Merry Christmas @takemeawaytocamelot !!! Are you surprised, or did you have an idea it was me all
along? I hope you enjoy this, it is a three-part story, you get part one
tonight, part two on Christmas Eve/Christmas day and part three on NYE. I had a bit of trouble getting an idea to
stick for what I actually wanted to write out for you, but finally after hearing a sweet
country, song inspiration hit! Can’t wait to hear what you think and if you have
questions I’ll happily answer, cause I am in love with this story. Thank you so very much to @moghraidhjamie for setting up this lovely secret Santa exchange, I am honored to be part of it and eternally grateful to you for getting me writing again.
sighed in ever increasing frustration as he tried to rub off some of the smudged
grey covering the left side of his hand…he hated pencils and hated more being
told that if he would just hold his hand correctly when he wrote it wouldn’t
happen. Above and beyond the annoyance of being told the way he naturally did
things was wrong, the grey smudge was a visible sign to those around him that
he was different, and oh how he hated that. Thankfully, the other boys in his
class didn’t tease him much anymore, not after the last time, when he had to be
pulled off another boy the school yard. Girls, however, were different; he
couldn’t fight them when they made fun of him. He had been crushed last month
when Lizzy MacCowan said rather loudly in front of the whole class that he was
dirty and strange because the paper he passed back to her had dirtied when he
rested his hand on it before passing it on.
audibly, he tried not to think on it and instead focus on the notes he was supposed
to take from the blackboard. He was about halfway through when the classroom
door opened. Mrs. Fitz cleared her throat and addressed the class once everyone
had looked up.
“Everyone, we have a new
student! This is Claire Beauchamp; she’s just moved here with her uncle. Say
brain went blank, a simple “hello” was beyond him. Looking at her was like
touching an open electrical outlet. He had never seen a lass that looked like
her before; she was tall, had curly brown hair and the deepest blush he’d ever
seen covering her face. Waving slightly at the class, she looked as if she’d be
more than pleased should the floor open up and swallow her.
“Why don’t you tell us
about yourself Claire?” Mrs. Fitz cheerfully prompted
went to speak just as Jamie in his stunned stupor leaned a bit too much into
books, pushing them off the desk. The room’s silence was shattered with the
booming thud; causing the whole class to jump and bust into fits of laughter. With
the expectation of further introductions lost, Mrs. Fitz showed Claire to her
down to clean up his books and papers, Jamie mentally cursed himself in both
English and Gaelic for causing such a scene, sure that he had now showed the
fascinating new girl just how clumsy he was, and knowing that he’d lost any
chance of her seeing him any differently than the other girls did. Finally, getting
his things together and getting his blush under better control, he placed the
last book back on his desk and quickly scanned the room. She had vanished, no
longer at the front of the room, he looked through the rows of desks. He hadn’t
thought to check the desk to his left, it had been empty since last year when…
thoughts were interrupted when a hand tapped him on the shoulder, looking over,
he was met with a sweet shy smile and an outstretched pencil.
“Hi, I’m Claire, you
seemed to have missed this.” she said in a soft English accent.
“uh, I, I’m, uh Jamie.” He said, accepting the pencil.
looked as if she wanted to say more, but as she opened her mouth Mrs. Fitz
resumed her lesson.
took longer than normal to walk home, his mind playing over and over the events
of the day. He knew he’d be asked what had kept him, and knew he’d have no
answer that would excuse him neglecting his evening chores and the delay of
starting his homework. But, what he did know is that should anyone ask of his
day, he’d be able to tell them everything about the new girl in his class. He
knew he wouldn’t be able to supply any other information about his day except
for how her curls bounced up and down when she walked, how the deep purple of
her dress shown so brightly against her skin, how the blue bow in her hair was
slightly uneven and beginning to unknot; how when she moved past him all he
could smell was the strawberries. He had
never had felt this before, never with any of the other lassies in his school.
He had been mostly indifferent to them and they mostly spent their time
avoiding or teasing him. She was different though, hadn’t known him his whole
life, didn’t seem bothered by the things others found strange.
he wanted was to know more, to talk with her and be around her. Unfortunately,
though, he had missed the opportunity earlier when Mrs. Fitz asked if anyone
would be willing to show Miss. Beauchamp around after. Rupert and Angus were
assigned to escort her around, because they were the most social. He knew they
would do a fine job, and they were two of his closest friends, but he couldn’t
help but be more than a little annoyed that he would be missing the moments
they would get. They would get to
hear her laugh, they would get to know
little things about her, they would
get to spend time with her. He was suddenly and inexplicably jealous. He wanted
that, and had no notion as to why or what to do about it.
was unusually quiet and Brian had just about enough of it. Asking his children
to clear the table, he told Jamie to join him in the study once he had
finished. It had been a rough few years for their little family, and he was
still navigating the waters of single parenthood. It didn’t take much to read
his young son, contrary to what Jamie himself might think, but one look at the
lad and his faraway expression, Brian knew what was going on. A while later Jamie
knocked on the study door and slowly pushed it open at Brian’s bidding him to
come in. He stood awkwardly in the doorway shifting from foot to foot for close
to five minutes. Brian smiled a bit watching his son, but did not speak, he
knew with what he assumed to be eating at his son, the conversation would have
to start from Jamie.
“Do ye miss mam?”
question was asked so quietly that Brian had almost missed it. He was sure that
his face showed the confusion and concern he felt with the question. He was
suddenly worried that the lad thought somehow that he didn’t, that Jamie
mistook his ability to seem okay for his children with not having his heart
break again and again each morning when he woke to a half empty bed, where once
his heart lay. Trying to calm himself, he took a deep breath, schooled his
features in the hope of not showing the depth of his pain and looked his son
directly in the eyes. What he saw then almost made him laugh; Jamie’s question
was nothing more than just a question. It was a question to break the ice, one
of many he would more than likely be asking.
Letting the tension leave his shoulders, he smiled as best he could when
talking of Ellen and said:
“Aye I do, every second
of every day. I love her vera much, son.”
Jamie nodded at that, the
tension in his own small shoulders seeming to leave immediately, he continued:
“How did you know?”
“That mam was the girl
you loved the most and when?”
He smiled then, concern washing away only to be replaced with sudden
understanding. “The very moment I laid eyes on her. We were about your age, ye
ken. We knew each other most of our lives, aye? Well, the moment I saw her in
the school yard, I was done for. That was it, my heart was hers, and always will
didn’t say anything, just stood there for a long while, a small smile pulling
at his lips.
Pushing a bit, Brian
asked “So, what’s her name, son?”
visible start shot through Jamie but the smile only widened, giving away anything
he might’ve tried to hide.
“Uh, weel, um…”
Brian didn’t say a word,
just raised an encouraging eyebrow.
Beauchamp. She’s new, and she sits next to me, and she English, but I don’t
mind, and she sits next to me and she wore purple and…”
that moment as Jamie continued on at lightning speed telling him everything
about this new girl, Brian was sure his heart couldn’t be more filled with
love. He knew it would be a difficult road for the lad, love always was, but
what a ride! Later he would talk more seriously on it, warn him, advise him;
but for now, he’d let Jamie have his happiness.
getting Jamie to stop talking and convincing him that he did in fact still have
to get ready for bed, he helped him pick out his outfit for the next day and promised
to help with his hair in the morning, agreeing that he should look his best
tomorrow. After all of the details were
sorted for the next day, he left Jamie’s room, leaning on the door for a moment
to say a silent prayer for his love sick son.
As he walked into his own room, he spoke out loud: “Watch over him, protect
him, and guide him. Because, and God help him Ellen, he’s in love.”
few weeks later Jamie had come to some conclusions: wearing his best shirt to
school was a terrible idea as he was far to clumsy not ruin it, Rupert and
Angus were no good, terrible friends and he would have to pummel them at some
point soon, and Claire knew far more bad words than he did.
had spoken to Rupert and Angus about their helping Claire around, and
annoyingly they had begun to tease him about his interest in the new English
girl. He was sure he couldn’t blush any more as his so called friends made
kissy noises at him in the hallway, but then Claire showed up. Having overheard
their teasing, she promptly told them to piss off and leave him alone. This, of
course, did nothing to dissuade their teasing, and Jamie was sure that his face
was red enough to be confused for sun poisoning. The upside however, was that
from that interaction they began to talk and he walked her back to class.
the weeks since Claire had arrived, she had made friends fairly easily, played
with a few of the girls in their class, Geillis, Mary and Louise mainly, but now
seemed more interested in spending what free time she had with him. She would
seek him out in the lunch room, during their outside time they would sit on the
swings and talk about their families and the places she had been with her
uncle. Jamie was fascinated, and more than please that she chose him to be
few days before the holiday break, Jamie found Claire sitting on the steps outside
of the school as he left for the day. She was clearly waiting to be picked up. Mrs. Fitz had come out a bit later to inform
her that her uncle had called and said that he wouldn’t be able to pick her up
and that she could walk home. Jamie jumped at the chance before him and offered
to walk her home. Neither of them lived far, but they had never interacted
outside of school before. He was unsure of what to say or do and more nervous
than he’d been in a very long time. They both tried talking but ended up jumping
from subject to subject with nothing really being said. They both kept their
eyes straight ahead avoiding meeting each other’s eyes directly. When they
turned onto her street, she stopped suddenly. He looked around and seeing that
they were only just on the corner and still a good distance from any of the
houses. Confused, he cocked his head a bit and was just about to say something;
she took a deep breath, leaned in and kissed him. Pulling away quickly a fierce
blush coloring her face she said:
“Thank you for walking me home, Jamie. I’ll
see you tomorrow.” and turned on her heel and walked the rest of the way to her
stood absolutely frozen on that corner for what felt like forever. He was stunned,
she had kissed him! He didn’t know that kissing could stop time; no one had
ever told him that before. He always
thought kissing would messy, it always looked gross to him and he’d always said
so when his mam and da would do it in the kitchen. But this was different, and
as time began to move again, he started to make his way home. For the rest of
the night he was in a haze unable to focus. He knew he looked foolish, but he
was unable to keep the smile from his face, especially when he would lick his
lips where hers had pressed, and he was still able to taste the fruity lip
smackers she used.
few days later when they went back to school, everything had changed. He had
walked into their classroom eager to talk to her, to see how her holiday was, and
to tell her of his. Finding Angus in her seat his heart sank, he looked around
and found her clear across the classroom sitting with the girls, laughing and doing
her best not to look at him. He held her spot at lunch but she never came,
stayed with the girls and didn’t play on the swings during recess. In fact she
only showed that she recognized his existence when he spoke directly to her, and
even that was just a simple “hello” before she turned away from him and
continued talking with Louise. He was crushed and so very confused; what had
happened? He couldn’t sleep that night, kept running over what could have
happened, why didn’t she like him anymore?
weeks, she hadn’t spoken to him in two weeks when his father had been called
into the school because they had become concerned when they noticed a sudden
change in his behavior. Normally a model student, he was now dozing off in
class and having trouble paying attention when he was awake, showing no
interest in any of the material. Mrs. Fitz had brought up her concerns
remembering the year before when he lost his mother and wanted to make sure his
father was aware of the situation before it got worse.
to the Frasers, Lambert Beauchamp and Claire also had an appointment in the
office that day. Passing the waiting area with his father, movement caught Jamie’s
attention and he stopped as he saw Claire sitting next to who he assumed was
her uncle. He face was drawn and it was clear that something was very wrong, he
made to stop, to say something, anything; but just then they called for Claire
and the man to go back and Brian pushed lightly moving them forward out of the
for the interruption, he his way through the class to his desk and quietly
began pulling out his books for the lesson. When he opened his notebook a small
piece of folded paper fell into his lap. Opening the note, he was sure his
I’m sorry. I miss you.
Do you like me, would you maybe be my friend
Would you walk me home
Check yes [ ] or no [ ]
You can hold my hand, if you want to.
shoved the note back into his desk before Mrs. Fitz could see it and quickly
tried to look like he was engrossed in his work and like nothing had happened,
ear to ear smile notwithstanding. Finally managing to get a grip on himself, he
had managed to get every note and problem off the board without issue before
Claire reappeared in their classroom. Looking up to watch her his smile fell
from his mouth in an instant, she looked like she had watched something terrible
happen, dried lines streaked her face from recent tears. It took all the effort
he could muster to focus on what Mrs. Fitz was going over, but he had promised
his da, and thankfully did make it through the rest of the day with no issue. Though
his mind had stayed on the look she had on her face and a few minutes before
the bell rang he pulled out her note again and hastily scribbled something
found Claire on the front steps arms wrapped around her, staring off into
suddenly sinking in, he asked, “Claire, what’s happened?”
didn’t answer, just simply shook her head and began to walk in the direction of
through their silent walk, she slipped her small cold hand into his. Neither of
them said anything, but he squeezed gently and continued on. She stopped at the
corner again, released his hand, took a deep breath and looked up to him.
knew whatever she was going to say was bad and couldn’t bear it just yet.
Before she could continue he thrust her not into her hand saying:
“I forgot, I got your
note. Here, you’ll want the answer, aye?”
nodded and slowly opened it, and burst into tears.
moved to hug her to say something, to sooth her, but she backed away shaking
her head, not saying anything. She let her tears fall freely, but didn’t break
when she spoke he heard his heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the
snapping of a flower’s stem.
They are both still in bed, and Cassian looks at the golden strand of Nesta’s hair, the sound of her regular breathing and the puff of air on his chest are all a proof of the beautiful reality they are now living.
He passes his fingers in her hair, brushing lightly on the pointed tip of her ear and she mumbles something under her breath, snuggling closer to him.
“Why are you awake. Sleep.” she says, her arms going around his neck, and he can feel every inch of her naked body against his.
“Can I tell you a secret, sweetheart?” he asks as she looks up to him, those devastatingly beautiful blue eyes full of love and when she nods, there’s this look on her face, of trust, and he can’t see a trace of the walls he used to hate so much.
Cassian holds her closer, kissing her temple and then her jaw, moving his lips near her ear as he whispers “I’ve never been more happy than I am now.”
And the smile that blooms on her face at his words, the way she takes his face in her hands and kisses him, the sweet taste of her lips, it’s happiness.
so I actually picture it flipped bc cassian is v quietly concerned about all his people and bodhi is v used to needing to keep his emotions under wraps and his thoughts to himself so when he recognizes emotions cassian has but doesn’t share bc he’s Team Dad bodhi quietly dotes and fusses over him and cassian is like ??? bc he’s used to being the one looking out for people but slowly he’s warmed by it and affectionately softly teases bodhi for being a secret sweetheart
and bodhi’s like um excuse you, I don’t have emotions? while tucking an extra scarf around cassians neck as he smiles fondly at bodhi and is like of course not babe and bodhi softens and won’t meet his eyes
like the nice thing about them both being anxious people in different ways is like, cassians got a lot of calm and patience and can work with and understand bodhis idiosyncrasies and what he’s trying to say when he’s freaking out
and bodhis got a lot of faith in cassian and the skill to back it up so when cassians internally despairing about how it feels impossible to protect his team bodhi can sense it and hug him as cassian cooks and broods and remind him he’s not alone, it doesn’t all have to rest on his shoulders and regardless of what happens he’s already made a huge impact just giving people an alternative to sitting back and obeying the empire
This is part ten of my Cas x Reader ‘12 Days of Christmas’ series for @waywardlullabies‘s challenge! Day 10: Secret Santa + Snowstorm
The Winchesters left early in the morning, hoping to make it to Jody’s at a respectable, and it was a good job that they did with the turn that the weather was turning.
When the first flakes of snow started to fall, you were cleaning the kitchen and answering Castiel’s questions about secret santa.
“Cas, sweetheart, we don’t really have enough friends to ever do a secret santa,” you reminded him, smiling fondly at the small pout that his lips formed into, “Not enough that we ever see at once, anyway.”
Sneaking notes during history class, giving quick pecks on the lips in the library behind book shelves or long hugs when no one is watching. Seulgi is Irene’s secret high school sweetheart and that’s really the only thing that makes school bearable.
Secret Draco Malfoy Being A Secret Sweetheart (Very Secret, Musn't Tell Father)
imagine draco is in hogsmead and is wandering by himself when he sees a child sitting in the snow, alone and crying. he debates just moving along because it is very much not his issue, but he then sees the child holding his legs to his chest, trying to calm himself down (“mummy will be back. you know how she forgets. mummy will come back”) and his heart absolutely shatters so he goes up to the child and crouches down (“dammit im getting my clothes wet for this child”) he asks how old the boy is and finds hes six years old and named Gabriel, but his mummy calls him Gabe. so draco, hating himself just a tad for being so hufflepuff, starts walking the child around hogsmead to find his mum. he ducks into places whenever he sees classmates, but eventually makes it to Honeyduke’s; where Gabriel last saw his mum. draco learned that the boy’s mum has a bad habit of forgetting him, which made draco furious. but he just told the boy they will find her. draco says they could ask a worker, and he would even buy gabriel a sweet while theyre in. so obviously gabriel runs to an isle, trying to reach some chocolate frogs, but is too short. before draco could argue with himself he hoisted the boy up to his side so he could get what he wanted off the top shelf. draco was smiling at the boy, when he hears someone call his name.
“Malfoy?!” he turns to see Harry with his mouth hung open.
“It- It isnt what it looks like-”
“You stole a child?!” harry gaped; draco rolled his eyes.
“Honestly, how you pass your classes, never the less defeat people trying to kill you is beyond my knowledge. im helping Gabriel find his mum, so if you dont mind-” the boy’s mother calls his name, and they are reunited, draco with a sad smile at his new friend leaving (but he would obviously never admit to that. not even to himself. how shameful would that be?) draco and harry walk out, harry continuously teasing draco as he blushes (“the grinch has a heart afterall” “potter i dont know what a grinch is but if you don’t shut up i will hex you everyday up until graduation”)
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