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peacelovepandora · 1 year

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Fear of You, Deep and Blue

Jake x Daughter!Reader

if you want, you can set the mood by listening to james horner's fourth track on the avatar soundtrack called "the bioluminescence of the night". but anyways, enjoyyyyy <3

"Mom! Mom! Watch!" Lo'ak exclaimed, before charging at the pond, jumping up--balling his limbs to his chest in the process--and splashing into the water.

"Oh!" Neytiri exclaimed, laughing as she leaned away, shielding her hand in front of her face, "Lo'ak!"

"Woo!" Neteyam cheered, following suit as Lo'ak resurfaced from underneath the water.

When Neteyam jumped in, Neytiri laughed as she swam backwards. Her long limbs combed through the water, each movement causing it to ripple around her. She swam a few strokes before her arm connected with a smooth, floating surface. Turning around, she quickly realized that she'd come in contact with a small lily pad. Smiling, she made her way around it before ducking beneath the water's surface.

Neteyam and Lo'ak, who had been heavily occupied with splashing one another, slowed their movements. Neteyam was the first to scan their surroundings--the grand silhouettes of trees, vines, and leaves, the scattered fan lizards gliding above their heads, the gentle sway of overgrown plant tendrils and grass as the breeze agitated them. Neighboring planets gleamed above them within the deep blue, night sky. Though movement was happening, naturally, everything seemed to reach a temporary stillness.

Then, glancing over at the soft, grassy land--adjacent to the pond, which led back to the village--Neteyam released a breath when he spotted you. Occupied by your multicolored beads and strings, you hadn't noticed the sudden silence around you.

"Hey," Lo'ak called, making Neteyam turn to him, "Where's Mom and Dad?"

Just as he asked this, Jake and Neytiri broke from the water's surface, each parent grabbing a son before throwing him in the air. Neteyam and Lo'ak screamed, flinging their limbs wildly. The element of surprise worked against them as they fell back into the water, having no time to brace themselves. Both boys landed recklessly in the water.

Jake and Neytiri laughed, high-fiving before Jake maintained his grip on her hand and pulled it to his lips. As he kissed her knuckles, she smiled, shaking her head at him.

When Neteyam and Lo'ak resurfaced, they both began yelling in protest.

"What was that for?"

"Mom!"

"No fair! You ganged up on us!"

"Not cool!"

The commotion made you look up from your beads, curious to see what had your older brothers screaming so piercingly. When you saw your parents laughing at them as they complained animatedly, you bit back a smile before lowering your head again.

Jake chuckled before turning to check on you. As expected, you hadn't moved from the spot he'd left you at. His gaze softened as his smile fell slightly. Then, after feeling a gentle hand on his arm, he turned to face his mate.

Neytiri's gaze, as soft as his, shifted from him to you. Jake turned his attention back to you as Neytiri swam closer. As she reached Jake, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Absentmindedly, his large hands cupped her waist, pulling her closer.

"Ma Jake," she whispered, "There will be a time when this cannot continue."

Jake released a sigh, keeping his eyes on you as he nodded. "I know."

As Lo'ak and Neteyam began tackling each other, once again, Neytiri leaned in, positioning herself closer to Jake's ear.

Jake lowered his gaze, focusing on the luminescent pond floor. "She was just a baby," he continued, "I mean, she still is just a baby, but she couldn't even walk yet."

Guilt flooded his eyes, making Neytiri frown before cupping his cheek. She coaxed him to face her before speaking.

"Ma Jake," she breathed, "You are not to blame. She would have followed you anywhere."

"But I should've been watching her," he whispered, "Our baby girl, she--" He shook his head, closing his eyes before continuing. "She's traumatized by this. She's not gonna wanna go near another body of water again."

Neytiri rubbed his cheekbone with her thumb. Then, after planting a kiss on his skin, she leaned back and looked at you. Jake turned to look, as well, observing you quietly.

A small smile was plastered on your lips as you excitedly finished your last bracelet. Then, looking up, you met the gaze of both your parents, making your smile widen.

"Mommy! Daddy! Come see!"

Unable to help himself, Jake broke into a wide smile, feeling his heart swell at your high-pitched, enthusiastic tone.

Neytiri smiled brightly, tilting her head as she admired you. "Coming, my love!"

Turning back to Jake, she leaned in to speak in his ear. "She is still so young," she whispered, "It is better if we solve this now, rather than later."

Jake pulled back, staring at her for a moment. Neytiri raised her eyebrows, giving him an encouraging look. Then, turning around, Neytiri called to your brothers.

"Neteyam! Lo'ak! Come!"

The boys took one last jab at each other before pulling away. As they walked out of the pond, Neytiri raised herself to a standing position before following them out.

Padding across the forest floor, both brothers ran past you, not before placing a quick hand on your head in the process.

"Straight home!" Neytiri called after them, before kneeling in front of you.

"Mommy!" you called, smiling as she eyed you endearingly.

"Yes, my sweet girl," she replied, running a hand through your long hair, "What do you have for me?"

Raising your hands, you held the ends of a beaded bracelet, which was just long enough to fit around Neytiri's wrist. "A gift!" you answered, eyeing her eagerly for approval.

"Oh, ‘itetsyìp ," she cooed, grabbing your face and pressing her forehead against yours, emitting giggles from you, "It is the most beautiful!"

As Neytiri held out her wrist, allowing you to tie the bracelet on, the sound of rippling water caused you to look up. Jake stepped out of the water, tilting his head to catch a glimpse of the bracelet. You smiled up at him before completing the knot.

"Daddy!" you squealed, quickly grabbing your second bracelet, "Don't worry, I didn't forget about you! See?"

Jake chuckled, though his smile didn't reach his eyes, as he kneeled before you. "I get one too?" he asked.

"Mhm! Hold your hand out!" you instructed, making him smile again.

Following your orders, he held his wrist out, letting you wrap the beaded string around it. As you concentrated on tying, Neytiri placed her hand on your head and kissed your hair. When her lips connected with your head, she looked up, eyeing her mate.

Feeling her eyes on him, Jake looked up to meet Neytiri's gaze. His expression fell slightly as she pulled away, standing up silently. Giving him one last nod, she slipped away into the forest.

When you finished your knot, you raised your hands in celebration. "Done!" you exclaimed, making Jake turn his attention back to you, "Do you like it?"

Jake smiled softly, raising his wrist to admire your work. "Wow, look at that," he breathed, turning his wrist over, "My baby girl's the best bead artist in all of Pandora!"

You giggled, making his smile grow. Lowering his wrist, he held his hands out to you, motioning you over.

"C'mere," he instructed softly.

He watched as you stood up, brushing off your backside before turning to face him. Then, you took one small step forward, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. Jake tilted his head, instantly picking up on your playful aura. When you took another small step forward, he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, we're playin' that game, huh?" he asked, lowering his hands to brace himself.

Giggles poured from your lips as you braced yourself before sprinting in the opposite direction.

"Oh, that was a big mistake, baby!" he called, running after you.

You screamed, sprinting across the grass before reaching a tree. When you darted behind it, Jake reached it, grabbing onto the trunk. Your giggles grew louder as you peeked around the trunk, only to be met with your father's looming figure.

"I see you!" he exclaimed, making you squeal and run to the other side.

Jake laughed loudly, mimicking your movements as he switched sides. When you peeked around the opposite side, Jake hid his presence for a moment. Then, he popped his head out with a growl.

"You can't hide from me!" he barked, making you scream and run back around.

As easily as it would've been for him to catch you, a childish part of him thrived in the chase. So, he let you run around the tree before padding after you, reaching his hands out like claws.

"I'm gonna get you!" he yelled, quickly gaining on you, "Those little legs can only carry you so far!"

Jake dropped to his knees and skidded across the forest floor, sliding behind you and grabbing your waist. You screamed as he lifted you, flipping you upside down. Then, he pulled you to his chest, keeping one arm wrapped around your legs--which were kicking wildly--as he poked your stomach repeatedly with his other hand.

"Is this what you want? Huh?" he teased, switching to lightly wiggling his fingers over your soft stomach, making you go wild, "You want Daddy to give you some belly laughs?"

You shook your head, unable to get a word out through your laughter.

"No? You sure?" he asked, raising his tone to be heard over your laughs, "Because whenever you wanna provoke me, this is how we solve things."

You shook your head, raising your hands to cover your face.

"Ah, no you don't," Jake said, quickly digging into your hollows to make you lower your hands, "Don't you dare hide that smile from me."

He flipped you right-side up, wrapping his arms around your tiny body and pulling you close. Your giggles died down as he pressed his face against the side of your head, nuzzling into you.

Releasing a sigh, he cupped your head. "My sweet girl," he breathed, "I can never get enough of that smile of yours."

Wrapping your arms around Jake's neck, you pulled yourself closer.

"I love you, Daddy."

Though he knew it wasn't physically possible, he'd almost convinced himself that his heart had turned to mush in that moment. Lowering you, he pressed your head against his chest as he began petting your head, working his hand slowly through your dark waves.

"I love you more, baby. You know I'll always protect you, right?" he asked, making you nod, "I'd reign all hellfire if anything happened to you."

Glancing down, he grew relieved as he saw your eyes drooping closed. However, his relief morphed into anxiety and guilt as he looked towards the pond.

A small noise came from your lips, making Jake snap his gaze back down to you. However, he relaxed when he saw that you'd simply let out a small whimper in your sleep.

"Shhhh," he hushed you, watching as your hand subconsciously slid down his collarbone before settling on his chest.

With every breath he took, your small hand rose and fell with his chest. Ever since you were an infant, you'd always found comfort in filling his heartbeat as you drifted off.

As Jake's mind wandered back to memories of you as a baby, he was unable to stop it from traveling to that night.

"It's mine!" Lo'ak exclaimed, charging after his brother.

"I had it first!" Neteyam protested, water splashing at his feet as he ran into the pond.

"Aye! Both of you!" Jake called, running after his sons, "Quit it now! Give it to me!"

Jake briefly put you down before climbing into the pond. Neteyam and Lo'ak had already made their way to the deeper end, much to Jake's annoyance. He began swimming after them, scolding them in the process.

As you watched your father, you let out amused giggles, clapping your hands. Then, as he got farther away, you frowned slightly, your instincts wanting him close to you again.

Since your only method of travel was with your hands and knees, you began to crawl along the side of the pond. You babbled as you followed Jake, continuing along the edge as he swam farther into the deep end.

"Stop! No! Give it to me!" Jake chided, gripping Neteyam's wrist and snatching the object from his grasp, "Both of you need to cool it. Now."

"Dad!" Neteyam exclaimed, pointing past Jake as Lo'ak smacked the back of his head.

"Aye!" Jake barked, snatching Lo'ak's arm, "What did I just say?"

"Dad!" Neteyam yelled again, eyes wide with fear as he continued to point.

Jake looked at Neteyam, following his finger before sharply turning around. He caught sight of your hand reaching the edge of the pond before you stopped, smiling as you realized that you had Jake's attention again.

"Y/N!" Jake yelled, eyes wide as he bolted back towards you, swimming furiously.

"Dad, get her!" Lo'ak yelled, panic echoing in his tone.

Jake had almost reached you when your hand went over the edge, causing you to plummet into the water. Though you were an infant, the feeling of the icy cold temperature rushing into your lungs--along with the suffocating gasp you took--would forever be ingrained in your mind.

"Shit!"

Your father's eyes expanded with panic as he took a sharp breath and dived. It took him no time to spot you, given that the pond's floor glowed with a radiance that matched the rest of the forest. Your tiny body squirmed as a confused panic overwhelmed your young mind.

Jake straightened his body, shooting forward with a fresh momentum before grabbing you. Within a couple of seconds, he reached the surface, raising you above his head in order to help you resurface first. As he gasped and blinked rapidly, your coughs and cries immediately triggered his panic reflex.

"Y/N!" Neteyam yelled.

Ignoring his sons' calls, Jake pulled you to his chest and hopped out of the water. Then, he began patting your back, coaxing water out of your lungs as you spit up repeatedly.

"Oh my God, baby," Jake cooed, voice shaking with panic, "Baby, baby, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

He gently bounced you once before patting your back again. "That's it, that's it. Get it all out."

Once your coughing was completed, it was replaced by crying. Jake cursed himself as he pulled you to his chest, bouncing you gently as he cupped your small head in his hand.

"I'm so sorry, baby girl. I'm so sorry," he cooed, "Shhhh, it's over now. Daddy has you. Daddy's got you."

Jake closed his eyes, feeling a fire spark within him as the memory concluded. He still held a great deal of anger at himself. In many ways, he felt as though he'd failed to protect you. Furthermore, he was reminded of it every time you refused to go near a larger body of water.

However, he also knew that his mate was right. It was better to get you over this fear now than later. You couldn't go your whole life avoiding water.

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Releasing a sigh, you blinked briefly as a yawn pushed its way through your lips. As your vision began to clear, you leaned your head up. Immediately, you were met with the tender gaze of your father.

Smiling, you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Hi, Daddy."

He smiled briefly. "Hi, baby," he answered lowly, "Have a good nap?"

You nodded. "Mhm."

Turning away from him, you rubbed your eyes before opening them once again. As your surroundings materialized before you, a paralyzing panic shot through your entire body. Eyes widening, you looked around, moving your gaze from Jake's arms around your body to the pool of water that surrounded you. Turning frantically, you spotted the grassy forest floor, several feet away.

"No," you breathed, tears gathering in your eyes, "No! No! Daddy! No!"

"Y/N, Y/N," Jake called calmly, tightening his grip on you as you began squirming, "Baby, look at me. Look at me, sweetheart."

He'd never seen you break down so fast. Pure terror befell your eyes as you began screaming. Your piercing voice echoed throughout the entire forest, agitating a swarm of fan lizards as they took off above you.

Jake felt his heart shattering within his chest as he maintained his steel grip on you, knowing that he would need to tough it out for the results he wanted in the end.

Nevertheless, he couldn't help thinking that he did this to you. He was the reason that water terrified you so deeply. However, this weighing guilt gave him the strength to assure an end to this fear. Once you saw how harmless and beautiful water could be, you would be able to move past this.

"Baby girl, please," he begged softly, "Look at me. Look at Daddy."

However, the longer he held you, the more he realized that his words would do nothing to soothe your tears. This was pure, genuine fear, and you simply needed to cry it out.

So, after releasing a sigh, he pressed your head against his chest, once again. Bouncing you gently, he let you cling to him and scream at the top of your lungs. Closing his eyes and tilting his head back, he continued to remind himself that this was for your own good.

Jake didn't time it, so he had no idea how long you cried, but he'd never forget the relief that washed over him when you finally began to calm down. Opening his eyes, he lowered his gaze to you, watching as your hoarse voice began to quiet down. Keeping his vision trained on you, he waited as your cries turned to sniffles. Then, after a long moment, you grew silent, wiping your swollen eyes with your hands.

Before saying anything, he let you look around. He wanted you to observe your situation and process the lack of danger on your own. Still hiccuping with the occasional sniffle, you looked around, taking in the serene state of the pond.

Finally, you looked back up at Jake, eyeing him vulnerably. He released a breath through his nose, smiling softly as he tilted his head.

"You ready to hear me out now?" he asked.

Your small hand moved over his chest, resting over his heart. Lowering your gaze, you nodded.

"Okay," he began, tilting your head back up with his pointer, "I need you to know that I'm not gonna let anything happen to you tonight. Do you understand?"

You pouted, looking around before nodding.

"Water is not always scary. It cleanses us, relaxes us, hydrates us, offers us methods of travel," he continued, "and once your body learns how to interact with water, it can do so much for you, baby."

You released a breath, still eyeing the pond with uneasiness. Slowly, Jake began to lower himself. "There are countless situations where water can be harmless. I need to show you that so you don't have to be afraid anymore."

Whining slightly, you clung to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Immediately, he stopped his movements.

"You want a moment?" he asked.

After you nodded, he maintained his position, allowing you to adjust to your proximity to the water. Once you grew comfortable, you looked back at him.

"Can I keep going?" he asked gently, earning a nod from you.

Jake resumed lowering himself, finally stopping when your feet were just above the water. He tightened his grip before speaking once more.

"I got you," he said simply.

As he slowly lowered you both into the water, you tucked your face into his neck, squeezing your eyes shut. You felt the temperature slightly drop around you. Once the water was up to your chest, Jake halted his movements, allowing you to adjust.

In the silence of the night, the only sound you heard was the soft rippling of the water that surrounded you. For a few minutes, you kept yourself tucked into Jake's neck, not daring to lift your head. However, after Jake placed a hand over your head, petting your hair, you slowly gained the courage to sit up.

When you did, you gasped, looking around at how close the water was to you. Jake watched you closely, monitoring your state.

Then, you released a breath, feeling your fear begin to slip off of you. Jake lifted his hand from the water, running it softly over the back of your head before lowering it.

"You okay?"

When you nodded, he sighed, smiling slightly.

"Okay," he answered, "Now, I've told you about holding your breath before, right? Let me see you do it."

Meeting his eyes, you took in a deep breath and puffed up your cheeks. Jake laughed, nodding briefly.

"Exactly. Good girl." He bounced you once, readjusting his grip on you. "Now, that's what you always have to do when you go underwater. No matter what, don't take a breath while underneath. That's how it hurts your chest."

Raising a hand, he placed it over your small chest. "Right here. But if you hold your breath, going under won't hurt you."

Releasing the breath you'd been holding, you lowered your gaze to his hand, which was still resting on your chest. Then, you looked back into his eyes--eyes that assured a sense of security that no one could match.

Jake shook his head. "That's all it is."

When he lowered his hand, wrapping it back around your body, you glanced around one more time. Jake waited for you to meet his gaze again before raising an eyebrow.

"Can we try?" he asked, squeezing you briefly.

You took a small breath and nodded.

Jake smiled, grabbing your hand and pressing it against his chest.

"Ready?" he asked, "Deep breath."

The two of you inhaled deeply before he lowered your bodies beneath the water's surface. The cool rush was a shock to your mind, but you found the sensation slightly refreshing. Opening your eyes, you were met with a view of your father, his eyes watching you as his queue floated freely behind him. He nodded to you, giving you a close-lipped smile.

When he brought you back up, you both inhaled deeply, blinking rapidly as water dripped down your faces. You panted, looking around as Jake held you to him.

Cupping your head, he raised his eyebrows. "You okay?"

As your panting breaths calmed, you felt a small smile tug on your lips. "Again, Daddy."

His eyes widened as he gawked at you. For a moment, he remained silent. However, his blank stare turned into a wide smile. Before long, his smile broke into relieved laughter.

"A-Again?" he repeated, cupping your cheek.

You nodded, unable to resist smiling with him.

Jake released a breath, shaking his head. "Oh, good girl," he breathed, squeezing you to him and peppering you with kisses, "Good girl, good girl."

You giggled as he leaned back, wiping some hair from your face. "My brave girl," he whispered, "God, I love you so much."

"Again, Daddy," you repeated, making him chuckle before nodding.

"Alright, we'll go again. Ready? Deep breath."

As you repeated your actions, you stayed underneath longer. Looking around, you took in the glowing pond floor. You felt as though you were seeing a completely different version of the world. Then, after looking back at Jake, you pressed your hand against his chest.

Jake looked down, smiling at your hand placement before pulling you close, holding you as your hair floated wildly around you.

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eunoiaastralwings · 4 months

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A Snowy Winter

featuring bucky x mom!reader and their litte James Jr

fandom mcu- tfatws era

a/n read alone but is part of my James 'Jay' Steven Barnes drabble series - follow the James Bucky Jr tag if like more :)

warnings talk of his trauma, fluff - anything else ? - let me know

You were by the window showing Jay snow that was falling outside.

Bucky didn’t seemingly want to do anything with the snow – since what happened to him. In fact, he hated it now, but son was seemingly happy as his little blue eyes looking out the window curiously and in awe.

However – Bucky does walk over to his wife and son, leaning nearby just watching them.

“Look at the pretty snowflakes, Jay. . .”

You cooed your 2-month baby pointing out the window. Jay looked out the window – his bright blue eyes shining.

You had named your son James Steven Barnes, after Bucky’s first name of James and of course Cap’s name for his middle name– but you also took the liberty of nicknaming your son Jay – while you were at it.

Bucky looks over at their 2-month-old son and smiles warmly. He then looks out the window – his expression changing instantly seeing the snow.

“Wanna go play out in the snow, Jay?”

You ask your little baby seemingly excited for him to experience the snow for the first time.

Bucky watches as Jay looks out the window with awe and excitement – but looks away as he remembers his own traumatic experience with the snow.

You turn to notice Bucky looking troubled – and asks him if he’s alright, knowing how much winter and snow troubled him.

Bucky only have a quick nod.

“We’ll go, you can stay here, love.”

You gently said to Bucky kissing his cheek – “Don’t worry, OK?”

Bucky nods – but still can’t shake the feeling of dread as he watches Jay’s excitement and enthusiasm for the snow.

He feels guilty about his son’s love for something that Bucky associates with so much pain and trauma.

He knows that it’s important for Jay to experience different things in life – and he wants to be a good father. But he also can’t forget what the snow represents to himself.

“Bucky, we’ll right outside, OK? Don’t worry; I promise.”

You said pecking his lips this time.

Bucky nods again – wanting to trust his wife on this.

He looks at Jay with a sad expression – thinking about what could happen if they go out there.

But deep down – he knows that his son needs this experience.

He sighs and nods once more as you peck his lips and heads out with Jay.

You cooed and dressed you little 2-month baby in his jacket, little and tiny boots to keep him warm before heading outside into your snow-covered front yard.

You giggled – carefully twirling with Jay in your arms as he chortles a few giggles looking into the sky as the snowflakes fall over the both of you.

Bucky watches from the window – and feels his heart warm a little bit in spite of his sadness.

He smiles slightly as he sees his wife twirling with their baby – enjoying the snow and watching the snowflakes fall.

He appreciates you for giving Jay this experience, despite how it affects him.

“Look at that. . .”

Bucky hears his wife – with his super soldier enhanced hearing – as she spoke to their 2-month baby about the snow, crouching on the ground so Jay could touch it.

Bucky watches through the window as Jay touches the snow for the first time.

He is silent – but his mind is filled with thoughts and memories of when he was captured and experimented on by Hydra.

His eyes look troubled and distant – but he forces himself to focus on you and Jay as they both explore the snow. He doesn’t want to ruin this moment with his dark thoughts.

Jay giggles in your arms touching the snow and hits it gently.

He then looks at his mom blabbering something then beside her – seemingly looking for something.

But then he whines not able to see what he was looking for.

You frowned.

“What’s wrong baby?”

You asked as Jay started to whine and cry.

Bucky watches from the window, getting a little nervous.

He wonders if Jay is scared by the snow and cold – since he’s only 2 months old.

But then he hears his wife ask what Jay was or if he was looking for something and realizes that it might be something else entirely – someone.

Bucky listens carefully to Jay’s noises – trying to understand what he’s trying to communicate to you. Deep down he knows. . .

Bucky watches nervously – and is almost about to rush outside to help them.

He starts to panic – not knowing what to do or how to help. But then he takes a deep breath and tries to stay calm – forcing himself to watch as his wife attempts to calm their son down.

He wants to trust that she knows how to handle this situation.

Jay then spots Bucky – who was watching them through the window – and he whines his little arms trying to reach out to his dad who was still inside the house.

Bucky’s heart stops when he sees Jay trying to reach for him through the window.

He watches as you try to comfort Jay, but Jay only whines more and reaches even harder with his tiny body.

Bucky is filled with panic and confusion and doesn't know what to do.

He sees Jay reaching for him and knows that his son needs him.

But he also doesn’t want to expose Jay to the very thing that traumatized him. He just wants what’s best for his son, and doesn't know what’s right or wrong in this situation. . .

“Shh, baby. Mommy’s here. . .”

You cooed to Jay trying to comfort him – seeing that he wanted Bucky there too.

Bucky watches as you tried to comfort Jay – trying his best not to panic. He sees the way Jay wants him to come outside and feels guilty and conflicted about what to do.

Bucky wants to be there for his son – but also wants to protect him from the snow and cold because of the memories that confronts him.

Eventually – Bucky decides to set his fears aside to be there for his own son. He takes a deep breath and heads outside – carefully walking over to you and Jay.

You looked surprised and worried as Bucky walked over to you and Jay.

“Bucky. . .”

You whispered in slight shock and worry.

Jay cries whining reaching for his dad.

Bucky takes a deep breath and reaches down to grab Jay from his wife’s arms.

He’s silent for a moment, trying to calm Jay down and stop him from crying. He rocks the baby gently – speaking softly to him and trying to comfort him.

You watch, surprised and worried as Bucky takes over.

The Jay calms quickly planting his face on Bucky’s chest – feeling his dad’s warmth he missed and made a soft tiny content noise.

Bucky smiles and hugs Jay tightly as he calms down and nuzzles into his chest.

He’s silent for a moment – enjoying the feeling of Jay’s warmth against his body.

After a little bit – he looks up at you.

“He seems to have calmed down. I think he just wanted me. . . Do you think he's alright with the snow now?”

He asks softly.

You nod slowly – still worriedly looking over her husband.

Jay coos in Bucky’s arms – looking into his eyes smiling. It was as if Bucky was staring at himself in the mirror – as Jay had inherited the exact same blue eyes as him.

Bucky was smiling and gently strokes Jay’s hair and there’s a sense of pride and joy in seeing his own features in his son’s face – Bucky can never get used to how much Jay looked like hm – he really was James Bucky Jr.

He was touched by Jay’s smile.

Bucky turns to look at you – holding Jay a little more tightly as he feels overwhelmed by all the love he feels for his wife and son.

Jay lets out a tiny laugh reaching to Bucky’s face and touching the snowflakes that had fallen on his dad.

Bucky smiles widely as Jay reaches out to touch the snowflakes on his face.

He gently grabs Jay’s hand and rubs his finger against one of the snowflakes.

“Look, Jay. . .These are called snowflakes. They’re little pieces of ice that fall from the sky, and they’re really pretty, aren’t they?”

Bucky says quietly – wanting to teach Jay about the wonders of winter.

You looked on in awe and surprised as Bucky continues to show your 2-month baby the snowflakes. They baby obviously didn’t understand – he was seemingly happy just hear his dad talking to him.

Bucky continues to slowly run his finger across one of the snowflakes – and looks at Jay with a gentle smile. He wants to make the experience as pleasant and enjoyable as possible – even though he’s still a little panicked by the situation.

You smiled softly at the sight of your husband and son – and is emotional, tearing up as you realize how much Bucky has overcome to be the father that Jay deserves.

“Bucky. . .”

You were still said a little worried – especially as Bucky crouched to the snowed ground to show Jay the fallen snow.

Bucky nods and looks at you – still crouching down.

He looks at Jay lovingly and smiles as he continues to run his finger across the snowflakes and talk to him.

“That’s right, little man – Look at the snow! You’re doing great, Junior. . .”

Bucky says softly to Jay, holding him close to his chest to give Jay comfort and reassurance.

You gently crouched beside Bucky, as Jay giggles laughing seeing the snowflakes and all the snow on the ground – the 2-month baby still leaned in close to his dad.

Bucky keeps looking at Jay, making sure he’s comfortable and enjoying his experience with the snow.

He looks at you and seeing you smiling gently down at Jay too.

He gently rubs his finger over a few snowflakes – trying to teach Jay about them. Jay laughs and giggles, clearly fascinated by the snow and his dad’s attention.

“How about we make a snowman?”

Bucky suddenly suggested.

You look a little stunned as Bucky suddenly suggests they make a snowman.

Bucky glances at you and he grins – still gently strokes Jay’s dark hair.

“I think it’d be a good idea to make a snowman. Jay can play in the snow and have fun – and we can make it together, right bud?”

Bucky says – he looks at Jay, waiting for his reaction to the suggestion.

"Bucky, he’s only 2 months for that!"

You giggled.

Bucky looks at you smiling as he hears you laughing.

He shakes his head and gives a sarcastic grin.

“What do you mean ‘only 2 months old’? This little guy can is mine – he can handle making a snowman, I know he can.”

Bucky says with confidence.

Despite his joke – he knows that Jay is still little and can’t do on his own. But he thinks that building a snowman together will be a good intro to the snow.

“No. . . Bucky. . .What are you planning. . .”

You asked – a little worried, though amused.

Bucky grins at you and nods, still joking around with his wife.

“Oh – I’m planning something big. You just wait and see, Jay!”

Bucky says to Jay, and then looks back up at you again.

“But don't worry, doll. This snowman is going to be made with love.”

Bucky says with a soft smile, and then goes back to rubbing Jay’s hair.

He’s excited to make a snowman with you and Jay – but also a little anxious about what the finished product will look like.

You watched amused as he hands Jay back to you and gathers all the snow in while speaking to Jay, still keeping Jay’s attention on him.

However – that wasn’t too hard to do - seeing how Bucky was gathering large amounts of heavy snow.

Once Bucky has enough – he starts rolling it into a large snowball, still keeping his eyes on Jay to make sure he’s okay.

Once he’ss finished rolling, he nudges the snowball over to you and Jay.

“Here we go – can you help me finish the snowman, little man? Don’t worry – I’ll make sure you get the honor of putting the last detail on it.”

Bucky says to Jay, smiling at him as he gently tickles his chest. Jay chortles his tiny giggles at his dad – cooing with a wide smile.

You laugh – shaking in her head and approaches the large snowman with your baby in your arms and hands Jay over to Bucky again for them to enough off as you help too.

Bucky scoops Jay into his arms and smiles at him.

He continues to work – gathering snow with you and building the snowman together.

Once they eventually finish – they stand back and admire their work.

It’s a large, imperfect snowman – but Jay giggles as he looks at it.

Bucky smiles widely at this sight and turns to his wife.

“I think someone’s proud of our work! Wouldn’t you agree, bud?”

Bucky says – looking at Jay’s little smile.

Jay considerably cooed in some positive manner making you and Bucky smile at each other.

Bucky smiles at Jay as he makes happy noises – looking at his wife as they take in the sight of their 2-month-old son smiling and laughing at the snow and the snowman that he, Bucky, and you made together. He looks over at you – his heart filled with love as he watches you interact with the baby.

“Let’s take a photo, doll. We need to remember this moment.”

Bucky says quietly – smiling at you as he pulls out his phone.

You nod – stepping into the selfie frame and kissing Jay’s cheek as Bucky takes the picture.

Bucky takes a few photos of you, Jay, and the snowman that they just made together. He smiles widely throughout the photos and makes sure to get all the right angles.

He looks at the results and is pleased with how they turned out.

“Nice. I love this picture.”

Bucky says to you, and then looks at Jay with a big grin.

“Do you like how the snowman turned out, little man?”

He asks Jay – while giving him a tickle on his chest.

You smiled – watching them interact before leaning to kiss Bucky’s cheek.

“I’m so proud of you. . .”

You whispered.

Bucky smiles as you and he whisper his appreciation back to you.

He then tickles Jay’s chest again, which makes the baby laugh and smile again.

“I’m very proud of you too, doll.”

He says softly, staring at his wife as they hold their 2-month-old son.

He’s filled with love for them both and is grateful to have them in his life.

He knows that they need to head back inside soon – since the cold and weather isn’t the best for babies. But for now, it feels like an unforgettable moment.

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Enticing 43 — Harry Styles

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

Author's note: Hello everyone! I am back! I have good and bad news. I passed by exams with very good grades. The bad news is that my mom was fired from her job and we are waiting for a biopsy report from pathology and we still have to pay school. Honestly, it's been rough and very stressful week. So, I hope it's not a lot to ask, but if you guys could reblog my Tumblr posts, to get more reach it would help me a lot. Hopefully to help her pay some bills and a small portion of tuition.

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Y/N slowly blinked her eyes open, her head still throbbing but now slightly dulled. She found herself in a hospital room, the sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air. Panic from the memories of the assault shot through her momentarily until she saw a familiar face beside her.

“Harry,” She whispered, her voice weak and raspy.

Harry looked up from where he had been sitting, worry etched across his features. Y/N could tell that he hadn’t gotten any sleep. His hair is messy, and he had tired eyes. “Y/N, love, how are you feeling?”

She managed a faint smile. “Hurt but seeing you here help.”

He stood up and walked to her. He gently took her hand, concerned in his eyes. “I nearly got a heart attack when I got the call that you have been attacked. Canceled everything, got on the jet and flew back as quick as I could” Harry kissed her hand, and he pressed it against his cheek. He was glad that she was finally feeling warm again.

Tears welled up in her eyes, overwhelmed by his devotion and love. “I don’t know what I could do without you.”

He leaned over and kissed her forehead tenderly. “You don’t have to go through anything alone. I’ll always be here.”

The hospital room seemed to grow quieter, a weighty silence settling in as Harry's expression turned serious. He held Y/N’s hand gently, his eyes locked onto hers, urging her to share the painful truth

“I need to know what happened. Please, tell me”

Tears welled up again, and she took a deep, shuddering breath, gathering the courage to recount the traumatic events. She described how James had confronted her, his anger escalating as she stood her ground. The violence, the shove, the impact against the building — each word felt like a jagged piece of her soul, but she pushed through, needing to share her truth with Harry.

“He pushed and shoved me around” She whispered, her voice quivering with the weight of the memory. “My head hit the wall and everything went blurry”.

Harry’s grip on her hand tightened as he listened, his jaw clenched in anger and sorrow. He wanted to reach back in time and shield her from that pain, erase the scars left by someone who claimed to love her.

“You are safe now” Harry said, his voiced filled with both tenderness and determination

His words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, offering solace and strength. In that moment, she knew that she had chosen the right a person to share her life with — the one who stood by her, ready to help her rebuild and to heal.

Concerned etched across her face, Y/N gently touched her stomach, her worry for the little life growing inside her apparent in her eyes. “Is the baby okay, Harry?”

Harry placed a hand over hers, offering reassurance. “The doctors checked, love. The baby is alright. You had a concussion and they had to stitch your head, but they assured us that the baby seems fine”.

A wave of relief washed over Y/N, and she let out a shaky breath. “Thank goodness”.

Harry leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “I promise you, Y/N. I’ll never leave you without security again. We’ll take every measure to ensure your safety”.

She nodded, gratitude filling her heart. “I know we’ll get through this together”.

Determination set in Harry’s gaze. “Absolutely. And about how he found you. I’ll look into it. We’ll figure out how he got that information. I won’t rest until he is behind bars, where he can’t harm you or anyone else.”

Harry gently brushed a lock of hair behind Y/N's ear, his worry etched on his face. He took a deep breath, gathering the courage to voice his concern. "Y/N, love, I've been thinking. Given what happened, I'm worried about your safety. I don't want you to be alone, especially with him out there."

Y/N looked at Harry, her heart touched by his genuine concern and love. She knew he was right; her ex-boyfriend was a threat, and she needed to prioritize her safety. "What are you suggesting?"

He took her hand in his, squeezing it gently. "I think it would be best if you moved in with me. At least temporary. I had plans to find a place together after our trip, and I think now is the right time to make that move. We'll create a safe haven for us."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, overwhelmed by Harry's protective nature and love. “I love you for it. I’m grateful to have you and to start this new chapter together. Apart from the circumstances"

He smiled softly, wiping away a tear that escaped her eye. "We'll make it our home, filled with love and happiness. I want you to feel safe and at peace, always."

They both knew it was the right decision, a step toward solidifying their commitment to each other and their future. Harry's protective instincts were fierce, and Y/N knew that together, they could face anything that came their way.

"I'm ready, Harry," she said, her voice steady with determination. "Let's move forward”.

Harry leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Y/N”.

And in that moment, as they made plans for their new apartment and the life they would build together, they found solace in each other's arms—a sanctuary of love and safety that would guide them through the trials and triumphs that lay ahead.

As the morning sun streamed through the windows, Y/N slowly woke up in the comforting surroundings of Harry's apartment. The throbbing pain in her head had lessened, thanks to the medication prescribed by the hospital. Today marked the beginning of her healing process, both physically and emotionally.

Harry, being the caring partner he was, had already left for work, but he had made sure that Y/N was in good hands. Mrs. Johnson, the kind-hearted housekeeper, was there to assist her. Harry had also arranged for her work setup, ensuring that she could continue her tasks from the comfort of their new home.

Y/N gingerly made her way to the living room, where a small desk had been set up for her. Her laptop, a cozy blanket, and some snacks were neatly arranged, waiting for her. A vase of fresh flowers sat beside the laptop, brightening up the space.

"He really thought of everything," Y/N said, gratitude warming her heart.

Mrs. Johnson smiled warmly. "Mr. Styles wanted to make sure you're comfortable. If you need anything, dear, just let me know."

With a thankful nod, Y/N settled into her work, appreciating the effort Harry had put into making her surroundings as cozy and conducive to healing as possible. The familiar hum of her laptop and the comforting presence of Mrs. Johnson allowed her to immerse herself in her work.

Throughout the day, Mrs. Johnson made sure Y/N had everything she needed, from fresh tea to occasional snacks. The hours passed, and Y/N found solace in her work, a distraction from the recent traumatic events.

Later in the afternoon, Harry returned home, worry still etched on his features. He walked into the living room, where Y/N was immersed in her work.

"How are you feeling, darlin?" Harry asked, concern evident in his eyes.

Y/N looked up and managed a weak smile. "Better, thanks to you and Mrs. Johnson”

Harry sat down beside her, reaching for her hand. "You're my priority, Y/N. Always. Aside from Oliver"

Together, they continued their day, finding comfort in each other's presence and the promise of a future where they would support and love each other through every challenge life threw their way.

The cozy living room of Harry's apartment had transformed into a hub of excitement and anticipation. Harry sat on the couch, his adorable son, Oliver, resting peacefully on his chest. Y/N, with her laptop on her lap, was leaning against Harry, browsing through pictures of apartments and furniture.

As they scrolled through the images, they shared their ideas and visions for their new home. Each picture sparked conversations filled with dreams and possibilities.

Y/N pointed to a picture of a spacious, sunlit living room with large windows that offered a stunning view of the city skyline. “Look at this one. Imagine waking up to this view every morning."

Harry's eyes lit up as he gazed at the image. "It’s better than here”.

Oliver, seemingly aware of the conversation, let out a happy gurgle, as if agreeing with his father’s and girlfriend opinion.

They continued their virtual apartment hunt, discussing the features that were most important to them. A modern kitchen for Y/N to indulge in her passion for cooking, a spacious nursery for Oliver, and a cozy bedroom where they could unwind together after long days.

"what about the furniture?" Y/N asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "We should pick something that suits our style and feels like 'home'."

Harry nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. Let's make sure it's comfortable and welcoming. Something we'll both love coming back to."

They spent hours browsing through various furniture designs and styles, taking inspiration from different aesthetics. Y/N had a keen eye for interior design, and Harry admired her taste.

As the day turned into evening, they eventually closed the laptop, satisfied with the ideas they had gathered. Harry gently placed Oliver in his crib, and they continued to discuss their plans...

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expectopatronum81 · 1 year

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Analysis of the power dynamics between the marauders and Snape

Ok, but wht is it with snaters pretending lyk the power dynamics between snape and the marauders was equal and balanced? James and Sirius simply decided to attack snape unprovoked solely because sirius was bored. Sirius is said to have reacted like 'a dog that had scented a rabit', making the predator and prey dynamic very clear. Throughout the whole interaction they make fun of Snape's physical features, and in the end, James calls out to the cheering crowd and asks them if they want to see him take snape's pants off.( which wud hv garnered a different reaction frm the fandom if snape was a girl.) Consider this:

'All right, Snivellus?' said James loudly.

Snape reacted so fast it was as though he had been expecting an attack: dropping his bag, he plunged his hand inside his robes and his wand was halfway into the air when James shouted 'Expelliarmus!'

This clearly proves that SWM wasn't a one time thing like most ppl lyk to pretend. Even Lupin's words prove this:

'Look, Harry, what you've got to understand is that your father and Sirius were the best in the school at whatever they did - everyone

thought they were the height of cool - if they sometimes got a bit carried away -'

Last time I checked, sometimes was definitely plural.

Then there's the fact that Sirius literally tried to murder snape by sending him to the whomping willow on a full moon. We are only told that snape was asked to keep remus' condition a secret by dumbledore, nowhere do we get any indication of how sirius was punished for his actions.

Now, I'm not saying snape was completely innocent. He did try and follow the marauders to discover their secret in hopes of getting them expelled. He was also a prejudiced bigot, which is made clear with the company he kept and him calling lily a mudblood. I don't believe the reason james n sirius regularly assaulted him was because he was a 'baby terrorist', they would have made it clear to harry if that was the case. Instead, they admit their intentions themselves:

'Yeah,' said Harry, 'but he just attacked Snape for no good reason, just because - well, just because you said you were bored,' he finished, with a slightly apologetic note in his voice.

'I'm not proud of it,' said Sirius quickly.

Lupin looked sideways at Sirius, then said, 'Look, Harry, what you've got to understand is that your father and Sirius were the best in the school at whatever they did - everyone thought they were the height of cool - if they sometimes got a bit carried away -'

'If we were sometimes arrogant little berks, you mean,' said Sirius.

And

'Leave him alone,' Lily repeated. She was looking at James with every sign of great dislike.

'What's he done to you?'

'Well,' said James, appearing to deliberate the point, 'it's more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean…'

Harry's analyzation of it:

Harry tried to make a case for Snape having deserved what he had suffered at James's hands: but hadn't Lily asked, 'What's he done to you?' And hadn't James replied, 'It's more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean.' Hadn't James started it all simply because Sirius had said he was bored? Harry remembered Lupin saying back in Grimmauld Place that Dumbledore had made him prefect in the hope that he would be able to exercise some control over James and Sirius… but in the Pensieve, he had sat there and let it all happen…

Whoever it comes from, I'm pretty sure the narrative is trying to make the dynamics clear.

Here's the thing though. Even though I empathize with him, I despise snape as a character. Anyone who's seen my tumblr would have figured out that sirius is my favourite character in the entire series. However, that comes with an acknowledgement of his flaws and that he isn't absolutely right in every circumstance. Snape's trauma shouldn't be invalidated or dismissed solely to uplift the marauders. He was downright traumatized by these incidents and i do believe they played a part in him choosing the dark road for himself. Completely disregarding the marauders' bullying, twisting the narrative, still calling snape 'snivellus' and trying to make cases for why the marauders were right or why snape deserved it is downright toxic and disrespectful to victims of bullying in general.

EDIT- I forgot to mention about one very important line from the books regarding their dynamics. Thanks to the anon in the comments who pointed it out!

“She started going out with him in seventh year,” said Lupin.

“Once James had deflated his head a bit,” said Sirius.

“And stopped hexing people just for the fun of it,” said Lupin.

“Even Snape?” said Harry.

“Well,” said Lupin slowly, “Snape was a special case I mean, he never lost an opportunity to curse James so you couldn’t really expect James to take that lying down, could you?”

“And my mum was okay with that?”

“She didn’t know too much about it, to tell you the truth,” said Sirius. “I mean, James didn’t take Snape on dates with her and jinx him in front of her, did he?”

Now this is during their 7th year at hogwarts (specifically, as they are talking about why lily got together with james). If the dynamics were so fair, why would james feel the need to hide it from his girl friend and future wife? Lily seems to have no sympathy towards snape after he calls her a mudblood (as she shouldn't), so why does james still feel the need to do it behind her back?

Also it does say that prior to their 7th year, remus might not have actively stopped their bullying, but he did chastise them occasionally. I have a hard time believing he'd do that if it was a completely fair battle.

“Yeah, well,” said Sirius, “you made us feel ashamed of ourselves sometimes… that was something…

Now, I want to make it clear that the point of the post wasn't to tell that snape was completely innocent, I've said so in the original post as well. Heck, he found it cool when his friends used dark magic and bullied other kids. The point was to show how grossly imbalanced the power dynamics between snape and the marauders was, as stated in the very first line of the post.

#harry potter #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #severus snape #marauders #snaters #bullying #character flaws #unpopular opinion #pro marauders #pro snape #anti marauders #anti snape #pro severus snape

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04: Between Pages {Pomegranates and Tulips}

Genre: Angst/Romance/BDSM/Smut/slightly introverted reader/ college reader/Surgeon Wonwoo/ book lover reader/cat lovers/DOM Wonwoo

Warnings: Explicit language/mention of domestic violence/mention of violence/alcohol abuse/mention of death/stalker/mentions of blood/drug abuse/smut scenes/dark mature themes/triggering scenes/traumatic experiences/mention of self-harm/mentions of eating disorders/mentions of SA

Word count: 1,773 words

╚» Now playing —» It's been a long long time by Kitty Kallen and Harry James

Scanning each row made my eyes hurt as I adjusted my glasses and looked at the notepad; this book will be difficult to find. I let out a defeated sigh and bite my bottom lip; I look around for an employee as I walk out of the aisle. My nerves were rising as I walked into the thriller section; maybe it's in this aisle.

I scan the first row starting in H, "Having trouble?" I suppress a smile and turn to see the familiar tall figure walking into the aisle. "Something like that," I said with a small smile; Wonwoo chuckled and returned a shy smile. "I only have thirty minutes before the shop closes, so what brings you here at this hour?" I asked, avoiding eye contact out of nervousness.

Wonwoo looks at the books curiously, "Well, it is my day off, and I need a new book." He says, pulling out one of the books off the shelf. I cross my arms and spot an employee but frown upon seeing them busy with a customer; I look at Wonwoo, who is reading the back of the book. "You seem like you're having trouble with something." He says, lifting his gaze from the book; I almost made eye contact with him. "Well, I was trying to look for this book, but I guess the shop doesn't have it in," I said, looking at the notepad.

"It's a Hannibal Lecter novel, and I thought they would have it in this section, but I don't see it," I said with a shy smile. Wonwoo must've decided on the book, seeing he didn't put it back. "What's the title of the book? Maybe it's sorted with the title," He says. I let out a small sigh and felt myself become more shy and nervous. "The Silence of The Lamb by Thomas Harris, and I already tried looking for it by title, but it's no use," I said. Wonwoo smiles and chuckles. "Maybe they have it sorted by author." He says and walks to the next aisle.

I bite my lip, and I go back to looking for it in the thriller section; a tired sigh escapes my lips. I'm tired and sleepy, but I need this book. I look at the next aisle, only to be filled with frustration. I see an employee walk by, but they seemed irritated, "Excuse—" "Found it." Wonwoo's voice interrupted my call for help. I turned to see him walking out of the aisle involving true crime.

I felt a sudden relief wash over me seeing the book cover, and I smiled. "Oh, thank god, I was going to give up a minute ago." I said as Wonwoo walks over, handing me the book, "I'm assuming it's a very interesting book if it had you stressing." He says with a smile. I nod and let a small laugh leave my lips, "It is. I've heard about the movies, but I want to read the book before jumping into the films, you know." I said. Wonwoo nods. "Smart move. Now, what do I get in return for helping you?" He asked with a slight smirk. I felt flustered and hid half of my face behind the book. "Hmm, well, I was planning to go the convenience store that's a block from here. Maybe I'll give you a bowl of ramen and kimbap in return." I said.

Wonwoo fixes his glasses, pushing him up, and smiles faintly. "I was only teasing, but ramen sounds good, especially in this rainy weather." He says as we walk to the front, I nod. "Wait, it's raining." I blurted out and looked out the window that it was pouring hard, "I didn't bring my umbrella," I muttered to myself. I place the book on the counter, "Together?" The cashier asked. "Yes." "No," I look at Wonwoo, "it's okay; I'll pay for the book since you're paying for the ramen." Wonwoo says with a smile. "Uh, I don't know, it's fine. I can—and you're already paying," I said, looking at him and seeing him putting his wallet away.

"It's fine, Y/N; I don't mind paying an extra twelve dollars. Besides, books are essential, and honestly, I don't like the idea of you paying for ramen either, but I respect your boundaries." He says with a smile as he grabs the bag. I give him a genuine smile and let a small laugh leave my lips as we head to the door while thanking the cashier. I bite my lip as I lift the hood of my sweater to shield me from the rain, "Well, walking in the rain isn't that bad," I said with a smile. Wonwoo had opened an umbrella, "What makes you think I'll let you walk in the rain?" He asked.

I look at him, confused, "Come on, Y/N, it's in the middle of December. I'm not a monster that will let you suffer for not being prepared. Besides, the weather is strange nowadays. They say it's supposed to snow tomorrow." Wonwoo says with a smile as he towered over me with the umbrella. How did I not realize that he is taller when up close? I have to tilt my head just slightly to look at him; my height makes me meet Wonwoo at chest level. "Is it? I haven't watched the weather news this morning." I say, feeling flustered at the close proximity.

Wonwoo chuckles, "Lead the way," He says. I let out a small sigh, and we started to walk to the convenience store. Why do I feel so nervous? My cheeks feel hot, "What book did you get?" I asked. "I believe it's called Secluded Cabin Sleeps Six; it's a thriller. I've heard people talk about it." Wonwoo says with a smile. "Have you always liked books? Or did you recently get into them?" I asked; Wonwoo spared a glance. I looked away, "I've spent my life between pages," He says. I smiled and nodded, "I, as Seungkwan says, always have my nose buried in a book." I said. Wonwoo giggles; I smile but notice he is covering his mouth. His ears were slightly red; maybe he felt embarrassed.

I halted as we reached the store, "I apologize if it's not up to your expectations, but ramen is ramen." I said with a small smile. Wonwoo nods as we enter the store, "Oh, Y/N, welcome back," Mrs. Kim says with a warm smile as she places the broom against the wall. I smile and wave at her; Wonwoo closes the umbrella. I walk to the freezers, looking for something sweet to hit the cravings. I grabbed a bomb pop ice cream tub; I spotted Wonwoo over at the ramen section. I smiled softly as Mrs. Kim began suggesting the best ramen combinations. "I think I'll try the Kimbap ramen," Wonwoo says with a small smile. I look at the coffee section in the freezer; I let out a small gasp as my favorite song plays in the back.

I bite my lip and suppress a grin as I continue looking for snacks to eat. "Kiss me once, then kiss me twice..." I whisper as the music continues to play softly. "I decided on the ramen," Wonwoo's voice sends shivers down my spine. I look at him. "Okay, well, I already got what I need," I said with a smile and walked to Mrs. Kim; Wonwoo was waiting for the ramen bowls to finish cooking. "Mmh, Y/N, who's your friend, finally getting out of your bubble, love?" She asks, scanning the items. I smile faintly, "Yeah, I'm trying my best." I say, handing her my card. "Well, you're doing a fine job, hun; he seems like a sweet, handsome young man." Mrs. Kim says with a smirk and hands me my card back. I chuckle lightly.

I sit by the window, watching the rain fall harder than before; I sip on my peach-iced tea, waiting patiently for the ramen. "They're done," Wonwoo says with a small smile; I help him set the bowls down. I feel hungry just by smelling the ramen, "It tastes good; the kimbap will add a kick to it." I said with a smile and stir the noodles with the chopsticks. This felt nice, having someone to talk to about books, eating ramen and just sitting in a comfortable silence.

"So what books do you like the most? The book you got isn't a romance novel rather than a true crime." Wonwoo says with a smile. I look at the kimbap and place a piece on my ramen, “Well, I love anything involving romance, supernatural, horror, and true crime. You can say I like any kind of book except for sci-fi.” I said with a small smile. Wonwoo nods in acknowledgment, “Horror? Nice, what's your favorite movie?” He asked. I smile and take a sip of the iced tea, “Mm, there are many good ones, but I have to say A Nightmare on Elm Street,” I said.

I take a bite of the kimbap, “Do you have a favorite scary movie?” I asked. Wonwoo shakes his head, “Not really, I enjoy any scary movie.” He says, taking a sip of his lemonade.

I look at the time; I'm usually at the apartment by this hour. It feels kinda strange yet nice, "We should hang out again; maybe you could recommend a book." Wonwoo says as he helps clean the table. I tossed the empty bowls in the trash. I smiled shyly and nodded. "Yeah, that sounds nice," I said; the sound of a horn caught our attention. “Here, you’ll need the umbrella more than I do,” Wonwoo says, handing me his umbrella and the paper bag. “It's your umbrella. I'll return it to you; thank you for buying the book even though you didn't have to.” I said.

Wonwoo chuckles as he picked his phone and book, “It's nothing, well I gotta go. Mingyu is waiting, and well, we know how that goes.” He says with a smile. I nodded and waved at him as he left the store. I see Mingyu with a smirk and waves a bye before driving off with Wonwoo. I let a sigh escape my lips as I grabbed my bag, “Goodnight, Mrs. Kim.” I said before leaving the store. I opened the umbrella and began my walk to the apartment; it felt nice talking to Wonwoo.

I had no idea I would have some things in common with him; now that I was able to distract my mind from spiraling into darkness, I'm not sure if I want to let him get close.

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Double Wedding

I don't know if I nailed today's prompt for @jilymicrofics, but the idea of James and Sirius being married was too funny not to delve into.

Prompt: Astounded

Words: 489

Lily was astounded. Perhaps shocked would’ve been the right term, although, knowing the characters she should’ve expected it. Marlene, however, was furious.

“Remind me why I shouldn’t kill one of you and solve the problem,” she hissed, a suspicious, and frankly slightly concerning, coldness in her voice.

“Because you would be sad about it if you did?” suggested Sirius, immediately retreating when his girlfriend glared at him.

Lily didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. In itself, the situation would’ve been extremely comical, if only James and Sirius hadn’t forgotten to tell them, and the small omission, as they defined it, wasn’t messing with Marlene’s vision.

Their fiancees were already married to each other. A foolish decision, took when they were fresh out of Hogwarts, during a drunk night out with Remus and Peter, who acted as their witnesses, which was now having considerable consequences on the organization of two real weddings.

“Look at it this way,” James ventured, turning to Marlene, “you could traumatize so many old ladies by introducing yourself as Sirius’s lover for the rest of your lives.”

The blonde girl seemed to ponder the possibility, but ultimately decided it was far better to be the new, and only, Mrs. Black.

“I want Walburga to turn in her grave at the thought of what I’ll do to the good name of her noble and most ancient house,” she ruled.

“That’s why I love you,” murmured Sirius, and in the blink of an eye they were reconciled, and were making out like teenagers. Sometimes, Lily was convinced their brains were still stuck at seventeen, trapped in bodies that were inevitably destined to grow old, but she felt no resentment for their ways, considering what they had been through to get there.

“And you?” James queried, sliding one of his long arms around Lily’s shoulders to pull her closer. “What do you want?”

Lily raised her head to meet his deep brown eyes, to study every detail of his features, and how his dark, always dishevelled hair fell on his forehead. She wanted to see him struggle with his glasses every morning, and be there when his first white hair made its appearance in the beard he was desperately trying to grow in an attempt to look older. She wanted a house all for them, a welcoming place, where they could invite friends for dinner and board games night, where they could mature as a couple and start a family…

“What are you thinking about?” he inquired, his face now decidedly closer, so much so that their noses were almost touching.

“What happens once we say I do,” she admitted, the hint of a smile she didn’t want to contain making its way to her lips.

“Second thoughts?” he asked, vaguely horrified.

Lily shook her head. She couldn’t imagine her life without James anymore, no matter how much the bullshit from his youth would haunt them in adulthood.

#jilymicrofics #jily #lily evans #james potter #blackinnon #sirius black #marlene mckinnon #post hogwarts

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aemiron-main · 4 months

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Following Us: TFS vs It Follows

So, at the end of TFS, during the scene with Patty and Henry on the stage platform, Henry says “I just have to make sure he stops following us.”

Which is very very interesting to me considering that the movie “It Follows,” is on the S4 board:

So, in “It Follows,” long story short, there’s a sexually transmitted supernatural disease creature referred to as “It,” that gets passed along from person to person, and the person who currently has “It” (as passing it to another person gets it away from you) can see the horrifying creature who shows up as creepy “hallucinations” (such as people with their eyes gouged out), but is still able to physically harm both infected and non-infected people. The disease creature will follow the infected person forever, until it kills them, in which case, it will then go and pursue the person who was infected before that person.

And in TFS, Henry sees VERY VERY similar visions to the ones in “It Follows,” and the way that both the vision-creature thing in “It Follows,” and Henry’s TFS visions both a.) mimic real-people that look slightly wrong/horrifying and b.) attack the people around the infected person are very very similar.

And in TFS, the shadow is literally referred to as “It,” by Henry, just like the “It,” in “It Follows”.

And as mentioned in the beginning of this post, Henry also has a line near the end of TFS where he says “I just have to make sure he stops following us” re: Brenner following him and Patty:

Which, also fits right in with the scene where the drawing of the Shadow/“It” is held RIGHT in front of Brenner’s face, thereby conflating him with the Shadow/“It”:

And I hate to say this, but considering what I’ve already talked about the weird sexual/assault overtones between Henry and Brenner (such as “you liked it,”), and considering that as I mentioned before, in “It Follows,” the “disease/It” is only transmitted via sex- and then ALSO considering the fact that the shadow/“It” in ST is so paralleled to the disease/It from “It Follows,” it brings up the agonizing question of how Henry got flayed/contracted the shadow.

And considering the sexual assault overtones when Billy flayed Heather (and how similar the Steelworks are to a cave/taking Heather down into a dark room)- and the parallels between Billy and Brenner and also with TFS:

I absolutely think that there’s sexual assault subtext re: whatever happened in that cave when Henry got flayed.

Especially because that shot of Henry with the ball gag at the end of TFS is very much a parallel to one of the characters in It Follows being strapped down to a wheelchair after being drugged after having sex on a date:

After all, whatever happened to Henry in that cave was traumatizing enough to make him drop his beloved Captain Midnight spyglass beside the now-dead scientist- and the memory was also enough to trigger some sort of fit for Henry:

And I was talking with James @henrysglock about the scientist in the cave & James brought up the idea of the scientist being flayed & flaying Henry.

Which makes me wonder- instead of Will’s “I felt it everywhere,” scene, are we going to get a Henry “I felt him everywhere?” scene? Especially with how Will refers to the shadow as “him”?

Especially with that “I have to make sure HE stops following us” line from Henry?

Anyway! I’m in agony.

#stranger things #the first shadow #henry creel #tfs spoilers

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sofargoneao3 · 5 months

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three's a crowd

“I think I was just propositioned for a threesome,” Remus said as he set down their butterbeers on the table.

Peter choked on his handful of peanuts so violently bits flew out of his nose, Sirius barked out a laugh, and James’ mouth dropped open in shock.

“By who?” James asked, looking around The Three Broomsticks curiously. For a Saturday, it wasn’t that busy so whoever it was would definitely be noticeable.

“That witch at the bar,” Remus pointed at the witch who sat with a large mug of mead in front of her.

“She’s about fifty,” Said Peter, after he’d finished coughing.

“Not bad looking though,” Sirius observed.

He wasn’t wrong, she had red lipstick and looked good for her age, but her graying hair and the style of cloak she wore definitely gave it away that she was getting on in years. Remus grimaced slightly and James laughed at Sirius.

“Nothing wrong with an older woman, if you ask me,” James said proudly, “look at Lily!”

“James, she’s two months older, not two decades,” Peter looked over his shoulder at the witch again, “Or two millennia.”

“What did she say?” Asked Sirius, as if he was considering going over to her if Remus didn’t plan on it.

“Er, she just asked if I was busy later,” Remus took a drink of his butterbeer, “and if I had any friends that would be available as well.”

“Too bad we’ve got that Order meeting tonight then,” Sirius grinned, “threesomes are very in right now, even with muggles.”

“Remus, don’t do it, she’s just an old hag who wants to watch you make out with some other young guy for the evening, it’s creepy!” Peter shook his head

“Piss off, Peter, you haven’t got a clue what you’re on about,” Sirius said, and smiled mischievously. “You haven’t even tried it.”

“Well, maybe I would… if there were two girls,” Peter said quickly, and the rest of the group laughed as he blushed.

Sirius waved his hand dismissively. “This isn’t the right way to do it, anyway. You’ve got to be the guest.”

“The guest?” James asked curiously.

“Yeah, you’ve got to be the third party, so you’re just there for the fun.”

“Speaking from experience, are you, Pads?”

Sirius smirked. “I might be.”

“Bit like being the seeker, isn’t it? Just come in at the end for the glory?” James said, like suddenly it all made sense if it related to quidditch.

“Exactly. You don’t want to go around mucking up things with your friends or girlfriend.”

“You haven’t got a girlfriend,” Peter pointed out uselessly.

“That’s why I’ve done one and you haven’t,” Sirius said, goading. Peter put his head in his hands, looking slightly traumatized by this revelation.

“I haven’t done one.” James said as he swallowed his butterbeer.

“You have got a girlfriend!” Peter snapped.

“I haven’t either,” Remus said, though he was certain they all already knew that.

“You wouldn’t, you’re far too well behaved,” Sirius said as James sniggered beside him.

“She called me a bad boy!” Remus gestured towards the witch at the bar with his head. James doubled over in laughter while Peter spluttered in disbelief.

“She’s just trying to convince you! That is so creepy-” Peter shook his head, baffled.

“Well, if you’re going to do it, you can’t do it with a friend,” Sirius said defiantly. “we’ll have to pick someone else out.” Sirius looked around the bar, and pointed over to Benjy Fenwick, who was sitting across the restaurant, “oh, he’d be good.”

“No, no,” Remus said, playing along, “it would have to be someone I trust… like James!”

James grinned proudly, “Ah, Moony, you flatter me. I don’t think Lily would approve though, you might have to go for someone with more experience… Sirius?”

Sirius grinned and leaned back in his seat, his hands resting behind his head. “Thank you, James, that means a lot. But no, I’d have to go for Remus here, for the fun of his first time.”

While the other three shared sly smiles, Peter looked at them in disbelief. “Oh great, thanks, just forget all about me.” The rest of the boys shouted out protests but Peter just rolled his eyes at them. “It’s like being picked last for quidditch teams again with you lot.”

“You said you’d only do it if it was two girls!” Remus pointed out.

“Well, yeah, but you know,” Peter waved his hands frantically, “I want to be included still!”

“Alright, next time we’re all having a pretend threesome, we’ll make sure to invite you,” James patted Peter on the shoulder as he said it.

“Thank you,” Peter sniffed, looking slightly less offended.

“Alright, I think I’ll go talk to her then,” Said Sirius, and before any of them could stop him, he was leaning against the bar, chatting up the middle aged witch.

“He’s certifiable,” Peter mumbled as he watched Sirius from their booth.

“Oh, you know him,” James shook his head, “probably can’t stand that she asked Moony before him, he’s got to one up him.”

“What do you think he’s saying-” As Remus asked, the witch grabbed her mug of mead and tossed it towards Sirius, the red liquid splashing over his face and hair before dripping down onto his shirt. “Er, that’s not good.”

Sirius grabbed a napkin and wiped his face before hurriedly walking back over to his group of friends, who were all howling with laughter. He threw a handful of galleons on the table, and grabbed his leather jacket from where it was hooked over the back of the chair.

“Remus, you plonker, she wanted help carrying some boxes,” Sirius shook his head, and specks of mead were flung about, “we’re about to get kicked out of here, let’s go.”

The rest of them could barely walk out with how hard they laughed, Rosmerta’s shouts only fuelling their hysteria.

#this is called: i watched sex and the city and had to write this because it made me think of them #sirius is samantha lmfao #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #peter pettigrew #fanfic #this has to be one of the stupidest things i've ever written #this is the moment peter was like fuck u guys im team voldy #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #marauders fluff

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I finished watching Quiet on the Set: The Dark Side of Kids TV around 12:30 AM, and I am absolutely speechless and mortified. The amount of sexual innuendo these minors were scripted to do under Dan Schneider's orders is beyond disgusting! Example: Ariana [Grande] was trying to squeeze a potato, which clearly looked sexual, and then lied upside down on a bed pouring water on herself while squealing and moaning. “Mmm, I’m thirsty!”, she said in a youthful yet slightly seductive tone. Another example: Jamie [Lynn Spears] had goo-like substance accidentally squirted on her face by her costar Alexa Nikolas (who's character, by the way, was heavily sexualized alongside Jamie and her character). Given how disgusting of a man Dan was, the substance intentionally looked like c*m. It was supposed to be a comical moment, but Spears clearly looked uncomfortable. Some other points:

The unsetting things the cast members from All That were put through, such as Bryan Hearne. He portrayed a rapper named Lil' Fetus. That alone is just racist. The costume and position he was forced to wear and be in... WOW. I have no words.

I vividly remember the kid version of 'Fear Factor' on Nickelodeon, but I never really watched it. Seeing some of the dares the kids had to do, such as put a live scorpion in your mouth or get peanut butter licked off your bare body by dogs, looked absolutely terrifying and, for some, traumatizing.

Drake [Bell]. WOW. Everything Brian [Peck] did to him at age 15...

"I was sleeping on the couch where I would usually sleep and I woke up to him, I opened my eyes, I woke up and he was sexually assaulting me, and I froze and in complete shock and had no idea what to do or how to react, and I had no idea how to get out of the situation. What? Am I going to call my mom and be like, ‘Hey, this just happened. Can you come pick me up? I’ll just sit here and wait.’ I had no car, I didn’t drive. I was 15 at this time."

There were 41 people that wrote their letter of support to Brian.

"His entire side of the courtroom was full. FULL. There were definitely some recognizable faces on that side of the room, and my side was, uh, me, my mom, and my brother. Brian had been convicted, but getting all this support from a lot of people in the industry and... yeah ... I was pretty shocked. My mom got up, she had a statement. I wasn't going to address Brian. There was no... no reason to.”

Brian pleaded no contest for two charges of child sexual abuse: "lewd or lascivious act" and "oral copulation" to a child under 16 years-old. 'No contest', man, seriously????

He literally only got sentenced 16 months in prison and had to register himself as a sex offender. That's it. What the fuck?! Oh, yeah, and then he ended up working on the Disney Channel show The Suite Life of Zack & Cody some time after his sentence was up. Again, what the actual fuck?!

A few of the petitioners that were stated are James Marsden (not Prince Edward from Enchanted!), Taran Killam (I only know him from SNL, but this still stunned me!), Alan Thicke, Thomas DeSanto, Ron Melendez, Rider Strong, and Will Friedle.

The amount of sexual references is ridiculous and, now, as an adult, uncomfortable to watch. I can't believe all of those [sexual references] went over my head as a kid! Dan said he knew kids watching these actions would find them funny, so that's why he made these minors do them.

The entire incident involving 12-year-old Brandi and former production assistant Jason Handy. Her mother, who was a legal assistant for Hollywood, said she didn't know if she should call the police or not after he emailed 12-year-old Brandi a nude picture (who, by the way, immediately ran to her room while screaming and then crying). She decided to not call the police because she didn't want to be seen as a "bad parent".

(previous bullet point continued) That is your DAUGHTER. I hope Brandi doesn't talk to her mother to this day.

Jason literally had a journal where he wrote about his feelings towards children, especially little girls. He admitted (in writing) that he wanted to go as far as to “r*pe” little girls too…

Penelope Taynt. I loved this character, and The Amanda Show! Please go research what a "taint" is...

Don't get me started on Amanda Bynes and everything that happened to her and her career, and what all happened between her and Dan. He got way too close to her...!

There's a lot more, but I'll end the bullet points here. I recommend watching this horrifying documentary. Dan was a misogynist, racist, egoistical, and disgusting man who had too much power. The more famous he became, the more powerful and rude he was to the cast (most all of who were minors) and crew.

🌷 March 20, 2024 🌷

#text #personal #2024 #pop culture #quiet on the set #quiet on set: the dark side of kids tv #hbo max #nickelodeon

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Unpopular TSC Opinion- Rosemary had a goddamn point

Alright, let’s talk about something that slightly irks me about the way Tessa viewed Rosemary. First of all, that line where Tessa is being like, ‘Maybe if they didn’t love each other so much’ regarding Rosemary’s brutal murder and Jack Crook’s death is so fucking hypocritical. This is the same woman who’s almost like a godmother to Clary and is on good terms with her and Jace. The same pair, who literally caused a freaking war because Clary couldn’t let him go. She can play nice auntie to them, but disapproves of Rosemary unable to let her husband and child go?! Tessa, you severely disappoint me with your favoritism. Second of all, she did had a point in considering the Shadowhunters as evil. Let’s look at the facts for the ‘wonderful’ Herondale line. -Tobias and his wife, enough said. -Will had a happy ending but he was traumatized after losing his sister and had a ‘scandalous’ choice of wife. -Lucie and James are literally the grandchildren of a Prince of Hell and suffered greatly due to it. -Marcus died of grief after losing his son horribly. -His wife was hellbent on revenge until she was killed on a boat. -Their son, Stephen, was killed by vampires after being set-up by his evil cult leader. -Jace is a literal human experiment raised by said cult leader who went through a lot of trauma because of it.

And let’s take a look at the Nephilim world of the past few decades, when Rosemary was alive.

-An evil cult called the Circle that dreamt of genocide was tolerated for years. -A bloodbath named the Uprising. -The Mortal War. -The Dark War. -The Cold Peace. -The rise of the Cohort. Do you honestly blame this woman for thinking the Nephilim were her enemies?! If you just look at the facts, and the overall fact of being trained to kill and fight before they can even legally drink, any mother would say, “Not my baby.”

The Shadow Market, on the other hand, aside from the whole Malcolm Fade thing, has never been known to be at the center of such cruelty and extremely dangerous situations. It seems surprisingly a safer place then idris. I can totally understand Rosemary and Jack preferring that over the Clave, including as an enviroment for their son. Tessa is way too biased and playing favorites when Rosemary enters the debate. Oh, and do I need to remind people Kit was found by the Riders of Mannan because of the Shadowhunters?

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OMGGG hey tysm💕💕 I absolutely loved the James fic !:) and I’m glad you enjoyed the idea <33333 Okok I have another idea for you hope it’s not too lame!!

Basically rusty James and reader have known each other for quite some time, they met through mutual friend and since then he’s been head over heels for her, but she’s too oblivious to his flirtatious antics. To his dismay though she’s been asked out by some random guy on a date where she either was stood up for or maybe he was being such a prick to her that in both ways she storms out wherever they were. On her way back home she comes across James, who sees her all messed up, frustrated and in tears obviously confused and concerned. And in the end he makes it up for her by taking her on short cute date (of your opinion) and later on probably finds the guy who did all the damage and beats him up lololol

Of course bby! (I LOVE YOUR REQUESTS FR also i'm not putting a date scene for rusty in this because I'm bad at good dates and not ending them like I'm the most traumatized person ever.)

﹛♛﹜But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain.

You walked over to the lunch table, setting your bag down next to Rusty's.

"Oh hey Y/n. What's up?" One of his friends asked you, patting your back. To which you just smiled and said "Nothin much"

Rusty looked at you quietly before returning back to his lunch.

"Oh Rusty guess what. I got asked out yesterday." You smiled brightly, very proud of your accomplishment.

He nearly choked on his food as he looked at you.

"You serious, man? Who? You finally found someone other than me? The man of your dreams?" He said, pretending he didn't believe you as a joke. Only deep down he didn't feel so good. He felt sick and wanted to lay on the floor until the ground swallowed him whole.

"Mac westen" You said with a smug smile, sitting on top of the table.

He felt as if someone grabbed his heart and threw it on the floor right next to him.

"Oh. That's cool I guess. Congrats." He said, not really delivering good energy, which you just brushed off.

Rusty walked you home like he always did, only this time he wasn't talking with a boastful voice. In fact, he barely even spoke.

You gave him a hug, like normal as your arrived at your house. Rusty wanted to cry knowing that he would have to share these hugs with someone else.

"Whats wrong, Rusty?" You asked sweetly as he hugged tighter.

"Nothin'. Just givin' you a good luck hug." He lied right through his teeth. But you didn't have to know that.

You smiled before walking into your house, immediately getting ready for your date. Rusty walked to his house, thinking "When did I let her slip through my fingers?" and "Why can't it be me?" but he knew the answers to both questions. He supposed that maybe he just wasn't your kinda guy and just wanted someone more stable. Or that maybe he could offer you way more than he ever could.

You slipped into a white slip dress and a pair of white heels that had little diamonds on them. You did your hair and makeup, wanting to look absolutely perfect.

Once you were done, you walked to the place where he said the two of you would meet. The diner.

You saw him in the last booth, sitting by himself as he looked at the menu. You walked his way and sat down in front of him, putting your purse on the right side of you. He smirked slightly and took in your figure. You blushed and looked down.

"So uh. What are we doin' tonight?" You spoke quietly.

He rubbed his hand on your thigh. You weren't that phased because Rusty did that all the time when he was nervous or angry. But you were quite uncomfortable for it to be someone else touching you but you pushed the thoughts away and looked at him with a smile.

"Well I was planning on eating and then I can take you back to my place." He spoke as his hand rested on your knee.

You looked at your menu, feeling like he was staring holes into your body.

"Yeah I suppose that I am a bit hungry." You said, ignoring his last suggestion about taking you back to his place. You were honestly scared of what his intentions were.

He nodded before a waitress came up to take your order.

"Hello Darlings what would you like?" Her voice instantly made you smile brightly.

He stared at her figure longer than he had yours, and you were relieved. But you felt sorry for her as well, seeing her uncomfortable expression.

"Um. I would like the steak, Ma'am." You said, trying to distract her from him so she wasn't so uncomfortable anymore.

She nodded, writing your order down, looking at him for his order.

She took his order after a few attempts of him trying to touch her and swoon her with his words.

You almost felt like getting up and going home. This was your first date ever and it was going horrible.

He gripped your thigh under the table, surely leaving nail marks. You winced slightly.

"Ow. What the hell?" You exclaimed, kicking your feet.

His hand only went higher and higher, headed under your dress before you push him away and getting up hurriedly,

"Look. Uh, I don't think this is gonna work. You are being a major asshole. And I don't like the way you are touching me. You are hitting on the waitress and trying to slip your hand up my dress. And I'm sure you left a mark on my leg- yep there it is." You said crying, pointing to it.

He rolled his eyes, throwing his menu at you.

"Yeah whatever bitch. I was only trying to get you in bed anyway." He said walking out the door without paying for his food.

You sobbed at the table, leaving a tip for the waitress and also for the food.

You took your heels off and walked out the door. You had mascara stains running down your cheeks and you couldn't believe you didn't see the signs. You just wished you would've picked the right person.

You cried all the way to the bar, sitting outsid

Your thoughts were cut off by someone running into your foot, you said sorry before looking up and meeting with familiar brown eyes.

"Hey doll. You alright?" He asked, wiping your tears as he looked at you in a panic manner.

It was Rusty. You didn't wanna see him. Not saying that you didn't wanna be around him or anything. But not now. You knew he would throw a fit.

He sat down next to you, rubbing your thigh gently, making you pull away.

And it was weird to him because he was used to doing this to calm not only him but it calmed you down as well.

"Doll did he try to touch you or somethin'? He said angrily, before seeing the marks on your thigh.

He stood up, his hand covering his mouth as he tried to keep his cool.

He muttered under his breath about "Killing that bastard." and "Messin' with my girl."

"Rusty it's okay. It just didn't end well and it's fin-"

He didn't even let you finish before kicking something, the tin can rolling onto the parking lot.

"Look doll. You uh, don't need that jerk and you know what? I'm gonna take you out, okay?" He said, putting a piece of hair behind your ear.

You looked at him confused before laughing.

"Rusty James, you know that dates are for people that are in love- or somethin' like that I guess."

Mac definitely didn't feel that way towards you and you regretted even giving him the benefit of the doubt.

"Yeah, I know doll. That..That's what I'm trying to say I guess. And uh, it's fine if you don't want to, we can just go out for a coke just as good old friends." He smiled nervously.

He seemed tuff on the outside but on the inside he was burning up and felt like he was waiting for forever to hear your answer.

"No no. I like that first one, Rusty." You said as you smiled back at him.

"I love you doll." He said before kissing your cheek, pulling out off of the bench and walked down the street with an arm over your shoulder.

(I HOPE YOU LIKE IT LOVEEEE <3 I love when you send in requests it makes my days so much better

#rumble fish #rusty james x reader #rusty james #x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader

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thelastarchangelaskblog · 8 months

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Seventh Year: Reconciliations Bonus Scene 6

This is the last one I have fully typed out for now for this chapter. Have at least two more I'd like to do that I've started but which aren't finished. If there are any others you'd like to see, you can drop a note or an ask. :)

This one is definitely the longest! I'll let you figure out where this one goes. :P

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“We need to talk.”

Spinning around on a heel where ne had been perusing the latest books Jane had gotten nem, Samael was faced with Natasha and James. James was hanging slightly back, clearly intending to let Natasha lead here.

“I didn’t know we were in a relationship,” Samael said slowly, gently closing nir book.

There was a slightly amused twist at Natasha’s lips, but there was no laugh. It was clear she was dead serious about whatever was nagging at her. “It’s about Michael.”

Michael was with Gabriel at the moment, and Samael couldn’t remember him getting into more tussles with Gabriel’s friends… “Has he done something? Has Clint done something?”

“Surprisingly enough, no,” James muttered, mouth twitching in a small smile.

Natasha huffed, sending James a look before turning her attention back to Samael. “We don’t know him that well, and Tony prefers looking on the bright side of things, so we’re asking you if he’s normally like this.”

“Like…?” Samael thought about Michael and how he’d been behaving recently. It wasn’t that unusual…? Granted, he was avoiding Samael like the plague, but that wasn’t too surprising considering everything. And Michael before the Fall… “He’s always been quiet, if that’s what you mean. Not everyone’s as gregarious as Gabriel or Balthazar. You’ve met Gadreel, and just look at Raphael.”

As if she heard her name, Raphael stepped into the physical realm next to Samael, arching her eyebrows at nem. “What about me?” Her tone was dry.

Natasha turned to her, eyes keen. “Is this normal for Michael?”

Raphael considered the question, expression thoughtful. “He’s always been quiet…distant.” Her tone was as distant as how she was describing Michael. “But there were extenuating circumstances that time.”

Natasha pursed her lips. “Tony… He told us one time that you can suffer from mental health issues like humans can.”

“You’re included in that, too, now,” Samael said, though the joke was half-hearted at best.

Natasha didn’t seem impressed. “We know you can be traumatized. And depression and anxiety happen as well, even if not the same way as with us.”

Samael let out a small breath. “What’s your point?”

“My point is that you’re missing something with Michael. I’ve heard nothing but very critical comments about him and what he did in the past, but it doesn’t add up with who I’m seeing right now.”

“We’ve thought the same, remember?” Raphael murmured, mainly for Samael’s ears.

Samael did remember. It was impossible to forget the conversation they had in the Forbidden Forest after Michael left them. It was impossible for Samael to forget the close bonds Michael had formed with his human friends in the world they left behind. Close bonds that he didn’t seem to have here and a level of relaxation Samael hadn’t seen him reach here either.

“Is he how you remember him being?” Samael asked Raphael. “You spent the most time with him after everything.”

Raphael tilted her head to the side, frowning slightly. “He is, and that’s what worries me. I can…feel not all is right.”

Samael stared blankly at her. “You can?”

“It’s not an exact science,” Raphael said irritably. “I certainly couldn’t feel it before if that’s what you’re insinuating, otherwise things might have turned out a great deal differently that time. No, I can feel it now, and I don’t know what it is. Only something isn’t quite right, and it’s Michael.”

“But you feel it now?”

Raphael gave nem an annoyed look. “As I said, yes. Something’s not right, and I can’t pin it down.”

If Samael asked Raphael one more time if she was sure about this, she was probably going to bite nir head off. Ne wisely opted for thoughtful silence, folding nir arms over nir chest and thinking.

“So let’s assume it’s an act,” Samael said eventually. “We’ve all put on an act at one point or another. Some of us longer than others. I don’t think confronting him about it will do any good.”

“Not if you do it.” Raphael’s voice was dry. “Some others may have more luck.”

Samael resisted the urge to poke back at Raphael for that dig. “Then why don’t you give it a try?”

“I have.” Raphael’s frame and Grace were both tense with frustration. “I have given it a try multiple times. He’s significantly more comfortable with me than you and even so he remains distant. Gabriel is trying as well, and while it’s doing something, it’s not doing what we need – what he needs.”

Samael could definitely say that the outings Gabriel was insisting on with Michael were doing…something. It was difficult to say if it was positive or negative, though. Michael remained as frustratingly difficult to read as ever. He did sometimes seem a little more relaxed after those outings, but he also sometimes seemed a little overwhelmed and would sequester himself for a while.

“If what you’re already doing isn’t working, then it may be time for something different,” Natasha said.

“I doubt you trying will be helpful,” Raphael said dryly.

Natasha shook her head. “He’s feeling guilty. I may not know him well, but I can read guilt on him. And when he’s interacting with you – with any of you – it’s worse. Is there anyone you know of who wouldn’t bring that out in him?”

Samael didn’t answer immediately, considering the question. Guilt was an emotion Samael was keenly familiar with. That all of them were familiar with at this point. Even so, understanding didn’t make dealing with it any easier.

Samael doubted that what had happened between ne and Gabriel would work here. There had been preexisting history then, Gabriel having raised Samael as an AI before ne reclaimed nir Grace. Now…there was nothing pleasant between them and Michael beyond what had happened before the Fall, and that was a time none of them could regain.

Even if any of the other angels would be willing to talk to Michael, Michael would be feeling far too guilty for it to work. To them, he had failed them all in one way or another. It was doubtlessly the same way Michael looked at it.

Huffing out an irritated breath, Samael turned nir attention to the Norse gods in their midst. Absolutely not Loki. Samael had heard about what he’d pulled. Not that it would do any good either. Loki would rather dig the knife in deeper or throw himself out a window than try to help Michael. Well, more the knife than the window, but the point stood.

Michael didn’t have any relationships with the gods here, but that also meant he wouldn’t be very likely to open up. (Very likely? Try not at all.)

“No one here,” Samael said slowly, sighing.

“His friends, perhaps?” Raphael suggested thoughtfully.

Samael didn’t respond immediately, turning over the suggestion thoughtfully.

“Friends?” Natasha sounded curious. “I could have sworn one of the things I heard about him was that Michael doesn’t have friends.”

“He didn’t,” Samael answered distractedly. “At least, he didn’t used to. He spent time among the humans—”

“Hogwarts,” James added, clearly remembering what the bots had excitedly shared.

“—and he did make friends there,” ne continued. “They seemed to get along well.”

They were protective of him, Raphael said where the others couldn’t hear.

Samael bit down nir first response, which was to say that they were also protective of Michael. Regardless of how true it was, it wasn’t the point. Michael clearly didn’t feel all that protected or comfortable.

“He’s going to try and kill me,” Samael said, sighing and rolling nir head back. “I’m going to die.”

Raphael didn’t seem impressed. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not. I’m dead as soon as I get back. Dead.”

Natasha and James both looked a little confused now, looking between the two of them with furrowed eyebrows.

“Care to fill the rest of us in on the secret?” Natasha asked.

“I’m going to go back and get one of Michael’s friends.” Samael heaved another sigh, making sure Michael was still occupied by Gabriel. “He warned me off from doing anything with them, so this is going to be fun.”

“It doesn’t have to be you,” Raphael pointed out.

“If you’re gone, he’s going to wonder. You’re spending time together. He won’t notice me disappearing.”

“We’re not in each other’s pockets.” Raphael sounded unimpressed. “And he will notice if you’re suddenly gone, because you’re always lurking in the background.”

“I don’t lurk!”

“Forgive me. How else would you like me to call it? Hovering?”

“I don’t hover either!”

Raphael fixed nem with a supremely unimpressed expression. “Spying?”

“I don’t lurk, hover, or spy,” Samael protested, huffing. “I can’t help if he can sense me everywhere, can I?”

“You lurk,” Natasha said unsympathetically.

Samael rolled nir eyes to say exactly what ne thought of the matter. “Regardless of what I do, he’s not going to care if I’m gone.”

“We’ll both go,” Raphael said firmly in a tone that forbade further argument. “He won’t have any reason to suspect anything if we’re both gone. So if his friends refuse to come”—she said this in a tone that suggested she highly doubted this was a possibility—“he won’t know.”

“Fine.” Samael shrugged dismissively. “Shall we go, then?”

“Going now, then?” Natasha sounded slightly surprised.

“Talking about it anymore won’t solve anything,” Samael said. “He’s distracted for now – Gabriel’s very good at that – so we’ll do it now and see what comes of it.”

Natasha glanced back to James, who offered a small shrug. “It’s seemed to work so far,” he offered.

Natasha let out a small, unconvinced hum, looking back to Samael and Raphael. “Good luck.”

“We’ll be fine.” Samael flashed them a smile, then glanced to Raphael. Ne was met with a raised eyebrow, the equivalent of “well? Get on with it.”

That was what ne got for trying to be polite. Rolling nir eyes, Samael didn’t wait for Raphael to spread her wings, taking hold of her and slipping between the cracks of the universe with an ease that ne had never had before.

As Death, ne was literally everywhere at every time, even if ne didn’t physically present in all universes. It was possible, but it wasn’t what ne wanted to do. In any case, it meant that for nem, going from nir universe to that of where they’d found Michael was as easy as breathing.

The moment they arrived, Raphael shook nir hand off and stepped to the side, rolling her shoulders and her wings in one smooth motion. If she had feathers, they’d likely be ruffled.

Raphael looked askance to nem. “A little warning would be preferred next time.”

“It wasn’t that bad. It’s easier than flying, for sure.” Samael flashed her a smile, then turned nir attention to where ne had dropped them into Hogwarts.

Ne hadn’t really focused on when they’d be arriving, but it looked like daytime outside the tall windows lining the wall to their left. The portraits on the wall to their right were all conspicuously silent, staring at the two of them. Likely because they’d just popped into being in front of them, which wasn’t technically possible in Hogwarts.

It seemed like they were on the upper floors, the grounds of Hogwarts far below them. The grass looked faintly brown, and the skies were a dark, foreboding gray that suggested rain was incoming.

It looked wet and cold out there, which was the United Kingdom in a nutshell. Not that they were quite so united at the moment…

Beyond the thrum of magic embedded in the stones of the castle, the school was quiet. Aside from a few critters and Mrs. Norris a few floors below them, no one was wandering the hallways but rather clustered in several different rooms.

It seemed like they’d arrived in the middle of classes.

“We have some time,” Samael said after a moment, seeing a similar realization on Raphael’s face.

“You just want to explore.” The tone was vaguely accusatory yet also resigned.

Samael shrugged shamelessly. “We’re here, aren’t we? Have some fun, Raphael. It isn’t like anyone’s here to judge you.” Ne flashed her a grin, then slipped away before she could verbally respond.

There was a flare of frustration and something akin to embarrassment from Raphael, but she didn’t chase after Samael. It was a moment before Samael felt her leave the castle, flying away to another part of Earth. It felt like she’d gone to Japan.

Samael considered that with a slight twinge of guilt. With her usual temperament, it was all too easy to forget that Raphael had some attachments to Earth as well. It was similar with Michael, and it really shouldn’t be. They shouldn’t forget just because Michael and Raphael held themselves aloof in ways that Samael and Gabriel didn’t.

It was something to consider later. In a way that wouldn’t tick off Raphael.

Turning nir attention to the bookshelves in Hogwarts’s library, Samael kept well away from Madame Pince. She was occupied with something at her desk, so it was easy enough to wander through the back bookshelves and see what kind of books Hogwarts had to offer its students.

Being from Harry Potter’s point of view, the books had never had much information on what the library offered. There had been a few noteworthy times when he had turned to the library for help, but that had been infrequent and it wasn’t like it gave any readers a full picture of what the library was like.

It was at once more mundane and cooler than Samael had pictured. It was quite a bit like the set in the movies, but there were also bookshelves floating above the ones on the ground. There were books shelving themselves, flying around from where they’d been lying and slotting themselves back where they belonged.

One of them did so right in front of Samael. It was bound in a dark brown leather, the title along the spine in a fancily legible script that no computer word program would ever be able to properly replicate without human hands giving it a copy beforehand. From the title, which rather helpfully stated Defensive Shields, it was clearly a book on defensive magic.

Ne hadn’t yet decided which book to look at first, so this was as good as any.

It was satisfyingly heavy when ne pulled it down from the shelves. The spine creaked slightly as ne cracked it open, leaning back against the shelves as ne balanced the book in one hand and turned pages with the other. Although clearly published with a printing press, the writing was such that it still looked like it had been written by hand.

It seemed to be a stylistic choice with this one. Another book that Samael quickly snagged from the air had been published with a font more familiar. Ne let that one go after a moment, allowing it to return to where it had been flying to.

Defensive Shields started off simply enough with a brief introduction to magical shields and defensive practices in general. It was essentially like every textbook Samael had ever read before.

The chapter titles seemed a little more interesting, so Samael selected one at random and turned to that page. Ne was immediately met with two pages of text and very neat handwriting in the margins that was not part of the text. For an instant, Samael thought that the authors had gone for the opportunity to comment on the formal academic text in a more casual manner that would relate to young students, but then ne realized that the tone of this writing was too different and the ink too fresh to have been published with the book.

No, it seemed that some student had decided to write all over this book with small corrections, addendums, and lengthier explanations. It was more corrections than agreements. It was all over the book. There were a few chapters where entire passages had been scribbled through because the student clearly disagreed with what had been written there.

Samael squinted at the text. A few seconds later, ne was able to piece together what had been written there before and compare it to what the student had written in the margins.

It was interesting, but Samael didn’t know enough of the magic of this world to be able to say whether the student was right or wrong.

Shelving the book, Samael selected another at random. This one had the exact same handwriting in it and was on literally every page but the introductory ones, either because the introductory chapter was too boring to be read through or because the student had nothing to say about – Samael skimmed through the content – the author’s own autobiography. Well, that was fair.

Over the next half hour, Samael quickly found out that no matter what book ne picked out or what section of the library ne went into, every book had this particular handwriting in it. The only section that ended up being free of corrections was the Divination section. Samael took a few moments to parse these books before grudgingly admitting that they were a little on the dry side and also terribly inaccurate before dumping them and wandering into the history section.

Surely no single student had gone through the entire library? Wouldn’t Harry Potter – even as oblivious as he infamously was – have noticed handwriting in the library books? He’d commented on Snape’s old book often enough that it was clear it wasn’t something he was used to. And it wasn’t like the boy had steered clear of the library altogether and gotten by on Hermione’s brains alone; he’d done his homework and checked books out.

By this point some other students were also trickling into the library. Samael didn’t steer clear of them the way ne had Pince, so there were a few startled and curious glances thrown nir way. They evidently recognized nem from last time, but no one approached.

It wasn’t too likely this student had scribbled over the history books. Theoretical and practical books were one thing. Anyone could argue about those. But history? Unless one was a historian or had lived through those times, it wasn’t like they’d have corrections to suggest.

Samael was interested in what these history books would be like. Ne was familiar with the history of nir Earth – the one which had been at the end of its life – but this was an entirely different one. Somewhat the same yet not. The differences would play out in its history with an entirely different magical society underneath the surface of the history ne was familiar with.

The first book ne selected was that of the goblins. Ne certainly heard enough of goblins from whatever Binns had been droning on about in the books…

Ne opened it to a random page, only to be met with two full pages that had been entirely scribbled out and the elegant handwriting crammed into the margins and almost swimming off the pages. Ne squinted down at the writing, then at the text to see what ne could put together of it.

It was another few seconds before ne managed to get a comprehensive picture of what had been defaced so that no human could make it out. As an AI/archangel, it wasn’t difficult at all. It was just…ridiculous.

The text was narrating the reasons for the start of one of the goblin wars, putting all the blame on the goblins. It was something the student seemed to take great offense to since they had disagreed with absolutely every point on the page and said it was the wizards who had instigated the aggression, the goblins who had countered, and then it had all blown up in everyone’s faces. Samael was paraphrasing but that was the gist of it.

And so it carried on for the remainder of the text.

The next few history books pulled off the shelves had suffered similar fates.

The problem was… Samael could tell that the student was right. The books had it wrong or at least had obscured what had actually happened or twisted it around entirely. It wasn’t unusual when it came to history. Even nir own Earth had gotten the distant and not-so-distant past wrong frequently; history was written by the victors, and too often the losing side had no way of narrating what their side had been like.

The issue was that there was no way the student could possibly know all those finer details that they did. They were details that Samael could easily see, but that was only because ne could look back in time and confirm for nemself.

So perhaps this student wasn’t a student at all but rather a very old wizard/witch with too much time on their hands. Or maybe a ghost using a student to dictate corrections into the books, but then the handwriting would be significantly worse since no student had handwriting this neat.

Samael studied the handwriting again, trying to parse what ne could of the possible character of the writer. It was very neat and elegant and very…fancy…? Only it was still perfectly legible. It was the kind of handwriting that would make any teacher weep to read because of how pretty it was.

…No, ne wasn’t getting anything from scrutinizing the handwriting. That science had been fake, anyway.

Sighing, Samael shelved that book and pulled another out. Sure enough, this one also had the writing all over it.

Not a student and not a ghost… If this hadn’t been in the books, and Samael knew it wasn’t, ne had to consider what else had changed. There was only one thing that had to the point where something like this would happen, but it was so ridiculous that Samael felt like smacking nemself.

Really? Michael? Defacing books like this? It was…banal. Ridiculous. He would never.

Scoffing, Samael discarded the most recent book and wandered into the Restricted Section. The library had filled up a little more by this point, though still not by much. Ne was getting a few more looks of interest and wariness but no one approached, which suited nem fine.

A fizzle of magic flickered over nir skin as ne slipped past the wooden barrier separating the Restricted Section from the rest of the library. Ne flicked it aside and continued on, stepping right into one aisle and pulling out one book that felt incredibly meek.

…They all felt a little chastised in this section, like someone had come and ripped them a new one.

Samael eyed the book interestedly, then opened it.

…At this point ne shouldn’t even be surprised to see that elegant handwriting winking up at nem. The book felt sulky as Samael perused its pages, a slight bit of shame wafting off it, which was very weird to feel from a book because they were usually entirely inanimate objects unless Gabriel or Loki were feeling particularly funny that day.

The contents were also rather dire and horrific, which shouldn’t surprise Samael either at this point. Ne shelved that book, then went to find an aisle where the books hadn’t been terrified into submission.

Samael had to go a little past the first few sections before ne was able to find a row that had not met the hands of this erstwhile student who was absolutely not Michael.

These books had very clearly not been touched or criticized, so Samael had the pleasure of taking one book off its shelf and immediately getting nir fingers chomped on when ne tried opening it.

“That’s just rude,” ne told it. “Who told you you could do that?”

The book didn’t respond beyond mulishly trying to gnaw Samael’s fingers off. It wasn’t doing a very good job, but Samael would give it an A for effort considering that anyone else would be getting a lot of paper cuts.

Samael smacked it off and to the floor, then picked it up again and shook it before opening it once more. “Do it again and I’ll smooth down your pages so you’re made of glass.”

The book was gratifyingly still at this threat, so Samael was able to leaf through it unharmed. It was about teeth. More particularly, what spells and potions one could use teeth for and the varying results. Diagrams were provided; they were very anatomically and graphically correct aside from a few ridiculous mistakes that had Samael realizing exactly why the student had wanted to deface every other book in this library.

Samael instantly put the book away, then selected another that decided screaming in nir face was a good strategy.

Perhaps it might have been, but Samael just silenced it and continued turning the pages while it screamed voicelessly. This one was about the voice; Samael half-expected to find a diagram of a mermaid and was disappointed when nothing was there.

The next book opted for trying to set Samael’s hands on fire. Samael set it on fire instead, then regenerated it and had it contemplate its life choices on its shelf. No other book in the aisle protested as Samael worked nir way through them.

…The student was absolutely not Michael. There were plenty of reasons someone would want to write a lot of corrections all over the books in this library.

It made no sense for it to be Michael. Absolutely none.

Samael was still telling nemself this as ne picked out another book on the topmost shelf, climbing up onto the shelves to get to it. It was made out of human skin, which meant it was far too interesting to ignore.

Ne had just eased it off the shelf, ignoring the scent of blood and rotting meat wafting off it, when a throat was very pointedly cleared at nir feet.

Book in hand and still holding onto the very top shelf, Samael turned to the side and looked down to see none other than Madame Pince glowering up at nem.

Samael didn’t move, balancing nir weight on one foot and holding onto the shelf with nir free hand. “Hi!” Ne grinned cheerfully down at her.

Pince glared up at nem frostily, not at all amused. “Get down.”

Samael sighed, swinging the book back and then forward, briefly adjusting the grip ne had on the shelf before ne let go and landed lightly on the floor. Pince was still frostily glaring at nem, though now it was down her nose because ne was shorter.

“Well, I’m down,” Samael said cheerfully, tucking both hands and the book behind nir back. “Did you need something, Madame Pince?”

“I was told,” Pince said in a tone that could have frozen lava, “that you and your…companions had left. For good.”

Samael blinked at her, tilting nir head to the side. “We did leave. Never said it would be for good.”

“Apparently.” Pince glowered at nem a moment longer, then reached out with a spindly hand to grab hold of Samael’s upper arm and start pulling nem along.

She was only able to do it because Samael allowed it, and even then Samael didn’t let her pull them along as quickly as she would have liked. Ne slowed the pace, so that Pince was forced to the slow, relaxed speed ne set.

They soon ended up outside of the Restricted Section, upon which Pince turned to Samael and held out a demanding hand. There was a bit of an audience at this point, the other students in the library having casually started lingering in the area in hopes of a scene. “The book.”

Samael gave her an innocent look, then showed her both hands, which were empty. “What book?”

Pince looked fit to have a stroke. “Where did you put it?”

“Oh, you know, somewhere,” Samael said airily. “I’m sure it’ll turn up at some point.”

Pince no longer looked like she was at imminent risk for a stroke. It now looked like she was about to burst into flames. “The book! You will hand it over! Now!”

“Bit difficult to do that when I don’t have it in my hands.” Samael waved nir empty hands around again briefly, then tucked them back behind nir back. Ne took a step back, dipping into a slightly mocking bow as ne did. “It’ll turn up sometime, Madame Pince. Have a nice cup of tea in the meantime, lest you hurt yourself.”

Ne flashed an apoplectic Pince a smile, then made a graceful exit before Pince could do anything like throttle nem. It looked a little like she was on the verge of doing so.

The gawking students made space for nem, whispering and nudging each other in very meaningful ways. Samael didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but it was very difficult to miss what they were saying when they were bad at whispering.

“Was that a threat?”

“Didn’t seem like a threat, did it?”

“Well, you know how he was when he got upset—”

“But that’s just a rumor—”

“No, you saw what happened to Parkinson!”

Samael’s interest was piqued at these so-called rumors courtesy of Hogwarts’s infamous grapevine, but before ne could go and ask about it, someone drew nir attention with a polite tap on nir arm. Turning, ne was met with the sight of one Hannah Abbott, who had fixed nem with a polite expression that somehow still managed to convey a very strong sense of judgment. It reeked of Michael.

“Hannah!” Samael beamed at her, reaching out to Raphael as well, though ne needn’t have since Raphael was already on the way.

Hannah’s expression shifted a little to that of bemusement. The younger student at Hannah’s elbow looked up at her in concern before looking back to Samael.

“Auror Sam,” Hannah said, clearly mindful of their earlier aliases, “how nice to see you again. I don’t believe we expected you.”

Samael waved off the silent question, flashing her a smile far kinder than the one ne had given Pince earlier. “It wasn’t planned at all, but we simply couldn’t resist another visit.”

Hannah blinked, looking startled and surprised and also hopeful. “We?”

Samael slung an arm around her shoulders, tugging her along before she could resist and before Pince could finish mustering up the breath to start shouting Samael out the library.

The younger student who had apparently brought Hannah to the library tagged along, giving both of them a side-eye, though it was more focused on Samael.

“Alys, it’s okay,” Hannah told her. “I’ll handle it from here.”

“If you’re sure,” Alys said doubtfully, still eyeing Samael with an extreme air of skepticism.

“I am. Thank you.” Hannah smiled at her, then started taking the lead in pulling Samael away from the library and to somewhere a little more private.

Samael let her, intrigued and curious. The moment they were out of eyesight of other students, Raphael flicked into the space next to nem.

Hannah barely startled, jolting only a little at the sudden appearance. It seemed that Michael had gotten her desensitized to angels popping out of nowhere, which was a shame. Startling humans was always funny.

“So that’s what you meant by ‘we,’” Hannah said after a moment, looking away from Raphael. “Or – is Michael—”

“Not here,” Samael said, slightly apologetic. Ne let go of Hannah, stepping slightly to the side. “But! That is why we’re here.”

Hannah looked to nem, expression worried. “Michael? Is he okay? What happened? He’s not hurt, is he?” She paused. “You didn’t hurt him, did you?” she demanded.

Samael managed a small laugh, shaking nir head and smiling at her despite the pang of hurt at the insinuation. “He’s fine, Hannah. I wouldn’t hurt him. That time is past.”

Hannah frowned, glancing between Samael and Raphael. She seemed doubtful of this. “You’re Lucifer.”

“I was.” Samael’s tone was firm. When Hannah turned a little ashen, eyes flicking between the two of them, Samael gentled it as ne continued speaking, repeating nir earlier words. “That time is past. I’m not here to hurt you. Besides,” ne added lightly, “I have a chaperone.”

Hannah’s attention flicked to Raphael. “Raphael?”

Raphael hummed in confirmation, inclining her head slightly.

“Why are you two here?” Hannah asked, coming to a stop by a suit of armor and a painting of a snoring man holding a half-eaten apple. She folded her arms over her chest. “There’s nothing we can do for you.”

“That’s not entirely true.” Samael tilted nir head to the side, shrugging lightly. “You’re Michael’s friend, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Hannah answered slowly, “I am.”

Samael considered her for a moment, then glanced askance to Raphael. Raphael gazed back impassively, raising a single eyebrow when Samael met her eyes.

Go on, Raphael said dryly. I’m just chaperoning.

Huffing, Samael turned nir attention back to Hannah, sobering. “You’re his friend,” ne said simply. “He could use one of those.”

Hannah’s expression shifted back to that of worry. “He could? Why?”

“Family isn’t everything,” Samael said. “And for us…there’s too much bad blood. We’re trying but…” Ne shrugged. “I think having a friend that he knows is only on his side will be good for him.”

We, Raphael said pointedly.

“We think that,” Samael amended, glancing to Raphael and then back to Hannah. Ne raised nir eyebrows, extending a hand in Hannah’s direction. “Well?” Ne wiggled nir fingers. “Free ride to another universe. No strings attached.”

Hannah stared at the hand, not reaching out for it.

“What?” Samael was exasperated, and maybe also just a bit hurt. “I’m not going to bite you. As I said, we’re being chaperoned.”

Hannah’s hands fisted in her robes, her eyes drifting back to Samael’s face. “Is it just me?”

Samael tilted nir head at her. “Sorry?”

“The offer – is it just for me?” Hannah asked. “Or – or can the others come with?”

“If they want,” Samael said slowly.

“How many?” Hannah was almost vibrating with energy.

Samael shrugged. “However many want to come.”

“Do we have to go now?” Hannah looked down the hall and back to Samael. It was clear that she wanted to run but was waiting for nir answer. “Or can you wait?”

“We can wait.” Samael let nir hand drop, tucking it into nir pocket. “Take your time.”

Hannah nodded, taking several steps to the side and then stopping abruptly. “Are you – where are you going to be?”

“Around.” Samael made a vague gesture with one hand. “You know how to reach us, I think.”

“Praying. Yes. I’ll – we’ll do that. I’ll be back. Don’t go.” Hannah was gone an instant later, running down the hall as fast as she could go.

Samael stared after her, then looked to Raphael. “Well.”

“Well,” Raphael echoed, tilting her head curiously. “It seems that we’ll have company.”

Samael dipped nir chin in a small nod, turning to look at the portrait. The apple had fallen to the painted floor a minute and five seconds ago and the man had bolted to another painting point two seconds before his snack had hit the floor. Ne wasn’t sure where he’d gone; the portraits didn’t have any life energy to them, just magic.

With a sigh, ne looked back in the direction Hannah had run off in. Ne shouldn’t be so surprised that it seemed like all of Michael’s friends wanted to come. Yet…ne was. Michael was…Michael.

Tilting nir head back, Samael ran a hand over nir face and through nir hair, ruffling it briefly before flattening it again and turning to Raphael. “She’s probably going to be a while, so I’m going to poke around a little more.”

Raphael gave nem a sardonic look. “Oh, will you?”

“Yes.” Samael refused to rise to the bait. After a moment, ne did stick nir tongue out at her before flying back to the library and randomly grabbing a bunch of books. It wasn’t stealing if ne planned on returning them later.

There was what felt like an exasperated sigh from Raphael, but she didn’t prod at Samael. She didn’t leave either beyond flying to outside the castle, clearly intending on enjoying the weather.

Five minutes later, Samael was in one of the courtyards and running a finger over the wings of a gargoyle. Ne looked up to the cloudy, overcast sky, and then back to the gargoyle that was ignoring nem. The weather wasn’t even that nice, but it was Earth weather, so ne could see Raphael’s point.

Every planet’s atmosphere was different, and no matter how many planets Samael had been to, none had been like Earth. Being here was incredibly nostalgic, down to the smell of rain hanging in the air and the slight nip to Samael’s skin.

The cold didn’t bother nem as it did Gabriel. And even then, it wasn’t like this particular cold would bother Gabriel either, being entirely physical.

Humming under nir breath, Samael left the gargoyle alone, sitting down on a bench situated in front of the fountain that was the centerpiece of this courtyard. Ne stretched nir legs out, taking out one of the books ne had appropriated from the library and flipping to the index.

This one was one of the higher level Charms books ne had been able to locate and hadn’t looked at previously. It was also filled with the mysterious student’s handwriting, and at this point Samael shouldn’t even be surprised.

Rather than skimming through it, Samael took nir time to read through the introductory chapter and then through the rest. The student’s comments were insightful and sometimes contradicting what the actual text stated; other times it simplified concepts that seemed needlessly complicated.

It was ten minutes into this when someone said, “You’re back, are you?”

Blinking, Samael looked up to see one Harry Potter in the flesh, his two friends right at his shoulders. There was a thrill of excitement at the fact that they were actually real and here before Samael quelled it and closed the book, leaning back slightly. “I’m certainly somewhere.”

Harry made a face, seeming reluctantly amused despite himself. “What are you doing here? I thought you’d left along with Michael.”

“We did,” Samael said, shrugging. “This is just a quick visit. You won’t even have time to notice we’re here.”

“Is Michael here, too, then?” Hermione asked.

“Oh no. Just us.” Samael shook nir head, flattening nir hands briefly over the front of the book and folding it back into the space with the other books ne had taken.

Hermione looked a little scandalized, and Ron elbowed her in the side. “You’re taking that with you?” she blurted out.

“I’ll give it back,” Samael drawled. “It’s a library, isn’t it? Borrowing is perfectly fine.”

“Are you going to write all over it, too?” Hermione demanded, and Ron slapped a hand against his face, swearing under his breath.

Samael blinked. “Too?”

“Don’t give me that innocent face.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “I’ll grant that you’re a sight better at it than your so-called brother is, but he is absolutely shameless.”

Samael blinked again, staring at her. Michael? Shameless? Since when?

“Hermione,” Ron muttered, sounding pained, “please.”

“Don’t ‘Hermione’ me, Ron.” Hermione didn’t even look at him, eyes on Samael. “You know I’m right!”

“You are right about something,” Samael said. “I am absolutely shameless. But, please, do tell me more about my brother’s lack of shame. I’m always down for more dirt.”

Instead of making Hermione spill the beans, this only seemed to make her stare at nem. Eventually, she said, “Are you sure you’re related to him?”

“Hermione!” Ron hissed. “You can’t just ask someone if they’re related!”

“It’s all so hard to believe,” Hermione said, huffing. “Angels and demons and whatever else is going to pop out of the woodworks. Not that we’ve even met any demons. And I’m still not convinced that you lot are just having us on and it’s a very elaborate hoax.”

“This is why it’s fun being around you humans,” Samael said cheerfully. “You never know if you’re going to be met with a skeptic or a believer. Even the religious tend towards skepticism, especially nowadays.”

There was a nod of agreement from Harry, though he was still eyeing Samael warily.

Ron poked at Hermione’s shoulder. “I don’t hear you being all skeptic about Percy being related to Fred and George. Siblings can be different.”

Hermione pulled a face, sighing. “That’s true enough, I suppose. But still.” She gave Samael a piercing look. “You better not go writing in the books, too. Some people need to read them! And we can’t do that if everything is scratched out because it’s supposedly ‘incorrect.’”

…Too?

“It probably is incorrect,” Samael said helpfully, almost buzzing with the notion that she had said “too.” “Most things humans write usually is. Except fiction. Your fiction is really imaginative. Top notch. Can’t do better than that.”

Ne was getting incredulous looks at that, all of them looking at nem like ne was an alien. Which, fair enough. Samael was definitely the alien here (in more ways than one, ha).

“Definitely siblings,” Ron said, nudging Hermione. “He told you the same thing, didn’t he?”

Hermione huffed, rolling her eyes. “Your brother said the same. That everything is inaccurate and so obviously we should be grateful to have his ‘corrected’ information.”

“That sounds like him.” Samael paused, then pulled out on the books ne had procured from the library. “Are you telling me he’s systematically gone through practically every book in your library and added his own edits?”

“The only books he hasn’t touched are Divination, and even I don’t read those.”

There was something there, but Samael wasn’t going to touch that at the moment. No, best focus on the fact that Michael had written all over these books. Michael.

“You dropped the class,” Harry reminded Hermione.

“Because it was a waste of my time.”

“You had a time turner,” Harry said. “What time was wasted?”

“My own.” Hermione made a face, clearly remembering when she had sat through the Divination classes Samael had read about from Harry’s point of view.

Samael flipped through the book with a keener eye now that ne was aware of the writer’s identity. Ne had never seen Michael’s physical handwriting before, but this simple and elegant style definitely did suit him. The tone was all him: dry, occasionally biting, and to the point.

It was like getting lectured by Michael via a book, though he’d certainly never shared any of this kind of information with Samael before.

At one point Samael would have insisted that Michael was too much of a goody two-shoes to even consider doing something like writing in a book, but apparently that was dead wrong since the evidence was staring at nem in the face. Samael would also have insisted that Michael wouldn’t be caught dead reading human books, but apparently that was also wrong since Michael had gone through most of Hogwarts’s library.

…Was he doing the same thing to the books back in Asgard? Loki was going to have his head. Or attempt it.

Samael tried to recall if Loki had been more pissed off than usual at Michael, but nothing stuck out at nem. So either Michael hadn’t done anything or Loki hadn’t discovered anything.

“You didn’t know, did you?” Hermione asked as Samael continued flipping through the pages.

Samael didn’t respond immediately, coming to the end of the book and closing it before looking up to the three. Ne gave them a small smile. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve actually talked with Michael. I don’t know half of what he’s gotten up to while he’s been here, and he knows even less than half of what I’ve gotten up to.”

Ron’s expression was sympathetic yet intrigued. Harry looked like he was trying to compute just what Samael meant by “a long time.” It wasn’t likely he’d get to the right answer.

“Is he coming back?” Hermione sounded uncertain. “Is that why you’re here?”

Shrugging, Samael dropped the book back in its pocket, settling nir hands back on the bench. “I don’t know. Raphael and I are just here to pick up some friends; we’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”

“Friends?” Hermione scrunched her eyebrows together. “You don’t mean – are you taking Michael’s friends?”

“However many want to come.” Samael had a guess it was going to be all of them.

Ron looked concerned. “How long do you expect to be gone? If Ginny’s gone too long, Mum’s going to have her head. And mine. Because obviously I should have stopped her…”

Samael shrugged again. “I really can’t say. Time flows a little differently between here and there.”

“Differently?” Hermione sounded intrigued. “How different? Can it be quantified?”

“Probably, but it gets a little dicey when we’re involved.” Samael smiled at the face Hermione made at the non-answer. “Time doesn’t run the same way for us.”

“That’s not an answer at all,” Hermione complained.

“Get used to disappointment.” Hermione didn’t seem to get the reference, which was a damn shame. She was a Muggle-born; surely her parents had watched that particular movie? Surely Hermione, the infamous bookworm, had read the book?

“Seriously, how long is she going to be gone?” Ron asked. “You haven’t met my mum, but she’s dead serious about Ginny’s safety.”

“I really don’t know.” Samael offered yet another shrug. “We’ll try to do our best to make sure she gets back relatively soon.”

Ron didn’t look very happy with this answer, frowning and folding his arms over his chest. At least he didn’t ask for a guarantee that Samael couldn’t give.

“You can’t just take them and leave,” Hermione objected. “There are going to be questions.”

This wasn’t something Samael had ever had to deal with before. Usually they just went about their business and whatever happened would happen. It wasn’t like anything could really affect them…

“I suppose it’s a good thing you’re here, isn’t it? So you can answer those questions.”

“How? Are we just supposed to say they’ve gone off to another dimension to have a cup of tea?”

Samael smiled, amused despite Hermione’s obvious indignation. “If you think that’ll work.”

“Maybe we can tell Dumbledore,” Ron offered. “He knows about Michael.”

Hermione considered that, expression thoughtful. “Well…perhaps.”

“Oi, Potter! What are you doing here?” It was a voice that was all too familiar to Samael, even though ne only heard it a few times in real life. And, lo and behold, Draco Malfoy walked up to them, dropping a bag right by the bench Samael was sitting on. He was glowering at Harry.

“It’s a free country, isn’t it?” Harry retorted. “I can spend time where I like.” He frowned at Malfoy’s bag. “Are you going somewhere?”

Malfoy scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I don’t see how it’s any of your business, but if you must know, it’s elsewhere.”

Harry looked unimpressed. “Elsewhere?”

“Elsewhere.”

“Great,” Harry said, “I’m going to go elsewhere, too. I don’t even need a bag for it.” He took a step to the side, then spread his arms pointedly.

“You’re a bloody riot,” Malfoy said flatly.

“Thank you.”

Samael snorted, laughed, and then quickly brought a hand up to nir mouth when everyone stared at nem. Ne didn’t even attempt to hide nir obvious amusement, though ne coughed. “Don’t mind me. Continue.”

Malfoy did not continue, looking a little discomfited. It seemed like he didn’t know what to make of Samael. He folded his arms over his chest, shifting his weight from leg to leg.

On the other hand, Harry looked both entertained and wary, like he wasn’t entirely sure what to do in this situation but he was going to stick it out. He was remarkably easy to read, unlike Malfoy, who was a blank wall but for his bright soul. It had to be the Occlumency, since none of the others were that blank.

The odd atmosphere was dispersed by a cheerful “Hello, everyone,” and Luna Lovegood wiggling her hand through Malfoy’s folded arms to link their arms together.

It was bizarre enough that Samael was left blinking. Things had changed that much, had they?

Malfoy relaxed a little, not pulling away from Luna. “Luna. Are the others coming?”

“They’re on the way,” Luna answered. “I think Ginny bullied her way into the Hufflepuff Common Room and is supervising packing.”

Malfoy seemed to be considering that. “That does not surprise me.”

“You’re all going, then?” Hermione asked.

Luna glanced at her, giving her a bright smile. “Of course.” She turned to Samael now, nodding at nem. “Hello, Samael. It’s nice to see you again. How have you been?”

Samael smiled at her, returning the nod. “Eh, can’t complain.”

“There’s always something you can complain about,” Luna said entirely seriously.

“That’s true, but then I’d get into all the minutiae of things that really don’t matter.” Like the state of the Internet at the moment. Samael hadn’t even realized how used ne had gotten to something that was fast and always accessible until ne was back in the 1990s (the fact that ne had never actually lived through the 1990s wasn’t the point).

Malfoy looked reluctantly amused for an instant before it was wiped off his face.

“Do you even have things to complain about?” Ron asked. “Is that…allowed?”

Samael shot him an amused look. “What do you think?”

“I…don’t know what I think. I didn’t think angels existed before but then Michael happened.”

“He does that,” Samael said, amused because it was true on multiple levels.

“He does a lot of things,” Luna agreed. Her expression sobered a moment later. “How is he?”

Samael weighed nir answer carefully before responding, though none of them would notice a pause. “He’ll be happy to see you, especially since this is a surprise.”

Luna and Malfoy both had expressions on their faces that said they knew Samael wasn’t saying everything.

It was the space of a breath before Raphael stepped into the physical realm directly behind Samael, face upturned towards the cloudy sky. She didn’t respond to the surprised breaths of the others, though a moment later her attention drifted to where Michael’s other friends were beginning to approach them, each of them carrying a bag.

They were radiating a nervous sort of excitement, even as practically all of them were eyeing Samael warily. Luna was the only one who seemed absolutely comfortable with the entire situation, which tracked with what Samael knew of her character in the books.

Ginny seemed slightly surprised to see Ron there. “Oh, Ron… What are you doing here?”

Ron didn’t answer the question, instead saying, “You realize Mum’s going to have my head for letting you disappear, right?”

Ginny seemed entirely unconcerned about this. “You’ll live.”

Ron looked scandalized. “I’ll live?! You could at least act a little concerned that Mum’s going to ream me out over you going off elsewhere!”

“Mum’s Mum.” Ginny shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I’ll not do it.”

Ron’s expression was despairing. “Nice to know my little sister doesn’t care whether or not I get murdered by our own mother.”

Ginny shrugged again, then turned to Samael and Raphael. “So? Hannah said you’re our rides?”

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be around us,” Neville said dubiously to Samael.

“I’m being chaperoned,” Samael said cheerfully, pointing to Raphael, who did not roll her eyes but it was obviously a close call. “It’s all good.”

Neville looked extremely skeptical of this claim, which was just hurtful.

“Why would you need to be chaperoned?” Hermione asked, confused. “And why wouldn’t you be allowed around them? Do you just let your…brother tell you what to do?”

Samael shrugged, shifting to stand. “Sometimes. When he has a point.”

There was a snort from Ron, who clearly understood where Samael was coming from with that.

“So,” Samael continued cheerfully, looking between each of Michael’s friends, “everyone ready to go?”

“Not quite yet,” Susan said, eyes sharp and wary. “Hannah said you’re here for us, but she didn’t say why. Why you and not Michael?”

“I said it was a surprise.” Samael tilted nir head. “Don’t you want to surprise him?”

“You’re Lucifer,” Susan said bluntly, not budging. “I don’t care whether or not you’re ‘chaperoned,’ we don’t know you, and Michael told us to be careful around you.”

Samael wasn’t going to lie. That stung. It wasn’t a surprise, but it still hurt to hear that.

Harry’s head whipped around to Samael, his eyes wide. “You’re Lucifer?” he blurted out, sounding surprised.

Samael didn’t verbally respond, raising nir eyebrows at him. There wasn’t any comprehension on Ron’s face, but Hermione’s face was startled.

“The Devil?” Harry sounded incredulous, like if he had to picture the Devil it wasn’t who he was seeing right now.

Raphael was quiet, but she didn’t need to speak to show her support, wings brushing against Samael’s and her Grace a solid warmth against nir own.

“Yes,” Samael said eventually, when no one else spoke, “that’s me.” Ne gave a small smile, one that was probably a little off-putting from the way Harry, Ron, and Hermione all took a shuffling step backwards. “Though these days, I go by Samael.”

“But you’re still. Why are you here?” Harry looked incredibly wary. “And not…?” He trailed off, clearly unsure of how to verbally say “destroying the world,” which was what was very loudly going through his head.

“I happen to like the world,” Samael said offhandedly, not looking to anyone but instead at a gargoyle higher up on Hogwarts’s walls. “Besides…” Ne looked back to them, the corner of nir mouth ticking up. “Lucifer’s me, but I’m not Lucifer.”

There was visible confusion on everyone’s faces at this.

“How’s that possible?” Hermione demanded. “Either you’re Lucifer, or you’re not Lucifer!”

“Yes,” Samael agreed. “As I said, Lucifer was me, but I’m not Lucifer. Not anymore.”

Susan frowned, clearly unhappy with that answer. “Are all of you this confusing?” she finally asked. “Speaking in riddles and confusing half-statements that only barely make sense… I’d ask if Michael learned it from you, but clearly you learned it from him.”

Samael snorted, then laughed. “It is part of the job description.”

“Being confusing?”

“Mysterious.” Samael flashed a grin at her.

“Oh, they’re definitely related,” Hermione muttered. “No one else is so infuriating.”

There was a flare of amusement from Raphael at this comment. “If you want bluntness, you’re better off speaking to Gabriel. He can be mysterious in his own way, but he’s more likely to take pity on you.”

“You mean more likely to speak in riddles,” Samael pointed out. “Or give puzzles. He loves his puzzles.”

“As I said, ‘mysterious in his own way.’”

Susan made an impatient noise, opening her mouth, but whatever else she might have said was cut off by Hannah, who tugged at her arm. “It doesn’t matter, Susan. They’re here now, aren’t they? We can get answers later.” Unspoken was the fear that if they pushed too hard, this chance would disappear.

“Or they’ll be all mysterious,” Justin said. “Because that’s how they work… How many times has Michael given us that little ‘hm’ and that look that said ‘figure it out yourself’? Or just not answered at all and done his own little thing while the rest of us are left scratching our heads?”

Samael could picture that exact expression. Judging from Raphael’s face, so could she.

Malfoy was beginning to look impatient, even if he had kept his mouth shut so far. “Are we leaving or not? If the rest of you would rather waste time gossiping, do it on your own time.”

“This is our time,” Ernie said slowly, glancing to Samael and Raphael as if checking their reactions to Malfoy’s demand.

Samael tilted nir head, watching them all. Some of the wariness had faded, though it was still lingering at the edges.

“We’re in no rush,” Raphael said idly in that particular tone that usually had people doing a double take. “Do take your time.”

Samael was relatively sure ne could get them back before Gabriel or Michael noticed their absence. …Or just Michael. Ne wasn’t even entirely sure what Gabriel was aware of at this point.

“We’re ready to go,” Luna said politely, meeting Samael’s eyes. “I think it’s been long enough, don’t you?”

Malfoy leaned down to pick up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder, then just stood there with an expectant expression.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances, then took a few steps back like they thought they would also be accidentally whisked away if they stood too close. As if. This wasn’t a teleportation circle drawn by a witch.

Samael rolled nir shoulders, prodding at the space between the dimensions briefly. Ne glanced at Raphael, who nodded in confirmation.

“Mind your step,” Samael said to no one in particular. “Don’t want to get lost in the void between dimensions, do we?”

There was no time for anyone to respond, as Samael swept them all up, smoothly sliding from one dimension to the next with an ease ne never had before. And with absolutely no chance for anyone to get lost in the void between dimensions.

Still, it was worth it for the looks on their faces.

#bonus scene #first born #the last archangel #my writing #seventh year: reconciliations

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