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headheartbellarke · 3 years

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Paper Rings | OWEN JOYNER

Requested by anon: “Owen request? A series of events that leads Owen to finally working up the courage to propose to his girlfriend?” PAIRING(s): Owen Joyner x fem!reader WARNING(s): some language, mentions of abuse, panic attack, anxiety, and fluff haha WORDS: 3.7k SUMMARY: Five times Owen almost asks his girlfriend to marry him, and one time he actually does.

Charlie looks around, feeling out of place amongst the big mirrors, bright lights, and the sparkling diamonds. When his best friend, Owen, told him that he wanted a ‘guys night’ (he’s still unsure as to why he wants to have one: they live together, it’s guys’ night every night – he was expecting bars, or clubs, or fancy restaurants; things they don’t get to do every night, because of work. But he definitely wasn’t expecting to be dragged into a jewellery store.

“O, buddy, what are we doing here?”

Owen shushes him, walking ahead to a counter. A woman with kind eyes greets him. “Mr. Joyner!”

He smiles, familiarity pooling in his eyes.

Charlie frowns. He didn’t expect Owen to be into jewellery – sure, he buys stuff for his sister and mother, but he always takes them with him.

He thinks of Y/N, Owen’s girlfriend of about five years – there’s a possibility that he may be buying something for her, but it’s highly unlikely. Y/N has been pretty vocal about the fact that she hates diamonds, and who’s to blame her, really? Her father used to buy her mother a diamond necklace after every time he hit her or when he came home smelling of another woman’s perfume.

Charlie exclaims, “Owen! I’m gonna die if you don’t tell me what’s going on!”

“I know, I know.” He shushes him, again, and Charlie feels like a child, even though he’s older than the blonde boy. Owen turns to the woman in front of him, Miranda, as her name tag reads, and says, “I hope it’s ready.”

She nods, excitedly. “Yes! I have it right here with me.”

She disappears beneath the counter, and Charlie expects her to return with a big box, like a magician’s apprentice. But, instead, she emerges with a small, tiny box and he wonders –

As realization dawns upon him, he feels a rush of euphoria. “Oh my god, are you –”

Owen nods, his face aglow with anticipation, hope and adoration. “I – I walked into this store a couple of weeks ago, after I decided that I wanted to marry her, I mean, I’ve known it for a while, you know? I can’t see myself being with anyone but her for the rest of my life, and I want a family with her. She’s my soulmate, dude. And I – I think it’s the right time, too. She’s got that amazing job, and my career’s going great, so, yeah. I wanna marry her.”

Charlie sniffs, feeling tears at the back of his eyes. “Bro.”

His friend grins. “Bro.”

Charlie pulls him into a hug, but Owen pushes him away, and they swat each other’s hands for a second before Owen whisper shouts, “Do you wanna see the ring or not?!”

Charlie’s eyes widen and he nods. They turn to the woman in front of them, and she points to the box placed on the counter before them. “If you’re ready.”

Owen nods, and Charlie feels amazed at the determination clouding his irises. He opens the box, and the Canadian boy gasps.

Inside sits a simple platinum ring. Except at the middle, there’s a diamond shaped like a star. It’s so beautifully built, every edge looking like they’re fit to cut steel. And the entire ring – it’s so simple, yet beautiful, and Charlie knows why he picked it.

It’s a mirror of the way Owen sees Y/N – something gorgeous, something priceless, something elegant, yet something so simple to him, and something that will always makes sense, no matter what.

Owen inhales, staring at his reflection in the full body length mirror in front of him. He’s going to do it today – he is going to ask his best friend, his soulmate and the love of his life to marry him. He has planned it all – even Charlie went out with the rest of the cast tonight to give the twenty-three-year-olds some privacy. (Charlie, Y/N, and Owen live together in Vancouver, at least while shooting the fourth season of Julie and The Phantoms, so, as one can guess, it’s really difficult to get a moment alone – but since the both of them love Charlie so fucking much, they don’t really mind.)

He straightens his tie and hears soft footsteps in the hallway outside his room. Y/N’s head pokes in, her face lit up like Christmas lights.

“Don’t you look sharp!” She says, while walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his torso. Owen smiles, catching her eyes in the reflection. “Are the bad puns ever going to stop?”

She gasps, dramatically, and exclaims, “You don’t gotta be so mean about it!”

He shakes his head, and feels love swell in his chest for the woman behind him. “I love you so much, you know that, right?”

A mischievous glint appears in her eyes. “I could use a reminder.”

Owen grins, turning backwards and cups her face in his hands, about to kiss her, when a voice stops him.

“I think I just broke the coffee machine!”

Y/N’s eyes widen, and she yells, “You did what?!”

Owen’s brows furrow. “Is that –”

She casts him an apologetic glance. “Zoe, yeah. I forgot to tell you, but Cece had to go out last minute, so I offered to watch her for the evening!”

Usually, Owen loves kids, especially Y/N’s cousins like Zoe, but right now, he feels like jumping off a cliff. She seems to sense that as she runs her hands down his arms, and says, “I’m sorry! I know you said that tonight was gonna be just us, but you love Zoe, don’t you? And it’s gonna be fun, I promise!”

It’s not. Owen had booked a table at Y/N’s favorite restaurant in Vancouver, and he would have proposed midway through the dinner, when the musicians there would start to play ‘Love Story’ by Taylor Swift, and when they got to the bridge, he would have dropped to a knee.

Ignoring the weight in his chest, he plasters a smile on his face. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m sorry, I just – it’s been a while since we’ve been alone, you know? With work and all. But I’m sure it’s gonna be great with Zoe, too!”

She nods. “Thank you. We can go out alone next week when Charlie has that photoshoot with Madi!”

He nods. “Absolutely.”

The little black box stays hidden in the pocket of the beige coat in his closet that he never wears.

As Y/N smiles at him, Owen thinks that this is it. This is the moment he’s gonna ask her to marry him.

As the light from the fire illuminates her face, he thinks about how perfect this weekend has been. After long days, and even longer nights of filming, they finally got a weekend off, and Charlie immediately booked a cabin in North Vancouver.

And there’s no one better at planning trips than Charlie.

Along with Owen, Y/N, and Charlie; Madison, Jadah, Jeremy and his wife, Carolynn, Savannah, Sacha, and Tori are here, too, everyone basking in the peace. Throughout the weekend, they’ve done anything and everything they can do in snow – from skiing, to making snow angels, and finally, as the shades of evening rolled on the last day of their trip, they are tired.

After dinner, everyone wordlessly returned to their rooms, and Owen knows that they’re all fast asleep, right now – except Y/N, who is still as bubbly as champagne.

When they returned to their room, Y/N quickly lit the fire – because no matter if it’s snowing or if it’s fifty degrees outside – she is always freezing.

It’s the opposite in Owen’s case, though – he’s always warm, and that’s why Y/N wasted no time to settle in his lap.

Owen quickly pats his pocket to check if the ring’s still there. It is, and it’s been there for the whole weekend. He’s been searching for opportunities, but they were always either with someone, or it wasn’t a good time.

“O?” She asks, her voice soft.

“Hmm?” He replies, threading his fingers through her hair.

Her eyes brighten up, putting the fire in front of them to shame. “I’ve just had an idea.”

“Later. First, I have something to ask you.” He says, his hand reaching into his pocket again.

She smiles. “I know what you’re gonna ask.”

Owen’s surprised. “You do?”

She nods excitedly. “Yeah. Charlie told me!”

He must have had a horrified look on his face because her eyes widen quickly. “Oh, he didn’t want to, believe me! But, now that I know, tell me, when are you gonna do it?”

Owen stammers, suddenly feeling breathless in this room. The anxiety starts to pool in his stomach, along with an anger, directed towards Charlie. “I – I – I can’t believe he told you this…”

She shrugs. “You know that he can’t hide anything from me. He’s like the brother I never asked for. Anyway, so he was showing me some of the designs, and I love you, but I don’t think you can handle a tooth piercing.”

Owen’s brows furrow. “What?”

“Like, totally no offence, but you passed out when the dentist came to do a routine check up on your teeth. I don’t wanna imagine what would happen if you got them pierced.”

“What are talking about?!”

“Charlie and your matching piercings, dummy! What else would I be talking about?” She looks at him as if he’s grown a third head.

Owen’s lips part. “We are not getting matching piercings – I wasn’t gonna ask you that!”

“Oh!” Her eyes widen. “What were you gonna ask, then?”

He gulps, thinking to himself – this is it. This is it. This is it.

“Do you wanna go home for New Year’s?”

He mentally curses when that question comes out of his mouth, and even with Y/N’s bright smile, he starts to feel queasy inside, knowing that he still isn’t confident enough to actually ask her.

Owen wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans and stands up. “Y/N, I have to tell you something.”

She nods, her eyes sweeping across the mostly empty LA beach. He brought her here today to finally ask her to marry him – his past attempts have been nothing short of disastrous.

As he opens his mouth, he feels a pang in his heart, and his mind starts to race. All kinds of thoughts race through his mind, like – what if she says no? what if she hates him for ruining what they have? What if Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift becomes his most relatable song? What if she –

Y/N stands up, and her hand finds that of Owen’s, a reassurance, and he knows that she can sense his anxiety. She doesn’t ask him to talk about it – she knows that he will, eventually, when he’s ready. For now, she shows him that she’s here for him, and somehow that is enough.

As she brushes his hair, his mind starts to calm down, his erratic breathing slowing down and involuntarily matching the pace of her breathing. She whispers, softly, “You’re okay. You’re safe. Everything is okay. You’re okay. I love you. I love you –”

She keeps repeating that, until it’s like a mantra in Owen’s head, turning the racing thoughts to mere background noise.

He opens his eyes, and looks into hers, and finally feels calm. He exhales. “That… uh....”

She nods, comfort flooding through her eyes. “I know, baby. But it’s okay. You’re safe now.”

He shakes his head, taking his hand in hers. “I – I – I think that maybe you and I should, uh, get – um, matching tattoos. Yeah. That’s what I wanted to ask you.” He lies.

She nods enthusiastically. “Yes! Of course. You don’t even have to ask – we’ve always talked about it, and I think that now is the perfect time! Do you wanna –”

As Y/N talks about designs, he thinks that he’s a fucking coward.

As Owen laughs, he feels confident, for once. He knows that tonight he’ll be able to ask her to marry him, especially in front of all his family – he loves his family, and so does Y/N and vice versa. He remembers the first time he brought her home three months after they’d started dating. He remembers feeling absolutely euphoric about the fact that she fit right in with his family. That was also the day that she had told him, for the first time, that she loves him.

He looks around the table, and watches Y/N talk animatedly to his mother. His parents think of her as their own daughter, especially after finding out about her rocky relationship with her father. Y/N’s mother sits next to Owen, and he loves how carefree she looks – her ex-husband, really, was an asshole.

He takes the little box out of his pocket, and his cousin, Elias, gasps. “Is that an engagement ring?” He whispers, his face scrunching as if the sentence left a bad taste in his mouth.

Owen nods. “Yes. Elias, I would appreciate it if you kept it down.”

His cousin raises his hands. “Always, homie.”

He rolls his eyes. “Right.”

Elias looks around. “Hey, do you think that it’s a good idea to propose now?”

“What do you mean?” Owen’s brows furrow.

“I mean people do it in private for a reason. What if she says no and then you get embarrassed in front of your entire family and hers? It’s sympathetic looks for the rest of your life, bro. And your parents wouldn’t be able to talk to her, nor to her mom, ‘cause it’d be, ya know, friggin’ embarrassing. Everyone’s probably gonna hate you.”

Owen’s eyes widen, and he toys with the truth in his cousin’s words. Elias shrugs, and takes a sip of his water. “But it’s up to you, dude.”

Slowly, Owen slides the ring back into his pocket.

Owen looks around, checking if any distractions could be in this room. None. How could it, though? He’s standing in an empty classroom, in the middle of winter break. Nobody in their right minds would be here.

Well, that would mean that Owen’s not in his right mind. To be really, really, really honest – he is kind of losing it. He has been trying to propose to Y/N for the past month, but every time – every god damn time, something comes up and ruins everything.

So, he decided to break into his middle school. Well, ‘break into’ isn’t the right phrase – he asked the guard to give him the keys for the night, and even thanked him with a hundred dollar note. Unlike his girlfriend, he’s incapable of breaking rules.

The guard thought that it was very romantic of him, but really, he’s just tired and wants to get married already. He taps his foot anxiously, and finally hears the door opening, signalling Y/N’s arrival.

God, she looks absolutely adorable. Her nose is crimson from the cold, and she is bundled under what seems to be ten layers of clothing. She huffs, grinning when she notices him.

“Are we here to make out? Because your house was much more comfortable and so, so warm.”

Owen shakes his head. “Nope.”

“Well, are you gonna murder me, O? Because, well, it’s certainly the perfect location.”

“I have to tell you something.” He says, taking a step toward her. He looks around and sees that there is nothing that could possibly ruin this moment, and smiles brightly, preparing himself. Y/N’s eyes gleam with anticipation, as she nods for him to continue.

“Y/N, I still remember the day that I met you. I remember the way you smiled at me even though I had spilled black coffee all over you and ruined your very pretty, white dress.”

She laughs. “I was really mad at first, yeah. But the cutest boy in all of Oklahoma was in front of me, and well, you know that I was a goner.”

He smiles fondly. “And the beautifulest girl in the world was in front of me.”

“That’s not a word.”

“I know. And then you laughed at my dumb jokes, and even agreed to go on a date with me.”

“To compensate for that absolutely gorgeous dress.” She clarifies, a teasing smile on her face.

He grins sheepishly. “And then somehow, somewhere we fell in love, and somehow, you became my other half, and somehow, I can’t imagine a world without you. I don’t want to. You are my best friend, and you are the one person around whom I can be completely myself and face no judgements.”

“No, I do judge you. You’re a little questionable.”

“And what would I do without your wicked sense of humour?”

“Honestly? You’d be lost without me. I mean, you forget to even put your socks in the washing machine.”

“You’re not supposed to wash them. They go on your feet. Obviously.”

“That is disgusting, and you know it.”

He laughs. “I wanna be with you for the rest of my life, and I… I… I want a family with you, you know? I know that we’ve never talked about this, and I don’t know how you would feel about one, but still, if you’re up for it, I’m too. But, if you don’t, that’s okay, too. More than okay.”

For a moment, an unrecognizable expression crosses her face, and he wonders if he’s hurt her. But then the biggest smile blooms on her face.

“We should have talked about this. But I would like a family with you, too. I mean, I’ve never really wanted one, and you know why. But, after seeing you and your family, I realized that a part of me does want it. I do want to have the home that I never got to have with you and I wanna do better. I know that you’ll be an amazing dad, and I wanna raise my kid the way that kids should be raised. And I want it with no one else but you.”

Owen feels as if he’s on cloud nine, and he stares at her for a moment, wondering how lucky he is to find a girl like her. He says, “Y/N, I –”

Before he can ask her the question, though, her ringtone cuts through the silence of the empty classroom. She whispers an apology and takes her phone out from her jeans pocket.

She accepts the call and speaks into the phone. “Hey, Luka, what’s up? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down. Luka, slow down.”

She exchanges a panicked look with Owen.

Speaking of Owen, he’s losing it. Absolutely. He was so close. And for the first time, he had both confidence and hope. And something had to happen. He starts to feel annoyed at Luka, his sister, and then immediately feels bad about it, but then starts to feel annoyed again.

“Oh no, you did what? Do you need me to come?”

At Y/N’s last sentence, Owen bursts out. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

Y/N raises her brows at him. He feels anger replacing all his emotions, anger towards the world, it’s timings, and mostly, towards himself.

Sensing his rage, Y/N gives him a weird look. “What is wrong with you?” She whispers.

“Everything. Everything is wrong!” He whispers back.

He starts to feel breathless, and the familiar sensation of a panic attack starts to overcome him. He looks around, trying to focus on something, anything, when he spots the door.

He looks at his girlfriend, and says, “I love you, but I’m gonna lose it.” With that, he walks by her, and out the doors, while she yells after him.

+1.

It’s been twenty minutes since he last talked to Y/N, and he has lost all hope. He’s now sitting on a park bench a couple of minutes away from the school, and he is listing all the reasons why his life is absolutely shit.

“Hey, you okay?”

Owen looks up, and notices Y/N walking up to the bench, with a concerned look in her eyes.

“I – I just… I’ve been trying to ask you something, Y/N, for the past month. And every time I try to do it, I’m either interrupted, or I’m not confident enough. And, today, there were no distractions, and I was finally feeling confident and hopeful and then my sister decides to ruin it – is she okay, by the way?”

She nods and sits down beside him. “Yeah, she misplaced her dress for tonight.”

He grits his teeth in annoyance. He loves her, but his sister has the worst timing.

Y/N rests a hand on his, an odd look taking over her features. “You should know by now that the answer will always, and obviously be a yes.”

Owen sharply turns towards her. “What?”

A brilliant smile makes its way onto her face. “You are gonna propose, aren’t you?”

A gasp involuntarily escapes him. “How’d you know?”

“Well, you just said some pretty nice things about me. Also, I can see the outline of the ring box, and you keep checking your pocket for it every two minutes, even if you don’t realize it. You’re literally doing it right now.”

In his defence, he wasn’t, or rather, isn’t consciously doing it. He slowly retracts his hand from his pocket and gives her a sheepish smile.

She stands up. “Really, O, are you gonna do it or not –”

“Yep, yep, yep.” He clears his throat and stands in front of her and drops to a knee. He takes the ring out, and flips open the box, and as the diamond’s reflected light dances across her face, Y/N gasps.

“Oh my god, that’s gorgeous!”

He grins. “I have great taste.”

She smiles teasingly. “I know, baby.”

“Will you ma–”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

“You didn’t even let me finish!”

“Someone would’ve probably interrupted you and I couldn’t take the chance of you losing your shit again.”

“You do have a point.”

“I always do.”

He slides the ring onto her finger, and she kneels in front of him to match their heights. She wraps her arms around his neck, and he wraps his around her waist, both desperate to be closer, closer, closer.

“I love you so much.” He whispers into her hair, and she kisses his shoulder.

“I love you. Forever.”

She untangles herself from him, and as she kisses him, Owen realizes that he had no reason to be worried at all.

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alchemistbee · 4 years

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Back in your Arms

「Five Hargreeves x reader」

Ask: Could you write a Five reader fic where y/n gets kidnapped by the Swedes and Five saves them. Thx

Words: 2556

Warnings: mentions of blood and torture. Kidnapping. Season two spoilers.

A/N: this is the first fic I’ve ever got requested. I hope I did it justice. I hope you enjoy! I know I took long to publish it, I apologize, school is kicking my ass. Sorry for grammatical errors. Enjoy!

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After having attended the horrific light brunch with the Hargreeves family, they were all feeling far more worse than when they had arrived. Five had explained to Sir Hargreaves each of their powers, Vanya had exploded a bowl of fruits, Allison rumored Diego, Diego got a very non-friendly slap of reality, Klaus seemed to have a seizure mid-dinner and Lurther confronted their father by ripping his shirt off in front of everyone.

In your opinion, it could have gone a lot better, but it could have also gone a lot worse.

Unlike the other siblings, Five had stayed behind and you had figured that it would be better to wait for him in the lobby. He was having a conversation with his father, whom he hadn't seen for over fifty years, he bet his ass you were going to wait for him. Especially after the horrible way he had spoken to the rest, you would be there for Five if he needed to. What you didn't know by then was that Five was trying to see if his father could tell him how to go back to 2019, one that didn't evolve making a deal with The Handler. Which, may I add, he hadn’t told anyone about, not even to you.

You waited patiently for Five, your back leaned against the wall while your arms intertwined in front of your chest. You counted the minutes that passed, not that you were in a hurry, but to hopefully make it seem like the time was passing faster. After almost twenty-seven minutes, the elevator emitted that one ‘bing’ it did whenever the doors were about to slide open. As you expected, it was Five, who now had his hands shoved inside his pockets and seemed quite puzzled. You asked him if he was okay, but Five only dismissed your question to tell you to go ahead of him to Elliott’s place. Apparently, there was something he needed to take care of, something he wasn't willing to explain to you just yet.

He knew that if he did tell you, you would either try to stop him or not let him do it on his own. Five didn’t want to drag you into Commission business. He found that not telling you of the plan all together was the easiest way to keep you from being in Commission's eyes, more than currently at least.

You nodded suspiciously towards Five, but did not push the subject any further. Maybe he just needed some time to let everything sink in, and it's not like you nor him considered the walk back to Morty’s dangerous. You could take care of yourself pretty well. You parted ways with Five, and walked back to Morty’s where you saw Elliott himself was just arriving too. He smiled kindly upon seeing you, to which you returned with a smile of your own. You had to be honest, you had grown to like Elliott more than expected. He was like that one cousin in the family, and you enjoyed hearing his rambles about any conspiracy he could think of. He truly was a sweetheart.

You followed Elliott up the stairs to his place, he carried a paper bag in hand, calmly telling you the things he brought back from the supermarket. You listened thoughtfully. Once inside. Elliott flickered the lights on and to both of your surprise, a cat sat in the middle in the kitchen. Elliott looked confused, but figured the cat must have somehow climbed in “Hey buddy, how did you get up here?”

He approached the kitchen casually, where he sat the bag down and looked at the cat as it meowed to him. You couldn’t help to feel your skin crawl. The nagging feeling of people watching you being present “Elliot?-” You turned your head to look behind you, swearing you had seen something lurking in the shadows. You averted your gaze back to him, now watching as he pulled out a tiny can of food for the cat and asked if it was hungry. You walked to the kitchen window, the one that let you view outside in case anyone was suspiciously close to the building. You saw nothing, but that was because you didn't know that they were already inside.

Your head snapped back to Elliot the moment a loud sound came from the living room, there you saw that one of the tall assassins had punched Elliott right on the side of his face. You felt your heart accelerate, and moved quickly to help him until you felt someone pull you up, stopping your tracks to help the man. The other assassin got a hold of you, if it hadn't been for your small body, you could have stopped the leader from hurting Elliott any further.

You saw the man try to scramble from his gun, but the other man was quicker to lift him up by the throat, asking the whereabouts of Diego. Upon receiving no answer, the man punched Elliott twice, this time letting his body fall harshly on the floor while blood dripped down his nose.

“Elliott!” You struggled under the second man’s hold. You couldn't move, you couldn't fight. The siblings were not even back and there was no way for you to contact them when the phone was this far “We don't know where Diego is! Leave him alone! He has nothing to do with this!” you pleaded loudly. The leader only shifted his gaze at you, studying the way your eyes flushed with fear. He was trying to figure out whether you were the one the woman had referred to not killing, you were merely a teen after all. Yet, not killing you didn't mean they could not use you for information.

After that little stare down happened, making you hope that maybe the men would not use Elliot as their little puppet..You were gravely mistaking. The man dragged Elliott through the living room, knocking over a lamp and breaking it before pinning him into the dentist chair violently. He kept asking for Diego, and Elliott is only able to answer with a “I d-dont know” while you keep battling for the second man to let go of you. At this point, you felt the tears welling in your eyes as you noticed him take the forceps, priding Elliott's mouth open and sticking them into his mouth.

“NO!” you cried out “ELLIOTT!”

Elliott’s screams filled the building alongside your pleas and cries, but as much as you told the men that none of you knew where Diego was, that didn't seem to make them stop. Not until Elliott’s body was drained from life entirely, the blood from his body splattered all across the floor and body. You couldn’t help the soft cries leaving your lips, calling his name out ever so softly in hopes of him still being alive but that’s when you felt a sharp pain come from the back of your head. The world turned black and your body fell not too far from Elliott’s chair after the second man got tired of holding you.

The brothers could use you. They could use you to lure Diego, the man they believed responsible for the murder of their younger brother.

The next day, after Diego and Lurther find Elliott’s body, they try to figure out who did this to Elliott. Diego believes it's the feds, but Lurther claims that was no work of feds but of a psychopath. Believing the words written below are a name, they search through the phone book until discovering the phone number linked to whom they believe is responsible for Elliott’s death; They phone the number up.

Five jumped into the building, quickly noticing the blood painted words on the floor, making him hurry up the stairs to meet Elliot’s body. He can feel a lump forming in his throat as he approaches it. There were clear signs of torture, there was something stuck into his left eye. Five couldn’t help to feel guilty. He liked Elliot, he was a good man, he had helped them and welcomed his siblings in without the slightest complaint. He had become one of them, and for that, his life paid the price.

Five followed the voices of Lurther and Diego through the kitchen, taking off his blue and blood dripped jacked as he heard the brothers threaten someone over the phone for killing one of them “Hey! It's Öga för Öga, idiots. Swedish for ‘an for en eye’. It means The swedes killed Elliott '' He didn't want to think how the missions went after his run; It was clear Diego and Lurther shared one brain cell.

“Wrong number, have a lovely day” Diego hanged the call, looking at Five and easily spotting the blood on his clothes “Uh, you got some blood on your clothes”

“A lot actually”, Diego added as Five pushed by them, entered the bathroom and turned the sink handle to let the water flow down. He grabbed a white towel, carefully washing the blood off of him as best as he could “I found a way home”

“What? How?”

“All the details are irrelevant but i made a deal to get back to our timeline”

“What about doomsday? And the 2019 apocalypse”

“won't happen. Everything will be back to normal” Five remarked exasperated “All right? No more questions. We gotta go. We have to find the other and get back in 77 minutes. Luther, you get Allison, Diego go get Klaus, I'll get Vanya, Y/N-“ he stopped his pacing all suddenly, eyes roaming the room and back to his younger siblings “Wait—Where’s Y/N?”

Five’s eyes widened as realization suddenly hit him and his siblings. He saw you last night, you were supposed to be here, why weren’t you here?

“They stayed after the brunch, we thought they were with you…” Diego, Five and Lurther shared a look, all of them now realizing that you had been taken by the men who killed Elliott.

“Dammit!” Five exclaimed angrily. He had just gotten a way back home, and you...You had been taken. How was he supposed to find you in such little time? He didn’t even know where to start.

“Calm down. Okay—We’ll find them—“ Diego started while Five started to pace around, muttering words under his breath “This was so simple. So simple!” He turned his head to look at them “I am going to go find Y/N, and get Vanya. We meet here as planned, this is our only chance to go back” Five raised his finger at them both before started to walk to the stairs, but stopped abruptly when he Diego spoke up once more

“You expect us to not help you—“ before Diego could finish his sentence, Five jumped from the small distance to right in front of his brother, raising his fingers with a threatening look “If you don’t do this, I swear I’ll kill you myself” he said more sternly “there's not enough time for all of us to go in a search, I’ll tell Vanya to meet up here. If i don't make it in time just go back home, I’ll manage a way back”

“How are you planning on finding them?” Was what Diego last said before Five teleported out of the building.

You woke up with a sharp breath. Your head was pounding and when you opened your eyes, you were welcomed with nothing but a blindfold on your eyes. You tried moving your arms. But soon found out they were tied down to your back while your ankles were tied against the legs of a chair “Shit” you muttered hoarsely, your throat was still dry from the crying. What the hell happened? Where were you?—

That’s when it hit you

“HELP! SOMEONE!” You tried to scream as loudly as you could, but considering the silence in wherever you were, you knew no one was coming to your aid. Strangely, the smell was like cat fur, and that was confirmed when you heard the several meows and the cat passing it’s tail over your leg.

How in the world were you going to get out of here now?

Five jumped all over town trying to find any clues, even the smallest, of your whereabouts. Even though he didn’t show it, he was extremely anxious and worried for your self being. He feared what the Swedes could be doing to you, or worst, what they had already done. The images of Elliott kept flashing back to him, and something in his stomach made him believe that if he didn’t hurry up, he would find you the same way.

He didn’t know whether it was luck or simple fate, but as he walked through the town he spotted the familiar milk truck that had followed them around for some instances. It was parked in front of an apartment, a quite small one, and Five knew that you should have been there. He kept looking down at his watch, counting the minutes they had left before having to go back to 2019.

They still had twenty minutes. He still had time, it was enough to save you and go back. At least he hoped so.

He watched The Swedes get in the truck, and without thinking it twice, teleported himself inside the cat filled apartment. His blue eyes roamed the place all over, scanning it for any trace of you until he heard a few knocks coming from a nearby closet. He didn’t waste time on pulling the door open.

Five’s eyes fell on you, and instinctively, you started to try and kick thinking that The Swedes were back again “Y/N!-Its me!-Y/N” he crouched down to your level, scanning your body for any signs of torture or harm. He sighed sharply, relieved to see that The Swedes hasn’t gotten their way with you. Gently, he reached out to pull your blindfold off. It broke him to see you like this.

Your eyes weren’t shining like they used to. They were completely flushed by pain, regret and fear “F-Five” you muttered softly, finding it hard to believe he had actually found you. You felt the ropes become loose on your legs and wrists, and the moment you had the chance, your body fell against Five’s. He held you firmly, worried that maybe you weren’t as okay as he thought you were. He was only relieved to have you back on his arms again, the place where he could make sure of your safety.

“F-Five—Elliott—I couldn’t s-save him” You started, tears stinging your eyes as you remembered what The Swedes did to the man “I c-couldn’t—“your shoulders shook alongside your small sobs.

“I know...It wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have left you” Five said softly, his arms slowly wrapping around you, hoping that would comfort you in the slightest “We have to go...I found a way back, but we need to go now or we’ll be stuck here forever” He pulled you up the ground, his thump caressing your tear stained cheeks while his free hand took a gentle hold of yours.

“You w-what? How?” You blinked twice, sniffing softly “Five, what did you do?”

“I’ll explain on the way...Let’s go home”

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #number five #number five x reader #number five imagine #umbrella academy #tua five #tua fanfic #aidan gallagher #fanfics #my work #tua

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spcncershybrid · 3 years

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Granger Reunion-Fred Weasley Imagine

GIF IS NOT MINE

(Summary: Fred Weasley never thought when he brought his girlfriend to meet his family she would see a familiar face as well.)

Fred Weasley X Reader

Request: Could you do a Fred Weasley after the war where he doesn’t die and falls in love with a muggle who happens to be Hermione’s cousin. And they don’t know until Fred takes her to meet the family.

I personally don't like how this imagine was written but I hope you enjoy it!

“What is on your pretty little mind?” I hear someone ask me. “What?” I ask partially confused. “You’re gazing off to who knows where.” Fred says laughing as he takes a sip of his coffee. “It’s nothing.” I say smiling. “I asked you if you wanted to meet my family. They want me to come for a visit and they want to meet you.” He says smiling softly at me. “I wouldn’t want to intrude Fred you haven’t seen them in maybe three years.” I say tilting my head to the side. “You wouldn’t mum has been dying to meet you!” He exclaimed softly. “Are you sure?” I ask, tilting my head to the side and stare at him. “If I love you so will she. You can finally meet George. Remember my stories back when him and I were in school.” Fred said as he finished his coffee. “Fine I’ll go with you to meet your family.” I laugh as I watch him cheer. “You won’t be the only girl. Ginny is staying there and Ron’s girlfriend Hermione.” He said as he gave me a quick hug. “I’ll go ring them to let them know I’m bringing you alright.” He said as he stepped out of my flat. What in the world would I do without him.

“You seem excited.” Fred said sarcastically as we walked up to his family’s home. “I’m so nervous. What if they don’t like me at all? Then you would be stuck like one of those people who has to choose between their significant other and their family!” I rant as I look at him. “Well you’ll find out right about now.” He said chuckling as he knocked on the door. The door swung open revealing a short red head woman. She immediately hugged Fred before turning to me. “You must be Fred’s girlfriend come on in. Make yourself welcome.” She smiled warmly as she let us in. “Thank you Mrs. Weasley you home is beautiful.” I say smiling back at her. I took off my coat and swung it on my arm. “Oh please call me Molly.” She smiled as she grabbed my coat from my hands and placed it on the rack. “What a shock she loves you already.” He said nudging my shoulder. “I thought I heard the door.” An older man says as he walks into the room. He went over to Fred and hugged him tightly. “Arthur Weasley.” He said holding his hand. “Y/N Granger.” I say shaking his hand. “Another Granger on our hands.” He said laughing as he walked over to the kitchen. “What does he mean by another?” I asked Fred, confused. “Ron’s girlfriend’s last name is Granger.” He said scratching the back of his neck. I hummed in response as I heard a series of feet run down the steps. His sibling piled into the living room. I recognized them all from pictures Fred showed me a while back. “Finally another girl!” Ginny said hugging me. I laughed as I hugged her back. “And she’s a muggle.” Ron said laughing lightly as he waved at me. “A what?” I asked, staring at him as eyebrows furrowed. “You haven’t told her?” George whispered to his twin. “Well it isn’t exactly pillow talk.” Fred whispered back. We all stood in an awkward silence staring at each other. “Kids dinner!” Molly yelled from the kitchen. We all sighed and sat at the dinner table. “So Y/N how did you and Fred meet?” Molly said as she sat down. “We met at a coffee shop in London. I was a worker and he came nearly every night. One day he slipped me his number.” I say laughing slightly as I reminisced on the months of small talk before we started dating. “Ah muggle coffee shops must be amazing.” Ginny said smiling longingly. “You’re a muggle?” Arthur asked as he sat up straight in his seat. “With all due respect, what is a muggle?” I asked looking at him. I laugh slightly. “Fred you didn’t tell her?” Molly said, slapping her son's shoulder lightly.

“Tell me what?” I say laughing lightly as I stare at him.

“This will sound entirely mad, but my family is witches and wizards.” He said as he looked around.

“That’s what they were called!” I exclaim as I facepalm myself.

“I thought you guys had some secret language.” I say laughing.

“Come again?” Fred said as he looked at me in confusion.

“My aunt and uncle had a daughter, I wasn’t really close to her seeing as I’m older than her. Whenever they came over they would show us pictures and letters of her at school. It was super cool.” I say placing my fork down.

“We lost touch after a while though.” I say shrugging.

“What do your parents do for a living?” Ron asked.

“Their pediatricians.” I answer looking at him confused.

“And you aunt and uncle?” Ron asked again.

“Their dentists.” I say.

“Blimey you’re my girlfriend's cousin.” Ron said as he laughed loudly.

“You’re Hermione’s boyfriend.” I say looking at him in shock.

“Sorry we're late everyone.” A girl's voice rang as she entered the home.

A few moments later they enter the room.

“Hermione?” I say looking at her.

“Y/N oh gosh it’s been ages! What are you doing here!” She said confused as I got up to hug her.

“I’m here with Fred.” I say pointing at him before sitting back down.

“This is who you were talking about so proudly.” Hermione said as she sat down at the table with Harry.

“What a small world.” Fred’s said leaning back into his seat.

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queenofwerewolves · 3 years

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I used to think I had a good life...

I lived in a good home, I ate good food, I had a warm bed and shower, a loving family..

They always protected and helped me in my struggles... But I grew older..

I start to think and question.. I start to wonder "why are certain things like that?" Or "what am I doing?" . I start to explore new interests and hobbies, I find new music, I find new shows

I changed.

With the change, came the jokes, the laughter, the banters. "You like japanese music? That"s so weird." "The chinese songs you listen to are stupid" "you should find a show more suitable for a lady like you" "it isnt lady-like to watch cartoons. You need to grow up"

They keep coming, I laugh or shrug it off. My sister joins in. She knows Im an accident.

"Why do you care, you werent supposed to be born anyways"

"Big talk for someone who's an accident"

"The only good thing about you is that you're good at the kitchen for a mistake"

It starts to.. Hurt..?

But their family, they wouldnt hurt me like that... Right..?

Until I explore the internet.. I discover more about what families are supposed to do to their children.. And what my family had in common...

So you're saying.. My father belittling me for my weight isnt normal..?

My mother calling me a dyke because of my clothes isnt normal..?

My sister rubbing the fact she was planned and I wasnt, isnt a joke but instead mentally abusive..?

I start to question, I fight for a change. But nonetheless all my efforts are in vain..

I love my family, and they love me too... But am I the bad daughter for asking for a change?

Stop telling me about my weight, Im not ugly because Im fat. "No man is gonna date you for looking like that"

Stop judging my songs, I listen to what I want. "You need to be more girly and listen to more pop songs"

Stop choosing my wardrobe, Im not your little doll. "You're the daughter of a lawyer and a dentist, you need to look like you're worth something"

Stop judging my shows, I like to watch cartoons. "You're such a child you refuse to grow up, acting like a spoiled brat"

"You're an embarrassment."

"You have a reputation to look as and you're blowing it"

"You look like a street rat"

"Your sister is better then you and she's younger"

"You look so damn fat it's a shame to look at"

"Why cant you be like your cousins?"

"Why must you be like this?"

"Did we raise you wrong?"

"Why arent you like other girls?"

Stop! Stop!! STOP!!!

I wont listen anymore, I now know the truth. I am my own person and I wont take it anymore!

You judge every aspect every corner and every decision I make. If you truly loved you wouldnt joke or hurt me this way.

I just want to make you proud and happy of me, but how can I do that if you never take me seriously?

I know you love me, and I love you too..

But am I really a bad daughter, or just ungrateful to you..?

Is it bad I want freedom and for you change your ways, is it bad that I simply dont obey society's ways?

Am I the bad daughter, who's ungrateful and spoiled..

Or am I a girl who simply wants to be happy...?

#this was a vent for myself #please dont read too much into it #today was a hard day

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whenihaveyouromione · 3 years

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When I Have You - Chapter 16

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Chapter 16

It turned out that Percy had failed to inform his parents that the woman he was bringing to the Burrow had only just found out that magic, wizards and a whole lot of other things were real. They arrived later than everyone else, Percy looking very flustered and red-faced and panting breathlessly. They came through the front door, rather than the fireplace — apparently they’d walked all the way from the village.

“Everyone,” he said, pausing another moment to catch his breath. “I want you to meet… Audrey. My, er, girlfriend.”

Ron’s first thought about Audrey was that Ginny had been absolutely right. She was a female, Muggle version of his brother. She wore a pin-striped skirt, a white blouse, and her dark brown hair was drawn into a tight bun with not a strand out of place. On her face was a pair of plain, rectangle glasses. The only real difference was their height. She was almost a whole foot shorter than Percy.

“Hi, dear,” Molly said, coming over to hug Audrey. “It’s lovely to meet you at last. Percy really hasn’t said much about you.” She looked Audrey up and down, keeping a pleasant smile on her face. “Where is it you work, dear? What department?”

Percy turned a very deep shade of red, and before Audrey could answer what seemed like an innocent question, he guided Audrey to an empty chair at the magically extended table. The poor girl was looking rather bewildered, her eyes darting around and taking in all of the odd things going on around her. They eventually settled on the dishes in the sink cleaning themselves and her lip trembled slightly, though she did well to contain her shock and set her eyes to look impressed by the action.

Ron looked at Harry, and they grinned at one another. This was going to be an interesting evening if she thought that was the highlight.

Eyeing Audrey suspiciously, Molly took her own place at the table and took out her wand. With a wave, all the food zoomed over from the benches and landed in the centre. Audrey, Ron thought, handled that part very well. She only jumped a little.

“This… this looks lovely, Mrs Weasley,” she said. “And thank you for having me over to your… lovely home.” She forced a smile and looked up at Molly.

“It’s no problem, dear,” Molly said, still not looking overly convinced. Her eyes flickered to Percy, who was pointedly helping himself to some mashed potato and not looking at his mother. “So, Audrey, where did you say you worked again?”

It seemed that Percy might have coached Audrey fairly well leading up to this meeting, because rather than answering, she looked at Percy as if waiting for him to answer for her.

Unable to pretend he couldn’t hear anymore, Percy set down the spoon with the potato on it and looked up at everyone. All eyes were on him and his girlfriend, causing him to blush horribly. He cleared his throat. “Um, well, you see…” He coughed again. “Audrey, she’s… she’s an accountant.”

“An accountant?” Molly asked, her eyes widening. “Really? You mean for —”

“No, Mum,” Percy mumbled, turning his gaze to Audrey and offering half a smile. “She’s… Audrey is a… she doesn’t have magic. Nor does anyone in her family. She’s a —”

“I believe he used the word ‘Muggle,’” Audrey said.

A gasp, followed by Arthur knocking over his drink, was the only sound that followed.

“No!” Arthur exclaimed, and all eyes turned to him. His smile was so wide it reached his ears. “A Muggle? In my house? Oh, what a day!”

Ron snorted into his drink. Bill also smiled.

“Told you,” Percy muttered to Audrey, his own mouth quivering.

Molly, however, stared at Percy in complete disbelief. For a moment, it looked as if she was going to protest such a revelation, and Ron found himself holding his breath in anticipation. But then, like everyone else sitting around the table, she smiled. In fact, she beamed. "Oh, that explains so much!" she cried cheerfully. "Please, help yourself to anything you want, dear."

"Th-thank you," Audrey said, glancing nervously to Percy, who nodded encouragingly.

Ron was very impressed, he had to admit. Despite looking nervous, she didn’t seem terrified — not even when an owl zoomed through the open window carrying the evening edition of the Daily Prophet.

Percy must have thoroughly educated her if that didn't scare her.

"So, tell me, then," Molly said once they'd all piled their plates with food, "how on Earth did the two of you meet?" She looked eagerly between the couple, smiling.

"By chance," Percy said. "We bumped into each other, quite literally. Audrey was delivering a message — to the Ministry, actually, though she didn't know it — and I happened to be waiting to meet someone else by the visitor's entrance. Neither of us were looking and —"

"Fascinating!" Arthur said, staring fondly at Audrey. "Tell me, in your job, do you use one of those com… com-pee-tah things?"

Audrey looked questioningly at Percy, who shrugged.

"I think he means computer," Harry said.

"Oh… oh, yes I do," Audrey said, though her eyes didn't leave Harry's. "You, er, know how to use one?"

Harry shook his head. "No, was never allowed. My cousin, however…"

Audrey's eyes widened. "Your cousin wasn't… wasn't magical?"

"Not in the slightest," Harry said, grinning. "If you knew him you'd understand."

"So, there are other people then," Audrey said, "who are like me, who know —"

"Heaps," Ron said. "We call them Muggleborns, if they're born to non-magic parents. So their parents have to know, right? Then obviously people marry into…" Percy went so red he matched the tomatoes in front of him. "Well, obviously they know," Ron said quickly.

"Oh… I didn’t know that," Audrey said. "I thought —"

"We do have laws, dear," Molly said. "About revealing ourselves, but I trust Percy has looked into the logistics of that?"

Percy nodded.

"They are laws under a pretence of being strict," Ron said, "but really… they are laxed whenever someone sees fit, such as a marriage, you know... Harry, here, grew up not knowing magic." He jabbed a thumb in Harry's direction. “And my girlfriend, Hermione — she isn’t here tonight — she's a Muggleborn, I mentioned them before. Her parents don't have magic. I’ll introduce the two of you when she’s done with school. She knows heaps about the Muggle — er, your — world. Will probably make you feel more comfortable."

"But she is… has… magic?" Audrey asked.

"Well, yeah, but she still knows heaps of stuff to talk to you about. Like those television things and telephones and money…"

Harry looked at Ron, appearing mildly impressed that he'd managed to pronounce the words correctly. "She's been teaching me," he murmured. Harry grinned.

"I must say, dear, you seem to be handling this very well," Molly said, sounding impressed. "No one would blame you if you felt completely overwhelmed."

"No, no, Percy has been gradually educating me on everything," Audrey said. "Things like how you got dinner to fly onto the table, the owl coming in… I've seen that before."

"Oh, lovely!" Molly said.

"But you'll have to teach me the way you use post!" Arthur said. "I'd love to learn the logistics of your postal system. It's always fascinated me!"

"Has he shown you Apparating yet?" Bill asked.

Audrey turned to him. "Appa-what?"

"It's where we can vanish into thin air and appear miles away a second later."

Audrey's eyes widened.

"Not yet!" Percy hissed, glaring at Bill.

Bill gave a big, toothy grin.

Audrey looked around at everyone at the table, eyes wide. “You can… just vanish into thin air? Just like that?” She turned to Percy. “You can… do that?”

“Well, it takes some training, and is actually very difficult,” Bill confessed, still smiling (he looked delightfully happy, Ron realised), “but everyone sitting at this table is capable of doing it.”

At those words, Audrey looked rather impressed, and Ron made a mental note to tell Ginny that she was exactly like Percy. She had suddenly found herself in a family, who to her, were good at achieving difficult things.

“Harry and I just got our licenses!” Ron told her. “You need a license to do it. Bit like driving a car, I s’pose.”

Everyone looked at Ron, surprise on their faces.

He shrugged. “What? I’ve been spending a lot of time with Hermione and her parents. I’ve learnt some things.”

“Fascinating, fascinating,” Arthur said, grinning. “Ron, you really must invite the Grangers over here at some point too. I’d love to pick their brains on their teeth jobs. It’s all highly fascinating.”

Audrey frowned, turning to Harry, who had helped her on Arthur’s last attempt to talk to her.

“He, um, means dentists,” Harry said quietly.

“Oh.”

“Yes, dentists. Such fascinating things Muggles do. I mean, for us, it’s just a simple spell. A Healer can mend teeth with a wave of their wand…”

Audrey looked at Harry again. “Wizarding doctor,” he muttered.

And rather than looking overwhelmed like Ron might have expected, this new information seemed to please Audrey. “Oh, I’m learning so much. It’s all so interesting. I can’t believe I never knew. There were stories, books, but I never thought…”

“Well,” Molly said with a gentle smile, “the stories have to come from somewhere, don’t they?”

“I suppose they do,” Audrey said thoughtfully. She looked around at them all again. “So, what do you all do for jobs? I know Percy works for some kind of transportation… magical transportation… but what about everyone else?” She stared at them eagerly.

“Well, Fleur and I here, we both work for Gringotts,” Bill said, indicating his wife beside him who had not spoken a single word. In fact, it was the first time Ron had looked at her, and he noticed she hadn’t really touched her food. He wouldn’t have put it past her to be displeased with sharing a table with a Muggle.

“That’s the wizarding bank,” Bill added hastily, though this didn’t seem like new information to Audrey. “I am a curse-breaker, specialising in Egyptian curses, though I’ve since moved back to England and work locally now.”

“Charlie works with dragons,” Molly said cheerfully.

“Dragons?” Audrey said.

“I suppose Percy never mentioned that, did he?” Bill chuckled, nudging Percy.

“N-no, he didn’t.”

Percy flushed.

“And Ron and Harry are training to be Aurors,” Molly continued, beaming. “They’re law enforcers, but the most elite kind. They’re doing such a wonderful job.”

Ron stared down at his food, but he did catch the impressed look Audrey gave him and Harry.

“George owns a joke shop with…”

The whole room fell silent at Bill’s unspoken word. They now all glanced down at their meals.

“Fred,” Audrey said softly. “Percy told me. I’m really sorry.”

After a moment, Molly said in a strained voice, “Well, he owned one. He’s been refusing to open it since… well since we lost Fred.”

An uncomfortable silence fell over the room and they all ate without speaking for some time. It was Audrey who broke it once more.

“And, you have a sister, don’t you? Ginny. Where is she?”

“School,” Percy muttered.

“But she could probably do whatever she wanted when she’s done,” Bill said. “She’s the smartest out of the lot of us.” He lowered his voice in a mock whisper. “She’s going out with Harry.”

Harry went rather red at that.

“And your girlfriend?” Audrey asked, turning to Ron. “She’s at school, too?”

“Yeah,” Ron said. “Yeah, and she’ll do whatever she wants too. She’s smarter than everyone.”

When no one contradicted the statement (Harry and Bill even nodding in agreement), Audrey seemed to determine that it wasn’t the words of some smitten boyfriend, and smiled, nodding. She looked thoroughly satisfied with how successful everyone seemed to be.

“Anyway,” Bill said, breaking another silence. “We asked Mum to have you all over for dinner — would have appreciated George and Charlie to come, but alas — because Fleur and I have some news.”

At this, Molly grinned, and Ron supposed that they weren’t announcing a divorce of any kind (Ginny would be so disappointed).

Making sure everyone was watching him now, Bill turned to Fleur and smiled. She returned it, though now that Ron was really looking at her, she didn’t look all that great.

“We’re having a baby!” Bill exclaimed. “A girl!”

Ron’s mouth fell open, but as he turned to catch Harry’s eye, he noticed that his friend did not look as surprised as Ron felt. In fact, as he took in each member of his family, it seemed that he was the only one to have not anticipated that this would be the news Bill and Fleur had so desperately wanted to share.

Molly clapped her hands in delight, hugging Fleur — who looked as if she wanted to throw up — and then Bill. “Oh, it’s so good to be able to finally share the news!” she cried. “Oh, I’m so thrilled for both of you!”

There was an all around congratulations for Bill and Fleur after that, Molly wiping away tears and repeating over and over how excited she was to have her first grandchild on the way soon. When it got to Ron’s turn, all he could think of to say was, “When?”

“Late April,” Bill said, beaming.

“Well, congratulations!” Ron then said, and he gave his brother a hug. “That’s great news!”

“Thank you. And I’m sure our little girl will love her Uncle Ron. You’ll make her laugh.”

Uncle. That was a word Ron had never really thought he’d hear. Not for him, though he supposed that was rather stupid of him to not consider it. Bill was married, Percy and Ginny were in relationships. He supposed it was bound to happen, and this baby wouldn’t be the only one.

The word was still playing over and over in his mind when Harry joined him some time later in the Burrow’s living room, collapsing onto the sofa, next to Ron. The smell of cooked food made Fleur too unwell to hang around much longer, so they’d left shortly after dinner. Percy had insisted on walking Audrey back to the village, where they were to stay the night before heading back to London the next day (apparently Percy didn’t wish to expose her to any form of transportation just yet — he’d even ridden the Muggle bus with her).

So it was just Ron, Harry, and his parents, who were talking amicably about the prospect of their future grandchild by the fireplace.

“Good news about Bill, eh?” Harry said.

“Yeah,” Ron said. “It is. I didn’t even think… it never occurred to me that that might happen, you know? Stupid, isn’t it?”

Harry smiled. “It got me thinking, though. About it all.”

Ron rounded on Harry so quickly that Harry sprung back against the sofa. “That’s my sister you’re talking about! She’s only just turned seventeen!”

“What? Oh, no, not that!” Harry said, and Ron felt himself relax.

Harry laughed. “Merlin, no. No… I was thinking about Teddy.”

“Oh, right. What about him?” Ron had not heard Harry mention Teddy once since the end of the war. If Ron was being honest, he’d forgotten all about Remus making him godfather to his son. So many other things had happened since May that it had not been at the forefront of his thoughts.

“Well, I think it might be time I try and make contact, you know?” Harry said. “I’ve been avoiding it, despite a few letters from Andromeda. I just didn’t think Teddy needed someone like me in his life, not while I was still trying to sort through everything after the war. But I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I think I should at least try to bond with him. It’s what they wanted, right?”

“Yeah…” Ron said. “Yeah, I guess.” He looked at Harry. “So, you want to spend time with Teddy?”

Harry nodded. “Maybe I’ll offer some babysitting on weekends or something to begin with? A few hours, and we’ll go from there. But now that we know Bill and Fleur are having a baby, well maybe it’s the best time to do it. Teddy can have a friend growing up. Someone similar in age.”

“I guess,” Ron said, picturing Harry walking around with a baby. It was a very disconcerting thought. “You plan on bringing him to our place?”

“Would that be a problem?” Harry asked, suddenly seeming to notice Ron’s hesitation.

“No, it’s your choice,” Ron assured him. “I’m just wondering if either of us know how to look after a baby.” He laughed. “Wouldn’t have a clue what to feed him.”

“Yeah… well… we can learn, can’t we?”

“Hermione and Ginny would know what to do, wouldn’t they?” Ron asked. “God, I miss them.”

“Would they?” Harry said. “I mean, Ginny’s the youngest, and Hermione has no siblings. I’m sure I’ll work it out, mate. It’ll be good practice.”

“Practice?” Ron asked, thinking he knew where Harry was leading to. “You mean… for us?”

“Yeah…” Harry said. “Not that I mean anytime soon, obviously, but —” he eyed Ron warily, “— one day.”

“Yeah,” Ron said. “One day.” His mind suddenly flashed to a few years ahead. It was a thought that had not really occurred to him until Harry had just mentioned it — the future. He’d been so focused on getting through the next few months, recovering from everything, that he’d not thought much further than the end of the next school year. But what was in store for him after that? For him and Hermione?

Would they get married? Would they have children? He’d like that, he supposed, but it was not a prominent thought in his mind. Not yet. They’d spent more months apart than they had together. If they ever lasted that long together (and Ron hoped that they would), then he knew that that part of their lives was way off, down the track somewhere. Many, many years away.

But now that the seed had been planted, he quite fancied the idea of being in Bill’s shoes one day, so to speak. He supposed in the meantime, he really could just enjoy being an uncle to Bill’s child, and whoever else decided to have children after that, as well.

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hehron · 4 years

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The Mischief Managing Begins

There once was a gang of close-knit mischief-makers, some of whom grew to become the greatest defenders of the Light. A series of related one-shots involving the Marauders and their friends. Let the mischief managing begin!

1. The First Train Ride

"Mum, stop!" James whined as Euphemia once again tried to flatten his hair.

"James! Hold still. You don't want to go to school looking so untidy and on your first day no less! Minerva would never let me hear the end of it," she huffed, reaching for his hair.

James ducked and ran ahead to join his father, who was talking to Mr Mckinnon.

"-a mess, really." Mr Mckinnon said, looking frazzled.

"Ah! James, excited for Hogwarts?" He asked upon seeing him.

"Yes!" He said, pumping his fist in the air.

"I'm going to be in Gryffindor, of course, just like Dad but Mum said I shouldn't be so sure because I could go to Hufflepuff. Can you believe it?" James asked affronted.

Mr Mckinnon chuckled, and his father ruffled his hair, earning him a scolding from his mother who had joined them.

"Really, Monty, don't mess it up even more."

"Let it go, Mia. He looks so handsome. I still remember when you ran around in diapers," Mrs Mckinnon said, to James's intense embarrassment.

"Where's Marly?" He asked quickly before his parents could embarrass him further.

"With Anne and Linda." Mrs Mckinnon sighed. "I tried to get her to talk to kids her own age, but she tags behind those two all day long. I'm so worried-"

James didn't wait to hear the rest as he spotted his friend talking to her cousins.

"Hey, Marly!" He called, bounding over.

"Jamie-Poo!" She grinned.

"You can't call me that anymore!" James shouted, frantically looking around to see if anyone had heard.

"I'll stop when you stop calling me Marly," she said, crossing her arms.

"We're getting on the train. See you later, Lanie." Anne called, and she and Linda left to find their friends.

"I'm coming too." Marlene quickly said, starting to follow them.

James grabbed her arm. "Wait! You have to stay here. Mum and Dad will kill me with their coddling otherwise." He pleaded.

"Fine." She agreed hesitantly, still glancing back to where the two girls had been.

"There you are! James, I told you not to run off. This place is so crowded. You could get lost! What if you had to go to Hogwarts without your trunk? Would you be okay running around your new school naked?" She demanded.

"Mu-um." He moaned.

Monty rolled his eyes at their antics.

"I'm sure it won't come to that, but your mother is right about forgetting your trunk. Best get it on the train now." He said as he levitated both his and Marlene's luggage into the nearest compartment.

"It's almost eleven. Where is she?" Euphemia sighed fretfully.

"Allison busy with her classes?" Mrs Mckinnon enquired.

"Yes, the poor thing's run dry. Stayed up all night to finish a report on something called 'amalgams'" Monty said.

"What are those?" Mr Mckinnon asked, confused.

"Something to do with teeth. Lis is fascinated with them nowadays. Says she's going to be a healer for teeth."

"They're called dentists, Dad." A voice said behind them.

"There you are! I thought you weren't going to make it." Euphemia said.

"And miss this little squirt going off to school? I'm not going to get to see him again until Christmas!" Allison cried, hugging James.

"You weren't even home last Christmas." James accused, squirming.

"Oh shush, Jamie-Poo." She said, pecking him on the cheek as Marlene burst into giggles.

"Doing good, Lene?" She asked the younger girl.

"Yeah, Anne and Linda taught me to do the Jelly-jinx! They said they would introduce me to all their friends. We're going to have so much fun!" She said excitedly.

"That sounds great, but you should try being friends with children your own age," Allison said gently.

"I tried talking to a girl, but she gave me the evil eye and started arguing with her sister." Marlene pouted.

"I'm sure it wasn't anything personal. Don't hold it against her when you get there."

"What were they fighting about?" James asked curiously.

"I don't know. Mum and Dad dragged us over here before I could eavesdrop." She said loudly, gaining the attention of their parents.

"We saw the Blacks. Had to escape before they invited us to another pureblood event," said Mr Mckinnon.

"I don't understand why you have to go to those, even if they invited you," Euphemia said, peeved.

"Someone needs to be there on the inside. The Prewetts are no longer welcome since their daughter ran off with that Weasley boy, and they refused to disown her." He explained. "If we don't take a stand, who knows what new policies they'll start pushing for! It's bad enough that we have to fight against the Muggleborn Hunting Bill, we don't need a Half-Blood Exclusion Bill on our hands as well."

Euphemia sighed. "Yes, that is true. Augusta mentioned that Frank's department is facing a lot of backlash for speaking against it."

"Isn't their son Hogwarts age?" Mrs Mckinnon mused.

"Yes, little Frank's in his third year. On that note, Augusta must be here. We must find her once the train departs. I haven't seen her in ages!" Euphemia said to Mrs Mckinnon, who readily agreed.

As if on cue, the train started whistling, and the parents fussed over their kids once more.

"James, be good," Monty said, hugging him tightly.

"Listen to Minerva and for Merlin's sake, don't call her Minnie," Euphemia said, laughing through her tears.

"But she'll always be Auntie Minnie to me!" James grinned as he got on the train.

"And don't try to fool her with the cloak. She knows about it." She continued, ignoring him.

"What cloak?" Marlene asked.

"I'll tell you later." He whispered.

"Bye, kids!" Mr Mckinnon called.

"Have fun!" Allison smiled.

"Write lots of letters." Euphemia reminded.

"Make new friends, okay?" Mrs Mckinnon said with a pointed look at her daughter, who gave her an exasperated look.

"Look out for each other!" Monty called as the train started moving.

"We will. Bye!" James shouted.

"See you at Christmas! Tell Tony I'll send him a quaffle!" Marlene laughed.

They both roared at the top of their lungs in excitement until the station disappeared from sight.

"We're going! Marly, we're finally going!" James said, jumping up and down.

"I know! I know! I'm so excited!" She squealed. "Bet I'll get a detention before you do."

"Ha! Right. I'll get detention even before sorting." He challenged.

"I believe you." She grinned.

"Let's find a compartment," James said, moving forward. "Should we sit with your brothers?"

"No way!" Marlene wrinkled her nose. "Robert will make us listen to his Head Boy speech, and Charles will be hanging out with his girlfriend and Gideon and Fabian."

They should have gotten a compartment beforehand as all of them were already full by the time they wandered in. The older students were chatting excitedly with their friends, and James wondered if he'd be the same the following year. As they made their way through the crowd, they bumped into Anne and Linda, and James knew what was going to happen next.

"Find us a seat, will you, Jamie? I'll be right there." Marlene said sweetly, and James glared at her as she joined them.

"Fine, leave me! I'm going to get detention. And you're not invited." He called back childishly and, ignoring the weird looks he was receiving, walked with purpose towards the next carriage. Now that he had made such a dramatic declaration, Marlene would never let him live it down if he didn't go through with it. How on earth was he going to get detention? A sudden idea struck him as he remembered Minnie complaining about a student stealing someone's prefect badge and parading around, scaring the first years. It was a long shot as only fifth years could be prefects, but James was tall for his age, and he could probably make it work. James put on his sweetest smile and asked a boy standing nearby.

"Excuse me, but could you tell me where the prefect carriage is? My brother said he'd be meeting me here, but I think he forgot."

"Don't worry kid. It's just two carriages over."

James felt a sort of giddy excitement. It was finally time to put his new invisibility cloak to use! Stashing his trunk into a nearby corner, he slipped into the compartment, under the cloak. He saw Robert giving his big speech, which he had forced upon them the previous week, with the Head Girl interjecting in between, much to his annoyance. James sniggered and considered stealing his badge but decided against it as Rob would likely be guarding it with his life. He saw a blonde girl absently staring at the aristocratic-looking boy next to her and grinned. This would be too easy. He crept towards her and was almost there when he came to an abrupt halt. Someone was hiding underneath her seat and stuffing what seemed to be garbage into her bag. James ducked down and saw another boy, who appeared to be around his age. The boy was sporting a huge grin as he put a dead mouse, this time, in her seat. Unable to stop himself, he peeked out of the cloak and whispered.

Sirius froze mid-motion as he heard it. Heart pounding frantically, he twisted around to see a grinning floating head and wondered if this was what Kreacher meant when he told him to bring back an elf head.

"Put it between her feet."

Sirius knew it was childish and beyond foolish to pull a prank on Cissy. But he was already in a mood because his parents hadn't deemed him worthy enough to grace him with their presence at the station. He had flooed over with Cissy and her parents, after saying goodbye to his brother. He should have been thrilled to go to Hogwarts, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was abandoning Reg with their parents and whatever excitement had lingered had been squashed when his uncle and aunt had lectured him on behaving like a proper pureblood Slytherin. It might not have been so bad had his parents not given him the same speech every day for the past two months. Any freedom he might have dreamed of was quickly taken away by Narcissa and her boyfriend, both of whom watched him like hawks and assured him that this treatment would continue for the rest of the year. Merlin forbid the name of the Blacks be tarnished! Of course, the incest, disowning and the decapitated elf heads only enhanced the name and its honour!

Speaking of elf heads, Sirius was still staring at the floating head in front of him, wondering for a brief moment if he was a ghost. He had heard several rumours about the Nearly Headless Gryffindor ghost.

Before Sirius could respond, there was a loud shriek as Cissy jumped off the seat towards Lucius, who equally quickly pushed her away, hissing about pureblood decorum. This was it. Someone was going to look underneath the seat, and he'd be in so much trouble. Just as the Head Boy crouched low, Sirius felt something being thrown over his head and a hand yank him upwards. He looked around at the floating head, now attached to a non-floating body and spluttered.

"You're not a ghost."

The other boy clamped a hand to his mouth as Lucius demanded. "Who's there?"

Sirius grabbed the other boy and made a mad dash towards the next compartment. Once far away enough, Sirius threw off the invisibility cloak, for that was what it was, and started laughing hysterically. He soon realised that the messy-haired boy had joined him and had tears running down his face.

"That was awesome!" He wheezed between laughs. "I'm James Potter, by the way." He said, holding out his hand.

Potter. His parents had labelled them as blood traitors and had forbidden him from associating with them.

"Sirius. Want to sit together?" He asked, shaking his hand.

"Sure thing. Let me get my trunk."

Sirius had already found a compartment, it seemed, but when they made their way over, they found that it was occupied by two others. The redhead had her head turned towards the window, and a slimy haired boy was attempting to talk to her. James paid them a passing glance before turning to his new friend.

Sirius grinned. "She's my cousin actually, but she's a right nightmare. I couldn't resist it, not that I tried that hard." He finished in a conspiratorial whisper.

James laughed. "Can I help you with it next time?"

"Sure," Sirius said uneasily with a bland smile, which seemed strangely out of place on his face.

"That was so cool. Pranking a prefect like that, and on your first day!" James said excitedly.

James was about to ask him if he wanted to search for the trolley lady when he saw Marlene outside the compartment, looking at them curiously. He winced as he realised that he had forgotten to save her a seat and gave her an apologetic look. He saw her shrug and turn to a mousy looking boy before dragging him off with her.

James turned back to look at Sirius who seemed to be lost in thought.

"Do you play Quidditch?"

Sirius jerked his head up as if he had forgotten where he was.

"What?"

"Quidditch. Do you play?"

"Of course!" He exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "My brother and I have a match every week to see who can find the snitch first."

"Me too! My parents arrange a mini Quidditch tournament every year! My best friend, Marly, and I are chasers, which is really the best position there is." James boasted.

"No way! Seekers are the best though I personally prefer being a beater." Sirius said.

"They're okay. Will you come to the tournament next summer? My team doesn't have a good beater. I have to beg my sister to stand in sometimes, and she's terrified of moving more than a few feet off the ground." James sighed dramatically.

Sirius looked taken aback by the invitation but smiled. Before he could respond, James's attention turned to the duo beside him. The slimy haired boy was saying to the girl.

"We should be in Slytherin together."

"Slytherin?" James sneered. He had heard enough about them to know about their prejudiced beliefs. "That's the worst house there is."

"My family is filled with Slytherins," Sirius said, causing James to gape at him.

"But you didn't seem like them! You were pranking! Anyone who supports pranking has to be an okay person." He said fervently.

Sirius laughed. "I don't want to be like them. Maybe I'll end up in another house. Which one do you want to get into?"

"Gryffindor, of course, where reside the bravest of the brave!" He said, mimicking holding a sword.

"Gryffindor's filled with idiots." The slimy haired boy scoffed. "Slytherin's got talent."

"Ironic that you want to go there since you seem incapable of even washing your hair," Sirius said snidely, and they both burst into laughter.

The redhead scowled at them. "Don't mind them, Severus."

"Severus? What kind of a name is that?" James taunted, feeling an immediate dislike to the boy.

"More like Snivellus." Sirius snickered.

"Yeah, slimy Snivellus snivelling in Slytherin-" James began but was interrupted by the girl.

"Let's go. We'll find someone better to sit with." She said icily.

"Looks like Red's got a temper." Sirius teased.

"Good luck with that!" James yelled at the same time.

How rude, Lily thought as she and Severus made their way towards the front of the train.

"Arrogant gits." Severus hissed, and Lily swerved around to face him.

"They are, but you could have ignored them."

"It doesn't matter." She was already mad at him about the fight with Tuney, though she knew deep down that she was partially to blame. She shouldn't have read the Headmaster's letter to her sister, but Severus had been the one to convince her to do it.

"What's so great about Slytherin anyway?" She demanded.

"What's so great about Slytherin?" A voice said behind them. Lily turned around to see an older boy with long blonde hair, looking down at her with deep distaste.

"But-" He gaped. "They were making fun of Slytherin. I-"

"She didn't mean it," Severus said quickly, and before she could protest, he had introduced them.

"Evans? Must be a mudblood." He sneered. Lily frowned. The word was obviously an insult, but she had no idea what it meant. Apparently, her friend did because he gave her a hesitant look.

"Listen here, mudblood. You don't belong here. Why don't you run back to your pathetic muggle world?"

Now, everything made sense to Lily. She gave Severus a betrayed look. He had promised her that she wouldn't be less than anyone because of her normal heritage. Suddenly, all her fears of not belonging crashed down, and she felt like she would cry.

"Any problems here?" A deep voice said as Lily viciously blinked back tears.

Another boy, closer to the blonde boy's age, had joined them. Like the first boy, he also had a gleaming prefect badge but was wearing robes of red and gold.

"None of your business, Shacklebolt." The blonde sneered.

"It is if you are terrorising first years, Malfoy."

Malfoy gave them a disgusted look before walking away.

"Are you alright?" The other boy asked. Lily nodded.

"I'm Kingsley. What's your name?"

"Lily Evans." She said, a bit shyly.

"Don't you have a compartment? You could sit with my friends and me if you like." He offered.

"Thank you." She said, relieved. Kingsley had a voice that somehow made her feel calm and safe.

She turned to call Severus, but he was staring after Malfoy. She felt a spike of irritation flare up. She had defended him when those boys had taunted him, but he couldn't be bothered to do the same.

"I'm going to sit with Kingsley." She stated.

"But Lily, he's a Gryffindor." He whispered.

"So? I'd much rather be a Gryffindor than a Slytherin. You can go after him if you like, but I'm not coming with you."

Severus looked conflicted, before relenting.

"No, no. I want to sit with you." He said and followed her into Kingley's compartment.

Marlene had left to look for James once Anne and Linda had started talking about a curriculum that she could barely understand. She felt a pang of sadness as she realised that they'd probably be in different houses. She never was one for learning, so she doubted that she would be in Ravenclaw with them. She hoped that at least she and James would be in the same house. She was so lost in thought that she bumped into someone, causing them to topple over.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going." She said in a breadth as she helped the boy up.

"It's okay." he squeaked.

"I'm Marlene Mckinnon. What's your name?" She smiled.

"Peter Pettigrew."

"You can sit with me. I think my friend, James, would have found a compartment by now." She said and bounded down the aisle. "Come on."

He hurried to keep up with her as she peeked into every compartment to see if he was there. Where was he? Was he still trying to get detention? Maybe she should have gone with him. She came to an abrupt half as she saw him laughing with someone else, his compartment already full. He caught her eye, and she could see it in his eyes that he had forgotten about her. Typical James. He really could forget everything when he got excited. She shrugged, trying to push away any embarrassment and told Peter to keep walking.

"How much longer do you think we need to look?" Peter asked, struggling to carry his trunk.

"Hello, Peter. Don't you have anywhere to sit?" She asked, and he shook his head no.

"I don't know." She said, looking back. "Seems all of th-"

"Mckinnon." Marlene turned and found herself face to face with Narcissa Black.

"Black." She said, biting the inside of her mouth to keep from laughing. The last time she had seen her, she had been covered head to toe in pumpkin juice.

"You shouldn't be running about the train." She said stiffly.

"I'm not. We're looking for a compartment."

"I find it hard to believe that you still haven't found-"

"There she is! Hey, I've been looking everywhere for you! Where's our compartment?" Marlene called out to a girl nearby, who turned to her in surprise. She took one look at Narcissa and understanding dawned on her face.

"It's right here. I've been waiting for you." She said smoothly. "Can I help you, Black?"

"No. Just make sure your friend isn't loose around the place." She sneered.

"Who'll make sure you're not loose around the place," Marlene muttered, and Peter sniggered beside her.

"Thanks a lot for that." Marlene grinned once she was out of earshot.

"No problem. I'm Dorcas Meadows." The other girl smiled.

"Marlene. That's Peter."

"If you guys really need a compartment, you could share with Mary and me."

"Thank you so much! You're our knight in Gryffindor armour." Marlene sighed dramatically.

"Not yet but we will be once we tell you all you need to know about being first years. Second years like us are without a doubt the wisest..." She launched into a detailed account of her adventures as a first year, with Mary chiming in between and Peter listening in awe and Marlene relaxed for the first time that day.

Alice Prewett was not happy. Ever since her cousin, Molly, had run away with Arthur Weasley, the purebloods had made sure to make their hateful opinions known to the remaining members of the family. She had sat down with Anastasia Abbot and Edgar Bones when Parkinson and his gang had bullied them out. Ana and Edgar had joined Edgar's sister, but her friends were less than receptive of the now defamed Prewetts.

So now Alice was once again without a seat despite getting on the train half an hour before its departure. Life really was unfair. She wondered if the other first years had faced the same problem. Probably not.

It wasn't her fault that her cousin had run off with someone or that her aunt and uncle hadn't approved of their union. Personally, Alice thought it was quite selfish of Molly to abandon them, without a second thought-

The train jerked, and Alice tripped just as a compartment door opened. She shrieked, sure that she was going to fall headfirst into the ground, but a pair of arms caught her. She opened her eyes to see the most handsome face she had ever seen in her life, staring back at her with concern. His brown hair was neatly kept, and his eyes reminded her of her favourite chocolate pudding.

His lips were moving, and she was suddenly pulled back from her happy trance.

"What?" She exclaimed in a high pitched voice.

"Are you okay?"

"Can you let go then?" He asked bashfully, and she realised that she was still clinging to him like a vine. She jumped back, blushing and spluttering, and then the most embarrassing thing that could happen happened. She tripped over her suitcase and fell flat on her back. She closed her eyes, wishing that the earth would just swallow her whole. She would have happily lain there for the rest of the trip if it meant that she had somehow not made a fool of herself in front of the handsome boy.

"Are-are you okay?" Oh, Merlin. His voice was way too close, and Alice squinted through her eyelids to see him crouching beside her head. No. Why couldn't he just have walked away? Because then he wouldn't be such a hero. A voice said in the back of her mind.

Swallowing her pride and dignity, Alice scrambled to her feet.

"Oh-yes, thank you." She said, attempting to smile.

"Yes, I-yes. I'll be going now. Bye." She turned and started in the same direction she had come from.

"Wait!" He called. "There aren't any seats left there."

"That's okay!" She said and continued walking. She'd much rather stand for the rest of the trip rather than make a fool out of herself in front of him again.

"No, wait! The last compartment is empty except for one boy."

Alice stopped. She could stand the rest of the way to Hogwarts or turn back around and sit comfortably. But the latter option meant facing the handsome boy again, and Alice wasn't sure she could do that without humiliating herself further. Gathering her courage, mostly because her legs were hurting from having tripped two times in two minutes, she turned back towards him.

He smiled. "I'm Frank Longbottom by the way. Are you a first year?"

"Yes. Alice Prewett." She saw recognition light his eyes and waited for the insults to come.

"Have a good year, Alice. Don't worry. Everyone's nervous as a first year." He said kindly and waved before joining his friends. And at that moment, Alice understood Molly for the first time because she knew that she too would run away with Frank Longbottom if she got the chance.

Remus Lupin was excited, though you wouldn't guess that, given his serious expression. Ever since the werewolf attack when he was five, he had given up all hope of ever going to Hogwarts like his father. But two months ago, Headmaster Dumbledore had arrived at his house like a godsent angel and had given him a chance at what he was sure was out of his reach. His parents had been sceptical at first. How on earth could a werewolf go to a boarding school with normal students? But his pleas and the Headmaster's reassurances had finally eased their concerns enough for them to let him go, at least for a year. If he could adjust well, without letting anybody know his secret, he could stay.

Remus knew just how dangerous life would be for him if he were outed as a werewolf. He knew his parents' concerns were legitimate, but he was determined to make it work.

He had set rules for himself. Don't gain attention. Talk to no one. Follow Professor Dumbledore's instructions.

So he had chosen the last compartment in the hope that no one else would join him. He had taken a book and was pretending to read when the door opened. Remus tensed and refrained from looking up. Maybe if he didn't respond, they'd go away.

"Excuse me?" She asked, and Remus carefully looked up at a blonde girl with a chubby face, standing awkwardly at the door.

"Can I sit here? It's the only empty one." She said.

Remus nodded and gave her a tentative smile before returning to stare at his book. This was an unexpected development. But he'd be fine. He just wouldn't engage in conversation.

He saw her watching him from the corner of his eye and steadfastly ignored her.

After half an hour, when Remus was sure she wouldn't speak, he looked up. She was staring out the window with a dreamy expression on her face. He wondered if all first years looked like that, in their excitement to reach Hogwarts. Before he could look away, she caught his eye and gave a half-smile. He quickly busied himself with his book, but it was too late.

"Yes." He said in a small voice, hoping she wouldn't pursue the conversation. Unfortunately, it seemed luck wasn't on his side.

"What's your name?"

"Remus Lupin." And only because it was the polite thing to do, he asked. "What's yours?"

"Are you a first year too?"

"Alice Prewett."

"What house do you want to get into?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe Ravenclaw because I love books." He raised his book, hoping she would take the hint.

"Oh. I'm hoping for Hufflepuff, but my cousins are all Gryffindors."

"Oh."

There was an uncomfortable silence after that and Remus realised that she was trying as hard to make conversation as he was trying to avoid it. He swallowed his guilt. It was better to be rude now because she'd be a whole lot worse if she found out about his condition.

The train journey carried on with little interruption other than Alice's cousins checking in on her and both of them taking turns to change into their school robes. As he stepped onto the platform at Hogsmeade, Remus knew that while he was different, at that moment, he felt just like everyone else as he stood there with excited anticipation about this new phase of their lives. Whatever happens, it was going to be a glorious adventure.

#marauders #james potter #lily evans #jilytober #marlene mckinnon #alice longbottom #sirius black #remus lupin #pre jily #james lily first meeting #james sirius first meeting

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Tying Shoelaces and New Faces 5

The day that Autumn Elizabeth Udaku was born, her dad blasted every song that he could think of for the occasion. He’d left the hospital to go get Nakia’s parents from the airport, the couple having arrived only three hours after little Autumn was born.

He played what would become their favorite song most. Because Autumn really was his sunshine. She still is to this day.

Maybe that’s why he plays the song now as they dance around the apartment, getting ready for their day. T’Challa is loading dishes into the dishwasher as Autumn hurriedly places her belongings in her school bag.

She hugs onto his leg while he’s doing the dishes. And T’Challa absentmindedly places a hand on the back of her head in comfort.

“Ready to go, intomba?”

“I am,” she nods then, showing him how she already has her book bag packed and ready.

T’Challa helps her slip into her shoes and coat, before grabbing his own shoes, jacket and briefcase.

Autumn is excitedly telling her Baba about what they will be doing at school.

“My teacher said I’m really good at shapes!”

“That’s great, honey,” he looks both ways before crossing the street, then ushers her across quickly when no cars are near.

“Hello, Mr. Udaku. Hello, Autumn,” you grin at the pair.

Autumn rushes forward and hugs your legs before excitedly telling you what’s been on her mind.

“Look,” she tells you, showing you her braids.

“That’s so pretty!,” you gush, “Did Erik do those?”

You know that Erik does her hair when she wants something more elaborate. You listen to her, obviously. You care about what she says.

That doesn’t go unnoticed by T’Challa in the slightest bit at all.

“Mhm!,” she nods, “He told me to tell you that you’re really pretty.”

“Autumn!,” T’Challa looks at her in surprise as you shake your head with a giggle.

“It’s quite alright. Tell him that I said thank you,” you respond with a giggle.

T’Challa knows that giggle. It’s the same one that every. Single. Girl that N’Jadaka hits on makes.

Because of course he knows girls find his cousin attractive. And N’Jadaka is a smooth talker. T’Challa also knows that N’Jadaka finds you attractive, too.

No, he’s not jealous at all. Shut up.

“Can I help set up breakfast,” Autumn requests as T’Challa takes her coat off for her.

“Of course you can,” you nod to the young girl.

“Thank you!,” Autumn beams before turning to T’Challa,” Bye, daddy. I love you!”

“I love you, too, intomba.”

He presses a kiss to her forehead before saying a quick “Goodbye” to you and stroking out of the classroom.

And off to another day of work he goes.

‘’Good afternoon, Mr. Udaku,’’Tony Stark greets T’Challa.

“Good afternoon, Mr, Stark.’’

‘’How are you doing?’’

‘’Can’t complain,’’ Tony shrugs as the two men grab their children’s belongings form their respective cubbies, ‘’How about you and Autumn?’’

‘’Autumn is as well as any four year old who didn’t get enough sleep can be,’’ T’Challa rolls his eyes, ‘’What about Damien?’’

‘’If we could just get over the whole ‘I’m not blowing bubbles in my milk’ when I’m looking right at him, we’d be fine,’’ Tony reveals to the younger man.

T’Challa doesn’t have many friends. He spends a lot of time working, and a lot of time with Autumn. He has Steve Rogers and Bruce Banner, and Tony Stark.

Yes, that Tony Stark.

His son, Damien Anthony Stark, happens to attend this preschool.

His son also strolls out the classroom, holding Autumn Elizabeth Udaku hand.

‘’Daddy,’’ she says seriously, ‘’This is my boyfriend.’’

That is what T’Challa’s daughter tells him.

His four-year-old daughter, no less.

‘’I’m sorry, what,’’ he raises an eyebrow, already feeling exhausted from this conversation.

‘’We’re gonna get married, Mr. Udaku. When we’re old, though. Like, twelve,’’ Damian says with such a straight face that both Tony and T'Challa have to stifle laughter.

‘’Well, right now, Damien, you have a dentist appointment.’’

‘’And,Autumn, you have a surprise. So you two need to say goodbye until tomorrow.’’

The two four-year-olds pout but say goodbye, giving each other a hug and secret handshake.

T’Challa secretly wishes he had taken a picture.

‘’Bye, Mr. Udaku! Bye, Autumn!’’

‘’Bye, Mr. Stark! Bye, Damien!,’’ Autumn excitedly waves at her… boyfriend? Fiance’? As Tony escorts his son out of the school.

‘’You're growing up way too fast, Miss Autumn!,’’ T’Challa announces as he puts Autumn’s coat on her before picking her up, placing her on his hip.

‘’Oh, Mr. Udaku!,’’ you catch up with him, pulling another student along with you.

‘’Hello,’’ he turns to you. Giving you that breathtaking grin.

Okay, so you have a teeny, tiny, little crush. Whatever.

It’s not like he’s fine or anything.

He’s just hot and obviously devoted to his daughter.

‘’I, um… I wanted to confirm that you’d be going with us to the planetarium next Friday.’’

‘’Oh, I wouldn't miss it. I look forward to spending the day with you.’’

You feel flustered all of a sudden, and the ground seems very interesting.

‘’I mean, like, with all of you. With, like Tony, too and the kids learning and… yeah. Should be fun.’’

‘’That’s good,’’you nod before making eye contact with him again, ‘’I’m looking forward to it too.’’

Autumn’s watching the exchange,trying to wrap her head around it.

Suddenly, she remembers that her baba said there is a surprise for her.

‘’Baba, can I have my surprise now?,’’ she asks him, laying her head on his shoulder.

‘’Of course you can,’’ he coos before erecting his attention back to you, ‘’I shall see you tomorrow.’’

‘’Sounds good,’’ you nod, and watch as he leaves with Autumn, ‘’Come on, Jackson. Let’s go back in and all your auntie and see if she is on her way.’’

Autumn Udaku absolutely adores her mother. She doesn't get to see her often, but when she does, it's the most amazing weekend.

Her mommy braids her hair, and takes her cool places, and shows her how to do neat things, and teachers her things, and they even hang out with baba sometimes, all day.

She has sleepovers with her at the hotel, and it’s enough for her to hold on to until she meets up with her again.

So of course she launched herself into Nakia’s arms when she steps out of the car, having found an earlier flight, anxious and ready to see her baby girl.

Nakia is pressing kisses all over Autumn's face as T’Challa watches on.

He could stay right here in this moment all day.

The are unaware of an unintentional intruder on their special moment.

You’re looking out of the window as you call Jackson's auntie, but you quickly turn away, not wanting to be in their private moment.

So that must be Autumn’s mother, and she is probably married to T’Challa. From the way he is watching them, he’s obviously so in love with the short-haired beauty.

So maybe your little crush isn’t worth pursuing. Not that you'd planned on it anyway, but this is confirmation.

So when Jackson’s auntie arrives Jackson colors as you make the call, and you’re done packing your bags, you take that slip of paper that someone at the Open House gave you out of your

purse.

It couldn’t hurt to go on one little date, yeah?And maybe it’ll help you get over your crush on Mr. Udaku, one of your students’ parents who looks like he’s happily in love.

But you don’t know the dynamic of their relationship. No one looking in on the outside does.

Soon, you will find out that everything is not what it seems…

And that beautiful things can come with time.

More about Nakia and T’Challa’s relationship and Autumn in the next chapter!

DISCLAIMER- I OWN NO MARVEL CHARACTERS OR THEIR FICTIONAL WORLDS OR UNIVERSES, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS.

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safitheartist · 6 years

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Reboot season 2 episodes rated part 1

Here is my verdict for the episodes so far,

of the episodes aired I only haven't seen 'Can I keep it'. I'm spliting this into several parts because this is getting too lengthy.

Anyway:

Out to launch: 9/10

The Tennyson family observes the launch of a experimental space plane, however as Vilgax takes control over it Ben has to team up with his idol pilot McCabe as Gwen and Max try to help him by hacking into the ships controls.

This episode is action packed, funny and gives us more clues to Max's mysterious past. The character of McCabe is enjoyable if not as memorable as other newly introduced characters.

Battle at Biggie Box: 8/10

Ben drags his family to a giant sale at store chain called Biggie Box, hoping to obtain the super rare Sumo Slamer play set. However, Billy Billions is also after the playset. Ben, being desperate to beat Billy, ends up hurting the feelings of his friend Simon.

This episode doesn't give us subtle plot development like the last one but it gives Ben some more character development, has some very funny visual gags and slapstick and references every former retail employe would appreciate. I didn't come to care about Simon and his brother all that much when they appeared in season 1 and every reference to Gwen's stupid crushes in season 1 makes me want to punch someone. It's a fun episode but not a must watch.

Bon Voyage: 8/10

As the Tennyson family boards a brand new ship made to replace the old SS Pettigrew Ben finds himself fight both Steam Smythe and sea sickness as our steam punk enthusiast just can't seem to let go of the past.

This episode is a bit of a mixed bag. The humor is really great and I find it admirable that a show doesn't go the "technology is evil and progress is bad" route, however I think they kind of used the wrong example. Most people nowadays board steam boats because it's something gimicky or out of curiousity so there is infact still a valid market for those kind of boats despite their short commings. I would like to see a show for once awknowledge that the past and the future aren't necessarly rivals to one another. However with it's well paced humor, neat action scenes and intruigent hints twoards Steam Smythe's potential origin this episodes elevates itself from it's short commings.

Mayhem in Mascot: 7/10

As Ben and Gwen attempt to get a picture with every storefront Mascot failed yet again, due to Ben's staling. Ben helps Gwen take a picture with the last woden mascot, Yawk the bear. However as the mascots come to live Ben amd Gwen soon realize things are more complicated then they seem.

...this episode is strange. I mean I liked the song, it's a neat parody and it's nice to see them make fun of the randomly breaking into song trope.... Lenny is a neat character(he was the guy who kinda looked like Kevin in the leaks)....and Ben being the skeptical for once instead of Gwen was a nice idea. But the twist was predictable, Gwen's behaviour was a bit too naive, there isn't really any explanation for the other Mascots and this whole episode is a bit too random for my taste.

Screamcatcher: 8/10

A visit to the dentist goes south when Hex shows up and kidnaps Ben into a world made out of Ben's fears.

The premise is creative. Using a dentist of all people to show there are more people with interesting advantures was a really neat idea. The way Ben solves his predicament is a bit on the nose but it's subverted enough to be interesting. Hex's eternal hell would be a booring dead end desk job and honestly mood.

Vote Zambozo: 9.5/10

Team Ten all have to contribute their individual skills as Zambozo hypnotizes a town with a fake election campaine so Acid Breath, Toe Nail and Fright Wig can rob the local bank. As Gwen and Max take care of Zambozo, Ben takes on the circus freak trio.

I already made a indepth post about this episode. There are a lot of things one can like about this episode from it's dense world building to the character progression. It's also really neat to see the contrast this Gwen has to season 1 Gwen, they are doing her justice at last.

Animorphosis: 9.5/10:

As Ben sets out to find a real fosile to out shine his cousin he gets ambushed by Animo and VILGAX! However as the later betrays Animo and takes over his mutant animals Ben and Animo have to close a uneasy aliance.

Okay this episode is MAJOR! I honestly was shocked and would suggest you watch it for yourself. The only thing holding is back was a lack of Gwen in my opinion...I am biased okay!

The 11th alien part 1 and 2: 9.8/10

As Ben discovers a new alien in his watch Vilgax shows up to warn our heros about this particular alien's powers. Ben after innitially rejecting Vilgax's "help" starts to notice strange happenings whenever he uses said alien. Was he telling the truth? Could Ben cause serious harm with his omnitrix? Ben is put into a difficult possition as he has to decide weather it is better to potentially destroy the earth or surrender the omnitrix to Vilgax.

These episodes are really neat. It again shows Vilgax as the manipulative villan he always has been. It gives Ben serious character struggles and puts his relationship with Gwen and the significants of their friendship into the foreground. The twist at the end wasn't that hard to guess but still fun seen executed and you can see in later episodes that this had a longlasting effect on Ben's character. The only thing holding it back is one or two awkwardly cut scenes.

#ben 10 #ben 10 reboot

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hegemoneapple · 3 years

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Basilisk Eyes: Chapter 39: Shepherd’s pie

Crossposted: Basilisk Eyes by Hegemone | Completed: Chapter 39 out of 157 | T | AO3 | FFN | WATT | HPFF

That would be nice, he thought, as he dug into the Shepherd’s pie—blissful as the savory warmth filled his mouth.

“Gemma, Healer Jordan taught me the Scribunt loqui spell!” As soon as he said it, Harry wanted to kick himself.

Obviously, you dork, she can see it.

“I wanted to answer your question from before,” he rushed on as warmth crept up his neck.

Gemma squeezed his arm.

“You asked about my sister and dad earlier?” he asked, “They are friends, not my family. My friend Hermione and her dad, Dr. Granger. Dr. Granger is a Dentist and he had to go to work, so they weren’t able to stay.”

Gemma took his hand and spelled, “D-A-D?” space “M-U-G-G-L-E?”.

Harry was a bit taken back by this and it must have shown on his face. She hastily wrote, “M-I-N-E” space “T-O-O.”

“Oh, yes. Hermione is muggle-born, too.” Harry was relieved.

As Gemma was explaining “M-U-M” space “W-I-T-… ,” on his palm, someone across the table snorted. Harry reflexively looked toward the noise. He felt Gemma pause as she was writing and then finish with “C-H.” He decided to ignore the snort.

“Oh, I was raised by Muggles, but my parents were wixen,” Harry explained.

“W-E-R-E? W-I-X-E-N?” Gemma asked.

“Yes, they died. And wixen means Witch or Wizard or both,” Harry answered.

Gemma squeezed his arm. “W-H-Y” space “Y-O-U-R” space “F-A-M-I-L-Y” space “N-O-T” space “C-O-M-E?”

Harry deflated a bit and Gemma squeezed his arm. Someone across the table was muttering something that Harry was trying hard to ignore. He wished he knew who was sitting across from them and also wished that they weren’t listening in on their conversation.

He sighed.

“My aunt, uncle, and cousin weren’t able to come,” he said as quietly as he could, not really wanting to get into it with strangers eavesdropping.

Apparently, Mrs. Boot was also actively following the conversation, because she leaned over Gemma and patted his knee (knocking Gemma against him in the process—he realized that Gemma was even more petite than he had originally guessed) and said, “Well, dear, that’s too bad. It’s good that Gemma took you under her wing. She’s always collecting waifs.”

Harry heard Gemma blow out an exasperated breath.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, Gemmie—you are. You have a heart of gold.” Mrs. Boot’s voice sounded a bit weepy and Gemma leaned away from Harry. He thought she might be hugging her mom.

Harry took issue with being described as a waif. Though, now that he thought about it, he probably was looking pretty waifish—in Dudley’s baggy hand-me-downs, bruises on his face, who knows what his hair looked like (he resisted the urge to try to flatten it), and then there was the weight he lost during the month with the Dursleys.

I sure wish lunch would be served. I’m so hungry.

He actually felt a little lightheaded.

It’s good I nibbled on that sandwich with Hedwig.

“I wonder when lunch will be served,” Harry said to Gemma. He kept feeling the table to see if platters of food had magically appeared as they did at Hogwarts, even though he knew he’d smell it and hear it first.

She tapped his arm with her fingers.

“What is it?” Harry asked.

“F-O-O-D” space “H-E-R-E,” she spelled into his palm.

“Where is it?” He felt the table with his free hand, reaching out farther to see if he had missed anything and felt the vase that Hermione had described in the center of the table, but no silverware or platters.

“B-U-F-F-E-T”

Oh, well that sounds like a train-wreck waiting to happen.

“Where is it? I can’t hear it or smell it.” The food aromas were the same as when they entered the dining hall. He started sniffing the air around him and then stopped abruptly as the person across the table from him broke out into guffaws of laughter. He felt the table shake and marveled that they thought it was so funny.

Glad I can provide some entertainment.

“F-L-O-A-T-I-N-G” space “T-R-A-Y-S” space “C-O-M-E,” she pulled at his arm, urging him to stand up.

Harry grimaced. Floating trays sounded like a disaster. Would his staff warn him in time before he ran into someone’s floating tray?

Mrs. Boot, who had been thankfully engaged in a conversation with someone on her other side, now seemed to notice that Gemma and Harry were getting up.

“Oh, is it our turn to get our food?” she asked. “It smells divine!”

While Harry took Gemma’s left arm with his right, which took a bit of rearranging as he had been sitting on her right, her mother had gone on ahead of them. Gemma had learned a lot in the short amount of time that she’d guided him before and he felt more comfortable, even though she was so much shorter than he was and his hand was nearly up to her armpit. He realized that she was about the size of Ginny, maybe a little smaller and wondered if she was also a first year. He saved that question for later, though, she wouldn’t be able to answer while they were walking. He wasn’t even certain she’d see the slip of paper since he was a step behind her.

There was a moment where she pulled him quickly to her side, shoring up the distance between them and he felt something graze by his forehead at the same time that his staff warned him of the danger.

A floating tray. Only wixen would think of such a thing. What’s wrong with having food magically appear on the table? That seemed like a reasonable use of magic.

“Thank you, Gemma!” Harry said, hoping she saw the slip of paper hovering by his mouth. He was tempted to grab it and hand it to her to be sure.

She laid her other hand on his, letting him know that she’d seen it.

Her mother was talking to them from a distance. As they approached, Harry could make out some of what she was saying, but other people were talking, too. It sounded like she was reading food labels from the buffet to them.

I’m impressed that Gemma knew how to spell buffet.

Harry didn’t care what the food was—he just wanted something to eat.

“Here you go, dear,” Mrs. Boot pushed something thin and hard across his chest and he let go of Gemma’s arm to figure out what it was, his other hand was holding his staff.

Oh! The tray.

“Thanks?”

“No problem, dear.”

He held onto the tray, and tapped his staff three times on the floor to collapse it and put it in his pocket. Gemma didn’t leave his side and he was glad. And then he realized they were standing in a line. He could hear people ahead of them handling china and the clang of metal against metal.

The aroma of food was almost more than he could take. He found himself drumming on the tray with his fingers trying to distract himself. The tray was kind of floating at chest level though he was holding onto it. He switched hands so that he could hold onto Gemma’s arm again. He didn’t want to let the tray go.

Where would it end up? I’ll never eat, he thought.

Behind him, he could hear Mei approaching with her mother.

Ahead of him, Harry could also hear Tony arguing with a parent. Harry caught a bit of what Tony was saying in a low hiss that was still audible, “… don’t want to eat out here where everyone can see me… ” and he felt a slight pang of empathy, which he quickly dismissed.

He wondered if it had been Tony who’d been snorting at their conversation about muggles.

Gemma moved forward and Harry followed.

Mei was a couple people behind them in the line. She was continuing to complain about the food. Harry tried to block her out.

It must be nice to be able to turn up your nose at free food, he thought.

As they got closer to the food, he began to wonder how he was going to tell what there was to eat. He could ask Gemma, but they’d stall the line with that process. He could imagine having to listen to Mei behind them complaining loudly about how long they were taking. He could ask Mrs. Boot for help, but cringed at the thought. She seemed a bit oblivious anyway.

It sounded like the family with children was getting their food now. He listened carefully to a mother who was patiently trying to coax a small child to take a spoonful of peas on their plate.

Mmm. I love peas. Dang! How am I going to eat peas? he thought.

The rhyme “I eat my peas with honey, I’ve done it all my life. They do taste kind of funny, but it keeps them on my knife,” ran through his head. He chuckled to himself as he thought about actually employing that method. Gemma touched the back of his hand on her arm and drew a question mark.

“I was just thinking about how I’m going to eat peas,” he explained as the charmed paper flapped by his mouth. She drew another question mark on the back of his hand.

“It’s just really hard to get small things that roll to your mouth when you can’t see them. I’m just learning. I’m sure I’ll get better at it,” he reassured himself as much as Gemma. “Can you see what the food is?”

He felt Gemma straining to see around people, leaning one way, then another, and then getting up on her tiptoes. She took his hand and turned it face up, then started tracing letters in his palm, “S-H-E-P-H-E-R-D--P-I-E” space “P-E-A-S” space “C-A-R-R-O-T-S” space “S-A-L-A-D” space “F-R-U-I-T--S-A-L-A-D” space “R-O-L-L-S” space “S-O-U-P.”

“Thank you! Can you see what kind of soup?” Harry asked. She was up on her tiptoes again and then she dropped his hand and seemed to be getting the attention of her mother.

“What’s that, Gemmie? Oh, the name of the soup? Lemme see, oh, yes, it’s Minestrone,” Mrs. Boot answered. Harry wondered how Gemma was communicating with her mom. It seemed faster than how she and Harry were talking. Maybe with sign language? Harry remembered a couple students at his primary school using signs—they also had hearing aids. He wondered if the wixen community had anything similar.

They were finally nearing the food. Harry heard Mrs. Boot put her tray on something metal and start sliding it. She was giving a running commentary about the food—so Harry was feeling more comfortable about what he was about to encounter.

Gemma moved forward and Harry heard her put her tray on the metal sideboard. He dropped her arm and moved to her other side. She reached across him and he heard a plate land on her tray—a bit loudly and he winced. She put her hand on his left arm and helped him find the sideboard. The floating tray seemed to stick to the sideboard—that was handy. Gemma took his hand and guided it toward the plates. He placed one on his tray. She took his hand and wrote: “S-O-U-P?” He shook his head.

“Soup seems like it would be a mess and take forever to eat. I’ll wait.”

She guided his hand to something and his aftí spoke in his ear, surprising him, “Forks,” it said. He pulled out one and put it on his tray.

“Gemma, my aftí is speaking to me.” He touched his ear where the aftí was attached to his ear helix.

“This must be a charmed buffet. It’s telling me where things are.”

Gemma tapped his arm twice to let him know that she understood and let him find the rest of the silverware on his own.

She moved down the buffet, he followed by keeping his shoulder brushing against hers. He could feel her reaching and then hear her placing food on her plate.

He was so hungry, but he knew from previous experience that overeating would make him sick. He had to pace himself. He could put some rolls in his pockets and save them for later, maybe go share them with Hedwig in the owlery when he had a chance.

He tentatively stuck his hand forward and his aftí said, “Shepherd’s pie, serving spoon to your right.” He found it without sticking his fingers in the Shepherd’s pie, which he considered a victory and put a small scoop on his plate.

Harry proceeded down the buffet and even felt brave enough to try a small scoop of peas. He had to remember where he’d placed things on his plate and felt as though he’d done a pretty good job. He resisted the urge to start nibbling on the food while he was in the line. His legs were weak and his hands trembling as they reached the end of the line. Gemma guided his hand to her arm and handed him his floating tray to hold lightly as they made their way back to their table. Her mother was deep in conversation with the person in front of her. They were talking about the best place to buy robes for school and seemed oblivious to anything around them and in fact, stayed a few feet away from the buffet debating whether Madam Malkins was better than Twilfitt and Tattings.

Gemma deftly guided Harry and his floating tray (and he imagined, her own) back to their table. There they unloaded their trays at their place settings and the trays floated away. Harry hoped that he didn’t need to do anything except let it go, because that’s what he did with Gemma’s nonverbal urging.

He had been careful to set down his plate so that he knew what was where. He was really hoping he wouldn’t make a mess of his first meal in front of Gemma. He realized that he had managed to block Mei’s complaints successfully during the whole process. He wondered if he actually had, or if she had finally stopped moaning.

#blind harry potter #fanfiction #Basilisk Eyes #hegemone

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ashalau · 4 years

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~ T H R E E ~

Our Remy, today you turn three years old! Happy third lap around the sun our gorgeous boy. We have watched you grow for three years and are constantly in awe of you. Your creativity and imagination have grown as has your capacity for empathy. Watching you explore and learn has been the greatest gift. It has been our job to encourage and direct you and that job brings us nothing but happiness. You have learnt so many things this past year including riding your pedal bike without training wheels, starting the process of swimming without mum or dad in the pool with you, how to count to 14, using the toilet and so much more!

You loved daycare so much with Colleen that you started going two days a week. You've made new friends including Amaya, Bailey and Audrey and are lucky enough to still have Livvy hanging out with you both days. We love that you're learning so much through play both indoors and out and Colleen is so supportive of what you're interested in at different times. It's hard to get you to come home with us most days, you'd rather keep playing at daycare. You are loving swimming at the moment too and are almost ready to swim by yourself. You were getting frustrated at times before we stopped lessons for a few months because of corona virus but since you started back you have been so good with listening and following instructions.

You still love books but have also been interested in puzzles and obstacle courses around the house. Your favourite thing to do at the moment is wrestle with Dad on the lounge room floor. We just have to remind you sometimes not to wrestle other children at the playground. You are super inquisitive and at times we play around and call you Mr Nosey because of the amount of questions you ask. We'll encourage you to keep doing it because you learn so much more wanting to know more about the world.

You now have 20 little teeth with one more coming through and have had your first trip to the dentist. You've grown so much, weighing in at 14.5kg and measuring 92cm tall! You have the most terrific memory and we love when you reminisce about adventures we have been on, it reinforces to us how our time together impacts you. You talk so much and are a pretty confident little man, not like your Mum was as a child. You are super friendly and often say hello to people who walk past you when you ride your bike. We are so proud of how you have mastered your pedal bike too, you were riding without training wheels but 2 and 3/4 and people often comment on how amazing you are on your bike. You are getting better at brushing yourself off now when you crash and jumping back on the bike to keep riding. The next step to master is the breaks. You have done a great job with toilet training. You can use the toilet pretty independently and wear big boy undies during the day.

We went on a family holiday to Adelaide and Melbourne last December. You got to go on the big boat and were a superstar traveller in the car making it from Melbourne to Adelaide in one day! We visited the Adelaide Zoo where we got baby and daddy monkey. We went to some cool playgrounds on our way back to Melbourne where you had a sleep over with baby Nash and Courtnee and Toby while Mum and Dad went to the Elton John concert. We also spent some time with your cousin Evie and Uncle Kris and Aunty Bianca. I'm pretty sure you managed an ice cream most days we were away!

We went on a few camping trips and recently went to Cradle Mountain for the weekend as our last little getaway before your baby brother Freddie arrived. You love telling people how we saw Mount Roland on the way there and we were amazed you managed to walk most of the the way around Dove Lake yourself. Other highlights of yours were the shuttle bus in to Dove Lake, watching the bird steal Mum's sandwich and staying at the hotel.

You became a big brother last week and have adjusted so well. We think you knew in the lead up to Freddie's arrival that your world was about to be turned upside down. You have been so helpful and love giving your baby brother koala cuddles. You also want to pick out a special bunny for Freddie to keep him safe the way your special Mothy bunny keeps you safe. It's beautiful to see how gentle you are and we can see that you love Freddie so much already.

Your favourite things are Mothy (always), LEGO, making racing cars and riding your bike. You like to take five friends with you to bed most nights (if not more). Your best friends are Mothy, Pen(guin), Sloth, Dinosaur and Turtle Burger. Every night you go to bed we talk about your day (and Mums and Dads day too). You climb in and say 'tell me about my day'. You told me off last week because I asked you about your day on the way home from daycare. You said 'thought we were going to talk about my day when Dad gets home, when I go to bed'. You can be quite direct with your demands and sometimes need to be reminded to use your manners but you are for the most part pretty good. Your favourite foods at the moment are tiger toast, porridge, spring rolls and cake. Your favourite movie is Turbo which is about a speed obsessed snail with an unusual dream to become the worlds greatest racer. You also like watching Ninja Turtles. When we ask you what you want to be when you grow up you say a nurse (just like Mum). You like going out for dinner specifically going to the pub for tea.

You have recently had a fear of spiders but we have worked through that with going to the museum to look at spiders and a huntsman came to say hello to you at daycare. The universe must have known that you needed a friendly spider experience. You were super brave and let him climb on your back! Another couple of times you have been super brave were when you got your flu needle and didn't even cry! And when you climbed up the netting at Riverbend Park and went down the steep slide all by yourself! You are our little risk taker but you learn so much about yourself and your limits by doing so which is why we think you have such great confidence.

You are perfect Remy Joe, every moment we spend with you is a moment we'll treasure forever because time is going way too fast and you are growing up way too quickly! You continue to amaze us with your humour, kindness and vibrant personality. We are and always will be utterly obsessed with you. We love you more than anything, right up to the moon and back.

Love from Mum and Dad

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johnny-depplyloveyou · 7 years

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Johnny’s foreword for “In the Name of the Son: The Gerry Conlon Story”

Johnny with Joe Cashman, Terry O'Neill and Gerry Conlon in 1993

Upon Thinking of My Long-Lost Brother, Gerry …

20.8.17

I first met Gerry Conlon, by absolute chance, in the hallway of a talent agency in Los Angeles, somewhere around 1990, I believe. It was a rare occurrence for me to visit the place, which made the moment with Gerry all the more charmed.

I had pressed the button and was en route to my destination floor. Upon arriving, the doors opened. As I exited, I spooked a couple of guys to my left, who looked, as did I, sorely out of place. The guts of this heinous, monolithic terrarium of steel, glass and dubious “art”, sparsely shaming those ghastly “modern” walls, was not a typical setting for folk such as myself, or gents of this breed, who, in my personal and moderately professional estimation, were satisfactorily saturated and teetering along the same invisible ledge, as though they’d been out on the prowl, for an especially impressive stretch. Indeed, they looked just like the depraved, miscreant, unhinged maniacs I always tended to hang out with. One of them possessed the squinty scrutinising eyes of the streets, and was as skinny as a dried lizard. He also seemed to have been divined with a prevailing lack of residents in the tooth department. The questionable few choppers that had not been evicted, were lonely, jagged and rotting. His stringy, straight hair – greasy to his shoulders. This was Joey Cashman. A hilariously clever and quick-witted Irishman, from just outside Dublin. He was the manager of one of my favourite humans of all time, the infamously tattered genius of lyric and song, Shane MacGowan, from the Pogues. Joey was a lovely man, who held strong to those he loved. Devoted and solid. I would later survive many adventures with this man, and to this very day, I have been informed of Joey’s tragic and “sudden” demise, and miraculous resurrection, at least fourteen times. The other fella was from heavier stock. He laid a big, beautiful, slightly crazed Cheshire Cat smile on me, which showed that this man had at least met a dentist once in his life. But it was his eyes that got me. Eyes that simultaneously exuded wisdom and a childlike purity; a desire to live and love. There was no question that these powerful eyes had seen and experienced much. This was Gerry Conlon. He approached me and introduced himself and his mate Joey, with the exuberance of a man who held nothing back. He gave of himself freely. His eyes sparkled like ten thousand stars had just given birth to ten thousand more …

Gerry Conlon had first gotten my attention when he stomped out of the Old Bailey in London in October 1989, fists raised high and declared to the world that he was an innocent man who had spent fifteen years in jail. The authorities had tried to shove him out the back door, in order to avoid the inevitable media frenzy, but he had refused, instead imparting something along the lines of “Fuck you, I’m a free man, youse fuckin brought me in the back door, I’m going out the front!” My curiosity had then been further fired when I’d learnt that he’d witnessed his father, Giuseppe, another innocent man, die in a British prison. And now here he was, Gerry himself, stood right before me, in this, the most incongruous of places possible. Fortunately, to prevent matters from being overtly one-sided, he recognized me from something or other and lunch was duly arranged.

Gerry was altogether an articulate, personable, funny, self-deprecating and fierce humanitarian. He was an absolute gentleman, who possessed all the knowledge of law in the streets of Belfast. Chivalrous, loyal and highly sensitive to any injustice, no matter how large, or minute. If he loved you, you were blessed to be invited into his circle, where there existed no edits with him. Gerry said what he felt and meant what he said. He had no difficulty in getting his point across. Ever. He had grown so used to having his prison clique around him that those of us who spent significant amounts of time with him became a newfangled version of just that. He was a 100% trusted friend and brother, to the very end.

During lunch, he broached the subject of my playing him in the film that was to be produced about his life during his unfathomably unjust arrest and incarceration. More than touched at this profoundly personal invitation from this man, I was already on the deck wiping away tears (as was he), when he gave me the first details of his abduction and torture by the British authorities. During this, our first proper encounter, he spoke more of his experiences in prison. Despite the hardship that had been visited on him, I came away with the impression that here was a character whose passion for life had been in no way diminished. He was starving for it. As much as he could get ahold of.

Later, during the summer of 1991, I found myself fortunate enough to be invited on holiday with Gerry and his family. Despite being more of a grape man, the only flavours I recall from that trip are Black Bush, Jameson’s, Irish Coffee and of course, the Guinness. The Conlons were lovely people, one and all, but I had a special place in my heart for Gerry’s mother, Sarah, and his sister, Ann. These were sweet, strong and kind folk whose lives had been torn asunder and putting them back together wasn’t going to be easy. But, if my experiences with these wonderful people told me anything, it was that their humour remained perfectly intact. In fact, I specifically remember some sloppy conversation with both Gerry and I employing words and sentences that our mouths were shamefully unfit to speak, as our eyes began to see double. At some point Gerry decided that we must go to Dingle to see Fungie, the dolphin. Very important. Gerry had no need to convince me, of course I was going to say yes. Who wouldn’t want to go to a place called Dingle to see a dolphin named Fungie? Gerry proceeded to inform me that his cousin, David, would be coming down that night to Dublin from Belfast, and would drive us to Dingle in the morning. And indeed, as promised, later that evening, David appeared in the door of the bar, screaming, “Gerry, ya fucken cunt!” I turned to see a big, thick and angry-looking brute, with ginger hair and pincers for arms. We were introduced. I shook one of his metallic claws and looked him squarely in the eye. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said. He replied with what may have been an eleven-syllable fuck-off. I still don’t know. The man was utterly pickled. If worry was going to come into the picture it would have done so at exactly that moment. We sat down to have a drink. And drink we did. What seemed like an instant later, it was brought to our attention that we were fast approaching 8.30 a.m. It was time to go. Worry never seemed to enter the picture. We had merely forgotten to sleep. But, whilst not feeling all that bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, we remained determined to make our rendezvous with this mysterious dolphin called Fungie. Fungus. I felt like fungus. Gerry looked like fungus, and David was immune to fungus. Of course, I was chosen to ride in the front seat with David. His co-pilot, as it were. It is potentially the only time I have put a seatbelt on without hesitation. Or actually thought about one for that matter. But David, it turns out, was a fantastic driver. His claws were quite handy for storing pints of Guinness, but it didn’t matter, because his feet were steering. So, as I also clutched two pints of Guinness, similar to Gerry in the back seat, I thought that if we were to die, it would be the most interesting trio of obituaries. Anyways, we soldiered onward towards Dingle, but at some point there came the inevitable need to replenish our glasses. The next road sign informed us that Limerick, also known as Stab City, lay just ahead. We would find a pub, have a bite, and get back on our way with enough Guinness to carry us through to Dingle. Wrong. Our brief pitstop in Limerick proved to be one of the most chaotic nights that I can ever remember, and/or, kind of not remember. Suffice to say, we conquered Stab City. The three of us took over a pub, all in the name of Gerry Conlon. He was a hero to these people and it was a joy to bear witness. Courtesy of his devilish charm, he owned the place. It was a riotous celebration. The following morning, I awoke in an unfamiliar room, in what appeared to be an old hotel. Complete with red-eyes and full-on throbbing gristle somewhere within whatever had been spared of my brain, I somehow managed to contact Gerry in the adjoining room. “Where is the Lord Mayor of Limerick?” I asked, referring to David, who had been bestowed the honor the night previous. “He’s taking a shower” Gerry said, in a pained drawl. Apparently he woke up with some chick. He didn’t know where he was, let alone who she was. Gerry went on to tell me that David had said good morning and asked the girl very simply, “Did we fuck?” “I’m not sure,” came the reply from the sweet lady to the armless thalidomide, whose pincer claws had been hurled across the room. David thought for a moment, before calmly stating, “Well, we had better make sure …”

After picking myself up off the floor, we again made for Dingle, where we finally met Fungie. The three of us were in no state to do anything whatsoever, let alone get in a fucking boat with a bunch of tourists. I can recall us being looked down upon by our fellow shipmates, especially the children, for some reason. I felt dirty. But Gerry was as excited as an eight-year-old, as we clipped through the water watching out for the dolphin to occasionally rear a head and deign us with its glory on this most joyous of grey days that I can ever recall. Gerry always possessed the magical ability to ensure such miracles.

The pain of losing his father never left Gerry. He blamed himself for Giuseppe’s death and nothing I, or anyone else, could say to him would shift that blame. In quieter moments, he would tell me of his pain, of how troubled he was at having confessed to the Guildford pub bombing. In his mind, if he hadn’t confessed, his father might still be alive and the Maguire family, who were also wrongfully convicted of the pub bombings, would never have been sent to prison. He might have been dealt the torturous methods employed by the authorities to haul out the counterfeit admissions, but in his rush to self-condemnation, he set that aside. He could not forgive himself.

Gerry Conlon was a leader who became the central figure in the struggle to have the Birmingham Six released from prison, even addressing a Congressional Committee on the matter. Gerry was also an international human rights activist and he highlighted the harsh treatment meted out to the Australian aborigines and Native Americans. His activism didn’t stop there: he protested capital punishment wherever it reared its ugly head. For prisoners around the world, many of whom had been wrongfully convicted, Gerry Conlon was their only hope.

Yet, by his own admission, this man was a flawed character, as so many of us are. He often told reporters that he took drugs to ward off his demons. In 1998 he took the decision to go clean, but what followed was a six-year struggle, during which he repeatedly goaded himself to commit suicide. But he beat the monster; he got off his knees and he beat the monster.

This book is a tour de force, a warts-and-all depiction of the life of Gerry Conlon from the minute he walked out of the Old Bailey. Knowing him as I did, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. On every page, the colourful characters that inhabited Gerry’s life reach their hands out to the reader and invite them into a world rich in pathos, humour and irony. This is not a sad story. No, far from it. This is a chronicle of the triumph of the human spirit over extreme adversity. It is a story of hope. It is the story of a man I loved and would have taken a bullet for, as I know he would have done for me and all his loved ones. It was an honor to have known Gerry Conlon and to call him my friend.

Once we’d just left a bookstore in Dublin. Me with a handful of Brendan Behan’s books, and Gerry with a present – a beautifully handworked leather wallet, with one word etched onto it … “Saoirse”, meaning Freedom. It’s in my pocket as I write these words.

Johnny Depp Vancouver August 2017

#Johnny Depp #WeAreWithYouJohnnyDepp #Gerry Conlon #In the Name of the Son: The Gerry Conlon Story

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Taming the rage

TITLE: Taming the Rage

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT:

Chapter 60 AUTHOR: lokilover9

Original Imagine: Imagine Odin tells Loki that he has to marry and it’s you. You’ve hated him for years. Every time he sees you in the palace he smirks knowing all the duties you’ll have to perform as his princess, making you cringe. He isn’t exactly fond of you either, but can’t help looking forward to the challenge.

RATING: Teen

Early the next morning, Loki and Erika awoke to persistent knocking at their door. Erika answered and returned with a set of crutches.

“Eir sent these. Apparently you forgot them yesterday?”

Loki flopped his head back onto the pillow. “I didn’t forget them, I didn’t want them.”

Erika placed them on the floor beside the bed and crossed her arms. “Like it or not, you’re using them.”

“Is that so?” He replied. “And you’re going to make me?”

Her expression turned serious and when he made a funny face, it only intensified.

Loki rolled his eyes and caved. “As you wish, I will use them.”

“Good. Would you like some breakfast?” She asked.

Another knock was heard from downstairs.

“After I answer the door again?”

This time she returned with a message from Frigga. “We are to remain in our chambers until further notice.”

“Oh that’s nice.” Loki huffed. “Here we go again.”

“I’m sure there’s a good reason.” Said Erika. “It’s not like we had any plans today, now stop complaining and come downstairs will you?” ~~~~~~~~~ Still furious with Odin, Frigga managed to avoid him that morning after sleeping in a guest room and rising early to drop in on Thor and Jane for a quick tea.

“Do you know everything now?” She asked Jane.

They both nodded.

“Good. Neither of them need to know you were both informed about their children prior to them marrying, especially Loki. Once they do, I will inform them with Jarles, then tell them I’ll be informing you. Afterwards, a family discussion will be held so you won’t need to act surprised.”

“So much secrecy.” Said Jane.

“I know.” Frigga replied. “Unfortunately, it’s been necessary. You’ll keep many over the years as a future Queen.”

“She’ll need an apple for that Mother.”

“Yes and before this baby comes, we’ll get her one.”

“I feel bad for them.” Said Jane. “Especially Loki.”

“So do I.” Said Frigga. She proceeded to tell them all Erika had revealed while at Eirs and by the time she was done, Jane was in tears.

“How can this be the same soul who treats Junior with so much love and kindness? I mean it’s great that he does, but would he treat Loki and Erikas children different?” She took Junior from his high chair. “I’m staying here today Frigga. I can’t be around Odin right now. Excuse us.”

She left and Thor sighed. “I don’t think she’ll ever see Father the same way again and I’m questioning if I will either.”

“I’m sorry Darling.” Said Frigga. “I came by to inform you your Father doesn’t know you’ve been told anything except what he observed you over hearing yesterday. The only way your coronation will go forward is if he continues to believe that. You mustn’t question anything regarding his actions towards Loki, or why he doesn’t believe Asta. If he thinks you sympathize with Loki about anything…”

“I understand.” Said Thor. “I must admit, I’m surprised at Father’s behavior lately. I understand his concern due to Loki’s previous actions, but he’s been a ‘model citizen’ since his release. Why is Father doing this and disregarding evidence of Astas predictions like the Healing Waters?”

“I’ve questioned this myself. He knows my magic alone isn’t enough to protect them, yet he’s purposely instigating Loki.” Frigga told Thor about Odin testing Loki and he wasn’t impressed.

“What the hell is he thinking?”

“Based on all I’ve learned from Erika, my theory is he deeply resents Loki. I think your Father partially blames him for peace not developing with the Jotuns. He also knows Loki’s children will be capable of protecting those waters.”

“Asta said this?”

“Yes.”

“How did all this come to her?” Thor asked.

“In extremely vivid dreams. They began when Erika was only a few months old and intensified in severity the moment Asta met Loki. Never in all her life had she experienced anything like them and she knew without a doubt, I would be the executor of it all.”

“How?”

“For years before we met, she’d heard my voice in dreams where she’d see Erika older. I was guiding her through life as Asta knew she couldn’t, yet Asta could never see me or make out our surroundings. She saw Erika swimming in the waters, learning weaponry and even saw Loki, yet only from behind and never knew his name. This was long before Jarles was ever hired.”

“Had she not ever heard your voice in public speeches?” Thor asked.

“No and I never forgot the moment we met. She bowed before me as Jarles introduced her and when I said hello, her head shot up and breathing deepened. Jarles asked her if she was alright, but she just kept staring at me. Out of concern, I touched her arm and her body jolted. She later described it as though an electrical current had coursed through every nerve within her.”

Thor stared in awe as she continued.

“Seconds later, Edgar was returning with Loki after visiting the dentist and stood in the doorway, waiting to be greeted. Asta took one look at Loki and fainted. Jarles thought it was her pregnancy, but I found out why soon enough.”

“Why did Asta not see herself guiding Erika?” Thor asked.

“This is another reason I don’t understand your Father. Asta predicted her own death, which I was never able to reveal until recently and it wasn’t until he learned this, that he even considered believing a word of her predictions.”

“Why did you not inform Father of these things sooner?”

“Asta believed it would create conflict between Jarles and your Father which would end negatively. The friendlier they remained, the better chance your Father and I would have of convincing Jarles to convince Erika to marry Loki.”

“You said Loki’s children would teach mine?”

“Yes. Remember Erika saying Loki wants you to value and respect him as your equal?” Thor nodded and Frigga became rather serious. “Listen to me, carefully. You mustn’t ‘ever’ forget the significance of that considering what I’m about to say, as you’ll need to teach your children the same towards their cousins. Due to their powers, two of Loki’s children will enter new worlds on missions before yours, infiltrating amongst their people and governments. Upon learning what’s needed, they’ll return to teach yours this valuable information.”

Thor stared at her, shocked. “Are you saying they’ll be shape shifters?”

“I am.”

“How many is he to have?”

Frigga smiled. “I know the numbers, but not the sexes and only two will have this ability. I’m also sworn to secrecy.”

“Why?”

“So Loki and Erika won’t choose to have them within any specific time period. Messing with their birth dates, could alter their destinies like yours.”

“Will the others have abilities?” He thought for a minute. “Wait, you know how many I’m to have too?”

“She smiled. “They all will, as will each of yours, but one.”

Thors brow furrowed. “What will be wrong with my one?”

“Nothing. He or she, will simply be born a normal Asgardian, but will have a talent for communications and become highly skilled in negotiating. They’ll work closely with one of Loki’s who will possess a very unique and specific set of skills.”

Thor went quiet, trying to process it all. “Holy shit. We’ll certainly have our work cut out for us.”

Frigga chuckled. “Yes, but first we must get ‘them’ married and having children.”

“Right.” Said Thor. “Does Father know Asta predicted all of this as well?”

“He does, yet you heard him say it’s all absurd. You must act as though you agree and go about your required business when seeing him. You can’t let him think you and Loki are getting along too well either. I’ll tell Loki the same when I see him this morning after speaking with Jarles.”

“For one who wishes to abdicate, Father certainly isn’t making it easy for himself.”

“For anyone.” Said Frigga. “That’s why I’ll be telling Loki and Erika they won’t be leaving the palace again until after your coronation and hopefully they’ll agree to spend that time in their chambers until then.”

Thor slid a hand down his face. “Oh no. Good luck convincing Loki of that.”

Two hours after informing Jarles of everything Asta had ever told him, Frigga was forced to leave him dumbfounded, yet sworn to more secrecy. Then she went to Loki and Erika.…

“Haven’t I done enough prison time?” Loki snapped. “Now you expect Erika to do it too because of him?”

“I know.” Said Frigga. “Please understand Darling? I’m trying to prevent him from bothering you any further and it’s only until Thor becomes King.”

“Thor may not agree with how he thinks Mother and I’m grateful for that, but I’m no fool. He’ll still be finding ways once retired, to torment me.”

“In that case, he’ll be spending much of his retirement alone.” She sternly replied.

Loki knew that tone meant business, but also knew she’d been looking forward to retirement. “It’s alright, I’ll stay put. Just concern yourself with Thor’s coronation and don’t worry about me. You’ve done that long enough.”

“A Mother never stops worrying about her children Loki, no matter what their age. Rest your wounds and I’ll see you soon.”

She turned to leave and Erika touched her arm. “Did my Father say anything about that young guard?”

Frigga sighed. “Yes and he didn’t survive. I’m sorry Darling.”

She left and Erika turned to Loki. “I didn’t think he would after what his friend told me and recalling those beasts.” She shuddered. “They probably tore…”

Loki put an arm around her and kissed her forehead. “Stop it Erika, you can’t keep thinking about it all. That isn’t good.”

“I know, but that won’t come easy.”

They started down the hall. “Too bad not as easily as you, hmm?”

“Very funny.” She replied. “Come, there’s much I need to tell you.”

Erika lead him to the library and he sat in awe as she revealed most of what Edgar had told her. Afterwards, he became pensive and she worried.

“Are you alright?”

Loki was deeply humbled. “I had no idea he thought so highly of me, yet I thought the same of him. I don’t recall him ever being unkind to me either, except for disapproving glances when I’d speak rudely to Mother.”

“You must have deserved those.” Erika teased.

“I’m sure I did.” Said Loki. “He had a great sense of humor too. When I was eight, Mother began teaching me how to move objects with magic in her library. Edgar was standing against some bookshelves while I focused on a rubber ball. In a flash, it suddenly sped towards a wall, bounced off across the room towards Edgar’s head and took his toupee with it, which we never knew he wore.”

Erika laughed. “What did he do?”

“He looked at us and calmly stated, ‘Well, I guess my secret’s out now isn’t it?’ Mother and I were in hysterics when he tried putting it back on while talking to it with his thick accent. ‘Why must you act out in public Samson? This behavior is highly unacceptable. I should shave you bald really.’”

“Samson?” She asked, still laughing.

Loki chuckled. “He never wore it again, but Samson became the butt of many jokes between Edgar and I.”

Erika took his hand. “He loved you like you were his own you know.”

“That’s flattering considering he was the only positive male influence I ever had. Did you know he thought quite highly of you too?”

“He did?” She asked.

“He told me when I visited him. ‘Your parents have done you a kindness with her Loki. She’s a lovely soul and will bring you much happiness.’”

“He was very sweet.” Said Erika. “I wish I could have known him better.”

“You wouldn’t have been disappointed.” Said Loki. “Although I did express my doubts about you.”

“Oh thanks!”

“You’re welcome. You can thank me later in other ways.”

“Don’t count on it!” Erika tried swatting at him with a throw pillow, but he pushed her back onto the couch and tickled her.

“You need to be faster than that.” He teased. “Even my one good arm is too skilled for you!”

“Okay, okay, I give!” She squealed.

“Ooooh, are you admitting defeat so easily my little submissive?”

“Yes! Stop!”

Loki released her and she darted off the couch. “You’re ruthless, you…”

He raised a finger. “Ah, mind your words. You may get yourself into more trouble than you bargained for.”

Erika readjusted herself. “Fine! I feel like having some wine. Care to have a glass on the balcony with me?”

“You might wish to adjust your bun first Darling. It’s a bit crooked.”

She left to do so, then found the wine outside and thought Loki had gone to the washroom. When finishing a full glass and he hadn’t returned, she became curious. Not finding him on the main floor, she went upstairs and saw their bedroom door closed. ‘Why did he come up here with crutches?’ She wondered.

When she opened the door, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, silently crying and she sat down embracing him. “Oh baby, I’m sorry for your loss. I’m so very sorry.”

#Loki #Angst #God of Mischief #Submitted fic #submission #taming the rage #chapter 60 #lokilover9 #odin #arranged marriage #palace #duties #princess #challenge

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April is National Child Abuse Prevention Month

Hey friends! How are you hanging in there? This week has been a struggle for me which included lots of crying over seemingly stupid things (i.e. our new bedroom curtains not working in our space) but which I know is really about the stress and isolation we are all grappling with right now. On a positive note, I am still obsessed with the Netflix docuseries “Cheer” despite having no interest in cheerleading or really in sports at all. It took me a while to get on board with Coach Monica but now I want to hang out with her so bad.

Did you know April is National Child Abuse Prevention Month? You might have seen some blue pinwheels on people’s lawns or outside of businesses. Or you may have been inside in quarantine for the last 1 million days so perhaps not.

I thought it might be fun (maybe fun isn’t the best word) to answer some questions I frequently get about child abuse/neglect and give an insider perspective on working in the child welfare field. I think this topic is super interesting, but I completely understand if you want to skip over this post. It’s so funny to me because in grad school I swore that I would never work in child protective services, and yet here I am two years later and I love it so much. There are so many different opinions and stereotypes about CPS so I hope this post gives you a little more knowledge.

What legally counts as child abuse/neglect?

Good question! And I wish this was easier to answer! So many things. Here are some scenarios we commonly see:

-An infant who is born drug-exposed at the hospital

-An infant/toddler who is brought to the hospital with injuries, and the parents’ story does not line up with the child’s injuries

-A parent picks their child up from school and is clearly intoxicated

-A child who tells their neighbor that their father/uncle/cousin/coach/teacher touched them inappropriately

These are just a few examples. You truly see everything in this field from the child who isn’t consistently attending school due to the family’s instability to really extreme cases such as newborn babies who are severely injured by their parents.

Who should report child abuse/neglect?

I think there is a widespread stereotype that only mandated reporters (i.e. teachers, doctors, dentists) need to report concerns of child abuse/neglect. This is not true! Anyone can and should report concerns. It is everyone’s job to prevent child abuse/neglect. I think people worry about “ratting out” their friends and neighbors, but think of it this way-what if you were preventing a child from being seriously injured or killed?

How does someone go about reporting child abuse/neglect?

Where I work (Arapahoe County, Colorado) and live (Denver County), there is both a specific county hotline and a state-wide hotline. You can call either one to make a report. You can decide whether or not to give your name and personal information. Your personal information is kept confidential from the family.

So once I make a report, how does CPS decide whether to assign the case to a social worker?

I can only speak for the county where I work, because it is different around the country, but here is how we operate: twice a day, we hold “red team” (RED stands for something but I can never remember what). This is a group of 4-5 employees from different areas (i.e. intake caseworkers, permanency caseworkers, parenting time workers). Someone reads the report of concern verbatim and we discuss the concerns as a team. We also look into the family’s previous child welfare history, as well as any legal history. Then, we have to decide whether this report meets legal criteria for assignment. This is based off of the Colorado Children’s Code, which is essentially a legal guidebook for child welfare. If we decide that the report meets legal criteria for assignment, then there are two more decisions we have to make. First, which track do we want to assign it to (there are two options, High Risk Assessment and Family Assessment Response) and what should our response time be (immediate, two-day or five-day).

What happens after a report gets assigned for assessment?

If assigned, then an intake caseworker goes to see the child and family. If it is a high risk assessment, then the caseworker needs to see the child outside of the presence of the caretakers, so sometimes they will go talk to the child at school. Sometimes they will go to the family home. The caseworker will assess the concerns using an assessment tool (it’s really just a guide of what to look for/ask about). The caseworker will talk to everyone in the home, see the home environment, and talk to collaterals.

Depending on what’s going on in the home, the caseworker may create a safety plan with the family. This is usually in situations where there is no need to remove the child, but there are some concerns that need to be addressed. An example of this is if the home is very dirty or cluttered. The caseworker and parent will make an agreement that the parent must clean the home by the following Tuesday, which all parties will sign. The caseworker will bring in other supports, for example grandparents, to help hold the parent accountable to the plan. And, the caseworker will be sure to drop in, probably unannounced, to ensure the safety plan is being followed.

Sometimes, the caseworker may need to remove the children. An example of this would be if a parent is clearly intoxicated, refuses to cooperate with the caseworker and there is no safe and sober caregiver in the home. At this point, the caseworker would need to get a verbal removal order from the court. Caseworkers cannot just come into people’s homes and take their children. We know that this is extremely traumatic for both the children and the parents, and that this should only happen if there are true safety concerns that cannot be mitigated.

If the child/children does need to be removed, the caseworker will try to work with the parent to find a kin placement. There is a common belief that kin placements need to be blood relatives, but this is not true. They can be family members but they can also be teachers, neighbors or coaches. They will need to pass a background check and (obviously) be willing and able to care for the child/children.

Sometimes there are no viable kin options, so the child/children have to be placed into a foster home.

What happens after the child is removed?

Parents should be able to visit with their children within a few days of the removal-the sooner the better. This is where my role comes in-I supervise visits for children and parents at the Department while the parents are (hopefully) working towards addressing the safety concerns and achieving reunification with their children. Sometimes I do coaching with the parents, if I feel like they need help with basic parenting skills, such as regulating their emotions during visits or talking to their child/children in an age-appropriate way.

The caseworker will write a treatment plan for the parents, which is adopted by the court. A treatment plan is essentially a list of things the parent needs to achieve/demonstrate in order to be reunified with their child. For instance, if the Department is concerned about a parent’s drug use, they may be asked to take regular drug tests and complete substance abuse treatment. But it’s important to note that it’s not just about checking off a to-do list; the parent needs to demonstrate some insight into the safety concerns and show behavioral change over time.

Where can I learn more?

Books:

-The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls is an incredible memoir about a loving but dysfunctional family. It is a beautiful book about four resilient kids, their alcoholic father and mentally ill mother.

-The Body Keeps the Score by Bessel van der Kolk is a fabulous nonfiction book about the impact of trauma on the brain and body.

-Another Place at the Table by Kathy Harrison-I actually haven’t read this one yet but I’m dying to. It’s a memoir about one woman’s 13 years as a foster parent. We’re reading it for my next work book club.

Movies/TV:

-”The Trials of Gabriel Fernandez”-I just finished this Netflix docuseries about an 8-year-old boy who was tortured and ultimately killed by his mother and mother’s boyfriend. Although it is difficult to watch at times, it was so well made. It is definitely not a positive view of child protective services (I kept saying “WE WOULD NEVER DO THAT” while watching it), but it does bring to light many of the very real flaws and limitations of the system.

-”Poor Kids”-This Frontline documentary follows three young girls growing up in poverty in the Midwest. Although it’s not directly about child welfare, the two are so intertwined that I think every social worker should watch this.

-”Removed”-This mini film on youtube will give you all the feels: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOeQUwdAjE0

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