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Trouble in Canada

Request: “I’m your husband, it’s my job.”

a/n: I hope you enjoy this itty bitty 10 page writing that I’ve been working on for a few days now ! 😉 ALSO @whitechocolateperfection wanted some angst so I wrote some angst and I hope y’all enjoy and I’d love to know your thoughts!!!

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“I’ll see you at the next session?”

            You picked your head up from rummaging in your bag and smiled at Ethan, your cooking class instructor, “My husband might be back in town, but I’ll see,”

           Ethan nodded his head steadily.  After a while of looking at each other, you diverted your gaze down towards the wooden table.  You saw his tapping fingers slowly make their way towards your hand that was rested on the table.

           Quickly, you moved your hand, and placed your engagement and wedding ring back on your left hand.  You did’t like cooking with your rings on in fear that they could fall down the drain if you were washing your hands, “Uh, Thanks for the lesson, I’ll see you later.”

           You heard an audible sigh escape his lips, “See you next week, Mrs. Mendes.” 

           As fast as you could, you scurried out the door and saw your friend, Jessie, waiting for you outside.  She saw your flustered expression and smirked, “Looks like the teacher has a crush on the student.” 

           You rolled your eyes, “Married,” You held up your left hand and showed off the rings that you proudly wore every day out of love to your husband.  Jessie let out a small laugh as the two of you walked down the streets of Toronto.  

Since Shawn had left for tour about three months ago, Jessie stepped up her best friend role by keeping you occupied whenever Shawn was away.  Out of the three months he’d been touring, Shawn had been home for three days.  So it got lonely with it just being you, especially since this was the first time Shawn was away for a substantial amount of time since you had been married.

 So to fill up all the empty time, Jessie suggested that the two of you take cooking lessons at a place in down town Toronto.  You thought it was a wonderful idea, seeing as you couldn’t even cook pasta correctly, and Shawn got a kick out of the idea of you being in a kitchen setting.  

A little bell dinged over your head when you opened the door to a coffee shop that was a block down from where you and Jessie took your kitchen lessons. The two of you stood in line to order your drinks in silence.  Once it was your turn to order, you asked for an iced latte, even though it was February and snow was on the ground.  The cashier gave you a ticket number to place on the table so the water could find you when your drink was ready.  After Jessie ordered her decaf coffee, the two of you found a seat by the window.

“Ethan knows you’re married, right?”

You nodded your head as you crossed your right leg over your left, “Called me Mrs. Mendes as I left today after he tried to make a move.”

Jessie cringed, “Like I can see the appeal to having a little crush on someone who’s married––they’re unattainable in a sense––but dude,” Jessie paused her words when a server brought your drinks over to the table, “Keep it to yourself and don’t be a home wrecker.”

You took a sip of your cold drink and stifled a laugh, “I honestly think he doesn’t care, and it kinda freaks me out?”  Your statement came out as more of a question, “Like when he was trying to show me the correct way to cut whatever it was and he came around from behind—almost like the boy trying to teach the girl how to swing a golf club?”  Jessie nodded, understanding your analogy, “I just feel weird.”

“Do you want to get a different teacher?”  Jessie asked in all seriousness.

You shook your head, “I’m sure it’ll calm down.”

It was a Tuesday night, and instead of it being spent in your bed reading a good book, you were pacing your room on the phone with your husband.  You understood that the life he led was full of uncertainty and things popping up last minute, and even after years of dealing with it, the feeling of being let down grew more and more familiar.

“Andrew won’t let you do it earlier?” You brought your left hand to hold onto your right arm as you paced around the bedroom.

You heard Shawn sigh on the other end, “I already asked,”

 Shawn was currently in Cape Town, South Africa, so while you were just ending your day, he was just beginning his.  He was supposed to come home Thursday for five days and then get back on the road.   But now it seemed as though the plans had changed. Shawn was to be in Cape Town for an extra two days, if you included a day and a half for traveling, and he would essentially only be home for three days.  

 “Should you even bother coming home?” You questioned him as you went over to the bay area window of your apartment that gave you a perfect view of down town, “I know you don’t do well with traveling, and I don’t want to disrupt your tour schedule––“

“Y/n,” Shawn spoke assertively into the phone, “You’re my wife, of course I still want to come home.”

“I don’t want you to work yourself too hard––“

“You’re sounding like you don’t want me to come home,” Shawn spoke hesitantly into the phone, “Is something going on?”

Your eyes widened and you felt the nerves in your stomach kick in full gear. You weren’t hiding anything from him, but your mind drifted over to Ethan and how odd he’d been acting lately. Of course you had no further interaction with him other than him teaching you how to cook, but you didn’t want Shawn to find out that the chef had been flirting with you.

“Of course I want you home,” You looked down at your left hand and smiled down at the two rings on your finger, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” Shawn instantly replied back.  It was silent for a moment until you heard another voice on Shawn’s end, “Are you sure I don’t need to worry about anything?”

You shook your head, “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’m your husband,” Shawn let out a small laugh, “It’s my job.”  You let out a small laugh as well, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the not so subtle advances Ethan has tried on you. But after a moment of silence, Shawn spoke up, “I have to go, but text me throughout the day?  I’m not sure when I’ll be able to pick up the phone and actually talk.”

“Yeah,” You answered him dismally, “I can do that,”

“I love you.” Shawn spoke into the phone.

 With a stinging feeling pricking behind your eyes, you let out a breathy laugh to cover up your heavy heart of not being able to see your husband as soon as you thought, “I love you too,”

You hung up the phone and let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in.  Of course supporting Shawn was something you would do no matter what, but with him constantly being away, it was beginning to take a toll on you.  You thought that it would be better once you got married, but that wasn’t the case.

Then a thought that you never once crossed your mind in all of the years you and Shawn had been together; what would it be like to be with someone, to have dated or be married to, that wasn’t him?  To have someone who wasn’t constantly traveling the world and spent more time on a tour bus than with his wife?

 Trouble in Canada?

            Newlyweds Shawn and Y/n Mendes are no stranger to the media, especially when it comes with rumors circulating their marriage.  Just a few months’ shy of their first wedding anniversary, the couple has been caught in the middle of a few fiascos.

           If we’re being quite honest with ourselves, keeping up with the Kardashians is easier than these two.

           Currently, Mr. Mendes is on his world tour, about to start the European leg. Earlier in the week, Shawn was supposed to be traveling home to spend a short break with the Misses before the European part of his tour officially kicked off.  But according to a source close to Mr. Mendes, he had to stay in Cape Town, South Africa for a few more days.

           “He tried everything he could to get out of staying,” The source tells, “He misses Y/n dearly, and even with the amount of times they call each other of FaceTime in a day, it’s not the same as talking to each other face to face.”

           But as Shawn slips into a land of everlasting bliss between he and his wife, it looks like Y/n has been spending her time with someone else as of late. Below, pictures of Y/n and a mystery man have appeared over the course of a few weeks, starting just after Shawn left home to tour around the world.

           “There’s been a noticeable change in him,” A different source, who has requested to remain anonymous, added in, “Everyone around him knows how much he loves his wife, so when he saw pictures of her with another man in that room, it really hit him.”

           Since pictures emerged of Y/n and the mystery man, people have commented that Mr. Mendes has been distant and more quiet than usual.  “It’s another reason why he wants to get back to Toronto so bad, he wants to settle things with Y/n.  He’s tried to convince himself that it’s just a misunderstanding, but everyone around him knows how it’s already going to play out–and it’s not going to end well.  It seems like he’s catching on.  Those pictures leave no room for questioning what’s going on between his wife and someone that is not Shawn.” 

           Have Shawn and Y/n Mendes followed in the steps of many other famous couples, and not been able to handle their marriage in the spot light?  We were banking on the couple hitting the five-year marriage mark before anything like this happened.  

 What do you all think? Leave your comments in the section below.

           “Hey, Shawn,” You sighed into the phone as it was the fourth time he had missed your call, “It’s me, again.”  Pacing around your room, you didn’t know what was going on with him that made him miss your calls multiple times.  Usually, he wouldn’t ever miss one, and if he did, he would call you back ten minutes later profusely apologizing.

           You had enough with pacing around your room, so you took a seat at the edge of your bed.  It didn’t stop the nerves though as your leg began to bounce, “I’m just calling to check up, it’s uh,” You looked over at the clock on your wall, “It’s almost midnight here, and I don’t know where you are,” Your voice dwindled off at the end, “I hope you’re having a great day, or that you’re getting a good rest because you work yourself too hard,” You tried to lighten your own mood by letting out a laugh, “Just call me back, I love you and can’t wait to see you when you get home.”

           Quickly, you hung up the phone and dropped your head to rest between your knees.  Your whole body felt off, there was a reason why Shawn wasn’t calling you back and you couldn’t think of anything.  The thought of him purposefully ignoring you felt like being stabbed in the chest with the knife twisting.  Your head started to pound, and you couldn’t help but start to chew the inside of your lip, your nervous habit that you always found yourself doing right before you felt like you were about to cry.

           You slowly made your up to your pillows on the bed and slowly made your way under the covers.  You brought the white sheets up to where they were tucked under your chin and curled up.  You really thought that you had your breathing under control, but when the thought struck you that this was the first time where you didn’t know where in the world your husband was, the tears came and they wouldn’t stop.

           “I haven’t heard from him in a few days,” You spoke to Jessie as the two of you walked into the building for your weekly cooking class, “Not even a––“

           “Y/n,” You were cut off when you heard a familiar voice call your name, you cringed a bit, and turned to the right to see the cooking instructor, Ethan, “Thought you weren’t going to make it in for this lesson?” 

           You cleared your throat, “Uh, yeah, I wasn’t supposed to because my hus–––“

           “I’m glad you could join,” He cut you off, with a gleaming smile, before the word husband could make its way out of your mouth. The way he was looking at you made you slightly uncomfortable so you awkwardly smiled and looked the other direction without a reply.

           With a nod of your head, you gave Jessie an odd look that she returned.  The two of you made your way over to a little a cooking station and placed your bags under the table.  Jessie and you chatted as other people strolled into the class area and set up in their usual position as Ethan made small talk with the people around him.

           Once the time came to start the class, Ethan clapped his hands together to get everyone’s attention, “We’ll be learning how to make a steak dinner,” He looked over and into your eyes, “For two.” 

           Jessie leaned over to you and whispered, “I think I threw up a little.”  You stifled a laugh because you shared the same reaction.  

           First, you and Jessie both successfully made the creamy scalloped potatoes and the little side Caesar salad to go along with the steak. You then seasoned the steak, put the steak to bake in the oven for a few minutes, and then turned on the gas burner to cook the steak on.  You put canola oil in the pan, butter, garlic, rosemary and thyme as you took the steak out of the oven.  As you pulled the oven pan out, you bumped into someone.  

           “Oh, I’m sorry––“

            “You’re fine,” the voice of Ethan filled the air. You scrunched your nose up as he took a step closer to you from behind and, along with your hand, he took hold of the oven pan and settled it on the counter top.  Jessie side glanced over as she cooked her steak, and all you could do was widened your eyes and beg for help.

            Ethan then took a pair of tongs and placed the steak in the sizzling pan, “So, now what you do––“

           “I can help her cooking the steak,” Jessie cut the teacher off.

           Ethan shook his head, “I’ve got it.  I should help my students out.”

           You cleared your throat, “I can handle it, someone else may need your help––” 

           “What am I getting paid to do if I don’t help you out?” Ethan raised an eye. 

           But you were backing down easily.  He’d made other advances on you during other lessons and this was your time to put your foot down, “I’m fine––“

            “Mrs. Mendes––“

           “Yes, Mrs. Mendes,” You stumbled over your words and began to talk faster than the speed of light with hand motions. Because whenever you got extremely nervous, you always seemed to talk with your hands, “That’s my name, the one and only, and the prefix indicates that I’m married––“

           It seemed like Ethan didn’t like you mentioning how you were married and very much not looking for a relationship.  His eyes narrowed at yours and he took hold of your wrists, “Moving your hands and having them fly around while other people are cooking isn’t safe––“

           “Hey,” Jessie turned off her stove, “You probably shouldn’t touch her––“

           You didn’t let Jessie finish her sentence before you ripped your wrists out from his hold.  Part of you was shocked that a teacher would take hold of his student in such a rough matter, and the other half of your brain couldn’t process what was happening because with pulling your wrist back, you brought your arm down and it collided with the handle of the searing pan that the steak was cooking in. 

           You felt the sting of hot oils run down your back, and in response, you jumped forward, and Ethan was the person in front of you who caught you.  He looked at you with concern in his eyes, “Don’t move, you could be burned––“

           “Stop!”  You raised your voice at Ethan.  It was then you realized that everyone had stopped their cooking and turned their attention over in your direction.  Embarrassment flooded your system and you felt your whole body heat up.  You grabbed your bag from under the table and rushed to put your coat on, not wanting anyone outside of the cooking studio to see the oil stains on you.


           You didn’t want to make any more of a scene, so while biting the inside of your lip, you shook your head, “Thank you for a wonderful lesson today, but I don’t think I’ll be returning back to another lesson.”

           And before he could reply, or try and stop you from leaving, you turned on your heel and sped walked out of the kitchen studio.

           Sitting at the little breakfast nook in your apartment with a cup of tea would be more relaxing if your husband hadn’t blatantly ignored you for a full twenty-four hours.  You knew he was coming home today, but you were clueless as to where he was flying from or what time his flight was getting in.

           You were sipping on your tea, watching the Toronto traffic from your window, when your phone buzzed.  You looked down and saw that Shawn’s name popped up.  You had to look at it again because after all the voicemails you left him, his first contact to you was a text message.  Your phone dinged again and slowly you slid your thumb across the screen, entered in your passcode, and read the message.

            Just landed in Toronto

           You stared at the blue text bubble in confusion.  Every time he was about to get on a plane, he would always text you, no matter what time it was for you or for him.  He knew that you liked to know his travel schedule.  But this was the first time he hadn’t told you his travel information.  It made your stomach churn because now you definitely knew that something was wrong. And you didn’t know if you wanted to find out or not.

           So you sent him a text back; Do you want me to pick you up? 

           Almost instantly, he replied, No. 

           Your heart sank just a little when you read his message.  And then you started to feel it break piece by piece as you read the one word, one syllable, answer.  With tears threatening to fall from your eyes at any time, you felt your phone buzz once more with a text from him; Geoff is driving me back. 

           You nodded to yourself as you typed back a simple; Ok.

           Neither one of you said how excited you were to see one another, and neither one of you said that you couldn’t wait to see each other.  It was odd because you and Shawn would always count down the days until you could see each other again, but this time, the two of you hadn’t talked in over a day.

           With the stress about not knowing what was wrong with Shawn and what happened yesterday at the cooking class, your heart was racing and you felt jittery until you saw a familiar car pull up to the side walk down below.  You peered out the window and saw your husband for the first time in a few months. Even though there were tons of unsettled questions between the two of you, you still felt your heart pick up speed at the sight of him.

           He pulled out a little over the shoulder bag from inside the car and then you saw Geoff come around with a larger suitcase.  You saw the two of them exchange some words, but since you were so high up and looking down at them through the window, you couldn’t see what either of them were saying.

           But a few moments later, Geoff and Shawn hugged, and then Shawn walked towards the building and Geoff got into his car and drove away.  Shawn didn’t even send you a text that he was close to your apartment, like he would normally do so you would be waiting in the lobby to greet him.  It looked like he didn’t want you to greet him in the lobby. 

           He didn’t want his wife, the one who promised to love him forever no matter what, to be the first person to greet him when he came back from a long month or so from traveling.  Your daunting thoughts kept themselves on a loop in your mind that you didn’t even hear the door open.

           It was the sound of a suitcase rolling and a bag dropping on the floor that made you look up from the window.  In the first time in months, your husband was standing right in front of you and you didn’t have the need to run up and hug him.  Seeing him made your blood boil because of how flakey he had been acting recently.

            You sat on the little nook and took a sip of your tea, “Have a nice flight?”  Your voice held no infection and was kept very monotone.  You didn’t want him to know that your past few nights had been hell with him ignoring you, and that you were getting no sleep, imagining what your reunion would be like after radio silence from him.  And here you were, after every scenario you created in your mind, it did not turn out how you thought. 

           In your mind, you imagined Shawn either apologizing for his silence, or having his face turn red as he yelled are you for something you had no idea about.  But it wasn’t either of those options.  It was just like how he had been treating you for the past few days; silence.

           His eyes held no emotion, the exhaustion evident in his face.  Shawn was silent, something that was worse than blowing up at you.  You imagined anything but him being mute about his feelings because Shawn was always a vocal person.  It was the most deafening silence you had ever heard.

           You were waiting for a response to your seemingly innocent question.  But as he didn’t respond, you began searching for any facial clues as to any answer you could possibly find.  But you were growing frustrated.  His face was kept with a neutral look; no creases in the eyebrows and not a scrunch of distaste with his nose.   

           Then you began to search for any other signs that would give away his answer.  He wasn’t tapping his foot, he wasn’t swaying from side to, and he wasn’t twiddling his hands out of nervousness.

           His hands. 

           It was tiny, a detail that wouldn’t be caught by many. But with being married to a man for almost a year, you began to notice every little thing about them.  There were certain things that you knew Shawn would always keep on him, and as a married man, you knew he always wore his wedding band.  But as you looked at his left hand, you noticed that there was a small sliver of his skin that lighter shade than the rest.

           His ring finger.

           You looked down at your left hand, your engagement and wedding ring were in their place, and you quickly looked back at Shawn’s left hand to see if your mind had been playing tricks on you.

           Shawn wasn’t wearing his ring, the symbol of marriage that brought two people, who loved each other more than life itself, together.

            Your heart stopped and you felt as if you were about to throw up at any minute.  Biting the inside of your lip, you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.  The silence that surrounded the two of you stole your voice.  You looked up at him, wanting to ask him why he wasn’t wearing his wedding ring, but with silence stealing your voice, he gave it to Shawn who spoke without hesitation in his voice.

           “We need to talk.”

part 2



“Yes, nana,” replied Teddy sleepily as he yawned. It was a warm summer morning and he wasn’t used to waking up this early during summer.

“You’ve got mail,” said Andromeda with a grin on her face. “Want to open it?”

“Is it–”

“I don’t know,” she said with her eyebrow raised. “You are eleven after all.”

Teddy jumped from his bed and ran to where Andy was standing with a letter in her hand, no sign of his exhaustion from mere minutes ago. He didn’t wait for her to stretch out the letter, he snatched from her, his eyes filled with wonder.

He turned the letter around and saw the crimson wax seal stamp with the Hogwarts emblem on it. He tore it carefully, afraid of hurting whatever was inside. He pulled out the letter and dropped the envelope on the floor.

Dear Mr. Lupin,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Teddy’s eyes grew twice the size and he looked up at his grandmother with such glee that Andromeda couldn’t help but get tears in her eyes.

“I wonder which house I’m going to be in,” he said as he read the letter once more. “I hope I’m in Gryffindor like my dad.”

“Well,” laughed Andy. “Your mum was a Hufflepuff and there’s nothing wrong with other houses, you know.”

“You were a Slytherin, right?”

“I sure was.”

“And Grandpa?”

“He was a Hufflepuff, too,” she replied as her eyes drifted off remembering the first time she saw Ted Tonks in 4th year with his yellow and purple scarf around his neck laughing at a joke one of his friends had told. “And you know Aunt Luna is a Ravenclaw.”

“I know but I’d rather be in Gryffindor or Hufflepuff,” he said with a sad face. “You know, like my parents.”

“The Sorting Hat is an incredible object dear,” said Andy with a soft smile. “I’m sure it will put you in the best house for you. So… pancakes for breakfast?”

“Yes!” exclaimed Teddy and he went back in his room to put his letter on his desk as his grandmother left for the kitchen. He then ran down the stairs to the kitchen hoping she was making the pancakes with magic. He wasn’t disappointed to find plates and eggs flying around the kitchen once he entered.

They spent their breakfast talking about Hogwarts and the houses. Andy explained how the school wasn’t the way it used to be anymore. How Slytherin was such a mess when she went to school but slowly got their reputation back. Teddy had always been interested in the Wizarding World but recently his curiosity over Hogwarts had been overwhelming which required Andy to tell the same stories over and over again but she wasn’t complaining. The way Teddy’s eyes shined with happiness was worth it.

“Nana,” began Teddy excitedly. “We should let Harry know that I got the letter!”

“Ah, you’re right.”

With that Andy summoned some parchment and a quill and wrote to Harry about Teddy’s letter. In five minutes, their owl had left the house to go to Godric’s Hollow.

“Now, I have something to show you,” said Andy as she sat down on their sofa in the living room and Teddy climbed next to her as he looked up at her expectedly. She was holding a very thick photo album in her hand. “Your grandpa liked taking pictures the muggle way.”

Teddy smiled and got comfortable next to his nana, he knew this was going to take some time but it was his favourite thing to do with Andy, looking at the old pictures of his mother.

“This album is from the day she got her letter and onwards,” she explained as she slid her fingers softly over the picture of her daughter. “Back when she still used black hair.”

“She looks like you when she has black hair,” pointed out Teddy looking longingly at her mother at the age of eleven. She was smiling at the letter she was holding in her hand. Teddy had seen many pictures of his mum with different hair colours but never with black.

“I always thought she looked more like Ted,” she said smiling at the memory of her daughter and husband. “You look like them a lot as well.”

“You think so?”

“I know so,” she answered as she tapped on Teddy’s nose softly making the little boy giggle. “You are more like her than you can imagine and I’m not even talking about the metamorphmagus abilities you have.”

“This is from before we went to the King’s Cross to send her off,” sighed Andy. “We tried talking her out of it but she wasn’t having it. So she went to school with half purple and half yellow hair.”

Teddy was laughing at the picture and thinking about doing the same thing in his second year, it didn’t matter which house he was in.

“I’m going to do it, too,” he said finally after he stopped laughing and Andy rolled her eyes.

“Of course you are,” she teased. “Like mother like son, right?”

They didn’t talk for a while after that and kept looking at the pictures. They weren’t moving like regular pictures did but Teddy appreciated them still. Andy explained when the pictures were from every now and then but other than that both of them were lost in their thoughts. It was such a heavy burden for a eleven year old Andy thought but she showed the pictures she had. She thought Teddy deserved to know who his parents were and Andy was one of the few people who can show him. She wasn’t going to deny him that.

“Her face stays the same all the time though,” said Teddy.

“I loved her for that,” replied Andy with a small laugh. “Her eyes and her hair changed all the time. She did it unintentionally when she was a baby so even I don’t know what colour her eyes are but she never changed the way she looked permanently even though she could.”

“I would never do that either,” said Teddy proudly. “Do you know what colour my eyes were?”

“No dear,” admitted Andy. “The moment you looked into your dad’s eyes, they turned amber and changed every time someone you liked held you.”

“Oh,” mumbled Teddy. “I like amber though.”

“I like amber, too,” she agreed smiling warmly at Teddy. “When you have my pale grey eyes you look so much like your Uncle Sirius, like you do right now.”

Andromeda got lost in the memory of his cousin and how much he would have loved Teddy. Teddy looked like Sirius but was more like Regulus on the inside and the memory of the younger Black boy turned Andy’s stomach upside down. Even since she found out what he did, she couldn’t stop thinking about how she didn’t do enough to save him or how Sirius died not knowing what his little brother did. Andy shook his head in an attempt to get rid of these thoughts in her head.

They were slowly coming to the end of the album. As she was looking at all the pictures of her daughter with her friends and family, she saw a drop of water fall down on the album. She lifted her head up to Teddy and gasped unwillingly as her eyes filled up with tears.

“Teddy,” she whispered softly. “You don’t have to try to hold it in when you are with me, you don’t ever have to do that.”

“I just–”

“I know dear,” she confessed. “I know photographs aren’t enough. I know it will never be enough and I’m sorry.”

“I just wish I could show them my letter,” said Teddy. “I wish she could share my excitement with me and tell me I will be a Hufflepuff no matter what Dad says.”

Teddy looked guilty for some reason but Andy thought she would let him do the talking, she never tried to make him feel better when he was crying because she never knew what to say.

“I love you, nana,” he continued through his hiccups. “I love you so much but I miss them, too.”

“Never think I will replace them Teddy, not Harry not me. We will never try to.”

“I’m so lucky to have you but I just wish I had them as well,” sobbed Teddy, his head on his grandmother’s chest as she stroked his pick hair softly.

“Me, too, Teddy,” sighed Andromeda. “All of us do.”


“I came as soon as I saw the–” began Harry but stopped cold in his tracks. “Teddy your hair…”

“What?” said Teddy before he ran to the mirror. He had bubblegum pink hair that looked fluorescent with his pale skin. “I didn’t– I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“You look so much like her,” babbled Harry as he looked at his godson with so much wonder in his eyes. “It suits you Teddy.”

“I-I can’t look in the mirror like this everyday,” he said as he pressed his palms on his eyes. “I need to change it, it’s like seeing her. I can’t do that.”

He closed his eyes and focused on changing his hair to whatever colour, he didn’t care he just wanted it to change. When he opened his eyes he had bright blue hair and he thought it was a good tribute to his mother without giving him so much pain.

“I think this is better,” he smiled a little after he saw the concern in his godfather and nana’s eyes.

“Yes it is,” replied Andy as he hugged him tightly. “You are such a strong boy Teddy, I don’t know where the Sorting Hat will place but I feel like he’s going to have a hard time.”

“I think purple would look amazing on you,” grinned Harry before he kneeled down to give Teddy a hug. “However, any house would be lucky to have you.”

“Thanks Harry,” he mumbled.

“Now, I want to see your letter, can you go and get it for me?” he asked and Teddy’s eyes lit up instantly.

“Of course,” he replied before running off to his room.

Harry took the time to bring some water for Andromeda and sit down on the couch with her.

“Are you okay, Andy?”

“It hurts me to see how much pain he goes through every time we do something like this,” she explained. “But he wants to do it, I don’t know what to do. Maybe I shouldn’t do this for a while.”

“No Andy,” objected Harry softly. “I think it’s a part of the healing process. I would have given anything to know more about my parents even if it gave me pain.”

“You’re right,” said Andy wiping away the tears from her eyes just as Teddy ran into the room and jumped on Harry’s lap with the letter. Harry read the letter intently and gave it back to Teddy.

“So I was wondering if I could come to the Diagon Alley with you guys when you go. We can visit Uncle George and eat ice cream,” offered Harry to a grinning Teddy. Teddy lifted his eyes up to his grandmother to ask for approval.

“Well of course you could Harry,” said Andy before smiling warmly at the both of them.

“We can even look at brooms,” Harry whispered to Teddy and he giggled in response.

“No,” came the voice of Andy from the kitchen and Harry winked at Teddy making him go into a giggling fit and the sound of it made Andy feel better in a matter of seconds.

Imagine surprising Chris.

It was the second week into the month of October. Chris had been in Georgia for almost a month now, filming the second part of ‘Avengers: Infinity War’. It was obvious that you missed your husband but you had to admit, you’d been a little too busy with your own filming schedule to really feel the pinch of his absence. When Chris heard, he huffed and scoffed. You argued that it was probably because you were living in a hotel in New York rather than the comfort of your home in Los Angeles. Chris knew you so he knew that was just one of your gimmicks to make him feel better, he teasingly bit before he hung up, “don’t make me give you a reason to miss me, sweetheart.” You just rolled your eyes in response.

By now, majority of Chris’ cast mates were already in Georgia. There were a few exceptions, one of them being your best friend, Sebastian Stan, who was still in New York due to the promotion of his latest movie ‘I, Tonya’. Just the other night, you were at the Hamptons Film Festival celebrating with him and Margot Robbie. It had been a great night spent with many familiar faces. You did spend quite a lot of time missing Chris as he was usually your date to red carpet events. Being without Chris on the red carpet caused a slight ache in your heart that not even your best friend was capable of getting rid of. The next morning at breakfast, Sebastian suggested you stopped-over in Georgia before going home to Los Angeles. You called him a genius before rushing online to book the next flight out of New York City.

You didn’t tell Chris about your stop-over, you were just going to show up on his set to surprise him. You had a copy of their schedule and shooting locations, courtesy of the Russo brothers. They even sent someone to pick you up at the airport so you could drop your bags off at the apartment Chris was staying at first. Your crescendo of excitement began the moment you decided to do as Sebastian suggested. It was almost at its peak when you entered his apartment and caught a whiff of him and his cologne lingering in the air. But it wasn’t until you laid eyes on him that your heart exploded. It took him a while to spot you amongst the cast and crew. You stood behind the camera with Robert watching Chris complete a scene with Anthony. You crossed your arms over your chest and tried not to grin too widely when you saw Chris’ gaze trailing towards you. A small, flirtatious wave of your fingers had him doing a double take. When he realized it was actually you, his eyes lit up and he broke character.

“And you said it wasn’t going to be a good day. My wife’s here, man!” He low-fived Anthony repeatedly before throwing his head back, laughing with an immense joy. You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief at how dorky your husband was. “Can we take five?” He asked then said before Anthony and Joe could answer him. “Okay, I’m taking five.” He jogged over to you, wrapping his arms tight around your waist as he lifted you off the ground. “My baby’s here.” He cooed and you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Is he always like this?” You asked those in the vicinity over Chris’ shoulder.

“He’s worst when you’re around,” Robert answered then chuckled when Chris turned full body, swinging you around with him before he planted your feet on the ground. “What,” he laughed at Chris’ playful scowl, “you know it’s true. Y/N knows it too which is why she hasn’t said anything to defend you, isn’t that right?” He quizzed you and Chris turned to you with raised brows, trying not to laugh at your look of betrayal.

“Hey, don’t drag me into this.” You held one hand up in surrender then slipped the other into Chris’. “I came here to see my husband and have a good time, I don’t appreciate being attacked.” Everyone laughed. “I am so sorry for interrupting,” you turned to the Russo brothers. “You guys can attack me if you want. I’ll actually go hang out with Scarlett until Chris is-”

“Just take him,” Joe cut you off, laughing. “He’s not done, but mentally he is. There is no way we can get him to concentrate when he knows you’re here.” He said and Chris eagerly nodded in agreement, making you laugh. “You’ve been in New York since August, he hasn’t seen you in months. It’s fine, we can continue this tomorrow and move on to the next scene today.”

“Really?” You grinned. “Oh my God, thank you so-”

“Let’s go before they change their minds,” Chris quickly pulled you to walk alongside him, off set and towards the trailers. “I love you guys!” He called, glancing over his shoulder at his directors. “If I were to sign another contract with Marvel, it’ll be because of the two of you.”

“Kiss ass,” you masked the insult with a cough then scoffed when Chris playfully pinched your ass.

“I’ll kiss your ass in a minute,” he flirtatiously whispered then laughed when you giggled. “On to the more serious topics, how long do I have you for? Are you at least staying for the week?” He asked and you shook your head, pouting. “Why not? You’re on break now, you can afford to stay for more than a week.”

“I think you’re forgetting about Dodger,” you said and Chris pressed his lips together. He forgot he hadn’t told you he’d brought Dodger with him to Georgia. It was one of his many plays to get you to visit him. He knew you wouldn’t visit as much if Dodger was back in Los Angeles so he decided to take Dodger with him. He also took a few other items that he knew were important enough for you to consider flying four and a half hours for. “I miss his furry face, I want to get home to him as soon as possible so I’m just here for a couple days. I’m sorry, baby, but I don’t want him to not have at least one of us with him.”

“If Dodger was here too, would you consider staying a little longer?”

“Yeah, of cour-” You abruptly stopped when it dawned on you that your husband never asked hypothetical questions unless he had plan. His hypotheticals were usually factual, and they were always used to manipulate you into giving him the answers he wanted to hear. “He’s here, isn’t he?” You asked and Chris feigned confusion. “Christopher Robert Evans, did you bring Dodger to Georgia with you?”

“I’m going to need you to answer my question before I-”

You heard a familiar bark and turned towards it. Chris chuckled when you scoffed. You shook your head at him, descending to your knees as Dodger ran towards you. Mark had been watching him for Chris, taking him for walks around the set. He had him under control until Dodger saw you, upon seeing you Dodger used all his strength to pull his leash from Mark’s hand so he could barrel towards you.

“Oh my God.” Dodger’s momentum sent you on your ass, he excitedly licked your face whilst pawing at your chest. “Okay, buddy.” You laughed, scratching behind his ears. “Yes, I missed you too. Oh God,” you laughed harder, turning left and right to avoid his tongue from getting your mouth. “Calm down, Dodge.”

“You just couldn’t give me a couple more minutes, could you?” Chris knelt down next to the two of you, patting Dodger’s head. You rolled your eyes as you turned to Chris, trying not to reciprocate his smile. “Now that both your boys are here, think you can stay the week?” You deadpanned him and he whipped out his best puppy dog eyes. “Just one week, please? I know you’re tired. I’m sure you want to go home and relax and see your parents and your brother and our little niece but- I haven’t seen you in so long, I need my dose of Y/N.”

“You know I’m curious, Chris,” you began then paused and chuckled at his innocent expression prompting a continuation. It was like he had no idea what you were about to say next, and you knew he did; the man was a good actor. “Do you ever feel bad for manipulating me?” You asked and his shoulders quivered as he silently laughed, suppressing his smile.

“If I say ‘yes’, will you stay the week?”

“God, I hate you so much,” you laughed.

“One week,” he grinned triumphantly. “Y’know, two, if you really feel like it.” You shook your head in disbelief, involuntarily smiling at how adorable your husband was. You grabbed Dodger’s leash as Chris helped you to your feet. “Or three,” he said and you scoffed. “We’ll see after tonight,” he winked and you laughed. “Don’t worry, it’ll be completely up to you to decide.”

“Sure it will.”

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A Wedding and Two Proposals

Summary: Sequel to Smoulder! Thank the anon who asked me how Smoulder Adrien would propose to Marinette.

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Chapter One: A Wedding

“Ladies and Gentleman, please put your hands together for the Bride and Groom!”

The doors to the reception hall opened and the already dazzlingly bright room (adorned in all manner of vivid reds, oranges and purples) seemed to grow brighter as the happy couple stepped inside to thunderous applause. Adrien jumped, whooping and cheering more loudly than he’d ever done in his entire life. All sense of decorum, all the manners which had been drilled into him since birth, all of that forgotten with an air of “screw it, my best friends just got MARRIED!”

And what a wedding it had been. Less than one hundred people and very intimate. Nino had proposed on holiday, taken by a moment of spontaneity and overwhelming love as he’d brought Alya to Morocco, his place of birth. Alya had been so taken by Marrakesh, the golden sun, the energy, the music as well as Nino’s extended family, that she had insisted on having the wedding here- foregoing a more traditional French wedding. In her own words, “It’s not really our style anyway.”

To Adrien, it still seemed so surreal, even as Nino and Alya made their way over to them, looking more blissful than he’d ever seen either of them. The fact that they’d spent a year and a half planning, the late nights, the never-ending list of things to do, all of it leading up to the moment where they’d stood together, surrounded by a pool of lilies, and declared each other partners for life.

“Oh my god,” Marinette whispered in his ear and, though he was facing away from her, he could tell she was as close to tears as he was. “They’re married! Look at them.”

“I know,” he replied. Marinette must have heard the wavering in his voice, as she reached down to squeeze her hand in his. The interaction was short lived however, as Nino and Alya finished embracing their parents and he was wrapped in a group hug so tight he was sure to stop breathing. The tears fell freely now as Adrien recalled the countless amount of times the four of them had been like this, the years they’d spent huddled together for reasons both joyous and terrible. It was a beautiful constant in his life.

Speaking of beautiful constants.

As they sat down in their seats, ready for the meal, Marinette already had a tissue ready for him. Adrien turned to her, kissing her softly in thanks. Their eyes met, and once again Adrien found himself taken by the strange kind of energy they shared throughout the day. He didn’t know if it was the wedding bringing out his inner romantic, of if something between them had shifted as they watched their best friends of ten years get married. Whatever it was it was…different. “I’ve always got your back, Kitty,” she uttered, snuggling closer to him.

Adrien smiled to himself. She did. She really did.

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Black Butterflies - 2

Oh my god I felt so emotional writing this. I literally cried. I’d recommend to listen to this while reading it.

Adele - Someone like you (Live at Albert Hall)

Part - 1

Word count :: 1440

After that night, when Rose told you that she saw Harry kissing someone called Kristine you couldn’t help but go and ask Harry whether it was true or not. And what you feared the most happened. He accepted the fact that he was with a girl called Kristine but he denied that she was the reason the divorce.

“It’s no’ her love. I feel like I am suffocating yeh keeping with meh. Wan’ yeh happy” He explained. Tears filled your eyes as you kept your gaze on the ground of the house that you once called yours.

“Does she makes you happy?”


“Does she makes you happy H?” You asked a little louder this time.

“Yes. Very happy”

And that was enough for you to leave him. Walk out of his life. If he was happy then you had to be happy for him. Even if it costed a lot to you.

It’s been four week, a month since you both filed for a divorce. The pain was dreadful. It kept eating you alive day by day. It wasn’t easy. How could be? How could it be when your husband found someone else, when he gave up on the knot that held you both together. You tried so hard to smile for your kids, to explain them how you always were gonna be with him but ever hope was dead. Rose and Noah kept asking you why Harry and you are living separately.  All you cloud reply was, ‘because god wants that peaches’. And they both stopped the questions when they saw tears in your eyes. They matured.

Ever night was spent crying and you wondered how long are you gonna continue doing it? Maybe till the end.

Today Harry was coming over at your house. Rental house actually. You had asked for a full custody of your kids as you clearly couldn’t trust the man who left you for someone else, would be able to take care of your kids. He wanted to take kids to Disney land before you guys clear the divorce. He wanted to have them all by himself for a week and you couldn’t deny. Kids missed him and were jumping up and down when they heard that their father wanted to see them. But Rose noticed the tears in your eyes and walked to you.

“We won’t go if you don’t want us to” she said wiping your. Your little girl grew a lot in these few months since yours and harry’s marriage started falling. She was always there with you when you needed someone. She was a lot in a five years old body.

You shook your head and kissed the palm of her hand.

“Go sweetheart,” You said and pulled her in a hug and smiled through tears when Noah joined. It was just you three now. Rose and Noah were all you had.

You wiped your hand with a towel and made your way to the front door. He was here. After a month you’d see him face to face. Taking a deep breath you opened the door, but the breath you took in  stuck in your throat when you saw he wasn’t alone. She was with him.

She had long beautiful brunette hair, her eyes hazel and glossy. she was much younger than you and harry. Her body was perfect. She was absolutely breathtaking. You felt inferior in front of her.

Stepping aside you let the couple in. Couple. The word made you sick, the same word that you had pride on whenever someone used it for you both in past.

“This is Kristine and baby this is Y/n. My wi- ex wife” Harry said blinking a few times before wrapping his arms around Kristine’s petite body. She smiled at you which you returned with a small one.

“Thought t’make yeh meet her. Maybe talk?” Harry said rubbing back of his neck.

“Talk about what?!”

You didn’t meant to come out this hard making Kristine flinch. Harry noticed and you could see anger in his eyes but as he opened his mouth to speak, you turned your back to him and walked upstairs to get the kids. Walking quickly in your room, you closed the door and slide down leaning on it with a hand on your mouth to muffle your cries. Your heart was thumping with pain and your chest felt heavy. You could hear the conversation going on.

“Im sorry baby. She huh i’ll ask her t’apologize” Harry sounded angry.

“It’s okay sweet. She’s hurt” She said. Her voice was so soft and sweet. You couldn’t help but cry at her kindness. You regretted not being like her. You wished, if you were like her then you would’ve been at her place. After crying for good 20 minutes, you washed your face and grabbed the bags. Walking down the alley, you heard a soft voice coming from Noah’s room. You stood at the door where Kristine sat. Her back facing you with Noah sitting on ground with his toys sprawled all over the floor.

“You look exactly like your father, with a mixture of your mommy. You have you father’s handsome looks but innocent eyes of your mommy” She said admiring Noah. He noticed you standing and ran straight in your arms. You lifted him up and set on your hip. Kristine turned back and got up as soon as she saw you and walked to you.

“You have beautiful kid. Just like you” She said rubbing back of Noah’s head. You nodded and passed her a gentle smile.

“I-I am sorry Y/n”

“No it’s alright. It’s not your fault. Things fall apart when one isn’t willing to fight. ” With that you made your way downstairs. Padding down the wooden stairs, loud shrieks and giggles of Rose filled your heart. You felt your heart warming up for like first time in ages. You missed the laughs of your daughter. There was a time when the house was always filled with love and giggles but with time it faded away. And you were happy that Harry was bringing the love for his kids back.

“Mommy look!!!!” Rose that in excitement. Her face was illuminated like a candle. Her face was pink because of his happiness. You missed seeing her like this. She ran to you and showed you the princess watch her daddy got her. Seeing his father, Noah too immediately ran to him and hugged his leg. You were busy listening to Rose when loud cries of Noah grabbed your attention.

“Oh my god wha’s wrong man?” Harry asked picking the little toddler to was latched to his leg crying. Noah instantly wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and continued sobbing.

“i miss dadda” he cried. Seeing him so emotional brought tears to both of yours and harry’s eyes. Harry pulled Noah and sniffed,

“Dadda missed yeh too baby”

“Okay so don’t forget to give them warm milk before going to bed.” You said handing Harry their bag.

“I know love, they’re my kids too” He chuckled taking the bag. You bite you tongue back from saying something that might ruin his day. Ignoring his words, you leaned down and pecked your kids head.

“Be good for mommy yeah? Don’t trouble Kristine” You said pulling them in a hug as they mumble a ‘i love you’.

“They can call her mommy” Harry said interfering and it was enough.

“I am their mommy. They can call her aunty but not a mom” you snapped and stood up. Harry’s eyes reflected your angry image as he stared at you for a moment before going out and tucking the kids in car.

“Nobody can take your place Y/n. You’re their mommy and will always be. I’m gonna take care of them like my own, don’t you worry” Kristine said turning to you.

“I’d appreciate. Thank you very much” You said keeping your gaze ahead on the car that had your kids.

“You’re very strong. I can’t imagine begin at your place.” She said. Her voice cracking at the end.

“I pray to god you never have to” You said blinking the tear away finally looking at her. Her red eyes searched your for any emotion but all they got was pain. The loud car horn snapping her to reality as she made her way to the car.

“I pray you never have to” You whispered.


Sad innit? Did you like Kristine?

A Hundred Lesser Faces: (Nine)
  • The first section of this story stems from the premise: what if Voyager!Claire had gone first to Lallybroch instead of directly to the print shop in Edinburgh?
  • The second section will explore the aftermath of Claire and Jamie’s reunion, following their journey as they work to build a new life together.
  • Section Two {A Hundred More}: [ (Eight) ]


A kiss in my hair and a murmured, “Good morning, Sassenach,” brought me out of my stupor.  

“Is it?” I croaked. I made a bleary-eyed reconnaissance, but could ascertain only that I was a) on a horse, b) in front of Jamie on the saddle, my head lolling on his shoulder, and c) blissfully warm against his chest.

…d) quite unbelievably happy. 

“Is it good?” He tightened his arm around my waist, and I could hear the smile in his voice as he leaned his head against mine. “Aye, never better.”

No,” I laughed sleepily, snuggling back into him and squeezing his arm, as it was the only bit of him I could reach. “Is it morning?

“Nay, quite a few hours to dawn, still; but we’ve arrived in good time.”

The cloak—tucked around us both like his plaid might once have been—slipped a little, and the chill rushed through my clothes as I peered out into the darkness. Inverness. The streets were quite dark and it was hard to discern much of anything other than that we were making our way down a reasonably wide street or avenue. To be frank, though, I couldn’t have given a fig for sightseeing at the moment, in any case. All that mattered was that we were in a reasonably modern town with an inn, meaning a hot meal and a warm bed were mere minutes away. 

Jamie kicked up the horse and turned down a sidestreet, his hand instinctively coming up to keep me from getting whiplash as we made the turn at speed. I don’t know why such a practical movement should touch me so, but there came a sudden lump to my throat, and I clutched him back as tight as I could, closing my eyes to savor him. Jamie. 

God, it still hardly felt real. It was like…

…like trying to sleep after you’ve spent the day on seaboard, or swimming in the ocean. Even if it’s hours and hours later, lying on the mattress that night, you still feel the rise and fall of the water in your body, the memory of it, something within you triggered into perpetual motion, no matter how much you might have hated the waves nor how many miles your bed may be from the sea. There, then, on the horse, in my body and behind closed eyes, I still felt the physical sense of running up that terrible, screaming hill. I still was being eviscerated with every heartbeat in the knowledge that I had to let him go forever, again; that I would never see him again; that it was the end

But it was all over. He wasn’t happily married; I wasn’t making him choose between me and his own children. His life was ready and waiting for me. Thank you, I whispered silently to whomever might be listening. Thank you, thank you, a thousand times more, *thank you.* 

Jamie had slept in my arms, there on the hill. Not for very long, certainly no more than an hour, all told. But oh, how I was glad of it, of the chance to just hold him in peace, to hear the steady rise and fall of his breathing, counting every rise and every fall against my chest, knowing he was safe and mine (How many times had I held his daughter in just that way, in just that peace?) …and beyond that, to immediately cement the intimacy between us.

It was that, I think, that kept either of us from suggesting a move down the hill into the relative warmth of the cottage. At face value, it was an excellent and obvious plan. While the snow had tapered off to a mere scattering of flakes here and there, it was bloody well freezing, and the wind was not gentle.  And yet such a notion had felt to me an enormous risk, one I wasn’t willing to take. 

We were afraid not to be touching, I think; fearful of any gap, however momentary, that might form between us if physically separated. Something would snap out of place, a voice within me had screamed in warning; hesitations or fears or the awkwardnesses resulting from TWO DECADES of separation. If we weren’t touching, those things might so easily slip into the still-gaping cracks—gorges—that existed between his life and mine.

For my part, even if he had suggested moving down to the cottage— I felt an icy chill come over me at the very thought. There were just too many ghosts in that place, both of twenty years ago and of mere hours. It’s where I had said two devastating goodbyes to the love of my life, and even under these ecstatic circumstances of our reunion, I didn’t think I could bear being under that roof again. It would have reminded me too viciously of the loss and regret and wasted time that lay beneath the surface of our joy, and those were raw and throbbing enough as it was. 

No, that cottage could not be a house of joy for me, again.

And so, when he’d awoken, temporarily refreshed from his hellish ride, we’d taken care to always stay linked—even if only hand in hand—as he located satchel and horse (he’d whistled, and the beast had bloody appeared! A veritable John Wayne!), and got us on our way toward Inverness. A few hours’ ride, we’d decided, was well worth having a good meal and a warm bed awaiting us at the end, and the method of travel allowed us to stay holding each other the whole way.

A warm bed.

A warm….husband

Before my mind could fully articulate the anxieties underpinning those two words in relation to this evening, there came a Gaelic command rumbling richly against my back and we slowed to a halt.  

The dingy public house was torchlit and reasonably inviting-looking, I was surprised to find. A stable-boy came promptly up and Jamie exchanged a few words in Gaelic while hopping down from the saddle, swiveling his satchel to the back, and reaching up to help me dismount. 

I swung my leg over and made to slip down into his outstretched arms, but then froze dead like scented prey. “What? For God’s sake, WHAT??” I wanted to crawl out of my skin. He was looking—staring—up at my face as though in horror.  “Jamie,” I croaked in dread, “just bloody say—”

“—most beautiful woman…I’ve ever seen.”

The breath left me in a whoosh. I smiled down at him, but—nervously. “That’s very sweet, Jamie.” 

He was being kind, and I didn’t doubt he was happy to see me, but I was staunchly middle-aged, and no two ways around it. My face—however much I took care of it—had been weathered by time and parenting and more than a decade of a punishingly-demanding job, and in that moment,  I wanted to bloody crawl into the ground to hide from him and never ever come out

“Truly kind, love,” I repeated tightly, trying to move things along, “but you really don’t have to say—”

“I do,” he said at once, his eyes never once leaving mine as he lifted me slowly down. “I must, for it’s the truth.” 

“To you,” I started to say.

“To any man that’s the eyes wi’ which he was born. Claire, mo chridhe, ye are….you…You’re the same.” 

And even the scattered snowflakes seemed to slow as we looked at each other, there in the flickering torchlight. 

We’d both been so frantic on the hill. I personally had spent tremendous energy in trying specifically NOT to look at his face, and by the time we’d finally fallen into each others’ arms, it had been full-dark. That time held close under my cloak had kept us in darkness, too, meaning that this was the first time we’d gotten the chance to truly study each other at length. And God…even filthy and matted and half-dead with fatigue, he was unspeakably beautiful; he was Jamie. 

So slowly, he lifted both hands and cupped my face between them, drinking me in still deeper, shaking his head wordlessly. 

“Dear holy God…” he whispered after a few endless heartbeats. “So ye are a witch, then?” 

He said it with the exact same expression on his face as back on the hill when he’d first gotten sight of my face. Is that what had made him stagger back?  My smile back to him was genuine, playful, almost. “If you like.” 

But there was no jest in his own eye. “Claire….Jesus…” And he could say no more.

I was fairly well speechless, too, and could only pulled him down to me, taking his lips softly and slowly. 

But then, the distance did wedge between us, and fast. 

It happened quite naturally, likely without a thought, on his part. He simply let go my hand as he passed through the tavern door to go speak with the proprietor, and I felt a cold emptiness fall between me and him, like a sudden eclipse. In that darkness, the doubts assaulted me in great, unrelenting barrages, one after another, after another. 

You need to guard your heart more carefully, Beauchamp. The other shoe will drop any moment. 

You and Jamie are just riding the high of being together. This isn’t real life—this is only the honeymoon. This might fall apart in weeks. 

Even if everything with Laoghaire goes right, WE might go wrong. 

What if we can’t stand each other after a time just like happened with them? 

Beauchamp, that’s poppycock, and you know it. You wouldn’t have come back for him—left BREE for him—if you weren’t certain. 

That was so. That was comfort, at least; and everything we’d experienced thusfar since crashing together on that hill had felt right, had felt true. 

But GOD, the anxieties had the upper hand, now, and I felt as though I were the only person for miles, alone in some wasteland in my heart. Fear. So much fear. 

I had thudded down onto one of the long benches, apparently, for I blinked and was looking at my hands before me on a table. Claw-like, they seemed. The hands of an old woman. 

He’d spoken true when he had looked into my face and proclaimed beauty, for I’d seen it in his eyes and heard it in his voice, but it wasn’t him I was worried about, so much, but me. Us. It was truly occurring to me for the first time that it had been a long, long time since I had been actually intimate—fully intimate—with a man, and that perhaps it had been too long. I could feel the truth of that fear in my very bones: that perhaps I wasn’t capable of such an intimacy any longer. Yes, I acknowledged, feeling a vice tightening around my chest, something in me would certainly have been lost. 

There had been sex in my years with Frank, yes, plenty of it, but not passion;  need and urgency, of course, but never anything coming even remotely close to that sense of one-ness that Jamie and I had shared so naturally, so instinctively from the beginning. Frank…Frank was….

I felt my body seize up, a great weight pressing down upon my face to smother me. So many years ….So many long years in which the very concept of being touched by a man (….my only experience with being touched in that way by another human being…) was inextricably linked with having hurt him, being resented by him, resenting HIM right back. Sex meant sensing the other women on his skin and not being able to say a damned word (because of the other man—THE man— that still lingered in mine!). It meant wanting—needing—so badly to touch and be touched, and yet being unable to get true relief, nor seek it elsewhere or ANYWHERE, and being left only with this writhing, seething, screaming —



Time was not the only thing that had been lost. 

Those aging hands were shaking and my entire body jumped in panic when a steaming platter appeared on the table. “The cook was awake, thank God,” Jamie said enthusiastically, taking the seat across from me and tucking into the bread and cheese and honey with gusto. 

There was a savory broth as well, making it an excellent meal in any century, but I couldn’t seem to taste or smell anything. That didn’t keep me from fixing my eyes carefully on the food, though. It was something to occupy my hands and my attention.  

Warm bed. 

Warm husband. 

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, I screamed weakly into nothing. What if I couldn’t do this anymore? What if I could do…that anymore? The way it ought to be done? The way I wanted to be with him? The way—GOD, the way I’d craved for twenty fucking—? 

“Are ye quite well, mo nighean donn?” 

I started and the piece of bread I’d been pinching and balling up rolled away off the edge of the table. “Yes, I—Sorry, just—” I smiled, though it could hardly have been convincing. “Lost in thought.” 

“Aye,” he said, graciously not pressing me. “Is it enough food? Shall I get more?” 

I shook my head and demurred, feeling as though I would vomit or faint from the dark storm roiling within my heart. 

He went back to his food, inhaling it at lightning speed. 

Just take my hand, I begged him silently, but couldn’t get my lips, my lungs to comply, nor my own fingers to move. Just grab onto me, Jamie, and then everything can be alright. Everything *might*….God, Jamie, please… 

But I could see that he was already preparing to leave the table, sopping up the last of his broth with bread. “You go on up to the room, mo nighean donn. Top of the stairs on the left. I need to go directly to talk to the keeper (while he’s still awake) about buying a shirt off him, and perhaps a mirror to shave, and then I’ll be up to join ye presently.”

The room.

The expectations—his AND mine—

No, it was mine. My own expectations were the ones making the room spin, along with the knowledge that I almost certainly couldn’t meet—

“You don’t need to shave for my sake, Jamie,” I said hastily, not meeting his eye, trying (failing) to sound casual. “I’m sure you’re bone-tired.”

He caught the implication immediately and only nodded. “I am, and I thank ye, but I’ll be shaving all the same. I want to—to be presentable for my wife,” he said formally, not meeting my eye either. He started to say something else, but then stood quite suddenly and brushed crumbs off his hands as he walked around the table, making for the kitchens. “I willna be long, I swear it.” 

I jumped to my feet, violently enough that my head spun. “Jamie, wait, I—” but I stopped, my mouth working vainly before I shut it again. He was looking down at me expectantly, with a hint, I thought, of a keen anxiety in his own eye. 

My mouth was slack. I didn’t bloody know how to say it. Well, no, I did

You don’t HAVE to have sex with me tonight, Jamie, if you don’t want to. 

I DO want to have sex with you—want it a great fucking deal, in fact— 

….but I’m also TERRIFIED of it—Almost more terrified than I’ve EVER been at the prospect of going to a man’s bed…And it will be next to impossible to explain why and it will likely make you angry or sad or both and so I shall avoid it like the plague…

….and even though I just said you don’t HAVE to have sex with me, on some ridiculous, vain level, I honestly don’t know what I’ll do if somehow you DON’T want me, or if you can’t find me sexually attractive or—

Before I could voice any of this, he stepped directly in front of me, took my face in his hands and kissed me. I’m here, the kiss said. 

And then he dropped a hand to my hip and pulled me tight—gently, but nonetheless firmly—against him, so I could feel— 


He nodded and gave the tiniest smile.

I blinked, taken aback. “How do you bloody do that? STILL??”

“I’m none so verra decrepit, Sassenach.” The corner of his mouth twitched in that way that still drove me wild. “And as for how, if ye dinna ken the process by now, I’m none so verra—”

“Not that,” I groaned, laughing but completely serious. “How can you still know exactly what I’m thinking?”

He quieted and took a pace back, studying me, though thank God he didn’t let go my waist. “Ye think just because we were apart these twenty years, I stopped thinking of ye?” 

That startled me. “Well, no, Jamie, of course not, but—” 

“Not just about ye,” he clarified. “Thinking of ye as though we were speaking to one another, throughout the day, throughout the years…..What ye’d say in a conversation that was wearying to me….What your face would have done in seeing some sight or other at my side…..When—whether—ye’d laugh or only roll your bonny eyes when I made a joke….” He cupped my cheek. “… And picturing always how your truth would ever be in plain sight on that face for me to find. Ye’ve kept me company, these twenty years, Sassenach, whether ye willed it or no’. Naught but a lonely man’s pitiful longings, true, but ye stayed wi’ me.” He swallowed, his voice going still more hoarse as he finished, “And I’ve been given a gift this day to learn that my pale imitation was a true image, Claire….for you’re exactly as I recall. I ken ye like I ken the sound of my own voice.” The last was a whisper. “STILL.

I dipped my head so he couldn’t see that I was trying not to cry. 

He brought my chin back up and kissed me softly, kissed my closed, tear-straining eyes and my brow and my temple, before whispering in my ear and pulling me once more against him. “And aye, Sassenach…I want ye.”

And that meant a great deal, I reflected, watching his long hair swishing behind him as he disappeared down the corridor to the scullery. It was one great weight off my mind, the weight of vanity and fretfulness over the body. While I chided myself for its foolishness, it had NOT been a meaningless burden in honest reality. Hadn’t getting Joe Abernathy’s sworn statement regarding my sexual attractiveness been (absurdly, I grant you) one of my pre-requisites for deciding to find Jamie at all? 

Yes, Jamie wanted me, and Lord knew I wanted him back. 

But could we truly be one again, in that way that had changed everything all those years ago? We might, in some abstract sense, yes, for whatever it was between us it was still there; but in looking at the bald facts and making a clinical assessment, was I still able to supply my half of us, and all that it entailed? Was I still ‘me’ enough to love him, truly love him, body and soul?  

I honestly don’t know. 

That honest admission had the seams of my heart—so new, so fragile—aching. Anxiety and dread and shame in myself dogged me in every lonely step up to our empty chamber.  

Just touch me, Jamie. And forgive me if I fall apart. 

A Kingsman and Statesman Affair

Pairing/Characters: Eggsy Unwin/“Galahad” x Reader/“Moonshine”, Merlin, Statesmen, OFC “Cheska Aragon”, OFC “Senator Ascott”
Warnings: Beginning of smut but no explicit smut, blood, violence, angst, assumed character death, kidnapping
Summary: When a Statesman and Kingsman work together, all seems to be a success but when a mission fails and a Statesman goes down, one Kingsman feels like he loses everything.
Word Count: 2.4k+


Originally posted by trycreativitybitch

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bts reaction to their kid asking how babies are made

this was so fun to write lmao, i probably laughed at my own jokes for a good five minutes??,,, i also stole one of the jokes from liza koshy bc she’s my actual mom? 

thank you sm to @mymisstina for requesting this! i hope you enjoy!  ♡ ♡


You would probably be cuddling on the couch with your kid, Jin on the other end. He’d be telling some dumb pun he found on the internet five minutes prior, and of course, your child would die laughing, even though he didn’t understand it, his dad’s laugh would be the trigger to the little boy’s giggles. The only issue, the pun Jin made was about kids were made (which was a topic you both avoided at all costs). 

“Mommy, how are babies made?” Your face would turn beet red, while Jin had the biggest smirk on his face. “Well, daddy has a plug, and mommy has an outlet. When mom looks especially ho-” His sentence would basically be interrupted by you flinging a pillow at his face. 

Anyway, mommy has a plug, daddy has an outlet, sparks fly!”

Originally posted by bwiseoks


Your son usually didn’t cause you much stress. Like his father, he was generally quiet (occasionally as crazy as his father) and didn’t run around causing trouble. So when the question of how babies were made popped up, it was safe to say you and Yoongi were surprised. You exchanged multiple looks, trying to telepathically decide who was going to answer.


Your eyes bulged out of your head, mentally cursing at Yoongi. He had a calm look on his face like he wasn’t affected at all by the answer he gave. “What’s sex?”

You scooped your child up from your couch, bringing him to his room. You were sat in there with him for a good hour, struggling to explain that his dad was actually insane and that sex wasn’t a concept that existed. After that, all your son knew was that he was brought to your doorstep by a large bird.

Originally posted by yoongiyi


“Daddy, how are babies made?”

Your little girl was definitely a handful at times, like her father, she was extremely loud and full of energy. You and Hoseok had absolutely no idea how she thought of the question, or why she decided she wanted to ask. It was a conversation you didn’t think you needed to have until she was older but at four years old, she was extremely intelligent.

Hoseok had no clue how to answer the question, and you were too amused by the look on his face to even think about helping him out. “Uh, well- we found you under a bridge. Yeah, we found you under a bridge. With trolls!”

It was safe to say your daughter ran out of the room crying, screaming that she would never talk to you or Hoseok ever again. It was also safe to say Hoseok slept on the couch that night.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


“You never told me how I was made, daddy”.

Namjoon practically sprinted out of the room when your daughter blurted out the sentence. Fortunately, you caught hold on his sweater and pulled him back to his seat at the table. “Go on, Joonie. Explain,” he could basically hear the smirk on your face. 

Namjoon cleared his throat a total of six times before talking. “You’re stalling.” The glare towards you was menacing but made you laugh nonetheless. “Well, your mommy and I love you very much and- you’re adopted.”

You choked on your pizza at his reply. Your daughter was on the verge of tears, who wouldn’t be when their father tells them that they’re not their real kid? “Namjoon!”

“This is why you don’t ask me things!”

Originally posted by rapnamu


Jimin was the sweetest father and husband anyone could ever ask for. His patience was extremely high, and he treated your daughter with so much love. It was no surprise when he gave your daughter the purest and sweetest answer to her question. Your heart almost melted.

“When two people love and trust each other enough, they like to show each other how much they really do love them. We decided we wanted to and after nine months you popped out! Now we have another person to show all our love to!” 

After that response, you decided you wanted to show Jimin just how much you loved him, which he appreciated very much. 

Originally posted by jikookshandshake


It’s no secret that Taehyung is amazing with kids, but with awkward situations, not so much. Whenever you two were in an uncomfortable situation, Taehyung always counted on you to get him out of it. 

But he was on his own this time. 

You were busy with work and Taehyung was left alone with your adorable, but way too curious son. They were calmly playing with your son’s stuffed animals, but of course, that didn’t last long. “How was I made?”

At first, Taehyung didn’t understand what the hell that meant. “What do you mean?”

“How was I made, daddy? How are babies made?”

He so desperately wished you were there with him to save him from the whole situation. He hadn’t thought about it before, he didn’t expect the question to be asked so early. He also thought you were going to do all the talking.

“We got you in the mailbox.”

Originally posted by toughchim


Jungkook freaked out when your child asked the both of you this question. “Where did she learn that? Why is she asking? Is this what preschool is doing to her?”

Tons of questions, to which you also didn’t know the answer to.

“Dude, one question at a time please!”

Jungkook spent ten minutes running around your house trying to find a clean pair of pants before running out of your home. He found the situation very awkward and just decided that he wanted no part in it, leaving you to do all the work.

You’d later find out that he escaped to Jin’s house- only to end up in another one of his famous arguments with the eldest. “Jungkook”, you’d yell at him through the phone. “You better get your ass home before I cut your tiny little pe-”

“I am not coming home until she forgets about that! It took me a year to get the balls to say I wanted to have sex with you, how do I explain that to a four-year old?”

Originally posted by phanunicorn

#51 Milkshake and Concert Tickets (Harry Styles)

Summary: The one where Y/N makes killer milkshakes, and Harry is a little sad.

Snippet: “You know, I make an awesome Belgium chocolate milkshake which is amazing for heart breaks,” I looked up to meet the eyes of the cafe girl wiping glasses. 24/7 this cafe remained open, this girl looked around my age, was it even safe for her?

“Who said I had a heartbreak?” I asked, keeping my voice a little different. I wasn’t in shape to be Harry Styles just this moment.

“It’s killer for midnight blues even,” She said, stocking the glasses back on the shelves.

“It’s extra calories.”

“You’ll burn em,” She laughed. Did she know who I was? I was glad she wasn’t focusing it on that, at least.

“I’d love one.” I saw her work around the shop. Putting one scoop of ice cream, then another, milk, then sugar - I’d need an extra session at the gym tomorrow.

“There you go,” she placed the heavenly looking glass in front of me. God, it’s amazing.

“It’s good,” I nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” She took a seat at the counter and opened her book. Something something…empire.

“What is that book about?” I asked.

“Oh, Britain and its colonies.” She said, taking a sip of the coffee in her glass.

“Of how great it was?” I laughed.

“How it became great by ruining everything else,” I shut up.


“Harry, I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what happened to me. It just..happened. And, I’m so so ashamed of myself.” This is how I was still awake at 4 AM. I’m confused if it was an involuntary decision of accepting to meet her in a coffee shop after midnight or there was something left between us.

“Please say something, Harry!” I tried to get myself incognito. I figured the black hoodie and the track pants hid me and my emotion burning inside pretty well in the mirror. “I know you’re mad at me. I know you hate me right now. But,” I wanted to hit her. I wanted to take her to the top floor and push her from there. She did the same to my heart. “It wasn’t technically even cheating, Harry,”

“How many types of cheating are there? You had your tongue pretty much down his throat, his hands on your bare ass, both naked. That pretty much is cheating.” I tried controlling my tears. Crying wasn’t good, crying made you look weak. It didn’t matter if you thought that maybe crying was relieving, refreshing, the world saw it as weak. She saw it as weak.

“We weren’t even together, Harry!” Fuck. Of course. Because I didn’t ask if she’d be mine officially. All the dates, messages, late nights, kisses, fuck.

“Why are we having this discussion then?” I asked. Before she could say anything else, “Just go.” She is leaving. Last chance. Should I? Would I want to stop her? …No.

This is the fourth one, Harry. The last one had a problem with the term girlfriend, the one before that with fame, the one before that found me too available. Shit, shouldn’t bang my head on the table. It hurts now.

“You know, I make an awesome Belgium chocolate milkshake which is amazing for heart breaks,” I looked up to meet the eyes of the cafe girl wiping glasses. 24/7 this cafe remained open, this girl looked around my age, was it even safe for her?

“Who said I had a heartbreak?” I asked, keeping my voice a little different. I wasn’t in shape to be Harry Styles just this moment.

“It’s killer for midnight blues even,” She said, stocking the glasses back on the shelves.

“It’s extra calories.”

“You’ll burn ‘em,” She laughed. Did she know who I was? I was glad she wasn’t focusing it on that, at least.

“I’d love one.” I saw her work around the shop. Putting one scoop of ice cream, then another, milk, then sugar - I’d need an extra session at the gym tomorrow.

“There you go,” she placed the heavenly looking glass in front of me. God, it’s amazing.

“It’s good,” I nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” She took a seat at the counter and opened her book. Something something…empire.

“What is that book about?” I asked.

“Oh, Britain and its colonies.” She said, taking a sip of the coffee in her glass.

“Of how great it was?” I laughed.

“How it became great by ruining everything else,” I shut up.

With half my drink down, “Can I ask you something?” She looked around wondering if there was anyone else she was talking to.

“Sure,” She closed her book.

“Why are you working so late at night? It’s not exactly very safe.”

“Before you get any ideas, I will warn you that I’m a black belt, and I can slap real hard.” She said with a straight face and then giggled. I took a deep breath, smiling a bit. Could she see, under my hoodie? “Well, I was free this month because my UNI gives time off for writing my dissertation. So, I took the night shift and changed my sleeping schedule.”

“A lot of trouble for a night shift?” I questioned.

“It pays more, and I needed the money,” She smiled.

“Paying for the UNI?” I asked. I was seriously blessed.

“Umm no,” She shook her head. “Parents got that covered. It’s for my own interests.”

I smiled, taking my hoodie off, watching if her smile changed. It didn’t, “Tell me more,” She laughed.

“Well, you see there is a concert this month, and this girl at school, she can’t go, and she is selling her ticket. I want to buy it. But, I just feel too guilty asking my parents to pay £150 for a concert ticket so, I plan to use my daily pocket money and then, cover up my daily expenses from this job. I will actually come out with more money in the end so, it isn’t a bad deal.” She said, the last thinking more to herself.

“The concert is that important?”

“It’s my dream! I’ve waited seven years to see him perform live. In person live, cause Media just doesn’t do it. It’ll be my first big star concert as well. Plus, he is a brilliant performer so, this late night is worth it.” She looked at me with big eyes of excitement, “Do you want me to make you another one?”

I looked at the glass. A double extra lesson at the gym it is, “Yes, please. It is magic.”

“I told you.” She got working.

“So, when are you writing your dissertation?” I asked.

“I’m trying to in the afternoon and the evening. Unfortunately, London made me a morning person, but it’s all about habit. I have all my material set now, so I just have to get typing.” She kept talking while making the milkshake. It was 5 AM.

“Hello, could I get to Cappuccino’s to go, please.” A lady came in, and I put my hoodie back on.

“Of course, late night flight?” She asked.

“A little too late. My husband’s fanatic as well. Three hours before the flight is mania!” The woman laughed.

“Oh no,” The girl shook her head so, easily conversing with strangers. “I have an uncle who took us five hours before, and the flight got delayed. Your husband is an angel!”

“Five hours! What did you do?” She asked.

“Oh, we ate and talked. Do look for the sleeping benches. They’re located closer to the boarding area. We discovered ‘em too late. There you go, two Cappuccinos!” The lady gave her the money, and some extra tip in the jar.

“I will look for the sleeping chairs first!” the woman laughed.

“Have a safe flight!” The girl waved, so cheerful at 5 AM. “Your milkshake is almost ready! What were we talking about?”

“It’s your first concert?” I asked, shocked a bit.

“Oh yeah! You see, not technically cause, I have gone for the local bands before, but this one is the huge one. I always found the ticket money too obscene. Back home and, here as well. I just can’t give this one up.”

“It’s a dream,” I remembered as she placed the second glass in front of me.

“It is!” She went back to washing everything and keeping it in place while I devoured my shake. “It is like one of those things that you know is too expensive, but you just can’t let it go. Not that I couldn’t afford it,” She was talking a bit to herself too, “but, my parents are paying an obscene amount for College, and it is my post graduation, and then living in London isn’t cheap. And, it’s my obsession. I can’t waste their money on it. If it was my money, it was money well spent, but it isn’t. I’m hoping it’s worth it, at least. He is said to be an angel on stage.”

“Who is this person you’re talking about? Ed Sheeran, umm who else is performing -”

“What time is it?” she looked at the clock. “5:30, well my shift gets over at 6 so, if you want another shake, tell me now!”

“What do you put in this shake? It’s so calming.” I leaned my head back. My heartache seemed to just escape in this ecstasy.

“It works for me, as well! It’s the chocolate, I feel!” She laughed.

“Oh wait, let me pay up since, you’re finalising accounts,“I said, taking out my wallet and giving her a card. She didn’t say anything after she saw my name even. I hardly had such interactions these days.

“There you go,” She gave the card back.

“You know working at night isn’t so bad either. You get to know so many stories. Just yesterday, I had this old woman who came in with a picture of her husband. She ordered for two butterscotch ice creams and kept one for herself, and one in front of the picture. She told me that this was the only memory she had of him that she could remember. Late night butterscotch ice cream to make the memory a little clearer. Like wiping a foggy glass with every bite. I write stories, it’s what I want to do in future as well. You find something new every night.” She smiled, with a dreamy look on her face.

“I really hope that concert is the best night of your life,” I said. Finding a sudden calm to my heart as well.

“I hope too. He never disappoints. I hope it is as magical as that milkshake,” She said with a look of positive belief.

“I’m not late! I know I’m not late!” The door banged open, and we both turned to see an older woman coming in.

“You’re not! You still have five minutes!” The girl laughed.

“Oh thank god! And please sleep when you get home! And, quit the job at the studio! Or quit this one! I’m worried about you! When do you sleep, when do you study! It’s LSE, you can’t give them shit. And when do you eat!” The woman kept talking to herself as she went inside.

“You work two jobs?” I looked at her with wide eyes.

“Just this month, it’s an expensive ticket!” She shrugged smiling.

“You study at LSE?” I asked.

“Yep.” The woman came back, “I’ve set everything to go, so there is not much to do. The truck will arrive in a while so, you’ll have to restock.” She picked up her jacket and her bag. “Are you sure I can’t get you anything else?” She asked, again and I just shook my head. “Well, it was lovely meeting you!” She nodded and walked off.

“Hey!“I called out as she pulled the Cafe door. "You didn’t answer my question.” She frowned, tilting her head, “Who is the artist?”

“Oh, I just served two magical milkshakes to him. Lovely meeting you, Mr Styles!” She smiled and closed the door, behind her. I took a seat, just shocked.

“Y/N” Maria called me as I entered the shop for my night shift. I hope I didn’t screw anything up since my last work boss was cross with me today. “That guy you like, Harry Styles. He dropped this letter for you. Asked your name and everything. Two girls sitting here went absolutely crazy and then, I realised.

Shocked and a little ecstatic, I took the envelope from her hand. It was in his official paper and his handwriting!

Dear Y/N,

Attached behind are two concert tickets, front row to my show here in London.
I hope you have more magical nights in this city, just like that milkshake. I’ll take care of this one.

Thank you for ‘em,

Please tell me what you think about this?




bells - pt. II

pt. I | pt. II

“Evans, can you give birth already?”

“Why is he here?” asked Lily to her husband who was watching Sirius and her bicker with a grin on his face.

“His mother finally kicked him out of that shit hole,” replied James. “That’s why.”

“I’m nine months pregnant,” she complained. “Don’t I get a say in who stays in my house?”

“I just need a proper reason to go back to that florist,” explained Sirius as he kneeled next to the sofa where Lily was lying down. “Prongslet, I don’t want to rush you but Uncle Padfoot is in love. Help me.”

“Okay Sirius, I know you are not the brightest one in the batch but,” teased Lily and Sirius’ eyebrow shot up in mere seconds. “Why can’t you just lie? That was never a problem for you.”

“I don’t want a relationship built on lies with my future husband.”

“Dear God,” sighed Lily as she let her head fall to the back. “You are an idiot. You’ve been in love with like five different people in the past six months.”

“You don’t understand,” shot back Sirius. “You should have seen him. He’s tall and has these sandy locks and his hair is such a mess and he was wearing this baggy sweater and his hands were so gentle with that stupid rose and he has these warm brown eyes–”

“Pads,” laughed James. “Breathe, mate.”

“All I’m saying is,” Sirius stopped to take a breath. “If you could just give birth, all of my problems and your problems will be solved.”

“Yeah Black, as if giving birth is as easy as shitting.”

“You kiss my best friend with that mouth?” teased Sirius with a smirk. 

“Oh, fuck off,” answered Lily with a tired laugh and curled up on the sofa as much as she can for a small nap. She was always so tired lately but that probably had something to do with the fact that there was a human growing inside her. James and Sirius went to the kitchen to let the lady with a baby sleep in peace.

“Where’s Pete?” asked Sirius.

“I don’t know,” shrugged James. “He is been in full panic mode since he found out Lily is due around this week.”

“JAAAAAAAAAAMES!” yelled Lily, her voice cracking a little bit.

“Yes babe?”

“Food is ready,” she said and Sirius looked at James with a confused look on his face. “Seems, ARGH, Sirius got what he wanted.”

“What foo- What?!

“Shit,” cursed James and ran towards the door. “The baby is coming.”

“The baby??” shouted Sirius in response and ran to the living room right after James. 

“Pads, go get the bag from upstairs and I will help Lily to the car,” ordered James. “Call Peter and I’ll call the in laws.”

“On it!”

James helped Lily walk to the car and Sirius came back with the bag and Lily’s pillow in mere seconds. They were on the way when Sirius decided to call Peter.



“What the fuck is going on there Pads?” asked Peter with a scared voice.

“The baby is coming,” explained Sirius and turned around to check on Lily. “Lils short breaths. Come on. Huh huh huh. One, two, three, one, two, you’re doing amazing.”

“Th– the baby?” queried Peter in amazement.

“I will murder him,” interrupted Lily. “Fucking Wormy is afraid of pregnant women. If he doesn’t c–ARGH!”

“She is in a lot of pain at the moment,” he clarified to Peter. “Continue Lils, one, two, three. Now, Peter you get your ass over here right now or so help me God I will punch you.”

“Okay, shit,” mumbled Peter on the other end. “Everyone’s a bit on the edge, eh?”

“A human is going to come out of the redhead, so yes we are all a bit on the edge arsehole.”

“Alright, alright,” surrendered Peter. “Now hang up the phone and I’ll meet you guys there.”

When they got to the hospital, Peter was waiting there with ice cold water in his hand which made Lily smile. Peter looked relieved that she didn’t get angry at him again. It was so chaotic that Sirius had stopped thinking about the florist. 

“So,” began Lily completely out of breath from the pain she was feeling. “When are you getting me my flowers?”

“When you are not in pain anymore,” smiled Sirius and Lily squeezed his hand a little bit too tight at that moment. “Woman, you are strong.”

“I think she broke something,” winced Peter. He was holding her other hand while James was walking up and down, delivering the news to everyone he knows.   

“Oh, the both of you stop complaining!” scolded Lily, her cheeks as red as her hair. “Just imagine someone is kicking you repeatedly in the balls, what would you do?”

“Cry,” said Peter with a disgusted look on his face.

“Definitely cry,” added Sirius with a soft laughter. He had been expecting this baby as much as the Potters. He had already bought him ridiculous amount of toys and clothes and he couldn’t wait until he held the baby in his arms.

“Where the bloody hell is my husband?” asked Lily with a eyebrow raised, that was never a good sign.

“I’ll go get him,” babbled Peter and ran of as fast as he could having found a reason the get his hand free from Lily’s grip.

“Are you ready to be a godfather, Black?”

“I was born ready, Evans,” he replied as he slowly played with her auburn hair. “We are going to be one amazing family.”

“Yes we are,” smiled Lily and in a few minutes her and James left for the delivery room. Sirius could barely contain himself and Peter looked like he was about to faint from the tension of it all. They had to wait for what seemed like a year before James came out with a grin bigger than himself on his face.

Harry James Potter,” he announced proudly. “The most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.”

The parents were in a frenzy of their own but Sirius’ first instinct was to go and hug his best friend. Nine months they had waited for this and finally baby Potter was here. The hours they spent talking about his name, what his eyes would be like and all the hardship Lily and James went through came down to a seven pound human. Sirius didn’t know if he would have kids of his own but he knew Harry would be just as important to him as his own child.

“Now they both have to rest but I reckon you’ll be able to see him in an hour,” he said as he patted Sirius on the back and got a hug from Peter. 

“I’ll go to see my wife and my baby now if you’ll excuse me,” smiled James and went away again. 

Now that he knew everyone was okay, his mind was already working on what he will do tomorrow at the flower shop. Maybe he could learn the florist’s name or maybe even talk to him.  All of this mayhem made him a little tired so he got lost in his daydreams until James took them to see Harry. The moment he held the small bundle in his arms, he knew life would never be the same again but what he didn’t know was that when the bells above the flower shop’s door rand again, he wouldn’t be the same either.   


Harry and Draco sat in the living room late one night, waiting for their daughter to come home. It was 10:57 PM, and her curfew was 11:00 PM sharp. Since coming home from school last spring, she had spent most of her time at her boyfriends house, rarely being home during the daytime, and just barely making it home for her curfew. 

Looking up from his book, Draco tapped on his husbands shoulder and gestured to the clock on the wall, “If she’s even a second late then she’s grounded.”

“Draco, come on. He’s her first love after all. I’m not exactly happy that we haven’t seen her for more than an hour all summer but she’s so happy.”

“I didn’t say I was against her being in love. I’m against her turning into a snobby 16 year old who thinks she knows everything, is disrespectful to her fathers, and barely makes it home for her curfew each night. Have you been able to talk to her for more than 5 minutes without her rolling her eyes or arguing with you?”

“Well no, but–” 

“Exactly! I’m quite sick of it to be honest. I don’t think we’re handling this the right way, and look at that! It’s 11:03. Where is she? She knows the rules!”


“I don’t know that I’m even all that fond of the boy to be honest. They haven’t had sex, right?! Do you think they have?!” Draco was starting to get more and more upset the longer he talked.

“I don’t know, I haven’t exactly been able to sit down with her and talk about it.” Harry groaned. 

“Well does she understand that she is NOT to be doing that?! She is WAY too young for that!” Draco spat out. 

“Listen love, take a breath. Might I remind you that it’s possible that she’s taking after her father and he too lost his virginity at a young age.” Harry smirked at Draco.

“That’s not funny Harry! We need to talk to her. I swear if she has already had–”

“You’ll what? What could you possibly do Draco? Our best option is to sit down and try to understand her. Not just push her further away.” 

The two men went back to silence, Draco was furious that she had missed her curfew, he was tapping his foot and pretending to read his book. Harry had never been the disciplinarian in the family, Draco had always stepped up to that role. He almost always felt like he was trying to calm Draco down rather than parent their children. 

They sat in the living room awake until Lily came home at 1:03 AM, she tried to be quiet and sneak past them.

“Lily Malfoy-Potter get in here this instant!” Draco hissed. 

“Oh hey Dads. Sorry I’m late, lost track of time.” Lily laughed and then started to turn away. 

“Late?! Young lady do you even know what time it is?! You have absolutely no right to miss your curfew, we have been worried sick! Sit down!” Draco yelled. 

“Draco, love…you’re going to wake the boys.” Harry tenderly reminded him. 

At a slightly lowered volume he glared at Lily, “This has gotten so far out of hand Lily. We’ve seen you for all of five minutes this summer. Explain what the hell is going through your mind?! All you do is disrespect us, leave whenever you please, and do whatever you want! We raised you much better than that. You are NOT to see him again, you are grounded until further notice.”

“WHAT? Dad you can’t do that!” Lily looked desperately at Harry, hoping that he would oppose or say something different. The kids always looked to Harry when Draco was telling them off. 

Harry sighed and tried to keep his voice calm, “Lil…just talk to us. You have to understand where we’re coming from. Up until your return from Hogwarts this year we have always had a great relationship with you. You’re never the one we have had to worry about…we just see you trying to grow up too fast, and we miss you. Why does it seem that everything has changed?”

“Dads, that’s not even fair. Look I’m sorry I slipped up, I won’t be late again.” Lily crossed her arms and looked from Draco to Harry and back, “Can I just go to bed? Thomas is picking me up early tomorrow and I need sleep.”

“Did you not listen to a thing I said?! You are grounded! No further discussion!” Draco looked like his head was about to explode, he looked at Harry and took a deep breath. “Lily…why are you being like this? What happened to our little girl?” Harry could tell he was trying so hard to be patient. 

“I’m not your little girl anymore! God. This is why I hate coming home, you never understand me! You can’t ground me for wanting to be with my boyfriend!”

“Lily we are not grounding you for wanting to be with him, but there’s absolutely no good reason why you need to be with him all day, every day, until the middle of the night! There’s nothing good that can possibly come from that. And while we’re at it, I think we should talk about some rules that we’re setting up.”

“Rules?!” Lily looked horrified.

“You are not to be alone with him anymore. I don’t want you to be out with him and making mistakes that you are too young to make. You can give me that look all you want, but you don’t need to be out with him this late, it’s only going to lead to bad things.” Draco was still furious with her, and unfortunately Harry agreed that this had gone on for too long. 

“Dad! This is such rubbish! What could we possibly be doing that gives you the right to be such an ass?!”

Draco looked like he was about to lose it. Harry gave a silent muttering and sealed the living room with a silencing spell, “THE RIGHT? WE ARE YOUR FATHERS! WE HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO SET RULES!” Draco yelled. 

“YOU CAN’T TELL ME I CAN’T SEE HIM!” Lily shouted back. 

“BOTH OF YOU STOP!” Harry pulled Draco back down to sitting on the couch. “Now, we need to have a calm discussion. This is not going to fix anything, we need to talk productively. Lily,” he turned to face his daughter again, “What your father is trying to say is that we are concerned. This isn’t like you, we want to make sure that you are not trying to be…older than you are. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“No.” Lily snarled.

“Your father and I spent some time talking…and we feel that you are too young to be having sex. We know you–”

“Seriously?!” She cut him off and stood up.

“Sit down this instant!” Draco yelled again. Lily reluctantly sat down again but refused to look at either of them. 

“Lily.” Harry said as calmly as possible. “Please talk to us.”

“Fine, if you really want to know where I was tonight, I was with Thomas’ parents. They’re so normal.  I haven’t been home because I am so sick of all your rules, I’m sick of feeling like the boys all get special treatment because they’re perfect, and I’m always the one that gets in trouble. Stupid James and Scorpius are always getting top marks in school, Al is your golden boy, and who am I?! I’m just the daughter that is all alone, and for the first time I’m FINALLY HAPPY because at least I’m spending time with a NORMAL FAMILY! I NEVER EVEN ASKED FOR TWO DADS!” Lily screamed at the top of her lungs. 

“GO TO YOUR ROOM!” Draco screamed right back. 

“FINE!” She stormed out of the room, not bothering to look back as she ran up the stairs and loudly slammed her door. 

Both Draco and Harry were at a loss of what to do or say. Draco sank onto the couch, Harry moved so that he could be in Draco’s arms. They sat without talking for what felt like forever. Finally, Harry spoke. 

“Draco…I’ll talk to her in the morning. It has to be hard for her to not have a mother. We knew when we had a girl that the day would come where she might feel differently about us.” 

“What happened to our little girl, Harry? She was always the one who would want to hear the story about how we fell in love. She’s never, not once hated the fact that she has been raised by two men.” Draco put his head in his right hand, using the other to hold Harry’s left and twirl the ring around his finger. They continued to lay together, not sure of what they were supposed to be doing.

The next morning Harry walked into the kitchen to find Lily sitting alone and eating breakfast, “Hi.”

“Hi Dad.” Lily looked down at her bowl, then looked back up at Harry, looking worried, “I’m…I’m sorry. For what I said last night. I didn’t mean it at all, it was really awful.” She looked down again. 

Harry moved over and pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry.” She cried again. “I just didn’t know how to come talk to you guys about everything and when I came home and started spending more time with Thomas the easier it was to just avoid feeling so…so guilty. You know that I love you and Dad. Sometimes I just see everyone else with a Mom who totally gets them and I just want that. I feel like I can’t talk to you and Dad about some stuff. I’m sorry.”

“Lil…it’s okay. I know it’s probably hard, especially because you don’t have anyone to share that with, you have your brothers but I imagine that’s not the same.” Harry gave her another hug and kissed the top of her head. “We love you so much, and I know that having two Dad’s isn’t always easy…so I’m sorry.”

“No, please don’t apologize Dad. I mean I know I said some awful stuff last night but…having two Dads is so amazing. I love your story. I love that you guys are so perfect for each other. And I see the way that Dad looks at you. He loves you more than anything…when I was little he would tuck me in and tell me that you were his knight in shining armour, that you saved him.” Lily smiled up at Harry, “I feel like I have that…with Thomas.”

Harry smiled, “I think we both saved each other. And that’s amazing, Lil. I’m glad you have that…” He hesitated before asking, “Have you…Do we need to talk about protection and being safe?” 

“Dad, gross. Come on.”

“I’m serious Lil…are you being safe? I know it’s not realistic to tell you that you can’t make your own decisions, but we want to make sure that you’re being safe.”

“Yeah…we’re being safe Dad, I promise. If I promise to never give you a reason to worry can we never have this talk again?”

“We’ll see. When your father gets up I want you to apologize to him though.”

“I will…I know I got out of hand last night, I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay, we just love you.”

Draco then walked into the room, shocked to see Lily already up so early. “Dad!” Lily let go of Harry and ran over to Draco and giving him a hug. Draco returned the hug and wrapped her tightly. “I’m so sorry Dad. I didn’t mean any of it.” She buried her head into Draco’s chest, Harry smiled as he looked at his husband. Draco was an amazing father, and seeing him with the kids always reminded Harry that he was so in love. After nearly 18 years of parenting alongside him, Draco still made Harry’s heart flutter in how great he could be. 

“It’s alright Lil, I’m sorry too. Things got a little out of hand last night…I’m assuming you two worked out a few things?” Draco looked at Harry who nodded and walked over and stole his husband into a hug. “We did. I was thinking it might be nice if Thomas came over for dinner tonight, if you’re up for it Lil?” 

“Yeah totally…is it okay if I go get some breakfast with him? Please Dad? I promise we’ll only be gone for a couple hours. We can even come back and play games with you guys after! Please?” Lily pleaded.

“…Fine.” Draco smiled and hugged her again. There was a knock at the door and the three of them walked over and opened the door to find Thomas standing there. 

“Hello sir, oh. uhm…sirs.” Thomas reached out a hand that neither of them shook. He stood awkwardly, both men looking at him with a cold stare. 

“Dads, come on.” Lily was standing between them and she nudged them both.

Harry smiled, “Good morning son, would you like to come in?” 

“Oh, actually…we’re going to be late for our reservations but…would after work?” 

Draco reached out his hand and when Thomas reached out to shake it he pulled him in closer, “Never bring her home late again.” Draco smiled and said louder, “Have fun Lil!” before stepping back and going back to holding Harry’s hand. Thomas nodded in a way that showed both Draco and Harry that he understood.

“Thanks Dad,” Lily rolled her eyes and gave Draco an extra tight hug and whispered, “Don’t worry Dad…I’ll always be your little girl.” <3


Authors Note: I am honestly running out of ideas on what to write about for Shawn, I do not know what scenarios you guys would like to read. But, here is Daddy!Shawn, it is kinda cute. 

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I am not sure who asked me to tag them when I post tea-party Shawn, I am starting to think it was all a dream bc everybody is telling me it wasn’t them.  So, I am just going to give a small shout out. Here are some lovelies that have allowed me to blow their messages up with things. 

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Since the moment he casted his eyes on her Zinnwaldite Brown eyes, he was hooked— there was nothing else in the world more important than the baby girl swaddled in his arms—her pastel pink blanket wrapped around her tiny little body.

From the moment Valerie Anne arrived in the world on December 13th, weighing 7lbs, he did everything possible to keep her happy, from driving around at three in the morning to get her to sleep for a few hours, to cradling her on his chest late at night while she stays wide-eyed and cooing.

It’s no surprise when you find the two of them taking naps, cuddled up on the couch, or in the king size bed, he is always making sure to spend as much time as possible with his three-year-old, the word no never being able to fall from his lips.

Not when it comes to the hickory eyes of hers, that shine up at him on a daily basis.

When you step into the peaceful house, you assume the two of them are taking a nap somewhere, cuddled together, your little girl safely secure in her Daddy’s arms.

It’s when you overhear soft giggles coming from upstairs that you become curious as to what the two of them are up to.

You climb the stairs with a smile, the chuckles getting heavier, Shawn’s own laughs echoing lightly.

You unobtrusively make your way towards her bedroom, peeking your head into the room to see what is causing the snickers. The moment you observe your husband and little girl sitting on the floor, surrounded by teddy bears and the small tea-set, your heart flutters with joy.

The tea party is her favourite pass time, she would spend hours playing tea-party with you if you’d allow her to.

There have been so many times when Shawn has been on a tour and you have spent hours playing tea-party, just to keep her calm and not set on wanting to call daddy every five minutes.

“Mr.Snuggles, it’s very nice tea.” Shawn lightly glides his hand over one of the numerous teddy bears head.

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❝ I’ve to thank We Got Married ❞

Plot: You and Jaebum were a “fake” couple on We Got Married. You two were filming and he was waiting for you into a coffe shop. It’s started to rain and you became all wet; Because of the script he couldn’t take care of you the way he wanted to, you secretly love each other; and after you were done, you two decided to stay alone and with his warm actions he gave you hints how much he cared about you.

Paring: JaebumxReader 

Words count: 2,1k+

Genre: Fluffy

For our @bulletproofself, I hope you like it cutie! M. ♥

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“Damn, damn, damn!”  

Your voice was lost in the sound of the rain, while you kept running towards the Café where you knew Jaebum was waiting for you.  

The cameras were with you, completely surprised from the sudden downpour that seemed to have affected the entire city at that time.  

“Run Y/N, run!” They continued to yell, but run without being able to see much because of rain was not easy.  

The only consolation was that soon you would have seen your “fake” husband", for whom you secretly had begun to develop feelings many weeks before.  

Now it was three months that you two took part in that program and staying in close touch with him helped you to see an awful lot about him.  

The must you know him and more your feelings grew.  

Meanwhile, he was waiting, trying to remember the script he had read earlier, starting to worry seeing the weather raging outside the small and cozy cafes.  

“She’s coming?” He asked at one of the crew and a small nod of assent reassured him slightly, although not entirely.  

It was not until the door bell, the notice that someone had just entered, to reassure him.  

For the first five seconds.  

You were standing in front of the door, dripping everywhere and being sorry to be in that condition despite your attempts to run as fast as you can.  

“Fuck… Y/N ” He swore under his breath, he didn’t want to be heard by the cameras, forcing himself to remain in place because it was what the script told him to do.  

The sincere moments in that program were few and he began to be tired, wanted to be more free. More honest, especially towards you.  

“I’m Sorry… The rain caught me off guard. ” You excused yourself, rushing toward the table and sitting in front of him, completely embarrassed.  

The blush on your cheeks was due to your outfit or at least was what you kept telling yourself mentally. The truth was that even just see him led to you the famous “butterflies in the stomach”.  

“An umbrella?” He asked, trying to stay lowkey, having to bite the inside of his cheek to ask not more.  

“Oh, Jae! The weather forecast had put nice weather. NICE. WEATHER. What do I know, huh? ” You snorted, getting off your jacket that was completely water soup; “If I were psychic, I could have predicted!”  

“Yes, okay. I order you something hot. ”  

“Shouldn’t we carry out the proof of this day?”  

“The proof of this day is to not kill each other.”  

“BUT IT’S HARD!” Your voice went up by some eighth, making the crew laugh but causing to you, albeit only mentally, a curse long few minutes.  

You hated having to pretend, you were so simple compared to the image that that program was giving you, you were afraid that Jaebum really thinks of you as an airhead girl.  

“You know that however, they ship us?”  

“Really? They can see or just pretend to be blind?” He asked upset, making a nod to the waitress who immediately came up to take his order.  

He knew your tastes, although you wouldn’t think possible, and when he ordered a latte with a sprinkle of cinnamon you don’t do anything but smile. Smile immediately framed by cameras, afraid to miss any of your reactions.  

While he ordered you tried to fix the mess that was your hair and definitely your face, but you ignored the makeup that imagined being smeared. You picked up your hair into a high bun, although some subtle strands of hair fell over your shoulders and continued to soak your shirt, just slightly moist because that had been covered by the jacket.  

“Husband?” You called him out, causing him to turn with a sigh.  

“Tell Me, Y/N”  

“Am I so horrible..?”  

“You look like a clown, look.” He gave you the sugar container, a reflective surface in metal and you had to keep from screaming. You were really a clown. “So stop saying I’m lying when I say that you snore, I always tell the truth.”  





The scream of the Director caused a wave of joy in the entire crew, which began to disassemble all the cameras and gear. A small sigh of relief left your lips, while the cold that made you company for more than two hours seemed to be your second skin. The only thing you ever wanted was to go home and take a long, hot bath.  

“Will you stay here?”  

You were ready to get up when the sweet voice of Jaebum do you froze instantly, almost glued you to the chair. If he asked you, you would have even spent all day and night with him.  

“Obviously, it makes me really happy.”  

After nearly ten minutes the crew had finally gone and you guys were totally alone. There was a change into the atmosphere, in both of you, almost as if the absence of all those people took a huge weight off your shoulders.  

“Wait..” He said, taking his jacket off and handing it out from above the table. “You must be cold, isn’t it?”  

“Hell ya, I feel like a popsicle,” You admitted, and thank him with a shy smile but refusing his jacket. “But I’m still a little damp, I don’t want to get it wet.. and my hair still dripping, I don’t know how it’s possible but they do. ”  

“Y/N don’t be stubborn.”  

“But I don’t kno–” you began to say when he got up from his chair and wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, so as to cover you completely. “It’s huge.” You whispered.  

“You’re tiny, it couldn’t get close. But it looks good on you. ”  


“You could use tea, you know?”  

“I don’t really like..”  You confessed, biting your lower lip while he was addressing a look upset to you. “What!?”  

“Thè can help you.”  

“Have I to drink it..?”  

“I just want you to warm up a bit, Y/N”  

The sweetness in his voice was able to warm you up more than any hot drink, but with a small nod you accepted his request.  

His jacket smelled good and was hot, then you tightened it savoring that little moment of calm.  

“Isn’t it warm?? Do you want me to take a sweater? Jinyoung always leaves a spare one into the car. ”  

“I’m fine Jaebum so, don’t worry. Today you’re nicer than usual. ” You pointed out, finding that loving side amazingly cute.  

“Don’t… That’s, you can get sick and I don’t want your bandmates to kill me because their leader got sick. ” Almost coughed out those words, covering his mouth with his clenched fist and making you smile amused. “Then I must bear your presence too because this week we have to record every day.”  

“Hell.. It’s true. ”  

“Did you have different programs?”  

“Honestly? I wanted to go to see my parents, I haven’t seen them in almost a year. ”  

You had lied to everyone for months, saying you saw your parents regularly, realizing only then the huge mess you were combined. His eyes had become to slightly bored, because of the shooting, a visibly worried.  

And you understood thanks to a small wrinkle had formed between his eyebrows and his mouth was folded into an annoyed scowl, that at that time you wanted to drive off with a kiss.  


“You lied to me. Last week you told me that you went to your parents on weekend ”  

“Oops…? I just don’t want to worry anyone. I’m fine… ”  

“Bullshit. Now drink your tea, then I’ll take you to the dorm. You take a hot shower, I’ll wait and then take to your parents. ”  

“In Busan?”  

“My schedule is free tomorrow. ” He admitted with a tone of defiance, folding his arms across his chest and looking into your eyes waiting for your retort.  

But you didn’t know what to say because nobody had treated you as he was doing. You stayed in silence, looking down on your hands folded on a table and only when the waitress arrived with your tea, you raised your eyes and thank her with a slight smile.  



“Sit next to me, so you’re more sheltered from gusts of wind coming from the door.” He almost ordered and slid your cup on the table, put next to his now empty.  

You looked upset, trying to decipher his behavior. “So?” He asked bossy, pointing to the spot next to him on the sofa.  

You snorted but immediately went to sit next to him, but keeping yourself a few centimeters away. You didn’t want him to get wet and especially to feel you shaking because of the cold you felt. 

“Maid?? Do you have a towel? ” He asked yelling to the waitress, who immediately nodded and returned shortly afterward with a towel itself.  

She handed it to him, you were committed to sip your tea and ignore it when your eyes were blinded and a rough fabric stroked your face.  


“Be quiet, I’m drying your hair. Let me get this rubber band… I got it. ”  

That was no longer an ordinary afternoon, it was turning into an episode of one of those dramas that you used to see at in your spare time.  

His hands were moving up on your hair, rubbing the towel and dry off your hair as best as he could. If you will get sick, even though you couldn’t have known, he wouldn’t forgive him for anything in the world.  


“Huh? I’m almost done.”  

“Can I ask you something?”  

“I’m listening, but please… Not something stupid like your usual. ” He took it playfully around, lifting your face by placing two fingers under your chin.  

Despite the towel you got to see his smile, that smile you liked so much, forget for a moment what you wanted to ask him.  

“Y/N… What did you want to ask me? ”  

“Why are you doing this?” It was your question, honest and sincere, which caused him to freeze instantly.  

He didn’t want to find himself like that but unwittingly he was acting like a guy with a huge crush.  



“I don’t want you to get sick.” He muttered shyly, avoiding your gaze and finally removing the towel.  

At that moment you looked around, there were basically just you two and the waitress in the coffee shop because the storm that continued to hit the city. And that was the perfect moment to act.  

Clutching the collar of his shirt you moved him towards you and just touched his lips, so innocent and clumsy.  

It was your first kiss and it was a simple snap of lips, but you didn’t care much. It was with Jaebum, the first guy that you were in love so for you was still perfect.  

His expression turned upside down, however, made you think to be just a fool to think he felt something for you and now working with him would be a thousand times more awkward.  

“I.. S-Sorry J-Jae..” You stammered, loosening the grip on his shirt; “I’m sorry, r-really sorry.”  


“W-Well … I didn’t mean to put you on e-embarrassment … ” Your voice was trembling, as much as you were at that time.  

You were about to leave when he leaned his hand behind your neck, into your hair now almost dry, drawing you towards him and resting his lips to yours.  

His approach was so completely different than yours. His lips were firm into yours and he took to kiss you gently but with desire.  

It seemed like his lips were longing for, as much as yours wanted the same thing.  

The kiss lasted, however, too little because, after a few seconds, you saw him get away but put his forehead against yours, without ceasing to smile even for a second.  

“I think this program will become more interesting from today.”  He blinked with an amused tone.  


“You’re not my wife actually, but my feelings are real Y/N”. He whispered, his lips grazing again yours albeit in a mild and delicate way. “I’ve to thank We Got Married then… And I thought I would totally hate my future wife. ”  

“You were lucky, Im Jaebum.”  

“Damn lucky, Y/N”.

Little Miss Adventure

Pairing: Jensen × Reader

Word Count: About 4000

This was written for Lau’s Summer Escape Challenge! @dancingalone21 this summer reached 4000 followers (a number which I am sure has grown since then)! Which is beyond amazing! Congratulations Sweetheart! You completely deserve it!

Summary: Jensen and the reader have decided to literally escape their failed relationships and drown the tension with a trip to Bali Indonesia. Having connected on the flight, they decide to get to know more of the island and more of each other.

Warnings: Language

Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time as hobby. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

Addy (@misguidedconqueress) Thank you so much! It’s great to have someone to go to for advice, to review/take a first look, and someone just to talk with. I’m so glad it is you!


You made your way up to the ticket desk, unsure why they would be calling you up. You handed your boarding pass and passport to the uniformed woman at the counter.

“I’m sorry, is there a problem?” You timidly asked.

“Not at all ma’am, you’ve been upgraded to first class.” She happily chirped back at you.

Your jaw must have hit the floor. “Um… wow, that’s amazing. No extra charge?”

“Not at all, we have extra seats available and you had the most miles.” She held back a laugh from your reaction.

“Wow… thank you. Are you sure? Thank you.” You responded still stunned.

“I mean you can pass it up if you’re not interested.” She offered.

“What? Oh no, I’ll gladly take it. Thank you.” This was going to make the 22 hour flight much more enjoyable.

You cautiously made your way to first class, expecting at any moment they were going to come running for you explaining there had been a mistake. You were guided to your seat, shocked by the amount of space. You played around with the features. The seat could practically fold into a bed, not to mention the tv that came with free movies. A lovely stewardess came around and asked if you wanted a drink but you politely rejected not wanting to know the cost.

You were ruffling through your carry on, hoping to flip through a magazine to calm your nerves in preparation for take off, when another passenger came into the seat next to you.

“Scotch when you get a minute.” He asked the stewardess.

You would know that voice anywhere. You froze in place, mind forgetting how to function. Your eyes not wanting to check to confirm if it was really him; afraid of disappointment but even more afraid of spending practically a full day in tight quarters with your celebrity crush.

You finally remembered how to breath again and returned seated up with your magazine in hand, shooting a quick glance his way. Oh yeah, it was him alright. You thought through possible scenarios, how to start up a conversation, if he’d be upset sitting next to a fan, or if you could manage to not even to say a word.

“Thank you.” He told the stewardess when she brought a glass and small bottle of scotch.  

You hadn’t seen them exchange money. “Wait, drinks are free up here?” You bluntly questioned before blushing and mentally kicking yourself in the head for those being the first words you said to him.

He softly chuckled. “New to first class?”

“Yup, getting my first class cherry popped.” Shit, you silently cursed at yourself while rubbing the bridge of your nose making your embarrassment obvious.

Jensen shook his shoulder in silent laughter. “Well, let’s mark the occasion then.” He grabbed the attention of an attendant “Two champagnes please.”

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*That* Mom - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “can you do a imagine of Jeff and Y/N where their son has friends come over and Y/N is being "that” mom??“

A/N: So I wasn’t entirely sure what "that” mum alluded to, but I guessed! Sorry I don’t really like this😂 S/N=son’s name

“What time did you say they were arriving, S/N?” His mother paced apprehensively in the kitchen, biting her fingernails.

“Like half six.” He shrugged.

“They’re late. Don’t they know that’s rude?” She finally stopped, but began tapping her foot instead. S/N rolled his eyes, not gracing her with an answer. He knew they were late, and sure it was kinda rude, but teenagers were kinda flaky, it’s just how it is.

“Stop, Y/N. This is why S/N has never had people round before.” The husband, Jeff, chuckled and rubbed her back comfortingly.

“I know.” She sighed, forefingers tentatively grasping her nose. The chime of the doorbell alerted all three Atkins’.

Y/N gulped. S/N went for the door.

“I’m such a bad mother.” She whispered to Jeff. “But our baby finally has friends.”

He rubbed her back comfortingly some more, “you’re not. Just try to keep out of their way and it’ll all be fine.”

Of course she didn’t, but he never really thought she would anyway.

Four teenagers entered, two boys and two girls. Jeff thought they looked nice enough, but he could Sense his wife was going to be nervous and check up on them every ten minutes.

“Hello!” She smiled politely, while Jeff gave a strong wave and a fatherly grunt. S/N replied with an awkward nod and the five made their way up to his room.


She’d managed to refrain for half an hour, but by now she was bursting to go up the stairs and see how they were getting on. Jeff was trying his best to restrain her, but she was stubborn.

“Yes, they’re probably hungry.” She half heartedly said to him as she was already starting on the stairs. He rolled his eyes affectionately. He loved this woman insane amounts.

Gently rapping her fingers on her sons bedroom door, Y/N listened as the murmured sounds halted. The door was opened.

“Uhhh hey mom…”

The kids were sprawled on her sons bed, laughing about with each other.

“Does anyone want any food or drinks? I was going to make some nachos for Dad and I, would you like some?”

“N-” although as S/N started to protest, one of his friends spoke up;

“That would be lovely Mrs Atkins, thank you.” The girl smiled. Feeling a sense of achievement, Y/N nodded and scurried back downstairs to make a large batch of nachos.


“Oh my god, babe, these are SO fucking good.” Jeff moaned, stuffing a large handful of cheesy nachos into his outstretched mouth. She giggled.

“Shhhh, Jeff- the kids are upstairs!”

“Teenagers swear, Y/N, and these definitely warrant it.” He spoke through his mouthful.

“I’ll let them know they’re ready.”


“These are delicious Mrs Atkins.” The boy who she’d determined as Jack nodded in delight. The others; Katherine, Ollie, and Emma- all had an equally large plateful and chewed the food as though they hadn’t eaten all day.

“You’re welcome sweetie.” She smiled at the boy. Jeff had continued to eat like a child, and although part of her wanted to scorn him for being embarrassing, he looked too adorable. She was far too in love with the man.

“So- who wants to see S/N’s baby photos?” She grinned, looking pointedly at Emma as she had noticed exchanges between her and S/N that were not dissimilar to those her and Jeff had had years before.

They all jumped at the chance as S/N groaned, and she spent the next hour lovingly embarrassing her son and bathing in the nostalgia.

“Oh, that ones me and Jeff in high school.” She grinned softly at the last photo of that album. “There wasn’t any room in the other album.”

The girls swooned; ‘you two are so cute’, 'I can’t believe you’ve been together since high school!’, and began to say ’S/N you never told us how cool your parents are!“


A few hours later, Katherine, Ollie, and Jack had left, and S/N and Emma were conversing in hushed voices on the sofa.

"Is your mum on her way, Emma?” Jeff asked kindly.

S/N opened his mouth like a fish, and stood up toward his parents.

“Can Emma stay over tonight?” He was fiddling his thumbs awkwardly, looking down at his feet. Y/N and Jeff exchanged a glance.

“I guess so.” Jeff nodded.

“Thanks guys.” S/N beamed, and just as he and Emma were making their way back up the stairs, Y/N shouted;

“Leave the door open!”

Happily Ever After

Except an AU where Dean and Cas are both working for Disney for the summer, and have been cast as the very first gay princes. And at first they hate each other, but it’s hard to pretend you’re in love all day for sweet, shy kids, and then not makeout under the bridge of the magic kingdom castle.

You should all go and check out the amazing fanart thunderjellyfish made for my little prompt! Here is the fic to go with it :)

DISCLAIMER: I have been kindly informed that employees at Disney are NOT allowed to pick up kids for safety and legal reasons. Please suspend disbelief for this fic!

“Where’s the princess?”

If Castiel has to answer this question one more time, he will not be held responsible for his actions. He understands that having two princes star in an epic love story is not exactly Disney’s usual fare, but they obviously did well enough to hire character actors.

Or, nobody watched the movie but Castiel himself, and Disney hired him because they were tired of getting criticized for lack of representation.

Though the latter seems most likely, it’s actually why Cas applied for this job in the first place. He isn’t necessarily a huge fan of Disney movies, but as someone who grew up with zero gay role models in popular children’s media, Castiel can wholeheartedly understand and appreciate the importance of a homosexual Disney movie.

The problem, then, becomes not the job itself, but everything else about it.

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A New Family

ayyyyy I’m alive!! this was requested FOREVER ago by my bae @genericusernameblahblahblah (I hope you like it <3)

Pairing: washette + smol!hamilsquad

Premise: George and Lafayette meet the boy they’re adopting… and his friends.

Warnings: none :D

Word Count: 1331

a/n: I am very aware that this is not how adoption works… just… for the sake of the fluff…. <3

Laf’s leg jiggled up and down, his fingers drumming a frantic rhythm on his knee. George put a calming hand on his leg to cease the bouncing.

“Gil… you have to calm down,” George said soothingly.

“But, George! What if he hates us?” Laf asked frantically.

“How could he hate you?” he replied kindly, and a little smile pulled at the corner of his husband’s mouth. Before he could respond, however, the door opened, and the adoption agency worker (who introduced herself as Eliza) and a ten-year-old ball of energy walked in.

Laf stood up to greet them and was immediately attacked by the little pony-tailed boy, who ran straight into his legs, almost knocking him over.

“Hello!” Laf cried, a huge grin overtaking his face. “You must be Alex!”

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a house made of this
(vic, liv, aaron/robert)
outsider pov, grief, mentions of someone dying offscreen. 

soft fic for @escapingreality51 because she needs some love today. i know you wanted soft fic, and i hope there’s that in here, but i also hope this is what you wanted to read. i love you, my darling, and i’m here if you need me <3

The Mill feels lived in

Vic loves the house, the driveway always impeccable (Robert’s no-nonsense approach with the landscaper), and usually one or both cars parked haphazardly in the driveway whenever she pops round. The gravel crunches underfoot as she shifts the box under her arm to reach up and ring the bell. 

The stained glass door shimmers with a shadow, someone coming down the hall to meet her, and she grins when Aaron tugs open the door. 

“Alright?” Stepping aside to let her in, Aaron frowns at the box. “What’s that for, then?”

“For Robert,” Vic says, hefting it back to her front. “It’s the last box from my place. I was doing up the attic and I thought he’d want it back.”

“Having a clear out, eh?” Aaron asks, waving her in. 

Vic appreciates that he doesn’t try and take the box from her, and steps into the living room. The stupid vespa chair is still propped up against the wall, and there’s a pile of bags in the doorway. “Liv’s home then?”

“Yep,” Aaron grins, gesturing at the floor next to them. “Drop it there, Robert’ll take it up later. A brew?”

Vic nods, drops the box carefully down next to Liv’s bags. “Where is he?”

“Walking the dogs,” Aaron says, snorting. 

Robert will tell everyone in earshot how much he hates the dogs, “they get hair everywhere,” mixed with, “Laika peed in my shoes,” and “the cats would never.” That doesn’t fool anyone that knows him, or who spends more than five minutes in the Mill. 

It looks lived in; Vic moves the remote and Aaron’s phone onto the coffee table. It’s piled high with magazines (from Auto Trader to Sci-Fi Now), coasters, and a pencil case that’s half open, spilling it’s contents onto the glass. 

Sometimes Vic feels the press of pride in her chest when she thinks about Robert being this happy, light in his eyes and the warmth in his voice whenever he talks about home. 

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Enouement- 19

Summary: Told in reverse-chronological order, Enouement is the story of love and loss, telling the journey that led you to your ultimate destination: a life full of happiness and regret, mistakes and laughter- and the man who gave you it all. Bucky x Reader

Words: ~1300

Warnings: Nah.

Master   Part 18

Bucky paced back and forth, the wooden floors creaking under his weight. He resolved himself of his fidgeting hands by swiping up a bottle of Heineken from the mini-fridge in the corner, barely noticing as Steve slid through door and closed it carefully behind him.

“Hey,” Steve breathed, brows furrowed. Bucky’s jacket was still unbuttoned, tie around his neck undone and hair disheveled from running his hand through it too many times. “You doin’ okay?”

“I can’t stand still,” Bucky admitted, staring at his reflection in the full length mirror. “Can you help me with this thing?” He gestured lazily to his tie and Steve chuckled, moving toward him to help. He took the beer from Bucky’s hands, setting it to the side as he grabbed either end of the tie, carefully knotting it as Bucky buttoned up his jacket.

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