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sirisuorionblack · 3 years

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Wonders in the Rain

Remus Lupin x CEO!Reader

Summary - After being unemployed for very long Remus reluctantly allowed his best friend to find him a job as the PA of her boss. And he would forever be grateful to her for that.

Warnings - Metions of death.

A/N This is also a fic written for @leydileyla 's 1K followers celebration. And now this fic is by far the longest I’ve written with 4K words. So, enjoy!

You groaned, throwing your pen onto the pile of papers and stood up from the confinement of your study desk and slowly walked towards the coffee machine to fill in the third cup of coffee since the morning and it wasn’t even past noon.

It was difficult and exhausting being the CEO of the most renowned company at the age of 21. It was certainly something you hadn’t expected when two years ago your mother said it would be you who continues her legacy and take care of the company in her death bed. You weren’t ready when you were announced the CEO right after the funeral, the grief inside you never had time to dissipate.

You remember so vividly as you stood in the corner of the room, dressed in all black, eyes swollen as the aftermath of losing your world overnight took a toll on you. Your little brother, at the mere age of 11 looked up at you with wide eyes unknown of what was going on as he clung to you, tightly and you held him as tight, afraid you would lose him just as you lost…the man who the cause for the illness of your mother. Her husband, your father, whose name spurred rage in you as you recollected him arguing with your mother and leaving you and your brother to watch as your mother collapsed onto the floor.

You smiled pleasantly as your eyes fell on the beautiful woman you had the privilege to call your mother. It was her last picture. Your brother and you were huddled in her arms, a wide smile on your face as your mother kissed your forehead, your eye closed as your brother looked at you, his head thrown back as laughter engulfed him. It was like the time was frozen and you would rather be that girl - carefree and filled with happiness than…you, life so dark you can’t see anything except for the little shine that you so dearly held close to you in protection - your brother.

That was all in your life. Brother and company. Nothing in the orbit of love. It disgusted you ever since you saw your father leave. You despised that feeling of giving someone so much of yourself only for them to dust it off as though it was nothing but a speck of dirt.

“Ms (L/N)?” your trail of thoughts were interrupted by a sweet voice. You composed yourself, placing the photograph on the table and turned around. It was Lily Evans, an employee of yours who you could very well say was close to you. She knew everything about you, from what you do first in the morning to your drastic sleeping schedule. She almost knew how you would react in every situation yet you couldn’t label your relation with her.

“Yes,” you turned around, avoiding her eyes. She stepped into your lavish office the only person ever having the privilege of being allowed to.

“So, there is this really good friend of mine-” she started with a feared voice only to be cut off by you.

“Evans, please, if this is some sort of a recommendation-” You said and paused as she hurriedly said, “No, no, no. I mean, yes, but he really deserves it,”

“Fine, what is it?” you said, sighing as you once again took a seat behind your messy desk.

“I’ve heard people say things about you never having a PA and my friend is actually, I mean, would actually love to take that position,” she said awkwardly. You smirked and leaned back on your chair, looking at her intently as she blushed under your intense gaze.

You shook your head, “Fine, but I want to meet him and then I will decide,”

You watched as Lily’s was brightened and she nodded enthusiastically, “Just an hour and he will be here to meet you,”

You hesitated thinking of your schedule before she said, “You are free the next few hours,”

“And how do you know that?” you asked, raising your eyebrows.

“I just heard,” she said, looking at the soles of her shoes.

You rolled your eyes, “No wonder I can’t keep any secrets,”

You were known for many conspiracy theories and gossips. It was difficult at the start, many breakdowns later you were broken enough that all those knives passed right through the holes, never affecting you.

You were not excited about the arrival of Lily’s friend and time passed so quickly that before you knew it there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” you mumbled, too endorsed in your work to even look up or comprehend the sudden presence.

“M-Ms (L/N),” you heard a deep voice say. The voice was new and one you had never heard of and your head automatically whipped to look at the source, startling the poor guy before you. Scars were littering his face and had a failed attempt at masking the exhaustion. He looked weak although there was a pleasant aura surrounding him, buzzing around him with energy.

He played with the hem of his denim jacket, shifting from one foot to another. His ripped jeans and slightly dirty shirt telling he wasn’t prepared for this meet. He gulped, “My name is Remus, uh, Remus Lupin,”

You blinked and stood up from your chair, “Who-why are you here?”

Remus’ eyes widened, “I-um, I, Lily told you wanted to see me. I mean, like wanted to meet me before you gave the, uh, the job,”

For the first time, Remus saw you smile. Remus always admired you, the power and authority that radiated off you was bewildering when considered you were just 21, a year younger than himself and a successful CEO while here he was jobless and wandering around aimlessly.

Of course, it hurt that ego instilled in him but he wasn’t gonna lose the opportunity of having some money in his hand to pay off his bills. Working as a PA to a girl younger than you wasn’t often considered a better one, and his mother told that very thing when he had called her minutes ago.

You chuckled, “Take a seat,” you sat down and beckoned him to a chair placed on the opposite side of the desk. You closed the cap of your pen as Remus awkwardly walked towards the desk.

“So, tell me something about you,” You said, your eyes boring into his eyes. They were gorgeous to Remus and it was terrifying when the reality set in that he was sitting before the (Y/N) (L/N). Someone he had admired only while scrolling through his phone and watching the news.

You shook your hand dismissively, “I’ll rephrase that,” you sat in a more comfortable position on the chair, “Tell me about the companies you’ve worked for before, your qualification and some basic information about you like your age and things. If you don’t mind, that is,”

“No, no, of course,” Remus said, “I just graduated from my university and I’ve worked for a minor publishing house for about six months,”

“And why aren’t you working with them anymore?” You asked but immediately asked him to continue as the subtle melancholy wove into his facial expressions and his fingers twitched.

“Um, I studied English literature and yeah,” He said, shrugging and finally a small smile formed on his face.

You chuckled, shaking your head, “Where are you from?”

“Wales,” he said, without leaving a gap and was weirded out to find the odd feeling in his stomach as he saw you smile and chuckle over again in the short span of time you had met him.

“Beautiful,” You glanced at the desktop placed on the side of your table and then looked back at him, “It's not gonna be an easy ride of you being my PA you might know the controversies that sparked in the past,”

“Yes, mam,” Remus nodded, his hands that were tightly clasped together was sweating profusely.

“You will be sent an email that will let you know about the rest of the details. Make sure you read it thoroughly,” You said, glancing at the computer screen again.

“Yes mam,” Remus said, fiddling with his fingers.

“Also, the date when you can join will be mentioned in the email itself,” you smiled at him, “And that’s about it,”

“Oh, alright,” Remus stood up slowly.

“Your appointed, Mr Lupin,” You said once again and watched as the glow finally found his face after your confirmation. He grinned happily and said, “Thank you very much, Ms (L/N),” and dashed out of the room without another word, leaving you feeling extremely happy for some reason as you returned to your tedious paper.

Two months, that’s how long you had known Remus and over time it was appropriate to say the two of you grew closer.

You had never had anyone to stand behind you and guide you to what is right, it was always you, yourself alone in the vast arena named society feeling scared and little in the insides while having a brave facade outside. It was extremely difficult to push everything aside and struggle to move forward alone and without proper guidance.

But ever since Remus was appointed two months ago, he had never left your side. It was as though somebody had stepped beside you on the high podium you stood on, facing what was worse than galloping hordes. The comforting aura radiating off him calmed the burning insecurity and fear drilled into you. He stood like a guard, a mentor and a…friend. You’d go a far as to say family as you saw the ways he behaved with your brother.

Remus never made you regret a thing in your regretful life. It was almost bewildering in the start at what he could do. He had made a tiny hole in the wall you had created for yourself from the world. And the little crack Remus created bombarded him with everything he knew that you wouldn't have told anyone else.

You weren’t aware how he knew all those things about you that even you didn’t. It was as though he knew exactly what you would do before you even thought of it. Remus Lupin did wonders to you.

And (Y/N) (L/N) did wonders to him. Remus couldn’t calm his nerves the first day he walked into your office in that posh suit and saw that bright sparkle in your beautiful eyes. He fell. Quite literally, it was extremely awkward when he tripped over his own foot and had to hold onto the door handle. But you had a smile and beckoned him inside saying it happens all the time and how you had to change the layout of the office.

Just as Sirius Black - the love god as he demanded to be called - predicted, by the end of the first month, Remus was smitten over you. He couldn’t find a reason to dislike you in fact, every minuscule detail he learned about you just made him like you more.

One drunken confession to the “love God”, Remus was clear of his feelings to you and he was never one to understand his feelings, rather run away from them and he had lost a handful of relations like that and he never wanted to do it again yet there wasn’t a chance he could tell them to you and the victim of the mess of his love life was James (Remus thought he deserved it).

Remus groaned, leaning back on his chair and rubbed his eyes. He received the mail for the annual conference that would be held where thousands of companies would be having a discussion. It was a really good idea but you hated it and just yesterday he had listened to you speak passionately against it, although Remus just heard the first few sentences and the rest of them falling into his deaf ears as he stared at you.

“Remus,” Lily shook his arm, “Remus!”

“I'm listening,” He mumbled and he didn’t have to see her to know she would have rolled her eyes.

“What is the email about?” She asked.

“Read it yourself, Evans,” he said with a sigh.

“Is this what you would have told to the love of your life?” she said but he could hear her voice drawl as she read the mail. Remus mumbled, “I don’t love,”

“Sure you don’t, Lupin,” she scoffed. Remus knew what was happening and who she was referring but he would dare say it himself and be teased relentlessly.

“So, why are you groaning to attend a conference,” Lily asked.

“She hates that,” Remus said, still not opening his eyes.

“Ah, she hates everything,” Lily said and he failed to notice the smirk on her lips as he defended you and glared at her.

“First of all, it’s overseas and she said they would be poorly organised. Second, she doesn’t hate everything, alright, you just don’t know what she likes,” He said, sitting straight on his chair.

“Sure, sure, Remus,” She said, teasing and left not before ruffling his mass curls, “You suck, do you that?”

”Yep, ask James of it!” She said, winking at him as Remus groaned, disgusted.

“Ms (L/N),” Remus managed to leave his seat 30 minutes later, mentally preparing himself. You looked at him with a bright smile and beckoned him in by waving your hand enthusiastically. It physically hurt Remus to think he would be the one delivering the news that would wipe the grin off your face.

“The annual conference-” Before Remus could even complete his sentence he saw your mood shift completely by how you slammed your head against your study desk. He winced.

“When is it?” He could hear you mumble. You would be thoroughly pissed if he told when it was. Remus shifted his weight from one foot to another and said, “Day after tomorrow,”

“Day after tomorrow!?” you yelled, whipping your head to look at him. Remus nodded apologetically.

And here you were two days later, in your private plane flying to a place where you dreaded to go. Although the only good thing in this was seeing Remus in a causal outfit other than his tailored black suit even that was overpowered by the fact that it was seven in the evening.

“We will be there in about two hours,” Remus said, scrolling through his phone, “You can take a nap and once we reach there we need to get to the location they sent by a car they have arranged,”

“They arranged a car?” You asked, blinking at him.

“Yes, they did,” he shrugged, closing his phone and keeping it in the holder. He looked into your bewildered eyes.

“Do we have a backup plan?” you asked, glaring at him.

“We-no? Why do we need a backup plan?” He asked, puzzled.

“Remus, do you remember when I told you about their ability to organising things?” You said, looking at him accusingly. Remus took a deep breath, he had not just forgotten them but ignored them too.

“Uh,” He gulped and rubbed the back of his neck, “We-”

”Lupin, I swear I am not walking miles!” you scolded. And for some reason, Remus’ damned mind could predict exactly what Sirius would have said at the moment and was almost tempted to say the exact words he would have said, “I’ll carry you, don’t worry,” but Remus knew better.

“You won’t, promise,” He gave thumbs up, “Now, you get your needed nap, yeah?”

“Would you leave?” you asked, staring into Remus’ eyes with mixed emotions and he couldn't place a finger on what exactly it was to give a response, so he resorted to the good ol’, “Do you want me to leave?”

You took a deep breath. Did you want him to leave? You were torn between yourself. One part of you wanted him to stay with you, having no strength to battle with your thoughts alone although he wasn’t going to do much, his sole presence was comforting for you. The other part was scared. Scared of what he could do and just fear blocking every thought of yours.

But the fear, somehow, for the first time was brought down and you whispered, “Stay,” and who was Remus to disobey that.

After two exhausting hours confined in that plane, the first thing you did once you got off the plane was crack your joints while walking outside and Remus stood on the side chuckling at you.

“Well, you are the one who is supposed to do it,” You said, rolling your eyes with a smile. He walked to your side, “I don’t exactly ‘cause I knew how to sit on a plane,”

“Oh is it now?” You scoffed.

Remus hummed, “Yep!”

“How else do you sleep in that uncomfortable seat?”

“You wouldn’t kill me if I said, would you?” He asked, looking at you cautiously.

You shrugged, “It depends,”

“Alright. Um, that’s not reassuring but I’ll tell - you don’t sleep when you on a plane,” Remus said and watched as you whipped your head towards him and glaring.

“What sort of a creature are you?!”

“A good one,”

“Ooh, getting brave now are we, Lupin,” You bumped your shoulder with him and Remus chuckled, shaking his head.

“Remus, how long will it take?” You asked glaring at him, who spoke frantically to someone on his phone. The two of you were still in the airport after an hour or so and just like you warned the car has not yet arrived. You huffed and looked at the large window panels that showed the exit of the airport. The sun had already set, not a speck of it in the sky. It was pitch black, the half-moon already shining with the stars in its company.

You always loved staring at the sky. It not just reminded of your mother but her interpretation. She always considered the moon to be herself when she was younger. The little stars close to it were you and your brother and the rest all were her employees and comrades. She later said the moon was you and the stars behind you were every single person you would meet and the beautiful night sky was reserved for a special person. However, you tried to oppose her point, she stood her stand and told you that one day you will understand it and perhaps it was about time you did.

You felt someone touch your hand and when you turned to look, Remus was crouched before you, his scarred hand on top of yours. His bright eyes were apologetic as he stared into your eyes. He was confused about how watery it was. Remus scrunched his eyebrows, “Are you alright?” You nodded with a smile. Remus sighed and held your hand tightly in his.

“The car didn’t come, isn’t it?” you asked with a smirk. Remus ducked his head low. He always felt extremely guilty when he couldn’t do the job he was given and certainly not when he ignored the instruction.

He was surprised to hear you chuckle, “It’s alright,” You said, grinning at him.

Remus’ eyes widened, “Really?”

You shrugged, “There isn’t much that I can do now, is it?”

“I-I’m really sorry,” He hoped you would accept his apology.

You laughed, “It’s OK, Remus, calm down and think of how we are going there now,”

“Yes, about that the organizer said they would arrange us a motorbike,” Remus grimaced in anticipation of your reaction.

“Really?” You asked, your eyes widened in excitement.

“Yeah, it’s actually there at the exit of the terminal,” he said.

“Ah! Can we use it then?” sitting on the edge of the seat you asked him with a childish excitement making Remus’ heart swell happiness. He stared at you with a mild smile on your face as he chuckled.

“That’s why it is there in the first place,” he said and watched your eyes lit up with no concern of the sass in his words that usually wasn’t ignored.

“I wanna see it!” You stood up abruptly and pulled him up with you. Although getting slightly intimidated by how he towered over you, the profound excitement of finally seeing a motorbike coursed through your veins like fire.

Remus chuckled, “Yes, of course,”

He couldn’t believe it. Remus couldn’t believe the sight before him - his ever stoic boss had her jaw dropped to the floor as she saw the motorbike.

It all quite made sense if he had to think of it, it was impossible for you to drive it down the streets anywhere back home but here it was rather unknown of your arrival, so you could zoom through the streets as you whished without a sense of fear. It was one of the reasons why you chose to travel in the night while announcing you would be leaving the country in the morning.

“Ahh, this is so beautiful!” you gushed, walking closer and running your hand across the seat, “Can I drive? Please?”

“As you should. I dunno to drive that,” Remus said, shrugging.

“It’s alright,” You waved your hand, dismissively, “I’m not gonna judge,”

As you swing your leg over the bike seat and adjust your coat, you said, “My mum got me one for my 18th birthday and I was obsessed over it, like that’s was my only means of transportation,”

“That’s brilliant,” Remus said as he planned the first thing he would do once he is back home.

You and Remus were high on adrenaline as the two of you zoomed into the night. The feeling of cutting through the air with wide grins and hollering happily was indeed beautiful and in the back of your mind, the astonishment of how long it had taken you for being like this again baffled.

But it all went down once the light drizzle became fully-fledged rain. Having to park the motorbike by some bus stop, the two of you held your jackets above your head and ducked inside, still grinning.

“Ah, the bike is getting wet,” you said, the thought dampening your mood.

“This doesn’t seem to be stopping any soon,” Remus said, taking a deep breath as he scanned the surroundings. It was pitch black except for the moon shining down at you. It was such a sight for sore eyes when Remus turned to look at you, your coat was tightly wrapped around yourself, your hair dripping with the rainwater, your eyes shining as you watched your surrounding. You looked divine.

Remus didn’t know what he was thinking when he took hold of your hand and ran out of the bus stop. “Remus! What are you doing!?” You yelled as he pulled you to the middle of the deserted road.

“You said to me once you loved dancing in the rain!” he said, pushing the water out of his eyes.

“But-” You looked around, the adrenaline still rushing inside and it indeed was your dream to be out in the streets dancing while rain poured down and the night sky guarded you. Remus let go of your hand, his eyes never leaving you as your legs slowly started moving as though by nature of the memory.

Time slipped through your hands and before you knew it, after all the laughter, you were back in Remus’ arms, staring into his eyes. You always loved them, feeling as though they held mystery amidst them although always raw. You knew on your fingertips how he felt at that moment when you could just see his eyes but now, it was unknown.

Remus had a gentle smile on his face as he protectively had his arms wrapped around your waist, a reassurance to himself that you were indeed protected from anything and everything. He leaned down to keep the two of you close and warm.

“Remus,” you whispered, silently. He smiled, allowing his eyes to shut as the echo of his name tumbling from your lips ran in his ears and before he knew it before he had control on himself, Remus blurted, “I love you,”

He was stunned to hear the tiny gasp leaving your mouth and his heart was wrenched out when he saw the disbelief and incredulity in your eyes, “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong!?” you yelled and Remu was taken aback, “Is that what you ask after telling me you love me?!”

”I am sorry," his statement ended more like a question as he looked at you with wide eyes. The rain was still pouring and he didn’t know if it was the rain or your own tears in your eyes.

“Jerk!” You yelled, your fingers holding his drenched shirt tightly as your chest heaved rapidly.

Remus wasn’t confused, he was beyond just confused about your reaction. You were yelling at him like he was some stupid but never letting go of him and now he was never the best at these messes.

Clearing his mind off all the thoughts he cautiously moved his hand to rest on the side of your cheek and watched as your eyes closed, your own hand moving to hold his tightly.

Remus leaned down and kissed your forehead. He had never seen you more vulnerable as a sob escaped your lips and you slammed against his chest, your arm tightly wrapped around his torso.

It was the first time in three years had you been kissed on the forehead and that alone proved to you that Remus was different. He is your night sky.

Remus held you tightly in the comfort of his arms as you whispered “I love you” into his shoulder. He never knew when the rain stopped. And now the surrounding was fragile. It was just you and him in the deserted street, the freshly smelling earth, the stars and moon shining down at you…and love.

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imaginejamesandsirius · 3 years

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James comes back as a vampire 12 years after the fact (so 3rd year for harry in like december) and the law says children can't live alone with vampires so James has to marry someone by the end of the school year or harry goes back to his aunt and uncle. James starts to panic until Remus informs him that gay marriage has since been legalized, after which he proposes to Sirius, and he says yes and they're very in love and it's so cute

Hogwarts had vampire wards. James hadn't known about that. His idea had been to march right up to Dumbledore and ask what the hell he was thinking, leaving his son with two muggles that hated magic, but he couldn't get through. It's not like he'd been planning on kidnapping Harry (well, he’d considered it but decided otherwise), but he wanted to see him. It had been over a decade. The last time he'd seen his boy, he'd been a baby; he could say a handful of babbled words and run around, and that had been it.

James gave a frustrated kick to the impenetrable wall that was keeping him from seeing his son, then whirled away to find Remus. He'd already seen in the paper that Sirius was an escaped convict, which wouldn't make him easy to find. Remus, however, was very likely still in Wales, staying in his parent's old house.

He needed somebody to help him plan. There were a dozen different things that needed to be done, and he no idea how to accomplish any of it. Which he wasn't used to. Becoming a vampire had changed more than just his diet.

For the first five years, sunlight had burned him, so he couldn't leave if he wanted to. And his sire hadn't wanted for him to leave, so he'd been unable to. It was only when his sire bit off more than he could chew-- centaur, you'd think he would've known better, even if their blood was supposedly ambrosia-- that James had been able to leave the grounds. And he wasn't too sure about whether or not immortality was a myth, but he did know that his body hadn't changed appearance since his transition. He wouldn't be surprised if, sixty years from now, he dropped dead from old age and that was the end of it.

Most importantly right now though, was the fact that he couldn't think. His mind was muddled. All he could think about was how angry he was with Dumbledore for having left Harry with Lily's horrid sister and her husband. A couple that James knew for a fact hated him, and he couldn't imagine that they would be any kinder to Harry now than they'd been when he was a baby. The need to protect Harry was burning him from the inside out.

He knew that Remus was the only person he trusted that was available to help him, so he went to his house. It was empty. James gave a frustrated snarl and left just as quickly as he'd arrived. Where the hell could he be?

He walked for a long time. Long enough that the sun set and he was walking in total darkness. Perk of being a vampire was that he could still see. He'd been hoping that he wouldn't need glasses anymore, but he did. He should find sunglasses though, for when the sun came back up. It didn't burn him anymore, but it was awfully bright; he'd spent all day squinting against it.

As it turned out, he hadn't been able to find Remus because Moony had been at Hogwarts, teaching Defense. James had been hanging around Hogsmeade when there was a weekend out for the students, and that's how he saw Harry again. He was a little ashamed to say that he'd scared him. He hadn't meant to, but he'd sort of grabbed him away from his friends, and then he'd seen Snape and his fangs came out and... yeah, it was better not to dwell on it.

All's well that ends well, because Sirius found him that afternoon because of the commotion, and Harry had actually looked happy to see him when he had to head back inside Hogwarts for the night.

"I can't believe you're here," Sirius whispered. He was looking at James like he was a miracle.

James knew the feeling. When he'd learned that Harry had been living with the Dursley's, he'd thought that Sirius was dead. It hadn't taken long before he was in Wizarding London and saw all the Wanted posters, but a part of him had still wondered. After all, if Sirius had been alive, there would've been no reason for him to be in Azkaban, and if he had been in Azkaban, there was no reason for him to have waited so long to bust out.

He didn't understand any of it. He didn't know how things had gotten so bad so quickly. He'd been Turned, and Lily had been killed, but Sirius had been Harry's godfather, and if he hadn't been around for whatever reason, Harry should've gone to Remus! There was a line of people that Harry should've been raised by, and the Dursley's were nowhere in that line.

"What happened?" James asked instead of replying to what Sirius said. "What the hell happened?"

Sirius shook his head. He threw his arms around James and started to cry. James held him while he sobbed, and then for a long time afterwards.

Dumbledore sent him a patronus requesting a meeting, and Sirius transformed into Padfoot and made himself scarce.

James would love nothing more than to meet with Dumbledore and ask just what the hell he had been thinking for the past twelve years, but there was a little snag of he couldn't get through the bloody wards. He sent a reply saying basically that, and a minute later, Dumbledore came out to him.

Before hello's could be exchanged, James said, "How could you send Harry to live with those people?"

"With you gone, Lily and Marlene dead, and Sirius in prison, they were the only legal option," Dumbledore replied calmly.

"What about Remus?"

"Werewolves can't raise children alone, and Remus was not married."

"That's bullshit." And it must've been made into a law after him and Lily went into hiding, because it sure as hell hadn't been one when they set everything up.

"Personal feelings aside, it is the law." Dumbledore hesitated, then said, "Vampires are also unable to raise children unless they are married to a non-creature."

James paled, a cold fear sweeping through him. "What? But- Harry's my son. No one could keep him from me."

They continued talking, and Dumbledore explained the law and when it had been passed. There was all sorts of anti-creature legislation now, and it was throwing a wrench in James's half put together plans. In the course of their conversation, James was able to convince Dumbledore that Sirius was innocent. He didn't even know what Sirius had supposedly done, but he was able to convince Dumbledore of it.

Potter Mansion wasn't in great condition, but it was empty, and both him and Sirius could stay there. When winter break came around, Remus stayed with them as well. He wished that Harry could, but his guardianship was up in the air, and having him stay would be more like kidnapping than him spending the break with his father.

Sirius was in the process of being cleared of all charges, but since it hadn't gone through yet, he didn't have the legal right to raise Harry. Remus and James were creatures, so it's not like they'd be spontaneously allowed to raise him.

"I hate this," James said. He was sipping on blood, and Remus was nursing a cup of tea. Sirius was upstairs, sleeping. He spent a lot of his time sleeping so that he could recover faster, but it was still a slow process. By the time his name was cleared, he probably wouldn't look like a walking skeleton anymore. Skeletal or not, James still thought he was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen.

He did wish that the Ministry would hurry up. They said that it would be at least a year before Sirius would have the restrictions lifted, but it would likely take longer than that. James wasn't sure there was a rhyme or reason to the different rules, and he hated it. For instance, he was able to live on his own if he wanted, but he couldn't be the sole guardian of a child. He could travel around Great Britain, but he wasn't supposed to fly or use a portkey. One toe out of line, and Sirius could be arrested until the verdict was reached.

"Being a vampire?" Remus guessed.

"No. This whole custody mess with Harry. I can't raise him unless I get married, but who the hell am I supposed to marry? If I had a friend who was willing, it would be easy, but everyone I knew is dead. Which means I have to find some bird and convince her to marry me even though I don't love her."

Remus looked at him for a long moment.

Misinterpreting what the look meant, James said, "See? It sucks. There's no way I'm going to pull it off. Harry's going to get sent back to that sodding house where they hate him."

"James, some things have changed since you were last here."

"Don't even try to tell me that they don't hate magic, because Harry told me, and-"

"No, not that," Remus said with a small smile. "I meant that two men can get married now. It's legal."

James jerked, sitting up straight and looking at Remus with an intense focus that he hadn't been able to manage before he was a vampire. "Say again?"

"Two men can get married." You and Sirius can get married.

"You’re a genius. Is Sirius allowed to get married right now?"

Remus nodded. "I checked. I thought it was weird that you didn't already do it, but." He shrugged, and James understood. He hadn't known that he could marry another man, and Remus had thought there was a legal boundary that he hadn't been aware of, so he'd checked for them.

"Huh." James looked down into his glass of blood like it had the answers he was looking for. "How should I propose? I want it to be great. Something he can look back on and know how much I love him."

"I'm not great at romance," Remus said, scratching at his ear uncomfortably. "So erm, all I'm going to say that Sirius always knows how much you love him."

It was a nice idea, but Remus didn't know how insecure Sirius could be. It had only gotten worse since all their time apart. James understood, and he didn't begrudge Sirius for it for a second, but he also wasn't going to talk to Remus about it. Some things were personal. "Yeah. I'm sure I'll think of something. I just want it to be perfect."

"I'm sure it will be," Remus said, giving him a comforting smile.

"I love you so much," James said softly, brushing Sirius's hair away from his face. Not that it had been in his face very much to begin with.

Sirius smiled. It wasn't wide and overtaking his entire face; it was a small, private thing. Like if there was anyone else in the room, he would still want for James to be the only one to see it.

"I hated having to live without you for so long. I kept wanting to get out. I dreamt about getting home to find you and Harry waiting for me."

"I'm sorry it wasn't like that," Sirius said, regret and sorrow making his voice weak.

"No, that's not what I mean. I mean that thinking about you got me through it. I couldn't see the sun for so long, but when I thought about you, I didn't feel as trapped. You were my warmth. My freedom. There were times that I worried I was putting you on a pedestal. That I'd get out and find that you weren't how I remembered, but you're not. Things have changed, but you're still the person I fell in love with. You're as amazing and perfect as I thought you were when we first started dating. I never want to live without you. I want us to be a family the way we should've been this entire time. You, me, Harry, and Moony in the other room, rolling his eyes at us."

"I want that too. It sounds perfect."

"You think so?"

Sirius gave a small nod.

"I'm glad to hear you say that, because I was thinking... well, Remus told me that we can get married now. It's legal."

Sirius froze, then pushed himself up so he could look James in the eye. "This isn't a joke, right? You can't be joking about this. I need you to mean it."

"I mean it. You're everything I want. I love you. I want us to be together for the rest of our lives. I want to call you my husband. So, will you? Will you marry me?"

Sirius looked like he was about to cry, but they were happy tears this time. He opened his mouth to say something, but his breath hitched and he closed it again. He nodded.

"Yeah?" James said, a grin stealing across his face.

Sirius nodded again, and James pulled him into a tight hug.

"I love you so much." Things might've been shit when he first got here, but everything was falling into place, where it should've been from the start.

#prongsfoot #marauders #fanfic #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #filled #established relationship #vampire james #post first war #siriuslystarbucks

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miyaniacs · 4 years

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Your writings amazin!!! Can I request akaashi and daichi reacting to the sinful sweet heart? (Also in the party by Flo mili is a bop its Explicit tho-- 😂) thank you!

omg the song is added to my playlist now ✊🏼✊🏼✊🏼 - keep in sending some songs guys haha

OKAY i was just listening to The Weeknd- Often and GUYS the vibes the song gives off is Akaashi in this HC okay. I feel like the song actually really matches him and now I can’t listen to it anymore without thinking of him.

okay soo I already did Daichi right here and this one got a bit longer than I first planned to ups

masterlist

(pt. 1, pt. 2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5 , pt.6 , pt. 7 )

warnings : slight nsfw; daddy kink

Sinfully Sweetheart pt. 8 AKAASHI

okayyy so enough is enough

you have the biggest crush on Akaashi

and basically everyone realised it

Expect Akaashi himself

he’d just never thought that you would like him back?

and you're nice to everyone so ???

sooo it was time to stop playing nice.

it was his birthday

Bokuto organised a Party for him

and now’s your time to shine

switch up your usual clothes to that tight black dress, wing that eyeliner and put on your hoops

and puffff Plain Jane is gone

I’m listening to the song you suggested and it’s giving me an attitude

the music is already blasting as you walk into the house

and girl heads are TURNING

Bokuto literally spills his drink as soon as he sees you

you walk over to him and Akaashi smiling innocently

“Omg Akaaashhiiiiiiiiii HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!!” you scream over the music and throw your arms around him pressing your boobs a bit more against his chest as needed

“Thank you” he says calmly trying his hardest not to show how flustered he actually is “Should I get you something to drink?” he asks and you gladly accepted in desperate need of the alcohol

Bokuto left you alone at some point after screaming some random name and waling over to his friend

a few seconds after he left there’s a guy pulling you to the dance floor and pressing himself against your back

“I’m sorry but I could’t help myself - you're just too beautiful so please allow me this dance” you turn around and recognise him out of one of your classes so a dance won’t kill anybody right?

the song in the party by Flo mili is on and you're just really feeling it

you hands are on his shoulders and your moving your hips the right way

your hands run down his chest as you go down while moving your hips

you totally forgot about the drink Akaashi was getting for you

he’s currently leaning against the wall, with your drink in his hand watching you dance with him

the way you laugh or lets say smirk at him while he has his hands on your body

why are those hands touching you and not his

he empties the drink with one big sip and walks over to the two of you

the song switched to Often by The Weeknd ( the video has NSFW in the title ??? )

you laugh and get up wanting to wrap your hands around his neck when you feel two strong hands grabbing you and pulling you against the person they belong to

“Leave”

you know that voice and god it already makes your legs shake

the other guy is already nowhere to be found

your body is pressed against his as your arm moves up and you wrap your hand around his neck

your ass is presses against his crotch, his hand right under your bellybutton while his other on is wrapped around your waist

“what do you think you were doing?” he purrs in your ear

“I was just -” you stopped as soon as you felt him biting down on your neck

“A-Akaashi” you moan

“It’s my birthday and I hope you dressed up like that for me and not him” he purrs in your ear

“I.. I did..” you mumble

“and why is that?” he asks

“because I finally wanted to catch your attention” you finally menage to say and start moving your hips again, slightly grinding on him

“well who said you haven't caught my attention before?” he whispers in your ear and spins you around, his hands already on your lower back

SOMEHOW - it’s still a miracle to you - you smirk and start to really dance to the song

you run your hands over his toned chest as you go down start to go down while swaying your hips to the music

the way you look u to him through your lashes and the alcohol in his blood give him the last push

he pulls you up again, presses his thigh between your legs and grabs you hips “forcing” you to grind on him

“A-Aka-” you begin but he interrupts you

“How about we leave the party and go to my apartment so you can give me your present?” he says while one of his hands moves up to your face gently grabbing it

he leans down and FINALLY YOU FEEL HIS SOFT LIPS ON YOURS

and got it was way better than you’ve ever imagined

Akaashiiii” you moan in the kiss as he pushes you more onto his thigh

“oh it’s daddy for the rest of the night” he says his voice deeper than usual

the hand that was on your face moves now down between your legs and he gently moves a finger over your panties

“You’re this wet?” he teases his eyes now pitch black “I bet it was because of this other guy?”

“no..” you mumble

“no what?”

“ no it’s because of you daddy” you blush

“good girl, I still need to make sure you know who you belong to from now on” he says and grabs your hand pulling you to the front door

“AND THE BIRTHDAY BOY LEAVES WITH TO GET THE BEST GIFT HE COULD GET TONIGHT” Bokuto screams and now all eyes are on you

Akaashis arm is wrapped around your shoulders in a protective way

“GOOO FINALLY GET SOMEEEE” is the last thing he hears Bokuto scream - you're screams and moans being the only thing he hears for the rest of the night

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu hc #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu requests #haikyuu reactions #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi headcanons #akaashi hcs #akaashi x you

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thoseofgreatambition · 4 years

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DEAR GEORGE || SLYTHERIN’S DREAMS

chapter 1 || ten miles farther

chapter 2 || gred and feorge

chapter 3 || diagon alley

description: you go on a date with george. though-- it’s not really a date if no one did the asking, it?

a/n: thanks for all the love for this series so far! this is one of my favorite chapters in this story so far, it’s about 15 pages in my document! i hope y’all enjoy it just as much! feedback please! reblogging and telling me what you think makes my lil bean heart go beat beat beat real quick

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“Good afternoon Georgie!” Fred’s voice was quite chipper as he marched into Weasley’s Wizard Wheeze’s. He hurried through the door the best he could, eager to sit down. His thumb brushed across the silver handle of his cane as he sat down atop an overturned shelf. Fred sat down the small bag of potion ingredients he’d just bought, “Guess who I ran into?”

George was halfway up a ladder, using his wand to repair the shelving around the shop. With a little flick of his wrist the ladder could roll around, making him quite mobile without too much effort. After they had gone into hiding the shop had basically been ransacked, half of their shelves had been torn off the wall, most of their inventory had been destroyed or burnt. It was hard coming back to that. George was happy that they were finally able to start rebuilding.

Many people had joked about the twins being able to read each other’s minds, and when it came to most things George had a good idea of what Fred was thinking. However, as he looked over his shoulder and into the grinning face of his twin, George found he hadn’t the foggiest idea of who Fred was talking about.

It appeared it was time to start guessing.

George turned back towards the shelves and focused his attention on that instead of the smirk on Fred’s face “Mum?”

��No.”

“Dad?”

“No.”

“Ickle Ronnikins?”

“You’re awful at this mate—“

A rather large piece of shelving lifted itself up off the floor and soared upwards back to where it belonged near the ceiling. “Give me a hint then, is it someone in the family?” That would narrow it down by quite a bit, if George’s calculations were correct they were related to about a quarter of the people in Wizarding England.

Or at least it felt like it sometimes.

“No one in the family, but someone we know from school.”

A glance over his shoulder showed that Fred still had a shit eating grin on his face, and George had a feeling that this wouldn’t be an easy game.

“Angie?”

“Nope.”

“Lee?”

“Nuh-uh.”

The twins bantered back and forth for a few more minutes, before George finally let out a hefty sigh and climbed down the ladder. The tall man leaned back against the wall, arms crossed as he took the time to closely inspect his brother’s posture and demeanor. Who could Fred have seen that would make him want to tease him like this?

Now that George wasn’t focusing on the shelves, and instead on the situation at hand, the answer seemed quite obvious. “Gwen.”

“Correct! So proud of you George, though we ought to spend more time together, especially since it took you so long to guess.” Fred reached into his coat’s pocket and withdrew the letter Gwen had given him. He held the piece of parchment in between his middle finger and pointer finger and outstretched his hand towards his twin. “Here is your prize.”

George plucked the letter out of Fred’s hand and unfolded it. He hadn’t expected a response so soon, much less delivered by Fred. The first thing he noticed was that the writing was surprisingly messy, especially compared to what he remembered Gwen’s writing being like.

He read through the letter silently, unable to mask the smile that came to his face.

It was comforting to hear that Gwen understood his mixed feelings, or at the very least, didn’t judge him for having them. The weight in his chest seemed to decrease just the smallest bit.

“She’s moving into Diagon Alley?” George looked towards the building catty corner to them. A used bookstore was there before, though the shop had stood empty since before the war. The idea of some more life being breathed into the alley was quite nice, especially when that life involved an old friend running a shop right next door.

Fred leveraged himself up off of the shelf and leaned on his cane, “Apparently so—won’t that be fun? Having the Birdie right next door. It’ll make your letters go back and forth much faster.”

Birdie? “You’re going to have to explain that one, Mate.”

“She delivered a letter to me. Gwen is an owl. Owls are birds. Thus,” Fred gestured grandly with his cane, “She is ‘Birdie’. You can give her your own pet name if you would like, Georgie. It ought to make writing those letters a bit more interesting. A nice story for the grandkids later on.”

The tip of George’s ear turned pink at his brother’s teasing tone, and he scowled at Fred from above the letter, “Don’t you have to go put away those ingredients?”

“Maybe we can get Birdie to deliver it, eh?” Fred let out a throaty laugh as he walked off with the potion ingredients, leaving his little brother behind in the halfway rebuilt shop to read the rest of the letter in peace.

George walked towards the windows in front of the shop to take a better look at where the Apothecary would soon be. He and Fred had found their shop during their seventh year at Hogwarts, and had spent a long time searching for it. There had been months of planning out inventory, business models, George could even remember a whole week dedicated to figuring out what to name the place.

He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have missed all of that. The shop felt like it was theirs because they’d worked so hard for it.

It hadn’t changed the fact that he’d been terrified the entire time. Leaving Hogwarts had been the right choice, and opening the shop was what he and Fred were meant to do. It was a good sense of fear, the kind that drove the two of them to work as hard as they could to prove themselves to everyone they knew. To prove everyone wrong.

George knew very well the sort of fear Gwen was talking about, and he also knew very well that the feelings she had were not going to get in the way of her opening the store.

Nothing got in the way of a Slytherin’s dreams, after all.

Carefully, he folded the letter back up, taking care to make tight creases before putting the paper into his back pocket. He’d have to start looking for a place to store her letters if they were going to talk every day. They’d start to pile up quicker than he’d realize.

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“You getting ready for your date with Birdie?”

George looked past himself in the mirror, at the grinning face of his twin behind him. Ever since he’d said Gwen was coming into London and they were going to grab a drink it was all he’d been hearing. “It’s not a date.”

“So you’re just friends then?” Fred didn’t expect a response, and only laughed as George rolled his eyes and smiled.

Was this what Ron felt like when he started going after Hermione? George wondered. It was much less amusing when you weren’t the one doing the teasing.

He’d have to remember that.

“We’re just friends.”

Fred waved his hand, as if George’s words weren’t important. Gwen and his brother had been exchanging letters every day for almost a month now, and even Fred had begun to see the pattern.

George would write a letter before he went to bed, and send it off with Peeves. Gwen would get the letter and would respond by lunch at the latest. How did Fred know that she responded by lunch? Because it took an owl at least five hours to fly from Wales to London, and the latest that Gwen’s letters had come in had been about six in the evening. If Gwen happened to be in London then she’d pop in to visit and hand off her letter as she left.

If it was Fred, he’d simply sit down and talk about whatever was in the letter instead of passing it on, but the pair seemed to have this whole system worked out, and Fred didn’t see a huge need to alter it.

He was glad that she’d finally moved to London, all of this flying too and from Wales had left the twins without an owl about half the time. If that hadn’t been the case he’d probably have been forced to buy his own owl.

George ran a hand through his hair, fingertips brushing over where his ear used to be. He was actually very excited to see Gwen face to face and get to talk to her. They hadn’t gotten a proper chance to sit down and have a conversation since the night of the reunion, and it all seemed long overdue. He shrugged on a jacket over his jumper as he looked back towards Fred. “And you’re sure you don’t need me tonight?”

“I’ll be fine, George.” Fred sat atop his brother’s bed with a grin, waving off his twin’s concern like a gnat that was buzzing around his face. “Go have fun with Gwen, don’t worry about me.”

Really, George wasn’t sure why he bothered asking. He knew that Fred’s answer would always be that everything would be alright, just as well as he knew that no matter what Fred said, he’d still be nervous the whole time he was gone.

At least they’d only be down the street if something went wrong.

“I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but if you need me we’ll just be at the Leaky Cauldron.” A glance back to mirror showed Fred behind him rolling his eyes.

“You do know you sound like Mum, right?”

Shit. He’d always thought he’d end up more like his father than his mother. “Noted. Sorry ‘bout that.” George threw a grin over his shoulder to Fred, “I’ll see you later Freddie.”

George trudged downstairs through the shop to the streets of Diagon Alley. If he was younger and a bit more impatient, he’d probably have apparated to Gwen’s doorstep. It was just a thirty second walk though, and it wasn’t as if George could get lost on his way. He knocked swiftly on the shop’s door three times, about to knock a fourth when the door popped open to show Gwen on the other side.

“Hey George!” her voice was quite chipper, as she tugged on her coat before giving her friend a brief hug. Gwen eyed his shop about thirty feet away before grinning at him, “I hope the walk wasn’t too hard on you.”

He patted her back once before releasing her from the hug, George’s hands resting in his jacket pockets, “It’s a long walk Gwen, I don’t know what you’re expecting me to say. I should have knicked Fred’s cane before I left.” Grinning down at his friend as they began the short walk towards the Leaky Cauldron, “How are you settling in? I still haven’t seen your new flat.”

“Ah—it’s going alright.” She’d moved in yesterday, and it all still seemed quite foreign. Normally Gwen woke up with her mother knocking on the door early in the morning, her father making breakfast downstairs. They’d all discuss their plans for the day and what needed to be done for the shop before getting ready for the day ahead. For the first time she could remember, she’d woken up to the sound of an alarm clock, and had breakfast in complete silence. “It’s a little strange. I’m used to living with my parents, so being alone is kind of weird.”

George nodded, thinking back to the first day he and Fred had in their new flat. Surprisingly, the pair had spent most of the day in silence. They’d always been the loudest of the bunch back at the Burrow, and they’d always been closest to each other, but it wasn’t until they woke up without their parents nearby and their siblings no where near that the enormity of their choices really sunk in for Fred and George. “It was the same for us, you’ll get used to it quicker than you’d think.”

“That’s good to hear, it’ll be fun having you and Fred as neighbors at least.” It wasn’t as if she was totally alone, she’d have the boys right across the street after all. Gwen’s hands found themselves in her pockets as she began to walk down the street towards the Leaky Cauldron with George. “How’s your sleep? Is the potion still working for you?”

He’d been taking it for about a month now, and if he still didn’t have any problems with it, she’d keep him on it.

George grinned, running a hand through his hair. Briefly he wished he’d brought a scarf, it was evening in October, and quite cold. “I’m sleeping better than I have in a while. Like I was before the war.”

Everyone around him had seemed to notice the difference in him. The dark purple shadows under his eyes had gone away, along with the bags. His skin seemed less dull, and there was more pep in his step. Even George himself had noticed a change, his mood had increased quite a bit.

He hadn’t realized how anxious he’d been until he’d started sleeping better. Things that had bothered him before weren’t so worrisome.

Going places without Fred was easy again.

George glanced back towards his shop with a nervous glance.

Well, easier.

“My moods a lot better too. I didn’t realize how worn out I was until I started getting more sleep. The potion’s doing a lot of good I think.” He paused for a moment, as he thought about it. “The letters are helping the most though I think. You were right, getting out all of my thoughts is doing a lot of good. I’m feeling less anxious now.”

He’d been writing to more than just Gwen. He’d sent all of his family letters, with the exception of Fred. It seemed to be having a positive impact on his relationships. His mother had been delighted to receive a letter first for once. Usually it was Molly that had to initiate things.

George looked back down at the brunette walking beside him, and upon realizing he’d gotten quite serious without meaning to, gave her a playful nudge. “Thanks for the tip, Birdie.”

Gwen let out a small huff of a laugh, giving George a light shove in return. “Is that nickname sticking? Fred seemed quite pleased to think of it. You might not be able to steal it.”

“Bah, I can think of a better one if you give me some time.”

“Is that so, Weasley?” as they approached the pub, Gwen readied herself to open the door only to be beaten to the punch by George, “Why thank you.”

She always forgot that one of the defining characteristics of Gryffindors was chivalry.

George held open the door with a long arm, standing aside to let Gwen in. “After you, madam.

On a Tuesday night like tonight, the pub usually wasn’t that busy. The cold usually drove a few more people in, but with the Alley so abandoned and those going to Hogwarts already gone, there wasn’t much business. To someone who hadn’t been before, they might think that the pub wasn’t very popular. There were maybe ten people and one bartender lazily wiping up the counter of the bartop. Gwen removed her coat and hung it on the coat rack, briefly wondering how long it would take for things to go back to normal after the war.

“Pretty quiet tonight, huh?” George seemed to be reading her thoughts, the young man speaking softly as he removed his coat as well. He cocked a red eyebrow, “Well, at least service ought to be quick.”

Gwen let out a snort of laughter, “That’s good. It’s what I was worried about.”

George was right about service. The night of the reunion, when things were incredibly crowded, they’d had to wait several minutes to get their drinks, but tonight both were served immediately.

“How is setting up the shop going?” he took a sip of his firewhiskey, grinning as the familiar burn trickled down his throat. George took a seat at the table next to the fireplace, pushing out Gwen’s chair across from him with his foot, smiling all the while.

Gwen chuckled as she sat down, taking care not to spill her scotch. If she had work tomorrow she would have stuck to mead, but all she was doing tomorrow was labeling potions and inventory. A few heavier drinks wouldn’t hurt her. It wasn’t as if she’d get trashed or anything. “It’s… interesting.” She laughed at George’s knowing smile, his silence prompting her to keep talking. “It’s a big shop, I don’t know if you went inside of it while it was still… well, whatever it was before the war.”

“A used bookstore. I went in once, it’s really quite something.” Not quite as big as his and Fred’s shop, but still substantial.

She nodded, and took a sip of her drink, “Well, I hired on Victoria to help me in the shop, and we’ve been stocking up for the past week and a half. So I’ve basically been living in the shop’s basement working over a cauldron.” Gwen laughed, as she motioned around the room. “It’s good to get out.”

“I’ll have to drag you out of there more often then.” His trademark grin was plastered onto his face, “Do you know when you’ll be able to open shop?”

It had taken him and Fred months to create enough inventory for their shop the first time around. Hell, it was taking months to create enough inventory this time around. Less time than before, thankfully. This time at least they’d come up with most of their product ideas already. It wasn’t as if they had to think of all their inventory again.

Gwen gazed into the fire thoughtfully, sipping on her drink. “We’re hoping next weekend.” She could see George’s eyes bug out as he choked a bit on his drink. With a great deal of amusement, Gwen conjured up a handkerchief and passed it to George to mop up his mess. “We’re pretty far along, I’d say about two thirds of the way? My Ma and Dad are coming over in the evenings starting tomorrow, and between the four of us we ought to be able to get everything finished sooner rather than later.”

His ear was quite pink in embarrassment. Silently, George took the handkerchief and dabbed at the spilled whiskey that now found its home all over his jumper. Next weekend? He’d been guessing another month out. He dabbed at his nose, scrunching his face a bit at the burning in his nostrils. Damned firewhiskey.

George supposed he shouldn’t be all that surprised, nothing got in the way of Gwendolyn and her dream. Once the burning in his nose went away, he spoke “That’s wonderful, Love.”

“Love?” Gwen shook her head, “Not as good as Birdie. Come up with something original, Gred. C’mon.”

He folded up the handkerchief as nicely as he could before sliding it back to Gwen’s side of the table. “So hard to please.” George was silent for a moment, before he continued. “Dearie?”

“That’s what my Ma calls me. Are you my Ma now?”

“Only if you ask nicely enough.” Though that was a good point, his mother called him the same thing. “Do you have any other nicknames? What am I working with here. C’mon Hughes.”

Other nicknames? “My dad used to call me Gwendy. Well he still does sometimes.”

“Gwendy?”

Immediately Gwen regretted telling him that bit of information. She was talking to George Weasley after all. She took a large drink of her scotch, “Sod off.”

George leaned back in his chair, unable to wipe the look of amusement off of his face. This was far too perfect. “Aw, c’mon Gwendy! Don’t be so mean.”

“That’s what my Dad calls me. You’re not my Dad now are you?”

He almost said ‘Only if you ask nicely enough.’ Only to shake his head. Nope. Not appropriate. “Fine, I’ll think about something else. Dearling?”

Gwen paused, looking at George across from her above the rim of her scotch glass. He seemed almost flustered. “Dearling?”

“I meant ‘Darling’.” George didn’t need a mirror to know his ear was bright red at the moment. Dearling sounded far too sappy, something that obnoxious teenagers would call each other in the halls of Hogwarts—

“Dearling it is.”

George’s head snapped up, unable to hide the look of embarrassment. “Really? Dearling you like?” he rubbed his chin between his thumb and his pointer finger.

How had they gone from light flirting to him wishing he hadn’t spoken so quickly? It really was a marvelous transition.

“It’s cute and I’ve never heard it before.” Gwen grinned widely at him, “It’s the best thing you’ve come up with all night Weasley.”

“Fine—Dearling it is. But,” he pointed a long finger in her direction, brown eyes wide to establish eye contact, as he spoke in a tone that fell somewhere between serious and completely joking. “You have to come up with your own nickname for me. None of the ‘Weasley’ or ‘Gred’ nonsense. It has to be just as good as ‘Dearling’.”

Gwen leant back in her chair, one hand holding her glass of scotch and the other tapping her fingers on the edge of the table. Finally, she reached out her free hand to shake his in a firm grasp. “Deal. You’ll have to give me some time though, not all of us are blessed with your sharp wit.”

His eyes flicked down as he felt the cold touch of a ring press against his hand. It seemed to be a family seal of some kind, one of those rings that could be used to press wax. Gwen’s nails were cut short like his own, and painted some sort of purple color he couldn’t tell whether or not it was light or dark in the dim light of the pub. The paint was chipped, probably from working around the shop so much to set everything up, George thought.

It didn’t take much longer for him to realize he’d been staring at her hands for far too long.

“Sorry.” George laughed a bit nervously, before taking a rather large swig of his whiskey. There wasn’t much of an excuse for all of this, he wasn’t anywhere near drunk, and he’d barely just finished his first whiskey. He tried to glare at her the best she could, as Gwen stifled a laugh and rather poorly tried to cover it up with a cough. He released her hand and leant forward towards the table and rested his shoulders on the top. “Having fun?”

With a bright grin she nodded, it was quite amusing to see one of the legendary Weasley twins getting flustered like this. “I am actually. Last time I saw you like this you were trying to ask out that Hufflepuff girl a year below us.”

George’s eyebrows crinkled in confusion, before the realization hit him. “That was Fred. He wanted to take Katherine McGraff to Hogsmeade. Unlike him I stay cool under pressure.”

“Cool under pressure?”

He nodded, with a smile. “Cool under pressure.”

“So that time you got so nervous in Charms you accidentally set Lee’s robes on fire, that was cool under pressure?”

“That was—“ he pressed his fist to his mouth to try and stifle a laugh, “That was the first class I ever had, in our first year. Anyone would get nervous then.” After a moment’s thought, he got a wicked grin on his face, “What about the time in potions you melted a hole through your cauldron, little miss Apothecary?”

“Hey! That was…” she thought of a few seconds, before shrugging with a chuckle. “Okay yeah that one was my bad. I put in too many crushed beetles, and turned it too many times with my wand.”

He let out a small snort of laughter, as he stood up to grab his next round. “It’s alright, Snape’s reaction was amazing. The star pupil nearly ruining the potion floor.” He glanced towards the barkeeper before looking back towards Gwen. “Want me to grab your next round? I’m heading up there.”

“Sure! Thank you, I’ll get the one after.” She finished her scotch as she watched him walk towards the bar.

Honestly, she wasn’t entirely sure how she’d expected this night to go. Gwen knew going in that it wasn’t a date, and still didn’t consider it to be one. After all, when they’d come up with the idea of grabbing a drink in their letters, the words “Will you go on a date with me?” were absent. Any form of them were absent.

She also wouldn’t say she was the closest person in the world to George. That title obviously went to Fred, and there were many people in between her and the number one spot she was sure. However, she did feel like she knew him pretty well after all their years of school and how much they had been writing recently.

Gwen doubted he thought this was a date either.

They were definitely flirting though, and Gwen wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about it. On one hand, she enjoyed it, there was a spark, and asking him out on a proper date would probably be well received if she was reading him right.

On the other hand, she’d heard from the grapevine about the string of flings he had the first few months after the war, and found herself a bit wary. While she wasn’t inexperienced, Gwen had never considered herself a shag and split kind of girl.

Granted, that was about eight months prior, and Victoria said his behavior had evened out since then. She tied her hair up in a ponytail with the hair-tie on her wrist. As he walked back, Gwen decided to ponder the matter later. “Thank you kindly Sir!”

He gave her a cheeky grin, as he set down her drink in front of her before sitting down. “Anything for a lady.”

“Have you finished those candies you told me about yet? The ones to help kids in school?”

George’s face lit up at the topic, he was actually quite proud of this line of products. “They’re great! I think we’ve fine tuned the recipe, what we’re doing now is testing them out on other people.” He sipped on his drink, savoring the burn as it slid down his throat. “I think it’ll be easy to get people to volunteer this time around, seeing as the candies do something good, instead of causing unstoppable vomiting.”

“I think you might be onto something there, George. If you need test subjects though, I’m willing to help. Do you need me to just eat the candy? Or is there something else I have to do as well?”

Yes! Exactly what he’d hoped her reaction would be. “That would be greatly appreciated, thank you.” He tapped his fingers on his glass as he thought. “Well, you’d need to take two candies. One while you’re not doing anything in particular, maybe on a day off? We’d like to know what happens if someone accidentally takes one at the wrong time. It just made Fred and I want to work, but we’re trying to make sure that’s the same across the board. The other time, would be while you were working. Both times I’ll need you to take a note of when you took it, how you feel each hour it’s in your system, and when it wears off.”

For a moment, he paused before continuing. “And any side effects, obviously. I don’t think there ought to be any though? This batch seems pretty perfect.”

That sounded quite a bit more intensive than Gwen thought it would be. However, the next few days would require a lot of concentration, and a boost sounded amazing. “Want me to just write you when I’ve got all of my notes?”

“Or you can just come over and visit.” He traced his finger on the rim of his glass, smiling at her from across the table. “We are neighbors, you know. Besides, Fred’d be happy to have someone else to tease. He’s running out of jokes for Ron.”

Gwen leant forward, resting her elbows on the table. “I feel like being teased by Fred isn’t as fun as you think it sounds.”

George shrugged with a laugh, “It’s fun for me.”

A swift look at his pocket watch showed that it was just a bit past midnight as the pair walked out of the Leaky Cauldron. “This was fun, we need to do it again sometime.” He paused for just a moment as the wall of cold air hit him once he opened the door for Gwen.

Perhaps a warmer coat would have been smart.

“Does next week sound good?” Briefly she considered tacking on, ‘we can go on a date’ before dismissing the thought. It was too soon for that. “You, Fred, Victoria and I can all go out.”

That was not an invitation to a date, and George wasn’t sure whether he was disappointed or not. He stared down at her for a moment as she passed through the door, eyeing her dark brown hair before she looked over her shoulder at him, waiting for a response. “That sounds great. We’ll all be working across the street from each other, I get the feeling we’ll be going out a lot.”

Gwen’s breath came out of her mouth like smoke in the frigid air, and she found herself walking closer to George on the way back than she had on the way over. He was warm, at least.

George crooked his elbow, his hands shoved into his coat pockets as he invited her to link arms with him. “May I escort you home, Dearling?”

Her laugh was just a tad too loud, as it echoed through the empty alley street. Gwen was quick to silence herself, embarrassed to have broken the quiet. “That sounds wonderful, thank you Mr. Weasley.” She looped her right arm with his left, and perched her free hand atop his arm, eager to get some relief from the cold.

George quirked an eyebrow in amusement, looking down at her once more. It was a bit hard to see her face given their height difference, but he could tell her cheeks were pink from the drinks she had, and her nose was getting red from the cold. “Gettin’ chilly down there?”

“It’s freezing.” Gwen was exaggerating a bit, though it didn’t feel like it. That fall was turning out to be uncharacteristically cold. Her mother had said something about Muggle science and weather systems, but Gwen hadn’t understood any of it. All she knew was it was going to be colder than usual. She picked up her pace, gently tugging her companion along with her. “C’mon, let’s walk faster.”

Part of this was probably on her, she’d chosen a rather thin coat that night.

George laughed, a booming sort of sound that only really came when someone had had a little bit too much to drink, and the world became just a tad funnier than it was before. Gwen tried to shush him, as they finally came across a few older witches and wizards going about their business late at night. Most likely other shopkeepers who wouldn’t take kindly to a noisy disruption just past midnight on a Wednesday morning.

The pair trudged down the alley for the few blocks between their shops and the pub. George withdrew his free hand from his pocket and rested it atop Gwen’s. “Blimey your hands are cold!”

“What were you expecting?” she grinned a bit at the contact. She hadn’t done much flirting in a while, and tonight was a pleasant disruption to that pattern. As they arrived at the square between their two shops, Gwen looked back up to the immobile statue in front of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. “Is that supposed to be you or Fred?”

“Hmm?” George followed her gaze and cracked a smile at the giant man smiling in front of his shop. “Well, before the war it was me—Fred’ll tell you different. Don’t listen to him. Now though, I guess it’s Fred.”

They paused in the middle of the square, Gwen watching as George’s face contorted into deep thought. She wondered if she’d touched on a nerve by making him think about losing his ear. It was hard to be sure, they hadn’t talked much about him losing it. She was about to apologize when she finally heard him speak.

“If I lop its ear off it’ll be me though. Maybe I ought to try that.”

Gwen rolled her eyes, making a move to untangle her arms from his only to find his grip quite firm. “George?”

“I said I would escort you home.” He walked her the last ten feet to her doorstep with a grin as he let her go. “A gentleman never breaks a promise.”

“Well I’m glad you were there for the last bit, it’s a rather sketchy part of the alley.” Gwen dug her key out of her pocket, wiggling the rusted piece of metal into the lock before she opened the door. She stepped up into the store, able to finally look him square in the eye given the different levels they were standing on. There were a few rather long moments of silence, as she took in the redness of his ear and his nose. “Thanks for the fun night George. Try and get some sleep, alright? I’ll see you soon.”

“I had fun too.” He shoved his hands back into his pockets, finding them rather cold without Gwen. George took a step backwards as he realized he was staring in silence for just a bit too long. “I’ll write you tonight. G’night Dearling.”

With that he apparated to his flat, leaving Gwen standing on her stoop, staring into space thoughtfully for a moment before she went inside. “Night George.”

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“How’d your date with Birdie go?”

George groaned, he’d hoped that Fred would be in bed at this point so the teasing could be saved for the morning when he was sober.

No such luck.

“It wasn’t a date.” He swiftly unbuttoned his coat, before hanging it up on the rack.

Fred stared at him curiously from the couch, surrounded by a surprising amount of product notes and potions manuals, “What makes it not a date?”

“’ts not like we’re fourth years and ‘hanging out’ means a date. One of us has to do a proper job asking the other out.” George made his way towards the kitchen, intent on grabbing some sort of snack before he wrote Gwen’s letter and went to bed. A glance towards his twin showed Fred looking towards him in amusement.

“So when are you going to ask her out?”

George focused his attention back at their pantry, before grabbing a few scones their mother had dropped off. “Soon, maybe? We had a really good time. It was great talking to her, time flew by really quick.” He didn’t even bother to hide the grin on his face as he thought about their walk home. It’d been rather nice to have someone to walk with like that, and the romantic in him was eager to do it again.

They were going to date! Fred suddenly cursed the fact he hadn’t made a bet with anyone about this. He could have made some good money on this. Maybe he could still get Ron in on it. “Good for you Mate.” There was a pause, as Fred fiddled with the edge of his sleeve, wondering how to phrase what he was thinking gently before giving up on it. George usually knew what he was thinking anyways, Fred doubted he’d be surprised. “Go slow with this one, alright?”

Yeah, he’d known Fred was going to bring that up. George wasn’t annoyed at Fred for mentioning it, though it wasn’t something he was keen to discuss at length. “This is different.” Gwen was a longtime friend, not someone he barely knew. If things went south their friendship could be damaged. He wasn’t about to rush headfirst like he would have about a year ago.

After the war, he was alone. Sure, he had his family, and Fred turned out to be alright, but George had found himself painfully aware that if Fred had died he would have been without any sort of close companion. His whole family could have died in the battle—and where would he be? Completely alone.

George’s throat contracted as he felt the familiar sense of anxiousness crawl up from his stomach to his chest.

“Everything’s alright.” Fred moved to grab his cane so he could make his way over to George, familiar with these episodes of anxiety his twin had developed after the war. George would start staring into space, his jaw would clench, and Fred could see the vein in his neck start to bulge as he became more pale. “Things are better now, everyone is safe.”

He spoke softly, as George seemed to snap out of it. Fred attempted to get up off the couch, only to fall back into the cushions. The seat was too low and his back was too sore for him to get up by himself. Instead, he moved his papers and patted the spot next to him. “C’mon, take your potion quick and sit down with me.”

Things didn’t feel alright, or at least George didn’t feel alright. George clenched and unclenched his hands, suddenly feeling very foolish for getting upset over nothing.

At least Fred didn’t find him foolish for it. No one seemed to.

“Thank you.” His voice came out quieter than he thought it would, as his throat still felt quite tight. George set the scones on the end table by the couch before trotting back to the kitchen to take his sleeping potion and brew his tea.

This was a good day. He reminded himself. It can still end on a good note. George focused on breathing deeply as Fred began to talk about their new products they were about to sell. He knew what Fred was doing, he was trying to distract him.

George was glad for it, the tactic almost always worked.

The weight on his chest was mostly gone by the time he’d taken his potion and sat down on the couch next to his brother. George dipped a scone in tea, chewing thoughtfully before he spoke, “Gwen agreed to test out the concentrating candies for us. I’ll send some along with my letter tonight.”

“You’re sending a letter?” Fred didn’t bother to contain his surprise. “You just spent the whole night together. You’ve still got more to say?”

George shrugged, as he conjured up a parchment and quill. He nabbed one of the larger books littered about and used it as a makeshift desk to write on. “’ts what I do before I go to bed.”

“You fancy her.” It wasn’t a question, but a firm fact. Fred found his doubts about whether or not this would turn into a fling suddenly quelled. No idiot would stay up an extra hour after spending a whole night with someone if they just wanted a fling.

Once again, George felt his ears turn red. “A little, now shut up. I need to write.”

Dear Dearling,

George squeezed his eyes shut, finding himself quite aware of how drunk he was now that he was trying to focus on writing. This would be a rather short letter.

I had a lot of fun tonight. We ought to make this a weekly thing. I bet it’ll get even more fun as the alley starts to liven up again.

I’m really glad you moved in here. You’ll bring a bit more life in.

Those whiskeys are hitting me a bit stronger than I thought they would. I’m eating scones right now to try and help soak up the alcohol a bit. Did you know your tea tastes good with my Mum’s scones? It’s nice.

I’ll send the candies along with this letter. If they work well let me know. I’d like to be of some help with you setting up your shop.

I’m proud of you I’m excited for you for opening up your shop so quick. I know how hard it is. I think you’ll do good. You’ve already got two patients. Me and Fred. He’s been looking to switch to a new healer for a while—his is a prat. Has him on too many potions we think. I’ve gotta buy a new sleeping potion from you in the next few days, can I bring Fred along? You can take a look at him.

If you don’t mind seeing some patients before you open, that is.

Let me know, alright?

George paused for about half a minute, his quill leaving a rather unsightly blotch on the paper as he nodded off. Shocked awake as his head jerked down, George continued to write his letter.

Sorry about that. I’m falling asleep.

This isn’t much of a letter, I’ll make the next one long for you.

G’night

--George

With that, George set the book down on the coffee table, the letter resting on top of it. The quill was set to rest away from the pair, to avoid more splotches. With his letter finished, George leant back into the couch. His brown eyes closed and the younger of the twins let out a long sigh. Maybe he could just close his eyes for a moment before going to bed.

Fred rolled his eyes as he felt George’s weight on his shoulder. Frankly, he was surprised the git had lasted long enough to finish his letter. “C’mon mate, wake up.”

With no response from George, Fred began to entertain his options. He could prank his brother somehow—this was about a good of an opportunity as he could ever get. He could levitate George back to the younger’s bedroom, though Fred doubted he could do that without George ending up with a rather serious bump on his head. The third option was for Fred to get up off the couch, gather up all his papers and books, and throw a blanket over his brother.

He supposed he’d be a good brother and go with the third choice.

A quick flick of his wand was all that was needed for the papers and books to sort themselves neatly. Fred grabbed his cane and leveraged himself off of the couch, silently gritting his teeth in pain. George flopped over with a groan, not waking up as he now laid awkwardly on the couch.

Fred grabbed one of the warmer blankets that laid around and draped it carefully over his brother. “G’night Georgie.” He kept his voice soft, though he doubted George would wake up even if he shouted at him.

With that done, he picked up the letter from the table. Gwen and George had worked out a rhythm with their letter writing, and while Fred didn’t particularly get it, he didn’t want to disrupt it. He could mail it for George this time around.

Unable to stop himself, Fred scanned through the letter, not noting much of interest besides the ‘Dear Dearling’ and the scratched out ‘I’m proud of you.’ He filed the nickname away for later, and plucked the quill from off the table to scratch a note at the end of the letter.

Seeing Gwen as a healer was interesting, George was right, his was a huge prat. It’d be nice to have one right across the way.

P.S

Hello there Birdie, it’s Fred! George passed out after writing his letter so I’m sending it along with Peeves. I set in the candies with it, thanks for helping us out. I hope the sap wasn’t too much for you tonight.

Make sure to write back quick, George gets antsy if your letter comes late. He’s a worrier, that one.

I’ll come in with George as a patient. My guy is a useless fuck. I think you’ll work out better.

All the best,

Forge.

With that, Fred folded up the letter and slid it into an envelope along with several of the concentrating candies. He awoke Peeves, who seemed rather disgruntled to have his sleep interrupted. Fred cooed as the bird began to hoot in a rather upset manner, “I know, I know. You can fly to Gwen and go back to sleep. She’s not far. You’ll sleep over there, get some treats and be back in the morning.”

Fred opened a window and watched as Peeves flew into the darkness. As he closed it back up, the elder twin turned his attention back to his brother with a small sigh. They’d be able to start up the shop soon, in a month, they were sure.

Maybe things would get a bit closer to normal by then. One last flick of his wand turned off all the lights in their living room. As quietly as he could, Fred limped his way to his room and went to bed.

It’ll be interesting to see how this all plays out.

#George weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley imagine #george weasley x y/n #my writing #my imagine #fic: dear George

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Top 5 Halifax museums/area attractions?

Hello I am so sorry you must have sent this AGES ago but I am only now receiving it?? Thanks tumblr dot com!! ANYWAY without even further ado!!

1. Point Pleasant Park

I cannot recommend this spot enough. This is my favourite place to go in the entire city. You have the harbour, the forest, old forts and batteries (Cambridge Battery, the Prince of Wales martello tower to name a couple), and so many little coves and passageways to explore. There are cannons that have been left on the grounds from the days when Halifax was a garrison town, and if you're a cannon enthusiast like I am this is perfect for you!! There are also monuments like the Salior's Memorial, the anchor from the HMCS Bonaventure, and a commemorative cairn to celebrate the arrival of HMS Shannon with Chesapeake. You cannot have a bad time at Point Pleasant Park, especially when you can see harbour seals from the shore!! Here is a sample of what you can see from Sailor's Memorial Way

2. Maritime Museum of the Atlantic

Now this is THE museum I recommend to everyone. They've got the old lens from the Sambro Lighthouse (oldest light in North America!!), a lengthy exhibit on the Halifax Explosion, the history of seafaring and ships that Halifax has seen through the centuries, even a deck chair from the Titanic! And a Franklin display but sadly it's very small. Other artifacts include an iron cage from when pirates were hanged on Black Rock Beach (re: Point Pleasant Park), HMS Shannon's bell, Chesapeake's cooking kettle, a snuffbox made from Shannon's timbers, the figurehead from the Saladin (ship of the famous mutiny), and so so so much more. If you ever come to Halifax this is NOT a place to pass up!

3. Citadel Hill

Okay okay I know this one is super generic and EVERYONE comes here, but there is a good reason for that! There is HISTORY on this hill. First, there is a noon gun that fires every single day, it is funny to watch tourists jump at the sound but tbh I have been known to do so as well. This fort provides its visitors with reenactments of how life was inside its walls in 1867. In fact the rifles used by the sentries are actually from 1862! There's an army museum, a museum of Halifax from 1749-present, and plenty of tours one may find themselves on! There's even ghost walks during October, because it's also SUPER HAUNTED. So keep that in mind when you visit the Hill.

4. Camp Hill Cemetery/Old Burying Ground

Listen, if I'm gonna rec activities and sights there will inevitably be a cemetery or two on the list. First we have Camp Hill Cemetery, a huge Victorian graveyard that is the final resting place of such icons as Alexander Keith, Viola Desmond, and- who is that- Abraham Gesner, inventor of kerosene!! A walk through Camp Hill (across from the Black Window house of local folklore, @ghosstkid sound familiar? ;) ) is sure to satisfy your creepy side and is also quite charming, it is without a doubt one of the best spots in town.

The Old Burying Ground, also known as St. Paul's Cemetery, is the original cemetery for the city of Halifax since 1749. The graves in this cemetery are hundreds of years old and home to midshipman John Samwell and boatswain William Stevens of the Shannon, and even once was the temporary resting place of Chesapeake's captain Lawrence. There is so much history in this little plot (no pun intended) of land!

5. The Public Gardens

Yes yes another popular destination, but I promise you it's beautiful! Originally used as a landfill in Victorian times, the gardens have become a staple of regular city life. The flowers look as lovely as they smell, the ducks are always on the move, and the swans (yes the swans) are always preening! If youd like you can get a snack and refreshments from the Gardens' own cafe, and if you're lucky you can catch a live performance on the grounds or in the bandstand! Since this park is in the middle of a city block, it's a lovely shortcut to take and also right across from Camp Hill!

So basically what I'm saying is come experience Halifax

#thank you so much im so sorry this took so long!!!!!#halifax #home

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sherlockfanficwriting · 4 years

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Sherlock “Dangerous Love” (x reader)

Summary - You were always as smart as your brother, Sherlock, however you functioned....a little bit more normal. Breaking into your sister’s psychiatric prison brings forth danger, making you and Sherlock susceptible to it. Will Eurus’s tricks and aid of Moriarty fail to overcome your combined intelligence and skills, if so, will it come with a price? What sacrifices will be made?

Warnings - blood, violence

A/N - I’m certain most of you will love this story as from the feedback from the sibling stories. It’s something you’ve been waiting for. I kinda added some more things to eurus too. Enjoy. @redheaded-hobbit @fanfictionsilove love all u huge credit to @bakerstreethound for basically giving me an amazing dialogue and action scene with Moriarty and the shot, couldn’t have done any better. Check out her works if you love Sherlock ❤️

You skipped up the steps to Sherlock’s flat and burst through the door. He sat on his usual chair. John stood next to him, pacing. Your brother locked eyes with you.

“Did you know?” He asked.

You shook your head. How could you know you had a sister? You’ve had no memories. All you remembered were your brothers, much smaller.

“Did Mycroft tell you anything else?” You asked, walking closer to him. Sherlock’s eyes gave way into his thoughts. He was concentrating, processing a plan.

“I know where she’s at. I got a summary and went on from there.” He squinted his eyes. “Did you get anything else?”

You pursed your lips. “Maybe. Tell me what you have first.”

Sherlock breathed hard. “Master mind. She’s connected with Moriarty. Went to Sweden then the states on multiple jobs, developing a base. In prison now. She was a scientist, worked in chemistry.”

“Like you,” John said, looking at Sherlock.

“She’s involved with Moriarty, however I think he’s tricked. Multiple disguises. You’ve seen her already,” you faced John, “you have too.”

A confused look spread across his face. “I have?” He asked.

You nodded. “She’s good at this.”

“I don’t doubt that she was behind some of Moriarty’s plots. Lestrade has a hit on something else. Threats on the prime minister. They’re talking about a bomb. I went over and spoke with him. It’s Moriarty’s work.” Sherlock said, looking up at the ceiling. He was stumped, which was quite odd for him.

“We have to stop her. Break the connection. Find out her motives. We couldn’t possibly know.” You said. John sighed and lightly cursed under his breath.

“Threats to the government. Perfect,” John huffed.

“She’s using him,” you added. You already knew it. Moriarty was merely a puppet. His only flaw was his trust. It was too easy. She offered him momentary pleasure. He was easy.

“We’re going to go see her.” Sherlock said, standing up and walking to the kitchen. You followed him.

“How?” John asked.

“You’ll see.” Sherlock said, putting on his coat. You walked out the door with Sherlock. John followed behind. He called for a taxi. One came sprinting by and you hopped in with everyone.

“Waterloo station.” Sherlock said.

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The train took you from London to Wales. The skies were dark with dismay. John still looked confused.

“I’ll see you there?” You said to your brother.

He nodded. “Stay on time.”

You began walking off.

“(Y/N)!” Sherlock called. You turned around.

“Be safe.” He said. You smiled at them. You weren’t exactly the best at being safe.

Danger was in your blood. You could sense almost everything, but you couldn’t always sense danger. Most times, you placed yourself in it. You didn’t know why, but thinking about it led you in a loop, undiscovered.

You continued walking onwards from the station and turned around. Sherlock and John went the other way, their bodies soon became lost with the people. You called for a taxi which took you further up the bay, closer to the water. You toyed with your nails, couldn’t refrain from thinking about Eurus. Did you share any traits with her? Were you similar? Was she like you? You knew about her disguises, but you never knew what she looked like. She was manipulative. You could only elaborate on that. You were eager to find out more, pieces together the missing remnants of your childhood. You hopped out of the taxi after paying the driver. You were much closer to the water now. Dark waves hit the stone supports harshly. Small boats were on the water. You scanned the abyss.

“Got it.” You said to yourself.

The small distinct cargo ship you were told to look for was parked and getting ready to leave. You quickly looked around and saw a construction vest and a few jackets hung over a rail near the ship. You walked to it and swiftly grabbed the vest, putting it on in one move. You messed up your hair a bit and shirt, trying to look worn. You were wearing a pair of black palazzo pants and heels which made you rethink your plan. You walked up to the side door of the ship. A man stood pacing around on his phone, smoking a cigarette. He looked up at you when you walked inside.

“I left a few tools in the back from before. Management asked me to get them real quick.” You looked at him and smiled, trying to radiate your charm.

“Sure, sweetie. We leave soon, just so you know,” The man said.

“I’ll be out before you know it.” You winked at him which caused him to shake his head and blush.

You began walking around near the back, pretending to know where you were going. You opened another door, which lead to a series of steps to the keel. You closed the door and walked down. There was ship machinery in every corner. You wiggled through some engines and sat down on a spot between two. You were certain no one would see you here. You waited six whole minutes until you felt the ship start moving. You sighed in relief and patiently waited. Trying to pass the time, you tried to envision Eurus which was difficult. All those deceptive things she did made you question your lineage. You were nervous for what you were about to do. Spying, solving cases, software, criminals - it was all in your blood, but you felt particularly nervous today. You hadn’t done anything like this before. Your mind went over to Mycroft. You decided that he wouldn’t be much help to this. Thinking about Sherlock and how you were on the same waters now comforted you. You leaned your head against the engine behind you. Your eyes closed, but your unconscious intuit didn’t subside.

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You woke up from a quick doze, hitting your head on the engine you were against. The ship stopped, causing you to move forward.. You quickly stood up and walked up the sharp stairs. You had to be careful. You couldn’t be seen.

You opened the door and poked your head out, scanning your surroundings. Seeing that no one was nearby, you walked out and opened the main side door. No one was outside yet, which gave you time to run out. You sprinted across the sand and nudged your body on the side of a cliff, hidden. You took off your vest. You didn’t look at the prison in details, but you noticed the sad stone walls. The prison was on top of the mossy stretched cliff.

You peeped your eye out of your hiding and saw a man walking out of the ship. You didn’t see him before. He carried boxes and wheeled a larger box out. You knew they were all supplies. The man boarded back on the ship which started the journey back under watchful eyes from the security. You put half of your body out of the cliff and waited until a few men walked out to pick them up. They were security, but acted casually, now that the ship was out of sight. They walked up the steps. You sneaked up behind them and stepped to the side before they stepped in. After the last man walked inside, you grabbed the door handle right before it closed. You angled your body to reach the combination code pad. You squeezed it a certain way, just how you’ve done countless times before, which enabled it to open and reveal the colorful wires activating it. You stretched your body further to spark two wires. Immediately after doing so, red lights and a light buzzer began flashing and going off inside and outside. You opened the door and walked inside casually. A few security guards jogged down the hall. You walked past offices and an occasional guard, who paid no attention to anything except his cell phone. You maintained a confident posture and gaze. No one even saw you.

You didn’t know where Sherlock was, but by analyzing the design and structure of the building, you had an idea where Eurus’s cell was. You walked down the staircase and through the hallway. As you were walking down, a door slammed open immediately and out came Sherlock and Mycroft - Mycroft? A second later came John and a man with a suit. Sherlock noticed you first.

“Well done. I was getting worried. As soon as I heard the alarm, I knew.” He said. Sherlock was in a better mood. You knew he was alert. Highly alert. He was excited. It was as if he was almost built for this, and you as well. The red lights and alarm stopped.

“Mycroft? What are you doing here?” You asked, trying to maintain your composure. He wore a suit, directly coming from the London.

“I-.” He started.

“Enough with that. He had full intention to come here on his own to handle this situation by himself.” Sherlock said.

“You’re unbelievable. You don’t trust us. What would your plan be to get around this?”

“This is what I was trying to avoid. I am the government who is taking great care of those threats. How did you even get in?” Mycroft asked you, scoffing.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Do you not know anything about me? You always do this.”

Mycroft sighed and seemed sincere. “I’m sorry.”

Although Mycroft and you were different, you still shared similarities, and it wasn’t only blood. He was always tender to you and didn’t usually yell, like Sherlock. Mycroft never really treated you like mutual. You were still trying to find out why, possibly because you were merely his sister.

“There are memories.” You said.

“Blank ones. I’m aware. I’m sorry. Surely, you can try to understand why.” He replied, rubbing his temples.

“There are more important things to do. I know,” You added.

“I’m leaving.” Sherlock called out. You looked at Mycroft again, then ran up to Sherlock and followed him. He walked up the staircase and down the hallway, making a turn to the right. He opened a door which led to a blank room. Your heart began to beat faster. You knew what was through the other door. You beat him to it and swung the door open. There, in a glass wall was your sister, Eurus, playing a violin. You stood still, wrapping your head around her. Your mind naturally tried to analyze and inspect everything, but you couldn’t figure anything else out about her. Sherlock moved you aside and walked inside, next to you.

John came inside, but Mycroft wasn’t here. Eurus stopped playing and looked at everyone. She locked her eyes with you.

“Sister,” She said. “How much you’ve changed.” Her voice was soft. She possessed a kind demeanor, but underneath it, you sensed desperateness. Evilness. Intellect. Eurus looked at Sherlock.

“Hello, Eurus,” Sherlock said. Eurus’s expression didn’t change.

“Where is Mycroft?” She asked.

“Not here.” Sherlock said.

“No, silly. I know he’s here.” Eurus turned around and began walking in a circle.

Sherlock walked closer to the glass. “Eurus, what are your plans?”

Eurus walked closer. “Don’t you know them?”

“You’re with Moriarty. Why? What can you give him?” Sherlock asked. He thought hard. “I know about your plans with the government.”

Eurus looked at him. She wasn’t surprised. “It’s mutual. I gave him ideas.”

“Ideas?”

“Are you thinking about Redbeard?” Eurus asked. Sherlock didn’t say anything.

You were finally starting to understand everything. “You can give him something else.”

Eurus looked at you and smiled. You knew it all.

You walked out of the room and began running as soon as you entered the hallway and sprinted up another flight of steps. You passed by a glass office, covered by an entirety of glass walls and windows. The abyss of the ocean lay idle in your vision. There, you saw Mycroft sitting on a chair. You opened the door. He looked up at you, but didn’t say anything. Something’s wrong.

“What is it?” You asked. He didn’t look up. You walked closer to him and breathed hard when you saw what was on the floor. A man, recently shot, was dead. Blood poured from his stomach.

“What happened?” You asked him. Mycroft stayed silent. You put your hands on his shoulders and shook him. He looked up at you finally and stared you in the eyes. Then you knew.

Moriarty

You turned around. There he was. He wore a casual silver suit and had a glimmer in his eyes. He was confident, ready, excited. He stood by the door straight up. You scanned him without even moving your eyes. He had a gun, but he didn’t hold it.

“It’s so great to see you here!” He exclaimed. You didn’t say anything. Your mind moved quickly, planning your next move. You knew his intentions.

“I’ve finally outsmarted you.” He said.

You stood up and walked closer to him.

“(Y/N),” Mycroft said. You ignored him.

Moriarty adjusted his shoulders and stood up straighter. You kept eye contact with him.

“What are you going to do?” You asked him, trying to make him think you were ten steps behind.

“What would be the fun in giving that away?” He leaned closer to you, touching your neck.

You opened the door and walked out. Just like that. You knew he wouldn’t shoot you. He was enjoying this. You walked by an alarm and stopped. You opened the alarm case and sparked two wires, the same process you did earlier. You punched in a code. An alarm went off, fulfilling your next plan. You ran downstairs and walked into the room where Sherlock and Mycroft originally were. You knew there was a weapon somewhere. Emergencies. You looked up and down everywhere. You placed your hand under the table and smiled when you felt the cold metal, just where you thought it would be. You hid the gun in your waistline then walked into Eurus’s room. Sherlock rushed out, almost bumping into you, but stabilized you with his arms. A worried look spread across his face when he looked into yours. He didn’t have to ask you anything to know what was going on. He ran out with John.

You opened the door to see Eurus standing in the middle of the room. You knew what you had to do. Your mind was thinking. You acted fast and quick. No emotions played through you. You opened the glass door and entered her room.

“I never got to know you.” She said.

You pulled out your gun. She didn’t react when she saw it. You held the gun up at her.

“We were never similar,” you remarked. “I don’t want to know anything about you. I already know what I need.”

Eurus laughed at you. “You won’t win this. You do realize that?”

You shook your head. “I’ll win. I know that it comes with a sacrifice.”

She scoffed. “You give up that easily? You never did know how to think, did you?”

You walked closer to the glass and kept your gun to your side. “I know more than you think I do. You wouldn’t have a slight idea. Here you are, thinking you’re a mastermind. A perfect place to be, a prison, filling everyone with delusions. You call that winning?”

Eurus walked in another circle. “It’s working. Isn’t it? If you kill me, you’ve still lost.”

You opened the glass door and held your gun to the level of her head.

“You’re insane. Does it look like I need you? You think I do, but that’s great, cause I don’t.” You pulled the trigger, shooting her in the head. Instantly, a red dot formed and grew larger. Her lifeless body fell down immediately. Eurus underestimated you. Although you seemed more human, you weren’t. Your mind was full not even near capacity of concepts and secrets she wouldn’t be capable of attaining or understanding. She was confident you wouldn’t kill her. That’s where you outsmarted her. You knew where Moriarty’s was and his next move, but you were right before. Sacrifices had to be made. Just thinking about it caused your stomach to twist in knots.

You put the gun inside of your pants, on a hinge of your waistline and ran upstairs. You walked up the steps to see Sherlock standing away from Moriarty. Moriarty was saying something. Mycroft still sat down on the chair. John stood behind Sherlock. The alarm wasn’t on anymore.

Moriarty turned around to face you. “The gang’s all here!” He said cheerfully, pulling his gun out casually.

“Each one of you has ruined my chances of success and hadn’t even thought twice about it.” His voice shrilled. “That’s it.” He was right. We have. Delusional. You saw how Eurus messed with his head.

Moriarty walked around in a circle. “Who wants to die first? I have all the time in the world!”

“Moriarty!” John cried out. Sherlock placed an arm blocking him.

“Mycroft, stand up.” Moriarty demanded. Mycroft slowly stood up and walked out of the office, cautiously. You knew they didn’t know that Eurus was dead. You would shoot Moriarty now, but there wasn’t any more bullets left.

“I’ll save the best for last,” he said. Moriarty pointed his gun to John. Sherlock couldn’t do anything. Mycroft wouldn’t. John shrunk down in horror.

“You don’t have to do this,” John said. He was terrified. You couldn’t take a chance with your gun.

You knew your plan.

Sacrifices.

You were the smartest one to initiate the approach. John dying first would mess it up. Without any hesitation, you began running to Moriarty. You jumped up on him and tried to throw him on the ground. He overpowered you and swung you across himself hard, throwing you down on the cold floor. Your body ached, but this was the first step.

“Don’t do that again!” Moriarty screamed. You lied on the ground, motionless.

“She’s dead,” you said.

Moriarty looked at you, shocked. You were pleased. “What did you say?”

“She’s dead. Are you....slow?”

Moriarty gripped his gun tightly and pointed it to everyone. He grew angry and looked at you with pure resentment in his face. He fled down the stairs, not looking back. Sherlock ran to your side. John stood near you. Mycroft walked closer, but he began pacing.

“I have a gun.” You said.

Sherlock didn’t speak. He pulled it out of your waistline. He sighed.

“None left. It might help you”

“I’m lost, but I’m thinking,” Sherlock said.

“We’re all dying today,” Mycroft added.

“Sacrifices. You know what to do. You all do. Go,” you demanded.

Sherlock was puzzled. “Sacrifices? You can’t surely mean-.”

You rose your voice. “I know. I do. It will work. You know what to do. You have time, just go.” Your voice was soft, full of reality.

“Don’t talk like that,” Mycroft said.

“She’s right,” Sherlock added. Mycroft didn’t understand nor did John. It was as if you and Sherlock shared thoughts. He got up from your side and kissed your head before he left. He motioned the others to follow him. You leaned against the glass window. The waves smacked against the cliffs hard.

You heard quick foosteps up the stairs. Moriarty came up. Anger filled his eyes.

“You didn’t think I would do it.” You said.

“I don’t need her,” he replied. He tried to make himself believe that. Moriarty grabbed your neck, but only lightly squeezed it.

“I was saving the best for last,” he said. It was all working.

“If you kill me, what will you accomplish?” You asked, going along with your preset plan.

Moriarty chuckled. “You’ll find out.”

“Will I?” You stalled. You saw out of your eye, Sherlock’s shoes come into your vision. You didn’t look away. You stared into Moriarty’s eyes.

“You killed everyone here, for what? Eurus is dead. You want to kill us. Solid plan.”

He shook his head. “I don’t understand you. You were always there, silently judging me! You ruined me! It was never Sherlock, it was you! Justice for what?!” He screamed.

“You’re weak. You rely on others to do your work. You can’t even manipulate anyone, you’re so bad at it. You are an awful criminal.” You spoke nonchalantly which angered him even more. As much as you were scared, you felt brave.

Moriarty snarled, cocking the gun, the hot metal pressed against your skull.

“You’re no smarter than you sound.”

Here we go

You swore you could feel your heart rate spike as you saw Sherlock’s shoes moving quickly met your eyesight in the split second. He stood to the side of Moriarty, behind him, working efficiently. You felt he was far away, but trusted him. Silence passed but for a moment, a silent bomb ticking with each breath that exhaled. Finally, as if it were a fine orchestration, a man you knew all too well sprinted, his mass of curls wild as he bolted to you, not before the shot rung out, slamming you harder against the wall, aiming the gun away from your head. Your mind began to spin, pulling your hands away only to look at the crimson coating your hands. Your eyes fell on your stomach, now a pool of redness. Your life played in slow motion. You saw Sherlock’s body move through the air and slam Moriarty into the glass window, causing it to shatter in pieces. Your body began to fall backwards, but strong arms pulled you back up. As your body twisted in the moment, you saw Moriarty’s body fall through the opening. Your senses came back to you. Pain filled your mind.

“(Y/N)!” Sherlock screamed. You met his eyes. He was panicking.

You looked into his eyes. “We did it,” you said. The shock numbed your pain. Mycroft and John ran to your side. Their voices were all mixed together. You felt blissful. Your mind flooded with happiness and peace. Is this really death? You doubted it felt like this. You went in and out of your senses a few times. Sherlock picked your body up, your head was snudged in his elbow. He ran fast. The ceiling changed from glass to stone as he ran quickly. Rain droplets fell on you as he ran outside.

“Where’s the boat?” Sherlock cried out. His voice was scared and cracked. You couldn’t see Mycroft. “It’s supposed to be here!”

“Where is the helicopter?! You had precise instructions!” Mycroft’s voice boomed through the phone. Your vision began to blur. It was weird. You didn’t know how you felt about this. You had no control over your body. Memories from your childhood, high school, college rushed through you. Sherlock placed you on the ground and firmly pressed on your stomach. You felt John do the same.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Sherlock cried. You heard the others sob. You tried to say something, but you couldn’t. You were in bliss. You managed to move your hand and squeezed Sherlock’s jacket. He held your hands. Someone else hand your other; you couldn’t tell who. Everything happened so quickly. Memories of crimes, computers, spying, all came flooding back. Exciting times of your life - moments where you almost died, you remembered it all now.

“(Y/N)!”

Your vision started to turn bright white and by doing so, your body shifted through a trance of euphoria. You felt proud. Dying with dignity - it never sounded as good as it felt. You accomplished what you needed. You knew there had to be sacrifices. The whiteness grew brighter, almost as if it was blinding you. You felt welcomed as if you belonged here. Your body was gone, but your mind was undecided. You chose to stay in this state for a bit longer. You continued to hear your siblings cry for you. Sherlock slumped his body over you and hugged you tightly. In the distance, you heard a helicopter. You didn’t know how you were doing it. If you hadn’t been the person you were, you could never manipulate death.

All you felt was peace

Part 2? You’ll find out

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Jamie Johnson 5x10 Review

Tonight was a surprisingly busy ep that did a good job balancing angst and levity. Let’s dig in!

Dillon finally went home tonight after what was probably a couple of weeks. The show continues to do great work with Dillon’s sexuality. Graham begins to make amends by coming of his own accord to the Walker-Cotton house and apologizing to Dillon but he hasn’t magically become a good person. He wants Dillon to keep his sexuality a secret which Dillon pushes back against but as loathsome as Graham can be he does have a point that being openly gay could very well derail Dillon’s football career; after all it’s the same conclusion that all the gay professional players in Britain have reached. This whole story line has been surprisingly nuanced especially for a kids show. Shaun Duggan mentioned that Graham would have a journey of his own and I would assume we see more of it in the final eps

One thing I do think the show has failed to do is include Dillon’s mom. Presumably they don’t have the actress this season but we really needed to see her support Dillon on screen when his dad and brother are homophobes. Hopefully they bring her back in S6 (and bring back Elliot)

It’s a minor detail but I really liked that when Alba comes into the living room to share her news that through the window we can see Graham walking towards the front door; it shows a real attention to detail on the part of the production team. Also the ‘’We Are Family’’ poster with the rainbow on the kitchen wall while Dillon and Graham talked was an inspired touch

The small moment when Dillon asked Becky and Dawn what he should do was really cool; seeing adult lgbtq people give advice to kids dealing with their sexualities is rare on tv in general, on kids tv it’s virtually unheard of; Cami and her gf trying to help Bobby on Doafp being the only example that comes to mind. The show did a great job normalizing lgbtq parents and families and there was an excellent implicit contrast drawn between the loving and supportive ‘non-traditional’ Walker-Cotton family and the cold and strained ‘traditional nuclear’ Simmonds family

I’m so glad that Ruby and Alba have finally been adopted and the photo album Becky and Dawn made was very sweet. I wonder if they stick with Osborne as their surnames or start using Walker-Cotton

Dillon being second in the credits? We love to see it folks

Zoe gets a recruitment montage for a heist soccer game so her and Kat can have one last chance to impress Geri Seddon who apparently doesn’t work very hard at her scouting job if she’s missed all these players. In the first good deed Jamie has done in weeks he calls up Jack and she gets Archfield to play against Zoe’s ragtag team. To the show’s credit Archfield pretty easily wins the day at Goodfield as they realistically should. Zoe and Kat get into Hawkstone though and Alba gets flagged as a future talent so all’s well that ends well

Zoe vaguely apologized for being an ass to Jack and she finally did the right thing with Kat and returned the pendant which which Kat promptly lost again. Zoe treating other girls as the enemy has been a core part of her story since she joined the show back in S3 and it looks like that’s behind now as her and Kat are real friends

I think Mike calling for girl power was the funniest line of the night

This Eric/Aisha/Freddie love triangle is a right mess but I’m finding myself invested regardless. Freddie and Aisha have good chemistry and their commentating was cute. Freddie not knowing Kat’s last name was funny as was Aisha’s observation about Mike’s yelling. Aisha was also right about peanut butter and honey being a delicious combo

We got a refresher on Eric’s sad backstory, brutal that he hasn’t seen his mom in 2 years. Well I’m sure that Eric’s issues with abandonment won’t come into play as Aisha and Freddie grow closer! Imagine tuning into a livestream for a football match only to hear two 13 year olds get into a pissing contest over a girl they both fancy

Also nice to see the kids be kids and go to the cinema

This show has really done a good job with diversity especially since the series isn’t set in or around London (S1 was filmed in Nottingham and recent seasons have been filmed in Wales). In particular, JJ has avoided having their two black male characters, Eric and Freddie, fall into stereotypes. As much as I can’t fathom why the show needs this love triangle, it is refreshing to see two black kids shown as the closest thing this show has to romantic leads. American kids shows have done a great job with female black characters but when it comes to black male characters things are much worse. Zay on GMW largely fell into the sassy black friend stereotype. As for Walker on Andi Mack, the less said the better about how he was romantically involved with two girls of colour only to lose out to two white boys before being written off as a shoe gifting player in a way that played into harmful stereotypes about black men being promiscuous

Another ep where Jamie basically just makes a cameo but because the show has such a wide bench it doesn’t hurt the ep at all. Boggy is basically Jamie’s housewife at this point and it’s sad as hell to watch

I think this is the first time Jack has been back where she hasn’t had a scene with Jamie. The official insta account reposted someone asking the show to make Jamie and Jack a couple, we’ll one day learn if that was straight baiting

Interesting to think about how different the show would be if Jack was still a main, would Dillon’s story be getting nearly so much focus?

Looking Ahead:

Liam thinks Aisha is Eric’s soulmate? I wouldn’t have pegged him for a romantic at heart. I love that he keeps bouncing around the friend trio trying his chances with a new member every week, at the beach he tried with Freddie and now he’s trying with Eric

It seems likely that Eric is denying that he likes Aisha because of his abandonment issues and it looks like he skirmishes with Freddie on the field. I wonder if he’ll be honest with anyone about his feelings

Boggy’s breakdown is upcoming, I really don’t think he’s Jetpac11. Looks like 5x12 is the video game tournament with the Jetpac11 reveal, I still think it’s Archie Royle, but Jethro Stevenson would be a great twist

I lean more and more towards Dillon signing with the Northport Rovers as a way to forge his own path and because he trusts our problematic fave Duncan Jones to stand firm against homophobia. It would also bring Duncan’s S5 story full circle, he was so focused on trying to bamboozle Jamie into signing for Northport that he overlooked the other very talented player he had right in front of him. It seems like Dillon’s story line is trending towards him wrestling with coming out publicly as a professional player in S6 and proving to himself, his father, and the world that an out gay man can be a professional footballer

Until next week Jamie Johnsoners

#Jamie Johnson #Dillon Simmonds #Alba Osborne #Zoe Moore #Jack Marshall #Ruby Osborne #Graham Simmonds #Eric Atlee #Freddie Seo #Jamie Johnson Reviews

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One last night in Mathew Lane home of the Cavern where drinks are always on the agenda rain set in so we elected to get some food and have an early night. Not going to happen with all bars and clubs packed for dining so headed off to the San Carlo an Italian restaurant that is second to none. I have to say the best Italian food and service I have every experienced. Guess it goes you get what you pay for. A great last night.

Hit the road early Monday and headed to Chester which surprise surprise was basically shut down as today the Queen is finally being put to rest. Did get to go inside the Chester Cathedral though which is stunning even with the televisions all around so people can gather to mourn the occasion. We also got to walk the old Roman wall which surrounds the old town. This is still standing in full usage and one can only imagine just how far of their time they were.

Did not go the Llangollen as planned due to the fact that all tourism was shut down driving east to Conwy where we did the worlds smallest house this is where a gent over six foot tall lived, and a fore shore walk. Did the main street and a pub had opened to honour the queen and those so inclined could sit and watch the five hour procession while enjoying a drink and play one of the two poker machines inside. Rhondda, Julie and Lindsay took the opportunity while Allan kept himself amused.

Ceremony completed we drove back and up the coast of Wales to a seaside resort known as Llandudno Bay where the old television show “Faulty Towers” could have been based upon. Serious it was driving into a time warp. The local council had elected to cover the sand beach with stones to stop people walking along it. They then had filled in the top part of beach with a ten metre wide walk way to stop beach visitors walking on the side walk. Could not find a pub but every motel/motel has its own which charged very expensive prices.

It was here that when you watched television instead of watching advertisements the television went blank in memory of the queens final resting day. The shows fully operative for first time in ten days but without advertisements. Do not understand why the shows did just not run without continual blank screens. Only in Britain.

Slow start as headed off to Ireland. Stopped off at Conwy Castle which is well worth the visit. Like Chester the wall was built to last. From here a quick whistle stop at the Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch Train Station. The gift shop is larger then the station itself. Hahaha

Finally to Holyhead where we took the four hour ferry to Dublin where we quickly moved towards Meath where we stayed for the night at the Daly Inn pub and even better food and service from very friendly staff.

From here Tom Tom again took over and we drove the longest roads through more narrow laneways towards the Giants Causeway. This place requires a long walk but worth the effort to see and walk. Back in the car we drove a few short miles to the Carrick-a-Rede rope bridge. A much longer walk to get to but for those brave enough to use the rope bridge dangling in the air 100 feet above the water. Allan volunteered to be the photographer and stay on the main land side.

Still trying to fill in the drive we drove through to Dark Hedges a former pathway leading to an estate. Was lovely but you are no longer allowed to drive through the walking was taking its toll. The drive into Belfast quicker without Tom Tom in control we us having drinks in our room supported by Subway.

Our only full day here in Belfast we decided to do the “hop on bus hop off” tour and not sorry we did. First stop the Titanic Museum which covers so much with a mechanical experience involved along with some great imaging and stories followed by an actual Titanic support ship. A must must do. Could have spent the day there.

Sadly we joined the bus again and did the tour of the city and visited the famous murals. The tour guide explained so much about the different murals and while one can never understand why the fact that they are at peace now is great.

Tonight we are off to the “Crown” hotel legendary for its architecture and decoy where we will enjoy a drink as the millionaires of the past Belfast lifestyle did. Should be great.

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Bleeding Hearts | Elu Vampire Soulmate AU Ch.1

Eliott is living on alcohol, weed and blood. That drives his dead body on a daily basis, giving him at least some kind of purpose in his meaningless life. Being immortal sucks. Being dead sucks even more. All he wants is to get out of this endless loop of nothingness, but he doesn’t expect that to happen so soon. When he meets him, his world turns upside down and his heart starts to beat again.

In a beat of the heart

The night was calm, nothing extreme happened and it was good like that. March just started a week ago, so the weather was still cold, it was often raining, but he could never complain about that. The more the sun was behind the clouds, the more he could walk in daylight. Not today though. Today the sky was clear, moon shining brighter than the city lights below. Cars were rushing through the busy streets, but he was focused on one building.

There was always a lot of people around the hospital, people running in and out, Ambulance coming in with paramedics, taking unconscious patients inside to save their lifes. He could hear every single heartbeat, even from this far away. He knew when someone would not make it, but that was alright. Death is part of life. It’s something that happens when a person had finished his task on this world. Yeah sometimes it happened before that, unexpectedly at a young age, but that was alright too. He would do anything to be like that. A normal human living his life until death comes along the corner to take him and he would fall into his arms with a smile on his face.

He looked at the empty blood bag at his feet, he could still feel the metallic flavor on his tongue and it made him sick. It was never enough, his body was craving for it, but he could never get enough. That was probably the worst out of all if he doesn’t consider that hs body was dead. The endless craving. It was like tiny ants crawling under his skin, a beast growling inside him, screaming for it. I need blood. Give me blood. He could hold it back most of the time, feeding it just enough to shut its mouth. There were days when it was harder, when the beast was stronger. On those days he needed more blood and he had to stay in his apartment, behind locked doors. It wasn’t impossible to resis the craving, but it was harder than anyone could imagine. His whole body was itching, like it wants to burst out in flames.

Focus!

He shook his head and looked back down at the street, throwing the remains of his cigarette aside, tucking the empty blood bag into the inside pocket of his jacket. He noticed the person he was waiting for waling towards the hospital, it was almost time for the night shift to start, therefore he had to get ready. With his speed and soundless movements it wasn’t hard to get into even such a crowded building as a hospital. He did this countless of times, always being successful.

He jumped, feet landing on the sidewalk quietly. No one noticed, because they shouldn’t. People were so blind about their surroundings that it was almost ridiculous. Since Eliott became one of these things, he realized how ignorant and idiotic regular people can be. Of course that made things easier for the nightcrawlers, but it annoyed him so fucking much. They were basically offering themselves for the beasts. Letting them feed from them, charm them into death or the promise of eternal life. Yeah, sorry, bad news. Eternal life sucks.

He stepped into the hospital, people walking past him, not even realizing that he’s there, though he was pretty outstanding in the bright environment. His black clothes, his pale skin, his stormy grey eyes and deep black hair was in a stark contrast with the white and light blue colors inside the building. Yet no one paid attention to the stranger and it was okay. He got used to this side of being dead. People only noticed him if he wanted to, otherwise it was like wearing camouflage in the woods. He was hidden. He was just a shadow. Not breathing, not making a sound. Not being alive.

His steps were soundless, the tiles under his feet were cold, but not as much as his own body. He wasn’t wearing any shoes, there was no point, since he couldn’t get sick or feel cold. The jacket was on him only because it had a large pocket, making it easier to carry the stuff he came for. He walked past the waiting area, going straight towards the stairs. The smell of antiseptic was burning his nose, even though he wasn’t breathing it in. Things like these always found a way to bother him. Small noises, irritating scents, everything. His senses were much more sharp, eyes seeing things from miles away, ears hearing heartbeats from afar, nose smelling things through walls. He might be dead, but that made him even more dangerous. A predator designed to lure in the prey and end its life quietly, quickly. As he took the steps, heading down towards his goal, theawful scent of the antiseptic was more than welcome in his nose, as long as it covered the smells that would drive him crazy. The smell of fresh blood.

The hallway was awfully quiet, even to his sensitive hearing. There were distant sounds of steps, heart monitors and other machines. It was already late, past 22 actually, so there wasn’t much people in the building other than the night shift workers. Especially not on this level, where the storages were. He fastened his steps as he got closer to the end of the hall, turning to the right. Before he could open the door, it moved on itself. Well, not actually.

The woman behind it was wearing light blue hospital outfit that was in high contrast with her beautiful, chocolate brown skin, her black hair in small braids with an ocean blue headband on top. Eliott flashed her a smile, which she weakly returned. Imane, because that was her name looked really tired. It wasn’t easy for her to do her night shifts and study at the same time. She was on biology major in college, wanted to be a doctor, but for that she had to work even harder than others, considering her place in society. Eliott always found it infuriating how much they looked down on black or muslim people in schools, like they are incapable of having high IQ or being talented. Since he became a beast of the night, he knew how it was feeling separated, different from everyone else. Maybe that’s why they understood each other so well with the girl.

He stepped into the room, his eyes fixed on the large freezers that were standing by the wall exact opposite from the door, filleg with bags of blood. He could feel his mouth hurting, his fangs wanting to pop out, ready to drink up all of it, but he held it back. He got quite good at controlling the beast by now.

“You look like shit.” Imane said quietly, standing right next to him, eyes scanning the boy from head to toe.

“Well, try living without heartbeat or breathing for a while. We’ll see how pretty you can be.” Eliott shot back with his usual sarcastic humor, which the other seemed to like a lot.

“I prepared some for you. They are kinda fresh, so it won’t taste so awful like last time.” she said, walking to the drawers in the corner, that were there for documents to hold, but Imane always used the bottom one to hide blood bags in them. No one really cared for the papers in there anyways, it was the task of the night shift nurses to organize paperwork and make sure everything is registered. He knew that Imane was risking a lot by helping him out, but she was a smart girl and kept reassuring him that she made sure no one notices the missing blood bags. Eliott believed her, even if she was lying, because this was the only way he could feed the beast without hurting people. Imane also knew that.

“Is everything alright with you?” Eliott asked and it was genuine interest. He could be dead, but that didn’t mean he had no feelings or thoughts. Of course he tried to not get too attached to anyone, especially not to mortals, but his friendship with Imane was special, something that gave at least a small reason for him to get through his days.

“You can say that.” she mumbled, placing bags of blood from the drawer to the table in the middle of the room. Eliott needed all his strength to focus on her words and not get lost in gazing at the crimson liquid behind the thick plastic. “College life is hard, but I’ll manage.” she said nonchalantly and shrugged, flashing him a toothy smile as she finished packing. There was six bag on the table, enough for at least a month or so. If he doesn’t get carried away like last time.

“I still don’t know how to thank you all of this.” he said, voice slightly raspy as he tore apart his eyes from the bags, looking at the girl.

“You look like you could use more.” she said, concerned look on her face. Eliott could swear that her skin was the smoothest he had ever seen.

“Yeah, well, I only take what I can.” he shrugged and walked towards the table, stuffing the bags into the inside pocket of his large, leather jacket. If someone had told him many years ago that he will meet a black, muslim girl that’s going to help him get blood, he would laugh into the face of that person. Tables have turned since then, and he couldn’t imagine his life without the help of Imane. She was a genuine and caring person, not even afraid of a monster like him.

“If you need more, I can...”

“Cut it!” he said gently, raising his hand. All the rings on it were shining in the sharp white of the neon lights. One skull ring, slightly faded silver, one bronze snake ring, wrapped around his middle finger and a simple black one on his index finger. “This is more than enough, don’t worry.” he said and placed the last bag in his pocket now. “Just make sure to let me know if I can help with anything. I might not be a hundred years old, but I still know things.” he winked playfully, earning an eyeroll from the girl.

“You know I can see right through you, right?” she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I know that you are unhappy. I can see the burn marks on your skin.” she said seriously, her eyes fixed on Eliott’s bare feet. There was a small place of skin that was still a bit red from where the sun touched it. “You can’t do this to yourself.”

“This is the only way I can feel anything, other than the hunger.” he answered roughly, eyes slightly squinted. He liked Imane a lot, but talking about feelings wasn’t his favorite topic, especially since he became one of the dead.

“Fine.” Imane sighed and rested her hands on the table now, leaning forward. She learned to keep the distance between them during their usual “blood meeting” because if she would be too close, Eliott might not be able to hold back the beast. It liked young blood more than anything. Young and fresh blood.

“Thank you again, Imane.”

“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t want you to starve to death.” she smirked and now it was Eliott’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” he said mockingly, but it was good to have someone who was comfortable enough around him to say jokes like this. He zipped up his jacket, making sure he won’t lose the bags on his way out, giving the girl a two finger salute before leaving the room.

The only noise in the hospital was the sound of the magazine the receptionist was reading. She seemed to be pretty preoccupied with it and Eliott was too, since he didn’t notice the boy walking towards him. He was talking fast into his phone, arguing with someone. The tall boy only noticed someone was coming closer when they shoulder bumped to each other. It was only a slight touch, the other didn’t even notie it, too busy with yelling quietly into his phone. But for Eliott it felt like a lightning struck. He suddenly felt everything, like his nerves were going crazy. His nose was filled with the scent of the combination of mint and deodrant. He fell to the wall next to him, grabbing his jacket by his chest. The world was swirling around him, the floor felt like ice, hurting his feet. The walls were closing around him, his vision slightly blurred. Static noise was filling his ear and something else he quiet couldn’t recognize. It was like something was drumming on his ribcage, trying to burst out of his body, something was pumping under his skin. His eyes burned, filling with tears as he was gasping for air. Gasping for air?

It took him long minutes to realize that what he was feeling in his chest was in fact his heart, beating. The feeling under his skin was his own blood filling his veins. He could hear it. Tears were running down his face and he couldn’t stop them, not like he wanted to. He haven’t been able to cry since he died, not even when the sun was burning him. But now they were overflowing, wetting his cheeks, leaving warm traces on the pale skin. He looked at his hands, seeing his veins popping out, slighting thumping to the rhythm of his heartbeat. It was too fast, irregular, but it was his heart.

It felt like hours passed, but it was only a couple of minutes. He looked up from his hands to see the boy leaving the building. He couldn’t see his face, just a grey hoodie and a beautiful crown of brown hair. Whatever that person did to him, he had to find it out. His mind was racing with a hundred miles per hour, he still felt dizzy. He couldn’t remember when or how he left the hospital, but the next thing he saw was the door of his own apartment. He slowly opened it, walking inside and sitting down on the couch. He could feel the bags of blood in his jacket, but he couldn’t think of anything else, but that boy. The scent of him would not leave his nose. It was driving him crazy.

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After the shock came the panic. Eliott spent most of his night curled up on the couch, trying to take in all the shit around him. If his senses were sharp before, now they were even worse. He could hear bugs crawling inside the walls, the snorring of the old lady from downstairs. Everything got on his nerves, making him lose his mind. And of course on top of that there was his fucking loud heartbeat and his breathing. Those were the worst. He so got used to having a dead body that now he had no idea what to do. He wasn’t even sure if he was alive, but he felt alive.

His forearms were red from where he kept scratching it endlessly, but he couldn’t stop the itching. His body got slowly filled with his blood and that was surprisingly painful. It felt like when your limbs go numb and they slowly getting back to work, but it’s also super sensitive to even the lightest of touch. Yeah, coming back to life was something like that. Shaking the numbness off your body, embracing the pain that was coming with it.

When the morning came, Eliott felt exhausted, like he was running for hours and hours. It was probably caused by his panic attack. Who would have thought a creature of the night could have one. But he would have never thought it’s possible for his heart to beat again, so there’s that.

He got up from the couch, basically pulling his legs with him as he entered the kitchen. He only drank coffee out of habbit before, but now he felt like his body could use some caffeine to function. Everything was weird with his extra sharp senses and he still couldn’t get used to the beating heart in his chest. He could feel every movement of the muscles making it pump the blood through his veins. He knew that being alive didn’t feel like this before, this was something else. He might have a beating heart, but he was still a monster, which confused him even more.

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Not more than two weeks passed and now he was back there on the rooftop, glancing down at the street. It took him a while to calm down and try to find some sort of explanation to what happened to him. Sadly the internet wasn’t much of a help, so he had to look for old books written by actual vampires. Eugh, he hates that word so much. Vampire. It makes his skin crawl just by using it in his head. He is one of the bloodsuckers, the dead ones, but he hated his own existence more than anything. Well, he did before all this happened. Before a boy made his heart beat again.

His research didn’t go as well as he wanted it to, but there were some information and crumbs of situations like this in the books. All of them mentioning deep connection, fate, meant to be together and even soulmates. Like that is possible. How could a dead creature have a soulmate? That sounded ridiculous, but he had no better explanation to this. That boy literally made his heart beat again, bringing him back to life and maybe giving a reason for him to embrace that. He still hated the fact that there was no detailed paragraphs about all this soulmate bullshit. Was he supposed to approach him? But how? He was just a human being, probably knowing nothing about the creatures of the night. And on top of that there was no way it wouldn’t be dangerous for Eliott to be around him. God, they just bumped into each other, only touched for mere seconds and they should now be together forever because what? The universe decided so? What about their feelings? What if that boy would hate him? He can’t ask him to accept him the way he is, because he can’t even accept himself. He can’t ask for his love when they don’t even know each other. How is he supposed to tell him this? Oh, hey, I’m sorry to bother you, but we bumped shoulders last week and it seems like our fate is to end up together. Oh, and I could rip out your throat anytime if I lose control over the beast inside me. I’m Eliott by the way, your soulmate, you know.

He buried his face into his palms, rubbing over it slowly. He let out a deep, desperate sigh before lighting up another cigarette. The roof around him looked like an ashtray already, since this was the third night he spent up here, observing the hospital from afar. Usually he came here once a month, or even less often, but right now he had to see that boy. It was stupid, he knew. They met here more than a week ago, whatever brought him to the hospital could not be there by now, but there was a deep feeling, a little tingling inside him that he’s going to see him again.

And there he was. It felt like electricity running through his body, soft smell of mint and deodrant filling his nose. It was crazy how intense these feelings were, though his boy just stepped to the street from a crowded bus. His eyes fixed on him instantly, examining his features and damn, he was the most beautiful human being for sure. His skin was soft, smooth even, small moles scattering around it here and there, his hair was brown, slightly disheveled, cherry pink lips that were a bit chapped. Eliott could imagine kissing him, breathing into his mouth and never letting him go. He shook his head, pushing away the dirty thoughts. The most captivating thing about the boy was his ocean blue eyes, they were basically glowing, even under the dim light of the street lamps. He was wearing a grey hoodie and black sweatpants. How can someone look so gorgeous in sweatpants? It should be illegal.

He was holding a plastic bag in his beautiful hands, walking towards the front door of the hospital. Eliott was so focused on him that he only noticed Imane when the two of them met in front of the building. He could feel his heart sink and then beat faster at the sight. They greeted each other like friends, Imane even hugged the boy, Lucas. That’s how she called him. Beautiful name for a beautiful boy, indeed.

“Good to see you here.” Imane said softly, rubbing the arms of the boy, who smiled at her softly. Eliott felt like he could melt from that smile if Lucas would ever flash it at him. It made him look even more beautiful.

“Yeah, you too. We should hang out sometime.” the brunette offered.

“Definitely, but I think both of us is busy with work and studies.” she said with a sad smile, earning a slow nod from the other.

“For sure. I think I’m going crazy with all those assigments.” he smirked. “But that’s the life of a university student.” he said, shrugging nonchalantly. Eliott could watch and listen to him for hours. He had such a soft voice and his face was just... so fucking pretty.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he missed the rest of their conversation. His stomach churned at the sight of the boy entering the hospital, leaving the line of his sight. The urge of going after him, grabbing him and never let go was almost stronger than his hunger for blood. Which was terrifying. How could he crave for a boy he had only seen twice and never spoke to him? How can there be a connection between them?

He let out a thick cloud of smoke and got up from the edge of the roof where he was squatting before, throwing away the remains of his cigarette. This building got closed off since years now and Eliott had claimed this rooftop for himself since then. It was high enough to be out of sight and close enough to the hospital too. A perfect hiding place for a monster like him.

He fished his phone out of his pocket, letting his heart take control over his body this time. It was such a long time ago since he had feelings like this, so deep that they could physically hurt. Being apart from his boy, from his soulmate was just like that. His chest was aching and he couldn’t get his face out of his mind, he was everywhere inside his head. Those bright blue eyes were the most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life. And he had seen a lot of things.

He didn’t have much people in his contacts, so it was fairly easy to find Imane’s name an click on the chat button. His fingers were hovering above the screen for a while, not being sure what to type. He didn’t wanted to involve Imane even more into the sack of shit that is his life. She had enough problems without this vampire-soulmate-beating-heart crap, and honestly it was still not clear for him what all this meant. He only knew that he was destined to meet Lucas and the moment their shoulders bumped, their lives intertwined with each other.

After taking a deep breath, he put his phone back in his pocket and sat down on the edge of the roof, lighting yet another cigarette. He needed to think. Think about what to do. Approach Lucas, let him into his life, into his heart or stay away for good, saving probably both of them from the inevitable pain that would come with this bullshit.

“I am so fucked.” he mumbled into the cold, starless night, his grey eyes fixed on the transparent door of the hospital. “So damn fucked...”

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Soooo, I did a thing. I know this might be a short first chapter, but I really wanted to post something to get some reviews from you. I’m hoping that you guys like it and that I could explain the things fairly okay. I wrote a lot of fantasy stuff when I was a teenager (like 10 years ago), but not in english, so this was a hard task and I would appreciate some honest opinions about this. The base idea was stolen from Kresley Cole’s vamp books I read like 8-9 years ago, but the story is completely made by my crazy mind. Anyways, I will stop rambling. Thank you for reading and make sure to leave a feedback. Bisou

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catfishandthebottlefan · 5 years

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#13 - Your Room’s on the First Floor

A/N- Hi! I know I haven’t been posting a lot, I’m sorry about that. But here’s a long-ish one for y’all. It’s nearly midnight here so sorry if there’s typos 😂 i love this one, it’s HELLA fluffy :) ~ Anna xxx

You stepped into the warmth of the B&B, quickly removing your sodden coat and hanging it on the free-standing wooden rack in the large hallway. You wiped your black Doc Martens on the doormat before removing them and placing them on the shoe rack to the left of the front door. Mary and Bernie’s B&B felt homely, with family photos hung on the walls, and their own shoes and coats on the racks as well as those of their guests. For example, next to your relatively new black Docs sat an identical (but larger) pair - old and scuffed, but clearly well-loved and worn. You presumed these belonged to the couple’s son, whom you’d never seen or met, but his parents spoke fondly enough of him for you to know he was a nice boy.

The B&B felt quiet; nobody seemed to be home, which was unusual. However, you had returned at an unusual time compared to most guests, who would usually appear at about 6 or 7pm after having had their dinner, whereas it was only quarter past 2. You were sick of seeing your mum and new step-dad “canoodling” like a pair of sickeningly loved-up teenagers, and were sick of being told to “cheer up, you’re on holiday”. How did they expect you to be full of joy when they’d brought you to the arse-end of Wales? It was nothing like the holidays you went on with your dad, to exotic places like Morocco or Italy.

“We’ve been through this, Y/N, Steve and I just don’t have money like your dad-”

“Well if you’d stayed with Dad instead of fucking off with some old git from your shitty job, and somehow dragging me with you, we’d still be able to go on nice holidays!”

And that was when you’d stormed off back to the B&B, leaving them to hold hands under the sunset, or eat fish and chips on the beach, or buy cheesy fridge magnets for no other reason than to disguise the complete mundaneness of the absolute shit holiday. Well, that’s what you’d presumed they’d end up doing, although you tried to kid yourself that you didn’t care, and that you didn’t cry yourself to sleep at night wishing that you could go back all those years, to when your parents were together and life was less shit.

In a way, you were glad you’d had the argument, as it meant you had an excuse to go back and have a smoke. Smoking was your guilty pleasure, and, although you didn’t consider yourself addicted, you loved the sense of relief that came with sitting down and having a cigarette, watching the end light up and fall off as you gently sucked on the filter. There was something therapeutic about watching the embers fall off and create ash at your feet, and watch the patterns created in the cloud of smoke that would surround your face.

Now wearing just your Oasis t-shirt, ripped jeans and fluffy socks, you walked up the carpeted stairs towards your room. However, once you reached the first floor, you stopped in your tracks. Was that a guitar you could hear?

You followed the melody up another flight, and along the second floor landing, until you reached a tiny room right at the very end of the hallway. The door was ever so slightly ajar, and you could now hear the lyrics of the song more clearly - When You Were Young by The Killers. The mystery guitar player clearly had good taste.

You stood outside the door, on the hinge side so the occupants of the room couldn’t see you, listening to the music. However, you decided you had to burst in when the lyric was changed to “he doesn’t look a thing like Larry”, preceded by a crescendo of laughter, part of which was coming from yourself.

“Um, hi,” you said, rather shyly considering the fact that you were the one who’d interrupted them, “I love this song.”

You looked up from your feet to see a long-haired boy sitting cross-legged on the ground, an acoustic guitar in his lap. Like you, he wore ripped jeans and fluffy socks, however he wore a The Streets hoodie. He was accompanied by another equally long-haired boy, however this one’s hair was pushed back by a headband, and he was barefoot, wearing a black Adidas tracksuit.

“The Killers, absolutely class band, innit.” said Guitar boy, looking up at you, “You look cold.”

After he said that, you realised exactly how drenched you were. As much as you loved your black calf-length trenchcoat, you realised it wasn’t quite waterproof to Welsh standards.

“I did get a bit soaked actually,” you chuckled, “I should go get changed-”

“No, wait, sit down,” Guitar boy instructed, and you did as he said, “What are you doing back so early anyway? Mum said not to expect any guests till 6.”

“Oh, you’re the son, then!” you burst out.

Headband boy laughed. “He’s the son.”

“Sorry, this isn’t the best of introductions is it?” you laughed, aware of your own apparent rudeness, “I’m Y/N, and you are-?”

Both boys spoke up at the same time.

“I’m Van.” said Guitar boy.

“Larry.” said Headband boy.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” you stood up, turning to go back to your own room, “But I actually just came back for a ciggie and I..umm... got a bit lost. I thought this was my room. Anyway, I better get back-”

“Hey, don’t leave so soon!” Van said, seemingly offended, “Look, we have plenty of fags under here!”

He reached under his bed to pull out a packet of Lambert and Butler Blue. He took one out expertly before handing it to you.

“Got a light?” you asked, “Mine’s in my room, I really don’t mind going and getting my own if you don’t want to share-”

“Just shut up and take the free fag,” Larry interrupted, “What do you smoke anyway?”

“Anything I can get my hands on, but Marlboro Silver at the moment-”

“Marlboro? You’re posh!” Larry teased, “They’re well expensive!”

“I’m not posh!” you laughed, going red in the face.

“She is well posh, have you seen her mum and dad?” Van chipped in.

“Not my dad.” you replied, deftly. The phrase had almost become a reflex now.

“Wait, how do you know my parents? I’ve been here three days and I haven’t seen you once!”

You leant against Van as he explained how he’d been at Larry’s, which was “just down the road there, then the avenue, opposite the chippy”. You shivered as you puffed the cigarette.

Van put his hand on your arm. “Love, you’re fucking freezing!”

Before you even had time to refuse, Van pulled his hoodie off and put it over your head. You wriggled out of your t-shirt from underneath, and pulled your knees under the cosy jumper. It was still warm from when Van had been wearing it.

You noticed more and more about the boys after you’d warmed up a bit. Van was now wearing a white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, and used his bare arms as an excuse to sit closer to you, “as you’ve nicked my jumper”. He told you about his band, after you asked about the handwritten lyric sheets strewn across the floor of what you presumed was his bedroom, although the room was tiny.

“Bet your band’s shit,” you teased, Larry joining in.

“Yeah it’s well crap, only sold two tickets and that was to my brother and his mate,” Larry laughed, “And their songs are shite.”

“They’re not!” Van protested, his voice going an octave higher, “Look, I’ll play one to you right now!”

“Go on then, Julian Casablancas.” you retorted.

“Fine, okay, this one’s called ASA-”

“Not that one, it’s proper shit!” Larry objected, “It’s about meeting up to have sex with Ab-”

“Shut the fuck up, Larry.” Van almost growled.

“Who’s Abbie?” you asked, curiously, “Friends with benefits?”

“No!” Van confirmed, “An ex-girlfriend.”

“Basically, all the songs he’s ever written are about her.” Larry whispered in your ear.

“Well, I guess he has someone new to write a song about now.” you said, looking Van in the eyes.

“I guess I do.”

The next day, you saw Van helping his parents at breakfast, and he handed you a screwed up piece of paper when he served you. You placed it in your pocket, and, after you’d finished, ran straight up to your room to read it.

Beach, 20 mins, the note read, in scrawled handwriting.

You got dressed hastily, throwing on your black denim skirt, with fishnets underneath, and Van’s hoodie. You told your mum you’d made a friend and could you spend the day with them, so she and Steve could have some alone time. Steve almost looked relieved, nodding his head, and your mum seemed too occupied in reading her Facebook messages to acknowledge the information.

You took it as a yes.

Just as you put your boots on, Mary appeared from the kitchen.

“Hi, love, where are you off to? Ooh, I like your jumper, our Van has one exactly like that, doesn’t he, Bern?”

“Just the beach, I’m meeting a friend there for some lunch-”

Bernie appeared from behind her, and patted you on the shoulder reassuringly, “Have fun, love.”

You weren’t too sure if you knew the way to the beach, but you followed the family in front of you and, luckily, they were going there too. You found Van, sitting on the wall separating the gift shops from the sand, acoustic guitar on his lap.

“That’s my fuckin’ jumper!” he greeted you enthusiastically, jumping off the wall to hug you.

You smiled, pulling the note out of your pocket, “So, explain this.”

Van sat himself back down on the wall.

“Well, I needed a new girl to write a song about, and you were a good excuse.” he smiled, cheekily.

He brushed your blonde fringe out of your eyes.

“Your eyes are well-blue y’know,” he said, dreamily, “like, I dunno, they’re quite delicate, but also brave, like the sea or summit-”

“Shut up,” you chuckled, although your heart felt warm.

“And your hair, I love it,” he continued, “it’s just you. Messy, windswept, but warm and kind - I like the colour.” “My hair isn’t naturally blonde, you know.” you replied quietly, staring at his lips.

He leaned in closer, so your foreheads were almost touching.

“And you have freckles-”

“Shut up and kiss me.” you muttered, pressing your lips against his.

The kiss was a million fireworks, tender yet exciting, lighting up a fire inside your chest that you’d forgotten existed.

As you pulled away, you noticed Van smirking, a glint in his eye.

“That was part of the plan, wasn’t it!” You squealed, outraged, “Compliment her till she kisses you!”

“No!” he replied, his voice once again getting higher in volume and pitch, “I was gonna sing to you first.”

He grabbed your hand, helping you up onto the wall. He strummed the first chord of the song.

I can tell by your grin That you're lying through your fringe again This talk is getting us nowhere Let's set sail for nowhere It was just one night And it was just one time And you looked amazing From what I was taking Keep breathing, keep breathing Settle down in your home It's only rainfall Keep breathing, keep breathing Settle down in your home It's only rainfall You know it's only rainfall

As he strummed the last chord of the somewhat short song, you smiled.

“It’s not finished yet-”

“Shhh, it was perfect.” you whispered.

“But when exactly did I lie?” you asked, more loudly.

Van chuckled.

“When you said you got lost. Your room’s on the first floor.”

#Catfish and the Bottlemen #catb #vanfic #VanFiction #van mccann

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