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itsjaywalkers · 30 days

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for the prompt game: ROSEKILLER 57 WITH BOXER AU IVE BEEN WAITING MY WHOLE LIFE FOR THIS MOMENT……….. (also i hope you’re having a fun day off laurie hi hi 🥺🤍)

HI HI SAINTS BELOVED <333 i actually didn't get the day off bc i'm an idiot and i couldn't say no when my coworker asked me to change shifts.. but at least i got home before 10pm which . is unusual for me lmao . and today's shift was actually kinda fun so !!

anyways, hope you're having a lovely day and that u enjoy this silly lil thing <3 first peek into boxer au rosekiller <3 (i went a bit overboard but they've been plaguing my mind and u don't deserve less)

57. "Teach me to fight."

It's been more than half an hour of hitting the punching bag nonstop when Barty finally decides to take a break. It's not even because he's actually tired, despite the sweat he can already feel dripping down his back and his face. It's because his bad shoulder—the right one—dislocated during the last combination he tried, and after Barty puts it back in place, he's gotta wait a little bit before going back to training.

This happens way too often for comfort, but it's not really painful anymore—it never really was, or maybe Barty has simply dealt with much worse. Besides, the longer he ignores it, the more serious it'll get, which means he'll have an excuse to go get another check-up.

His manager already warned him when he first got the injury after that stupid fight with stupid Potter. Barty began to grow restless during recovery time, and then decided his shoulder was fine when it stopped hurting.

Obviously, he was wrong. Except, it only dislocates when he goes too hard, and he's learnt how to put it back in place without issue, so really, technically, he was sort of right. What does his manager know, anyway? As long as Barty continues winning and putting money in that fucker's pocket, there shouldn't be any complaints.

He pulls up his tank top and dries off some of the sweat on his neck and the side of his face, while rolling his shoulder gently, testing the waters before he goes back to punching, when the hairs at his nape begin to stand up.

There's no noise, no sudden sounds. Barty doesn't hear the door opening, or closing, and yet, when he turns around, smirk already pulling at his lips, he isn't surprised to find someone standing right behind him.

"Hey, Rosie," he greets the other man, who blinks at him, completely deadpan. "I didn't know you were still around. Long shift today?"

"Yes, you did," Evan responds, that cool tone of his sending a pleasing chill down Barty's spine. "Know, that is. I'm pretty sure you've got my schedule memorised."

Barty takes a few moments to drop the hem of his shirt, because he notices the way in which Evan's gaze drops to his stomach and stays there for a handful of seconds. His expression doesn't change, there isn't even a flicker of something in his face, but the attention is more than enough for him.

"Well, you left your email open and your laptop in my near vicinity." Barty shrugs, eyes running up and down Evan's body. He's still wearing that sexy white coat of his, the shirt underneath it perfectly buttoned and tucked inside his jeans.

There's barely any skin showing, because Evan is a little weirdo, but there's some ankle peeking, since the pants are ridiculously tight on him and the legs keep riding up slightly.

Honestly, it's like he's doing it on purpose. Barty can't be blamed if he ends up hard under his sweats. He can already feel some blood rushing south just at the sight of that tiny sliver of soft brown skin.

"And you downloaded my rotas?" Evan guesses, tilting his head to the side.

"Nah," Barty says, crossing his arms over his chest, flexing a little. "Didn't have to. I've got a damn good memory. I read over them for a couple of minutes until they stuck."

Evan nods, not fazed in the slightest.

"That's why you only come in when I'm on shift," Evan states, and it's not a question. He doesn't seem surprised, or freaked out, but then again, he barely shows any emotions. Apart from irritation, that is, and that one's reserved for when Barty is being especially pushy. Or especially horny.

"I don't think I've ever seen any of the other nurses a single time in my life," Barty tells him with a chuckle.

"You have," Evan retorts, and his eyes narrow the tiniest bit. Barty feels a pull in his stomach. "You were talking to Betty three weeks ago, after your match against Black. The bad one. You let her check your shoulder."

Barty lets out an incredulous laugh, not sure on where to focus first, going dizzy with how badly he wants this freak of a man.

He's obsessed with the way in which Evan always seems to get the urge to clarify which Black he's talking about, as if it's not obvious, considering only one of them fights. How he's always so precise, never allowing any ambiguity into his sentences. How almost nothing seems to hold his focus apart from his experiments and medicine and his patients' injuries, and yet, here he is, remembering when Barty talked to someone else momentarily.

"Did I?" Barty asks innocently, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his shit-eating grin at bay.

"Yes," Evan responds, a little furrow appearing between his eyebrows. "She was touching you."

"Was she?" The corners of Barty's mouth are twitching so much he's sure he must look like an absolute maniac.

"Yes," Evan repeats, some exasperation slipping into his voice. "She wasn't even doing it right. She kept kneading the muscle in the same place, instead of checking the ligament, and she did this for more than five minutes, even though it takes seconds to find out about a dislocation—"

"Rosie," Barty cuts him off gently, watching, with no little amount of delight, how Evan's frown worsens. "I didn't even know her fucking name. I couldn't give less of a fuck about stupid Betty, or whatever the hell she's called."

Evan blinks slowly. "But you—"

"I was tired and sore after that match, my shoulder was bothering me, and she was there. My manager told her to check my shoulder, just in case I had fucked it up beyond solution, but if I had known you were around she wouldn't have laid a single finger on me."

There's a beat of silence, Evan's dead eyes searching all over Barty's face, assessing and determined. He smirks at him, which results in Evan huffing and looking away.

"Don't do it again," it's what he ends up mumbling, and if Barty didn't know any better, he'd dare to say Evan is close to pouting. "You're my patient."

Barty raises both eyebrows, a deranged smile splitting his face while he perks up like a goddamn dog. "Is that jealousy I'm hearing, Rosie?"

"No," Evan drawls, straightening up. "It's just the truth. You're not my only patient, you know? But if you're getting treated by me, then you're not allowed to see any other nurses."

"Damn, way to make a man feel special," Barty scoffs, but he does actually kind of mean it. Which he's aware might be a bit pathetic, but, well, he'll be whatever the fuck Evan wants him to. "Wasn't interested in seeing any other nurses, anyway."

"Good." Evan nods, almost to himself, and Barty has to make an active effort not to coo. "Are you done training?"

Barty blinks a couple of times, slightly taken aback, both by the sudden change of topic and by Evan entertaining conversation. Normally, talking to the other boy feels like pulling teeth—oh, man, Rosie would fucking love this comparison—which Barty doesn't mind because he finds it incredibly fun. Unless Evan is going on one of his medical rants, and yeah, Barty shouldn't find it as attractive as he does, but it's not like he's ever worked like he's supposed to.

But this? This is new.

"Not really," Barty answers, still feeling off-kilter. He shakes his head, forcibly pulling himself out of his mind. "Why? You wanna join me, Rosie?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

Barty snorts, assuming that it's a joke, even though he's more than aware that Evan doesn't do jokes, because his humour is way too dark, and rarely finds funny what others do. But Evan's expression doesn't change, and Barty nearly chokes on his own spit.

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You've never been interested in boxing," Barty points out.

"That's a lie. I watch every match," Evan argues, lips pursed.

"Because you're job kind of forces you to."

"Also a lie. I need to be there when I'm on shift, in case they call for me, but I'm not required to actually watch."

"Yeah, but you still do, because your pretty little morbid head goes absolutely feral at the prospect of seeing some blood."

Evan scrunches his nose, as if disgusted.

"You're wrong," Evan lies, expression giving absolutely nothing away. Really, if Barty didn't already know the truth, he'd be inclined to believe him. "It's got nothing to do with that. I like boxing."

Barty huffs, the noise filled with amusement. "Sure you do, Rosie."

"I really do," Evan insists, always so ridiculously stubborn.

"I don't know who you're trying to convince, but—"

"Teach me to fight."

Barty sputters, brows almost reaching his hairline, and he gapes at Evan, who's still staring at him. He seems unaffacted by Barty's dramatics, but then again, he's unaffected by almost everything.

"The fuck?" he manages to spit out at some point.

"Teach me to fight," Evan says again, a lot slower, as if Barty is some kind of idiot. God, he wans to fucking devour him.

Barty isn't sure of what's going on right now. Evan barely interacts with him outside of their appointments, it's always him reaching out, so he doesn't understand what prompted this. What Evan is hoping to achieve.

"Why?"

"I told you, I like boxing."

"Yeah, okay. And the real reason?"

Evan's tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek, and it's so, so hard for Barty, not to make a very inappropriate joke.

"I'm testing something," he admits, albeit bedgrugingly.

"Ah, so you want me to be your guinea pig," Barty sighs a bit dreamily. "That sounds more like it."

"Sure," Evan agrees with unsurprising ease. "Will you?"

"All you had to do was ask, Rosie."

They get to work right after that. Barty doesn't even bother with suggesting a change of clothes, because he's aware of how well that'd be received. The fact that Evan chooses to take the white coat off is already more than Barty expected.

He tries to show him how to stand, how to do a basic punch. Evan knows most of the basic theory, mostly due to how often he deals with boxing injuries, but he's absolutely helpless when he has to act it out himself.

It doesn't matter how often Barty corrects him; he keeps slouching, stance all wonky. He lacks strength, and he takes a bit too long to protect his face after doing a jab.

The main issue, though, is his obvious lack of interest.

Evan seems to be distracted by something, too inside his own head, and when Barty is about to point this out, poke some fun at him in hopes of getting Evan to snap, the other man speaks again.

"That's enough," he declares, tone leaving no place for argument. "Let's spar."

Barty chuckles, disbelieving, but then Evan is sending a glare his way, and he raises both hands in mock surrender, giving in immediately.

He'll do pretty much whatever the fuck Evan wants him to, really.

They both get into position, and regardless of how much Barty is holding back, trying to give the other man a chance, is actually kind of laughable, how easily he overcomes him.

One moment they're exchanging soft blows, and the next Barty has Evan pinned to the floor, his legs and arms completely immobilised as Barty grins maniacally from above.

"Happy now, Rosie?" he teases.

Evan presses his mouth in a tight line. "Not quite."

"Oh, really? Because I'm starting to think this was all a ruse to get me on top of you."

Evan rolls his eyes so hard Barty worries they might get stuck inside his skull. "I'm afraid that's more your style. And anyway, I don't think it's wise to understimate your opponent like this."

"It's nothing personal, Rosie, but when victory is already mine, I—"

Barty never gets to finish. Evan raises his head so quickly his brain barely registers it, and then he's sinking his teeth hard where Barty's neck meets his shoulder. Until he breaks skin, until he draws blood, until Barty lets out a pained groan and his body goes slack, more in surprise than actual hurt.

A moment later, their positions are reversed. Evan is straddling him, mouth still attached to his skin, and Barty is lying on the cold ground, dizzy and a little bit breathless.

He doesn't know how long they stay like this—definitely not enough—but after a while, Evan lets go and sits up a little, lips stained red. It's dripping down his chin, and when he parts his mouth a little, panting softly, Barty finds out that his teeth are also crimson with blood. With his blood.

Barty groans again.

"You're hard," Evan comments, painfully nonchalant. It's that same casualness he used the first time Barty had an erection during an appointment, after Evan had pulled at the stitches on his leg and stuck his fingers inside Barty's wound.

"Yeah," he breathes out, half-delirious. "Yeah, no shit."

Evan hums, cocking his head to the side, analytical gaze running up and down Barty's body and making him twitch in his pants. The fact that Evan can feel it right under him, between his legs, forces Barty to swallow down a moan.

Barty is about to say something incredibly stupid to maybe, hopefully, alleviate the tension, when Evan leans down once more; this time, slower, more careful.

He's prepared to feel the sting of a bite again, toes curling in excitement, but it never comes. Instead, there's something wet and tentative and soft lapping at the open wound, gathering all the blood there that is still coming out.

It takes Barty a moment to realise it's Evan's tongue.

The knowledge hits Barty like a motherfucking bus. He can't stop a low moan from coming out now, or his hips from thrusting up, searching for something, anything, that Evan might give him.

Surprisingly, and instead of pulling away, the other man makes an odd noise against his skin, and Barty thinks he's imagining it when Evan presses down on him.

He freezes up after that, but only for a second, Evan's licking never stopping. But then Barty moves again, more purposefully, rubbing his erection against the apex of Evan's thighs.

The response is immediate, although definitely unconscious. Evan grinds back experimentally, with no coordination or finesse, dropping another sound into Barty's bleeding wound.

His eyes widen when his brain finally catches up properly, hands coming up to grab at Evan's hips and halt his movements.

"Rosie, are you..." Barty stops, swallows harshly. "Are you turned on right now?"

Evan laps at the blood a few more times before straightening up again, staring down at Barty with unblinking eyes and red all over his face.

"Fuck, are you—?" A laugh, strained and bordering on hysterical. "Are you wet?" He doesn't even need to check to know the answer.

Evans nods, almost imperceptibly. "Apparently so."

He has half a mind to turn them over and fuck Evan into the floor. Until Evan is a whimpering mess. Until he's crying, begging, unable to do anything but fucking take it. Until he's sore, and hurt, and full, but still asking for more. Until he can't say anything else apart from Barty's name, until he's—

"Bloody hell," Barty whispers, shutting his eyes tight and letting out another cackle.

Oh, he's going to die. He's absolutely going to fucking die.

#this took me way too long bc my best friend kept distracting me #but i had . so much fun #god i'm obsessed with them #the boxer au is jegulus but don't get it twisted #it's still rosekiller's world #they're just living in it etc etc #ANYWAYS #hope you liked this saints and that it was everything you dreamt of #MWAH #silly little drabbles #rosekiller #boxer james agenda #saints tag <3

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useless-catalanfacts · 1 year

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Path on the centuries-old pilgrimage route Way of Saint James when it crosses the Cerdanya area in the High Pyrenees of Catalonia.

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thepastisalreadywritten · 9 months

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SAINT OF THE DAY (July 25)

James, the brother of John the Evangelist, was the first Apostle to be martyred. He was beheaded by order of Herod of Agrippa.

The Gospels tell us that the two brothers left their father Zebedee and followed Jesus as soon as He called out to them.

James was one of the three Apostles who were particularly close to the Lord. He was there with the Lord, his brother John, and Peter at the Transfiguration and in the Garden of Gethsemane.

He is known as "James the Greater" to distinguish him from the other Apostle by the same name.

The title has little to do with his function or the people's regard for him. Rather, it was a term indicating that he was the elder of the two.

He is the patron saint of Spain and of pilgrims.

In northwestern Spain, he is venerated at Santiago de Compostela, a medieval pilgrimage site that is still very popular today.

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Santiago de Compostela or Compostela is the capital of the autonomous community of Galicia in northwestern Spain.

The city has its origin in the shrine of Saint James the Great, now the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela, as the destination of the Way of St. James, a leading Catholic pilgrimage route since the 9th century.

In 1985, the city's Old Town was designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

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santmat · 1 year

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The Dangers of Spiritual Complacency -- Spiritual Awakening Radio Podcast

"What shall I do? The world sees yet is blind --

It has forsaken bliss and runs after earthly pursuits.

It idolizes stones and slaughters divine beings,

Adores and worships that which has no life!

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I remember so well looking at my collection of mystic books and Nag Hammadi codices realizing I had reached a kind of dead-end, a sense that no further progress can be made without contact with a living version of those paths with us now in the Twenty-First Century, a living gnosis now, a living school of spirituality now. The actual spiritual practices, East and West, are typically never written down in old scriptures and mystical texts anyway, but remain private communications only between master and disciple. With past saints we can’t sit at their feet, ask questions, take notes, or learn from them the secrets of contemplative meditation practice. As wonderful as world scriptures and the writings of past mystics might be, they are no substitute for a living spiritual path with us now in the world today, or being mentored by living spiritual teachers in-the-here-and-now. Rather than a vain attempt to figure out the methods of meditation by randomly perusing through old writings and scriptures of those who have left-the-body decades or centuries ago speculating on what their meditation techniques might have been, in Sant Mat (The Path of the Masters) the methods of sadhana (spiritual practice) are directly communicated from one generation to the next via the Living Masters of the time.

"The musk is in the deer, but it seeks it not within itself: it wanders in quest of grass." (Kabir)

"During deep sleep we are unable to have any knowledge of this physical body; however, after waking up we recall this body, our relations and possessions. In the same manner, when we are in the three states -- awake, sleep, dreamless sleep -- we are unable to directly perceive our inner self and God. The Saints tell us that there is yet a fourth state, called the Turiya, which is above the others. In this state we can directly perceive our own nature and know the Divine." (Swami Santsevi Ji Maharaj)

"So, the path to do that is contained within this human life-form where, with the Teachings of the Masters, we leave the nine doors [of the sense organs] and come to the Tenth Door [Third Eye]. And with the Grace of the Master, we are able to see for ourselves our soul and Jyoti [the Light] within." (Baba Ram Singh)

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themetaphorgirl · 2 years

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the patron saint kids go to a waterpark

hello yes my writing is extremely rusty but this was very fun and cute and self indulgent and I’ve missed writing these babies.

also send me prompts!! I have a whole archive of half finished prompt fills and I’m trying to work up the courage to write things again!

also James Howard Blake is the sweetest of himbos and I love him.

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James pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head. “Okay, so somebody needs to carry the cooler-”

“I’ll get it.”

“-and there’s a box of cookies from my dad’s bakery-”

“Me!”

“Don’t touch those, Derek, you’ll eat all of them before any of us get a chance. Emily can carry them.”

“Do we trust Emily?”

“We shouldn’t trust me.”

“-and there’s a bag with all of the sunscreen and shit-”

Alex reached around him. “I’ve got it,” she said.

“I just need everybody to stay together,” Hotch said, scanning around their group to make sure no one had gone missing yet. “The last thing we need is for everybody to go missing.”

Derek shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “But what if all the good spots are taken?” he asked. “I don’t want to sit in the sun all day.”

“We can go claim a spot with an umbrella,” JJ said.

Hotch rolled his eyes. “Okay, okay, Derek and JJ can run ahead, everybody else stay together,” he said, and Derek and JJ took off running.

Dave hefted the cooler out of his trunk. “How did I get talked into this?” he complained.

“Because water parks are fun,” James said cheerfully as he helped Spencer clamber out of the backseat. “It’ll be a good time.”

“Water parks are not fun,” Dave said.

“You never have any fun,” Alex countered.

“These things are cesspools,” Dave said. He looked down at Spencer. “Back me up here, kid. Don’t you have some facts about how unsanitary these places are?”

Spencer opened his mouth. James covered it with his hand. “Just relax, Dave,” he said. “Besides, we all know that you’re just going to spend the whole time sleeping on a lounger.”

“I’m not going to sleep, I’m going to catch up on my reading,” Dave said.

Emily pulled her hair back into a sloppy ponytail. “I, for one, am staying in the water as long as humanly possible,” she said as she snapped a hair tie into place. “I miss not being able to go to a beach on the weekends when I feel like it, and I guess this is closest I can get.”

Alex took Spencer’s hand as they started the walk across the parking lot. “It’ll be fun, I promise,” she said. “We used to come here all the time when we were underclassmen.”

“And then we found more exciting places to hang out,” Dave mumbled under his breath.

They made it through the turnstiles and headed towards the sea of lounge chairs and umbrellas. Hotch squinted at his phone. “JJ says they’re on the right hand side close to the wave pool,” he said.

“Oh! There they are!” Penelope said, waving enthusiastically. “They did find a good spot.”

Derek and JJ had staked out a cluster of umbrellas and chairs in a shady spot near a few trees. “God, that took forever,” Derek said. “Are we good now?” He ripped his shirt over his head and kicked off his flipflops. “They have a bunch of body slides and Jayje and I want to go now.”

“Oh! Me too!” Emily said as she wrestled out of her coverup. “Don’t leave without me.”

Penelope’s jaw dropped. “Is that a Gucci bikini?” she demanded.

Emily frowned and twisted around, trying to look for a tag. “I guess, I don’t know,” she said. “My mom bought it for me. Is that a big deal?”

“Yeah, just a little bit,” Penelope said. “You’re wearing a Gucci bikini to a waterpark.”

JJ snapped the strap of her teal one piece. “My mom got this for me at Target,” she said cheerfully. “Can we go now?”

“Okay, wait, hold on, everyone needs to put on sunscreen,” Alex said. She rummaged in her bag and pulled out a couple of bottles. “I’m not going to deal with the aftermath with everybody getting sunburned.”

JJ rolled her eyes. “Fine, I guess,” she said. She squished a dollop of sunscreen into her hands and slapped it on her shoulders.

Alex wiped sunscreen over Spencer’s nose and cheeks. “Did you know the ancient Greeks used to use olive oil as sunscreen?” he said. “Although that seems more likely to cook someone than to- ow! It’s in my eye!”

“Sorry, bug,” Alex said, wiping his eye with the pad of her thumb. “Stop squirming.” He scowled and continued to try to weasel his way out of her grip.

James pulled his shirt off and dropped it into Alex’s tote bag. “So what’s everybody doing?” he said. “You guys are going on the slides-”

Emily choked. “Jesus christ, Blake, you have a license to carry those guns?” she said. “Alex, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“That your boyfriend is hiding muscles,” Emily said. “Holy shit, where did those come from?”

James glanced self-consciously at his freckled shoulders. “I’ve always had them?” he said. “I mean, I guess I carry a lot of heavy stuff at the bakery…”

“Yeah, that checks out, it’s very Peeta Mellark of you,” Penelope added.

“If I could wolf whistle, I would wolf whistle at you right now,” Emily said. “It’s a good thing for Alex that no one at St. Thaddeus knows what you’re hiding under your sweater vest, or you would have had girls literally throwing themselves at you. You’re a lucky girl.”

Alex’s face turned bright red. “So, uh, you guys are going on the slides, right?” she said hastily. Penelope, what about you?”

“I plan on spending the whole day in the wave pool,” she said as she slid on a pair of hot pink heart shaped sunglasses that matched her hot pink high waisted bikini and the scrunchies in her hair. “I like going out as far as possible so the waves can just wreck my shit.”

“Fun,” Dave said dryly. “I will be here. Not napping. Reading.” He brandished a pulp paperback. “I am going to read this book, and I’m going to even out my tan, and I’m not going anywhere near the water.”

James raked his hair out of his eyes. “Spencer, where do you want to go, kiddo?” he asked.

Spencer shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve never been swimming before,” he said. Alex had dressed him in a matched rash guard and shorts set, and he pulled at the neckline. “Do I have to wear this shirt? I don’t like it.”

“I don’t want you getting burned,” Alex said. “Not like last-” She stopped midsentence, cleared her throat, and smoothed his hair back from his forehead. “Maybe you can take it off later, but not right now.”

“Let’s go to the shallow part of the wave pool,” James suggested. “Until you figure out what you want to do.”

Spencer looked up at Hotch. “Will you come with us?” he asked.

Hotch sighed. “Sure,” he said. “At least for a little while.”

“I’m going to the lazy river,” Alex said. “I also have a book, but unlike Dave I can multitask.” Dave, already lounging in a chaise under an umbrella with his sunglasses on, flipped her off lazily. “What time do we want to do lunch? Like one?”

“Yeah, that works,” James said. “We can meet back here around then. Does that work for everybody?”

“Sounds good, have fun, see you later!” Derek said as he, Emily, and JJ took off.

Spencer grabbed Hotch’s hand. “I probably should have mentioned this earlier,” he said. “But I don’t really swim.”

Hotch looked down at him. “You know what? Somehow I’m not surprised by that,” he said. “James and I will keep an eye on you.”

“It’s also why Alex made me get this,” Spencer said glumly, pulling on the hem of his bright orange swim shirt. “I wanted the purple one.”

“Orange is more visible in water,” she reminded him.

“I know, but I look like a traffic cone.”

“A very cute traffic cone,” she said. She bent to kiss his cheek. “Oh, I forgot I just put sunscreen on you. Ugh.”

James laughed and kissed the top of her head. “You go have fun with your book,” he said. “You ready, Spence?” Spencer flashed a thumbs up.

The waterpark was busy but not overcrowded; James made sure to keep Hotch, Spencer, and Penelope in his line of sight as they walked down to the wave pool. “Is this salt water or chlorine?” Spencer asked.

“Definitely chlorine,” Hotch said.

“Did you know chlorine can turn blonde hair green?” Spencer said. He side-eyed Penelope.

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Penelope called over her shoulder as she forged ahead of them into the wave pool.

Hotch waded into the water, still holding Spencer’s hand. “How’re you feeling, Bug?” he asked.

“This is fine,” Spencer said, already up to his knees. He slipped his hand free of Hotch’s grip. “I think I like swimming.”

“That’s good, but don’t get ahead of yourself,” James said, his hand hovering over Spencer’s shoulder as they waded out farther. “Pace yourself.”

Spencer paddled clumsily, splashing water around them as his toes started to reach off the ground. “I think I’m okay,” he said. “It’s funny, it’s hot enough that temperature of the water could be elevated as high as-” He stopped midsentence and shrieked as a wall of water lapped high enough to knock him over. James braced himself against the wave and immediately pulled the skinny nine year old out of the water. Spencer gasped for breath, spluttering and choking. “What was that?”

“That’s the wave part of the wave pool,” James laughed. Spencer scrambled to climb him like a tree, still coughing. “What did you think would happen?”

“I thought the water would stay put!” Spencer protested, wrapping his arms around James’s neck in a death grip. “Waves only belong in an ocean!”

Hotch brushed his hair out of his eyes. He was still wearing his tee shirt, now soaked through, and it hung heavy on his lanky frame. “No, there’s definitely waves here,” he said. “Every couple of minutes.” He grinned. “I thought you were doing fine and you liked swimming.”

“I reserve the right to change my mind,” Spencer said. He relaxed his grip on James’s shoulders and James let him float a little in the water, his hands still hovering close to his sides. “This part isn’t too bad.”

“Well, we won’t go out too far if you don’t like it,” Hotch said.

“No, it’s okay,” Spencer said. “This is fine.”

James squinted out towards the far edge of the wave pool. “Wow, Penelope wasn’t kidding,” he said. He pointed to a tiny hot pink dot on the far horizon. “She really did get out there as far as she could.”

“She did say she wanted it to wreck her shit,” Hotch said. The wave machine rumbled ominously, eliciting squeals from the swimmers in the pool. “Okay, kid, there’s another one coming, are you ready?”

“Yeah,” Spencer said. His eyes widened as the wave began to form. “No, no, I don’t think I’m ready. I don’t think I like this.”

“Do you want to get out of the pool and do something else?” James asked.

“No, we can stay,” Spencer said. “We can- I would like to leave now, please!”

Hotch laughed as he picked Spencer up and started wading back towards the edge of the pool. “You know, it might be a good idea to start with something a little less intimidating before you learn how to swim,” he said.

The wave crashed over them, high enough to smack Spencer in the face and make him yelp but not enough to pull them down. Hotch set him down on the shore. “Do you want to go do something else?” he said. “There’s a section for smaller kids, we could go do that.”

“No, I don’t want to do that!” Spencer protested. “I’m not a baby!” He looked desperately back over his shoulder at the wave pool. “We can go back. It’s fine. I’ll be okay.”

Hotch gently untangled a wet matted curl in Spencer’s hair. “No, you hated that,” he said. “Do you want to go do slides or something?” Spencer shook his head stubbornly and started to walk away, then stopped. “What’s wrong? Where are you going?”

“The sand is too hot,” Spencer said plaintively, curling his ankles to stand on the outsides of his feet. “And it feels horrible.”

James could sense the impending sensory overload hovering over Spencer like a dark cloud. “How about we go hang out with Alex in the lazy river?” he said. “I can carry you if you want.”

Spencer nodded and James picked him up carefully. He was right, the sand was too hot and felt horrible. “We can go back later, I’ll be fine,” Spencer said.

“Yeah, we know,” Hotch said. “We’ll see how we feel later. It’ll be there all day.”

They walked to the nearest jumping-off point for the river; James set Spencer down at the edge with Hotch until he could fish out enough inner tubes for all three of them. Hotch hoisted Spencer into the kid-size floaty. “I think I like this better,” Spencer said.

“Yeah?” Hotch said. “Me too.”

James caught sight of a familiar light blue floral bikini and a red ponytail. “Alex!” he called. “Alexandra!” She was intent on her book and didn’t notice him until he caught her innertube and spun her around gently. “Hi!”

“Oh, shit!” she said, nearly dropping her book. James caught it before it hit the water. “Hi! How long were you at the wave pool? How long have I been reading?”

“Not that long,” James said. He held onto her innertube so he could lean in to kiss her. “The wave pool wasn’t exactly a big hit.”

Spencer floated closer to them. “I didn’t like it very much,” he informed her. He pulled on the hem of his rash guard. “I don’t like this very much either. Can I take it off please? The water isn’t very deep and my shorts are still bright orange, I’m still visible.”

Alex laughed. “Go ahead,” she said, and Spencer kicked around in the water as he wriggled out of the shirt and draped it over the side of his innertube. “We’ll just need to put more sunscreen on you.”

“Hotch, are you going to keep your shirt on the whole time?” James asked. “It’s getting pretty hot out.”

Hotch looked over at Alex. “If it’s not bothering him it’s fine,” she said. She set her book down on her thighs and signed something to Hotch; he signed back.

James spun Spencer around gently. “What are they saying?” he whispered.

“I didn’t hear anything.”

“No, they were signing.”

“Oh, I missed it, I was turned around,” Spencer said. James sighed. Alex had taught both Spencer and Hotch what she had been learning in her ASL class, and he had tried his best to learn but he couldn’t keep up. He was best at math and science and he was hopelessly bad at languages.

The lazy river was definitely a better choice; the four of them floated around while Spencer talked happily and the rest of them listened in and added to the conversation when they could. James kept a hand on Alex’s innertube, keeping her from floating away from him while she read her book.

They were on their third or fourth loop when someone swam up behind Hotch and jumped onto the back of his innertube, making him yelp. “Jesus!” he spluttered.

Emily laughed as she hauled him upright again. “Sorry,” she said. “That was just too easy. Couldn’t resist.”

Hotch shot her a dirty look. “How were the slides?” James asked.

“Amazing,” JJ said, treading water behind Emily. “Even better once Derek started flirting with all the slide operators and they let us keep reriding.”

Derek grinned, kneeling on the edge of an innertube. “What can I say, the ladies love me,” he said. Emily gave him a light push and he flopped over into the water with an overdramatic splash.

“Is it time for lunch?” JJ asked. “I’m starving.”

“Yeah, it’s probably close enough,” James said. “Somebody better go get Penelope.”

“I’ll go find her,” Derek said. “Are we meeting up with Dave?”

“Well, if we don’t wake him up for lunch, he’ll be pissed,” Alex said. “I know he swore he wasn’t going to take a nap, but trust me. He’ll be asleep, and he’ll be in a bad mood because he’s hungry and sunburned.”

Alex was right. When they made it back to their spot, Dave was fast asleep in his lounger with his true crime paperback dangling from his fingers. “Hey, Rossi, wake up, it’s lunchtime,” Emily said.

Dave bolted upright, tossing his book in the sand. “What the fuck are you doing, Prentiss?” he mumbled.

“I should ask you that, what the fuck are you wearing?” Emily said.

He ran his hand over his face. “Swimsuit?”

“That’s a fucking Speedo, Rossi,” Hotch said.

Dave squinted sleepily into the sand. “I got it in Italy, everybody in Italy wears them,” he said. “Where’s my book?”

“He always insists on that,” Alex said.

Emily picked up the book and tossed it at him. “What part of Italy do you visit, Rossi, nobody wears those,” she said. “Also you are red. Like fire engine red.”

“So’s your face,” Dave retorted.

“I don’t care, it’ll just turn into a tan.”

Alex sat down on a lounger and pulled Spencer onto her lap. “You’re not burned, but you’re very pink, Bug,” she said. “And your hair is going to be a nightmare to untangle.” She sighed. “We’ll worry about that later.”

Hotch opened up the cooler. “Okay, who wants what?” he said. “There’s three kinds of sandwiches and there’s celery sticks and carrot sticks and-”

“Where’s the cookies from the Blakery?” Emily asked. “I could shotgun like twelve of those right now.”

“There’s not enough for that,” James said hastily. “But I bet if we stop by the bakery on the way home my dad will give us a bunch of leftovers.”

Spencer brightened. “Do you think I could get a cupcake?” he asked. “Also, I saw there’s an ice cream stand. Could I get ice cream, please?”

“You need real food or you’ll bounce off the walls,” Hotch said. “Or throw up. Or both.”

“C’mon, we’re at a waterpark, everyone eats junk when they’re at a waterpark,” Emily said. “What do you want, nugget? You can have whatever you like.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up and James laughed. “I guess we’ll just have to deal with the repercussions later,” he said.

#au: patron saint of lost causes #caitlin writes things #patron saint: spencer #patron saint: hotch #patron saint: alex #patron saint: james #patron saint: jalex #james and alex are so so sweet and precious #hotch learned ASL because it's a good way to communicate with spencer when he goes nonverbal #aaron hotchner is a sad baby #spencer is the most precious child #spencer bounced off the walls until he puked because emily gave him way too much sugar #dave is a middle aged man at seventeen years old #spencer definitely cannot swim #james blake: a himbo

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Signpost for the Way of St. James in Vienna-Leopoldstadt, Austria Wegweiser für den Jakobsweg in Wien-Leopoldstadt, Österreich Указатель на Путь святого Иакова в Вене-Леопольдштадте, Австрия Panneau indicateur pour le chemin de Saint-Jacques à Vienne-Leopoldstadt, Autriche

#signpost #Way of St. James #Vienna #Leopoldstadt #Austria #Wegweiser #Jakobsweg #Wien #Österreich #указатель #Путь святого Иакова #Вена #Леопольдштадт #Австрия #panneau indicateur #chemin de Saint-Jacques #Vienne #Autriche

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#audio #axe murder boyz #amb #I hate the world buttttt I love my juggalo music so it makes it bearable. kinda.#anyway *points gun at you* listen to the garcia brothers or die. also I wonder if they will change their group name to that #since James abandoned the names Otis and Young Wicked and is doing solo music as James Garcia now #either way I adore like. every single song they've put out they're so talented.#I saw them front row in 2019 in the basement of saint andrews hall that was really special. I'd love to see them again. ok enough blabbin #I'm gonna shower and braid my hair

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Iryna Vlasenko - Rocamadour (2013)

#2013 #landscape #photography #architecture #Iryna Vlasenko #Rocamadour #Lot #France #Way Of Saint James #Camino de Santiago

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hey hey hi i wanna see you be salty you’re always so lovely!! but 10 and 14 xx

i am blushing while also shouting bc i accidentally deleted lana’s ask like an idiot and as i was bashing my head with a chair repeatedly, i clicked on here and found u two asked the exact same questions!! soulmates i’ll say!

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

remember when j*r tried convincing us snape was a good person? LOLOL fuck that. he can rot in mud for all i care. oh also when harry like? forgave him? and named his fucking SON!!!! after him??!!;:&;$; (AND dumfuckledore ??:&:!) let harry hate ppl i say!! let him hold grudges and never ever forgive the shitty ppl in his life!!

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

hmm honestly, i think this goes more with the ppl on tiktok and/or the younger, more annoying ppl (if you’re a younger follower: hiii! this isn’t about u probably, just a very specific targeted audience xx) but i’ve noticed that they won’t let characters have, like, nuance? with a lot of characters it tends to be very black-and-white and it’s like? people are shitty sometimes, so let them be! let them fuck up and make mistakes! idk. i just think most (if not all) characters in hp are honestly very complex, and by taking away this complexity, putting them on either the Good Side or Bad Side is just. boring?? there’s always a grey area i think everyone should explore. not to say in order to like them, but just to gain a better understanding, in a way, for why they are the way they are!

salty ask list

#laura tag #lana tag #too bc i still feel bad for accidentally deleting their ask xox #on my knees begging for forgiveness lana. wrote a whole apology in my drafts and just before i clicked send i found this! unbelievable!!#ask game #few more thoughts #for the last question: characters like peter for example. he’s oftentimes sooo dumbed down or left out completely in fics (have seen him #replaced by regulus too? huh??) and it’s just. he was their best friend!! and then he let his fear get the best of him and made a stupidly #bad decision. he’s neither good nor bad! idk this can go with sooo many others even if it’s like. james who sometimes gets his actions #excused too. like. he was a bully! he was mean! but he grew up and became a better person. neither saint nor devil. sorryy thought way too #hard about this and still didn’t fill my thoughts out correctly. oh well!!

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timmurleyart · 2 years

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Old mission Carmel. ✝️ ⛪🔔🌞🔔🔔

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micompostela · 2 years

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May 24 - Jun 3, 2022 - A Kinder Portugues Tour par Fresco Tours Via Flickr : www.frescotours.com Camino de Santiago Walking Tour by Spain's Fresco Tours!

#Camino de Santiago #Camino #Walk #Saint James #The way #Tour #Spain #frescotours #Santiago #Pilgrimage #St. James #Galicia #Walking Tour #flickr

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Aria picrew that I thought turned out well, picrew is djarn’s character maker

#the knife for her nemesis ambition. the earrings as homage to her surface life as an astronomer.#the sun background for astronomy but also for halo and saint imagery because she views herself almost as her lover’s avenging angel #the academia-style clothing for her academic career but also as a reminder that she wasn’t always violent and vengeful #AND showing her as still a pursuer of knowledge and truth. in a sometimes terrible way but. yeah.#aria carmichael #james speaks

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Trouble In My Way - Rev. Charles Nicks Jr., Saint James Choir Of Detroit Michigan (Through It All We'll Make It, 1975)

#Soul #Soul Music #Soul Music Songs #Music #Music Songs #Saint James Choir Of Detroit Michigan #Through It All We'll Make It #1975 #Gospel #Gospel Soul #Trouble In My Way #Sound Of Gospel Record #Youtube

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Can I request a fic with Remus (I love him), with a shy fem!reader girlfriend? House doesn’t really matter, but Hufflepuff might be fitting lol. She wants to meet his group of friends officially for the first time (she’s dating Remus and she hasn’t yet), but she’s too anxious despite trying to hype herself up for it? Maybe Remus comforts her

Darling, this is such a cute request! 🫶 Also, who doesn’t love Remus? We all do, no questions asked (I would do anything for him and Regulus). I absolutely love to write for this man, and I think Remus with a shy s/o is stinking cute. Thank you for requesting! 🫂 (Not edited so there may be grammatical errors or typos lurking around)

Loving Yellow and Black

Pairings: Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader CW: Language and mentions of smoking.

In many ways, you were different from his friends.

You were polite, kind, and willing to help others- basically what everyone thinks of when they picture an ideal Hufflepuff student. Not saying that James, Sirius, and Peter were rude or anything like that, but there was just something gentle about you that Remus saw. As for them? They’re a rambunctious mess, a bit rough around the edges.

Remus found it quite charming, you try your best to blend in, be a wallflower so your student life at Hogwarts would be smooth sailing. Although, to Remus, no matter what you do, you stand out effortlessly. When he first expressed his interest in you, you were hesitant and cautious. You thought it was just one of the many other pranks that he and the other marauders had planned on other students.

“Go out with me, Y/n?” Remus asked nervously, after a week of him approaching and befriending you.

“Erm…” You looked around, making sure he was talking to you. “Are you talking to me?”

So, he did everything he could to make sure you know that he’s serious about you and that you won’t feel anything but that.

Slowly but surely, the hesitance and doubts started to go away as you got to know him better. You learned that he loves chocolates, his eyes would light up when you bring him chocolate frogs whenever you and your friends would go to Hogsmeade. His eyes having literal stars as he took in the sight of you, and how his laugh would make you smile as he whisks you away from your common rooms to hang out (snog) in the Astronomy tower and bringing you back just before the clock strikes twelve.

You bring out the best versions of yourself when you’re both with each other. Remus helps you to be a bit more adventurous, making you try things you never even thought of doing, such as sneaking out past curfew. Remus was your many firsts.

Remus found himself being more patient and calmer than before, maybe your nature rubbed off on him like how his rubbed off on you.

“Moony, are you smoking… you know?”

Remus nearly choked on his breakfast one morning. He turns to look at Sirius, eyes wide with shock. “Just why would you think that Padfoot?!” Sirius shrugged, putting his arms up as if he was surrendering. “Geez, just asking a question, don’t get your knickers in a twist, Moony.”

“I’m not smoking, or doing whatever you think I’m doing, you sod.”

Remus grumbles while James just laughed, “Alright, there’s our original Moony.”

“You seem calmer recently, Moons. We were just curious.” Peter shrugs, taking a bite out of his pancake, Remus raised his eyebrow. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, it was like you turned into a saint. You don’t even scold James and I anymore for our boxers strewn across the floor- “

“Hey! Shut it, what if Lily hears?!”

“Mind you, we are in the great hall eating breakfast, Padfoot.”

“I’m just saying!”

“Quiet down, people are looking.”

It was just a matter of time when your friends found out you’re dating Remus and managed to keep it under their noses for a few months.

“Y/n! How could you? We trusted you!” El, one of your friends shrieks dramatically, plopping down her bed, making you furrow your eyebrows. “Erm… is there something going on?”

“of course there is! Why did you keep it a secret?” She whined, pulling you next to her.

“Keep what a secret?”

“You and Lupin!”

“Oh, erm…” You trailed off, trying to fight the blush forming on your face. Your other friends started to tease you, “So it’s true!”

“Yes.” You confirmed with a nod, your hands over your face as a poor attempt to cover your blush.

“Alright, we need to know if the bloke is good enough to date our Y/n.”

It quickly became known to other students within your house that you were dating the witty marauder. Of course, this kind of news spreads like wildfire across Hogwarts; even reaching the three marauders who were in the dark with their Moony’s love life. They need to meet you as soon as possible and didn’t even let Remus have peace and quiet until he asked you if you were okay about it.

“So, they found out about us.” Remus bit his lip, looking nervously. You blinked, “Well, it was bound to happen, my friends were… vocal about it.” She chuckled as Remus cracked a grin.

“Tell me about it.”

“I’m guessing they want to meet me?”

Remus nodded, sighing. “Sorry angel. I tried to tell them- “

“It’s alright, honey. I figured it would be good after my friends also demanded you to meet them.”

To say that you were terrified would be an understatement; you felt like you were going to throw up in your shoes, break out in a cold sweat, or even stumble because damn it- your legs are shaking, as if you’re going to collapse under your own weight.

Well yeah, you were the one who kinda brought it up, but it still didn’t lessen the nerves you have. You wanted them to at least be civil towards you and to recognize your relationship with their friend. You were thinking of what outfit you should wear a week prior to the meeting, and you carefully planned out how you would respond to the possible questions they’d have. Call it over thinking, but you were just preparing for every single possible outcome.

“Alright, I can do this.” You chanted, looking at the mirror then at your watch, only 30 minutes before Remus arrives in the Hufflepuff common room. You checked your hair, smoothing it out as you checked yourself for the umpteenth time.

“Merlin, Y/n. You’re acting like you’re meeting the Prime Minister of Magic.” El commented, shaking her head. “You’ll be fine, if they don’t like you… then they better prepare themselves for a Hufflepuff’s wrath.”

Remus casts a glance worriedly at you, fixing your black and yellow scarf on your neck. “Darling, it isn’t that cold out, you don’t have to practically cover your face with it.” He chuckles, kissing your reddening cheeks as you huffed, “It would be a great help when I meet your friends.” Grinning, he pinched your cheeks, making you glare at him.

“They’ll love you. Don’t worry too much, yeah?” He whispers, before giving your forehead a kiss, at this point, Remus and the cold weather’s mission is to make you look like a tomato.

You gulped nervously, fiddling with the ends of the scarf. “But… I…”

To be honest, you are kind of expecting them to be disappointed when they meet you. A Hufflepuff girl, fairly average, wallflower, and a goody-two-shoes. Quite boring, in your opinion. Remus’s gaze hardened, as if scolding you. “I know what’s going on your pretty mind, darling. Just be yourself.” Squeezing your hand in his, you made your way to the Gryffindor Tower and to the dorm room he and his friends share.

“There you are, Moony!” James smiled as he opened the door to their room, his smile widening as he casts, a glance at you. “You must be Y/n! Come in!” He excitedly ushers both of you inside the room, you gave Remus’s hand a squeeze, he looks at you and squeezes back. You took a glance at their room, there was Sirius laying down lazily on his bed, Peter sitting on a random beanbag on their dorm room, and Lily sitting on her boyfriend’s bed, beaming a smile in which you returned; albeit a little more nervously.

“Any second further than that and I’d thought Moony was lying about finally getting a girl, isn’t that right, wormtail?” Sirius grinned, teasing Remus before standing up and giving you a hug. Which made you widen your eyes and stiff up, but recovering quickly to hug him back, pulling away after a few moments.

“Nice to meet you, love. I’m Sirius.”

You smiled shyly, “Nice to meet you too, I’m Y/n.”

“Remus, tell me again how’d you manage to get someone as gorgeous as she is?”

Remus rolled his eyes, “Sod off, Pads.” Sirius just laughed, smiling as he looks at you and Remus together.

“Hi Y/n, I’m Peter. Nice to meet you.” Peter smiled politely, holding out his hand which you took, shaking it. “Nice to meet you too, Peter.”

Lily smiled, pointing at her boyfriend. “That one’s James! Don’t pay attention to him- “ cue a protest from James, who’s pouting “-and I’m Lily, so glad there’s another girl in the group! They’re driving me crazy!” She practically bounced off her feet and hugged you, making you stumble, and Remus put a hand on your back to support you.

Okay, this wasn’t what you expected. Quite far actually.

Your heart fills with warmth as you allowed a smile to appear on your face, looking around, seeing how they felt so comfortable with you already. Sirius was busy bothering Peter, who shoos him away, complaining that he’s being annoying even when you’re with them. “Have you got any shame left with you, Padfoot?”

“Hm, last time I checked none.”

James was trying to get your opinion on how to pull off one of their pranks, and Lily scolding him not to drag you onto his shenanigans.

Remus pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist, he whispers. “Welcome to the family, darling.”

#remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus fluff #remus x y/n #remus lupin #marauders #james potter #marauders fanfiction #sirius black #marauders era #marauders fic #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #harry potter #the marauders

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Whimsical! reader with remus where they were previously doing long distance but then reader moves in with remus and sees snow for the first time? She's all :O at the snow and he's all :D at her like he's just mesmerized and thinking of how much he loves her and how cute and perfect she looks to him and how much he wants a home with her<3😩

(If you write this, can you add a bit of their ldr! Before moving in And the other boys?)

Ily! You're an actual saint<3

Thanks for requesting sweetheart! I couldn’t quite figure out how to work in the other boys without it feeling forced (at least to me) but I hope the rest is alright <3

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It had taken a lot of coaxing to get you to go to sleep the night before. You’d been glued to the window, watching with wide, awestruck eyes as little crystals drifted down to the earth, glowing under the streetlights and crisp white against the dark sky. Remus isn’t sure if he’d ever felt so peaceful, watching you watch the snow, your cheek resting on your folded hands as the darkness outside grew deeper and the fire in the grate smoldered down to nothing. You’d spent a few minutes out in it earlier, before Remus convinced you it’d be way more fun in the morning, once the snow had a chance to pile up. Even so, you’d been reluctant to let it out of your sight.

So he can’t say he’s surprised that he’d woken up this morning to see your side of the bed already empty.

He finds you in the same place you’d been last night, perched on the edge of the couch, looking out at the pristine layer of snow that glitters in the sunlight. You’re already dressed.

“I thought you’d be outside,” he admits.

You turn around, looking even happier than usual to see him. “I wanted to wait for you,” you say. “Are you ready to go out?”

Remus’ heart swells. He presses his lips together, feeling his mouth curve anyway. “Yeah, I can be ready. You should’ve woken me, dove.”

He goes to the coat closet, pulling out his jacket and a spare for you. He grabs some too-small boots, too. Neither of you had thought about the fact that you don’t own any real winter wear until the snow came in last night, so his things will have to do for now. He finds a pair of gloves Lily forgot last spring that should fit you.

“I didn’t mind waiting,” you tell him, stepping into the boots. “It’s fun just to look at. So pretty.”

“Mhm.” Remus can think of something else that’s pretty, but it’s too early in the morning for flirting.

You keep glancing out the window while you tug on gloves, a jacket. He’s never seen you this excited. It’s so adorable Remus isn’t sure his heart can stand it. He plops a hat on your head and spots your hands trembling slightly, just enough to give you trouble with the buttons on your coat. Remus pushes them aside gently, doing the buttons himself.

When you step out into the crisp air, the first thing you do is put a boot in the snow. It sinks in nearly up to your knee. You look back at Remus, wonderstruck. Then you turn around and tip back, waving your arms this way and that to make an angel in the fresh powder. He has to help you out of it once you’re done.

He shows you how to pat the snow between your mitts to make a snowball, and you throw one right at the front of his jacket. Your laughter rings out, as crisp and clear as a silver bell. Remus makes a mental note to never let you enter into a snowball fight with James and Sirius; they go right for the face, and you’re too kind to retaliate.

When you make a snowman, you insist upon going inside to grab some of your rocks and things to make his face. He ends up with dried flowers for a smile and heterochromia.

It’s only once Remus realizes how much snow has ended up in your boots that he makes you go inside. He makes hot chocolate while you lay your clothes out in front of the fire and barrage him with questions.

“Do you ever see those little white foxes when it snows like this?”

“Arctic foxes? No, not really. I think they mostly stay in the arctic.”

“What about white owls?”

“I think I’ve seen some lighter ones before, but not completely white. Maybe we’ll get lucky.”

“Will we have a fire every night that it’s snowy?”

“If you want.” Remus sets your hot chocolate in front of you, the mug heaping with marshmallows. “Careful, dove, it’s hot.”

You take it and smile at him. “Thanks.” You look back out the window, blowing on it gently.

Remus grins as he watches you. Your cheeks are still pink from the cold and your eyelashes are wet, the flakes that had been caught in them melting. The air between you smells like hot chocolate, woodsmoke, and hominess. He wants to do this with you every day.

It’s impossible not to think about how much has changed since you moved in. Just a couple of weeks ago, he would’ve woken up thinking about how long it would be until he could call you. He would’ve complained about the cold over the phone and you would’ve hmm-ed sympathetically in that gentle way of yours before admitting that the cold actually sounds pretty nice to you. Remus would have been sitting right where he is now, looking out the window by himself and describing the snow to you, hearing your voice in his ear rather than watching the rise and fall of your shoulders in front of him.

Today, he got to wake up knowing that if you weren’t next to him, you were nearby. He got to see the delight on your face, button your coat for you, bury your hot chocolate in marshmallows. He gets to watch your damp lashes twitch, pretty eyes moving from the window to his face.

“What’re you thinking of?” you ask, turning in your seat to face him.

It’s still too early for flirting, but not perhaps for earnestness. “I’m just glad you’re here,” he tells you.

Your lips curve, and you take your hot chocolate in one hand, using the other to intertwine Remus’ fingers with your own. Your palm is warm from the mug.

“I’m glad, too,” you say, leaning forward to peck him on his chin.

Remus sets his mug aside to chase you down for more, grasping the side of your face as he sets his lips to yours. Fuck, you’re lovely. So lovely his chest is aching with it. Lovely inherently, and also for letting him do this, your cheek dimpling under his touch. Your lips curve against each other, a mirror image. Remus’ heart feels full to bursting.

“Do you think we can stay here today?” you ask him, index finger rubbing against his and chin bumping into his own. “We could watch a movie, and I’d like to collect some pine cones if I can.”

Remus presses another gentle kiss to your lips. “That sounds perfect.” His voice is raspy with want and tenderness, and you rub his finger again in understanding.

You push your nose into his. “I’m glad I’m here, too,” you repeat.

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