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ℂℍ. 𝕀𝕍 — 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕞

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[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary 🗡 ⤏ cade yeager’s older sister never knows what she’ll find in their barn upon returning from her routine antiquing trips—the submission box at the driveway is often littered with junk of all kinds that they try to fix for a living. ⤏ you just never would have expected for him to take on the task of repairing a cybertronian. pairing 🗡 bayverse!optimus prime/yeager!reader word count 🗡 3.3k a/n 🗡 ⤏ here are all the unfinished snippets, as requested. thank y'all for giving so much love to this little project I never saw fully realized. it means the world to me that even the works that I don't consider my best still find homes in people's hearts. :) ⤏ the last two scenes, separated from the rest by two lines rather than one, take place during TLK. 🗡 MASTERPOST 🗡 🗡 PREVIOUS CHAPTER ⤎ 🗡

“So you're telling me," you began, "that you bought a shitty, bullet-riddled cabover that was mysteriously abandoned in an old theater, not questioning how in the hell it got in there?"

"It could've been a prop," Cade defended half-heartedly.

"And," you pressed on, "you somehow managed to find out it was a transformer by - what, exactly? Plugging it into a battery?"

"There was a hole blown clean through the radiator," your brother mumbled. “Artillery shells were in the cab. There was something up with it and I wanted to find out what - and I thought that I could knock out two birds with one stone if I bought it - him - and sold the engine block for parts.” He cast a glance up at the transformer crouched behind you both, guilt radiating off of him in waves. “You would’ve been pretty expensive, dude.”

The rusted robot blinked, but did not comment.

“I do feel bad about that,” he added. “I’m sorry.”

“There is no need to apologize, Cade Yeager,” the transformer rumbled finally. “There is a very good chance that you saved my life.”

Your brother’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and he opened his mouth, perhaps to ask how, when you directed your attention to the transformer in question.

“And you,” you started, brows furrowing. Optimus met your accusatory gaze placidly. “How did you wind up there to begin with? Why’d you came to Paris, Texas of all places? Why hide here?”

“I hadn’t a choice,” he responded (because honestly, what else could he be with that trench deep voice?), shifting back and resting his weight against one of the massive support beams holding the barn’s roof up. He folded his arms over his broad chassis, looking just as uncomfortable with the whole situation as you felt. “I was in critical condition while attempting to make my escape. My self-repair protocols were overriding my base cognizance core. I had to find shelter in order to go into stasis lock without being easily detected. Nothing short of a missile barrage or a medical override can pull a Cybertronian out of a healing-induced stasis lock.”

“Or one faulty missile,” Cade mumbled.

“You were attacked, right?” you inquired further, leaning forward and away from the smaller beam you yourself had been leaning against in an attempt to look at ease (mostly for Cade’s sake, though - he was still tenser than a rabbit because he probably thought you might jump at Optimus again, or vice versa). “By the government?”

“An organization called Cemetery Wind,” he confirmed. “They are being authorized to hunt us down and terminate us.”

You bristled, back straightening with a snap. “And you’re staying here? Endangering my family?”

Optimus, evidently, was not one to remain complacent when attacked, even verbally (or he had been through too much to allow him to), because he, too, straightened and narrowed his optics at you. “I offered to take my leave as soon as I came back online,” he said clearly and curtly, “but it was insisted that I remain long enough for repairs to be conducted.”

You turned your intense, unwavering stare to your younger brother, who visibly began to sweat.

“Look,” he started, standing up and taking a step between you and the metal titan curling his segmented lip. “I convinced him to stay. I couldn’t just let him go, he was literally falling apart! They would’ve been able to take him down with a two-by-four! He could barely stand up!"

“Cade, do you realize how much trouble you could get in for harboring a national fugitive? Offering them medical support?” you asked him, voice neutral but dire. “We’re already losing the house, do you want to go to federal prison on top of that? Think about Tessa.”

Cade pleaded your name with frustration tinging his tone. “...he’s - come on, he's hurt, can't you see that? And humans caused this! They’re hunting him like an animal! It wouldn’t be right to turn him out when he’s so-”

As if on cue, the chugging rumble originating from Optimus' chassis coalesced into several heaving cough-like sounds, dust puffing from the alien robot's mouth as his shoulders heaved and optics flickered. A frown creased your face as what must’ve been the rusted transformer’s ventilation systems sputtered and whirred in an attempt to clear whatever obstruction was trapped within.

You looked back to Cade, expression softening minutely. “Cade, you’re heart’s in the right place - it always has been, and it always will be - but...I think you’ve gotten a little in over your head this time. The risks are too big, and I don’t want to see you get hurt for trying to do the right thing.”

“I…” He paused, then sighed and shook his head. “It’s not fair,” he mumbled, crossing his arms, and you had a sudden sense of deja vu extended over a decade back.

“It usually isn’t,” you told him gently. “But...we shouldn’t let him stay here any longer. The government has eyes everywhere, and we don’t know if they’ve figured out where he is or not.”

Cade opened his mouth to protest and you reciprocated to cut him off, but Optimus had apparently had his fill of just listening.

“I did and do not intend to endanger you or your family,” he stated firmly. “I will leave immediately if you should desire it.”

You turned back to face him and straightened, eyeing him warily. “Right now?” you tested.

“Yes.” He met your intense stare with a level one of his own, lacking no less intensity. “I will be out of the state by sunrise.”

Silence, heavy and tense, stretched out between the both of you. Cade glanced between you warily, panic growing in his expression, but he didn’t dare intervene in the unspoken test of mettle and resolve. Neither of you moved, and when you narrowed your eyes Optimus narrowed his.

Finally, you let your arms fall to your sides. “How much longer ‘til you’re repaired to full combative capacity? Can you defend yourself?”

Optimus blinked and pulled his great head back in clear surprise at your clean one-eighty. Nevertheless, you could practically see the tension bleed from his battered frame. “Your brother is an impressively ingenuitive individual. He has already repaired the places with the most damage, and I am no longer in critical condition.”

“Wait, what?!” Cade interjected, his eyebrows shooting halfway up his forehead. “You were - while I was dinking around trying to figure out what to do you were dying?”

Optimus raised an optical ridge. “I was in no danger of offlining, Cade. I simply was on the verge of going back into emergency stasis-lock for self-repair. The repairs you made on my energon lines and plating breaches were enough to prevent that.”

“And - and your spark casing?”

“While it was extremely uncomfortable and had great potential to become dangerous, it was not a pressing issue at the time.”

The man sighed shakily, rubbing at his forehead and looking very clearly frazzled.

You glanced between them, eyeing the plates and wires and inner workings visible in Optimus’ joints in a new light - he was alive, obviously, but entirely mechanical. You’d almost never believed the thought of transformers existing, only ever having seen them on the news, but now that you had one sitting there in front of you, watching you with silent vigilance and wariness, you finally resigned yourself to the reality of the entire situation.

Yeah. You were probably going to regret this.

“Looks like you’ll both need to fill me in on all the specs,” you sighed, rubbing at your face. Your eyes burned with weariness but you weren’t about to let the stranger know, no matter how kindly he acted towards Cade. You met your brother’s gaze. “What you’ve already done, what we need to do, et cetera. But first, I’m making a pot of coffee.”

Cade glanced at the clock on the wall and grimaced. It was still unbearably early, but it was already too close to daybreak to go back to bed without wasting the day. “Yeah. Maybe two. I’ll go ahead and set up, and, uh...yeah.”

You cast a lingering glance at Optimus, who seemed to have relaxed for the most part, except for the fact that he was still eyeing you with careful scrutiny. You returned the look before walking out of the barn and into the dewy dawn air.

This was...going to be interesting.

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Protego Pt 7 - Back to School

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(Okay this is the closest I could find to the square faced features I picture for Lily, so we’re going with this insp gif for now. i know at least one person wanted me to try to share who I pictured in my head for each of the younger characters, and trust me if I had the tech and the time I would just make them myself, because this is nonsense to find an actor/model who matches what my brain conjures up. And surely the gif of Vivien Leigh down farther is for Jewels as I’ve used her for the long lost relatives in the later years of Anaticula. :D Enjoy the drama.)

“Full up,” Jewels said, gaining a scoff from her sister, who had the door to her chosen train car slid shut in front of her face. Still obviously in a mood of hurt feelings the sisters had become one of the more amusing groups to return to the school. Gossip inside the car of those who saw their icy demeanor at the station and entering the first year train car spread to any who might find it amusing enough to fill some of the long train ride chatting about it.

Lily moved on to find some of her Gryffindor friends. Some of the other younger members of choir gladly filled the far from full car, in her sister’s absence, and Jewels’ own dorm, to take advantage of hearing all the details in what had been missed.

They had heard before the break of the theater plans and all huddled around the pictures Regulus had charmed his camera to capture while the first performance of her hopefully long standing career to come had run on the stage. True she only said five words but there seemed to be nothing more brilliant to compare the experience to.

But her glee in the entire ride dimmed at the split of groups to fill Thestral pulled carriages to head back to the school. When Lily was seen by everyone shouting at Sirius. “Stay away from my sister! And she doesn’t want your stupid broom!” Right into his chest her hand gave a hard shove that knocked him back a step and she moved onwards to claim a closer place to the carriages.

“I have a mind of my own you know!” Jewels shouted back, instantly tearing Sirius’ wide eyes her way through the now parting crowd of older students.

“How would I know that?! You’ve been nothing but a mirror of me since we met!”

“Oh!!” Jewels could be heard growling back and was tightly grabbed by Ted Tonks and Andromeda to give the sisters some much needed space. Both at the sight of her eyes shifting colors eased Jewels back between the students hurrying off the train to get back on it at least until Lily was gone.

“We don’t associate with the likes of your family!” Lily shouted at Sirius to maintain her point only to be hit by a red burst of paint Bellatrix sent her way.

“Remember this you whiny little rodent!” Bellatrix hissed back at Lily. Now with her wand raised at the paint coated girl’s face, “No filthy little Mudblood will ever insult our family and walk away from it. Now you get on that carriage and do not ever say a false word about our cousin over there. You are not related! You are not worthy to call her sister! Next time I will remove your filthy little tongue!”

James with his own wand drawn at the dark curl haired cousin of Sirius stated aloud, “And anyone who hurts Lily has to deal with me!”

“Oh what are you going to do about it, Saint Potter!” Lucius Malfoy spoke up. Hitting James in the back with a spell that sent him face first into the carriage; the lanky blonde then walked over to grip him by the back of his cloak to toss him into the carriage.

Internally enraged by a fellow member of the Sacred 28 who was shirking the image their pureblood kin had to uphold to be welcomed in high society as the Malfoy family pressed him to be for now on a dozen years. This Potter boy was selfish and cruel without though to guidelines for such behavior their clans upheld in being so to retain their standing and dignity. Everything a common dog would be allowed to be and not worth the weighty name generations had worked to build up so he could dash it all away. Not worth the dirt on the underside of the train if he kept disgracing his family on the path to ruin all for selfish gains that change with the wind. All to force more pressure on the other Sacred 28 clans left standing when Potter would blot his family name off that illustrious list.

“Must be careful Potter, wouldn’t want to bloody that precious Gryffindor robe,” and Lucius looked sharply at Lily, “Get in the carriage with your blood traitorous boot licker, Mudblood.” Sirius, knowing he couldn’t step in to stop this, simply turned to check on the patrolling Professors, only to tap Lucius’ shoulder when one came into sight and Narcissa reversed the paint spell and used a second charm to force Lily up out of her spot she was frozen in the get inside the carriage as she was told.

Together inside the train car Ted and Andromeda guided Jewels to sit. Visibly trembling in rage, tears clouding her eyes soon to follow the one that dashed down her cheek on the way here. “Not easy being a Morpher.” Ted began with a wry forced chuckle. “Bit of a dance between being amusing and a lie at times.”

“Eyes,” Jewels uttered in a confusing reply. Though their try to ask what she meant broke when she all but growled, “Years, the pinches, shoves, reminding me not to change my eyes. or hair, or my face into a beak when I got mad!” More tears spilled down her cheeks and she glared at the duo who were more a placeholder for her infuriating sister. “No one, is ever like her!” she now whined in the momentary scrunch of her face in a flinch of a try to begin sobbing her body made only to be pulled back as she shook her head, “I could look just like her, but it’s never enough!”

Ted nodded knowingly, “Well now, there in lies the whole hippopotamus between the floating greens. She’s not you.”

Jewels scoffed and glanced away a moment roughly wiping her cheek with the sleeve bunched in her hand, “Backwards.”

“No, got it right round how it needs to be,” and she looked at him with brows furrowing and color changing green to purple eyes back on him as he said with a grin. “She’s not you, and all of you knows it. So stop trying to be her and she will see you. We all do. You can’t, but you can, if you tried.”

“He’s got a point,” Andromeda spoke up with a confirming nod. “Not easy with sisters, Merlin knows I’ve had row after row with mine. For all our parents’ hopes we aren’t copies of one another. Now, you had to hide, and as a kid you picked to look like her.”

Ted shrugged and said, “I’d have picked a neighbor,” making Andromeda nudge him in the side, only making him chuckle at his own hint of humor in this mess. “Look, Morpher, Veela, you got names for what you are. Witch to boot of a great line, a 28 line. I’m a Muggle-Born too, but in my years here, spending time with Andromeda, I get it. Not much to some people, but to a great deal of people it means a great deal parent names or no. Who are you Jewels?” and her mouth fell open at a loss for words.

Andromeda said, “Jewelia Gaunt deserves her day in the sun. So you best gather your courage while we can hide you here at school and society comes calling. We are your family too, you have such a vast family tree. But we want to know more of you.”

Internally Jewels felt about ready to break in half. Knowing all she’d learned on the last three Gaunts and the little, named justifiably close to demonic, past to her elder cousin in that line on top of this feud. The words Lily had chosen still burned in her chest and in a try to keep herself safe and her adopted family if that cousin should come calling Jewels felt an ominous cloud that gnawed at the chance to tear her away from what family she had known. “What, do you know, about the Gaunts?” Jewels managed to squeak out in a fearful tone.

“You certainly inherited the temper. Not much else, good thing too. None were fair, just off their portraits in our family ledger. So top marks on you for that.” Andromeda looked up as a voice from the open doorway turned all your heads to an unknown new member to this conversation.

“The name is what matters.” Barty Crouch Jr spoke up, having come to check on the angered twin. “I don’t reckon on being anything like my dad. But I am a Crouch, and the line will be what I shape it to be after he’s gone. Clan as a whole have rules, standards, you are the last Gaunt standing, lucky you. Whoever you are, grow to be, that is who the Gaunts will be held up to in comparison.”

“And if I fail, at everything?” she asked fraily and he chuckled to Andromeda’s widening smile.

“Can’t fail, not in our eyes. See, we don’t fail. Gaunts were poor, then rich, all dead, then you pop up out of thin air like a Muggle magic trick. Can’t fail. Go broke, forge ahead all on your own, no matter what the name can only go up in renowned.” He accented with a nod and gestured behind him, “Professors are doing a head count. Coast is clear, up you pop before I let your Sevy and Sirius scrap it out to see who gets to come fetch you.”

“In front of the whole school,” Jewels groaned and hung her head back a moment before rising reluctantly to her feet, “And I’m the one pinched and prodded to not cause a scene!” he stepped back to let the trio out, following after so see what he said was already underway. Severus and Sirius were on either side of the door bickering around Remus who stood between them shaking his head at the current scene.

“I’m not giving back the broom!” Jewels said pointedly, ending the argument mid stomp onto the first step out of the train car.

“Good, wouldn’t have accepted it anyways.” Sirius replied watching her walk to Severus’ side, who relaxed his stance a few moments seeing she was intact at least.

“What happened with you two?” Severus asked, increasingly concerned at the rift he noticed over the final blip of the holiday break that seemed to now be the size of a crater by morning at this rate. Gently guiding her along to head for the carriages, “You never quarrel like this.”

“She started it,” Jewels flatly replied and he huffed to that vague response he couldn’t sense a way to help fix things from that alone.

“Jewels,” he tried to argue but she cut him off.

“You didn’t hear what she said to me!” Jewels all but hissed in a sharp whisper that had his lips part.

Ted cut between them and eased his arm around Jewels to the sight of some feathers beginning to sprout out between strips of her hair to show she was getting angry again, “Now, now, we are going to have a nice supper and all get some rest.” Leading her within sight of the Professors marking names down of all the students to ensure none get left behind for a possible stolen shopping spree or worse mischief.

Subtly over winter break Jewels had been easing her true facial structure out. One she was slightly terrified to see in the mirror knowing it might set off more nightmares of the trapped woman with that same face. And on the long winding walk up to the Great Hall in sections she had shifted her hair into varying shades of the rainbow. To hopefully gain a color she might find more appealing to stick to over red.

A strange new face in the mix of returning students had Professor Kettleburn on patrol in the halls to the welcome back feast do a double take. Calming only at the telltale bag the teen girl had pinned to her side shaped like a whale that inside the school grounds began to wiggle its fins. Revealing the impressive charm she had read about and wished to try a few months prior in one of her regular study sessions in the library.

Both sisters were here and by the whispers of the other students a whopper of a fight had been missed by the Professors near the trains that had no sight or word to share of the student contained trouble. Rumor that had most of the Professors glad they were sorted separately so that perhaps a night to sleep on it would help matters.

But it was the sunken expression during dessert on Jewels’ face that had them and more of the students concerned to the fall of her eyes to her lap. Where her now open bag sat and she had blindly opened the small notebook she’d written all the information about her mother she had been able to find. Which, was painfully only enough for three half pages and a picture taped to the back of one page.

Andromeda in another stolen glance to the girl between her and her boyfriend Ted, asked, “Why are you staring at a picture of a wall?”

Ted to that peered over shifting his mouthful of tart to the side to argue, “Clearly it’s the door that’s impressive. Fine decorative woodwork there.”

Andromeda over Jewels’ head asked him pointedly, “Who jinxed that tart? There’s no door in the picture.”

Ted shook his head as he looked to the book to tap the door on the image and Jewels looked up at Andromeda with furrowed brows. “Door, right there. Something solid, oak, or, I don’t know, something solid. Dad always says anything solid has to be oak.”

“There’s no door, Ted. Don’t try to be funny.” Andromeda argued back.

“There is a door,” Jewels cut in and had the both of them to look at her. Andromeda with brow arched in disbelief and him gesturing her way to proof he was right.

“You’re serious?” Andromeda asked and that had Jewels draw in a sharp breath.

“There’s a door.” Jewels replied flatly and that had Andromeda remove a hand to a few inches from the book palm up.

“Can I borrow that?” The tuck of the book against Jewels’ belly has her add, “Won’t hurt it. Bring it right back.” Jewels relented and Andromeda swiveled around, legs tucked up to do so, and onto her feet she snuck to hurry farther down the table and hold the open book in front of a blonde girl down near to the other end. Seen to ask, “You see a door here?”

The girl nodded and tapped the door on the picture, thanked and now curious in the hurry of the prefect back to her previous spot. Gaining even a few hushed commentary from the Professors who took notice of the curiosity brewing.

Andromeda gave it back, “Got to be a bewitched door only Morphers can see, it’s a blank wall to me.”

Ted looked Jewels over at notice her roots and brows were darkening to black in the sink of her mood also urging more of her real face out. “Jewels. Where’s that door?” Concern flooding out of his tone for how she looked closer to tears more now than a couple minutes before.

“It’s a picture from the Muggle police report in my adoption file.” Jewels murmured sadly.

Andromeda asked, resting her hand now on the younger girl’s back. “Why did that have this door in it?”

“It’s where they found me, inside the house.” She said and the couple let out a collective puff of air. Now realizing that might not be a shadow on the dark wood floor at the foot of the door as they had first presumed.

“Well that must have been a powerful spell to have kept whatever, or whoever out.” Andromeda said in a hopeful tone that had Jewels misty eyed look up at her again. Full doe eyed stare unable to be hidden like the pleading gaze that fact might be true. “Your Mum must have been some Witch to do that. My family is notorious for spotting bewitched items, and I can’t catch hint of it.” Her hand patted again and Jewels glanced at the picture again, now with a grin ghosting across her lips to the fact she moved the book to bring out a pen to add the notes on the door onto the pace across from it.

A task hiding the second stolen glance over her head by the couple who were only more confused as to how she might have ended up in that Muggle orphanage in the first place. Across the table though argument from a pair of fellow choir members had Jewels snap out of her emotional bubble to groan and grimace as they did to the thought of the performance in Hogsmeade in a couple weeks usual for the group Flitwick had been warning of extra practices the week before holiday break so none would be surprised about it. But the relief of the calmer topic and mood of the shorter tempered twin would be short lived.

“How could you let them talk to me like that?!” Lily sharply whispered to her sister on the crowded walk from the welcoming supper to their divided dorms in the separate towers.

Eyes rolled from older students at this round two they knew Professors would hear if they kept it going long enough.

Jewels fired back inside the crowd of students that slowed to have full audience to this car crash in the making. “That’s fresh, coming from you Miss, ‘I wish we never brought you home’ Evans. You don’t want me to be your sister, fine. I should have known once you got tangled in that Potter boy’s clutches you’d turn out just as heartless as him.”

A collective mental “ooh” rippled around to that crowd who were glad Potter was still farther back down the hall unable to hear.

Jewels paused in her try to walk away and asked, “How fast do you think you’d have pushed me away if we’d been sorted to the same house? Maybe it’s better we’re not in the same house. Why would I ever want to be like you? I wish I’d known how you’d turn out when I was a kid, never have turned my hair red in the first place. I might grow a beak when I’m mad and wings, sure. But that’s all on the outside. Why would I want to look like a heartless beast like you?” Then she walked off leaving her sister open mouthed with tears brewing in her eyes at the words she had hurled at Jewels weeks prior aimed right back at her.

Out of the slower crowd Jewels’ dorm mates hurried to catch up to her. Snickering internally at what even with half this clearly long brewing argument brought with them from the break at home there were some verbal mastery work involved that had Jewels more points ahead on count of jabs. Right in the middle of a swiveling set of stairs they caught up to her and spoke to her for the rest of the way up, being given the gist that the Black brothers had given her a broom and the fight over that had now spiraled into this mess.

Fit for a Princess. Just as she first mentally remarked the gothic styled RavenclawTower was decorated so posh in soft blues and silver. Satins and velvet on the chaise lounges and love seats in small groups for teas around stained glass tables. And those between the regal armchairs paired to clawed footstools, much softer than they looked with sections of bookshelves marked to each student so all could have their own private library if they do wished when the study bubbles were free. The latter sat upon silencing charm laced carpets designed to match the finery.

Around the circular space more than one fireplace to spread heat for all spaces and ambiance to encourage white noise for concentration much like the hovering enchanted instruments any could ask to play background music to set the mood as well during House study time.

Cushioned nooks resembling short canopied beds fit for royalty were the bottom layer to a short spiral staircase fed ledge that held another set of bookshelves and a desk for each of them. Angled like a K off the outer walls, so that if they do wanted the top of the canopy could be used as a puffy moss resembling hammock of sorts for lounging. Scented to encourage brainpower and focus. All to pair with the enchanted ceiling above every student’s designated section that would cast colorful mist to resemble a peaceful sunny day and numerous clouds to ponder and daydream their free time until firmer thoughts came to fruition that also could turn to the night sky if stargazing was more preferred in the thought process. One of the seasonal looks for the dorm, that like the staircases tended to change, but was never far from superb an environment to test the mind.

The bath was like from right out of a palace, private claw footed tubs leaned to relax and read in and ample mirrors. Much like the one she now stood at to look at the face she inherited from a very powerful Witch who died protecting her. Still no name beyond Unnamed Mother. Not yet ready to show her pitch black locks she settled on a deeper maroon highlighted look underneath shimmering snow like white shade to be a more appealing twist on Slytherin’s silver beard and brows as she apparently was no longer welcome as an Evans.

“What was the mess with the door?” The blonde fellow Morpher asked, turning Jewels to face her.

“Oh, think it was the door to my birth mother’s room. Andromeda said she couldn’t tell it was bewitched though. Family is good at that apparently.”

The blonde nodded and said, “Well, if it’s not bewitched you could look into Morpher Runes?”

“What now?”

“Uh, third year there’s an elective of Ancient Runes, part of the deeper study is Morpher Runes. Only Morphers can see them or items they are marked on. But Muggles can see the items if you’re after learning them to keep your sister out of your things. If the Blacks can’t find an bewitched then might be that.”

“Oh, thanks, I’ll look into that.” The blonde nodded and Jewels hurried to bring out her same notebook to write those runes down as well to find a book on them the next day.

History of Magic would open the following day, and the walk to the classroom would only prove that the night apart did nothing to calm this feud. Both sisters ignored the other and chose to keep among their houses at least up to the door to the classroom.

“Ah. There you are Miss Evans,” the ghostly Professor Binns remarked with a kind gleam in his eyes at a truer display of the young girl he’d known to be hiding herself away in plain sight. “I am honored and quite pleased to have met more of you. All of us dearly prize the chance to meet the rest of you in time.”

“Thank you, Professor,” she replied sheepishly and had him chuckle to himself on her patch past him to take her usual seat.

Not many wished to sit up front as she usually did. Remus and Barty Jr out of the crowd slipped into the seats on either side of hers. Onto the desk she situated her usual notebook and self writing quill so she could bring out her second notebook and a second quill as they brought out a single set of each. Much like other classes they would be peering over her shoulders to track her note taking process to keep up. James and Sirius, when Lily and Severus blocked themselves in the back row on the end to keep away from Jewels continuing their talk, James took Barty’s free side and Sirius split to take the free seat on Remus’ right.

Lowly Sirius muttered to Remus in the shuffle to get his own notebook out of his bag now sitting open on his lap, “First chance we get, we’re breaking into Headmaster’s office.”

Remus nodded and leaned closer to murmur back so Jewels wouldn’t hear, “We can check the map.” An idea that had Sirius grin and peek around his friend at the girl they hoped to help through this trying mystery.

A question a good twelve minutes into the opening of his lecture and Professor Binns smiled at the stunning lift of Jewelia’s hand after she read back what he’d said. “Close,” the Professor responded and clarified the small detail that many got hung up on and she hastened to write the question, her answer and his explanation between the options down in case of some distinct wording she could find on an exam later. Adding stars around it to be sure she would not miss it later. Same as three of the boys around her, James already was nodding off like many students in the back rows.

After class when everyone seemed to dart out of the room to free time Jewels lingered behind to speak to the Professor hovering to the side of his desk, eyes fixed upon the girl he could tell wished to speak to him. “Something troubling you, Jewelia?” Clutching her bag and books to her chest she walked over to come stop in front of him.

“You, you’ve been, around, a good while,” she said timidly and he chuckled to himself.

“That I have. Ask what you like, pre or post mortem.” He joked to try and help her relax at his death not being a sore topic.

She nodded and asked through her reluctance, “Do you know anything about the Gaunts?”

“I have heard talk of a small number of them. It was not until the 1900’s that most Wizarding families wished to send their children to magical schools. Might this family be in relation to the curious note of our Founder portrait of Slytherin that you belong to his kin?”

“Yes, partly. I found out I am a Gaunt.”

“Ah,” he replied at her near whisper of an answer. “Other than the eyes, and the rumored temper many have tale of. Does the lack of living relatives trouble you? Lack of history or common ideals to learn of?”

“Well they certainly hated Muggles,” she replied lowly and he nodded again, hearing low echoes of his next class taking their time in coming to his classroom. After clearing her throat she asked, squeaking unintentionally at the end of her sentence. “It would seem I am one of the 28, does that mean I have to hate Muggles too?”

“Oh most certainly not. Some still hold that prejudice. However you are known to have been adopted and raised by Muggles, and for all they know those parents and sister could be Squibs and none would look down on you for maintaining that bond. They raised you, surely there are no other Gaunts alive I have knowledge of. These are troubling times and many hold firm to the grudge from slain Witches over the centuries that led to the divide of our two worlds but you must hold to hope, this fight will end.”

When the first second year came into the room she smiled at him and said, “Thank you, Professor.”

“Should you require more assistance many on staff would be able to lend a hand.” He added vaguely to not disclose their conversation topics to the older students, avoiding more gossip at her expense if they took it the wrong way.

Right to the library she went to head over to the guide book on common topics. Warmed instantly by the scent and sounds of the space she’d always felt most welcome on school grounds. Not wanting to speak loudly she whispered to the book and accepted the slip of paper off a stack the enchanted quill resting on that same stand copied down for her. “Thank you.” Back towards the historical section of the library she moved, to find the top five books on the list to check those out and start there in a gradual build of facts on this ongoing struggle between the two worlds.

An out of place origami stingray floated over to her in line behind two older students at the book desk, and in unfolding itself revealed a note from Professor Sprout to come to her classroom. Softly she huffed to herself and continued to wait until she was free to leave with the hefty books Librarian Pince helped to shrink to fit inside her bag and shared the proper spell to resize them again at her first chance to read them. One end of the vast castle grounds to the other she walked, mood souring at the loss of the free class slot the longer she walked.

“I’m not apologizing.” Jewels said cross armed in front of Professor Sprout, who had heard from the other first years in this class of the blow out fight that had happened the night before. Them and the Headmaster who granted her means of a special form of discipline used only in certain circumstances by staff to hopefully nip this problem in the bud. Almost having been mistaken as an intruder at the school for how different her doll like face, just meant for the stage and silver screen, looked compared to Lily’s squarer features, but with eyes and voice that told who Jewels was without a doubt. The same face the brothers and Alastor would know as it eased out more and more in their time alone with her at the theater and on their travels to help find her true lineage.

“After all I have to put up with, her using my face to hide all these years. All the looks and whispers on which one of us is the one who is mad in the head talking to snakes and sprouting beaks and feathers-..” Sprout raised a finger, stunned at the bitter hiss of a venomous tone Lily spoke in at her sister without so much as a glance at the multi colorfully haired and eyed one of the duo.

“Jewelia go tend your Mandrake root, then enjoy the rest of your break. I need to have a word with your sister.”

“Yes, Professor,” Jewels said trudging back to her station. And in passing the boys enamored by the sisters in trouble, who had been obviously listening in, she lowly muttered to herself all the way to her designated pot amusing more students in the Slytherin/Gryffindor mingled classroom Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw would be attending the following day.

“What’d she say?” Alastor eased over to ask her lowly after he’d flung his protective glove near to her foot in excuse to fetch it.

“Tried to make us apologize,” Jewels muttered through clenched teeth and he bent to fetch his glove.

“This has higher ups all over it. Sprout rarely gets involved outside of Puff matters. Hmm.” And he eased away back to his spot when Sprout’s teaching assistant was turning to check over the students on his end of the greenhouse.

“It would seem you require some humble pie, Miss Lily.” The Professor said having added a special root to the tea for a rarely used but acceptable punishment for students who behave this way under these circumstances. One that would inexplicably cause her to change her appearance. To let Lily know exactly what her sister suffered to control all of these years. “That and some compassion and some empathy for your younger sister. Who you should have been more forgiving of. Let this lesson sink in before a wound too deep to repair is set in.”

The point wouldn’t take long to set in, but for two weeks she would be slipped the root. And only after those two weeks, then she would be freed of the effects and the Professors would just have to sit and wait to see if the more short tempered one would be easily forgiving now some perspective had been granted to the other party in the blow out.

Right back to the library Jewelia went. Straight for the back section of the library in charge of storing copies of every school paper throughout the years. Another enchanted book was approached. The final step up to the podium it sat on had the young teen flinch when it heavily opened its front cover to an introductory page with instructions on how to use the directory. “I would like copies of everything written about or by the Gaunt family. Please.” Nothing seemed to happen and her eyes scanned over the divider enclosed space to ensure none were hidden away to hear her use this wrong. Out of three posts topped by lanterns circular openings spun into view to release ghostly nine tailed foxes that shot out to scour the drawers coming out of what resembled to be unnoticed moving block designs on the far wall and rotating racks of hanging records on the three aisles inside the enclosure.

Nearly her size the copies of the papers sat atop a table. One at a time she got to shaking the papers and handed the original back to the ghostly fox helpers. Older students who were intending to study, but were stuck on motivation let their curiosity have them follow hint of where the mysterious young teen had gone to. Not able to see the helpers who carried papers away, but with a few quiet waves to other older students back at their abandoned table more bodies came over to help in the copying process. Each chuckling at the hefty dig for some assumed research extra credit project to impress the Ravenclaw paper.

“You know,” the stoutest of them started in a thick Scottish accent, “Won’t take this much to get on the school paper. Let alone the Rav one. Someone might be pulling your leg at this task if they gave you an earful o’ that.”

“Oh,” she let out in a breathy chuckle letting go of another paper they would see floating back to its former home. “No, found my adoption papers. Digging into my birth family.”

“Ah,” a few of them exclaimed in wonder for who the former students could be.

“Well plenty of folks ‘round here would be keen to hear ‘bout them when you get a full picture on that family tree.” The tallest of them added with a hoped to be comforting grin. All of them helped her to finish off the stacks she used the spell the Librarian gave her to add into her bag and hurry off to her next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts. And a fourth beside them added in, “And don’t go forgetting the Treasury Room either. Heaps of trophies that didn’t get their heyday in the papers due to odd happenings.”

Inside that classroom talk of the first transformation Lily underwent was shared to the tune of scattered giggles from those who had seen her suddenly sprout scales, a tail and horns soon swapped for a full body of fur and a snout moments later. Though it did seem amusing at first to her younger sister the mental argument of a lack of someone to jab at her and shove her out of sight when said transformations happened only lessened the similarity between the two situations.

Alastor in a peek at Jewels’ bag from his seat had him smirk at the shrunken hoard of newspapers and books she shuffled beyond to bring out all she required for that class and Transfiguration after. By the time the half hour break prior to lunch the guys had heard from older students about the library paper records dig same as Lily, who stormed off to go sulk at another low blow her younger sister fired her way when she felt she couldn’t sink any lower.

Alastor, off his plan to go and do just what Jewels did and check for record of the Gaunts in the papers, he then turned to go and head for the Treasury instead. For half an hour he used glowing name charms that would float around and find trace of the Gaunt name, same as for Riddle, walking between each pulsing orb to write down what each was.

Meanwhile Sirius had broken through a crowd to tug a fellow first year, and secret Muggle-Born, into a side hall confusing the other students he had been talking to. “You can get at the Slytherin House ledgers, right?”

“Yes,” he answered haltingly. Uncertain of why Sirius had picked him.

“Good. I know they’re locked to members of the house only, so if I give you a name, years he studied here and a couple sickles you would quietly dig into them?” He tried to disguise the matter and said, “My cousins and I are in a sort of competition to find the out some more on older Prefects who sort of vanished on the wind like Merlin. I got one in Slytherin House.”

“Oh,” he said looking at the folded slip of paper in Sirius’ hand, “Sure, common room is empty around five, I could check then and give you notes at supper.”

Sirius grinned at him, patting the boy on the arm, “Thanks mate.” Trade of the coins between palms and they walked back for the boy to make an excuse on notes from class requiring clarification by the odd part time Slytherin couch surfer the others seemed to just accept. Sirius on his own went to the library to fill in more on that cruel cousin the Nun had warned Jewels of searching out to see if hints might pop up before he broke back into the Headmaster’s Office on what he could have seen there with his name on it.

Stacks of papers were plopped onto Remus’ bed startling the lanky teen reading atop it. “Got the papers on Riddle and bribed a Muggle-Born to dig in to the house ledgers. Alastor is on his own moves and we have ten minutes to lunch,” Sirius rattled off on his move to hop onto the bed. Tucking his legs up to cross in front of him he grabbed the top copy while Remus set aside his book to grab a copy of his own. For ten minutes with quills and spare bits of parchment notes were made on anything that might be useful.

Echoes of a radio in the common room rattling off a melancholic hum of two new Wizards gone missing without sign of return cut off by the hand of a young relative who had the station playing nightly in case of updates. Lately some students more than others were making more trips to the Owelry and on the edge of their seats for morning post, and others around them much like the Professors merely let them have space to be worried and not bother them about it unless asked themselves for input.

Wait for Potions class in three hours after lunch always had the first years excited. Jewels, out of those hoping for time in the snow was back in the library, to have more room at one of their tables to spread out the papers she had copied. A hand sliding one of the five she had in wait to replace the one she was reading to be straighter on the stack had her look up at Alastor. Beside her he lowered to sit and leaned in to lowly say, “Checked the Treasury for you. Gaunts didn’t do much in terms of spare achievements aside from what looks like a season, for one cousin,” out of his notes he found the right page to show her, “On the Slytherin Quidditch team.” He flipped to another page, “And a potion competition Merope participated in.”

“That’s all you found?” she asked in accepting the pages that didn’t seem to have much on them to build a picture of personality or drive for the family line.

“In the Treasury, yes,” out of his pocket he brought a manila envelope he opened to bring out the clipping from inside he showed her. “Got this from the Prophet, only thing mentioning Riddle aside from the articles on Morfin is a mention he worked in Borgen and Burkes during a remodel on Knockturn Alley some decades ago.”

She nodded and read through the finger length column in the paper and let out a sigh mid plop of it on the table in front of her. Across his lips a grin eased and he continued, “Nothing else from them, but I did get this letter,” bringing out a folded letter from the envelope he showed her. “Some Auror named Fudge put his foot in the way cautioning me on digs into the personal matters of other Wizards when I wrote to the Ministry on a possible death inquiry. So we’re certainly onto something.”

“That’s good, right?” she asked and he nodded, “He isn’t just vanished then?”

He shook his head and joined her in looking up at Rudolphus Lestrange who offered him a sealed letter. Hint of his grip reluctant to let loose just yet had Alastor rummage in his pockets for three knuts the older boy smirked in accepting. “Ta,” Alastor said now able to claim the letter freely.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Rudolphus hummed in a step back to turn away going about his day now with the coins slid into his pocket.

“What did you just pay for?” Jewels asked with concern in her voice that had Alastor grin back at her mid blind open of the envelope.

“His dad works on interrogations for the Ministry and at Azkaban prison. Asked over break if he’d convince his dad to check for Riddle on the Ministry lists.” Once open the both of them leaned in to read the letter that came up another dead end. “So he’s not in prison or questioned.”

“Then, we’re back at nothing,” she huffed and he looked her way again.

“Or he fled abroad. Just leave this to me. Right up my future career tasks to hunt down foul little criminals. I will make inquiries abroad and dig for more clues on where he might have clawed his way off to hide. True test of my metal and you need not hover in worry. For now, I’ll help you dig more into these.”

That had her grin again as he pocketed all the letters and envelopes to grab his own paper, “I want to circle their mentions and see if anything else important of the time is named too.” She stated, leaning forward to hover over her own paper again.

Hours she circled things and put stars by others building a small stack of those that had been read. Ignoring the chatter around them in what free time they had, of other students gossiping still about the sisters and numerous others who plotted to send one of their groups to go and see what the younger was up to with all those newspapers. Warning of the time found them clearing up to hurry and make the long trek to Professor Slughorn’s classroom for Potions.

Another stunned Professor who watched the duo take up the open spots in the middle of the left seats nearest a trio of intimidating snakes carried on his class to get the start of term lesson underway. Feud still raging on the Professor moved around the room able to feel the tension between both silent sisters. But he had to hope the ability to keep quiet and civil in the same space could prove a good sign for when anger waned. Years he had seen numerous siblings at war almost and this like others had to come to an end eventually.

Flitwick in Charms seemed to have a better mood than all the others. Simply pleased to see the required divide between two very different sisters each requiring room to shine. This had to happen. He was sure of it, or the both of them would be at war their entire lives battling for who was to blame. All through the class he did go an as he usually did, making certain to stop and speak to Lily in a comforting way after her three transformations throughout his lesson. Twice she had to step out to keep from crying and he helped her back to his seat without causing a big scene or allowing others to, and now with a receding patch of cow fur on her hoof ended left arm she tearfully nodded to his next check in on her.

“Are you feeling better now, Miss Evans?” he asked her.

“Now I just have to get through supper and I can hide in my room,” she replied sheepishly.

Swiftly he let out a breath and said, “This is not to drive you to hide, Miss Evans.”

“Well I don’t see how this is fair,” she replied in a cracking tone of voice.

“The Muggles have a saying, walk a mile in another man’s shoes,” and she nodded wiping her cheek on her shoulder to avoid moving her half cow leg of an arm in case it would get worse. “Consider yourself walking. People, including children often bear little compassion for those who suffer in ways they have not experienced.”

“They’re all just taking her side!” James cut in and Flitwick gave him a pointed glance.

“You are excused, Mr Potter! I will not have you worsening matters with your poor attitude!” Flitwick said and pointed to the door. With an eye roll to the door he moved as Severus stayed behind, looking at a distance to Jewels, who did not seem any bit pleased by this punishment put on her sister. To Lily the Professor spoke again, “Now, Miss Evans, I personally would not have chosen this route, but then again I am not the Headmaster and in charge of the applicable list of punishments to students. I would like you to remember just one thing, throughout all of this window of time you are to be out of control to your outward appearance.” Right into his eyes hers fixed in a steady gaze uncertain of what bit of advice he like all the other Professors would offer her. “This sensation of lack of control will end.”

“I already know I must wait it out,” she said with furrowed brows and he waved a hand between them to cut her off.

“There will be a day when this trouble of yours stops,” he tried to clarify and she still did not get it, but Severus did and tapped her arm to stop her next try to argue.

“He means Jewels has to live with this forever, and you don’t,” Snape said and her jaw dropped open.

“I already knew that,” she argued and stomped off away from both of them, “Give someone else a snout or fur and a tail twelve times a day!”

Flitwick simply looked up at Severus who sighed and picked up his bag to go follow after her, “She always calms down after a few hours.”

Shaking his head Flitwick turned and smiled seeing Jewelia still there, having been trying to think of how to organize things in her crowded bag or if she should just carry the spare notes and packet given in class to complete for a later grade the following week. “Are you excited for our performance in a couple weeks?”

“Excited would not be the first word I would choose.” She answered making him chuckle.

“Given time she will come around. Perhaps after she steps out of her own way. Hopefully in time to celebrate your first performance, I will not keep you longer just do not forget our spare practice tonight.”

“I won’t, thank you Professor.”

When she’d gotten back to her dorm to leave her things there and free her hands for the trek down to supper she was met by other choir members who were already showing off their chosen outfits for the performance. Something she joined in on, a navy blue dress with stars stitched into it that the others found very lovely, albeit a less flashy look than others had chosen, but one unique to herself and personality. She didn’t want to deal with this alone, but after supper she returned to get back to a bit more digging in those papers until bedtime.

Daily she got through more, eventually making use of a letter home to ask for some spare scrapbooks and decorative papers she had lying around at home to be sent to her. To be made of use in combining clippings and removed spare articles to fill in events at the school and in the world. Papers to the books she checked out more of her free time was spent in the library. Added amongst the next round of books was one on Morpher Runes as well as special charms to force people to keep away. Daily she had to brush away papers loaded with more worrying headlines some new students to every one to create a wall of books to block out Lily when she decided to come and share in the easier hideout. So at least she could have more resources from studying and be guaranteed to not have much noisy people around her to laugh at her expense.

Pt 8

#Hogwarts #Marauders Era #Jewelia Evans #Lily Evans #Sirius Black #Lucius Malfoy #Bellatrix Black #Narcissa Black #James Potter #Scuffle in Hogsmeade #Welcome Back #Sisters Feuding #Professor Sprout #Humble Pie #Severus Snape #In the Library #Harry Potter

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Wayne Girls AU, that was Bruce with Rachel and Janis. Especially Rachel.

Grown man had to hype himself up when it was time to lay down the law. Couldn’t stand to have any of them be upset with him. Alfred had to stand guard to make sure he didn’t go back on any of his groundings.

Diana getting a crash course in Girl Dad™️ when Batman had to lecture Robin. The man was close to sobbing into his hands after Robin ran out of the room crying “You’re breaking my heart, Daddy.”

Diana: You’re the parent, is it not normal to discipline one’s child?

Bruce: You don’t understand, she’s mad at me. She won’t want to talk to me now.

Diana: I see, so men are the weaker parent.

Bruce taking Cosmetology classes when he first gets Rachel to make sure that he’s able to do her hair. Brucie Wayne might be a ditzy himbo but his little girls are gonna be rocking the cutest hairstyle anytime they leave the house. Braids, updos, ponytails, bows, clips and ribbons he has it all mastered.

Bruce buying those child alarms that are popular in Japan for all of his girls when they first start as Robin as a precaution. They all get a case of bedazzled pepper spray for a gift at least once.

Bruce having a slight fear of when the girls decide to band together for a common goal that’s not for the greater good. Either he’s gonna get played, someone will have their self esteem destroyed, half a city will be on fire, someone will get robbed, and/or all of the above.

Bruce joking that Carter is his favorite cause he finally has a bro to talk to in the house. But really it’s cause Carter won’t roast him as maniacally when he does or wears something corny.

While all the Robins are quick witted and can talk smack, Janis was the most vicious one. She never lets anyone get the first or final word, any kind of fight she made sure to win, always making sure no one saw any weakness. She was a literature/theater nerd she had a talent with prose and word play.

Though it was never directed at anyone she viewed as defenseless or vulnerable. She tried to be the symbol of strength and protection that Robin was to her.

Tabitha being the best liar of the whole family, cause that’s just how kids with strict parents grow up to be. Can and has gotten away with lying to Superman. Could probably get away with murder but won’t cause then she’ll let Rachel down. Struggles with living up to the image of being a “Good Girl” and her actual thoughts, wants, and needs. Janis jokes that Beth’s anxiety and people pleasing issues are the only things keeping her from taking over the world.

Rachel having conflicted feelings of being settling down and having a family. Not wanting to be tied down so soon but being worried she’ll miss her window. Unsure if she’ll be willing for perform any more emotional labor for more people especially since some days it seems like her sibling will always need her on speed dial. Flip flopping between adopting or wanting to experience pregnancy.

Dami growing up with love advice that basically sums up to “Communication is key” and “Dump him” but each sister was a different interpretation for each situation that she might as well just flip a coin. Janis, a true Jane Austen die hard, maintaining that romantic outlook for her Mister Darcy but is sadly less self reflective than Lizzie.

Alfred being worried that none of the girls will have a traditional wedding but still having a dream wedding journal for each one if the time ever came. He’d be a terrifying drill master to make sure the day went perfectly but it’s all with good intentions.

Bruce having no conscious desire for grandkids cause his babies should stay his babies. But once he gets that first grand baby it’s like he fell in love all over again. All his grandkids are his best friends and he’s their “Grand B/Paw Paw/Grandaddy.”

Sorry I've had this saved in my ask forever bc I keep rereading it because it's always so much Fun when someone engages with your dumb, indulgent AU.

Bruce is, at the same time, both a stricter but also more permissive parent with the girls. You're So Right that he hates when they're mad at him and dotes a bit more on them than he did with the boys. But at the same time he is bound and determined not to make a big deal of the fact that he has daughters, that they're just as capable as sons. He stood up so much for Rachel when she first started as Robin, justifying her skills and making sure no one thought less of her. For all the fights and struggles the kids have with B over the years, they never forget that he supports them 100% and never treats them as less.

I also love exploring the relationship each of the Robins has with their femininity. Rachel came to the Manor way more girly, she was used to parading around the circus in dresses and with pretty accessories. Growing up the adopted daughter of a wealthy billionaire, not to mention becoming the first young sidekick, not to mention female sidekick, made her dial back to be take seriously. Plus as she grew into a beauty it soon became uncomfortable at times to express herself that way. Janis was a Tomboy and saw it as a weakness which is just another point of contention when Beth comes in as (seemingly) a sweet princess. Beth was raised to be a pretty, thoughtless thing so her combining her rougher, more practical side with the fun frivolities of being feminine is about her claiming herself and not what others want to make of her. By the time Dami comes along, there's a whole spectrum and femininity around and she's able to decide what amount works for her.

Tabitha is the first to marry but Janis is the first to have (ie adopt) kids and Bruce, who was so stoic with his kids, just melts for his grandkids. He loves his daughters so much, respects them but also fears them bc of how capable they are a) as vigilantes and b) at manipulating the hell out of him. Beth will turn on her big sad eyes, Rachel will shyly twirl her hair, Dami will bite her lower lip and he will do Anything. The JLA makes fun of him but they're not much better when the Bats use their evil powers on them.

#wayne girls au #its such a self indulgent au but I love it so #I keep crawling back to it #I love genderbends that seriously analyze how gender affects personality and the narrative #like so many things stay the same #but there are subtle changes and that affects the larger story and #its just so interesting #also like I project so much onto tabitha its frankly embarassing #ive never projected as hard onto a character/oc she shes my special lil gulp shitto

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October

(A Spooky Month AU Series)

PART 3/CHAPTER 3: Unanswerable Questions.

Summary: A 19-year old Skid ends up moving back to his old town for the sake of nostalgia. But he finds himself surrounded by familiar faces.

TWS FOR CHAPTER: IMPLICATIONS OF GRIEF, PANIC ATTACK MENTIONS, SLIGHT TRAUMA.

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Glistening pale sunlight glistened down on the familiar town he had lived in—in his childhood days, it always seemed so bright and full of life, and so dark, yet fun and playful. Though he guessed to him back then, innocence was the rose-tinted glasses he had been gifted for a short period of time until his mother had.. no, no, he didn't want to think about what had happened. Not now.

He was starting to get the feeling that this town might not have been the best idea to move back into, as even looking at the slightest familiar sight would make him choke with a mix of grief and nostalgia.

Nearly, he had almost collapsed upon seeing the old movie theater that had still been the same as it had always been. Nearby strangers had been worried for his shaking figure, though he brushed it off, and kept walking. He didn't need people worrying for him, not now.

And now, he had been sitting at a table with Susie, the sister of his former friend. She had been grinning, laughing as she reminisced on all the short periods of time they had spent together while he had only been just 8 years old. He laughed too, though only because it was rather.. nice to think of how things used to have been.

(Susie said with a grin at some point; "I remember when you and Pump stole my homework." Though her tone seemed rather ominous, as if she had still held a grudge for such a thing.)

Susie had told him of how she had been working in an office now, constantly having to make time for things and losing track of time when she had written constantly at her desk. She was a hard worker it seemed, yet she held an optimistic grin regardless of it anyway. A sheet of pastel yellow had still coated her dress, illuminating her facial shape in the sunlight. It was funny, Skid could see the resemblance she held with her brother even though it hadn't been obvious.

Susie had asked of what he had been up to lately, and to that question, Skid had paused. He hadn't a job yet and was yet to find one as of now, he currently lived alone and had no partner to live with, and hadn't any things as of now going on in his life other than the typical therapy sessions between him and his therapist.

"Not.. not a lot, actually." Skid had said, "Maybe moving here will finally give me something other than a boring day at my house. I could get used to not having to stay at my house all day—sometimes, i.. I even struggle with finding a reason to get up in the morning, with how boring and pointless everything is." It had gone silent for a moment, and Susie's expression was unreadable, though Skid only awkwardly averted his glance, embarrassed at his own awkwardness.

"But—But in any case, i... maybe I'll find one now that I'm back! It could be a fresh start for me, this used to be my old home after all.. heheh.." That awkward yet flat sentence still earned nothing but silence, making Skid pause in his own frustration. Why had be seen so socially awkward? What was it with him and people? Why were people his worst skill? Why was being social his worst skill when it used to be his best one?

"Are you.. do you plan on seeing Pump again?"

The question had seemingly came out of nowhere, making Skid jump out of his own sheer surprise, though he regained his composure as he glanced anxiously from across the table. "I.. maybe, if he wants to see me. I'm unsure if he'd be happy to see me.. did.. did you tell him I said hi last night?" Skids question had made Susie rest a hand on her cheek, staring into Skids dark eyes.

Susie sighed, "I tried, but I had to talk to my boss. Apparently, he wants me to go on a business trip, so I might have to make time in my schedule for when I can talk to him about you. Sorry.." She slightly grumbled, bowing her head as an apology, or her body language had been showing she was sorry anyway. Skid only sighed, and averted his eyes with a slightly sad glance; "Thats.. thats okay. I—I doubt he would want to see me again anyway."

"What do you mean he wouldn't? Of course he would!"

"I just—I dont think he'd like to see me after.. after what happened. He.. he was pretty close to my mom too, you know. He came over a lot more than a normal kid would have. A part of me feels like.. he thinks I'm responsible for her death, that.. maybe I am responsible for what happened to her—"

"N—No—your not!" Susie had nearly yelled that, slightly lowering her voice once she realized how loud she had been. In the end, she bowed her head yet again, letting Skid glance at her from across the table. "Have—is this—why are you—" Those words had been cluttered together until she sighed and corrected herself, "Is this why you've been—" She stopped yet again, "Listen, Skid.. you don't know if he thinks it's your fault or not. He'd never think such a thing! It's not your fault for what happened to your mom either."

"I—I know.."

"It isn't your fault, Skid, really." She repeated, "I doubt that he would think you, his best friend, would be at fault for the death of your own mom. It isn't your fault, it's no one's fault—not mine, no one else's. You should stop being so hard on yourself, it's not good for you, Skid!"

"...I know."

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"So.." Skids therapist, Lillith, began with a rather flat yet worried tone, "you nearly crashed your car again about a day ago, if I heard you correctly?" As Skid layed on the couch she had brought in, he only sighed, his lips slightly trembling as he thought of it. "Y—Yeah.. I'm.. I'm starting to think that maybe moving back wasn't a great idea after all. I—I know it's part of exposure therapy and all, but.. I just—I just can't help it, you know?"

Lillith paused, slightly lowering her clipboard and crossing her legs, her smooth red lips illuminated by the sunlight of the town that Skid had moved back in. "I know it may not be comfortable for you, Skid, but this might be the only solution to what you've been dealing with lately. Otherwise, we might have to try the other ones that we haven't tried yet."

Skid nodded slightly, feeling a gleam of a slight tear strike the corner of his eye. "I—I know, I just.. I saw the old house, and i—and I panicked, i—I dont know why I panicked but—" Lilliths smooth yet womanly voice interrupted his own; "You must have had another panic attack while driving again, driving can't be good for you after.." She hesitated and then stopped, "We may have to find a way for you to be better at driving without panicking, or we might have to find another way of transport for you."

"I know—I should know.." Skid let himself slightly sit up in the chair he had so comfortably sat in, his slender legs slightly resting on the ends of the chair, they almost resembled that of a ballerina with how slender and skinny they had been. "God—why can't I just be—why can't I just be normal? If I was normal, you wouldn't be having to put up with this..."

"Skid, it isn't your fault that you have to deal with this. It isn't your fault for anything that happened to you. I'm not putting up with you, I'm just—I'm just trying to help you." Lillith explained, a sympathetic look in her gaze as she stared at Skid whom had sat on the chair so comfortably.

Skid sighed, and rested a palm on his pale face. "Pump lives here, correct? Your friend?" Lillith said. "Mhm.. he used.. he used to be my friend." Skid barely answered.

Lillith looked down at her clipboard, and licked her lips nervously; "Maybe when your better, we can find a way for you and Pump to perhaps be friends again. With the way you've described it, he must have been dealing with some grief of his own as well. It might have been a misunderstanding."

Skid sighed , "Thats what I think too.. god, i shouldnt have raised my voice at him back then. He didnt deserve to hear his own friend yelling at him."

"You didn't need to hear him yelling at you, either." Lillith stated, "Until we figure out more about what happened between you and him, none of this is your or his fault. We cannot blame anyone so quickly for what could have been a natural response to grief." Skid only slowly nodded, and looked down at his hand.

"Maybe I don't need therapy.. if you always have to put up with me." Lillith went silent at Skid saying this, before Skid continued to speak, "Maybe I really am okay.. maybe I really am just being dramatic. Do—do you think I'm being dramatic? Maybe this really is all in my head? That maybe it is my fault?"

Lillith shook her head slowly, then paused.

"Skid, your going to have to come to realize that life happens. The fate of another person is not your fault unless you did it with your own hands. You didn't choose whether your mom.. would be gone or not. Even if you did go with her, things still would have been the same. Fate was not in your hands, you aren't fate. Your her legacy—your her son. What happened was an accident, a fate that would have come to her eventually—you are her legacy, you aren't the accident."

Skid paused, a slight droplet of a tear trinkling down his left cheek, he then sniffled.

"I—I know, maybe I really am okay though.. ma—maybe you shouldn't have to be putting up with me because of something that happened so long ago. I'm—I'm fine, I can function normally, so.. so.. i.."

He began to sniffle more, though his eyes glistened with surprise and confusion with the next sentence his therapist had said to him.

"Skid, a fine person wouldn't be in my office if they were fine. It's okay to not be okay. You might just think your fine because you've grown so used to it not being fine that you think it's normal.. and that's okay. It's normal to have a mental health response like that after such an accident, It's okay to feel sa dno matter how long its been."

...

Skid couldn't answer for a few moments.

...

He then began to cry, tears escaping his eyes as his therapist gazed upon him, eyes of empathy meeting his own. In the end, he couldn't bring himself to say anymore, only whimpering gibberish. The session had been over for the day, or at least over for Skid, whom had been crying so.

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#skid spooky month #spooky month susie #lila spooky month #spooky month #spooky month pump #read the tws

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secretly-of-course · 1 year

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*clears throat* Andi Mack Holiday AU Andi Mack Holdiday AU Andi Mack Holiday AU (or if you were already asked about it I'd love to hear about/see a snippet of your Huntlow texting piece or your Andi Mack Miraculous AU)

Hiiii thanks for asking! Gosh I started the Holiday AU quite a while ago and kinda lost steam but I definitely want to revisit it some day! It begins with Andi living in LA having just recently broken up with Walker, and TJ living in Shadyside having recently broken up with Marty (though unlike the movie both breakups were amicable). Andi of course ends up meeting Amber on her trip and TJ ends up meeting Cyrus. Here's a snippet!

At that thought, Andi sat straight up in bed. “I need a vacation!” she shouted to the empty room. She hopped out of bed and reached for her laptop, quickly typing out the url for Jumble. Bex and Bowie had used Jumble for their honeymoon and couldn't stop praising it, now this was the perfect opportunity for Andi to try it herself.

The only problem was, Andi had no idea where she wanted to go. “Universe!” Andi called out as her dad often did, “Where should I go!?”

Andi sat for a minute waiting for a sign. Nothing happened. Not very seren-dope-ity. Andi rolled her eyes as dark walls stared back at her and fetched her coin purse. She figured it would be easiest to go somewhere in the United States so she wouldn't have to renew her passport. She’d simply flip a coin to decide what half of the country to look at and keep narrowing it down from there. Andi reached into the purse and pulled out a quarter, illuminated only by the light of her computer.

“Okay. Heads I go East. Tails I stay West,” she said to herself. But before Andi could flip the coin, the tails side caught her eye. Two trains faced each other in front of a mountain range, along with the words “Crossroads of the West.” It was a 2007 Utah state quarter.

“Utah,” Andi pondered in the dark. “Okay universe,” she said with a growing smile on her face.

…

The sound of TJ’s phone buzzing startled him as he was just falling asleep. He grabbed it annoyance before focusing on what was on his screen.

New notification from Jumble! tjk1996 has a new message from mackandi!

Any annoyance TJ was feeling completely vanished as he read mackandi’s message. A person--a real life person--actually wanted to visit Shadyside. And she was from Los Angeles no less! TJ was practically buzzing with excitement as he and his new match, Andi, chatted.

mackandi: so is shadyside relatively quiet? i'm looking for a relaxing getaway

tjk1996: super quiet! i promise no one will bother you except maybe my sister when she comes to water the plants

tjk1996: and for fun we have a nice park, a movie theater, and a flea market every weekend

tjk1996: oh also the spoon it's the best diner in the whole state

mackandi: sounds perfect!!!

tjk1996: so, when do you want to do this?

There was a pause before Andi's reply came in. TJ held his breath in anticipation.

mackandi: is tomorrow too soon?

I'll answer the other parts below the cut!

The Andi Mack miraculous au was an idea I had a while back, I actually did end up posting my design for Andi as Ladybug here! I didn't get as far with Chat Noir TJ though. Just a rough sketch!

Unlike the show, this would NOT be a ladybug x chat noir romance, they're friends! In this AU I would give Cyrus the turtle, Buffy the tiger, Jonah the fox, Amber the snake, and Kira the bee. If there are any love square shenanigans it would be between TJ and Cyrus (TJ likes Cyrus as a civilian. Cyrus likes Chat Noir as a hero. They don't know each other's identities.) I'm not really sure who the villain would be though.

I think I might have posted my huntlow texting sketch before but I don't remember for sure so here it is again and the meme it's based on. The show has taken their relationship a lot further than it was when I started this, so I'm not sure if I will finish it one day or not. I still think they are cute though :)

#lou 🌸#ask games

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cosettepontmercys · 7 months

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Hi!!! I'm so so sorry I haven't replied! I know it's been days lol. I've been meaning to but I kept getting distracted or busy and also I've just been using Tumblr less and trying to be more productive. Never take it personally or anything..thats why I said before the back and forth replying can sometimes be hard for me having to keep up with it and I also like to take my time replying to you. I hope you don't think I forgot about you! 🩷

Haha I'm sorry I had to inform you about the back covers not matching. It is what it is but I'm also so excited to see some of the other photos. I think there is another one where she is holding an ice cream cone too, and I've seen one where she is wearing the white shirt from the pink or blue vinyl. I love that picture so much! But ya I actually connect with Rep a lot. I think that was my favorite album before Folklore cuz I love all the songs on it. But I never listen to an album if the rerecording hasnt come out...only a few songs. I made an exception for the concert when all the songs were on shuffle and rep was the only CD in my car. But usually I don't like to..so I won't know how to compare it..not that I would anyway. I did listen to 1989 before Midnights came out though cuz I wanted to hear most of her other albums. I also love Red and those would probably be my top 3. What about you? What would be some of your top albums or top songs? I probably have a good or solid top 5 I think. I know..my predictions are probably way off but that also makes it fun. I don't have many other predictions cuz I feel like it's similar to something else we already have on the album, and I don't really think there will be a ballad type song either but I'm happy to be wrong. Every vault has given me at least one or two songs i absolutely love though so I just hope that's still true and it probably will be! I'll be sure to send you all my thoughts..an exact month from now!

It is very hard for me to keep track of every show I've seen so I can't imagine how it is for you. I totally agree about the atmosphere of some shows..Rent was like that. I totally recommend the movie or cast recording though cuz I just love some of the songs a lot. But it is rock music so you might not like it as much. But if you like Tick Tick Boom, I would at least listen to it. I would probably feel the same about Newsies too cuz it seems like such a fun show. I did see Aladdin and it was fun to see a Disney show but I'm sure Newsies would still be different. There's also something so fun about seeing a show you know so well! I haven't seen a show more than once and I would really like to someday. Unless you count school shows that I was a part of in elementary school haha. But ya I can imagine..that's the point of theater really is that every show is different and each one can be special. Funny story..my mom didn't know what a thespian was the other day so I had to explain it to her..even when I said theater she thought I meant movie theater lol.

So..I actually haven't finished Theater Camp yet. That's another reason I waited to reply to but I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer! I waited to watch it with my sister and it just didn't work out. I put it on last night and ended up falling asleep. I woke up like an hour later and tried to rewatch it but fell asleep again! This is shocking to me cuz I was so excited to watch it and I'm usually never tired! But it was also 3AM. I've just been really drained lately I guess and that could be why I never replied. I've been sleeping more and sometimes that makes me more tired than staying up late. Midnight is usually afternoon for me lol. I am definitely going to watch it tonight though but I'm glad you liked it! The little bit I did watch I enjoyed and I know it's my kind of movie. I am also going to finish Some Mistakes were Made by the end of this week! This will actually be my first fully finished book I started of the year. Sorry it's so late but I think I liked it mostly. I w Thank you for thinking of me with your post and I will look more into the book you recommended. I will also tell you if I read the other ones. I have not been watching much of anything lately but I listened to Madison Beer's album and I think you would like it..and also Laufey and Mitski so you can share your thoughts if you want! I don't actually know what Ask Evans is besides gifs on here but im glad you liked it and I think Heart stopper is cute from gifs I've seen. The Bear will probably be the next show I watch..but I know I was saying that a month ago haha. I hope you're doing amazing!!! Love the new url if it makes you happy! I can't remember which url I followed you from lol. 🩷

hi friend!!! no worries at all; i don't take it personally at all and i hope your tumblr break is going well! 🤍

my top three albums are probably: debut / speak now / red but i love love love fearless and folklore and evermore and lover and midnights and 1989 and rep! she just has such a good discography. just one month away till 1989 taylor's version!!! i'm so, so, so excited! i took the day off (i usually take release dates off work, just because i'm notoriously bad at taking days off just to take days off) so i'm excited! i'm not sure what i'll do though — maybe something crafty! i've been in a major crafty mood lately.

i want to see rent! but part of me feels like since it's been so long i should just wait until i can see it live!! what shows were you in? i'm always so curious about school productions! and omg that's so funny about your mom! did you see the new papermill gatsby stuff? what are your thoughts? i know you were also excited about it a while ago! i hope you got some sleep + that you enjoy theatre camp when you get to finishing it! i did notice that you usually send me asks late at night for me (for us! since we're in the same timezone) and was a bit worried about your sleep schedule!

and no worries on being behind on the buddy read 🤍 i'm excited to know your thoughts when you're done! and yes — i totally forgot that for the wolf/for the throne has twins! i've been struggling to read the book (i bought a copy over a year ago) for months now so decided to just check the audiobook out from the library and my head snapped up when i heard "twin sister" and i was like OH I HAVE TO TELL 🩷 ANON IMMEDIATELY!!

i will add all of those to my list soon!! i finally treated myself to a badlands vinyl, so i need to spin that sooooon but i've been busy with work (and just generally feeling ill still) so i haven't been listening to that much music. and then there's the new del water gap album out tonight, and acoustic there it goes by maisie peters! so much new music! i love doing new music friday but i'm so bad at listening to things haha. i used to text one of my best friends a new music friday roundup, but i haven't done that in a while!

why didn't they ask evans is a miniseries that my friend jamie loves!! and i was very intrigued by it and watched the first episode many many months ago, and finally got around to watching the rest of it over the weekend! it's based off of the agatha christie book of the same title (which i haven't read, but want to)! heartstopper was very cute, and so lovely to watch while i was feeling poorly. and the music in heartstopper is phenomenal! i hope you like the bear; i can't wait to hear your thoughts when you get around to it :)

and hehe thank you!!! i have a (bad) habit of changing my url very very often! i'll probably change it in a month or so too (maybe for 1989, or maybe for holly humberstone's new album)! hope you're having a good day <3

#post: answered #🩷 anon

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had another tlou talk with my sister and I have SO MANY thoughts :))

this is mainly just season 2 thoughts cause I'm getting to the end of the gameplay and I have thoughts about it for the show! cause we live in fear and excitement for season 2, so here are our thoughts!

are they gonna split the season in half? cause I think it would Too much to keep going back and forth between Abby and Ellie's perspectives since both of them have so much story to their respective parts

HBO has done like 20 episodes? for seasons before, right? maybe? if so, make it 18 episodes. maybe 8 per person. the first episode maybe starts off of like it does in the game, have both perspectives then The Thing to finish it off and leave us suffering for a week. and then the last episode be dedicated to Ellie on the farm and that cutscene :(

OR go through and still split the season, but start off with Abby. let us know who she is before you kill Joel. it would be a smoother transition from season 1 to 2, I think. just start the episode with the flashback of That, then give us the 2 perspectives and That Other Scene

I would say go through and do Abby first, then Ellie, but it would make everyone hate Ellie cause of what she did in her grief, but it could still be good. that way we know who everyone is, but you could still keep it a surprise and do Ellie first. I do not know, but I like the idea of having Abby first, that way we know who she is and why she did what she did

speaking of That scene, give us more of the after. there's concept art of Dina and Jesse finding Joel and Ellie in that basement. it would destroy us all, but I think it would be bittersweet? to have that scene. but also to keep it private, cause they did it for Riley and Bill and Frank

going off the last point, give us more after Abby found Ellie in the theater. what happened? no one was in the best shape. did Dina have to rip an arrow out of herself, then go help Ellie up and then do the same for Tommy? did Ellie crawl to Dina to help her? what happened, who helped them??? cause no one in Jackson knows where they are, other than Maria, but she doesn't know the specifics and there's no implication that she even went to Seattle. so who helped them?? how did they all, minus Jesse, survive that attack?

I think those are all the plot points, so onto the additional stories!

expand more on Dina PLEASE. she talked a bit about her time on the road with Talia, but you can give us more for sure! if you were able to give us an hour long 10K self insert fic for Bill and Frank, you can give us more on Dina (please please please I love her so much). maybe also her pregnancy? cause she had it so rough in the beginning, did it get any easier? at least maybe her and Ellie moving out of Jackson

give us more on Cat!!! GIVE US THE TATTOO!!! where'd she get the supplies? how'd she teach herself? WHAT WAS SHE LIKE???

GIVE ELLIE A DOG, SHE DESERVES A DOG, GIVE HER A DOG

also maybe expand more on the ending? I was telling my sister it hurt like a scab. if you think of the whole game like that, then the end is ripping the scab off. like Ellie was gonna forgive Joel? and then that's it? that's the end? it hurts SO BAD, give us a little more, please :) although maybe not (I guess smh) cause they stayed true to the ending of the first game

ooo maybe give us more for Yara and Lev? don't know when you'd throw it in the episode/season, but I think it would be so cool to see more of them

I think these were all the thoughts! if not, I will add more later :) we live in constant fear for season 2, so I figured I'd share some of the loose brain thoughts. I'm just REALLY curious as to how they're gonna film this season. I think Craig or Neil said season 3 might be unlikely? it was a while ago, so I am RIDING on the fact it's all gonna be in one season. I don't think they should go back and forth between Abby and Ellie's perspectives, though, cause I think it would be too confusing. unless they can find a way to do it? I don't know, I guess we shall find out

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My DAIMYO is dead. I only want BUSHIDO. | Nori | Epilogue

It’s hard to stand on your own two feet again.

The theater is as familiar as ever, with its cobwebbed corners and the permeating smell of dust. The constant looping de-deng of a shamisen from the brittle speakers of an old CD player. Little has changed since the last time he was here, though he can only hope that the building’s fixtures are more secure. Having a lead actor shattered under a mountain of wood and cardboard should be a wake-up call for any respectable businessowner.

He fields the usual questions, the ones he’s been rehearsing in his head so as to not stumble over his words. Going through the motions, like usual. Yes, he’s alright. He’s still going back to the hospital for physical therapy, his limbs atrophied from the medical bed’s stiff frame and starched sheets. It might be a while before he takes another role, but he’ll be back. He just wanted to come visit and see how everyone was doing. It’s been a while, after all. But it’s a real shame what happened to Shishou. Still, he passed away in his home, surrounded by loving friends and family.

And isn’t that nice? Not everyone gets to die that way. Shouldn’t we all be so lucky.

The hospital’s stark, white interior bore little difference from the clinical atmosphere of the TRIAL. When Nori first opened his eyes, there was a flash of panic. Maybe he’d never left. Could it have been a lie? But before he could process that, he was flung back to reality by arms thrown around him and the sobbing of an-chan, oh, god from his younger sisters. Asuga, red-faced and looking as if she’d like to slap him for making them all worry so much. Kaida, barely restraining herself from pouncing on him like an old friend she hadn’t seen in years.

And their mother, teary-eyed and trying to find the right words with which to greet her son.

Welcome back.

There was some sort of mysterious theatergoer who had gone to see The Love Suicides at Sonezaki that day. A foreigner, one of his fellow actors would later tell him, maybe some kind of tourist. If so, it was kind of strange that he was at their humble establishment rather than a more famous one like the Kabuki-za. The story was relayed to him of how this man, with a strange name that his fellow actor butchered every time he tried to say it, rushed the stage after the collapse of the tree and started digging through the rubble, finally managing to pull the comatose lead actor out by the arm.

Nori listened, and a smile tugged at the edges of his lips. He was met with a scolding. What are you laughing about?! You almost died!

It was kind of funny, though. Picturing Crocell carrying him bridal-style out from the remains of the set.

But he kept this to himself. How would he explain it to anyone?

He was still at the hospital for treatment, but he went with his family to Shishou’s funeral. People stood and spoke in hushed whispers, eyeing the kabuki master’s portrait sitting on the butsudan. But there were flowers, so many flowers, and the whispers were those of fond memory. His teacher had affected the lives of so many, not just him.

Nori tugged at the cuffs of his suit jacket and tried not to think of how, if not for his luck, his family would have had to sit through another funeral.

Shishou’s widow approached him as his family prepared to leave. The Yagyu name is yours now, she said. She held his hands in her own, and he could feel her every raised vein and the wrinkles on her palm. Do what you like with it. But know that you are welcome here, always.

During the TRIAL, he had thought of hanging his hat and leaving the stage. It felt like the world was changing around him, but he stayed the same. Had he gained anything meaningful from the experience? It felt like the others had, and that he had fallen behind. The detective and dealer had found love. The idol and the killer had found family.

What did he have, but a name he felt he could not live up to? But the pity of others as they crested so easily through the water while he floundered and struggled for air?

Maybe what he had found was resolve. A desire to keep living. He had viewed himself as a flimsy reed, incomparable to the might of a great tree. But a reed bends in the wind. It does not break, and it does not fall.

Taneyori Yagyu IV stands on the theater stage in plainclothes, his shoes directly on the tape-marked X where he was meant to stand during that fateful performance. He wouldn’t be returning to the theater for a while. Right now, his stage was the couch in his therapist’s office, and she was his only audience.

Someday, he’d come back. He’d cake his cheeks in paint again and sing to the heavens in hopes that those who stayed behind would hear. He’d reach out to the others and finally be able to face them without feeling that they had something he fundamentally lacked. He’d grow old and withered and pass on his name to another aspiring actor, like his mentor had before him, and his before that.

For now, though, he stands on his own. Soon, he’ll be able to run.

「終わり」

#Taneyori #submission

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motownfiction · 2 years

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coffee lines

When the movie is over, Charlie finally agrees to walk around the mall. He finds an agenda (going to the Coffee Beanery, since apparently, the caffeine from his Coca-Cola wasn’t enough). They amble out of the theater and try to talk about the movie they just saw.

“I dunno, maybe it was kind of good,” Daniel says as he tosses his paper cup into the trash. “Kinda runs on Dracula logic. You think you’re cursed to be a vampire, you know, but then somebody cures you?”

Charlie shrugs and tosses his empty bag of popcorn.

“Never read Dracula,” he says. “Never saw the movie.”

“I read it in an English class I had to take last year, at Michigan,” Daniel says. “I remember in high school, we could have read it, but we read Frankenstein instead.”

Charlie nods.

“Us, too,” he says. “The official reason was that Dracula was too long, but I think we all knew it was just too sexy for St. Catherine’s.”

Daniel laughs a little too hard.

“Right,” he says. “‘Cause those super detailed crucifixes were totally appropriate.”

“No kidding.”

They shuffle toward the main entrance to the mall. On their way, Daniel spots a tall girl with caramel-colored hair. His heart stops, thinking it could be Sadie, but when she turns around, she’s a stranger. Daniel looks down at his shoes. Figures. Of course, for as hard as it’s been to get a hold of Sadie this week (read: ten days), she might as well be a stranger, too.

Charlie nudges Daniel in the shoulder. Daniel looks up at him and almost laughs. Something funny about being twenty and your eighteen-year-old best friend being ten inches taller than you. Thankfully, Charlie doesn’t seem to notice.

“Hey,” he says. “What’s up?”

Daniel gives him a funny look.

“With me?”

Charlie laughs a little.

“Well, yeah,” he says. “Do you see anybody else around?”

Daniel shrugs. They come upon the Coffee Beanery, and even though it’s the middle of a Monday, the line stretches almost to the store across the way. They stand in the back and impatiently wait their turn, which Daniel hopes is enough to get out of talking about what’s bothering him. Because there’s nothing bothering him.

There’s that caramel-haired doppelganger again.

“Seriously,” Charlie says. “You look weird.”

Daniel snorts. He looks up at the ceiling and remembers just how small he really is, which makes him snort again. Maybe that’s why Sadie won’t stay on the phone with him for longer than three minutes.

“Your sister thinks I’m handsome,” he says, and the words sting.

Is that still true?

“Guess so,” Charlie says. “But c’mon. Why do you look weird?”

Daniel sighs and waves his hand over the air in dismissal.

“C’mon,” he says. “You don’t wanna hear what’s wrong with me.”

“Except I keep asking.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“You know that makes me think it’s a really big deal, right?”

“Charlie.”

“Daniel.”

And maybe it’s the way Charlie towers over him. Maybe it’s the way he seems less and less like Sadie and Sam’s kid brother all the time. Maybe it’s that now, when he calls Charlie his best friend, he really means it. But little by little, Daniel starts to chip away at himself. Little by little, he doesn’t care if Charlie notices.

“You sure you really wanna hear it?” he asks. “It’s about your sister.”

Charlie wrinkles his nose but straightens up right away. Daniel almost smiles. Sometimes, Charlie really does know better than he thinks.

“I wanna hear,” he says. “I mean … when it’s my sister, there’s a line, but …”

“I know,” Daniel says. “I just don’t wanna cross it by accident.”

Charlie shrugs like it’s nothing.

“Try me,” he says. “I’ll let you know if you’re outta line by putting my fingers in my ears and going la-la-la like we’re in a cartoon.”

Daniel laughs.

“Well, alright,” he says. “With your sister … I dunno, I’m kinda worried she might be growing out of me. Like … I dunno, like maybe she figured out she doesn’t love me.”

The words send a chill up and down his spine. He hasn’t been able to think all of them in that order yet, much less say them out loud. They sound just as cursed as they do silly.

He looks up at Charlie, who’s smirking like he knows something. Daniel’s stomach almost plummets straight into his knees, but then, Charlie says something.

“Feeling like your girlfriend’s gonna forget you,” he says. “Join the club.”

Daniel furrows his brow, wondering how to ask Charlie what he means. They take one step forward in the line at the Coffee Beanery. There are still fifteen people ahead of them.

This is going to be a long talk.

#drabble #writeblr #ch: daniel deluca #ch: charlie doyle #year: 1987 #series: hot blooded #religion #catholicism #christianity

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devilsskettle · 3 years

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realizing that i’m going to be at home when spiral comes out so seeing it in theaters now 100% depends on whether or not my mom lets me go. even though i am an entire adult

#staying at my parents’ house means i feel bad if i don’t do what they want me to do since they’re letting me stay there so. you know #still in that weird liminal space of being in your early 20s and not quite feeling like or being seen as a real person yet #the reasons i think she might say no are 1. covid - valid or 2. she wants me to stop watching horror movies - unrealistic on her part #she will probably be fine with it but i think it would be funny if i could convince her to go with me even though she would hate it lol #it might still be in theaters when i stay with my sister though and then i’d have more flexibility #she might even go with me but i kind of doubt it. she was kind of on the edge about saw 2 so it might be too horror-ish for her

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jadoue1999 · 3 years

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Peter Maximoff’s complicated relationship with Star Wars

Summary: Peter didn't like Star Wars. But not because they were bad movies, no. It's because they somehow were very similar to his own life, and they also showed him what might have been, had his twin lived long enough. This is the story of Peter Maximoff, told through the many similarities between the original trilogy and his own life.

*All Star Wars quotes are in italics*

Peter doesn’t like Star Wars

Don’t get him wrong, the movies are great. The first movie had come out when he was 22 years old, and he had found it amazing. He had never seen anything like it before and had sneaked into the movie theater to rewatch it with his twin several times.

‘I need your help, Luke.’

It was almost ironic how his life resembled some parts of the movie. Both he and Wendy had some characteristics of Luke and Leia. He was the goofball, the one who had been recruited to break someone out of an impenetrable prison. Hell, Charles could be Obi-Wan, the old wizard with strange mind control powers (though he didn’t have them at the time), Hank was Chewbacca, the fierce beast who was loyal to his family, and then the claw guy, Logan, was Han Solo. The dark-haired man with a don’t-mess-with-me attitude that would shoot you down without hesitation. That made him Luke, the farm boy that was raised isolated, unaware of the true danger. Only difference was that Erik wasn’t Leia, no he was Vader. Wendy was Leia, the fierce, loud mouthed, badass princess that didn’t let anyone boss her around.

They had loved the first movie, but then tragedy struck. His twin’s powers were always unpredictable, always on the verge of lashing out. He had tried to help as much as he could, but just a few months after their 23rd birthday, it was too much for Wendy to bear. She lost control and died, taking half a block with her. Peter did his best to carry on, but their lost connection was all he could feel. The aching emptiness that had always been occupied by his twin sister. It took awhile, but he did eventually go see the second Star Wars. It was... a bittersweet experience to say the least.

Seeing the big bad Vader being related to Luke really did a number on him. All he could think about was the fact that he too was related to a literal terrorist. Someone who had hurt hundred of people and would probably not hesitate to hurt him as well. And then it was revealed that Luke and Leia shared a connection, where they could hear each other and feel each other, and it just overwhelmed him. Minus the kissing (ew, that was gross, why did they even include that?!) Luke and Leia’s relationship reminded him of his and Wendy’s.

That’s why he wasn’t surprised when they were revealed to be twins in the next movie.

Actually, he had been surprised, but more about the fact that his grief took over for a moment. Seeing Leia try to reason with Luke, telling him that nothing good would come out of chasing Vader, their father... that was a conversation that had really happened after their mom told them who exactly was Magneto. Peter had decided to chase Erik down the moment he had resurfaced.

‘I won't fail - I'm not afraid.’

‘Oh, you will be. You will be.’

His mom had warned him about Magneto, how nothing good came out of chasing ghosts, but he had to try. A confrontation with the Dark Lord of the Sith.

Cloud city The mansion was full of people, and the place was exploding. He saved them all (minus one), of course, because that’s what he did. Why be a speedster if you can’t save people from catastrophe?

‘Luke, don't - it's a trap!’

Yeah, it had been a trap, alright. But unlike Luke, he hadn’t had Leia to warn him. So, the carbon freezing chamber knock out gun had worked. That’s how he ended up captured by the government and woke up in a weird green room. The others, he could understand why they were taken, they seemed to know the man holding them, but why him? Peter was of no interest to them. Unless they knew he was related to Magneto and planned to use him as a bargaining chip, but it seemed unlikely.

Then, they were freed and, on their way to confront En Sabah Nur, or as Hank had described him, the blue god. He had told Raven about his relationship with Erik, and she promised him that she would make sure she would tell him.

‘There is no escape. Don't make me destroy you.’

The cold, cold eyes of Magneto were staring at him with something that seemed almost like interest. “And you?”

‘I am your father.’

It was right there, a perfect opportunity served on a silver platter. An opportunity to make Erik realize he wasn’t alone, that he had more family. Perhaps he’d turn back to the light side if he knew. “I’m your-“

But it was Wendy who was the brave one, she was the chosen one. She never would have hesitated. And he wasn’t his sister. “I’m here for my family too.”

It was all sad and tragic because his life was just like that. He could feel Raven’s eyes on him, she couldn’t understand why he hadn’t told him, but she couldn’t know about Wendy. It was his own painful secret.

With how similar his life was to Luke’s he wasn’t sure why he was even surprised when he got his hand cut off leg broken. Then, there he was, trying to hold on to consciousness as shock settled into his body.

‘Hear me! Leia!’

Oh, how he wished Wendy were here. She would have destroyed them. Peter would have done anything for his twin to answer, like Leia did with Luke. But she was dead, there was no one to answer him. Just the cobwebs of their broken connection and the burning pain of his leg. He didn’t really care what happened next, he was all too focused on getting his message to his long-lost sister. He didn’t really believe in a higher power, of some all-powerful entity that somehow watched over everyone. He did, however, believe in Wendy, his strong, beautiful, powerful sister.

‘I would have preferred her too’

The blue God’s voice resonated in his head, catching him off guard. No one had ever reached in his mind like that, Wendy only could because of their connection.

‘If you will not turn to the dark side, then perhaps she will.’

Would his father have tried recruiting Wendy for his brotherhood? Yeah, definitely. She would have been the true last hope. A daughter to be proud about. One with abilities beyond anything anyone had ever seen. One that truly would have saved everyone, hell, she would have prevented the mansion from exploding and never would have been captured in the first place. The blue god looked at him with disdain in his eyes and Peter knew it didn’t mean anything good. He tried to crawl away, but in his current position, that did absolutely nothing.

‘It is pointless to resist, my son.’

En Sabah Nur grabbed him by the hair and tugged, holding him painfully upright and vulnerable. He’d always hated staying still, he was always too full of energy, always eager to chase after the next distraction.

Peter looked up at his father, trying to see if he would do anything, but he saw nothing but indifference. Magneto didn’t care about him. He was an insignificant mutant, a face amongst a thousand others. Soon to be counted amongst the hundred of corpses that Erik had seen in his life.

‘Now, young Skywalker...you will die.’

The god pulled his head back sharply, exposing his throat. “End him.”

One of his horsemen was approaching him with a sharp sword. Peter was slightly thankful that it wasn’t his dad that was chosen to be his executioner. His powers had kicked in, trying to give him an opportunity to escape. But it only made his imminent doom even worse.

Then, he didn’t die, and the hope of seeing his twin again was brushed aside for another near-death situation. As it turned out, Raven was a great person when the son of her friend was in danger.

En Sabah Nur let him go too quickly to focus on the blue mutant. He gasped and writhed as he fell to the ground as electricity pain coursed through his body. The blue god didn’t care about him, he continued calling for Charles, calling for his true target.

‘Father! Help me!’

He should cry out like Luke did, there was no way Magneto would act if he didn’t. Then again, he didn’t have a clue who he was. It was doubtful he remembered him from the Pentagon, it had been nearly 10 years and Erik had had a whole other family since. He was just the nameless idiot that got a big head and tried to take on a god and got defeated like a loser.

In the end, they were all fine, just a little shaken. Erik gave him a weird look, either he pitied him, or he was wondering what he had wanted to tell him. But Peter was on the verge of passing out, there was no way he could hold a conversation at the moment. They came back to the mansion and Peter decided to stay, maybe getting out of his isolation wouldn’t be so bad.

So, even if his life was similar to Star Wars, in its turns and tragedy, it wasn’t even close to how the trilogy ended. The scruffy Han never came back, Obi-wan wasn’t next to a redeemed Anakin (he just left all together) and Leia wasn’t at his side anymore. A happy ending wasn’t something that happened in real life. Everything he wanted resolved wasn’t wrapped neatly into a bow. He still had his loads of daddy issues caused by a father who didn’t know was a father and Wendy, his amazing long gone twin still wasn’t at his side. Peter figured that some good would eventually come to him, it couldn’t be all bad, right?

‘This is our most desperate hour.’

He had faith in that, so, when he was woken up by a burning sensation in his chest, he did his best to understand. The pain was so familiar, it was grief. But not his grief, no, this came from the connection he shared with his twin.

“Wanda?” he called out. Using her real name because she was calling to him. Because she needed him. Because she was somewhere all alone.

“I had a brother, his name was… Pietro.”

It was painful for her to talk about him, so he made sure to let her know through their bond that he was there for her, she just had to reach out. Wanda was confused to feel him, but her scarlet magic soon opened a portal. It might be a trap, there was no way to be certain, but Peter trusted his sister. He took and deep breath and ran into the portal without hesitation. She was alone and she was suffering, it was his job as her twin to help her.

‘Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope.’

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 3 years

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Devil in disguise... Part 6/?

Lee Bodecker x reader series

<Part 5<

Warnings: swearing, violence, fat shaming, use of the word whore as an insult

Part 6

"Oh, before they get here, I wanna talk to ya'." Mary whispered as the two of you took your seats at the movie theater.

You gave her a questioning look. "Before who gets here?"

Mary waved her hand, ignoring your question before she placed it on your arm with a soft sigh. "I think ya' oughtn't be seen with him so much."

You frowned in confusion at her, "Who? My grandpa?"

"No, silly, who'd ya' think." She huffed. "That fat shit. Bobby-Ray told us he ruined your date." Mary sighed. "Who'd he think he is?" She huffed.

"A loser fat shit." Your other friend, Sally, snickered from beside Mary making her laugh.

A scowl crept into your face as you realised who the two of them were talking about. "... You mean, Sheriff Bodecker?" You asked.

"Yes." Mary huffed. "Boy, does he get on my nerves."

"He's as crocked as they come. Pa says he killed a man before." Sally muttered around a mouthful of popcorn.

You glared at her and let out a frustrated sigh. "The Sheriff didn't ruin the date, Mary. I ain't wanna go on the damn thing in the first place." You huffed.

"You were just nervous, sweetie. Bobby-Ray said so himself."

"Bobby-Ray is a liar." You hissed.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't be so stupid." She scoffed. "Look, because I'm such a good friend, I thought I'd do ya' a favour." She grinned, nodding over your shoulder as she clapped her hands together.

You felt your stomach drop with dread as you looked behind you. "Why is he here?" You hissed at Mary quickly looking away from Bobby-Ray. He wore an almost sadistic smirk as he walked towards you.

"Because that loser of a sheriff ruined your date. Look... Bobby-Ray is mad about you, sweetie." She grinned as she leaned in, "Rumour has it he's gonna pop the question."

"Stop!" You stood up abruptly. "Excuse me... I need to use the powder room." You faked a smile before you quickly moved passed her and Sally, avoiding Bobby-Ray successfully.

God damn, you hated the way people spoke about Lee. He had his faults, every man and woman did. And so what if he killed someone, some people deserve to die, especially in the shit hole place you lived.

Before you had even realised your feet had taken you to the payphone that sat in the lobby of the movie theater and you held the candy wrapper with Lee's home number on. It put a smile on your face, thinking about his sweet tooth.

"Yeah, Bodecker residence." His deep voice sent shivers down your spine and caused a needy little whine to leave your mouth. "Hello?"

"Sheriff," You sniffled, quickly wiping your frustrated tears away. You hadn't even realised they were there.

"Sugar, that you?"

"Uh-huh," You whispered. "I need ya' to come save me, Lee."

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Lee's tone had shifted more towards a panicked one as he listened to you sniffle again.

"Bobby-Ray," You glanced over your shoulder making sure you weren't being watched, "He's here, and I'm scared. Mary set us up on a date."

"Okay, baby, on my way. Stay by the doors and stay in sight of people at all times, okay?" Lee ordered softly.

You hummed, "Yes, Sir."

You weren't sure how long you were waiting by the doors before you decided you'd be okay stepping outside. It was getting stuffy inside and you'd make sure to stay in sight. You instantly felt better being in the cool air, even though you knew Mary and Sally would be wondering where you'd gotten to. And most likely Bobby-Ray, who won't hesitate to come looking for you.

You tried to ignore what Mary had said, but you couldn't help thinking about it. Surely Bobby-Ray wasn't going to 'pop the question'? You couldn't stand him. And he most certainly wasn't the man you wanted to marry.

"Goin' somewhere, sweetness?" You jumped at the sound of Bobby-Ray's voice. He smirked at you even more as he began to move closer. "It ain't nice to ignore your date, Y/N."

You glared up at him. "Y'ain't my date."

"Sure I am. I had to do something after that fat fuck of a sheriff ruined our first one." He stood close to you, reaching up to touch your cheek.

"Don't fuckin' touch me!" You slapped his hand away from you.

He grabbed a hold of your hand in one hand and your jaw in the other, slamming you against the wall. "Watch your mouth, bitch." He spat. "Maybe I should force it shut, hmm."

"Screw you!" You raised your knee into his gut hard, trying to push him off you but it was no use, he was much bigger than you.

Bobby-Ray pushed you harder against the wall, pressing his face closer to your ear. "He only fucks whores, Y/N. Y'know that?" He snickered. "Must make you a whore too, hmm, like his sister."

"Don't fuckin' talk about Lee like that." You tried to push him away but he dropped his hand to your throat.

"So it's Lee now. You really are a whore, ain't ya'. That why ya' went to his office? You suck his cock for money? Hmm. So your grandpa don't borrow no more money from Ma. You a whore?" Bobby-Ray squeezed.

You gasped for air and your vision began to blur but Lee was behind Bobby-Ray ripping him off you before you knew it.

Lee's anger spilled out of him and he punched Bobby-Ray in the gut before landing one on the side of his jaw. "I warned ya'," Lee spat as he held Bobby-Ray by the collar.

He was about to open his mouth to say something else but stopped when he heard you crying behind him. He looked over his shoulder before pushing the younger man away from him.

"Sugar," Lee reached out for your hand, pulling you into his chest as you sobbed quietly. "Shh, I go'cha." Lee pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hard glare set on Bobby-Ray. "I warned ya', never to come near her again. Watch ya' back, Bobby-Ray, and tell your mother I'll be seein' her real soon. Ya' hear?"

The moment Lee was sat next to you in the cruiser he drove off not even bothering to put his seat belt on. "Lee, can-" You let out a shakey breath. "Can... I sit close to you?" You sniffled.

Lee's heart broke. He nodded, moving his arm to the back of the seat as he continued to drive. "Sure, Sugar, c'mere."

You quickly slipped over the seat and curled up into him, breathing in his scent with a soft smile. Lee placed his head on top of yours and continued to drive the two of you in silence.

Eventually he stopped on a dirt road that hardly ever got used but kept you where you were. He was enjoying having you pressed close to him and he wanted to be selfish for a little while.

You sat back from him and looked up at him. "Thank you, for coming for me."

Lee smiled a little at you. "Ya' really think I wouldn't?"

You blushed, shaking your head. "I wouldn't blame you if ya' didn't. Aren't you gettin' tired of me?"

"Oh, Sugar, sweetheart," Lee whispered as he reached out and lightly stroked your cheek with his thumb. "Ya' really got no idea do ya'?" He asked already knowing the answer as you looked at him with innocence swimming in your eyes.

"Of what?"

He smiled softly at you, using his thumb to wipe your tears from under your eyes. "Y'know you're the only person who ain't work at the station, who has my home number. Y'know why?" You shook your head. Lee smiled, "Cause ya' special to me, and I want ya' to be able to get hold of me, any time of the day. I'll always come get ya'."

You blushed and quickly looked down, trying to shy away. "Thank you..."

Lee hummed, tilting his head to the side as he noticed you frown, "What is it?"

"Bobby-Ray said... I was," You sat back from Lee taking a deep breath. "He said I was a-"

"I heard what he said." Lee huffed cutting you off, "He ain't know what he's talkin' 'bout, Sugar. You and I both know, y'ain't a whore." Lee placed his hand over your cheek. "Don't listen to a damn word he said."

You nodded with a soft smile as you placed your hand over his, pulling it into your lap. "He said something else... 'bout your sister,"

Lee frowned, "Sandy?" You nodded. "What he say?"

"The same thing about me..." You whispered. "He also said, that you, hmm... That I must be, a... A whore, because that's all, you-" Your face burned as you kept your eyes on your hand that still held Lee's.

Lee let out a long exhale through his nostrils, grinding his teeth in irritation. "What else he say?"

You shook your head, "Nothin', that's it." You lied. If you were being honest, you were a little scared to tell Lee what else was said.

"Don't lie to me, Sugar." Lee spoke in a commanding tone, moving to face you. "You can tell me." His voice softened as he lifted your hand in his as he pulled you closer to him.

You shook your head again, "Don't want ya' to be mad... Or upset." You whispered.

Lee sighed, "I won't be, promise." He gave you a soft smile.

You nodded taking a deep breath. "They said some things, that weren't nice... about you."

"They?"

"Bobby-Ray, and my friends, Mary and Sally... They called you a..." You trailed off, not wanting to say but Lee nodded for you to carry on. You let out a small sigh before continuing, "... They called you a fat shit... And, Sally said you were crocked... 'cause her father had said you'd killed a man." You frowned. "I don't care if you did, or didn't, but I can understand why you might... 'cause right now I wouldn't mind gettin' rid of 'em..." You huffed with a pout.

The corner of Lee's mouth twitched, threatening to break him as he thought about how cute you looked in that moment.

"Mary said, there's a rumor goin' round that, Bobby-Ray, is gonna pop the question to me. Why can't no one see, I ain't want nothin' to do with him..." You felt yourself tearing up again, "I try to tell 'em but they just don't listen."

"Shh, c'mere baby." Lee pulled you into his chest before you started crying and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I go'cha." He let out a heavy sigh. "I know, y'ain't want nothin' to do with him... Y'ain't got nothin' to worry 'bout no more, ya' hear?"

You pulled back just enough to look up at him. "Y'ain't gotta get in trouble for me, Sheriff."

Lee began smiling, reaching up to brush a piece of your hair from your forehead. "I can get into trouble on my own, Sugar." He dropped your gaze momentarily. "Ya' really don't care if I've killed someone?"

You shook your head, "No, 'cause some people just have to die... And, I feel the same way 'bout you, as I do 'bout my mamma. She killed my daddy 'cause he was a bad man, but I still love her." You whispered, toying with the cuff of his shirt. Did you just admit you love the Sheriff? "Ya' know... I ain't think... Those things, about you, right?"

Lee stared at you in bewilderment. You were something else. "I'm no good, sweetheart. Ya' should believe those things."

Your eyes widened as you looked at him in horror. "Now who's lying."

Lee scoffed, "I ain't. I'm a bad man, Sugar. I ain't... Sweet, like you." He shook his head and looked out the window.

"You're kind, even if it is only to me and my grandpa, but that's all I care about. The rest of that shit hole of a town can go... To hell." You smiled at him. "If ya' didn't care, would ya' be here?"

Lee shook his head as he looked back at you. "Wanna get something to eat?"

You nodded, "... Can we share a milkshake?"

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