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dreamofragtime · 4 years

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I did it, guys! THE WEDDING!

That’s Edward’s wedding…but the only thing I can think about is just LOOK AT THEM!!

“Are you ready for this?” I AMMMM!!!!

Jean underlying to Susan the surprise of being invited...she has this talent of saying what she’s thinking with such conviction but without being unpleasant... I just adore her!

Patrick ‘s speech and the not so subtle remarks toward Edward, I wouldn’t expect any less from him. He’s always been very objective, I think even with his own son. He’s protected him enough, now it’s time he takes his own responsibilities.

Lucien wants to leave...let’s face it, who would want to be there? At the wedding of someone who’s hurt you and your family so much and so recently nonetheless?

Oh great...a fight at a wedding...now they can leave! Thank god!

Look at Lucien being so very attentive and taking Jean’s hand and asking her to be careful because there’s glass all over the floor

OMG Edward’s dead! I didn’t expect that!

In the meantime Lucien’s aunt has a favour to ask, but he doesn’t seem very inclined to help her found her niece...”I’m dying”, she says and Lucien’s face speaks for him...he cannot refuse her, can he now? Because he can be reckless, but he has a heart of gold.

Wow there’s a flash back! I love this! Aww Lucien, poor boy...“that’s enough” my heart is broken

Great now, he’s obviously going to the crime scene even though he’s not the police surgeon, anymore. Do we care about it? No, because let’s face it he’s the one who will solve the case!

Hahahah the famous Dr. Wallace...well, Lucien was right what an incompetent ! Matthew’s face, though when he asks about the cause of death...

Searching in a fountain full of blood...typical Lucien!

Dr Wallace and Alice at the morgue. She is behaving just like we would expect her to do with Dr Blake but the new police surgeon calls her “Miss Harvey” ...how dare he! .... “it’s Dr Harvey”...I love this woman!

Patrick asking Lucien for help and discussing his son’s murder was bittersweet...I couldn’t understand his character at first, now I’ve come to appreciate him.

Matthew defending Alice so fiercely and giving apiece of his mind to Dr Wallace...great scene!

In the kitchen Jean and Rose are talking about her children and the wedding... I want to give Jean a big hug, right now!

Aww look at the lovebirds planning to go to Melbourne for wedding shopping ...I can hardly wait!

Lucien is so sweet...he wants to stay at the bridal shop with her...“it’s bad luck” and we wouldn’t want anything to happen before the wedding... thank you very much! Now Lucien go!

The shop assistant referring to Jean as “The mother of the bride”...what?! thank your lucky stars that Lucien is not there to hear you!

Ohhh look who’s back! Danny! (can he call the Doc “uncle Lucien” just once? please!)

Jean chastising Lucien for not having checked Catherine’s address...she knows how to get his attention, though and I had the time of my life!

Wherever he goes he finds a dead body and he almost breaks his neck in the process..obviously!

Lucien being reinstated as police surgeon..that was Patrick’s doing, wasn’t it?

Patrick and Jean talking in the sunroom...I enjoy their conversations. He thinks so very highly of her and of Lucien, too probably (even if he doesn’t want to admit it) “you deserve to be happy!” My heart!..... “we need these triumphs”...yes Patrick, thank you for saying it! We do! They’ve waited for so long!

So now after the rather unpleasant chat at the pub with the father of the bride he’s being followed...that was scary, eh?

What?! Another dead body? Mr Dunne and it cannot be Patrick’s fault...ohh poor Cec, he’s in shock!

And now Patrick is in jail..what an annoying lawyer and Bill has definitely improved his skills..not only his fists for once!

Lucien pleading Patrick to rest and talk to his wife (Lucien is definitely getting better at this...I hope he’ll do the same with Jean) ohh Patrick the dialogue “sooner or later we all just become our fathers”, the look on Lucien’s face...goosebumps!

And Lucien going home and taking that clock from the chest...I love these flash backs, even though they are so heartbreaking (probably that’s why I like them)...poor little boy! He wasn’t even allowed a last hug to his father...how awful is that?! And later at the Colonists’ Club with aunt Dorothy talking about his father’s past and how their family had disapproved of Genevieve and later how they tried to make amends, but the betrayal was already too much for Thomas...

Lucien’s insecurities come to the surface, finally in his brief exchange with Matthew...“what if I don’t deserve her?”. He’s definitely putting her first, her needs, her dreams, her desires, what if he isn’t capable of being what/whom she deserves? She is the most important thing to him, now and he wants to be the right man for her. As Matthew reminds him, that man she deserves is something he already is, the best version of Lucien Blake. She doesn’t want him to be something he is not, but he owes it to her... to be the best version of himself.

Seeing Patrick in that car and Lucien’s reaction to his death was too much and his struggle in wanting to find someone responsible for his death, because he can’t accept that “sometimes people just die”...but in the end he has to come to terms also to this and it’s so very difficult.

He ends up talking with Jean because she’s always listened to him, even when he was the “ghost” of the man he is now and he knows that there’s no one else he could go to and tells her how he met Patrick, his first impression of him. And both have tears in their eyes, and he knows what he is about to ask, “Jean, my darling....I think we may have to postpone the wedding”, but she insists on Patrick’s last words to her and despite what they are both feeling they decide to go on with their wedding plans.

And now are they discussing their sleeping arrangements with Rose? The bedrooms are small? Yeah...we all get that!

Ohh Lucien your Jean is really a true marvel, she helps with both cases in the end...so smart!

There’s something about this scene of Lucien and Jean in front of the fireplace that really makes it a marvel to watch. I don’t know what it is, the lights, the acting, the writing...probably everything. These bits of their pasts they reveal to one another are precious moments...here Lucien trusts Jean so much that he isn’t afraid of telling her about his engagement and subsequent marriage with Mei Lin, and clearly he’s admitting to her that in the end he made the same choices his father did. He married a “foreign girl” in spite of his family and naturally, when faced with that, at the time, they both said things to one another they could not get back. But then he finds and reads Thomas’ letter to him, a letter he sent back, like all the others his father sent...well I couldn’t stop crying here and that line in which he said that he hoped his son would find someone who loved him “...regardless of what happened next”. A line in which Thomas uses more or less the same words Lucien himself spoke to Jean in season 3...I just can’t. And confessing that he had hated his father for a very long time and his fear of becoming like him...but that coming back to Ballarat was probably the best thing ever happened to him!

I could have never imagined Roslyn to be the murderer, but what really struck me was Lucien’s speech once again. Telling her how the only thing she had ever wanted was her father’s love and to hear him say he was sorry (the same things Lucien wanted from his father, and that in the end were the thing Thomas wrote to him, but that he never got the chance to know...until he read that letter the night before).

And then...well...when one thinks she’s ready to see the wedding....I mean...we’ve waited for so long!

I’VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING MORE BEAUTIFUL IN MY LIFE! Jean is radiant and so stunning! I’m so glad she’s wearing a white dress! I love it and she looks lovely in it!

The way his voice falters when he says his vows, Jean’s certainty when she speaks hers, the kiss... and then Doctor and Mrs. Blake are dancing together and he kisses her on the cheek and that wedding band his sparkling so much...

And then you think you’ve already cried enough, but nooooooo they come back 4 months later (4 months? What kind of honeymoon was that exactly?!) and he opens the car door and you think it’s sweet, but then ohh then he just says “Mrs Blake” and you start sobbing once again.

And then she is popping the kettle on, but he can’t keep his hands (or lips) to himself and they’re kissing again and you are just there grinning like a fool. Matthew Lawson has just been promoted to “the new telephone” and really they can’t even have 5 minutes to themselves because obviously as soon as they set foot on Australian soil, someone drops dead...but the end ohhh the end...he comes back and has to kiss her again and then “I love you” and I’m just sobbing again...forever!

The last thing I have to say before I let you go is that I’m so thankful for all of you and I want to thank you all for your support, for having “travelled” with me until now and for the best welcome I’ve ever had.

Now I can really really say it, “The Doctor Blake Mysteries” has the best writing, the best acting and setting I’ve ever seen!

#the doctor blake mysteries #tdbm #family portrait #spoilers #jean and lucien #lucien x jean #jean blake (now I can say it!)finally #lucien blake #my otp for ever #the wedding #all the feels #this fandom is wonderful #thank you guys #i will go down with this ship #happily ever after #this show is everything

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themalhambird · 4 years

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Something about Richard II and his big brother Ned! Bonus points for appearances of parent/s. Au or canon! As you like :D

“Say Neddy.”

Joan smiles to herself as she works on her embroidery, half her eye on the children sprawled on the floor. Ned is kneeling next to Richard, who’s lying on his back and mostly ignoring his big brother in favour of burbling to himself and trying to eat his own foot. The warm early August sun streams through the nursery window, and birdsong graces the air. Everything is perfectly calm, and Joan cannot recall ever feeling more contented.

Ned pokes his brother. Gently, and Richard doesn’t seem to mind, so Joan lets it slide. “Say Neddy!” Ned insists again, and Richard gurgles and goes “da-da-da!”, beaming gummily and rolling himself on to his stomach. His little hands reach out for Ned’s skirts and grabbed at them, pulling himself up on to Ned’s legs. “Da-da-daee!” Richard burbles insistently, hugging Ned’s lap.

“Not daddy! Neddy!” Ned cries, exasperation clear in his voice. Richard only snuggles against his brother and keeps repeating the sounds, smiling. Joan half suspects that he’s repeating them because he’s enjoying enjoying Ned’s reactions: his older brother has taken now to saying “Neddy! Neddy! Neddy!” and punctuating every Neddy with a gentle prod. Joan smiles and returns to her sewing.

Time passes. The boys’ nurse, Alice, returns and Joan assures her she’s quite alright to keep watching the boys if there are other duties she wishes to get on with- or she’s equally welcome to sit and join Joan. She elects to stay, taking out some mending that needs doing for Ned, who manages to tear gowns as much as his father seems to be able to tear tunics. Ned gets bored of poking his brother and pulls him up and turns him around to sit on to his lap properly, which prompts a squawk of outrage from Richard. Joan looks up. Richard looks incredibly indignant, trapped in a cuddle and straining against it. Alice chuckles softly.

“Poor wee Dickon,” she says. “He’s only just learning to move himself and he likes to be able to do it- which doesn’t at all fit in with how much Neddy likes to grab him for a cuddle!”

Joan smiles herself, though she fights to hide it as she says “Ned, put your brother down.”

Ned looks at her, hurt. “No mama! Dickon likes cuddle,” he starts to protest, and is promptly contradicted by Richard turning his head and biting down as hard as he can on Ned’s arm.

“Ow!” Ned cries, and Richard burbles happily as he’s abruptly let go. He crawls away from Ned and over to the toy building blocks Ned had abandoned earlier. He stares at them carefully for a moment, then grabs a yellow one, staring at it. Joan and Alice both rise a little from their seats, hovering in case Richard tries to eat it. “Mama, Dickon bit me!” Ned complains. Joan changes the direction of her concern. Alice is more than capable of stopping Richard eating anything he shouldn’t- the numerous rings, broaches, and necklaces amongst other things she’s rescued from his clutches over the last seven months can attest to that. She puts her sewing to one side and glides across to the older of her babies, bending down and swooping him up, and carrying him back to sit on her lap for a cuddle.

“He’s still only little, Ned, he doesn’t mean it,” she says, smoothing his hair and kissing his cheek. “He just wanted you to put him down.”

“But Dickon likes cuddles.”

Joan presses a kiss to the top of Edward’s head and smiles. “He likes cuddles when he wants cuddles,” she tells him. “You don’t like being picked up when you’re in the middle of playing, do you?”

Ned grumbles and leans against her, staring at Richard. “That’s my brick.” He says sullenly, as Richard abruptly drops it and picks up a green one instead.

“You can share,” Joan tells him, “Can’t you sweet thing?” she says.

“’s’pose,” Ned says, though he continues to watch like a hawk as Richard clutches the brick in his left hand and crawls back towards them, making a dash towards them. He’s getting much better at crawling already, Joan thinks, pride glowing in her chest, and much faster, too. Richard collapses on to his belly once but picks himself up straight away and carries on crawling until he’s at her foot and reaching up to press the block against Joan’s skirt knee.

“Ah!” he cries, looking happily up at her, clearly delighted by something- though Joan lowers a hand to accept the block, and is not given it. Richard presses the knee against her leg harder. “Ah, ah!” he insists. Alice gives a gasp of delight.

“That’s right, Dickon!” she says. “It’s the same colour!”

“Ah!” Richard agrees, falling back on to his bottom and grinning, letting the block drop from his hand. “Ah- ah, ma- ma. Mama! Mama!”

Everyone else freezes. Joan and Alice exchange glances; Ned peers down at his baby brother and excitement starts to spread across his previously sulky face.

“Mama!” he says. “Mama, Dickon said!”

Joan’s heart starts to beat faster with excitement, though she tries to calm herself. She has had six other children, she knows that’ saying mama and knowing what it means, making the noises intentionally to call for her, are often two separate things. But Richard eases back on to knees and reaches up, tugging on Joan’s skirt. “Mama!” he says instantly. “Mama, mama!” Ned scoots down off Joan’s lap with an excited ‘I gonna tell papa!’ and making a mad dash for the door, immediately crashing down, and getting straight back up again, yelling “Papa! Papa! Dickon says Mama!” as though Edward is within earshot, and not likely to be halfway across the castle at the least. Alice smiles and gets to her feet, hurrying over to Ned and taking his hand.

“Let’s go find your Lord Father together,” she says, attempting to slow him to a more sensible pace and having less than a moment’s success- Ned is tearing off again even as Joan bends down and pulls Richard up on to her lap.

“Mama,” Richard says, calm and content as he snuggles against her. “Mama.”

“That’s right, my darling,” Joan says, the pride in her chest glowing even warmer as she hugs him. “I’m your mama.” She cuddles him to her and kisses his curls. “I’m your mama, and I love you so much.”

It’s just the two of them, in the whole wide world, for long, blissful moments. And then, running footsteps, and Ned is bursting back in, dragging Edward behind him.

“Dickon said mama!” Ned yells again, and Edward is laughing, eyes sparkling, probably having heard that sentence over and over and over ever since Ned found him.

“Did you, Dickon?” Edward asks, striding over and crouching down next to Joan’s lap. Richard turns his head to stare at his father. “Can you say mama? Can you say papa?”

“Ba!” Richard yells, his face smiling and his hand shooting out to grab at Edward’s moustache. “Ba-ba-da!” he tugs hard, and Joan grins smugly.

“Obviously, I’m his favourite,” she informs him.

“Well you deserve it,” Edward says, wincing as he gently prises Richard’s small fingers free of his facial hair, and stretches up just far enough to press a lingering kiss to Joan’s cheek. “I’m so proud of you, darling,” he whispers, kissing Joan, and reaching down to caress Richard’s hair. All the terror of Richard’s first few weeks, earlier than by rights they ought to have been, is a fading memory now that Richard is well, and thriving too- but they are still a memory. Edward half turns, and stretches an arm out to Neddy, who launches himself in to join the cuddle, crashing into Joan’s leg. Edward holds his family tight and savours it- his wife, his precious boys- he sends a quick, silent prayer of thanks up to heaven.

“…can you say Neddy?” Ned says. “Dickon? Say Neddy. Say Neddy…”

#my fic #pure unadulterated fluff #bb Richard 2 #Joan of Kent x TBP #baby Richard's first word #happy mothering sunday to joan of kent

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peachywise · 5 years

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an umbrella academy fanfiction // klaus hargreeves x reader

- part i: the introduction || part ii ⋆ part iii ⋆ part iv ⋆ part v ⋆ part vi ⋆ more parts to be released

- synopsis: A child and a ghost whisperer walk into a diner. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, but really it’s just the start of an odd, slightly painful night. Turns out they need you and your power to do something, and Klaus seems way to thrilled and fascinated by you and what you can do. (takes place after the events of the first season)

- notes: lmao how long has it been since i wrote a fic?? too long thanks anyways the reader is they/them pronouns and everything is pretty vague description wise for inclusivity and shit!! also even though this is klaus x reader focused ~romance~ wise i’ll be writing a shit ton with the reader interacting with the other guys like this part is deadass just as focused on number five as it is klaus. let me know if you guys want this as a series??? i won’t write more parts if people aren’t down but i left it open-ended so it could be a series but honestly, it’d be fine as a one-off too so read what you will k love you bye. tw for swearing

link on ao3

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“Isn’t that a health code violation?”

Looking up from your book you'd been reading for the past half hour, you heaved a heavy-handed sigh. Sitting on the back counter of the dead dinner you worked at was the least of this shitty establishments problems. “I’ll be sure to let the rats in the kitchen know of your concerns,” you replied simply.

Dog-earring the page of your book, you set it down beside you. Hopping off, you stepped forward towards the counter as the kid who just entered sat down on one of the stools, planting himself with a look of clear repugnance as he eyed his surrounding subtly. Resting your elbows on the counter, you propped your head on your hands and gave a friendly grin, “I’m sure they’d be happy to whip up some Mickey Mouse pancakes, special just for you.”

His face though perfectly deadpanned couldn’t hide the slight tick of annoyance in his eyes. “Just get me a black coffee,” he muttered.

“Coffee will stunt your growth.”

“You’ll be stunted if you keep up this horrible customer service.”

“Ouch,” sarcasm dripped from your tone as you raised your hands up in mock defeat, “the kitten’s got a bit of a bite there, doesn’t he?”

Quite honestly, your day was now veering on to a particularly delightful route you hadn’t expected when you first woke up this morning. You suddenly believed some sort of divine karma was finally rewarding you with some quality entertainment. He could banter— a bit on the aggressive side, but you would take what you could get out of the interaction. You knew it wasn’t going to last long.

“Look, are you going to give me the coffee or are you just going to stand around all day uselessly taking in the air that could be breathed in by more deserving people?”

Oh, so he’s got knobby knees and wit to match.

Letting a slow amused smile cross your face as you gave a lazy curtsy, you casually made your way over to the fresh pot and grabbed one of the porcelain white mugs, giving him a knowing look as you poured a good ‘ol black cup of joe. Setting the pot back down, you sauntered your way back over still holding the smile. The kid rolled his eyes, reaching out a hand as he impatiently said, “thank you,” in a refined and expertly practiced condescending manner. But you didn’t hand it to him. No, instead you casually leaned back against the back counter and took a long sip of the burning hot liquid.

Well, the little tyke certainly did not like that.

In what was an actually flash of blue light before your eyes, the kid vanished from his place on the rickety red vinyl stool and was beside you a moment later, ripping the mug from your hand with such force that caused the liquid to spill over the sides, scorching your hand and splashing it on your already grease stained, 50’s themed uniform. So, he was words and action. You could respect that.

“What, no screaming? Not even another smartass comment?” He half-heartedly asked, his eyebrow quirked slightly as he studied you. It was like he was waiting for some sort of delayed reaction from his little magic trick. While yes, it was a little jarring to see it in the flesh for the first time, the moment he had walked through those glass doors you expected a bit of a ‘powerful’ confrontation.

You knew he was Number Five. You knew he was a part of that Umbrella Academy.

“You know who I am,” he stated in his all brilliant glory. Well, look at that. Seemed he was a real Sherlock as well as a tiny space hopper.

Easily taking the cup of coffee back, wincing slightly as the cold air pressed against the new burn you tried to seem unfazed about, you took a sip and mumbled against the rim of the cup, “I’m a bit surprised you’re here and actually alive, but it’s easy to remember a face that hasn’t aged a day." Setting the mug down on the counter, you pressed a hand to your hip and questioned, “how is that exactly? Did you run from home just to make yourself immortal? Found yourself an Edward Cullen to bite you or something?”

Now, you’ve had people look at you like you were stupid before, but no one with a talent such as him. Even though he was looking up at you, he still mastered that beady squinty little look that read ‘you’re the joke of the earth’. Precious.

“I don’t know who Edward Cullen is, but I’m not immortal, and I don’t have time to explain the whole story to you in detail. Let’s just say I got stuck in time.” Doing his little magic flash again, he appeared back on the other side of the counter, continuing to speak as he added, “Is anyone else here? I assume you’d rather show me what you can do without anyone else around.”

Ah, yes. What you could do. So that was why he was here. Part of you wondered if someday it would happen. That’s why you knew who he was when he first walked in after all. You kept tabs on all of them, at least a bit. Yeah, the whole “Umbrella Academy” was famous for a little while when you were a kid, but most people had since forgotten them and the kids in the academy had grown up and had become almost unrecognizable. Well, apart from Five. And maybe Allison, but hell, she was famous for a while different reason now.

Like the others, you were born October 1st 1989 to a completely unexpecting mother who got the shock of her god damn life. If you were 9 months pregnant in under a minute flat, you’d probably be pretty shocked too. However, you were just stunned that something as odd as that could actually happen and result in you getting powers.

Unlike the others, when your parents were approached by professor evil monopoly Reginald Hargreeves, your mom rejected anything he offered in favor of her miracle baby. She was certain she was the new Virgin Mary despite absolutely not being a virgin and refused to give up that title up. At least at that moment, she didn’t want to anyway.

“You managed to figure out where I worked, and I assume at this point you know my name,” you started, “so why don’t you just tell me what I can do and let me know why you're here so I can turn you down and get back to my book.” Gesturing your hands around the extremely empty diner, you breathed, “I’m a very busy person as you can see.”

Five didn’t say anything, instead just giving you an almost thoughtful look. You didn’t trust it one fucking bit.

Quicker than you would have expected out him, he reached over and picked up one of the plates on the counter and threw it your way with such force you wondered for a second if the reason he'd been missing for so long was because he’d taken up a passionate love affair with baseball. On instinct, damn the treacherous thing, your body chilled as a static feeling pushed out of you, surrounding you in a soft, nearly invisible blue bubble-- your force field. The plate bounced right off and landed on the floor, shattering lamely and loudly.

It was legal to kill a kid who had been missing for years, right?

“Can’t you play a game of catch with the poor kid?” Came a new drama-dripped voice in the door, the little bell ringing softly as he spoke. “His father was a sociopath who didn't pay him any mind, he’s very stunted as you can see. So desperate for the affection and attention of strangers.”

Klaus. He’d been harder to track over the years, but from the feather collared jacket and lack of shirt, you could spot the eccentricity of him miles away.

Taking on a protective stance, you moved from behind the counter and positioned yourself in front of Five, stage whispering to him, “careful, looks like one of the kitchen rats got out. They’re very diseased.”

Klaus tilted his head to the side, his mouth snapping open and his eyebrows rising up in stunned amusement. Pointing at you, he turned his attention towards Five and stated, “I’m wounded! This seems to be going on spectacularly, don’t you think?”

Shaking your head with a slight grin, you started to speak to ream five out for throwing a freakin’ plate, but your words died off on the tip of your tongue when your gross ass boss pushed open the doors to the kitchen, his loud, gritty greased voice shouted, “what did you break out here?” His spine went rigid a bit when he seemed to finally note the presence of two other people, but his eyes quickly glanced at the shattered plate and his face continued to get splotchy and red. “Is that your kid who broke it? Jesus, that’s coming out of your paycheck.”

Wow, that 50 cent shitty plate? How would you ever survive?

Hands slipped around your neck in a hug as Klaus propped his chin on top of your head, his attention fully on your boss. “I’m so sorry sir, you know how it is with kids, gotta get all those angst and deep-seated feeling out somehow. Yesterday we found out he’s been pretending the family cat was his girlfriend. Had to take him to the hospital to get those scratches on his little friend checked out, if you know what I mean,” he smiled, moving away from you to pat the clearly seething Five on the head.

Before the kid could say anything or do something that would get you in more shit, you plastered your own happy little smile on and bent down beside him, wrapping your arms around his shoulder as you continue to address your boss. “He was just upset because he found out I told his teacher about his little bed wetting problem.” Five ripped your arm away with incredible force and stepped away from you both. Sighing dramatically, you rested the side of your face on your palm and slightly shook your head, adding, “It’s so hard, I just don’t know where we went wrong!”

Klaus snickered behind you, while your boss looked properly petrified and regretful about having walked in on the whole ordeal at all.

“Just uh-- forget about it. Clean it up okay?”

Giving him a wink and you stood back up, you flicked your wrist in a lazy salute. “You got it, Boss Man.” He couldn’t turn back around and get back to the back room fast enough.

Turning the face the two once again, Klaus grinned as he said, “brilliant work,” raising his hand for a knowing high five. You happily obliged.

“Was that really necessary?” Five ground out from between his teeth, as you shot him back an incredulous look. “Was it necessary to throw a plate at me?” you retorted, fully not expecting him to reply with, “Yes. It was the only way I could make sure you had a force field.”

Smartass.

Running your hand through your hair tiredly to get it out of your face, you crossed your arms again and didn’t bother to argue anymore. “Just tell me what this is about.” At this point, you were tired and really just wanted to get back to your quiet night. Klaus was also giving you a once over every thirty seconds and you weren’t quite sure what he looked so bloody excited and anxious about.

“I have a theory, and I’d like to test it out,” Five said. Klaus quickly interjected with, “and I’m one of the test subjects,” wiggling his eyebrows as he did.

Narrowing your gaze, you questioned “one of?”

“Well, it requires you, but before I explain, to what extent can you use your powers? Have you done anything more than just deflect things off your field?��

You shook your head, confusion still clouding your words. “That’s all. Some guy tries to knife me? He bounces off. Sometimes I get lucky and he stabs himself in the process. It’s a simple thing.

“How many times has someone tried to knife you?” Klaus asked with a small snort, but Five cut him off with a great little bomb of information. “I’ve done some calculations on how your power works, and I think that if someone like us was in the field with you it might nullify our powers.”Huh.

“And... math makes you think that?”

Five rolled his eyes. You got the idea he did that a fair bit. “I want to test out to see if that’s true, so if you will, please conjure up your field around you and Klaus and we’ll see if it works on him.”

Flashing your eyes to Klaus who almost seemed to jitter with excitement, your eyes got slightly wide when you asked, “wait, there’s a ghost here? Like right now?” You swiveled your head around like you would actually be able to see it.

Klaus nodded his head. “Ben, meet Y/N, Y/N meet our brother Ben.” Pressing a hand to his heart, he added, “forever in our hearts and forever by my side. I am his saving grace.” Turning his head abruptly, he quickly said, “shut up,” to the air-- or Ben, rather-- slicing his hand in a silencing sound.

Raising a hand hesitantly, you gave a flick of your wrist in that direction, squeaking out a small, “Hi Ben.”

“If you two idiots are done,” Five muttered, but you stopped him as you said, “three idiots. It’s rude to dismiss Ben’s presence. You're his brother, be respectful.” Five ignored you. “The sooner we test this, the sooner we can leave.”

Oh, now he was speaking your language.

Shaking out your shoulders, you widened your stance and clapped your hands, saying, “alright, let's go.” Klaus gave some excited little claps as he stepped to your side, telling Five, “field trips are always so much fun!”

Taking in a deep breath, you let the energy seep out of you until that familiar snap surrounded you, this time entrapping not on you, but Klaus as well.

The smiling man quickly went silent.

“So,” you started hesitantly, turning to study his face. “Did it work?”

Multiple emotions seemed to cross his features, and it revealed to you certain hopelessness and vulnerability that was so unfamiliar to you and what you had known about him. It dawned on you at that moment that you had no idea what this meant. To him. To Five. Christ, nerves started to wrack through your body when you realized they could be having you do this just to try and kill you because they see it as some sort of ridiculous threat. Still, that seemed unlikely. No, they needed it somehow.

And as Klaus turned towards you, looking at you as if you were some wonderous figure and not just some crappy diner waiter working two jobs just to get by, you realized that whatever they had been searching for, they had found. Whatever Klaus had been searching for, he had found.

“They’re gone.”

His voice was just a fraction above a whisper, but it sent a chill across your skin as his intense gaze once again studied you with incredible fascination. But as he took a step forward, his hand oh-so-gently reaching for your hand, your focus went away and the force field fell, all the sounds and senses of the real world hitting you all at once.

Five was staring at you both with an odd look you didn’t quite know what to think of.

“Alright."

Clearing your throat, you took a small step back as the fog cleared out of your head, stating back a dull, “huh?”

“We’ll be at your apartment in the morning. Get ready to meet the others.”

Wait, what the fuck?

“My apartment? You guys haven’t even explained what you guys want from me!” You blurted, moving your head rapidly as you looked back and forth between the two.

“I’ll explain everything tomorrow,” was all Five said, as both him and Klaus began moving towards to door, clearly content with what they came here to do. Well, that was nice for them. They could sleep soundly as you sat up in bed all night looking up fucking umbrella academy conspiracy theories to try and convince yourself what happened here was actually real.

“There’s no way in hell you’re getting those Mickey Mouse pancakes now!” You shot back as he exited the door, huffing as you turned around to go clean up the plate.

Then something smacked hard on the back of your head, landing on the ground with a little rattle.

“Oopsie.”

Spinning around, gripping the back of your head, you were about to yell obscenities at Klaus who’d just thrown a spoon of all things, but he was already halfway out the door calling behind him, “I thought your little bubble would just appear like a party trick, bye!”

Idiots. Idiots had just taken over your life.

#klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves fanfic #klaus hargreeves fanfiction #klaus hargreen imagine #klaus hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy fanfic #the umbrella academy fanfiction #number five #five

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ao3feed-stucky · 4 years

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by ElliahRose

Peter Benjamin-Edward Stark has been through a lot in his life. Luckily he has a really good family to help him through all his problems. Peter was closer than ever with his parents---sort of---and his Aunt was okay and things finally seemed to be going back to normal.

Of course with Peter’s luck it wasn’t going to last.

With Hydra being Hydra and having nefarious plots to backup their evil ones, a strange sickness, a missing teen, as well as Peter’s crippling PTSD, Peter’s life may just spiral out of control once more.

Thank god for the Avengers, right?

Sequel to: Finding Their Way Home

Words: 902, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Let me pave the path until you come back

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts

Relationships: Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Tony Stark & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Peter Parker & May Parker, Peter Parker & Ned Leeds, Peter Parker & The Avengers, Peter Parker & James "Bucky" Barnes

Additional Tags: Peter Parker is Tony Stark's biological son, Peter Parker is Pepper Potts biological son, Domestic Avengers, Precious Peter Parker, Peter Parker Whump, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker has PTSD, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Ned Leeds is a Good Bro, Rhodey Is a Good Bro, Not Captain America: Civil War (Movie) Compliant, Not Captain America: The Winter Soldier Compliant, No movie compliant whoops, Civil War? Haven't heard of her before, Bruce Banner is a Good Doctor, and bro, He's both, Tony Stark really needs a hug man, Pepper Potts deserves an award, somebody help this poor family, I'm so sorry, Hydra is a meanie, Steve and Tony are best buds cuz I say so, Hydra Peter Parker, Natasha and Mj are murder buddies

#Bucky #AO3 works tagged 'James Barnes/Steve Rogers'#ao3feed #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #c

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tcmmysheiby · 5 years

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cheat: john shelby.

Request: can I please request a john shelby x reader where he cheats on her and realizes he's royally fucked up when she decides to leave him? Thank you! Word Count: 2316 words. Authors Note: feedback is appreciated so please give! even if it’s just a like or a reblog, I don’t mind! Thank you the request as well - requests are open and my rules are on my page.

The rain pounding against your bedroom windows did nothing to help your emotions, only making them more unwelcome with every passing second. You looked out of the window and watched as kids darted up the street so they wouldn’t get caught up in the storm that had targeted Small Heath, their clothes soaked yet smiles still there as they playfully ran with their friends. Dark clouds that loomed over Small Heath blackened the streets even more than they usually were, the rain striking the floor and bouncing back up as they landed with a heavy thud. The storm would pass soon and the sunshine would come back out but the thunderstorm would remain in your house as you unleashed all your anger out onto John.

It had been over three hours since you had seen him tucked away in his small office area with the woman you loathed so much, a smile on his face as he pressed his lips against her mouth. You didn’t make a scene and instead decided to walk away and keep your tears at bay until you reached your marital home, discharging all the emotions that had gathered up inside of you on the walk back.

You were conflicted with your thoughts. A part of you wanted to forgive John immediately and not finish the marriage that you thought was stronger than anything. You loved him so much that it hurt, he was your other half and you worshipped the ground that he walked on but you didn’t want to be a fool and remain in a marriage where the love was clearly one sided.

You knew for a fact that you deserved better than John Shelby who you currently thought of as a man with no backbone, a cheat and a liar. He was the father of your children though, the love your life and the thought of being without him sickened you but it also repulsed you when you pictured him with his arm wrapped another girl’s waist, his mouth on hers as they planned confidential getaways where they would more than likely laugh behind your back.

It was the sound of your name ringing through the house that brought you away from the thoughts that had been tainting your mind all day, John’s familiar accent singing along to some tune as he made his way into the kitchen to get a drink. Your heart stopped as you listened to him from upstairs, hearing the dishes been banged around and the cheerfulness in his voice. Your blood boiled at that, his arrogance something that you should have expected but it still surprised you.

“You alright, darling?” John asked as he made his way into the bedroom, preoccupied with trying to figure out where the kids were to notice your distant mood.

“The kids are spending the night at Polly’s,” you said, voice raw from all of the crying you had done in the recent hours.

Polly hadn’t once questioned your tear-stained face and stuffy nose when you brought the kids over to hers without warning, simply nodding and moving the children inside before comforting you with a hug. She whispered in your ear that everything would be alright, whatever it was but you laughed in her face at that, nothing would be alright again.

John nodded once, not daring to move any closer. “You alright?” he repeated, asking the question that you had ignored previously.

John gulped as he watched you look down at the ground, your arms crossed over your chest. He knew that he had fucked up but his ignorance was shocking and for a moment, John genuinely thought that it was over something foolish like not doing the dishes when you asked. It hit him though when you finally looked up at him, your eyes red-rimmed and cheeks stained from all of the tears you had cried.

“Do I not satisfy you anymore, John?” you asked, watching as he blinked a few times at your question. “Is it since I had Edward?” you continued, referring to your youngest child that you had delivered a few months previously. “I thought we satisfied each other, thought we loved each other - “ you cut yourself off with a sob, your hand covering your mouth as you turned back around so you didn’t have to face the man that you loved and hated.

“What are you talking about?” John asked, small parts of him praying that it wasn’t what he thought it was.

Placing his drink down on the bedside table, John dared to take a step forward but he quickly paused his actions when you put your hand up in the air, signalling for him to stop and not bother making any other movements.

You ran one hand over your face as you tried to calm yourself down, reminding yourself that you had neighbours and you didn’t fancy yours and John’s personal life being spread around Small Heath before the divorce papers had even been discussed. As much as you wanted to be calm and speak about things like adults, your voice was desperate to blare through the house as you screamed at John, telling him exactly how you felt and how you never wanted to see him again.

“I came to the office about lunch time because Katie had made you some sandwiches,” you paused and chuckled darkly, somewhat impressed with how your life had changed within such a small amount of time. It was only eight hours ago that you were kissing John goodbye, telling him that you loved him and that you would see him when he finished work. “And what did I see? My darling, lovely, fantastic fucking husband with a girl on his arm, his tongue down her throat.”

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“Not what it looks like?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes before setting your hard gaze on John who currently looked like a lost child, about to be yelled at by his disappointed parents. Regret ran through every vein in his body and he knew that there was no way he was getting out of this; he had been rumbled. “I know what I fucking saw and that was my fucking husband with her!”

John moved to sit at the edge of the bed, his hands clasped together as he looked down at the ground in shame. It had been a few stupid intoxicated mistakes that had turned into something more, no feelings were there lucidly a quick fuck with his new secretary when nobody was in the office.

Every time John was left alone in his office, his secretary vanishing to the bathroom to clean herself up, guilt would set in and your face would run through his mind when you found out, if you ever did, John had done his best to keep it away from you, plan to end things before they went any further but his luck had run out and now he was forced to face the consequences.

“I’m sorry.”

John didn’t know what to say, words stuck in his throat, his heart breaking as he realised what was coming. He knew that it was his own fault and your anger was justified, he was prepared to take whatever came his way but John was not a man that gave up easily and he would fight for the marriage.

“Is that all you have to say?”

You didn’t have the effort to be vexed or raise your voice, so exhausted after the day that you had, all you wanted to do was get rid of John before you forgave him for his infidelity. John was a fighter and John would not leave so easily, a full-blown argument was bound to start anytime soon and more than likely go on until the early hours of the morning.

“I don’t really know what you want me to say, if I am being honest with you.”

“Honest? Jesus, first time you’ve been honest in months.”

“It hasn’t been going on for months,” he stuttered, eyes turning to face the door so he didn’t have to sit and watch you cry because of him. “Few weeks at most.”

You laughed loudly, the sound a contrast to your tone of voice which was filled with venom and sarcasm. “That makes it to so much better!”

All you could think about was how delighted you had once been. You were childhood sweethearts; he was love of your life and the thought of living your life without John was intolerable. Your childhood memories that you shared with John were still fresh in your mind, visions of you and him running through the streets of Small Heath as you tried to evade his Polly’s irritation after breaking one of her favourite vases. He was the only man you had ever kissed, the only man you had ever been with intimately, the only man you had ever loved and he had fucked that up for a quick fuck.

John stood up, deciding that he had nothing to lose. “I’m sorry - “

“I’m sorry,” you laugh humourlessly at his voice, stepping forwards although in fear he steps back. “You weren’t sorry when you fucked her, you weren’t sorry when you came in here all laughing and smiling, you’re only sorry because you have been caught out and you don’t know what to do about it. Tell me, how does your future look without me in it?”

“Don’t do that.”

“Bet it feels a bit lonely, doesn’t it? Poor little John Shelby, sat all alone in this house with nobody but himself.” You waved your arms around in the air before pointing over towards the bed. “Why don’t you bring you precious secretary over? Can fuck her in our bed if you want? I’ll be gone so don’t worry about me.”

John wrapped his arms around himself and tried to contain everything, not wanting to cry in front of you. Just picturing his life without you felt wrong on so many levels. He would no longer saunter into his home that you had brought together and have kids surrounding his feet, wouldn’t see the grin on your face as you cooked dinner with the children, he would no longer get to experience your warmth on his skin as the two of you cuddled at night, speaking about the days and all of the things that had happened.

“I never wanted any of this to happen - “

“Oh, he speaks.”

“Just listen, love.” John took a deep breath and finally walked over to you, a sigh of relief coming from him when you made no attempt to move away. You allowed John to back you against the wall and place his hands on your waist, his voice low and gruff as he spoke to you. “I will never forgive myself for what I have done to you because it’s wrong and it’s disgusting. I want you to know that I love you more than anything in the world.” John paused and gripped your chin, forcing you to look from up from the floorboards and into his beautiful eyes that made you weak. “I know that you are going to leave and that’s fine, I want to give you time and space to think everything over but just know that I will always be here for you and the door will always be open if you want to come back.”

“You can close it John because I’m not coming back to you.” Your words were not believable at all and you knew this but it was all you could muster together as you hoped that John would get the hint. “You have fucked everything up. I mean, did you even think about the kids? How am I supposed to tell them that we aren’t together anymore?”

“Tell them nothing and stay with me, we can sort this out,” John suggested, a part of him expecting you to push away his body and begin the shouting you had been trying to avoid.

“Are you going to get with her?” you asked ignoring what John said and instead referring to his secretary.

John stifled a laugh and shook his head at your question. “I don’t want anything to do with her, only want you.”

“Why didn’t you have that mentality a few weeks ago?” you asked with a tilt of your head. It pained you to push John away but you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him for much longer, the scent of John and the closeness intoxicating you and it wouldn’t be long before you were doing something that you regretted. “I’m going to go now, John.”

“Where are you going to go?” John’s voice cracked as he spoke as he realised that you were truly going through with it.

You leaned down and grabbed your coat and a bag you had packed earlier before turning to look at John, a smile on your face that was unintelligible. John didn’t know it was a pitying smile, an exhausted smile or a thankful one, grateful for all of the years of happiness John had brought you before messing it up at the end.

“Polly’s for a while. Come around in a few days and we can sort out arrangements regarding the kids and stuff,” you told him, messing about with the handles of your bag as you stood in the doorway. John was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room, his heart beating faster than ever as he watched you nod towards the stairs, signalling that it was time for you to leave. “I’ll always love you.”

“And I’ll always love you, darling.” John finally allowed himself to cry but not for too long, wiping any tears away before you could see them. “It’ll be alright, I know it.”

#peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders #john shelby imagine #john shelby

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ao3feed-stevebucky · 4 years

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Home isn't just a place

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/31IIupA

by ElliahRose

Of course with Peter’s luck it wasn’t going to last.

Thank god for the Avengers, right?

Sequel to: Finding Their Way Home

Words: 902, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Let me pave the path until you come back

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/31IIupA

#ao3feed #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stevebucky #stucky #steve/bucky #stevexbucky #fanfic

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psalexanzondria · 6 years

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In too deep - Jasper x Single!Mother Reader

Fandom: Twilight

Pairing: Jasper x Single Mother!Reader

Requested: Yes!

Summary: Jasper falls in love with a widowed single mother with a 6 year old daughter.

Warning: Mentions of violent death, and crappy jobs.

AN: Sorry Nonny, if it’s not what you expected!

“Mommy, where we goin’?” Charleigh asks from her seat in the back of the car, causing me to look in the rear-view mirror at her. Her little hood is drawn up over her head, her blonde curls tucked neatly into the hood as the window is rolled down partway to help her feel better when she told me she wasn’t feeling good.

“We’re going to see Aunt Bella for a while, sweetie.” He eyes widen as she lets out a tiny cheer, throwing her arms up in excitement at my words, causing me to smile to myself.

“Auntie Bewwa!” She squeals, bouncing up and down in her carseat.

“Yup, so if you go night night, when you wake up we’ll be there.” I say, causing her to nod as excitedly as she can be, without basically ripping the seatbelt that is keeping her carseat from moving. It’s not even ten minutes later that Charleigh’s head falls to the side in her sleep, eyes fluttering with happy little dreams playing behind her eyelids as I grip the steering wheel tighter, watching the road as I feel the dread that was on my shoulders slowly lifting.

“Hi dad.” I greet as the door opens, and Police Chief Swan, my father, greets me with a one armed hug, Charleigh is sleeping in my arms in the bitterly cold night.

“Hey sweetie, come on in.” He answers, and I nod, shuffling into the house as I kick off my shoes, careful of Charleigh, who stirs in her sleep, before curling her head into my neck, snoring softly. “We have guests over, Bella’s boyfriend’s family.” Charlie explains as I nod, brushing my hair out of my face. “In the living room.”

“Alright.” I carefully enter the living room, seeing a bunch of beautiful people in various seats, Charlie drops into the recliner, and Bella is beside a brunette boy on the love seat. “Hey, sis.” I sing lightly, her head snaps up, and she is on her feet, hugging me while being careful of her niece.

“Oh my gosh, Zoi! Is this Charleigh?” She asks, causing me to nod, and she presses her hand to her mother as I shift Charleigh in my arms, her hood falling back to reveal her sleeping face, and blonde curls. “God, she’s beautiful!” Bella whispers, causing me to nod.

“Isn’t she?” I notice a blonde girl is hovering close to Bella’s shoulder, observing Charleigh. “Would you like to hold her?” I offer the blonde, causing her to blink rapidly, looking up at me as I smile at her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Zoi, this is Rosalie, and her fiancee Emmett. Alice and her girlfriend Miracle. Jasper and my boyfriend Edward, and their parents Esme and Carlisle.” Bella introduces, pointing to each individual person, each one is beautiful in their own way.

“Nice to meet you all. I’m Bella’s older sister, Zoi, as you may have guessed. This is my daughter Charleigh.” The little girl in my arm shifts, rubbing her eyes as she yawns.

“Where we at, Mama.” Charleigh whimpers as she stretch a bit.

“We’re at Grandpa Charlie’s and Auntie Bella’s.” I answer, causing her head to snap up, and her eyes to widen as her arms flap as she makes grabby fists at Bella.

“Auntie auntie!” She sings, causing me to laugh as I hand her to Bella, who panics a bit as she settles Charleigh on her hip.

“She’s precious.” Rosalie says, waving at my daughter, who giggles, hiding her face behind her hood.

“Thank you.”

“Is her father with you?” My dad asks, causing me to look at him.

“I know you don’t like-”

“No I do not like Roberto.” He snarls Charleigh’s father’s name like it is poison upon his lips.

“No, Roberto isn’t with me. He was gunned down when Charleigh was a 9 months old, which you would’ve known if you’d bothered to answer the phone, or call me back.” I answer with a bit of a snipe in my voice. “Not to mention, he took off when I was 6 month pregnant, so you know, no lovelorn or love lost there.” I turn back as Charleigh tilts her head at me, seeing th sour look on my face, she covers her face with her hands, then pulls them away with a bright smile.

“Boo!” She cries, causing me to pretend to startle, jumping as I press my hand to my heart.

“Oh! You scared me, you silly girl!” I tease as everyone watches our interactions, Bella hands her back to me as Charleigh yawns, rubbing her eyes again.

“I’m tired.” She murmurs, causing me to smile.

“Dad, will you show us t our room for the night?”

“That’d be my room!” Bella pops up from her seat beside Edward. “Edward and his brothers, and Carlisle are having a boy’s hunting trip of some kind, so Rose, Alice, Miracle, Esme, and I are going to have a girl’s night.”

“Good to know. Night guys.” I wave to the strange family.

“Night night!” Charleigh chirps, and we start up to the bedroom, Bella smiling at us all the way.

“What?” I ask with a partial laugh.

“Jasper couldn’t take his eyes off you. Except to look at Charleigh, with the eyes of a father.”

“No way.” I shake my head.

“Yes way!” Bella counters, causing me to pause.

“No!... Really?”

“Yeah!” Bella laughs, causing me to smile a bit, and she opens the door. “I’m just saying my observation.” With that, she leaves myself and Charleigh to settle in for the night, contently falling asleep once I’ve tucked Charleigh in.

Sitting on the back porch of the Cullen household, eight months later, I watch Charleigh dance with Emmett while Bella and Edward talk in the corner of the kitchen, and Alice and Rose are on either side of me, and Jasper is waiting for his turn for a dance with Charleigh. “Five, I can’t believe she’s five today.”

“I can’t believe she told Alice off, because she tried to throw her a party today.” Rosalie answers.

“This is what she wanted. To see her best friends.”

“She spoiled.” Alice jokes, watching Jasper lift Charleigh into his arms, dancing to the music from the boombox on the porch.

“She deserves to be spoiled.” I answer.

“You never told us why you moved here.” Rosalie points out.

“Okay, so Charleigh’s dad wasn’t really gunned down when she was 9 months old, he was gunned down two weeks before we moved here, because he owed money on some debt. After an attempt on kidnapping Charleigh, I moved us here.” I answer, causing Rose to look disgusted, and Alice frowns.

“What a horrible man.” Alice states, causing me to nod, and Jasper sets Charleigh down, grabbing his hand, she tugs him towards us, and I stand with a smile.

“There’s my princess!” I cry, and she beams up at me.

“Mr. Jasper wants to take us to dinner!” Charleigh beams. “Can we go? Can we? Can we?” She asks, causing me to kneel down, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“You betcha!”

“YAY! Can I wear my new princess dress?” She asks, causing me to nod, and she runs into Alice’s arms, who lifts her off the ground, carrying her inside to help her get changed as I smile after them.

“You didn’t have to do that.” I finally turn to Jasper, who smiles at me.

“Yes I did, It the only way I could think of, to get you to agree to go out with me.” I blink at his abruptness, feeling my cheeks burn with a vibrant blush.

“O-Oh.”

Rain pours outside as I stroke Charleigh’s head, watching her sleep, soothing her in her sleep so that she doesn’t jolt awake from the lightning and thunder again, the phone starts to ring in the kitchen, causing me to bolt to my feet, and dash out the door as quietly as I can, pressing TALK and forcing the door to my ear. “Hello?” I breath out.

“Zoi? Zoi, I need you to come in now.” My boss says from the other line.

“Now? But, I don’t work for two days- and I don’t have a babysitter.”

“Well, that’s not my fault is it? I need an order of jalapeno chicken fries, and a double cheese burger with heavy pickles, heavy cheese!” My boss answers.

“I have two days off, because my daughter is sick.” I respond.

“My poor heart. Find a sitter and get her, now!” He demands, the phone hangs up with a click, and I dial the first number that pops into my head.

“Hello?” I breath a sigh of relief.

“Jasper, thank god!”

“What’s a matter darlin? Is something wrong with Charleigh? Is she hurt? Are you hurt?” He asks, rapidly firing off questions.

“I need you to babysit. I just got called in by my jerk of a boss, and Charleigh is sick.” I explain.

“I’ll be there in five minutes, darlin.”

“Thank you so much, Jazz.”

“No problem.” With that, he hangs up, and is here in no time, the two of us exchanging words of politeness, and a quick hug, a chaste kiss of the cheek, before I’m dashing out the door in my uniform. I’m home not even two hours later.

“Welcome back, darlin.” Jasper asks as soon as I walk in the door, he’s bouncing a sleeping Charleigh in his arms.

“I quit.” I state, tossing my hat on a chair, and taking her from his arms.

“How come?”

“Doesn’t matter...” I pause, then answer. “Cause they called me in when I got two days off, to take care of Charleigh.” I answer, he follows me into Charleigh’s room, and tuck her into bed. “I have two more jobs. Anyway, how was she?”

“A bit of a fever, and some coughing- I gave her some of her medicine.”

“Took it without a problem?”

“Thunder woke her up, the medicine helped put her back to sleep, so nope.” He answers as I tug the blankets up around her chin, and he gestures to the living room as I nod, following to drop into a seat. “You okay?”

“Tired. Sore.” I answer, causing him to nod, walking into the kitchen, and he comes back out a few minutes later with a mug of cocoa, handing it to me as he sits on my coffee table, lifting my leg into his lap. After prying off my shoe, he rubs my legs, working on the tight muscles, before moving to my swollen foot, before drawing my other leg into his lap as he rubs it the same way as the first. “Anyone ever tell you that your fingers are heaven?”

“No,” He rumbles in laughter. “I can’t say they have. Glad to be of assistance.”

“You can massage my legs, any time.” I giggle.

“That sounds appealing. You have very nice legs.” He answers, running his hand up my leg, then hums as he smirks at me.

“Flirt.” I tease.

“Only with you, darlin.” He winks at me, causing me to smile at him, sipping at my cocoa, relaxing.

The bowl in my hands falls to the floor, shattering as everyone stares at Charleigh, who is sitting in Jasper’s lap, the southern vampire is staring at her in shock as well. “Mommy?” Charleigh tilts her head at me.

“I... excuse me.” I cross the room to the front door, feeling everyone stare at me as I leave the house, the door shutting behind me as the harsh cold of the snow nips at my skin.

“Darlin?” I jump, turning to see Jasper standing in the doorway, he smiles softly at me as I hug my arms to my chest. “You okay?” He asks, wrapping his arms around my waist, and I nod. “Good.” He leans down, pecking me on the lips, in a chaste manor.

“I just... I didn’t think she’d- Jasper, I am so sorry.” He chuckles, tucking my head under his chin.

“It’s okay, darlin. She’s six, she doesn’t know better.” He answers, stroking my hair. “I don’t mind either way.”

“But, we haven’t even been together long enough for her to-”

“Don’t. Worry.” He leans back, cupping my cheek as he presses his lips to mine between both of the words.

“I didn’t think this would be so difficult.”

“What’s so difficult?”

“When I moved here, or when we started dating almost two years ago, I didn’t think that I’d go from single mother, to basically adopted by an entire family of vampires, and my daughter getting adopted along with me.” I press my hand to my head, taking a deep breath. “But, how do I explain to Charleigh that you aren’t her daddy, when that’s what she just called you?!” I sigh, shaking my head.

“You know that I care about you, and I love Charleigh.” Jasper smiles at me. “I love you.” I blink at him in surprise. “So, if you would let me be Charleigh’s daddy, I would love that.” Jasper explains finally, he kneels down, pulling a ring from his pocket, and holds it out to me. “Will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?” My hand flies to my mouth as I feel my eyes tear up, and he smiles as I nod, grabbing his face, and kissing him senselessly.

Charleigh and Renesmee giggle as they run down the aisle, I watch as Jasper stoops down, Charleigh into is arms, and she hugs him as I smile from my hiding place in the corner of the room. “Zoi, what’re you doing?!” I jump at Alice’s harsh voice, Jasper’s head snaps over to us as I tug my robe shut before he can see my dress.

“Darlin?” Jasper is at my side in a second, causing his pixie-like sister to growl in annoyance. “Is something wrong?” He asks quietly, looking at the few people at the end of the church, wait for the wedding to start.

“Cold feet.” I answer, smiling up at him. “Better now.”

“You know I love you, right darlin?” Jasper says, leaning his forehead against my own, and I smile at him.

“I know. I love you too.” He smiles at me, pecking me on the lips, and steps back, smiling at me.

“I’ll be waiting for you at the end of the aisle.”

“I’ll be the one in white.” I joke, causing him so smile, kissing me once more, before disappearing back down the aisle as Alice tugs me back towards the dressing room.

Staring into Jasper’s eyes, before our friends and families, my heartbeats echo in my chest, and he has nothing but raw love and adoration in his eyes, causing my heart to beat even faster, my eyes fogging up with tears as we start on our vows.

“Zoi, as I stand here before you in the presence of these witnesses, I, Jasper Hale, take you to be my Wife, I vow to love, cherish, and honor both you, and Charleigh, who I vow to treat and care, and love for as my daughter, be it by blood or marriage. I promise to be patient, loving, and caring, I vow to make you both happy, to make you laugh, and to be there, through the good, and through the bad, through the happy and through the sad. You are the first person I want to see in the morning and the last at night. I look forward to loving the smallest moments, like your voice, when you tuck Charleigh in at night. Spin a coin into a fountain and make a wish for us. You are my wish come true.” I choke on a sound, between a laugh and a sob, my hand covering my mouth as tears well in my eyes, and I grab his face, kissing him.

“Oh!” I laugh. “I kissed him too soon!” Everyone laughs as Carlisle smile in understanding. “Jasper, as I stand here before you, once a single mother with too much love to give, I, Zoi Swan, take you to be my Husband. To give you the right to love and care for my daughter, as your own, and I vow to love, cherish, and honor you, I promise to be understanding, caring, and honest, I vow to make you happy, to be there through anything and everything. And Jasper, may you never steal, lie, or cheat, but if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows, and if you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life, and if you must cheat, then please cheat death because I couldn't live a day without you. I promise never to let go of your hand, that the hand that I take now, will be the same one I hold in the autumn of our lives, for you are my best friend, my confidant. Marrying you, accepting you into our family, is truly my every desire fulfilled.” Jasper smiles at me as he lifts my hand to his cheek, kissing the palm, and Carlisle has us exchange rings, before pronouncing us man and wife, and Jasper kisses me more passionately than he ever has before, the world dissolves around us, and I can’t even hear the cheers and clapping of our family until Jasper pulls away, scooping Charleigh up in his arms.

“We’re gonna be a family?” She asks.

“Yes, baby, we’re gonna be a family. You, me, and daddy.” I answer, kissing her on the cheek.

“Yay!” She cheers, causing Jasper and I to smile.

“Hey, I love you, Mrs. Hale.”

“It’s Mrs. Whitlock.”

“What?” Jasper’s tawny gaze widens.

“According to the marriage license, it’s Mrs. Whitlock.” I answer, and he sweeps me up in his free arm, spinning around as I laugh merrily.

“God, I love you!” He murmurs, pressing his forehead to my own, and I smile at him.

“And, I love you.” I answer, cupping his cheek, kissing him passionately.

“Ew! Mommy, that’s my daddy!” Charleigh protests, causing Jasper and I to pull away, looking at her as we both laugh. My heart beats, happily as I find myself thinking ‘And I thought I was in too deep.’

Hope you guys enjoyed! Happy Holidays by the way!

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