it out of the car. It's distinctive soft and warm, scent immediately reminded Harry of you, not only your scent but your persona as well. Smooth, calming, precious sweet.

The bottle in Harry's hand seemed to grow heavier the longer he thought about you, and he placed it back on the table. Tomorrow it would launch for the world, thousands of people would buy it. Thousands would carry the smell of camomile, orange, jasmine, coral, cedar and sandalwood. Thousands would be able to smell that speck of musk, that tiny piece of Harry from between all of you. But no one would know about the one true memory that lived inside of Harry and now, partly, inside of the blueish green bottle with the golden lid. In fact, you could count the people who knew about you and Harry on two hands: Anne, Gemma, Mitch, Sarah, Tyler, Sammy, Jeff, Alessandro and Antonio. The public had never seen the two of you, not when you started to date first, not during anytime of your two year counting relationship and not in the end, when Harry drove to the hospital after a truck had rammed your car and smashed it off a small cliff. They hadn't gotten wind of him and his family attending to your funeral and leaving with puffy red eyes. And they hadn't seen him travel to Athena to stand in front of the temple of Athena Nike, his fingers brushing over one of the columns, the furthest one on the left side, his fingers crossing the path that you brushed over a year ago. It had been a gift of his to you, to visit the temple of Athena Nike with you. The picture he took of you , in front of the tall building was still printed out as a polaroid and carefully fixed in his leathery book. It was right below a little message you had scribbled into the book, you being the first and only person to ever be allowed to take a look into it.

"Harry, you are seriously talented and I love you. Cut your hair. All my love xx"

And so he had and you'd loved it.

He looked back to the bottle and carefully brushed with his finger over the grooved glass. You would've loved this bottle, the design and the colours. He could almost imagine you saying it, brows furrowed slightly, index finger caressing over the glass. "Looks Greece to me, doesn't it? I love the gold, it's extra. Like you, H." and he would nudge you and maybe, no most definitely, press a kiss on your cheek. With a soft sigh, Harry closed the cap of the bottle. The perfume lingered around him for a few minutes before fainting away, carried off by soft breeze. He got up, giving the bottle a sad smile before looking up into the burning sky. "That's all I've left of you. I hope you like it, if you are watching. Come around and tell sometimes." He whispered, and waited a few seconds as if expected an answer. Then he stepped off the veranda into the house, his step slow and collected. Anne watched quietly how her son closed the door behind him. Her eyes fell on the perfume bottle that still stood on the table outside. The bright light of the sun seemed to set it on fire and the gold cap gleamed. She turned around and stepped away from the window. Harry stood in the kitchen, preparing himself a mug of tea. "She would've loved it Harry." Anne whispered quietly and on Harry's face spread a small smile. "You think?" she nodded, wrapping her arms around her son. "I do." He rested his head on top of hers, watching silently how the sun disappeared and the flames that danced in the bottle before, died down. "It's like...I bottled it up. All of it. My memories of her. And whenever I need her, I can just open it and she'll be here again. Even if I ever...stop loving her. If I move on. I will never let myself forget about her." Anne nodded softly, but saying nothing. There was nothing to be said anymore, not even goodbye. And it was alright.

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- Kissy, Nica

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redhoodoutlaw91939 · 4 years

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How can something go so wrong so fast?

Christopher was casually sitting in his chair frustrated as he tried to write out what he wanted to say on the paper in front of him. It was his free time and class and he wanted to use it to write something down that he has been meaning to ask. Yet, he was getting frustrated with how he wanted to say it on the paper. He sighed in frustration before crumbling up the paper. He then grabbed another piece from his desk and tried to write it out again. As he wrote his teacher could tell he was frustrated with what he was wanting to say. She walked up to him determined to help him out. Christopher was one of her more independent students that were determined to do anything that he puts his mind to. He was a caring person and wasn’t easily frustrated so when she saw him become frustrated she became curious more and more as she continued to walk up to him. She bent down to his level to be able to talk more privately to him.

“Hello, Christopher. I couldn't help but notice you needed help with something.” She said in her sweetest voice she could muster. She noticed him continuing looking at his paper instead of looking up at her.

“I need help with trying to figure out what to say.” He said in a low voice almost as if he was trying to hide the fact he wanted to cry. She frowned.

“Well, what is it that you are trying to write? I do have a way with words, maybe I can help you out.” She said smiling to him. He looked up with a new determined look that screamed thank you. He took a deep breath calming himself back down before answering her in a low tone as he was trying to keep it between both her and him.

“Recently Buck and Daddy got married and I wanted to ask Buck if he would adopt me. Since he is already like my dad, I wanted to make it official and have their last name and all. That way we were more of a family than what we are now.” Her smile widens even more as her heart swell with happiness. Any of the teachers could tell that Buck and Eddie were in love and when they announced they were officially dating they only knew that they were going to get married any time now.

“Oh that sounds fantastic I think he would love to. Now how about I help you with the note so you can ask him in the nicest way possible.” She said as she grabbed a pencil and started to write on a lined paper for him. That way he was able to put it into a nice card that he always seems to be making.

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Christopher laughed as he sat at the lunch table with his friends. The card resting neatly in his backpack on his back. He was having lunch now before recess then his final class which was his favorite Art. He continued to eat as he talked amongst his friends. Oblivious to what was about to happen. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a tall man, about the same height as his Dad and Buck, walk into the room. A glistening object in his hand. Suddenly a loud bang filled the cafeteria making the children panic. Another one sounded off and Christopher could only do what he could think of and dove under the table as fast as he could. Covering his ears and bringing his knees up to his chest. Burying his face into his knees. Hoping his dads would show up with Aunt Athena and Aunt Hen and Uncle Chimney and Aunt Maddie and Uncle Bobby to save him.

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It was a normal day in the fire station 118. There hasn't been any calls yet. So they all sat bored out of their minds around the station. Buck and Eddie sat on the couch cuddled up together watching videos of Christopher on Eddie’s phone. Fingers laced together as they leaned in together.

“Well you have certainly raised an amazing kid Mr. Buckley-Diaz,” Buck said as he looked loving into Eddie’s eyes.

“Well you have helped Mr. Buckley-Diaz,” Eddie said as he softly kissed Buck. A gagging sound made them broke apart. They turned around to see Hen and Chimney making gagging sounds as Bobby was making food in the kitchen. Buck frowned at them.

“Get a room you two! I don't wanna see it anymore. It was cute the first two days you were married it isn't anymore!” Yelled Hen as she turned in the barstool to face Bobby once more. Eddie laughed at the face Buck was making towards Hen. Suddenly bells started to ring throughout the station signaling that there was an emergency. They all jumped up before getting into their gear and piling into the truck.

As they drove, Buck started to realize it was the same way that he takes to pick up Christopher from school when he got off shift. He turned to Eddie with a frightened look. One look at his husband's face said it all to Eddie, he wasn't the only one that noticed it was the way to his only child's school where he was currently.

“Cap, where is this emergency at exactly?” He called into the headset in a panicked tone. Bobby turned to him with a confused look.

“558 Sunset Ave. Why do you know the address?” He called out. Buck and Eddie went white in the face as panic filled their features. It started to worry Bobby more as he noticed that not only Eddie knew the address but Buck did as well.

“Its Christopher's school address. Oh my God, Christopher is at school right now!” Yelled Buck as he reached out for Eddies’s arm. Eddie latched onto Buck as soon as he grabbed onto him. Bobby’s expression darkens before turning to the driver telling him to drive faster. They needed to get there now before anything bad were to happen.

“Dispatch this is Captain Nash. I need to know what is going on at that address you called us to.” He called into the walkie talkie. He was so hoping it was a fake emergency and that there was nothing wrong with one of his grandchildren. He might not be related by blood but he was a son to Buck who in return was like a son to Bobby. So that made Christopher his grandson.

“Captain Nash this is Dispatch. It seems like it is a school shooting. Police are already on the scene.” He heard a female voice call out as he pulled up to the school that they all knew too well.

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Once parked the firefighters and EMTs of Station 118 jumped out of the truck. Bobby automatically went up to Athena who was already on the scene before they were to even get there. He quickly hugged her before asking what is going on and where do they need them.

“The shooter is already in custody. Luckily no one got shot or hurt for the most part. There are some small injuries from kids trying to get out of the cafeteria where it happened. So I need Hen and Chimney to go and see if they need any help with those they rest of you are needed for crowd control. We don't want anyone wandering off.” She said before kissing him on the cheek and turning back to her officers.

Bobby walked back to his team. Noting that Buck and Eddie were pacing back and forth and they waited for news about what is going on. Bobby didn't blame them if it was May or Harry he would be doing the same.

“Okay, the shooter is in custody. Hen and Chimney make sure people are alright the rest of us are here for crowd control. Let’s move it, people.” He said before he walked up to the boys who were in the most panic; He placed a hand on their shoulders offering some peace towards them.

“Go find your son.” he simply said before they were running off towards the kids that were already gathered around. Buck slightly behind Eddie.

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Christopher just wanted to see his Dad and Buck. Luckily the police officers came in when they did otherwise he probably would have been hurt. He was carried out to the lawn where all the other kids were at by a police officer. They sat him down next to the big oak tree were someone would always pick him up. He sighed as he noticed his backpack on. He took it off looking at the cool picture on the front of it. It was a fire truck with two firefighters grabbing a hose and running off. He likes to think it was his Dad and Buck that was on his bag. He sat it gently next to him before making sure that the card was still in his bag. He smiled as he noticed it still there. He sat down and waited for his parents to come and get him. He noticed that other parents were coming and grabbing their children. Hugging and kissing them as though they were gone for a while. Tears started to fall as he realizes how much he wanted his Dads to be here. He looked down at his hands as he knew it might be a few as his parents were at work. What he wasn't expecting was his name to be heard. He quickly looked up to see his Dad with Buck shortly behind him running towards him calling his name. Christopher quickly stood up the best he could without his crutches. They laid somewhere in the cafeteria as he abandoned them when the nice officers picked him up. He raised his arms before quickly being picked up.

“Mijo! I am so glad you are okay thank God!” Eddie said as he wrapped his arms tighter around his son not wanting to let go. Christopher simply wrapped his arms around his neck as he buried his face into his shoulders. All while wrapping his legs around his dad the best he could. He didn't want to let go. They both felt Buck simply wrap them both into a hug wanting to shield his family away from harm. Eddie leaned back wanting to look at Christopher better.

“You are okay right Chris?” Eddie said as he looked him over for the third time. Christopher nodded before really realizing that both of the adults were crying. He quickly wiped away his tears before wiping both his fathers as well. Making them giggle as he did. He then realized he should give his card to Buck as he didn't know when else he would be able to. He quickly reached for his bag before grabbing the card and handing it gently to Buck. After Buck took the card he buried his blushing face into Eddie’s chest.

Buck looked at the card that was given to him. His heart swelled as he read it. On the front, it read ‘To Buck’ in big colorful letters. He opened and gasped on the inside read ‘Dear Buck I love you so much. Will you adopt me? PLEASE!’. He looked up at Christopher with tears.

“You want me to adopt you kid?” He said as he placed the card down and grabbed Christopher from his dad. Christopher nodded smiling as he couldn't find any more words to say. This was all shocking towards Eddie. He didn't know his only son wanted the love of his life to adopt him and to have him officially as his other dad. Even though Buck already acted like it. This made him even happier that Chirs thought Buck that way. Buck laughed as he grabbed both his husband and Christopher into a hug.

“I would gladly adopt you Chris!” he quickly said as he buried his head next to theirs.

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hazkiwislutt · 5 years

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humble beginnings.

{ it’s athena!! this is something i wrote ‘cause i was inspired; my parents both immigrated to the US and i grew up in SF. since the city is so dear to me, i only take people i genuinely trust to see where i’ve grown up because it isn’t exactly “the ritz” and i come from pretty humble beginnings that some people have difficulty swallowing. also,, i’m filipina, so some of the details in here cater to my filipina readers! HOWEVER, if you guys want to request certain types of cultures or have any requests in general, don’t be afraid to ask me ‘cause i’ll most definitely write them. i hope you enjoy!! }

“Hey, H? Can I ask you something?”

You weren’t a person who was acquainted with nervousness.

Your voice never wavered when you talked (not even when you delivered an impromptu speech to thousands of people at your college graduation because the original speaker ate bad shrimp an hour before the ceremony). Your hands were never clammy, and they never shook (even when you had to sew your dad’s thumb back onto his hand after he severed it while shucking oysters at your tenth birthday party). Your stomach never filled with butterflies that intended to make you hurl (not even when you had take the blame for your little sister breaking your mom’s favorite china).

Now, though, you felt all of these symptoms of nervousness amplified, because you were about to ask your boyfriend of a little over ten months if he’d like to come home for New Year’s with you, so that he could finally meet your parents and visit your hometown.

It wasn’t that Harry was a scary person; in fact, he was the definition of sunshine, the epitome of kindness, the pinnacle of love. You knew he loved you, and you knew that you were being a silly for being so nervous, but your past was something you could not shake at times. You weren’t embarrassed, per se, but you were definitely wary that not everybody could understand your roots, and you didn’t want to overwhelm Harry with your family and your origin.

“F’course, love. Anything, y’know that.” He looked up at you from where he was sitting on the couch, clad in a black t-shirt with grey sweats, legs splayed wide.��“But first, come over here. I’d like a cuddle, please.” You obliged, straddling his waist and leaning your head on his shoulder. He squeezed you tightly to him, drawing patterns on your back as you rose and fell slightly with his breathing.

“So, I know New Years is coming up soon,” you started slowly, calculating your words because the anxious feeling in your stomach was overwhelming. “And I was just wondering if you’d like to come meet my parents, finally. You can say no, of course, it was just a suggestion and honestly, I don’t know why I asked, it was stupid, just forget that I even said anything- oh!”

Harry giggled as he pressed his lips against yours before pulling back and looking at you. He shook his head, threading his fingers through your hair.

“Silly girl, f’course I’d love t’go. When do we leave?”

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The drive to your parents’ house took longer than you’d expected, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Embarrassment had never been the word used to describe your feelings towards your family, your background, and your hometown. Your parents had raised you to the best of their abilities, and although they had little to nothing when they’d first immigrated to the States (though, not much had changed), they worked hard and you were immensely proud and endlessly grateful for their determination to give you and your siblings the life they could never have.

However, a part of you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that Harry would look at your humble beginnings and think twice about your relationship. You had never allowed any of your past partners to meet your parents out of discomfort, but Harry was different. You were completely sure that your future could involve Harry, even if it had only been ten months. As stupid as it was, you just didn’t want Harry to feel that he was in too far over his head.

The doubts in your head whizzed around faster than the cars next to you on the freeway, and you hadn’t realized Harry had taken the exit into the Excelsior District of San Francisco. The streets were cramped, and pedestrians braved the sloping hills to run down to the shabby shops and stands on the infamous Mission Street. Your nerves jumped as he made his way up the nearly vertical hills and streets that were so small, they might as well have been called over-exaggerated sidewalks.

“That’s the one,” you commented softly, pointing at your parents’ dingy house from down the street as Harry had turned onto Vienna.

Your parents’ house sat at the top of a tall flight of stairs leading up to the chipped front door, and the front yard (if it could even be deemed as one) was littered with random patches of grass poking through the cracked, uneven cement. The house was mostly grey, since it was built quickly and carelessly to satisfy the wave of immigrants that your parents had come over with when they were barely in their twenties. Harry parked in your parents’ driveway, his Range Rover sat slanted worryingly to the right because of the uneven incline of the hills, looking painfully out of place in a neighborhood where the inhabitants could only dream of being able to scrape enough money together to buy one.

“C’mon, then, let’s go meet the in-laws,” Harry giggled, wiggling his eyebrows at you and scrambling out of the car. If you’d been in a better mindset, you’d definitely laugh at how comical his excitement was, but your stomach was twisting and your palms were beginning to sweat a disgusting amount. He hadn’t seemed perturbed by the scenery and the evident lack of luster of your parents’ house, but you believed him to be covering up his confusion and disgust.

Sighing, you peered at Harry unloading the bags from the trunk through the rearview mirror, and opened the door to help him. You grabbed your bag and began to lead him up the steps to the front door, grimacing at every groan and creak that the eroded wood gave on your ascent.

“This is so cool! Their house s’like, in the air! Christ, yeh could get a workout from all those steps too, m’already winded.” You smiled shyly at him, and he returned it with a cheeky grin. “S’that why yeh’ve got such a nice a-! Ow, okay! I won’t finish that sentence.”

Harry continued huffing and puffing until you reached the top of the flight, right in front of the wooden front door that was chipped and cracked in certain places. You knocked, wincing as you reminded yourself to tell your parents that you could help them at least get a better door, since this one looked as if you could tap it and it would fall inward.

You heard Harry whistle, and felt him slip his hand into yours. He was staring out at the overlook of the city, a view you had the pleasure of looking at every morning before you took off for the bus station to get to school. It showed the neighborhoods across the freeway and the city from where you both stood.

“That’s quite the view, love! Can’t believe yeh got to wake up an’ see tha’ everyday!” Harry’s voice was filled with such childlike wonder, it almost made you lighten up and smile, until you internally reminded yourself that the view was the only nice thing about this place.

The lovely scene was harshly interrupted by an aggressive creaking of someone attempting to open the poor excuse of a door, revealing your mother looking physically frail and tired, wearing a shabby housedress she probably had owned since she was in her twenties and an apron that looked as if it were held together by God’s will. You’d missed her.

“Anak! Malamig sa labas, pasok ka!” (Dear, it’s cold outside, come in!) Your mother grabbed you by the hand and pulled you inside, dragging Harry along since your hands were still intertwined. The warm of the small house enveloped you and your eyes watered at the familiar smell that filled the walls. You’d truly missed home.

“Nanay,” you breathed, hugging her tightly, “I missed you.” She smiled at you warmly and patted your cheek with her hand, before you took it from her and blessed your forehead with it. It was a custom that had been engrained into your head since you were a child when you interacted with your elders.

Your mother peered around you curiously and you stepped aside to introduce Harry, who was grinning and already reaching out to shake your mother’s hand. “Ito ang aking novio, Nay.” (This is my boyfriend, Mom.) Your mother shook his hand, and you marveled as Harry bent down to bless his forehead with your mother’s hand.

“M’Harry, s’lovely t’finally meet yeh...Erm...” Harry had straightened out, maintaining eye contact with your mom until he’d realized he didn’t know what to call her.

“Mom,” your mother piped up, her accent as prominent as the surprise she wore on her face in response to Harry’s gesture, “You call me Mom.” She bumped his hip with her own and gave you a conspicuous side-eye, before telling you in Tagalog to give him a tour and to put your bags in your old room. Harry grinned bashfully, and you gave him a real smile. Your heart was still filled with an indescribable warmth as you realized Harry had taken a small piece of your culture and used it to integrate himself into your family and impress your parents.

“Baby, just leave your bags here while I show you around. It’ll take like, three minutes. There’s not much to show.” You mumbled the last part, eyes shifting around to your parent’s squalid home, and you caught Harry looking at you questioningly.

As soon as you walked into your parents’ house, you were in the living room. It was smaller than you and Harry’s shared closet, crammed with a faded print sofa that sagged precariously close to the ground and should have been thrown out years ago, accompanied by a television balanced precariously on a broken wooden table that you remember your father buying from your next door neighbor when you were ten. There was a single window that was cracked with blinds that were yellowed and brittle, and there were dusty bookshelves that were filled with miscellaneous items that hadn’t been picked up in years.

“This is just the living room, s’nothing special.” Harry observed closely everything you’d just pointed out, and he smiled again when he caught your eye. You motioned for him to follow you further into the house, which was really only three or four steps, until you showed him the first door, right next to the arm of the sofa.

“S’just my parents’ room here, I’d show you but they’ve not cleaned it since they first came here, plus my dad is probably changing, and I don’t think you want to see that.” You gestured to the door right next to the first one. “That’s where we’re staying, but I’ll show you after. Come on.”

You pulled Harry a few more steps to enter the kitchen through a crumbling wooden doorframe. The soft tile of the kitchen was splintered and missing in some places, creating an odd patchwork that made you groan internally. The dining table was flimsy and shoved against the wall so that there was enough room to walk through to the actual kitchen. It looked as if it would collapse under the weight of all the dishes your mother was putting out, but you knew it wouldn’t. You smiled softly as you remembered the time you’d made a running leap on top of it to evade your younger brother after you’d taken his underpants while he was trying to change.

The chairs that surrounded the pitiful table were all different, ranging from plastic chairs to fold out chairs to a random rocking chair your father bought when you were twelve, each one creaky and old and a reminder of your background.

“Uh, well, this is the dining room, obviously. It’s also the kitchen, ‘cause the kitchen is literally one step away...” Your mother was diligently stirring sotanghon in a pot in the kitchen, which was nothing more than a few cabinets with the doors hanging off on their hinges, an incredibly eroded sink, and a stove that looked perpetually dirty, even if you’d spent the entire day cleaning it.

“Nay, I’m going to show him the bathroom. Excuse me,” you said as your mother walked out of the kitchen to allow you both to walk through. You walked a few steps and turned to the right, where one door lay sandwiched between the walls.

“This is the bathroom,” you slowly started, jiggling the door handle harshly and bumping your shoulder against the door to get it to open. This time, you let out an audible sigh as you took in the sight of the bathroom. The tub’s white enamel was chipped in so many places, it could’ve passed as brown with white flecks, and the bottom of it was literally held together by duct tape. You peered at the ceiling, which wasn’t a ceiling, really, but rather cardboard boxes stretched out and duct taped to cover the holes where the ceiling panels had fallen out. The single window by the toilet wasn’t even a window, for Christ’s sake, but instead, a wooden slab propped up against the broken glass to keep the air out. You looked into the scratched mirror and saw your face burn hot with shame.

“Love? S’the matter?” Harry was looking at you with his brows furrowed, and he reached out for your arm. You shook your head, pushing him out of the bathroom and ushering him back through the kitchen to the front door where you’d left your bags. Your mom was fixing the food at the dining table, and was painfully oblivious to the turmoil in your mind at the moment.

You grabbed your bags, and motioned for him to grab his, before leading him to your old bedroom, which you’d shared with all six of your siblings growing up.

You opened the door, close to tears as you took in the appearance of it, before shoving it shut with your shoulder. The white walls were cracked, and the ceiling was covered by more cardboard boxes. There was one battered twin bed covered in paper thin, threadbare sheets that were pressed up against the wall that the youngest of your siblings used to share, and a stack of thin blankets in the corner of the room that the older ones used to lay on the floor at night. Your only solace was that you were the only one visiting for the holiday, so that you and Harry wouldn’t be cramped in this room with your siblings. There was a minuscule closet with the door hanging off brokenly, and inside you saw a mass of boxes filled with God knows what.

The room was dark, because the ramshackle blinds that covered the window were drawn shut, and you shuffled your feet along the scratchy carpet as you felt your shoulders start to shake and tears start to fall. You felt Harry attempt to envelope you in his large frame, but you jerked away and reared to face him.

“Harry, you can leave.” You choked on your last word a bit, but stifled the cry that threatened to come out, because the walls were thin and you didn’t want your parents to worry.

“What d’yeh mean, love?” His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, and his hands gripped the bags on his shoulders tightly, wondering what he’d done, or what had happened between now and five minutes ago, when you’d both first stepped foot into the house. He wondered if he’d heard you right, and held his breath as he waited to find out.

“You can leave,” you gritted out, “because where I come from isn’t what you need, or deserve, and it sure as hell isn’t what you want. It’s ugly, and dirty, and poor, and I’m sorry I brought you here.”

Harry was taken aback, confused as to where you inferences of his feelings came from, but as he saw the tears falling rapidly from your eyes, he realized this was a deep-rooted insecurity that you’d trusted him with. He knew you were scared and vulnerable, and Harry prided himself on making you feel safe and at home.

“Love, it’s none of those things. M’being honest w’yeh, I don’t see it like tha-” He was cut off by your disgruntled snort.

“Oh, you don’t, do you? Don’t fucking lie to me. This house is worth a lot less than your car, Harry. Even when it was first built, it looked shabby and worn down. It’s disgusting, and you know it.” You were still talking low, but Harry could feel the emotions in your voice, even if he didn’t understand them.

“Love, m’not lying to yeh, swear on it! I don’t mind this at all-” He was interrupted once again by another outburst.

“Harry,” you breathed in, your lungs rattling with your effort to keep quiet, “I love you. I love you, meaning I love everything about you, every part of you. It’s so easy to love you, and I’m sorry it’s not the same for me, because there’s no way to love this. There is absolutely no way for you to love this part of me.”

You weakly gestured around the room, not daring to look at him before you continued, “There were twelve of us living in this house when my grandparents were still alive. Twelve people, one bathroom, two bedrooms. You’re telling me you don’t mind this? Even I minded it, every fucking day when I was growing up here, going to a school with other kids who didn’t have to share their room with six other people and didn’t have to live in a slum. My parents barely made enough to keep this place. It’s still hard for them to afford this place. It’s dirty, dingy, disgusting... I’m the first to admit that. I’ve never taken anyone to meet my parents, or see my home. Ever. You don’t have to lie and tell me you don’t mind, because I know, H. I know what the truth is, and I’m not angry that you think so. This is where I come from, and I can’t put that on you. I love you, but I can’t do this to you. You don’t deserve someone who comes from this. You deserve a lot better, a lot more than me.”

You were properly sobbing now, not caring if your parents heard at this point. Harry had listened intently, wanting to immediately cut in and tell you that he loved you, and that he really didn’t mind, and that you had the truth wrong, and that he didn’t want anyone else but you because you were already more than enough for him, but he waited until you were finished so that he could give you full reassurance. He dropped his bags and crushed you to him, ignoring the way you initially stiffened in his hold.

“Remember when we first started dating, hm? An’ we went to your favorite restaurant t’celebrate getting your job? When we got home, there were pictures everywhere of me holding your hand an’ kissing you, an’ people were being terrible to you right? What did I say to yeh when tha’ happened? Tell me, angel.” Your face was buried into his chest, soaking his t-shirt and he felt a muffled rumble against him as you answered. He smiled before saying, “Can’t hear yeh, love.” He heard you breathe exasperatedly before answering louder.

“’This is what comes with me. I can’t change it, and I can’t force you to stick through it if you don’t want to. But I’m crazy about you, and I want this with you, so I’m going to selfishly ask that if you’re just as crazy about me, to stay and we can both work it out together.’” Your voice was still shaky, but his smile grew as he ran his fingers through your hair, still cradling you to his chest.

“An’ look wha’ you did, baby. Stayed w’me, an’ we worked it out together, right?” He felt you nod timidly, before pulling you away so that he could look into your eyes.

“Not going anywhere, ‘cause this is what comes w’you, and m’absolutely crazy for yeh. Can’t change it, and yeh can’t force me t’stick through this, but you’d never have to because I want to. I want yeh. M’staying, an’ I love yeh endlessly, regardless of where yeh from, where you’ve gone, where you’re going t’be. Don’t know how you could ever think that about your background. S’bloody incredible. This house gave way to the most amazing woman I’ve ever known, and I’m eternally grateful tha’ you trusted me enough to let me in like this.”

Your breathing had slowed and you were crying for an entirely different reason now. Your heart was full with the weight of Harry’s words and empty of the ugly insecurities you’d harbored a few minutes prior. Harry’s voice dropped even lower as he continued, “Fuck life in the fast lane, I’d let all of our kids grow up like this if it means they’ll end up as extraordinary as you, my love.”

You crashed your lips against Harry’s as you felt your heart swell even more, and you felt him smile against your lips. You pulled away breathlessly and crushed him to you, murmuring softly, “Thank you, thank you, I love you, I’m sorry, I love you,” until he shushed you with another kiss.

You both situated your bags and wiped your teary eyes before braving your parents. Grasping Harry’s hand, you pulled him out of your room and toward the dining room.

Your mom was sitting at the food laden dining table with your dad, and they both turned toward you with smiles on their faces when you entered the dining room. Your dad eyed Harry up and down in a cold manner, and you felt Harry’s hand stiffen in yours. You stifled a laugh, knowing your dad was simply pranking him, but deciding to play along.

Your dad scooted his chair away from the table, making a loud scraping sound as he limped over to you and Harry, keeping a death stare. Harry’s hand was clammy in yours, and you turned to look at him, taking in his pale complexion and the sweat forming on his forehead. Your dad had stopped in front of you both, and Harry extended his other hand before greeting him with a timid, “Hello, sir, m’Harry.”

Your dad eyed Harry’s hand with contempt, and you heard Harry stuttering before you dad broke into a broad smile and passed Harry’s hand to give him a hug instead. Harry’s eyes bugged out of his head and darted to find yours, only to see you giggling behind your hand. Your dad cleared his throat, before speaking, his accent prominent as he continued to cling to Harry, “After a speech like that, you call me Dad, and you give me as many grandchildren as you’d like! No more crying, let’s eat!”

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weplayvideogames-blog1 · 5 years

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Hello, Welcome! [Introduction]

Hey, everybody!

It’s the Gaming Sides!! Better known yet as the “We Play Video Games” channel.

Thanks, Pat, for coming up with that.

You can ask the sides as real-life gamers, and I will write fics as well (fanfics on this would be appreciated!).

Of course, we need a list on each side!

-- LISTS ON THE SIDES --

Name: Virgil Oiyicks (derived from the Greek Goddess Oizys, Goddess of Misery, Grief, and Anxiety)

Age: Youngest boyo!! 26.

Appearance: Dark brown hair, and a bit of a light tan but barely noticed. He’s also the tallest and has dark green eyes. He also has a bit longer hair and it’s curly.

Video Games: Pokémon Ultra Moon, Minecraft, Diablo III

Internet Name: Just “Vee”

Name: Patton Thavo (derived from the Greek Goddess of emotions, Thavma)

Age: Oldest (by a few seconds, rivaled to Dee’s age)! 29

Appearance: Pretty fair skinned, and with lots of freckles. He has a big flop of hair and round Harry Potter like glasses. He has sky blue eyes and is the second shortest.

Video Games: All Pokémon, Minecraft

Internet Name: Uses “Dad” and calls everyone “Kiddo” and everyone has just accepted it

Name: Roman Dion (I derived it from Dionysus, and I don’t really know why)

Age: Second oldest other than Dee! 28

Appearance: Almost as tall as Virgil, and has a darker tan than all the others. He has dark black hair. He looks like a complete dork btw. He has dark brown eyes as well and gives off a dramatic appearance as well. (I intended him to be a Desi Jewish Atheist, let’s see how that goes)

Video Games: Anything he can get his hands on, plays with Logan on Mario Kart.

Internet Name: “DQ” for short, but “Drama Queen”. Everyone thought he was a female for awhile.

Name: Logan Apotha (derived from both Apollo and Athena, gods of knowledge and wisdom)

Age: Second youngest! 27!

Appearance: The shortest boyo!! He has a light tan (though, lighter than Virgil’s) and thinner eyes. He has black hair and black eyes, and is really!! Cute!!

Video Games: Mario Kart, Kingdom Hearts

Internet Name: Everyone has called him “Logic” and he just went with it.

Name: Deceit Thavo (same w/ Patton from deriving)

Age: 29

Appearance: Similar to Patton, and the same height. They’re identical twins, but you can tell who is who because Dee doesn’t like his freckles and uses make up to cover it, but he also wears glasses.

Video Games: Same with Roman, anything he can get his hands on, but likes Overwatch

Internet Name: Snake. Just “Snake”

Remy will be seen!! Don’t worry, our sassy boy will be coming!

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valentineheaven · 6 years

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War Of Hearts (Harry Styles x Reader) / Part from “The Travellers” Series

I apologize for missing so long. I never forgot about you, roses. But the study was over, and with it problems left. So meet my new creation, after a long absence.

Masterlist

Summary: During a romantic journey, Harry broke up with his girlfriend; she left him at the moment when he wanted to propose to her. First he wants to get drunk, but changes his decision in favor of a long walk through the beautiful Athena. He asks you to show him the city. But where will you take this walk?

Song:Ruelle – War Of Hearts Place: Athena, Greece

The fading sunlight gently filtered through the windows of a cozy cafe in the heart of the Greek capital. The tranquil life of Athens slowly flowed-minute by minute. In such an atmosphere, you don’t want to rush anywhere; you want to forget about everything and enjoy the present moment.

Harry sat alone behind a brightly lit table in a cafe. She left him alone, after he arranged for them this journey, with the goal to propose to her. Of course, she didn’t know about his plans, so she threw him in the most (for him) important moment in life.

He sat with his head down, examining the marble surface of the table and leading circular motions along a cup of coffee. He looked lost, devastated and offended at the same time.

You watched them: first they chatted cute, ordering coffee; then his face drooped, and the girl began to explain something quickly; then she slammed the door, leaving the guy alone, with all the thoughts that piled on him.

"Maybe something else?" - you asked gently, going up to him. He quickly raised his head at you, as if frightened by your unexpected appearance.

"Maybe ..." - he drawled, thinking about something. "I'm sure ... Do you have anything stronger?" - he smiled tightly.

«Have you decided to get drunk?» - you asked, he grinned. – «It seems to me that this is not the most reasonable way out of your situation».

«And what can you offer me instead of a week-long romantic binge?» - from his lips, finally, broke a satisfied smile.

"Oh God, you are in Greece," - you began. "I'm sure you're not local and first here. It's a great opportunity to just go somewhere. Go and consider the sights, interesting places. You see, in an hour you don’t remember her». - you with a smile took a cup from his hands and left. Harry looked you over.

"I don’t know anyone here" - a slightly raspy voice behind you began; you turned.

Opposite you stood Harry, blushing in a shy smile. He still seemed a little depressed and frustrated, but his face freshened and lit up with a smile.

«Where do I go, I don’t know. Trustfully, I’m hoped my ex will show me everything here, since it's local,» - there was a breakdown in his voice. "I really want to quickly forget her"

«So what's the problem?» - you asked with a smile. "Just get off the cafe and go. Go where you want»

"Make me company" - he looked at you intently. «You are local, you know the whole city. And besides, now I need a person to whom I can pour out my soul» - Harry said with a shy smile.

"Ah ..." - surprised by his request, you stretched out with a smile. "Of course, I want to help you, but are you absolutely sure that you want to pour out your soul to the first one?" - you looked at him with a look, waiting for an answer. "It's just, it's very personal... And I, I think, don’t ... Shouldn’t ..." - you were embarrassed.

"I see," - Harry said, noticing your embarrassment. "I see that I'm distracting you. Farewell" - he walked slowly to the exit.

"Wait" - you shouted, he turned to you with a smirk.

You couldn’t refuse him, seeing how bad he felt. It is better to make him a company and show the beauties of Athens, rather than let him go into his "romantic" drinking-bout. Therefore, you quietly walk along the Greek streets, talking on abstract topics.

Above the capital rose a bright yellow and golden ball of the sun, flooded with its light the ancient buildings of the majestic city. From the high stone walls of the houses the scent of dampness, mixed with the pungent smell of olive oil, was blowing. Residents of the city quietly strolled through the streets, doing their ordinary affairs: someone bought food, someone was walking with children, someone read the book aloud. In all this environment it is impossible to think about something bad.

Harry asked you to take him to the place where tourists usually drive, because, he thought, these places are the most beautiful. He actively told you about his music, so he didn’t notice how you had a view of the most important tourist place in Greece.

An ancient city, the heart of ancient and modern Athens, where thousands of years ago a civilization arose that gave rise to the whole modern Western world. High columns and ensembles of temples from whitewashed stone, in some places were destroyed, but continued to stand. The sunlight shone through the powerful columns, the city seemed at the same time dead and alive.

«Αυτό Ακρόπολη / Acropolis» - in Greek you explained, Harry smiled when he heard your Greek. – «It is called the heart of Athens»

You walked slowly and steadily among the ancient buildings, enjoying the opened views. You stopped, looking at the city below, not noticing that Harry was standing nearby, watching you. He was simultaneously overwhelmed with a sense of sadness because of parting, but he was incredibly happy in your company.

"You know," - he began as you walked to another landmark. «I saw her there. There in Ακρόπολη / Acropolis» - he said, smiling imitating the Greek accent, from which you both laughed.

«So what? Passed by without paying attention,» - you said with a smile, not looking at him. «Is it really so painful to part with your partner?» - you quietly grinned.

"Have not you ever experienced a break up?" - Harry asked with a smirk. "If you say no, I won’t believe it"

«Why?» - you are indignant. "Don’t I look like a person who is able to survive break ups good?" - you raised your inquiring eyes to him.

"No, you're just not like a person you can quit" - he smiled, not looking at you.

Crowds of tourists, dozens of camera flashes have alerted you that you have come to the right place. The sun-celestial veil gently covered the cold whitewashed bodies of the Caryatid’s portico. Five sculptures-columns supported the roof of the temple of the Erechtheion.

"It's beautiful here" - Harry said, continuing to examine the sculptures.

"Yes, mostly because of the ionic style of the temple and the sculptures of the beautiful Καρυάτιδα / Caryatids" - he smiled again at your Greek words.

"You were born here, in Greece?" - he asked, making his way through the crowds of tourists.

«Yes, I was born in Kastoria, in a very cozy Greek town,» - you broke into a broad smile, remembering childhood. «Then we moved to Athens»

Both of you were surprised that there were more tourists in this temple than in the Acropolis. Although usually everything is quite the opposite. To get out of the temple, it is necessary to get through a crowd of tourists who didn’t want to give way. Harry gently took your hand, from the unexpectedness of his touch over your body ran a noticeable shiver. He smiled gently and led you through the crowd.

The light fabric of your dress gently touched your legs, gently slipped around your waist. You breathed deeply, why your breast was raised high; you gently looked away into the city, preparing for the evening. You stood leaning on a tall marble column, from which it was cool. A gentle Athenian wind played with your hair, slowly fingering your curls in his invisible fingers.

«Σύντομα όλα θα τελειώσουν. Θα φύγει και θα με αφήσει μόνο του / Soon all will end. He will leave and forget me» - you said with vexation.

Seeing him, upset and killed by the bitterness of break up, you sincerely felt sorry for him, so you volunteered to help him with his misfortune. "But perhaps," - you thought, "Perhaps something else has prompted me to help him ...? Pity? Sympathy?". You realized that you can’t fall in love with him, as the holiday romance have never lasted long and didn’t end happily.

It would seem in Greece, where for centuries an invisible feeling of love and bliss reigns enveloping the whole country; invisible, but so sensual and alive that it is impossible not to fall in love here with someone. It seems that the Aphrodite herself embraces the city with her love, instilling this tart feeling in everyone's heart.

The whole day you noticed how Harry looks at you. It was not just a friendly look, it was an affectionate and warm look that studied every your movement. You still felt the warmth of his hand on your palm, from this to your cheeks bristled with a slight blush.

"Hey, something's wrong," - Harry asked with concern, noticing your sad face. His unexpected voice made you start a little; you woke up from your thoughts and smiled. "It's almost evening, so take me please somewhere where it's quiet and good-looking" - he smiled.

Scarlet blood spilled over the innocent Athenian sky. In the windows of the city houses and restaurants the fine wine-red smoothness of the evening sky was reflected, whitewashed walls and columns of ancient Greek cultural monuments were painted in light red colors. All around was enveloped in the beauty and breathe of the approaching night.

You climbed the Muse Hill. Embraced by a small park with green trees, in its middle is a monument, a large monument, now lit by a peaceful scarlet color of evening. Harry sat down on one of the large stones and gestured for you to sit beside him.

"You really do know good looks," - Harry said with a smile, not taking his eyes off the evening city. "Everything you showed me today was incredibly beautiful. I left all my thoughts there, left all my thoughts in Ακρόπολη» - you again quietly laughed; he liked to say this word in Greek.

"You're welcome" - you smiled softly, and felt that there were already tears in your throat.

"I don’t want to leave all this, it's so easy for me here, I feel free" - he took a deep breath. "I don’t want to leave you, we have become good friends" - he looked at you with a smile, you trying to avoid his gaze.

Visitors continued to fill the cafe with their noise, the barista continued to fill the cafe with the magical aroma of coffee, and you continued to try to forget Harry, who in one day gave you unforgettable moments more than anyone in your entire life. It's been a month since he left, and since then you have not spoken. Even on the Internet.

You blamed him for not writing to you, although he promised to maintain communication with you on a periodic basis. The bright sun continued to flood the streets of Athens with its soft light, pleasing the inhabitants with warm weather. Today everyone goes somewhere - museums, picnics, meetings, walks - only you and your colleague Orion continue to load yourself with work. You try to forget Harry; Orion is trying to save money for a new guitar.

Taking a bottle of coffee with you (pouring a little red wine in this drink), you went to Muse Hill, the last place where you saw Harry. The sky was as if stained with wounds that filled the evening sky with scarlet colors. Conveniently sitting on one of the cold benches, you looked into the distance, letting the light wind blow all your thoughts.

"You'll freeze" - a voice said, wrapping your shoulders in the jacket.

It was Harry. You realized that it was him, so you were afraid to turn around and meet his gaze. He quietly sat next to you, gently turned your face to him and kissed you. From the surprise of this kiss, you shuddered a little, but felt Harry's warm hands, immediately calmed down. He's here. He's here for you.

"What do you say?" - he exhaled, a little detached to see your face. "Did I manage to surprise you?" - He smiled broadly, running his thumb along your cheek.

"Of course" - you timidly said.

"I love you, Y/N," - he began, leaning towards your ear. "And I never want to leave you for long" - your glances met, you smiled.

Harry pulled away from you and decided to drink your coffee a little. But he quickly felt the taste of wine, so he stopped.

"Y/N, God, what is this?" - you both started to laugh. "Romantic booze?" - you laughed even louder.

"I love you," - you whispered.

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wanderingtrash · 6 years

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yo i gots a request (if you doing them ofc) - spy harry and criminal reader 🌚 issa concept

A/N: Oooh I love this idea! Currently on Christmas break at the moment but I’ll leave you guys with this (;

Harry had never been one to turn down a mission. Never.

Rather he was the first one to volunteer for a mission. He was a clearance A agent. One of the top levels to be. And he didn’t get there by being weak and cowardly.

So when he was assigned a mission to take out one of the city’s most wanted theives Harry didn’t hesistate. But oh boy he had a run for his money.

The plan was simple. He was, with his flirtatious charm engage in a coversation with her. At one of the local bars she did her trading in. Pretending to have no idea about who she was or what her profession was. Maybe take her to the hotel he was saying at and try to get some details out of her. Even just a little would help.

Harry suited up in his best white Gucci suit. His chocolate colored locks were slicked bad. His favorite cologe on.As he pulled up the parking lot of the all exclusive club ‘Envie’. He was a nervous wreck. How could he not be? He knew (Y/N) had allies. She was dangerous even though he had never met her, what he had heard and how wanted she was, was confirmation enough. His green eyes glanced at the review mirror one last time making sure he looked sharp.

Once he had made sure he was presentable he opened the door to his black Range Rover. A young valet parking boy came immediately to his side. He had a few areas of acne on his face and had on a red uniform.

“Thank you.” Harry said and pulled out his wallet, pulling out a 100 dollar bill Harry could swear he saw the boy’s brown eyes sparkle. With a pat to the boy’s back Harry made his way inside.

The huge curive neon letters on top of the club glowing amongst the long line that awaited to be met inside. The air was humid and hot, enough to send anyone with no want to go home.

He saw the hugely built bouncer looking at the list to see if the next person could go in. The bald man had a walki talki on his belt and a taser as well.

Harry recognized the man. By the huge Athena carrying a sword tattoo on his shoulder. It was pretty hard to miss especially in his profession. The guy was wanted for several black market sales he had made. Making a mental note to himself Harry walked up to him. He had it all figured out. His allias name was under the VIP list. Something he (with his resources) had made sure to accomplish.

The bald man felt Harry’s body next to him and looked up. “Do you not see the line sir? There are many more people looking to get in other than you.“

The man said with his rough voice. A viscous tone to his words. Harry could smell the cigarettes and alcohol on the man’s breath. It made Harry’s face scrunch in disgust at the mixture. The people in the line were getting angsty as well. A few men were about ready to fight Harry and a few women were yelling at him.Harry simply looked amused.

“I wouldn’t be talking to a VIP guest like that if I were you mate.” Harry responded with a grin. “Mason Ellington” Pulling out his fake ID with the allias name Harry almost shoved it in the bald man’s face.

Disgruntled and almost in the mindset of murdering Harry. He angrily flipped a few pages. His eyes widened as soon as the name sure enough appeared under the VIP guest list name.

But of course the buff man’s surprised expression didn’t last long as it was replaced by it’s usual rough self. The man moved from his place infront of the door to let Harry in. Not saying a word to him as he waited for Harry to walk inside to continue his job.

Harry slipped his fake ID in his wallet and placed his wallet in the pocket of his dress pants. He walked inside and his ears were immediately attacked with the loud sound of music.

The white colored lights flickered on and off giving Harry a slight headache. Red, blue, and green lights shone against his green orbs. The place was dimmed, the flashing colored lights the only light source. The scent of cigarettes and different types of alcoholic drinks lingered in the air. The place was hot and the loud music blocked out the sound on the people talking. People were dancing and having a great time.

But Harry was only there for one reason.

Harry walked to the bar. A woman around her 30’s serving drinks and talking to an older man. Harry sat down on the bar stool and his eyes skimmed around the club. Trying to find any sight of the imfamous (Y/N). His target.

Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He had no idea what this (Y/N) looked like. She was a sneaky on they said. Doing her work in secret and not letting herself be seen.

Feeling the presence of someone beside him Harry looked to his left. A woman about his age sitting on the bar stool. Her hair loose and the black dress that exposed her thigh from the slit that ran down her leg. He turned his head a bit to look at her face and Harry’s breathing stopped for a second.

Her lips her tinted red and her cheeks were a rosy red. Her make up was done so perfect it looked natural against her features. Harry had never seen anything so intoxicating yet lustful at the same time in his life.

She must’ve felt him staring because she looked at him with her eyes dazed. A small smirk on her red lips as she looked at the handsome stranger that was eyeing her. The heat of her cheeks rose a bit more.

“Like what you see stranger?” She asked with a voice that made Harry’s manhood stiffen a little. A mix of a harsh shot of whiskey and the golden sweetness of honey is all Harry could think to describe her seductive voice. Or maybe she wasn’t trying to be seductive at all. Maybe it was her nature. Harry didn’t know.

Harry grinned a little. His deep dimples coming into view. His own flirtatious side coming out. “You’re hard to miss.” He laughed reaching out for his drink that the blonde waitress had brough him. He sipped on his cocktail. The sweet yet bitter taste filling his taste buds.

“Yeah? That’s a new one, usually get hit on a hit differently.” The beauty told Harry. He was gorgeous sure. But was he worth her attention? She hoped so.

“Who said I was hitting on yeh’?”

She felt like laughing, a chuckle managed to slip past her lips at his comment. He was playing hard to get. She could do the same if he was playing games. “You’re right. I’m way out of your league anyways.” Her shoulders lifted up and she moved her hair to the side. Something about this woman’s persona made Harry infatuated with her. If he could only figure out what.

“Heeey that’s not very nice.” Harry teased her. His hand going to run through his brown colored hair. “Anyone here in your league?”

Her head turned from side to side looking at the people in the club passing by. Then back at him. “Nope, too many losers.” She said with a wink thrown his way. If she wasn’t flirting Harry had no idea what she was doing.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh at her choice of words. She seemed like the type of woman to not let just any man get in her circle. And Harry liked that.

“Well I’m here aren’t I? I’d like to think I’m the farthest thing from a loser ”

“A bit in the cocky side aren’t we?”

“Not Cocky.” Harry shook his head. A smirk on his features. “Confident.”

Before the woman could respond a built tall man came to her side. Whispering something in her ear that Harry couldn’t hear. He saw her smile widen a bit more at what the man was telling her. “That’s great Adam. Let’s go now to finish the deal.” The Adam guy nodded and looked at Harry for a moment before walking off.

She turned back to Harry with her playfully smile etched on her lips. “It was nice meeting you stranger. But I’ve got some business to finish.” She said sliding off the bar stool.

Harry quickly drank the rest of his drink and stood up as well. “Hey, I didn’t get your name.” He asked her as she was about to walk off. Her back turned to him. She froze but then laughed a bit.

“(Y/N)” Was all she said before walking off.

And Harry was left standing frozen in place.

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rosyredlipstick · 7 years

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Hi! I love your aphrodite cabin fics. Could write something about one of the aphrodite boys and an ares boy?

As I just mentioned Stefan noticing how an Ares guy waschecking him out, I’m gonna assume that’s who you want ;)

Hope you enjoy! Just a quick drabble that’s unedited and was wrote in an hour ENJOY MY SPELLING MISTAKES.

Piece of Data - Drabble.

Stefan was a distraction.

Both in the sense of because of his absolutely entrancing beauty(his own words) and, well, in the technical sense.

He liked the focus on the first part, okay?

He was bait, he absolutely knew. Mitchell was in a treesomewhere, knocking out the blue team as they edged towards their flag, andScarlett and Drew, along with a few Hermes girls, were on guard duty – probablya mile away.

Mitchell had at least winced when he gave out Stefan’sposition, an apologetic look on his face.

An Ares kid wouldn’t be able to refuse a fight, especially fromsomeone who was doomed to lose from the beginning. They’d – hopefully – be distractedenough with Stefan to not notice when Sebastian and a few Apollo kids snuck by.They had used this strategy before, and the last person to have this job was inthe infirmary for days, but it worked and they were desperate for a win.

He took a breath, his position under the guise of guarding a‘secret’ entrance (with poorly thrown vines covering the small cave to nowherethat would hopefully act as another distraction), and allowed himself to notfocus on the amount of concealer he was going to have to buy to leave thecabin.

Stefan was resting against the side of the cave, running hisfinger around the detail in the handle of his blade, when he heard the tell-talestomping across the dirt, heavy-footed and heading straight his way.

He stood straighter, his sword coming up, already knowing –Ares kids were the only campers whowalked that way, and Stefan was in the wide-open.

He wasn’t any good with a sword, not like Mitchell was withhis bow, or Drew was with her knives. He was average, able to beat maybe Sophiaon a bad day but never a match forLacey.

And he definitely wasn’ta match for an Ares kid.

But he was anything, he was stubborn, and he wasn’t goingdown without a fight, however terribly fought.

Maybe if he got a few bruises Mitchell would feel bad enoughto persuade Connor into sneaking in a pizza like when Lacey broke her ankle.That’d be nice, at least.

The camper – tall, clearly male but hidden behind distanceand the gold cover of his mask – emerged from the side, coming to a slight stopas he noticed Stefan in the clearing. The gray Ares symbol was stark againstthe honey armor, a threat and a promise in the image.

He was big, that was obvious even without the bronze armorcovering his impressive biceps and wide shoulders. He took a few steps closerto Stefan, a moment of hesitation crossing before he pulled out his sword.

Stefan dug his heels into the dirt, a determined lineangling across his face. The kid looked to be alone, but Athena and Ares hadteamed up for this game so trusting his eyes was out of the question.

“You’re not going past here.” Stefan told him, keeping hishands steady on the cool metal.

The guy took a step forward, his sword swinging with hisstep. “Why they’d put you out here? On your own?”

His voice seemed to be filled with light concern. Unsure ifit was mocking, Stefan scowled instead.

“I don’t need anyone out here.” Stefan lifted his sword overhis shoulder, ready for when the other guy would inevitably attack. Vaguely, hethought of pizza.

The guy paused, his face still hidden under his goldenhelmet. “You’re bait, aren’t you?” He glanced around, apparently looking forwhatever Stefan was hiding. Desperately, he hoped his teammates weren’t stupidenough to run right away.

Stefan huffed out a breath, a little offended. I mean, justbecause it was true doesn’t mean thisAres jerk could say it.

“Are we going to fight, or what?” Stefan asked, less urge toactually fight, more urge to swing his blade at the other guy and maybe denthis armor up a bit.

The Ares jerk was interrupted by the snap of a twig, apparentlysignificant enough to make his whole body freeze up. Stefan resisted the urgeto reach out and pet the other guy’s tensed muscles – they were actually prettyspectacular.

The guy snapped out of his brief shock, spinning around tostare into the forest, leaving his back exposed which was…unheard of, with Areskids.

Whatever the guy saw had him turning back to Stefan, anervous line making up his shoulders.

Damn, did this guy have nice shoulders.

Stefan was weak, okay?

The guy glanced behind him, a nervous motion, and took astep back. “Go.”

Stefan paused, his nervous hands tightening around hisblade. “What?”

The guy waved his hands to the side, still staring behindhim. “Go! Before Quinn and Astrid get here.”

Despite what Scarlett had been drilling into him since hisfirst Capture the Flag, his defense dropped at that, and his stared up at theother boy with a look of confusion. “What are you talking around?”

The guy huffed out a breath, and Stefan had the suddenlydesire to know who he was actually talking to under the armor. “Just go,Stefan!” His words sounded like they were being demanded through gritted teeth,“I don’t want you to get hurt, okay? Go!”

Stefan blinked a few times, and it wasn’t until the guyreached forward and pushed him back that he finally came to his senses. Anotherpair of stomping feet was suddenly audible, and while Stefan could brave thepunch of a single demi-god, three on one? No one would blame him for running (exceptDrew, but she would blame him on the rain if she could figure out how).

He stumbled back, finally realizing, and shot off before hecould think to utter out a thank you or question.

The plan fell apart anyways – Sebastian twisted his ankleand Hina and Kayla got captured before they could use the distraction. Blueteam won, and it was enough for them to agree to try the plan again next week.

Stefan ignored the worried glance Mitchell shot him as hevolunteered as bait.

Stefan was actually really into science.

Always had been – his dad was always off at work and hiscollege-age babysitter clearly had no reference for children age material andwould therefore simply read her class textbooks for him as a bedtime story.

They always worked to put him to sleep, that’s for sure.

But when he was ten – before everything with his familyhappened and he was forced to run off to the vague idea of a camp in New York –the bedtime stories actually became…cool. Maria was long out of college bythen, but didn’t think to trade her reading material for anything moresensible.

So when other kids were reading A Series of Unfortunate Events, and fell asleep to characters of HarryPotter – Stefan was getting chapters of Physics textbooks, and dreamt ofexploding stars and black holes.

And, because of that, Stefan had never had less than A- inany of his science classes.

It’s also why he was so fond of experiments.

And this, right now, this situation was an experiment.

He had his materials – himself, mainly, but also his weaponand armor.

Procedure – go along as closely as possible to last week’sevents, staying alone in the clearing as bait.

His purpose – find out why exactly a son of Ares wouldresist the opportunity to fight – and if he’d do it again.

His hypothesis: As the situation was the same as last week,the son of Ares would come back to the clearing. The result: Unknown, more dataneeded.

Stefan waited there, his finger tapping out a nervouspattern on his handle. He had taken off his helmet long ago, more curious todetermine who the guy was. Anyways, it was within arm’s length and wouldn’ttake more than a moment to put on.

It took a bit longer then last week – perhaps due to theDemeter attack they planned on the West end of forest, but he was back.

It was the same guy, Stefan knew. The mental image of hisstrong shoulders, not even weighted under the heavy armor, had been a frequentmemory of the last week.

The armor added just enough bulk to distort what Stefan knew– he’d been staring that the other cabin all week, desperate to find familiarlines in their bodies, a familiar note in their voices.

The guy walked slowly to him, not even disgusting the facthe was heading straight for Stefan. He hadn’t drawn his blade, not like lasttime, but kept his arms loose at his sides.

The guy sighed as he stood in front of Stefan, and the soundwas almost amused. Weird. “Didn’t you learn from last time you shouldn’t hangout here alone?”

Stefan leaned on his sword, the blade sinking into the softearth a bit. “I can handle myself.”

He hummed, “So that’s why you’re bait right? And where’syour helmet?”

“I don’t want hat hair.” Stefan told him, angling up hischin like he’d seen Drew do.

Something like laughter shook the guy’s shoulders and Stefansuddenly so suddenly wanted to know who it was. “Aphrodite kids, of course.Shoulda known.”

He had a slight southern accent to his words. Stefan fiercelywished he had paid more attention to when the Ares and Aphrodite kids wouldmeet up, wish he knew more than justtheir names and ass shape.

He added the fact of the accent to his data, continuing on.

“I’d say the same about you except…” Stefan grinned, and heknew how it made him look. He let off a bit of his allure – not much, they werepublic after all – and said, “You didn’t fight me. What was that about?”

He shrugged, drawing even more attention to his shoulders which, um, fuck. “I like you.” He said, matter-of-fact. Stefan’s cheeks, embarrassingly,heated up at the frank sentence. “I’m not gonna fight you if I like you.” Hecocked his head to the side, his voice curious. “Is that why your cabin put youhere?”

Stefan opened his mouth to deny the fact except, um, didthey?

They were all forced to watch Mitchell moon-eye over Connorlast summer, each sworn to stay out of each other love lives. They would neverdirectly intervene, no, but this was the kind of subtle motions his cabin wasfluent in.

Stefan paused. Didthey?

Before he could answer – thankfully, because Stefan had no idea – the guy froze up again, likelast week, and spun towards the forest, then Stefan.

He cursed, “Clarisse is coming.” The guy hissed, not pushingStefan away – like last week – but pushing him back towards the cave. “Hide!”

Stefan actually did as told because, um, Clarisse was fucking terrifying.

The cave wasn’t big, just enough space to walk around a bit,hardly standing at full length.

But it was perfectfor hiding – specifically if you curl up in the corner of the shadows.

The stomping got closer, the sound lightening as she emergedin the grassy learing. Stefan couldn’t see the head counselor, could hardly seethe edge of the guy’s back through the vines – now was really not thetime to notice but Stefan was suddenly so grateful that the Ares kids nevermissed leg day because damn -

“I cleared this area.” Stefan could barely hear the guy tellher, “Roxy and Hunter took the east part of the forest.”

She grunted in agreement, “Good. They’ve got good eyes. Youdone here? Annabeth is about to make the attack for the flag and we needdefense.”

“Yeah, I’m done – let’s go.”

There was a moment of silence – a pause, and Stefan wonderedhow long he should wait before crawling out. The quiet was broken, and whenClarisse spoke up, her voice was much more closer then Stefan would havepreferred. “Did you check that cave?”

“Nothing there. Some spiders, a few garden snakes.”

That must have been the right thing to say, because Clarisse’svoice was much more distant as she responded. “Gross. Alright, find Eliza and –“She cut herself off, her voice edging up. “Shit! That’s Kayla! Get her!”

Both of them shot off after Kayla, hopefully missing howHina was shadowing after her, Sebastian ahead.

He was left alone, the sudden quiet leaving him with aphysical presence in the cave, as well as a major fact.

Stefan…had to figure out who that guy was.

It couldn’t be Archer – much too young – and they hadmentioned Hunter. That left…Sherman, Mark, Arsen, and Ellis. For the first timein his life, Stefan cursed the similar, tall, muscular build that all the olderAres teens carried.

He needed to figure this out.

And he needed more data.

The red flag was flowing through the air, and his team was still screaming their heads off.

Scarlett had cried, and Mitchell was still pretending hispink eyes had to do with lack of sleep.

They had thrown Stefan in the air, each demanding to know howhe’d managed to distract two Areskids while Sebastian and Hina snuck by without even getting a bruise.

Stefan was still laughing, pretending like his story wasmore interesting then “I hid in the cave”and pretending to take the tale to his grave.

His siblings and friends surrounded him, each high on theirown version of the game. Mitchell and Connor, disgustingly, were lip-locked inthe middle of the crowd, Connor’s winning move of delivering the other side’sflag apparently still being rewarded.

Stefan was laughing as Lacey hung off him and Sophia’sshoulders, her feet kicked up so she could swing between them. Both of them,giggling, hugged him tight, Sophia’s hand coming up to ruffle his hair. Theypulled away, running off to apparently octopus Sebastian as he held Sabrina onhis shoulders.

Their team was integrated with each cabin freely running backand forth, a Demeter girl hand-in-hand with Scarlett, a Hermes guy trailingafter them both, each of them beaming with victory as they ran off. There wasalready a rumor the Hermes cabin had a victory celebration planned, and fromthe several cotton candy machines being wheeled out, it wasn’t just that.

Stefan was just peeling off a hug from Sabrina, Sebastianrunning off in her wake as she shot away, when something – someone – caught thecorner of his eye.

Ellis – one of the Ares kids around his age, strolled up toStefan, grinning, and Stefan’s world nearly took a 360.

Ellis…had really nice shoulders.

And had always stared at Stefan’s collarbones more then normal (which, Stefan had amazing collarbones, he knew this, so it was to be expected to a certain extent)

Stefan had the sudden vivid memory of one of the Hermes kidsSpring Break parties last month, where there was too much alcohol and not enoughadult supervision, where Stefan had made out with three separate guys in onenight – Malcolm, who still avoiding his eyes, Basil, who was the biggest flirt inDemeter and still winked at Stefan from across the Mess Hall, and –

And Ellis.

He had been so fuzzy that night, just happy to be in someone’sarms with all their attention on him. It had been the end of the night, andStefan was always, uh, excited afterhis third drink, and Ellis had…

He blinked, nearly dizzy with the forgotten memory.

…Ellis had dropped him off with Mitchell, laughing andpulling off Stefan’s arms as Stefan tried to push down his pants. He winked,telling Stefan to come back if he actually remembered anything in the morning.

Stefan hadn’t, not at all, only remembering bits and piecesof warm mouth and dark hair, not really thinking of how he ended up waking upin Mitchell’s bottom bunk. Had only known it was three guys instead of the two he remembered from Sebastian’s later teasing about one-upping him.

Ellis was grinning down at him now, amused, his helmettucked under his arm.

And that….that was the last piece of data.

Hope you enjoyed, anon! And I apologize for my many mistakes but i’m tired and I have homework

#asks #rosy answers #fic #my fic #ares cabin #aphrodite cabin #my ocs

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One shot Story Jily AU

So, I had this story A Pirate’s life for me, an AU with my fave ship (pun not intended) Jily, and it was supposed to be a multi-chapter story, but I never got around to do it, and only had this. This is years old, and it is kind of a repost, but I have edited some, and I made a cover I just Love! I almost decided to try and work on the story again, just for the sake of using the cover :P But no.

A one shot story. Hope you enjoy! (And sorry for the mistakes, because I may have edited, but not that much. So my younger self will have to speak for her own on that one x’D

Also found on wattpad.

Title: A Pirate’s life for me Words: 1998 (5 pages) Fandom: Harry Potter (A Jily fanfiction) AU. Summary: James potter and his crew is on the waves when they find a certain ship with a very interesting cargo onboard, that contains a certain red haired lady who they may or may not know.

It was a good day James mused when he sat his eyes on the sky, before letting it slide down onto the deck where his crew were working hard, and fast - not missing a beat. The ship was cutting through the waves in a speed that even David Jones couldn't complain about. James' hands laid steady on the rudder as he could feel the power of the waves beneath him; it always calmed him in some way. His eyes barely flicked when he saw his first mate coming up the stairs with a smile on his face.

"Going good, nothing to report that wouldn't bore you."

"I guess no news is good news." James grinned.

"Exactly."

Sirius Black, first mate - and not only the position on the ship. He was foremost James Potter's best friend for many years. Alongside the second mate who was also the navigator: Remus Lupin.

As if this was a call to said man, Remus came up the stairs with a small but contend smile on his face.

"We are making good speed Captain' by this we will reach the next port within the week." Remus said as he took place by James' right side - opposite to Sirius (who were on the left).

"The men will certainly appreciate that. Some fine woman company is what they need after this trip."

"You sure you're not talking about yourself, huh Sirius?"

"What? Don't tell me you're not getting wet dreams by now? Ha, is Remus still dry behind his ears?"

"I never said that."

"Sure you didn't, your whole face says it."

"It does not."

"Does too."

"No."

"Yes."

"Wanker!"

"That's what I'm hinting at, yes." Sirius said smug.

"Shut up."

"Guys, shut it." James interrupted when his lookout called for his attention. They abruptly stopped their bickering when they heard, and they directed their gaze on the watcher.

"What do you see Leo?" James yelled.

"A Ship Cap'n."

"What's her crest?"

"It's the royal King's crest, Cap'n." Beside James a short whistle escaped Sirius while Remus face took on a frown.

"They shouldn't be in these waters." James mused (saying what Remus had been thinking) as he let go of the wheel, and took his spyglass. As they were told, a ship in the horizon, small like an ant could be seen, and he could only just slightly glimpse the name, but no more did he need.

"Well, well, well, looks like Athena is out sailing." The brig before them was not heading towards them, but nonetheless it was still optional wherever they should attack or not.

"Athena? Hmm then it must be the King's right hand. Nobody but him gets to sail that ship," Remus said trying to see the ship. Sirius turned his glance to James and asked:

"What will you have us to do, Captain?" A smile was tugging at the edges of James lips, while observing Athena through the spyglass.

"I think it's time to say hello to our friends, it has been far too long since we last paid our respects." He heard a grin, and a snort from his friends, but no more needed said, and Sirius yelled out to the men.

"PREPARE FOR BATTLE!"

***

Lily Evans, a young lady, and at the moment very must stuck on a ship where she would rather jump from the railing then stay - if it wasn't for the fact that she very much wanted to live a little longer than just twenty years of course.

It was not because Lily didn't like to sail. She loved the sea; it's waves, and the salty taste on the wind - what she didn't like was the King's right hand. A man who at the moment had the custody of her, the King's niece. You would think that being the King's niece would mean safety and kind feelings, but all it had given her so far was bruises, and a very dark loathing feeling towards the whole royal family – except her father and mother.

But that didn't mean much at the moment. Oh, she knew the King was gloating at the moment with the prospect that he had her in his palm. Because that meant he had a hold of a weakness; his brother's weakness.

Lily wouldn't call herself a lady, not in any form or way. And most would agree with her. She had heard on more than one occasion how she was wild and unmannered, more a lass than a lady, and that was fine by her. Rather be a lass with an opinion and some nerve than a woman of the court who nodded, and was doing the men's bidding.

And while this was all good – or bad – Lily didn't really see what was coming towards them, not yet that was. For now, she had escaped from deck below, now eyeing some of the smaller boats that was escorting them. Gunner boats as they called them. A necessary being a royal vessel.

A brief wind, salty, wild in her dark red locks, and slightly cold on her fair skin but with a certain feel to it, that made her nor shiver or going inside for warmth, passed her by as a lost friend. It was a small peace, which was disturb very quickly by a glare sent her way. She did not see it but felt it rather.

Her neck felt almost sore just by the look. Warm and prickling. She didn't need to turn around to see who was very unsatisfied by her mere present on deck.

The King's right hand: Sir Rupert Scrivener – commander of the ship, and just down right vile. She didn't need him to tell her that she didn't belong here.

She knew.

A yell across the ship caught her attention. Another ship was getting closer towards them. Curious at the new vessel she leaned over the railing trying to get a closer look. It had gotten surprisingly close. She could just – but only so – see the name but not yet the flag.

The Marauding Luna.

It sounded familiar in some foreign place in her mind as her mouth chewed on the word. It was almost too familiar, but why so she couldn't place. She knew many ships, being the daughter of her kind of a father. Perhaps the name said it all, but it wasn't before a shout of dread that made her know why this ship made an unknown feeling plant in her chest, that she knew why.

"PIRATES! THEY ARE GETTING INTO OUR WIND!"

Pirates. Bloody Pirates, and yet, a smile was growing steadily and sure on her lips.

"Get the girl down below the deck, now!"

What?!

Before Lily could registry what was going on, a crewmember had already a hold on her arm and was taking her away. She looked over her shoulder, and saw the grim expression of Sir Rupert. He probably thought that it was all her doing that they now were going to defend against plundering pirates, and in a way, it probably was. She only smiled at him and got below deck, to be locked away in a small room without a window.

***

She was perhaps fairly lucky she thought, when no cannonball had hit her room, and probably doing an end to her life. But the fight was on, and still going by the sound of it. Yelling, clashes of swords, and the continuous blasts of gunshots sounded like a thunderous storm above her. She was not sure how long the fight had lasted so far, but by the sound of it, the end was near, and Lily knew whom she was placing her bets on.

She also knew that the longer she stayed here, the more she was going to go out of her mind. Being locked away was so not helping her nerves. The semi dark room made her skin feel clammy, making her dress cling against her body, that was really not comfortable.

Her silent prayer was heard, but she only found out half an hour later when her door was mashed in - but the faces of those who had found her was not of happiness or in any form of that manner. It was shock.

They looked at each other, uncertain of what to do. There were three of them, but finally they all reached to the same conclusion, and took her on deck. Their hold on her were perhaps just a tad tighter than what she thought was necessary, but she didn't comment. She just had to talk to the pirate captain, and hopefully all her prayers would be heard, and answered too with as much manners that you could expect from a pirate.

But what meet her on deck was not what she had thought, and almost as soon as her prayers were blooming they withered. It was not the dead bodies, or the remain of the captured crew – she held little feelings for them, not that she wasn't perplexed by the bodies, but she knew life, and life was never fair. No, it was the fact that when she was nearing the pirate captain that she instant knew who it was.

Black raven coloured hair that was a mess, board shoulders, tall, and rank. The two men besides him didn't contradict this. Oh, they were shocked when they laid eyes on Lily. Light brown hair and light blue eyes, and black sleek hair, and grey eyes. Undoubtedly Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black, the infamous trio - when you also counted their captain; James bloody Potter into the equation.

Their pirate captain.

This was a nightmare coming true.

James Potter turned around. His eyes widen when they laid on her, and it looked for a second he wanted to say something, but found himself stunned – but only for a short time of course.

"If it isn't Lily Evans."

"I'm surprised that you can even remember other names then your own with that ego of yours."

"You really should learn how to speak to people Evans."

"Then it's good I don't really count you as one."

"Oh, how you wound my heart like no other."

"I try."

"Anyway, you sure made it easy for us Rupert – you see Evans, your father has made a rather large bounty on your head – being the daughter of the Pirate King and all that." Said James, looking at Rupert then Lily while he spoke.

The shock on Sirius face had turned into a smug smile as he stepped towards Lily.

"And here we only came to pay our respects to Sir Rupert. Sorry to say it Love, but dresses really aren't your thing. " She raised a thin brow. "I know." She answered.

The green eyes of Lily Evans turned course and landed on Remus. A small smile played. His shocked expression had slowly turned gentle, and friendly, and perhaps just a little resigned.

"And here I thought that you were too clever to be with this lot, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised." Lily mused while watching Remus intently, who laughed lightly while shaking his head.

"And where would they be if I didn't stay with them?" He asked.

"Fair point." She nodded.

Perhaps it could have been worse she thought, standing between Sirius, and Remus. Both looking how James handled the situation, and just royally pissed Sir Rupert off to a certain point, before declaring it was time to leave. This time around, Lily felt safe and perhaps just a little happy when she stood on The Marauding Luna watching them leave Athena behind in its own devastating state. She was going home, she knew that, and she was with people she more or less could talk with – well James Potter was a whole other thing, but she could deal with that later.

"Happy to go home?" James was learning on the railing besides her, and for the first time in days Lily could sigh with relief.

"Much." A smug smile tucked at the edges of James Lips, but he said nothing more.

Because they were going home.

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