#saw the picture and was like why does he look like mary. hello

[abrahamvanhelsings]

no way people have not analysed this to hell and back already but im new to the whole 'i watched the terror' experience and im going insane

#what did they do this for. they didn't have to do this. foaming at the mouth #saw the picture and was like why does he look like mary. hello #the terror #harry goodsir #i know there's five million different ways to portray mary but im most familiar with this one

[candywife333]

Wife Is Life

PART 3 of Fish-wife or No wife

Summary: Did Jungkook have a wife? The rumor mill had been churning for years, divided on this one topic. He was a successful worldwide pop star who was always seen with a different lady on his arm, as he flitted from country to country enjoying his prolific career. The reason for the lingering suspicion was a cryptic social media post showing a picture of 2 kids who shared the same exact eyes and smile as him. So in fact, if he truly did have a wife, who was she? And why had the public never seen her? Perhaps she didn't wish to be seen.

Description : famous pop-star/idol jungkook x chubby y/n , might be two-shot or trilogy

Disclaimer: The character of Jungkook shown in this fanfic does not accurately represent Jungkook's true personality or actions. Please treat this story as fiction.

Sorry for the little to no proofreading, have a lot more works lined up to post

Will have more drabbles of this couple lined up though this is the last official part.

It was 7 PM when I was startled awake by loud snoring. Damn, the man snored like a hibernating bear. I can't believe I let him touch my body. I should not have done that. Mentally reprimanding myself for poor decision making (though I truly did have little decision in the matter), I pried myself from his hold and went to take a quick shower. After a refreshing shower consisting of washing out all the cum he had pumped into me, I walked to the kitchen to see Mrs. Jeon reading a book on the couch.

"Hello auntie, how is your book so far?", I timidly asked. She smiled real wide as she saw me, pulling my hand to sit next to her, "Going well dear. Have been wanting to read it for ages but never got around to it till now". I nodded with a small smile on my face. "Auntie, I will be going out to briefly check up on the house in this neighborhood. It is just a quick 5 minute walk. Can you just take care of the kids in case they get up in between"?

Mrs. Jeon quirked her eyebrow slightly up, quietly whispering," Do you not trust them with Jungkook?" I smiled at her in a perfunctory manner, feeling a little soulless, "I honestly am not sure. He seems to only be interested in them for the time being. I don't think I can count on him to be a true father since he has not shown up for either of them consistently. I will be getting everything ready to shift into the linden house tomorrow morning". I sighed, feeling weary all of a sudden staring into Mrs. Jeon's eyes with resignation and acceptance, "I knew this marriage was a farce from the very beginning, so I never expected anything from him. I just hoped that he would visit the kids regularly. That was honestly it. You see Mrs. Jeon, ours is not a typical marriage. We just fulfilled each of our needs at the time. He found me, to take care of Iro. And I took his help to gain financial stability and have children that I could call my own".

She pensively stared back at me, with a sadness reflected in her eyes, face frowning slightly. I smiled in a reassuring manner and pivoted to grab my phone and wallet, walking out of the house to briefly check up on how ready it was. After seeing the house in perfect condition since my brief visit last month, I did some cursory cleaning so the kids and I wouldn't suffer allergies. It was a two story house with 5 massive bedrooms, a gym room, cute well equipped kitchen, and beautiful views of trees through all the windows. Imagine a house that looked like a winter wonderland, waiting for Christmas to blanket it; enveloped by berry, maple, and fir trees.

Walking back into the Jeon's house, Mr. Jeon opened the door for me with a soft smile. And to my distinct surprise, I saw Jungkook feeding or shall I say, attempting to feed Mari and Iro some pumpkin pudding that Mrs. Jeon had made. I walked in silently, and patted him on the shoulder , "Thanks for helping feed them. Both of them sleep early, so it is truly perfect that you are feeding them right now". He stared at me as if he were deciphering the contents of my soul, even as Mari jabbed her tiny finger (honestly resembling a claw at this point) into his sturdy chest. "Of course Y/N, it really is no big deal". I ate a light dinner , a bowl of lamb and potato stew with udon noodles.

Grabbing the kids from my Jungkook, I walked back to the bedroom. The kids easily fell asleep as they usually tend to once they are fed. Brushing and getting ready for bed in some shorts and a tank top, I slipped beneath the covers ready to doze off. Before I knew it , I had drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to Jungkook's heavily muscled arm wrapped around my waist, and his legs trapped between mine. His head was laid up on my left breast and I could feel his breathing on my nipple. Arousal was starting to pool in my underwear and my left nipple stiffened with the warm air of his breath flooding it. To make matters worse, his groin was rubbing against my wet core. I gasped as the small pleasure started to build in my core.

I had to get out of his grasp no matter what. I carefully detached myself from him. He had the notion that he could seamlessly slip into my life when our arrangement never included physical love. Even if he became a proper dad to the kids, I was not letting him fuck with me. The man showed how irresponsible and inconsistent he was. Actions speak louder than words. I quickly wrapped my hair into a bun, brushed, splashed my face with water, and changed into a blue cotton sundress.

I hadn't unpacked much at all, so I shoved whatever was out back into the two suitcases I had brought. Grabbing Mari as she slept, I gently woke up Iro and cleaned his face. Thank god Iro was a quiet child. We slipped out the bedroom with the suitcases and saw Mr. and Mrs. Jeon making breakfast.

I grinned, "Good morning auntie and uncle, just going to shift over to the linden house. I will feed the kids breakfast and we will go over there. You guys should come over for lunch, I will have a whole gourmet selection ready for you ". They laughed at my demand. After getting Iro to eat something and shoveling down some oatmeal myself, I packed some food for Mari and drove over to the linden house with the luggage.

Mari got up in between and I bathed both the kids as soon as we walked in. I let out a huge breath in relief, finally I would have my own breathing space. Mr. and Mrs. Jeon were lovely, but I did not want to constantly be around Jungkook. He had taken yesterday's advances, as a way to weasel into my bed. I started working on making shrimp stew, rice, fried omelettes, tonkatsu and some curry.

I was used to cooking since I was 16. It was a therapeutic activity for me. Finishing in a record time of 2.5 hrs, I took a quick shower myself and called Mrs. Jeon over. I didn't know that a hectic hodgepodge of erratic events were happening in the Jeon house in between.

Mrs. Jeon wacked Jungkook with a broom handle, "Get UP YOU LAZY BOY!!!!! GET UP!!! GET UP!!! Go get yourself cleaned up and read for lunch. You have a wife and kids to get back". She sneered , menacingly at him as slowly got up in a confused state, doe eyes wide open, puzzled by what his mother meant. "What do you mean mom? Aren't Y/N and the kids at home. Where would they have gone?"

Mrs. Jeon shook her head in disappointment, a frown on her face, lips pinched in irritation, "Your Y/N is a very independent, reliable girl. She bought the linden house before coming here and she moved into it with the kids this morning itself. She invited your father and I over for lunch. Clearly she wants to keep family bonds, but you are a miserable father and husband. If you didn't want to be a good husband, you could've at least been a good father. But no, you chose to fail on both counts". Ceaselessly shaking her head, she walked away before yelling, "YOU BETTER GET YOUR RANK ASS SHOWERED AND READY FOR LUNCH. SHE DIDN'T INVITE YOU FYI, BUT YOU ARE GOING ANYWAY, WE ARE NOT MAKING LUNCH AT HOME"!

With those biting remarks, Mrs. Jeon left Jungkook alone with his dismal thoughts. His wife had clearly not accepted him back, even as a father to the kids. He scoffed , of course she wouldn't. He had been such a horrible dad, not seeing his kids as they were growing up. Even when he was told that Mari was born by her sister Wei, he wasn't bothered at the time. He almost wanted to sit there crying the rest of the day, remembering her cute toothless little chubby face.

He showered rapidly, running to the door as his parents planned on walking over with a basket of red bean filled pastries. Y/N opened the door in a light pastel yellow dress littered with a pattern of violets, and simple diamond studs. She was classic, a beauty , and she was the moment. Her curled hair cascaded down her backless sundress. Jungkook swore his mother slightly gasped when she first saw Y/N. As soon as Y/N saw Jungkook, her beaming smile faded into an indifferent nod. He hated that he had made her that way.

She pushed his parents toward the massive oak table with a beautiful view of the garden. The entire house was filled with paintings of forests and gardens, with a small collection of creepers winding around the staircase leading up stairs. The views were also ridiculously impressive, with trees looking close to a hundred years old shading the entire house, yet still allowing sunlight in. Jungkook could tell this property was super expensive, more so than the one he had bought just from the interiors and the 3 acre garden encompassing the entire circumference of the house.

Y/N had made bank, and she might not need him anymore. He started perspiring , beads of sweat lining his forehead as he frantically thought of how easy it would be for her to delete him from her life. She was emotionally stable, mentally strong, had his parents on her side, and financially rock solid. She could easily marry a more reliable, doting husband and leave him out of the picture.

Not able to control his panic, Jungkook was barely able to eat a spoon of the stew before he excused himself with a trembling voice, "I need to use the bathroom, one minute". He booked it to the bathroom, not even able to take his eyes from the ostentatiously furnished restroom complete with a settee and potpourri. Since when were bathrooms so big that they contained sofas and potpourri?!!

Y/N was confused at his abrupt exit from the dining table. It had been five minutes since Jungkook had stumbled away in a hurry. Y/N decided she would check on him in case he needed anything. "Give me one minute auntie and uncle, let me just check on Jungkook". They nodded , consumed in eating their food and feeding the kids. Y/N walked over to the bathroom and rapped on the door, "You ok there Jungkook? Need any help finding toiletries"?

Before she could take in another breath, the door opened with a frantic Jungkook who was shirtless, pants loose. An extremely defined arm grabbed her around her waist and whisked her inside the bathroom before she could even yell. Hitting on his tan glistening chest, Y/N sharply demanded "What the hell are you doing? Let me go. What is your damn problem? Did nobody teach you manners growing up?"

Jungkook grimaced, seating Y/N on his lap, her dress shoved up all the way to her waist, chest heaving, hair in disarray, " No Y/N nobody did. That is why I cannot resist you and am driven to utter distraction by you. Ever since I saw you at the door with Mari in your arms, I have been spellbound by you. You are an enchanting, gorgeous woman and I should've seen that earlier. I used to hate on you and shame you for your body to my Hyungs. But the minute I felt you in my arms, and saw you with my babies, I wanted to kill myself for my senseless and false words".

Even as I continued beating on his chest to release me, angered by him body shaming me in the past, he fixed me to his lap, restraining my arms making me grind on his lap, his hips guiding me into a blinding rhythm. I bit out with sheer venom, "Then why don't you divorce me and marry a model instead? I don't need your money anymore, and we can share custody of the kids. If seeing my body disgusts you, there is no point continuing this". Hearing those words broke Jungkook, how could he leave this beautiful caring woman alone for some vapid shallow model? Was she so stupid that she couldn't understand how much she meant to him?

Clearly he had never verbalized enough how much she drove him nuts. When Jungkook was in a depression after breaking up with the Spanish model and having Iro at his doorstep, Y/N had swooped in to the save day. Seeing her treat Iro as if he were her own son for two years had made him love Y/n so much. He had just never wanted to get close to her and get hurt. He knew in his soul that if anyone would break him, it would be Y/N. When he married Y/N, he never even touched a woman after that. He would have escorts who he would take to galas and work parties, the tabloids going nuts at his hired companions.

Finally having Y/N in his arms, he couldn't hold back anymore. Tears streaming down his face, he undid Y/N's dress zipper throwing it over her head. Y/N couldn't even fight back against his skilled quick movements. Making too much noise would alert his parents and her kids. He desperately shoved his face wet with tears between her breasts. His calloused hands squeezed the perfect globes of her butt, getting her to slowly grind on his cock.

Y/N couldn't hold back as the sensations overtook her. She moaned quietly as she could feel Jungkook kneading at her waist as his tongue traced her collarbones, littering tiny bits all over them. Y/N attempted refusing, putting hands on his shoulders to push him away, "No Jungkook we can't do this. I don't know how many women you have been with". Jungkook warbled back , "No Y/N, you are the only one since I have married you. I tried avoiding you, but seeing the kids and you have made that impossible. I was a horrible father and husband but I will make it up to you and the kids no matter what".

Not able to control himself, Jungkook came in his pants with Y/N heavily panting on top of his lap ,completely naked. He stared at his wife, amazed at her beauty. He would never leave her or the kids again. Y/N retorted back with a quirk of her lips, eyes shining with promise and mischief, "So is that it? That was all you had for me after so many years"?

Jungkook growled back , black eyes shining into hers, mouth smirking, grabbing her hair in his hand to bring her face closer to his, "Of course not my darling", kissing her in the mouth thrusting his tongue into hers, "This is just the beginning".

#bts #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #smut #bts x plus size reader #chubby reader #self love #curvy reader #angst #jk x reader #jk x y/n #jungkook x chubby reader #jungkook x plus size reader #bts x chubby reader #bts x curvy reader #needy jungkook

[justmybookthots]

Guild Codex: Demonized

4/5 stars

Hello to this series that has consumed my life the past couple of days. What is wild is that I almost did not read this series. I saw in the reviews that the demon was in a contract with the heroine in exchange for cookies, and I was like, that sounds overly comedic and I personally dislike it when comedy dominates fiction, so no.

But after reading the first two books in the Red Winter trilogy by the same author, I decided to give this one a try.

LUCKILY IT WASN’T ANYTHING LIKE THAT (the cookies were something the demon had no choice but to accept because they were both desperate for a contract at the time) AND THIS SERIES HAS ETCHED ITS PLACE AMONG MY FAVOURITE BOOKS. 

I just binged this entire series (all four books) from Sunday to Thursday, wtf. I started the first book on Sunday and finished it on Monday (I think??), then tried to take a break but ended up bingeing anyway. The first book was pretty much near perfection; there was almost nothing I could critique about it. Every scene with Zylas (ZYLAS!!!) hit the spot and while I feared their exchanges would become repetitive, each scene was chef’s kiss and had a purpose that led to a greater picture. The other three books weren’t as perfect, especially the last one, but they still had me in an iron-grip and had me zooming through all of them.

The last time I was this engrossed in a series, it was with Cruel Prince. I think it was my obsession with Zylas that really sucked me in. I haven’t loved a male lead like that in a while. At some point, I thought he even rivalled Cardan (now, maybe not? I don’t know). He was rude, cruel, even kind of sociopathic in the first book, which made sense because he was a demon. I was so worried he’d soften up right away and just end up behaving like a normal person (which so many books make the mistake of. Being arrogant but tortured does not make a male lead a demon, just a stereotypical hero, thank you very much) but he was always so unpredictable. I loved how he touched Robin’s hand - then grabbed her into the summoning circle and asked how her blood tasted. It was totally out of nowhere in an otherwise soft moment that had lulled me into a false sense of security. 

I also loved that he wasn't considered strong for a demon, and had to use his cunning to fight a lot of times. °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° My heart almost broke, though, when Robin forced him to fight the demon from the First House and nearly got him killed. Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh. I don't know why, but I found that plot point soooo good.

Also, in the second book, him harassing Socks (the cat) was EVERYTHING:

I also really liked Robin - she wasn’t the badass, snarky heroine that I’ve read in so many fantasy books. She was timid, and combat-wise really useless. She had to struggle to make herself useful during battle, and was more book smart than street smart. AND I LOVED IT. It was such a refreshing change from what I was used to, and what I’d been looking for. I’d even asked Reddit for recommendations… I wonder why they didn’t recommend this to me? Or maybe they did, and I forgot.

But I digress. 

I think Annette Marie is really talented, and while the language is very straightforward and not very pretty or flowery or anything like that, the story is extremely well-written. My eyes started glazing over when the action got too intense, though, and I ended up skimming the fight scenes. I’ve never really cared about action in fiction, if I’m being honest. I always skim that, including in thrillers. 

The last thing I’d like to add is that after Robin and Zylas consummated their relationship in the last book, their tension kind of ebbed for me, and I wasn’t as invested in them anymore. I’m not sure why - was I so invested in their slow burn that I didn’t care afterwards? I also think the sex scene was meh, and could have been done with better foreplay and all that shit to make it more intense, because it felt - no pun intended - kind of anticlimactic. If the romance is slow-burn, so should the. Fucking. Sex!!!!!

(Also I would have liked Zylas to be more... in pursuit, lmao, but that's neither here nor there.)

Overall, it was so FANTASTIC, and I just loved, loved, loved their little makeshift family with Amalia (GO AMALIA!!! Loved how Robin and her formed a friendship that lasted all the books) and Socks. I was terrified of finishing the series too fast because I’d have a massive book hangover, so… yikes. Thankfully, I think I’m okay, because the last book wasn’t hitting as hard.

I hope I'm okay...

Also, some of my favourite quotes:

❤️❤️ (Can I also say I'm obsessed with his tail? FIRST CARDAN, NOW ZYLAS. WHY DO I KEEP FALLING FOR MEN WITH TAILS?)

- 20 July 2023

#booklr #bookworm #guild codex: demonized #Annette Marie #reading #currently reading #book blog #bookish #fantasy books

[ecmlol]

Grandpa Bruce part two

After his first meeting bruce vowed to be a better grandpa then he was a father to dick .

Every week bruce would call and spend time with Mar'i on FaceTime . He bought books that he reads to her every week.Everyone in the hoousehold  respects the bond and when ever mari meet a milestone someone will call Bruce.

The first milestone was her picking up her head staring gar. Gar gladly send pictures and called bruce. Her second was smiling kory was getting her dressed for the day and she tickled her belly and smiled ear to ear.kory laugh and took a picture and sent it to Bruce . This time it is dick's turn. It was 9 in the morning and dick is changing Mar'i diaper on the floor of the training room.

So after daddy finishes training we'll get some breakfast . Dicks says as he fold the diaper up so he can put it in the trash. He gets up and heads toward the trash can.he turns back and the blanket is empty.

Fuck kory going to kill me dick says to himself.

He turns and see her laying about 6feet away on her stomach.

I think your grandpa needs to see this.

Dick pick her and heads to his phone across the room.

Let's call your grandpa.

Gotham

Bruce is siting in a lunch meeting when his phone rings.

It's my son I have a grand daughter now. Give me a minute. Hello dick how's our girl doing ?

She's amazing you wouldn't believe what she just did.

What

If I told you you wouldn't believe me . Tap on to camera feed in the training room and you can see for your self.

Ok im at lunch meeting so it will be a while.

Cant wait for your reaction.

Dick hangs up

She maybe half aliens but she so advanced. At a few days old she can hold her head steady with no problem. She a month today and she just rolled over dick thinks to himself

Half a hour later

Dick gets a face time call from Bruce that includes kory who happen to be in the bedroom grabbing her shoe because she was heading to the gym .

Hi Bruce how are .kory say

I'm fine thank you . I'm glad I got both of you on the phone because I have questions for you Kory.

So you saw it bruce ! I didn't take a look at it .

Saw what ? Kory ask

She rolls over dick says

She floats Bruce says

She what? Dick and kory said

She rolled over but at the same time she floated off the blanket.

Kory hangs up and takes a seat next to dick.

You ok? Dick sits up and pulls kory closer.

Kory? Bruce ask

I'm here bruce I'm just thinking .

Does anyone have thoses kind of power in your family?

Kory is silent for a minute.

I have been keeping this quit because I been trying perfect it.i never thought baby girl would out me.

Kory stand up and closes her eyes. She starts to rise off the the float off the floor.

Kory you...dick says

Floating... fascinating . Bruce says

Why didn't you tell me . Dick say

Dick how am I suppose to just bring up that to my husband I started floating?

Just spit out babe

I was when it became useful to the teamI didn't think our baby would start doing it too.

I'd like to come visit and see if I could help you to develop your skills. If you don't mind me studying you for a bit.Bruce says

Dick didn't know how he felt about that.

Mar'i starts to cry . Saved by the baby

Hey can I call you back? It's my turn to get her bye bruce.

Sure go ahead I'll talk to you two soon

Dick hangs up.

Kory follow dick towards a crying mar'i in the livingroom.

I know you have your reasons to being cautious with Bruce but I could really use some help with these new powers and what about mar'i?

Then I'll help you are my wife and daughter if you need help it should be me doing it .I know you want bruce in our lives but I know what he going to do with all that data.

What is he going to do with it?

#koriand'r #grandpa bruce #bruce wayne #dick x kory #dick grayson #daddy dick #mar'i grayson #titans dc

[rogeriswater]

Don't Leave Me Now

xx

This work contains fictionalized versions of real events and people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.

tags for this chapter: p.o.v changes, mentions of death and drug use, some smut, some dirty talk

March, 1968

~m.r~

We had been going through the start of another tour. It had been difficult considering Syd wasn't really touring with us at this point, but he still technically hadn't left the band yet. Luckily, Roger was able to steer us through it. We had been touring mostly throughout Europe and the UK to begin with. At the same time, we continued to work on the album. It was getting closer to being finished.

Roger and I only got closer and closer. It was the beginning of March and we had a couple of days off. He decided that today was the day he wanted me to meet his mother. I made sure to dress nicely. I wanted her to like me. Roger was always mentioning to me how his mother never approved of the girls he's been with.

The buzzer to the flat rang. I knew it was Roger so I immediately let him up. I didn't have to worry about Billy freaking out that I was gone because he had gone on a trip with his friends. Ronnie and Sandy were gone now as they had their own place they were living in. So, anytime I've been home, I've been lonely. Except, of course, for the days when Roger would be over.

I stood at the door and waited for him to knock. I opened the door when he did. When he saw me, his eyes did a once over of me and he smiled. "You are so beautiful, my darling" Roger pulled his hand from behind his back, revealing a bouquet of flowers. "I saw these and they reminded me of you because of how pretty you are" He always said that when he brought me flowers, and it made me melt every single time.

"You really are the sweetest, aren't you?" I said. When I looked from the flowers back up to him, his lips were already planted on mine. It was the most tenderly he's ever kissed me. "Let me go put these in a vase with some water" Roger stepped inside and settled himself on the couch while I went into the kitchen. "What did you tell your mum about me anyways?"

"I told her that you're a close friend" He answered.

"And how will I know she'll like me?"

"You'll know, sunshine" As long as it wasn't anything like when I met Billy's mother. I got the flowers put in a vase and then I was ready to go. I emerged from the kitchen and he looked at me. "Ready then?"

"Let's go"

...

We approached the front door of the house that Mary Waters lived in. As far as I knew, Roger only mentioned to her that we worked together and that we had grown to be very close friends. He knocked on the door. A woman bearing a striking resemblance to Roger had opened the door. "There's my George!" She smiled at Roger. She gave him a hug.

"Hello, mum" Roger greeted her.

She pulled away and then looked at me. "Oh my! Aren't you just a doll? You must be Maggie"

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs Waters" I told her.

"Call me Mary, my dear" She placed her hand on my arm and beckoned me inside, with Roger following behind us. She had us sit in the sitting room while she fetched us some tea.

"Why did she call you George?" I asked Roger once we were alone.

"Roger is actually my middle name, and George is my first" He explained. "I prefer to be called Roger"

Mary came back with the tea. She set it down on the table in front of us. When I reached for my cup of tea, I felt her hand gently grab my chin and she tilted my face up so I was looking at her. "Such a truly beautiful girl you are, my dear"

I felt warm at her compliment. "Thank you, Mary"

She smiled at me before sitting in the seat across from Roger and I. "Does this means Judith is out of the picture then, George?" She asked, causing Roger to sigh. Then Mary smiled over at me again. "Your new girlfriend is a huge improvement over her"

"Mum, Judy is still my girlfriend" Roger explained, causing Mary to scoff and roll her eyes. "I've told you before, Maggie is just a close friend"

"George, there is only one reason why sons bring girls home to introduce them to their mothers" Mary prattled on. I could see Roger already getting annoyed with her, but I had to say, I rather liked Mary. I reached for my tea cup and I could see her eyeing my hand. Her face seemed to drop. "Is that a ring, my dear?"

"Yes, I'm married" I told her. I guess Roger never mentioned that part to her.

She smiled sadly. "Well, your husband is a very lucky man to have you for a wife. Tell me about yourself then, Maggie" I told her everything about my life, mostly about my family. "Your father died in the war too? What was his name?"

"Victor Leopold Fox" I answered.

Mary's eyes lit up, like the name was familiar to her. "There was one letter I received, shortly before Eric died. He had mentioned how he made a friend with a man that went by the same name your father did" My eyes widened. Had my father and Roger's father really had known each other? "Apparently, your father talked about you a lot. Then, of course, Eric mentioned how he had a son a few months younger than you. Apparently they had made plans to introduce the both of you, had they survived the war"

I turned to look at Roger, and he seemed to be just as in shock about this information as I had. Mary, on the other hand, kept on smiling. "It was fated that you two would meet, considering how your fathers would have had you two grow up together"

I was suddenly feeling overwhelmed with this information. It was funny how Roger's mum was able to tell me more about my father than my own mother ever did. "May I use your bathroom please?"

"Of course, my dear" Mary pointed me in the direction and I followed them. As soon as I reached the bathroom, I closed the door behind me and I started to cry.

~r.w~

I grew worried about Maggie as I watched her rush to the bathroom. Great, I think my mum just made her cry. I turned and looked at her. "Don't look at me like that, George" She scolded me.

"I think you made her upset" I explained. "Her mum doesn't talk about her dad at all"

Mum looked guilty. "Oh. I had no idea" She quickly changed the subject. "Tell me about this husband of hers. You must have met him already"

"His name is Billy" I answered, my mouth turning sour as I said his name.

"Is he good enough for her?"

"Mum, why—"

"Is he good enough for her?" Mum repeated.

I sighed. "He really isn't mum. But she won't leave him"

"Then you have to change her mind, George" Mum told me, and I gave her another look. "You can't fool me. I know you love her. You look at her in ways you've never even looked at Judith before. I am telling you now, I would like to have Maggie as my daughter-in-law someday and I would like to have grandchildren before I die"

"I never understood what your problem with Judy is"

"I've never trusted her. Even if she hasn't cheated on you yet, then she will. It's only a matter of time" My mum always had that suspicion with Judy. I've never believed it myself, until recently that is. I've never caught her with Billy yet, but if those two were doing something behind mine and Maggie's backs, I wouldn't be surprised. If that were the case, I really do think Maggie would be more hurt than I would be. "George, you and Maggie are soulmates. If you let her slip away, you will regret it"

Was mum right? I never believed in that soulmate shit but I found myself believing it now. But what good is it if your soulmate is already married to another man? "Mum, I'm glad you like Maggie—"

"She's the only decent girl you've brought around. Every girl you've brought around ended up cheating on you, and I have no doubt Judith will do the same" I was about to say something but Maggie had returned. Mum got up from her seat and walked over to her, wrapping her arms around her. "Are you alright, my dear? If I made you upset, that wasn't my intention"

Maggie smiled at her. "It's alright, Mary. It's just... you're so open talking about Roger's father with him, but my mum, she acts like mine never existed" She started tearing up. "I've never had a good relationship with my mum"

My mum gave her a smile. "Maggie, so long as you're with my George, I'm your mum now, okay?" She placed her hand on Maggie's cheek. Maggie's eyes closed and she pressed into my mum's hand, clearly not used to such motherly affection. "Why don't you two stay for dinner?"

"Mum, we have to—"

"Yes, Mary" Maggie answered. "We'd love to"

...

My mum and Maggie chatted all throughout dinner. I'm pretty sure mum was already starting to plan our wedding in her mind. "Tell me more about your husband, Maggie" Mum asked.

I clenched my jaw. Just what I wanted to hear. The woman I love talking about her husband. "His name is Billy. We've been together since our first day of high school"

"High school sweethearts!" Mum exclaimed. She gave me a look. "Much like George and Judith. Of course, they didn't start dating right away. He had a couple of girlfriends before her. And poor George, all of them ended up cheating on him"

Maggie looked at me sympathetically. "That's terrible"

"How many boyfriends did you have before Billy?"

"Oh, none"

"So you've been with the same boy for a very long time then?" Mum said, smiling. By hearing that, I knew she was thinking, finally, a girl that would stay faithful to my son. "What was your wedding like?"

"We didn't really have a wedding" Maggie answered sadly. "We got married right after we graduated at a registry office"

"That's a shame" Mum said. "Every girl deserves the chance to have the wedding of her dreams"

"But we are renewing our vows, and we're having a ceremony for that, so it'll make up for it" Maggie forced a smile. I could tell she tried to happy about it, but it really wasn't the same as an actual wedding.

"My dear, do you love your husband?" Mum asked suddenly.

"Mum, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Let her answer the question, George"

"Of course, I love Billy"

Mum smiled. "But do you really love him? There's a difference between thinking you love someone and truly loving someone"

Maggie seemed stunned at what my mum had said. "If I didn't truly love him, I wouldn't have married him"

"Mum, that's enough!" I scolded her. What was she trying to do anyways?

Mum sighed. "I've crossed a line. I'm sorry" I looked at Maggie and she seemed to be staring off into space now. "Perhaps you could introduce me to him sometime? We could all have dinner together. And George, you should bring Judith around again sometime"

It was never good when I brought Judy to see my mum. They tended to argue a lot, mostly about me. And I don't even know why she would show an ounce of interest in meeting Billy. I suppose she just wanted to meet him and see for herself whether he was good enough for her or not.

...

Maggie and I didn't stay long after dinner. We said our goodbyes to my mum. When we got into my car, we both just sat there for a moment. "Look, I'm sorry about my mum" I apologized. "I don't know why she was asking you all that"

Maggie smiled. "It's okay. I like your mum"

"She likes you too. I think you're the only girl I've brought around that she likes"

"I'm sorry you've been cheated on before"

"I've gotten over it. It's not like those relationships were serious anyways. And I'm not gonna act like a saint and say I haven't cheated before" I admitted. I saw Maggie nod and she frowned slightly. "Before you came along, I would be with a different girl every night after a show. But now you're the only one I ever want"

She reached over and touched my face. "Is Judy home tonight?"

"No, sunshine"

"Take me to yours"

~m.r~

We couldn't have made it back to Roger's any faster. The minute we were inside, his hands were all over me and his lips were on my neck. I felt him sucking at my skin, and I knew if he kept that up, he was gonna leave a love bite. "Roger, no marks" I warned him.

He stopped and muttered against my skin. "Why not"

"You know why"

I felt him smirking. "I wanna leave marks all over you, sunshine. Show all those men that watch you that you're mine" He growled possessively. "They all stare at you when you're on stage and I bet they're all thinking the same thing. About how much they wanna fuck you"

"Is it any different from when you're staring at me?"

"The difference is that you'll end up in my bed at the end of the night"

I turned around to face him. His pupils were blown wide with lust. "You've yet to take me in your bed though, Rog"

"We should change that tonight" He said before leaning in and giving me a passionate kiss. Roger picked me up. My legs secured around his waist and he held me tightly by the waist. I thought he was going to carry me to the bedroom but he brought me over to the couch instead.

He set me down and stood over me. I looked up at him, confused. "Roger, what—"

He dropped to his knees and I immediately caught on to what he wanted to do. "I can't hold off on fucking you any longer, but I want a taste of your cunt before I bury my cock inside of you"

I reached and laced my fingers in his hair. I began massaging at his scalp and he let out a soft moan. He placed a kiss to my knee which caused me to spread my legs. He began rub his hands against my thighs. Sadly, the phone started to ring which interrupted us. Roger groaned in annoyance. He got up and went over to go answer the phone.

"Hello?" He spoke. "Hi, Peter. No, I was with my mum all day. Maggie? She happens to be here with me" Roger looked towards me. "Well you can tell me, and I'll make sure to tell Mags" He remained quiet for a moment, but I could see his entire face fall. "Syd's what?"

That made me get up and walk over to Roger. "What's going on?" I whispered to him. He was only on the phone for a few moments more before he put it back on the receiver and looked at me. "What's wrong?"

"Syd's run off somewhere. Peter went to go see him and he was gone. Plates and every thing were smashed" I could tell that Roger was concerned about him, but I could also sense the frustration. "I can't do this anymore, Mags"

"What do you mean?"

"Syd, we can't keep doing this with him" I could hear Roger's voice break, like he wanted to break down and cry, but he didn't. "I think it's best for everyone if he leaves the band"

"Roger, you—"

"You know that I'm right, Maggie" He ran his fingers through his hair, clearly frustrated. "I feel awful for saying that. He's my friend, but he's just been so—"

With both of my hands, I touched his face and he visibly calmed down. He looked at me. "Let's not worry about that right now, okay? We need to go find him. He's probably feeling all alone and scared"

...

Roger and I went out looking for Syd. It had gotten dark by now and it was heavily raining. We had been driving all over trying to find him and we were having no luck. I could sense how frantic Roger was feeling. "Y'know, if you weren't here with me right now, I'd probably be going crazier than I already am" He told me. He reached over and grabbed my hand.

"We'll find him" I assured Roger. We kept on driving until finally we came across an empty park. Save for one person that I spotted sitting all alone in the grass. I made Roger stop the car and immediately bolted out. The heavy rain had quickly soaked my hair and through my clothes, but I didn't care. I kneeled down beside Syd. "Hello?" I quietly said to him. "Is there anybody in there?"

He didn't say anything. Instead, he slowly turned his head to look at me and he blinked slowly. I could tell right away that he was on some drugs right now. He was shaking a lot though I wasn't sure if that was due to him being cold from the rain, or the bad trip he was having. I touched Syd's shoulder but he flinched at my touch.

"Syd? Do you know who I am?" I asked him slowly. He continued to stare at me and he nodded. "Who am I?"

"You're the pretty lady who sings in the band" He said as coherently as he could in this state. "Maggie" Syd managed my name. "Shining star"

I smiled. "Yes, that's me. Roger and I are here to bring you home, okay?"

"Roger" Syd slowly repeated his friend's name. "Roger is in love with Maggie, but he won't tell her"

Wait, what did he just say? Surely, that just has to be the drugs talking. Syd doesn't know what he's saying right now. There's no way Roger could... could he? Syd let me grab his hands and pull him up to his feet. I had my hand around his waist as I guided him to the car. I opened the door for him and he crawled into the back seat. Once he was in safely, I got in the front with Roger.

"Where are we taking him?" He asked me.

"Well he shouldn't be alone" I answered. "I think he should stay with us for the night"

...

We brought Syd back to Roger's. I sat with Syd on the couch. He laid down with his head on my lap and I combed my fingers through his wet hair. Roger went to go fetch Syd a pillow and a blanket. When he came back, he also had a spare set of clothes so Syd wouldn't have to sleep in wet clothes for the night.

Roger looked down sadly at Syd, before sighing and shaking his head, as if he was disappointed in him. He mentioned something about making a call to Peter before leaving Syd and I alone again. "Thank you" Syd muttered quietly.

"Thank you for what?" I asked.

"For being the only one who gives a shit about me. The others don't care about my feelings or what happens to me"

"Syd, you know that's not true"

"But it is, and you know it. I'm getting kicked out. It's over for me"

I really didn't know what to say to him right now. I shivered as I was freezing cold due to my dress being completely soaked through. "I think you should get some sleep, Syd" I left him so that he could get changed and go to sleep.

My feet carried me to Roger's bedroom. I could hear him inside, chatting to Peter on the phone. I stepped inside and leaned in the doorway as I waited for him to finish. "I really do think that's what is best. We can't keep doing this with him anymore" Roger spoke, obviously about Syd. He looked at me, finally noticing my presence. "Y'know, what, it's late so I'll call you back tomorrow" Roger hung up the phone.

"Was that about Syd?" I asked him.

"Yes"

"And?"

"Promise you won't be mad at me?" He asked me, to which I nodded. "This was the last straw for Syd. If he's gonna keep going like this, then we can't have him in the band. I know he was on acid again tonight"

I stood there, processing what Roger had just told me. "Okay then"

"Aren't you mad?" Really, how could I be when Roger was right? Syd was getting worse and worse. Maybe he wouldn't be able to get the help he really needed until he left.

"No" I simply answered. I shivered again and wrapped my arms around myself, trying to give myself some warmth.

"Oh, sunshine, you're freezing" Roger fretted over me. "You need to get out of those wet clothes" He walked over to the dresser and pulled a drawer open.

As for me, I stripped out of my dress, not really caring that Roger was still in the room. He's seen my tits before so it wasn't a big deal to me. There was a cool air against my skin which gave me goosebumps. Roger found a garment for me to wear. When he looked at me, his eyes danced across my body and he smiled. "I still can't get over how beautiful you are"

He walked over to me and handed me the silky garment. It was a nightgown. "Is this Judy's?" I asked him.

"Yes, but it should fit you" Wasn't that romantic? Roger giving me his girlfriends lingerie to wear for the night. I grabbed it and was about to put it on. "Wait" Roger cupped my tits in his hands. His warms hands felt nice on them. He leaned down to give them attention with his mouth. He kissed them both before taking one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it as if he were a child being fed by their mother. He made sure to give my other breast equal attention. When he pulled away, he looked at me with a smirk. "You can put it on now, darling"

I pulled the nightgown on. Roger turned and then proceeded to undress himself. I watched as he pulled his shirt off. The muscles in his back flexed graciously. Then, he started to remove his pants. He pulled them down, revealing once again that he never wears anything underneath. I bit my lip at the sight of his perfect ass. I turned around just as he turned, so that I wouldn't be caught ogling at him.

I heard Roger chuckle. "I know you were staring. It's okay" He came up behind me and pressed himself against me. His arms wrapped around me, one hand pressed against my stomach and the other cupping my breast. I could feel his cock against my ass. He pushed my hair aside and pressed a kiss to my shoulder, and then up my neck.

I glanced forward and look at our reflection in the mirror we were standing in front of. There was something about the sight of a naked Roger behind me, kissing my neck and fondling me, that was so perfect to me. And this is the first time I truly noticed the height difference. My head came to rest just below his chin. Something about Roger being taller than me made me feel safe and secure. That's something I never got with Billy.

Roger looked up and caught my gaze in the mirror. He grinned at me. "What do you see, my darling?"

"I see you and me" I told him.

"You know what I see?" He leaned in and pressed his lips against my ear. "I see a man who's been so lonely in his life and he's finally found the woman he's been waiting his whole life for" It's a good thing Roger was still holding me because that would have sent me to my knees. "I'm not a religious man, but I truly do believe God created you just for me"

I've never heard such a romantic thing spoken in my life. I didn't realize that he had made me start to cry. "Roger" I really didn't know what else to say besides his name. He was leaving me speechless.

But the next thing he said, was what really caught me off guard. "I'm gonna leave Judy"    "What?"

He continued to explain himself. "It doesn't feel right when I'm with her anymore and it feels like I'm betraying you anytime I kiss or fuck her. I meant it when I said you're the only girl I want"

No, I couldn't let him do that. Not for me. Not for a woman who was never going to end her marriage "Roger, you can't leave her"

He seemed to ignore me as he continued. "I'm gonna be with you forever, sunshine" He touched my face and turned my head. He began to kiss along my face. "I want to marry you someday. I want you to be my first and only wife" It was as if he was high just off of my very presence with him. I always got the impression that he was never fond of the idea of marriage, but here he was, promising that he'd make me his wife someday. And I was enjoying it. It made me smile, my worrying thoughts of Billy or Judy disappearing.

"Say it" I urged him. I turned around so that I was facing him. I touched his face. "I already know you do, but I want to hear you say it"     He grasped my face in his hands and looked me right in the eyes. "I'm so fucking in love with you" He confessed. "Christ, we haven't been together that long but, I love you, Maggie. I love you so much"

I smiled when I heard his words. I don't know how long exactly I've been waiting to hear them, but I have been. So I said the words I have only ever said to one other man. "I love you too, Roger"

He kissed me hard. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. We didn't make love that night yet, but we touched and kissed all night. Yes, we may have said the magic words to each other, but did that mean we would leave those that we already belonged to? Roger seemed pretty dead set serious about it, but only time would tell if he would follow through.

As for me, would this give me incentive to leave Billy? As much as I had fallen hard for Roger, I still loved Billy. Perhaps one day, but for right now, I was content where I was. I had Roger with me now, and that's all that mattered to me in this moment. That last thing I heard him saying to me before I ended up falling asleep was that he loved me.

#roger waters #roger waters x ofc #roger waters fanfiction #pink floyd #pink floyd fanfiction #maggie robinson #dlmn #my oc

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Chapter 11: A Second Chance

Dear readers, I have some shocking news to share with you today. It seems that one of our most beloved couples, the dashing Mr. Benedict Bridgerton and the lovely Miss Ingrid Whittington, have had a tragic turn of events. As you may recall, they seemed to be the perfect match, both in looks and in love. But alas, fate had other plans for them.

It has come to my attention that Miss Whittington was involved in a terrible kidnapping and carriage accident, that left her with a broken leg and a head injury. She was taken to St. Mary's Hospital, where she has been recovering for the past few weeks. But that is not the worst of it, dear readers. The worst of it is that Miss Whittington has lost her memory, and does not remember anything or anyone!

Yes, you read that right. Miss Whittington has no recollection of who she is, or who Mr. Bridgerton is. She does not remember their love. She does not even recognize his face, or his voice, or his name. She has forgotten everything that made them happy.

How heartbreaking for Mr. Bridgerton, who has been by her side every day, trying to help her remember him and their life together. He has been telling her stories, showing her pictures, reading her books, anything to spark a glimmer of recognition in her eyes. But so far, nothing has worked. She still looks at him with confusion, as if he were a stranger.

What will become of this unfortunate couple? Will Miss Whittington ever regain her memory? Will Mr. Bridgerton ever win her back? Will they ever find their way back to each other? Or will they be forever separated by this cruel twist of fate?

I do not have the answers to these questions, dear readers. But I do have a feeling that this is not the end of their story. There may still be hope for them, if they are willing to fight for their love. And I, for one, will be rooting for them.

Until next time,

Yours truly,

Lady Whistledown

Benedict entered the hospital room, carrying a bouquet of roses. He smiled when he saw Ingrid, who was lying on the bed, staring out the window. She looked pale and fragile, with a cast on her leg and a bandage on her head. He felt a pang of guilt and sorrow, knowing he was partly to blame for her condition.

"Hello, my love," he said softly, as he approached her. "How are you feeling today?"

Ingrid turned to look at him, but there was no recognition in her eyes. She didn't know who he was, or why he called her that. She had been told he was Benedict Bridgerton, the man who had saved her life, the man who loved her more than anything. But she didn't remember him, or their relationship, or anything about her past. She felt like a stranger in her own body.

"Hello," she replied politely. "I'm fine, thank you."

Benedict set the roses on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed. He took her hand in his, but she pulled it away. He sighed, but didn't give up. He had been coming to see her every day since the accident, hoping to jog her memory, hoping to make her fall in love with him again. He had brought her photos, letters, gifts, and stories from their past. He had told her how they had met, He had told her how much he adored her, how much he missed her, how much he needed her. He had kissed her, hugged her. But nothing had worked. She remained distant and indifferent, as if he was a stranger.

He pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket sits down in the chair. He clears his throat and begins to read.

"My dearest Ingrid,

You are the light of my life, the star of my sky The reason I breathe, the reason I try To be a better man, to make you proud To cherish you always, to say it out loud

But now you are gone, lost in the dark Your memory is faint, your smile is a spark That I hope to ignite, to bring you back to me To remind you of our love, to make you see

That we belong together, that we are one soul That nothing can break us, that we are whole So please don't forget me, please don't give up Please remember our story, please wake up

I love you forever, I love you more each day I will never stop loving you, no matter what they say You are my Ingrid, and I am your Benedict You are my everything, and I am your poet

Yours always,

Benedict"

He looked at her, hoping to see a spark of recognition, a flicker of emotion, a sign of affection. But she only looked bored.

"That's very nice, but what does it have to do with me?"

Benedict felt a surge of frustration and hurt.

"It has everything to do with you, Ingrid. I wrote this poem for you, Don't you remember? We went to the park, and I recited it to you under a tree. You cried and kissed me, and said it was the most beautiful thing you ever heard. You said you loved me more than words could say. You said you were the luckiest woman in the world. Don't you remember?"

Ingrid shook her head. She didn't remember. She didn't feel anything.

"No, I don't. And I don't believe you. How do I know you're not lying to me? How do I know you're not trying to take advantage of me? How do I know you're not the one who did this to me?"

Benedict gasped. He couldn't believe she would accuse him of such a thing. He loved her more than life itself. He would never hurt her, or betray her, or deceive her. He was the one who had risked his life to save her, He was the one who had stayed by her side, the one who had prayed for her recovery. He was the one who had done everything in his power to make her happy, to make her remember, to make her love him again.

He looked at her with a wounded expression.

"Ingrid, how can you say that? How can you doubt me? How can you not trust me? I love you, Ingrid. I love you more than anything in the world. You're my everything, Ingrid. You're my reason for living. You're my soulmate, Ingrid. You're the only one for me. Please, Ingrid, please. Remember me. Remember us. Remember our love."

He leaned in and kissed her softly, hoping to awaken her feelings, hoping to restore her memory, hoping to reclaim her heart. But she pushed him away.

"Get away from me! I don't know you! I don't love you! Leave me alone!"

She started to cry, and so did he. He got up and walked out of the room, feeling defeated and hopeless. He didn't know what to do, or how to help her. He didn't know if she would ever remember him, or love him again. He didn't know if they would ever be happy again. He only knew that he loved her, and he would never give up on her. He would never stop trying to make her remember. He would never stop loving her.

~

Ingrid was sitting on a chair, trying to move her leg with the help of a wooden stick. She felt a sharp pain every time she moved it, but she didn't give up. She wanted to get better, she wanted to walk again, she wanted to be normal again. She didn't want to be a burden to anyone, especially not to Benedict.

She still didn't remember him, or their love, but she had learned to tolerate him. He had been very kind and patient with her, never pressuring her or forcing her to do anything. He had visited her every day, bringing her flowers, books, and chocolates. He had read to her, talked to her, and listened to her. He had made her laugh, smile, and cry. He had shown her that he cared for her, that he respected her, that he admired her. He had made her feel something, something she couldn't quite name, but something that was warm and pleasant and comforting she felt bad for yelling at him earlier.

She also felt guilty, guilty for not remembering him, guilty for not loving him, guilty for not being able to give him what he wanted. She knew he deserved more, he deserved better, he deserved someone who could love him back. She knew he was unhappy, he was frustrated, he was hopeless. She knew he was suffering, and she was the cause of it. She wished she could remember him, she wished she could love him, she wished she could make him happy. But she couldn't.

She felt a tear roll down her cheek, and quickly wiped it away. She didn't want anyone to see her cry, she didn't want anyone to pity her, she didn't want anyone to worry about her especially her parents and sisters.

She looked around the room, hoping to find a distraction. She saw a man sitting on a wheelchair, with a bandage covering half of his face. He was holding a book in his hand, but he wasn't reading it. He was staring at her, with a curious and sympathetic expression. He smiled and nodded at her, and she nodded back. She wondered who he was, and what had happened to him.

"Hello, Miss Whittington," he greeted her, in a friendly voice. "I'm Edward Collins. I'm a patient here, too. I've seen you around, but I never had the chance to talk to you. Do you mind if I join you?"

Ingrid hesitated, but then decided to be polite. She didn't have many friends, or any, for that matter. She didn't have anyone to talk to, except for Benedict. And she didn't want to talk to him, not right now. Maybe talking to someone else would help her forget, or remember, or something.

"Sure, Mr. Collins," she agreed. "You can join me. What are you here for?"

Edward wheeled himself closer to her,

"I'm here for physical therapy, as well. I was injured in the war, two years ago. I was a soldier, fighting for our country. I was in a battle, and a bomb exploded near me. It burned half of my face, and damaged my spine. I lost my sight in one eye, and severely injured my back I may not be able to walk again. I've been in and out of hospitals ever since. They say I'll never recover, but I don't give up. I hope to get better, someday."

Ingrid gasped. She felt a surge of pity and admiration for him. He had suffered so much, and yet he was still hopeful and optimistic. He had sacrificed so much, and yet he was still grateful and humble. He had lost so much, and yet he was still friendly and cheerful. He was a hero, and she was a nobody.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Collins," she apologized. "That's terrible. You're very brave, and very strong. I admire you, and I thank you for your service."

He shrugs, "It's nothing, Miss Whittington. It's my duty, and my honor. I don't regret anything, except for one thing. I had a fiancée, before the war. Her name was Elizabeth. She was the love of my life, the most beautiful and wonderful woman in the world. We were supposed to get married, after the war. But when she saw me, after the accident, she changed her mind. She said she couldn't marry me, she couldn't love me, she couldn't be with me. She said I was a monster, and she left me. She broke my heart, and she never looked back."

Ingrid felt a pang of sadness and anger for him. She couldn't believe that someone would do that to him, someone who claimed to love him, someone who promised to be with him. She couldn't understand how someone could be so cruel, so shallow, so selfish. She couldn't imagine how he felt, how he coped, how he lived.

"That's awful, Mr. Collins," she sympathized. "She's a horrible person. You deserve better, much better. You deserve someone who loves you, for who you are, not for what you look like. You deserve someone who supports you, who cares for you, who stays with you. You deserve someone who makes you happy, who makes you smile, who makes you feel alive."

He smiles and thanks her,

"Thank you, Miss Whittington. You're very kind, and very sweet. You're right, I do deserve someone like that. And so do you.

"I do who is it?" Ingrid asks.

"His name is Benedict Bridgerton, right? He's the one who visits you every day, the one who brings you gifts, the one who reads to you. He's the one who loves you, more than anything in the world. He's the one who saved you, from your injuries, from your amnesia. He's the one who's trying to help you remember, who's trying to make you love him again. He's the one who's waiting for you, who's hoping for you, who's praying for you. He's the one who's suffering for you, who's hurting for you, who's dying for you."

Ingrid felt a jolt of shock and confusion. She didn't know what to say, or what to think, or what to feel.

"How do you know all that, Mr. Collins?" she asked.

"I've been observing you, Miss Whittington. I've been listening his letters, and his poems, and his stories. I've seen his photos, and his gifts, and his flowers. I've been noticing his gestures, and his expressions, and his emotions. I've been learning about you, and about him, and about your love. And I've been wishing, Miss Whittington, wishing that I had what you have, wishing that I had someone who loves me like he loves you, wishing that I had someone who would do anything for me, like he would do anything for you, wishing that I had someone who would never leave me, like he would never leave you."

He paused, and looked at her with a sincere and earnest expression.

"Miss Whittington, you're very lucky, very lucky indeed. You have a man who loves you, more than anyone else in the world. You have a man who would give up everything for you, even his own happiness. You have a man who would die for you, if it meant saving your life. You have a man who is loyal, faithful, and true. You have a man who is handsome, charming, and noble. You have a man who is perfect, in every way. You have a man who is a dream, come true. And you don't even remember him, or love him. You don't even appreciate him, or respect him, or care for him. You don't even realize what you have, or what you're missing, or what you're risking. You don't even know, Miss Whittington, you don't even know."

Still looking at her he advises,

"Miss Whittington, I don't mean to offend you, or to interfere with your life. But I have to tell you, as a fellow patient, as a fellow human being. You have to remember him, Miss Whittington. You have to love him, Miss Whittington. You have to keep him, because he's the best thing that ever happened to you. You have to keep him, because he's the only one who can make you happy. You have to keep him, because he's the only one who can make you whole. You have to keep him, Miss Whittington. You have to keep him, before it's too late."

~

It's evening when Benedict returns he is walking with Ingrid through the hospital garden, holding her hand and supporting her as she used her crutches. He was happy to see her smile and enjoy the fresh air and the flowers. He was happy to spend some time with her, without any interruptions or distractions. He was happy to have a chance to talk to her, and maybe, just maybe, make her remember.

He looks at her with a loving expression and compliments,

"Ingrid, you look beautiful today. I love the way the sun shines on your hair, and the way the wind caresses your face. I love the way your eyes sparkle, and the way your lips curve. I love the way you laugh, and the way you sigh. I love everything about you, Ingrid."

Ingrid looked at him with a grateful expression,

"Thank you, Benedict. You're very sweet, and very generous. You're always saying nice things to me, and doing nice things for me. You're always making me feel special, and making me feel good. You're always showing me that you care, and showing me that you love me. You're a wonderful man, Benedict."

Benedict felt a surge of hope and joy. He thought he heard a hint of affection and warmth in her voice. He thought he saw a glimmer of recognition and emotion in her eyes. He thought he felt a touch of tenderness and passion in her hand. He thought she was starting to remember, starting to love, starting to want.

He leans in and whispers,

"Ingrid, do you remember me? Do you remember us? Do you remember our love?"

Ingrid hesitates, and then shakes her head.

"No, Benedict, I don't. I'm sorry, I wish I did, But I don't."

Benedict felt a pang of disappointment and sadness. He thought he was making progress, but he was wrong. He thought she was getting closer, but she was not. He thought she was ready, but she was not.

He sighs and reassures her.

"It's okay, Ingrid. It's not your fault, It's not your fault that you don't remember, that you don't love, It's not your fault that you were kidnapped, that you were injured, that you're amnesiac. It's not your fault, Ingrid."

He pauses and looks at her with a pleading expression and continues,

"Ingrid, please, don't push me away. Don't push me away, because I love you. Don't push me away, because I want you. Don't push me away, because I need you. Don't push me away, Ingrid. Don't push me away."

Ingrid felt a jolt of guilt and confusion. She looked at him with a conflicted expression and confessed,

"Benedict, I don't know what to do, because I don't remember you. I don't know what to do, because I don't remember loving you. I don't know what to do, Benedict. I don't know what to do."

She pauses then continues, "But I know something someone else told me to do. I think he's right, because he knows what it's like, to be injured, to be alone, to be unloved. He knows what it's like, and he knows what you're like, and he knows what you have, and he knows what you deserve, and he knows what I should do."

She looks at him with a determined expression,

"Benedict, I want to tell you what he said, because I think it's important. It's important, because it might change everything, for you, for me, for us. It might change everything, Benedict."

She takes a deep breath,

"Benedict, he said that I have to remember you. He said that I have to love you. He said that I have to keep you. He said that I have to keep you, because you're the best thing that ever happened to me. He said that I have to keep you, because you're the only one who can make me happy. He said that I have to keep you, because you're the only one who can make me whole again. He said that I have to keep you, before it's too late."

Benedict felt a shock of surprise and curiosity. He wondered who she was talking about, and what he had said. He wondered why she listened to him, and why she agreed with him. He wondered what she meant by keeping him, and what she was going to do.

He asks.

"Ingrid, who said that to you? Who told you that you have to remember me, love me, keep me? Who said that to you, Ingrid?"

Ingrid looked at him with a serious expression,

"Edward Collins said that to me. Edward Collins, is a man who was injured in the war, a man who lost his fiancée, a man who wears a mask. Edward Collins, is my friend, Edward Collins, a man who knows what it's like, a man who knows what you're like, a man who knows what you have. Edward Collins, a man who knows what you deserve, a man who knows what I should do. Edward Collins, is the man who said that I have to keep you, Benedict. He is the man who said that I have to keep you, before it's too late."

Benedict felt a mix of emotions. He felt grateful and touched that Edward had spoken so highly of him, and had tried to help him. He felt hopeful and excited that Ingrid had listened to him, and had decided to follow his advice. He felt curious and anxious about what Ingrid was going to do, and how she was going to do it.

Benedict asks.

"Ingrid, what are you going to do? What are you going to do, to remember me, to love me again, to keep me?"

Ingrid looked at him with a brave expression and said:

"I'm going to do something that I've never done before. I'm going to do some things that might be hard, or scary, or painful. I'm going to do stuff that might be risky, or foolish, or crazy. I'm going to do things that might change everything, or nothing. I'm going to do something, Benedict and I hope you're patient with me and give me a second chance especially when I remember you and our love."

"Of course my love." He says enthusiastically and kisses her hand.

She leans in and kissed him passionately, hoping to feel something, hoping to remember something. She kissed him, and he kissed her back. He kissed her back, and she felt something, and she remembered something she remembered love.

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[lily-drake]

De-Aged

Jason: holy shit- she's so tiny!

Dick: *agitated* Jason, focus, what do we do??

Jason: *coos at the baby Marinette* I haven't seen her this small in forever.

Dick: we need- Jason! Focus! what do we do???

Jason: *shrugs* wait it out? I don't know.

Inspired by @bambicambi

Annoyance coursed through Marinette’s veins as she saw the new Akuma of the day.  Of course it happened when her family came to visit.  Looking up to the sky and praying for strength she turned her back to the chaos, something she would soon regret.  Her brothers were asking her what the heck was going on, and as she opened her mouth a baby pink ray of light hit her, and Marinette poofed and in her place sat 4-year-old Marinette Wayne.

Jason and Dick stared at the small child on the ground in shock and after the moments were over Jason eagerly picked her up and spun her around.

“Holy sh*!  She’s so tiny!”

Jason called out as he held the small giggling girl to his chest.  Dick, was rightfully frustrated and walking in small circles and quickly said,

“Jason, focus, what do we do?”

Upon hearing Jason making cooing noises, he swiftly turned to look at Jason.

“I haven’t seen her this small in forever!”

He exclaimed, nuzzling his nose against the small Marinette.

“We need-Jason!  Focus!  What do we do?”

Jason shrugged as he held Marinette against his hip.  She giggled and tugged at his jacket.

“Wait it out?  I don’t know.”

Dick opened her mouth, but stopped when Marinette began to speak.

“Jay-Jay!  Ride!  Ride!”

Jason’s grin grew and gently set her down while holding her hand.  He squared down and carefully released her hand.  He could not express the pure amount of joy he felt when she climbed onto his back and wrapped her tiny hands around his neck.

“Jason, have you just forgotten the weirdly dressed flying child that not only turned Marinette, but all of Paris into kids?!”

He…had forgotten.  But can you blame him?  Marinette was so tiny when she was a kid, and he hadn’t seen her like this in forever.

“Look, contact Zatanna while I keep her safe and distracted.”

Dick sighed in relief replying,

“Alri-wait a minute.”

Jason was already running with a giddily screaming Marinette.

“No fair, I want to cuddle my baby sister too!”

He sighed in frustration, and no he was not pouting.  Quickly pulling out his communicator he dialed Zatanna.

“Hello?”

“Hey, so I’m in Paris visiting some family, and this flying kid in really weird clothes is going around de-aging people.  Could you come see what’s going on please?”

“Pardon, but what?”

“Yea, it sho-“

Dick quickly ran through the streets dodging beams that were now directed towards him.  Why did stuff like this always happen when they traveled?

A few moments later a portal opened and he had never been more relieved to see Zatanna in his life.  Zatanna looked around and looked at the villain.  As she studied it and was about to jump in, a neon butterfly mask appeared over the child’s face and she realized what this was.

“I can’t do anything, sorry Dick.”

“What?!  Why?!”

“This is ancient magic, probably the most ancient magic in the universe.  There should be others…, see,”

She said pointing to a cat-like figure in the distance.  Dick stared in confusion, what was happening?

While Dick was trying to figure everything out Jason was having the time of his life with Tiny Mari.  He was especially thankful that when she was blasted that her clothes were transformed into a white t-shirt and overalls with lions stitched throughout them.  He had taken so many pictures of them.  We’re people running around everywhere scared, yes, yes they were.  But that didn’t stop him from enjoying as much time as he could with his tiny sister like he used to.

“Jay-Jay!  There’s a fairy in my pocket!”

“How is there a fairy in the Pixie’s pocket?”

He asked jokingly while swinging the hands back and forth!

“Lookin lookie!  It’s a Ladybug fairy!  She’s so pwetty.”

Marinette held Tikki in both of her hands and jumped up and down trying to get him to look.  Jason chuckled and looked down at the toy.  It was cute, he had never seen something like it before.  Then it blinked, and flew out of Marinette’s hand, and oh gosh, IT CAN TALK?!

“Marinette, you need to help Chat Noir defeat the akuma?”

“Akuma matata!”

Marinette called out with a giggle.  Jason would have laughed, if it weren’t for the flying bug thing talking to his sister, who was currently 4, telling her to help someone defeat the crazed villain.

“Woah!  Are you insane?!  Look at her?!  How do you expect her to fight?!”

The thing looked conflicted before sighing and saying,

“Well, do you want to fight it?  You just need to wear the earrings, I can run you through what you need to do!”

“No!”

Marinette screamed.

“I want to be like you and daddy!  It’s my turn to help people!”

“Marinette, you're too young.”

Tears began to well up in the small child’s eyes.

“I-it’s no fair!  You al-always say that!  I want to help!”

She finished stamping her foot definitely with a sharp glare.  Jason sighed in exhaustion and turned to the floating creature.  He mumbles under his breath,

“Can’t believe I’m letting this happen.”

He knew by the way Marinette was gripping at her ears and the definence in her stance.  He could easily take them by force, but he didn’t want to hurt her or make her angry and feel betrayed.

“Can you assure above all else that she will be completely and utterly safe.  I will join as well in my hero suit to make absolutely sure.”

“Yes, she has a partner as well who will watch out for her.”

He sighed in relief at that, but there was a new and very heavy weight on his chest that wouldn’t leave until this event was over.  He listened to the fairy tell Marinette what she needed to do and almost smiled at the determined face she was making.  Her cheeks were so chubby and-no, focus!  He pulled out an extra domino mask he always carried with him and zipped up his leather jacket.  When he turned around there was a burst of pink light and where Tiny Mari once stood stood his sister in the cutest outfit he had ever seen!  It was similar to his old Robin outfit, but closer to Tim’s as she thankfully felt that there needed to be pants.  She had small wings on her back with a black cape with red bottom edges that shielded them from view.  And in her hands was a tiny yo-yo.  Before anything else could happen, he quickly pulled out his phone and took pictures.  He wanted to show this to Bruce and brag, sue him.

Soon after that they both left to the rooftops.  He was honestly surprised by how easily she maneuvered around the roofs and how easily her yo-yo grappled and released from things.  They soon landed next to a Cat Woman knock-off who turned to look at them in surprise and exhaustion.  When Marinette saw him she quickly turned to him and tugged on his sleeve.  Jason crouched down and Mini-bug leaned close to his ear and whispered,

“Does Selie have a son?”

Jason snickered and glanced up at the kid.  He seemed to have heard them if the ears twitching and confused look said anything.

“No Pix.  He was just inspired.”

“Oh, okie-dokie!”

“So, I’m assuming you two know each other and she was hit out of suit?”

“Yep, basically.”

“Right.  Well, we just need to break the wand, but I can’t get close.”

“Little Lady, cast your charm.”

Mini-bug puffed up her cheeks making her old —and most adorable— thinking face before yelling out while throwing the yo-yo into the air,

“Lucky Charm!”

“A red and black spotted rubber bullet dropped into Mini's awaiting palms.  Jason promptly took the bullet and loaded it into his gun, it was the perfect fit.  The hideously dressed child flew over to them and flourished her wand creating the opening Jason needed.  With one quick shot the bullet flew through the air and hit the wand causing it to snap.  A black and purple butterfly began to fly out and mini quickly caught it.  She quickly released it bouncing on her heels in pure joy as a wide smile grew onto her face.

“Told ya I coul’ do it!”

“Yes you did, good job Pix.”

Chat Noir, who they hadn’t noticed disappeared, came back with the bullet and handed it to the small girl.  She threw the bullet into the air jumping up as well and yelled out,

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

Millions of Ladybugs flew through the air repairing damages and Turing people back to normal ending with Ladybug herself.  Ladybug looked around confusedly and saw Chat on her right and Red Hood on her left.  Memories of the past hour flashed through her mind and she promptly hid her face in her hands and a deep blush bloomed across her face.

“This is a disaster, a complete disaster.”

“I don’t know Bug, was it?”

Jason asked with a crap eating grin.

“Yes.”

Came her mumbled response.  Jason laughed and ruffled her hair, Marinette was too miserable to care.

“We should go make sure golden boy isn’t panicking too much, don’t ya think?”

Marinette sighed tiredly and nodded, I guess so.

“Sorry Chat, I promise I’ll explain later.  Bug out.”

And as quickly as she could she swung away with Red Hood laughing and not too far behind.

“B is going to hate that he missed this.”

He called through the air causing a loud groan to escape her lips.

“Don’t show him!”

“Too late Pix, already sent them all to the group chat.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you to Babybug.”

Marinette groaned again and Jason laughed all the way to where they found Dick and Zatanna talking in an alleyway.

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[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Con Man's Daughter

Posting this because there isn't enough biodad! John Constantine content.

[Masterlist]

(Part 2)

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I feel like this should be a Damianette story or just platonic relationship after Jon got aged-up to seventeen and Damian wanted a friend his age but doesn’t want to admit it.

So basically there is this big bad in Gotham using magic that Batman was fighting at the time and enlisted John Constantine to help out.

John realizes that the villain is using a Miraculous.

“Oh. I think I know how he gets his powers. And lucky for you, Bats, I know an expert on this special brand of magic.”

And he did the smart thing and called up Marinette who at the time was already Guardian and was looking for other lost Miraculouses like in the Treasure Hunter AU I wrote.

He calls her at a really bad time. She was in the process of being chased by the guardians of the place. Monsters and evil spirits.

“Hello, Dad. What do you need and can you do it quickly?”

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s me. How is my little cupcake up to these days?”

“You called at a bad time.” Gunshots.

“WAS THAT A GUN I HEARD? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOUNG LADY?!”

“Somewhere in Japan. Getting a Miraculous. And why can’t you call me to check in on me and not ask me to help you with whatever mess you got yourself into.” More gunshots sounds and it was telling that Marinette was using a gun.

“Where did you get a gun? And don’t you have school?”

“It’s summer break. Don’t worry Maman and Papa know. Well, the fact that I am in Japan anyways.” Marinette sounded a little out of breath. Roaring and horrifying sounds at the other end. “Can we do this later?”

“As it happens, there is a villain going around Gotham with what I think is a Miraculous.”

Swears on the other end.

“Oi. Watch your fucking language, young lady.”

“How about a No and move the fuck back, old man. I am coming over right now.”

“Old man? I am not that old-” as a magic blue portal opens up in the Bat Cave.

And a red Chinese dragon comes out with someone riding it.

Its rider was a black-haired girl. She had a trench coat similar to Constantine's. I imagine her with a fedora. Like Carmen Sandiego style but not red. Sometimes red but only when she has to steal it from a museum or high security places and she leaves a name card with the name Carmen Sandiego. A sword strapped to her back and a dagger to her thigh.

She had a gun in her hand which she used to shoot the monsters as it was halfway through the portal and yelled out the spell to close it.

“Brilliant entrance but you are in lots of trouble, little lady. What were you thinking about going to another country unsupervised? And isn’t there still a butterfly problem in Paris?”

“One, I wasn’t unsupervised. I had Tikki, a billion years old being and a sort of god. Two.Well, it got boring trying to track Hawk-bitch down. And I found this legend about a guy with a Miraculous who disappeared in the temple and thought hey, more miraculous could mean another edge to defeating Moth-man.”

More bickering and John grounding Marinette who was acting very nonchalant about it.

Okay, at this point, I should say that Batman and Robin are in the background trying to make some sense.

Batman is surprised to find out that Constantine has a daughter who is also involved in magic like her Father but an apparently more specialised kind called the Miraculous. He is a little miffed that he didn’t know about John having a daughter. He did consider it weird at first that she had a slight french accent unlike her father’s Liverpool accent although she pronounced some words like he does.

He also connected some dots that she is also the Parisian heroine, Lady Rouge who Wonder Woman introduced to the League a while back and had declined to join the Young Justice or Teen Titans until everything in Paris was resolved.

Damian on the other hand was suspicious of the new arrival and came to the same conclusion as his father about the daughter thing.

Batman after a few minutes, clears his throat.

The Constantines stop arguing.

“Bonjour. Batman. Robin. Pleasure to meet you. I am Mari Constantine and yes, I am this homeless looking man’s brilliant daughter.” “Hey”

“Well, Mari. Your father thinks you can help us with this new criminal turning Gotham upside down. Literally in some cases. He said that you might be able to help us.” Batman said as he pulled up zoomed in picture of the Miraculous.

Mari looks through the Miraculous grimoire and tells them all about it and power-ups, basically the most effective thing to defeat the guy is to get the Miraculous off them. Plus a spell that would make the Miraculous ineffective if casted within a certain radius of it.

“Thank you for the information, Mari. Constantine, let’s go.”

Mari made to follow them.

“You young lady are grounded and staying here.”

“I don’t need another supervillain using the Miraculous which are my responsibility as Guardian to retrieve them for their own misuse and wreaking havoc on the city. And what if there is an akuma in Paris? I can’t go there if I am grounded in the Batcave although it is a cool place to hang out.”

“You can portal back to Paris but you are not going to follow me. Understood?”

“yes. crystal”

“Good. After me and Batsy get the Miraculous, you can do your Guardian duties.”

Damian snickers. Until Batman cut his mood short, “You are staying behind too. Robin.”

“But Father, why? I am much more capable than Constantine.”

“Hey!” Both father and daughter.

Damian is staying behind too because of the Miraculous power or other reasons and keeps an eye on Mari.

Damian stays behind and there were some protests about mari mad about having a babysitter and Damian doesn’t want to be a babysitter. Despite the two of them being around the same age.

“I got an eye on you so no funny business.”

“Okay, Dad, I am not going to have sex with Robin.” Mari said with a shit- eating grin. Robin definitely didn’t blush.

“I hate you sometimes.”

“I love you too, Dad. Go save the world. Byee.”

John eyes her suspiciously because she is not one to give up that easily usually.

He casts a spell to watch her as they leave. and which she totally knew about.

“So...I have one question.”

“Tt, ask and don’t bother me anymore.”

“Is Batman Bruce Wayne?”

Damian looks up, totally caught off guard.

“I am going to take that as a yes.”

Puts sword at her neck. “How did you find out?!”

“Opened up Google Maps and saw that we are under Wayne Manor. Connected the dots. Also I already knew when Dad made a bet with me once to find out Batman’s secret identity but he never did confirm it for me. And can you please not tell your father about this? I don’t feel like being interrogated by the Bat in the future yet.”

“Father must know about this.”

“I saw you looking at Scarlet here. An animal lover then? You can give her some belly rubs. She deserves it after helping me outrun those monsters.”

His silence was brought. To pet a dragon.

One thing after another and he ends up bringing out his pets-Jerry the turkey, Goliath the dragon-bat, Titus- and her introducing him to her other pets like a hellhound, griffin and other mythical creatures who mostly roam free but come to her when she calls for them and also the kwamis, at least the ones who came with her.

After 30 mins have passed, “So Robin how do you feel about disobeying our fathers?”

“I am in.”

“Depends. Are we going after the (villain's name) ?”

“Yes.”

Awesome montage of them getting rid of the spell John casted and flying out of the Batcave on their respective giant flying pets to the villain’s base.

Meanwhile, their fathers are not doing so well and are trapped in a death trap. John can’t say the spell because the villain made him unable to talk.

“At least, the kids are staying put.”

Cut to Damian and Mari jumping off their pets and onto the roof. Taking out the guards posted there and going into the building all sneakily and also taking out the guards that come their way.

They dropped into the room where their fathers and the villain is.

“Why am I not surprised?”

Villain starts an evil monologue about his mastermind plan to which Damian cuts it short by trying to cut him down with his katana. Mari goes to deactivate the death trap.

They are evenly matched with Damian’s training and the Miraculous.

Mari steps in as Damian was about to be killed. Taps on the shoulder of the villain and when he turns around, gives an awesome right hook that knocks him out.

Takes away the Miraculous and curses him. Wiped the dude’s memories of it.

“When I said stay in the Batcave, I meant stay behind at the Batcave. What point of being grounded, don’t you understand?”

“You mean, Oh, Mari, light of my life, my wonderful daughter, thank you for saving my ass. You are the best.’ by that, right?”

-----

Mari and Damian exchanged numbers and email addresses.

As she was about to leave the Batcave, “It’s been nice meeting you, Mr. Wayne.” and leaves with a wink.

John ‘ungrounds’ her for the look on Batman’s face.

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After this, Marinette and Damian become friends who bitch and vent to each other about their alter egos and various villains of their respective cities. (In codes, just in case) They also share updates about their pets and love of drawings.

They have that type of friendship where they trade favors. Mari calls Damian to Paris sometimes to help out with the akuma of the day and Damian sometimes calls her in when Bruce doesn’t let him go investigate a case so he can sneak out by magical means or as back up for when his brothers were too annoying to deal with.

It’s summer break so no missing school.

John and Bruce are aware of their friendship and some of the shenanigans the pair gets into behind their back.

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Right. how this all started...

John and Sabine first met when the latter was still in college somewhere in France. John was tracking down a demonic entity which was targeting Sabine for some reason and she was the next target.

John saved her life and exorcised the demon. There was a heat of the moment thing and they had a one-night stand. There were a few more flings and hook-ups after that night.

And nine months later, Marinette Cheryl Cheng-Constantine was born.

When Sabine first found out, she called John to come over and he thought that it was a call for another hook-up and was very surprised to find out that it was not and that he was going to be a father.

They both like each other but do not want to be in a relationship together so they both remained as friends and John agreed after some strong-arming at the very least to meet his daughter before he goes to do his job. And pay for child support. And help Sabine during her pregnancy.

Pregnant Sabine was someone you don’t want to mess with. And John has never met a demon or anyone scarier than her.

He was at first not into meeting his child and there was a self-pity party he threw himself with how the child was going to live a bad life because he was the dad and how he destroyed every good thing in his life.

That’s why he is going to meet the baby once and leave maybe a letter and the occasional birthday present and stay out of their life. Forever.

The day Marinette was born and it took one look into her eyes for the HellBlazer to fall under the spell and all of his plans to stay out of her life to burn away.

At first, he tried. He really tried but he couldn’t do it.

Lasted 4 months before he came back, wanting to place protection spells on her and sigils around the house to keep away the forces of Heaven and Hell and other entities so they won’t use her against him as a bargaining chip.

Sabine calls him to babysit. He could have refused and Sabine would have easily found a babysitter. He moans and whines about how he is a great mage and not a bloody babysitter. Sabine retorts that it is actually called parenting since he is Marinette’s father. He grumbles but in the end, agrees.

The great John Constantine is wrapped around the little girl’s finger.

He was around for some of Marinette’s firsts. Her first word was “John”.

It made him cry. He wasn’t a good man and he doesn’t deserve someone this precious. His daughter doesn’t deserve someone like him as a father but fate made it that way and what can you do about it.

After an exhausting week of doing the usual and coming back from Hell, he saw that Sabine had sent him a video. It was Marinette taking her first steps.

Chas swears that in all the years that he has known John Constantine he has never seen the man look so happy.

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When Tom came into the picture, John was there to take care of a toddler Marinette while Tom and Sabine went on dates.

Insert John threatening a much bigger Tom while holding a baby Marinette with wide eyes and hugging a teddy bear with the same coat as John’s. (It was something Sabine brought on a whim and to tease John when he came around.)

Tom is supportive and treats Marinette like his own flesh and blood.

John resolved to leave for good now that Tom would be there to be a father figure for Marinette.

That plan fell into the drain the moment he was going to leave for what was supposed to be the last time before Sabine pulled him back and knocked some sense into him.

His face was a big giveaway. Sabine knows that despite his claims of being a terrible father for Marinette, he was a good one and damnit she was going to make sure that Marinette would get to know her actual father.

Tom later made an awkward talk with John about how he was not going to replace John’s role as Marinette’s father.

Marinette was the flower girl at Tom and Sabine’s wedding. John was there too.

During bedtime, John would read her stories and use his magic to make it come to life. Although he would feel a little drained afterwards, it was worth it to see her smile.

Sometimes he told stories about his tamer adventures. (After cutting out some of the inappropriate bits)

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When Marinette was about 5 or 6, Sabine was out on an errand and Tom was at home with Mari and helping her with her homework. There was a crash downstairs at the bakery. Tom went down to check it out to find John lying on the ground.

With a weak cough, he said, “Close the door. Close it.” Before losing consciousness

Tom did before a man with pitch black eyes slammed against it.

Thankfully John had installed heavy wards around the bakery when it first opened.

They held against the demon on John’s tail. Tom brought John inside and unsure of what to do, grabbed a rolling pin on the counter.

The man outside started pounding on the glass door and every time his hands touched the door, light glowed outwards, showing the invisible magic barrier around the bakery. Sparks and steams fizzled with every pound.

Despite the reddening and burns of his hands, the not-human didn’t slow down.

“ʝօɦռ....ʏօʊ ӄռօա ȶɦǟȶ ɨȶ'ֆ օռʟʏ ǟ ʍǟȶȶɛʀ օʄ ȶɨʍɛ ɮɛʄօʀɛ ɨ ɮʀɛǟӄ ȶɦʀօʊɢɦ ȶɦɛֆɛ աǟʀɖֆ. օռƈɛ ɨ ɢɛȶ ʏօʊ,” He laughs, the sound sends chills down the large man’s spine, “ȶɦɛʀɛ ǟʀɛ ֆօ ʍǟռʏ ȶɦɨռɢֆ ɨ ɦǟʋɛ քʟǟռռɛɖ ʄօʀ ʏօʊ.”

Tom knew that Marinette’s father was a con man. Come on, Master and Practitioner of the Dark Arts and Occult. But he was a good father nonetheless despite all his flaws and Sabine liked him enough so that was good enough for him.

Before today, magic was just the sleight of hands and use of fancy tools to sell the illusions. Now, with a could-be-a-demon knocking on his door to get to the father of the girl he sees as his daughter, he’s not so sure.

“Tom? Qu'est-ce qui se passe? (What’s going on?)” A little voice came from the stairs, “Dad!” Marinette padded across the floor to the body of her passed out father.

She shook him awake and there were a few soft slaps to the face.

“Dad, what’s happened?”

John mumbles, “Demon…. possessing some rich guy….. Exorcism…. Doesn’t like me very much…Don’t worry...wards going to hold.”

John manages to stand before falling down and Tom catches him before he hits the floor. He has a concussion. Tom turns to Marinette, “Go, Hide and don’t come out until It’s safe.” which she did

Unfortunately, a while later, Sabine returns from her night out and the demon upon seeing Sabine. “ɛӼƈɛʟʟɛռȶ..”

The demon possessed Sabine and the previously possessed dude hit the sidewalk with a thud.

“ɨռȶɛʀɛֆȶɨռɢ....” The voice coming out of Sabine didn’t sound like her mother which scared Marinette a lot. “օքɛռ ȶɦɨֆ ɖօօʀ օʀ,”the demon pulled a knife out of thin air, ,“ȶɦɨֆ ɮօɖʏ ɢɛȶֆ ɨȶ.”

Tom hesitated until the demon put the knife on Sabine’s neck and put enough force for a thin line of blood to be shown.

He opens the door and the demon knocks him out. Stepping over his unconscious body and looking down on it, “ʄօʀ ȶɦǟȶ, ɨ ǟʍ ɢօɨռɢ ȶօ ʟɛȶ ʏօʊ ʟɨʋɛ ʊռȶɨʟ ɨ ǟʍ ɖօռɛ աɨȶɦ ʝօɦռ, օʄ ƈօʊʀֆɛ.” and cackles. The sound was so wrong and unnerving and little Marinette tried very hard for her sobs not to be heard.

Too bad the demon had super hearing. “Come out, my little blossom. Maman is home. Why don’t you come out and give me a hug?”

It sounded so much like her mother and she nearly believed that it was her mother and not some entity in control of her body.

But she knew better from John’s stories of dealing with demons and how they would use the voice of loved ones to lure them out and into a trap. (Definitely not something one should tell as a bedtime story but Marinette was very different and had an unconventional childhood with John Constantine as her father.)

Wait...she got struck with an idea but she wasn’t sure if it would work.

Before she could do anything, the door of the cabinet she was hiding in was opened and she was dragged out.

The demon lifted her a few feet above the ground by the collar of her dress.

It heard Marinette saying something. “աɦǟȶ ǟʀɛ ʏօʊ ֆǟʏɨռɢ ƈɦɨʟɖ, ֆքɛǟӄ ʟօʊɖɛʀ?”

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” Marinette was now screaming the words at the top of her lungs. She repeated the spell over and over again with fierce determination.

John, being his paranoid self, taught her the spell for an exorcism, just in case. Demons spared no one, not even a girl.

It screamed “NO….” as Sabine’s body contorted in strange angles before a dark shadow seemed to be dragged down into the ground. It made a desperate attempt to possess John before it was pulled away and disappeared. There was no sign that there was a demon attack.

After John woke up, he managed to piece together that his 5-years-old (Sorry 5 and a half) daughter sent a demon back to hell.

He was a very proud dad. (He was a tad worried about the consequences from this event and demons hold one hell of a grudge. He wanted his daughter to live a very safe and happy life. The bakery’s wards also need an upgrade.)

He also got the job of explaining what he actually did to Tom. And lots of reassuring.

Sabine, on one hand, was not happy that Marinette knew how to do magic. That is until John told her that he did it just in case so she can protect herself and later it was agreed that Marinette can learn some Magic spells and charms to better protect herself and when she is older, she can decide if she wants to continue or not.

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(Part 2)

#bio!dad john constantine #maribat #damientte #damainette #platonic daminette #maybe? #minor swearing

[goggles-mcgee]

Oh!!!!!! I know that already asked a question about the Wish Away AU, but I really need to know the aftermath of the confrontation in Paris!!! How does the world react to Mari being harrassed by the class and the Dupain-Chengs? Which member of the Graham de Vaniley(sp?) family went to visit the Waynes and why?

The Interview [Little Drabble]

Marietta fiddled with her skirt once more before smoothing out the material as she exhaled, this wasn't her first interview by any means, but this was her first interview as Bruce Wayne's youngest child, to the world. It was different in Gotham because everyone knew not to take pictures of her before the family was ready to introduce her to the world as they had done with each of Bruce's kids before. If she was interviewed or if an article was written about her it was all done without photos. Everyone feared the Wayne lawyers, but apparently, Paris media had no such fear and was already running stories about the Wayne Daughter being accosted by some locals. That was the whole reason for the interview/press conference they had agreed to do now.

"You look immaculate as always, Xiao JieJie. Don't worry, we are all here for you and if you need a break just alert Richard and he will make a fool of himself as a distraction." Damian stated with no room for argument, he sounded so sure that she had to smile and chuckle. He really was overprotective sometimes, but that's how he showed he cared.

"I don't remember that being the plan but I mean, I'm not opposed to it." Dick added and it caused Marietta to chuckle once more. Dick always loved making her laugh.

"I know I'll be okay as long as you guys are here. My brain is just being dumb as always." She said.

"Hey, hey, hey. Your brain isn't dumb Etta, "Duke cut in, "you can't help your anxiety."

"Duke is right." Cass said from beside her younger sister, her presence already made Marietta feel better.

"We're almost on. Don't worry Princess, when we get the signal you'll enter with me after your brothers and sister. If at any point, any point at all, you want to stop, we will." Her dad reassured. She gave him her best smile but still slipped her hand into his for comfort as she heard the cameraman count down for the start of the show.

She heard the host greeting her siblings, she heard them all introducing themselves, some came with laughs as responses and others just polite greetings from the host. She was grateful this wasn't one of those shows with a live audience, though maybe it was and her father simply bribed the studio to not have one that day. She wouldn't put it past him to do so. She also wouldn't put it past Damian, Jason, or Cass to do so either. Whether it was a bribe or the studio did it just to accommodate her, she was grateful, Mari didn't think she would have been able to handle a live audience. Then she saw a worker give them their que.

"And of course we can't forget the stars of tonight's talk, Bruce Wayne, and his youngest daughter, Marietta Wayne." Her dad still held her hand as they walked on stage, and he still held it as they took their seats on the direct right of the host. She was still nervous, but with her family there, she would be okay, so she let go of his hand.

"It's a pleasure to be here as always Dana." Her father said politely.

"Oh Bruce, always so polite! But, you're not the one everyone wants to get to know. It's your beautiful daughter, hello there, I believe this is our first time meeting." Dana, Dana Taylor, the host greeted.

Mari gave the woman a small wave and a shy smile. "Hello, it's very nice to meet you."

"Bruce, she's darling! Now. Before we get into everything, how about we start with how Marietta became part of the family. Last we checked, Ms. Kyle wasn't pregnant nor expecting when word got out about the newest Wayne."

Bruce chuckled, it was rehearsed, like most of his laughs were when it came to interviews. "Starting off with a big one huh? Well, no, Marietta, is not our blood daughter. She is not the result of a fling in the past, nor a nonexistent affair. She was left by one of Selina's old friends. I hope you don't mind that I don't give her name out, but I don't believe it would be polite to give it out."

The hostess merely nodded, her focus completely on Bruce.

"She wasn't ready to be a mother and she didn't have the resources to be a mother, so she left her daughter to us. It was unexpected, yes. But...it was one of the best things to ever happen to me. Marietta has brought such joy and life into the Manor, and she has made our family that much bigger and better." Marietta couldn't help but learn against her dad and give him a brief a hug.

"I love my family, and I am so grateful that they chose to be my family every day. Which is why, what happened in Paris had such an impact not only on me, but my family as a whole." Marietta spoke up, and it was like the entire studio held their breath so they could hear her more clearly.

"Why did you decide to go to Paris in the first place?" Dana asked, her attention fully on Mari now.

"Truthfully? It was because of Grandfather Alfred. Him and I bake together, a lot, and he told me stories of pastries he used to eat when he visited France and I wanted to experience something out of his memories. It sounds foolish and totally like a rich kid thing, but well, we have the means to go and I really wanted to surprise him with some pastries too. So we took the private jet." The answer was practiced, concise, they made sure it sounded genuine in the cave one more time before they made their way to the studio.

"That is a very sweet thought." Dana said with a smile.

"That's what Dick said too, that's why he was part of the "plan" and his French is better than mine so he was going to be my unofficial tour guide and translator, and Cassie wanted to come just to come, and I had no problems with my favorite sister coming along."

"Only sister." Cass said with a laugh.

"Doesn't mean you're not my favorite!" Marietta laughed back.

"And that's when those locals pounced on you all?" Dana asked as she glanced at the camera.

"Not at first." Dick answered instead, taking the attention off Mari for a moment, "we had been walking around for a good while before that. Just taking in some sights. Trying to get lost and see where that took us."

"Dick does that anytime we go somewhere for business or vacation."

"Let's be real Timmy, he does that at the Manor too." Jason snickered.

"I feel so loved right now." Dick said.

"Anyway, it was when we were getting lost that we noticed an ice cream cart. It was pretty random but ice cream sounded good because of all the walking, you know? We all got our cone, it was lovely, though the man at the cart seemed way too into our love life's." Marietta went on to explain.

"The man was very enthusiastic." Cass agreed.

"It was then that those...locals came up. It was...if I'm being honest Miss Dana, it was scary." At that the host's smile slipped off her face and she gave Mari, what seemed like a genuine look of concern.

"I can only imagine." Dana said.

"There were many of them. They all rushed on us and they were all speaking over one another but all their attention was on me...it...I know people say Gotham is dangerous, and it is. I'm not going to sit here and pretend our home isn't. But I think when that woman grabbed me, that was one of those moments in my life that I was genuinely scared." Mari said with a shaky voice, she felt Damian hold her hand and she gratefully gave it a squeeze.

"When Damian and I were looking around for them, that's what we first saw. A woman grabbing my daughter, and a group of strangers surrounding my kids. I...Dana, I don't think I have to describe the panic and anger I felt in that moment." Bruce said, Mari noticed his hand curled into fist and uncurled several times.

"And I believe everyone in Gotham is familiar with how protective of my family I can be." Damian jumped in.

"There are literal Buzzfeed articles about your Top Ten best katana moments Gremlin, I think everyone in the world knows too." Jason piped up.

"I will not apologize to miscreants who harrased my family and grabbed my sister if that's where this is headed." Damian stated as he crossed his arms.

"Well there goes that question." Dana laughed. "But in all seriousness, I am sorry you had to go through that Marietta."

"It's....I don't want to say it's fine, because what they did was not okay, but I'm better. It's okay because I have my family and Gotham behind me. Considering what Paris has been through, and what has come to light during all this, I just want to say to those who...approached us. I'm sorry." Mari said. Her words seemed to shock everyone, including her family. "I'm sorry you're hurt and hurting. I'm sorry my...appearance brought about bad memories. But, how you acted was deplorable, and I don't know who this person you lost was, but to act in such a way, I would have to say they would be heartbroken and upset."

___________End of Drabble________

In short the world is shocked at the treatment of the youngest Wayne and everyone is in her corner. Paris is ashamed, but the Mayor is requesting an apology from Damian for his threat with a weapon.

As for which Graham de Vanily comes for a visit, I legit thought people would guess right away XD it's Felix, or more accurately "Felix" ÒwÓ

#wish me away ask #wish me away drabble #wish me away au #mldccrossover #mldccrossover marinette dupain cheng | ladybug #marietta wayne #ml x batfamily #ml x dc #maribat #goggles answer #goggles ask #goggles answers

[purple-goo-writes]

Where on Earth is MDC?

Chapter 1 

Richard “Dick” Grayson with all his 10 year old intelligence and circus know how was pretty sure of one thing and one thing only- there was no way his guardian, Bruce Wayne, was married. He may have grown up in a circus as an acrobat and wasn’t schooled the way kids were normally, after all most kids don’t have a circus clown teaching them math or a Lion Tamer teaching science- But he was not an idiot! Plus he was Robin! He helped Bats solve some pretty tough cases. He wasn’t letting Bruce try and pull the wool over his eyes! There was no way that Bruce Wayne was married-except maybe married to his work as a vigilante.

For one, Dick has never seen or heard evidence that Bruce was married or seeing someone in the whole two years he has been living in Wayne Manor as Bruce’s ward. Sure, Bruce claimed that his lovely wife was a globe trotter like her grandmother and rarely came home to roost due to how busy her schedule was... Dick called elephant-dung on that. There is no way some socialite would be out exploring the world when they could be hanging off Bruce’s arm gossiping at all the galas and parties Bruce had to hold for his business. Though he is only guessing that this is how high society women act due to only seeing this behavior from Bruce’s investor’s wives, dates and daughters. 

He does find it odd that no one comments on Bruce never bringing a date to his own galas or other social functions. And that everyone when meeting Bruce glance at the odd silver ring Bruce always wears in place of a wedding band before giving those weird sympathy looks and subtle glances amongst themselves. Adults seemed to have their own language when it comes to greeting each other that Dick hasn’t been able to decipher yet. Though the Not-Wedding Ring doesn’t always detour the newer social climbing women from flirting with his guardian or trying to seduce him. Dick has been used many times as a human shield against said women and has come to accept/resent his fate.

Two, the young Robin has never seen so much as a tiny photo of the so called Mrs. Wayne! There are no portraits or photos in the manor that he has seen. While Alfred assures him that Bruce carries on with him every where, Dick hasn’t ever seen it not even after slipping away with Bruce’s wallet, just like Jackie taught him to do with the really rude patrons that came to the circus when he was younger. He made sure to return the wallet! He just wanted to see if maybe Bruce had a tiny photo in there like he had seen other men do, like how The Strong Man carried pictures of his husband and children around in his wallet. But, there was no picture in the wallet except for the one of him, Alfred and Bruce together in a family photo. When he saw the photo, Dick had teared up cause this meant Bruce did see him as family and not as an charity case like everyone at the Academy liked to say he was. Alfred claimed that the Misses was simply too busy to pose for a portrait to be painted and always preferred to be the one taking the photos anyway. While Alfred has never lied to him, Dick is still not convinced.

And three, Dick couldn’t find any mention of a Mrs. Marinette Wayne anywhere! Not even with the Batcomputer! All he could ever find was the latest travel logs of some woman named Marinette Dupain-Cheng, also known as the fashion designer MDC. Sure there were odd newspaper clippings now and then speculating when Mrs. Wayne would be returning from abroad. But those were not concrete evidence of her so-called existence! Honestly, it was starting to drive Dick up the wall with not being able to find anything about or on his guardian’s absent wife! 

The ten year old was this close to throwing a tantrum like no other in demand to get answers. How was everyone convinced that Bruce was married? If he was, then where in the world was Mrs. Wayne?! Cause, Dick would really like to meet her. If only to shut up the voice in his head that was worried that if She was real that she would have Bruce send him away. After all a Circus Freak didn’t belong in High Society. Though Dick was starting to worry if Bruce was really a widower and his way of coping with the grief was to pretend that his wife was still alive and just on an extended road trip...

Though if that was the case then why would Alfred go along with it? Maybe Dick needed to go take a look in the Wayne Family Cemetery just to make sure...

Dick was broken from his musings by Alfred coming into the Manor’s library and clearing his throat, “Master Richard, Master Bruce wishes to see you in the Family Parlor Room. There is someone here he wishes for you to meet.”

That puzzled the child sidekick, but he simply shrugged and nodded, “Alright, Alfie!” Before hopping up from his chair and leaving the book he had been reading in the seat as Dick darted out of the room excited to meet someone new. Maybe it was one of Bruce’s lawyer friends again! Like Dent, who was nice and for some reason liked to comment on how much Dick looks just like Bruce in that odd teasing tone all of Bruce’s actual friends use when they learn he took Richard in. Honestly, Dick isn’t sure what is so funny about the fact that he looks like Bruce. Genetics are weird and he still refuses to try and understand them. 

When Dick skidded into the Family Parlor Room, he was not expecting what happened next. Not at all. Because before Dick could even ask Bruce who was there, the ten year old was being swept up in a flurry of chiffon and lace as a lovely French accented voice started cooing over the tiny child in her arms. Dick would forever deny the startled squeak he let out and the fact that he blushed as red as his uniform top when he managed to get a good look at his captor. The person holding him could only be described as a heavenly beauty with long silky black-nearly blue hair and bright expressive blue eyes that exuded motherly love whilst she held him close in a gentle hug. Her smile made Dick think of the sun shining out from the clouds after weeks of rain and it radiated love, love that he could tell was aimed at him even though they had just meet. It reminded him so much of his own mother’s smile that Dick had started to tear up.

“Hello, ma petite colombe, it’s so lovely to finally meet you,” the heavenly being cooed at him, gently cradling the child closer with a gentle smile, “Bruce has told me so much about you. I’m so glad I can finally welcome you to the family.”

Marinette simply held her son, yes her son because even if he was not adopted yet Marinette already loved him like her own, close as the little boy broke down and started crying as he clung to Marinette returning the hug. She could tell he was relieved that she accepted him, honestly she warned her silly husband that Dick may be worried about her not liking him. Really, her silly love was just as silly as her Papa at times. She shook her head and tugged Bruce into the hug as well, so that he could reassure their little dove that they loved him and he was welcome in their family and home. Mari loved Bruce, but he was sometimes slow on how to approach emotional situations.

#mominette #brucinette #serial adopter bruce wayne #globe trotter marinette

[newtonsheffield]

Hi! Hope you’re having a nice weekend. I was curious if you would ever consider exploring a “What if” AU for Royals where Anthony does call Kate after that first night? I know it probably wouldn’t be as dramatic, but there was a line in there about how Anthony knows if he hadn’t done what he had done, then everyone probably would have thought he was perfect for Kate, and it made me wonder what that would have been like for them.

Hello!

I am having a good weekend! It's a four day weekend leading into a two day work week courtesy of this trash team building day so you know!

Anyway! I think that had it not been for the coup of it all, The palace would have been glad of the idea of Anthony as Kate's companion. He's young, and handsome, and a viscount, she could definitely do worse. So let's take a little look at how this would have gne.

“Did you have a run in with some sort of animal last night, Kate?”

And in her sleep deprived state Kate hadn’t seemed to think the better of sharing this with her seventeen year old sister, “Something like that.”

Edwina had made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat, “Sophie’s on her way in, and you might want to dig out some high necklines to cover that mess.”

Sophie’s eyes had flickered over her appearance in that non judgmental way she had tutting a little and saying “I’ll send the make up girls in. I hope it was at least good.”

And something deep within her had burned when she saw the little patchwork quilt of bruises and nips he’d left along her collarbone, her neck, possessively done almost, a smirk coming to her face when she thought that at least she wouldn’t have to have the stylists cover the marks his stubble had left between her thighs.

“Oh it was good enough.”

“You’re foul.” Edwina had said primly, though her lips were ticking upwards in a smirk. “Will we be seeing this, I hesitate to use the word gentleman, again?”

Kate’s heart had done an odd little flutter as she thought about the note she’d left him, forcing herself to shrug. “I don’t know.”

She sat in the make up chair while her team chatted around her, working quickly before she had to meet Mary. Kate's mind kept slipping back to last night, the way Anthony had grinned down at her in his kitchen as he'd searched for something for them to eat, his hips between hers as he hoisted her onto his kitchen counter his voice hot in her ear Oh look, I've found something for me to eat.

It had been nice despite how filthy parts of it had been, and not just to escape, but to feel some kind of connection.

"Kate, your phone is ringing." Sophie said a little exasperatedly, not looking up from her own phone as she typed furiously.

Kate stared down at it, the unknown number making her heart beat quickly Surely it couldn't be him. She'd only left him a few hours ago... Surely it wasn't him, her hand hesitated over it.

"Oh for God's sake." Edwina snatched the phone from her lap from her chair beside Kate's. And before Kate could stop her she'd answered it. "Hi, Kate's phone?"

Edwina's eyebrows shot up, ignoring Kate's insistently holding out her hand. "Anthony?"

Kate's heart stopped, her mouth falling open, "Eddie give me the phone."

"Anthony, Kate's just in make up right now, Can I-?"

"Give me the phone!"

"Oh! She's done apparently! Well Done Anthony, you got her out of her chair." Edwina was grinning manically now as Kate snatched the phone from her, sweeping from the room her make up barely done, her heart pounding.

"Um Hi? Anthony?"

Silence stretched over the other end of the phone for half a second before a deep voice rumbled through it "Now, I don't know about wanting to escape again, but do you want to get dinner tonight?"

Kate felt her mouth fall open, the answer on her lips immediately, but there was just a tiny problem, last night she'd been Kate, and this morning she had responsibilities and appearances and a make up team and Christ.

"It's kind of... complicated for me." Kate said awkwardly, casting around the hallway, blanching a little as she saw Mary striding this way.

A laugh echoed through the phone "Oh you mean because you're the Princess?"

Kate's stomach sunk, So he had known, she knew he had to have but to hear him say it was different. "Yeah, that complicates my life a lot actually."

Anthony hummed, "I wasn't really honest about myself last night either, but come to dinner with me, and I'll explain. This is going to sound a little insane but... Kate, I'm really glad we met last night and it's been a long time since I met someone that I felt like this with so I'm not really ready to let that go yet."

She could feel her heart pounding, He hadn't been honest about himself? What did that mean? Was he some sort of criminal? No, that didn't seem right, he'd seemed a lot like her, looking for something you shouldn't have been able to find in a dive bar. But it had felt like she'd found it anyway.

And she knew she really shouldn't but she couldn't help herself "Um... yeah okay. But just as a warning... I have to bring a guard with me this time, last night was... unusual for me."

"As long as you're there I don't care." She almost thought he might mean it.

"Can I at least know your last name before tonight?" She should at least know that much if she was going to sell this.

"Well, That seems fair. I'm Anthony Bridgerton."

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"Um... Mary?"

Mary looked up at her curiously at the end of their meeting with the Spanish Ambassador. "What's wrong?"

Kate blanched, "Um... nothing's wrong."

Mary raised her eyebrow, "Am I about to find out where you spent last night? Or with whom it was spent?"

"How do you-?"

"Darling, Sophie's a very good liar, but did you really think if I knew you were unwell I wouldn't have checked on you." Kate opened her mouth to give some excuse, to tell her that she hadn't spent the night being bent every which way, but Mary cut her off. "You're an adult, Kate. You can sleep with whoever you like. Do you need the morning after-?"

"Mary!" Kate hissed, looking around at Steve, politely looking in the other direction, obviously wishing he was anywhere but there. "We used protec- I'm not talking about this with you!"

Mary looked fairly unruffled, "Well Why did you bring it up then?"

"I didn't bring that up! I'm going out with him, tonight."

Mary frowned. "And his name is?"

Kate sighed, "Anthony Bridgerton."

Mary's mouth dropped open, "Viscount Anthony Bridgerton?"

Both of them stared at each other, surprised, Steve cleared his throat.

"I am not confirming that the address you were collected from this morning-" Kate avoided Mary's slightly impressed look "is the official residence of Viscount Bridgerton."

Well... Fuck.

__________

Kate could see him, through the window of the restaurant, no other patrons around, even more handsome than he had been last night. He was dressed a little more formally tonight, so was she she supposed, the dark grey plaid of his suit perfectly tailored, the purple of his waistcoat bright against it, the similar to her dress she realised with a small smile.

"We don't have to go in." Steve hummed quietly at her hesitation.

Kate smiled, "I think I will, You could take him right?"

He scoffed, "Please."

Kate swung the door open, watching as Anthony fumbled to his feet, his hand in his hair, adjusting his glasses.

"Kate, sorry... Your Royal Highness?" He seemed nervous here, so different than he'd been last night. Kate rolled her eyes, leaning in to kiss his cheek, a little thrilled at the way his breath caught.

"Kate's fine. Your royal Highness is a little formal for a date. I usually save it for the bedroom." Anthony choked as he pulled out her chair, sliding it in for her to sit.

She watched as he slid back around the table taking his own seat, "And you? Do you prefer Anthony or Lord Bridgerton?"

His eyes widened a little, "So you figured out my secret."

"I don't think it's much of a secret if my mother knows your mother."

His handsome smirk was back, "Did you tell your mum about me?"

Her lips twitched, "Did you tell your mum about me?"

He stared back at her, his eyes dancing in the low light. "I'd like to tell everyone about you, but for now I think I'll keep you to myself."

"There might not be anything to tell, if you don't feed me this time."

"Well, we wouldn't want that now would we?"

Kate groaned when she woke up the next morning, cushioned against Anthony's chest, his hands tangling in her hair, to three missed calls from sophie and a text that said Am I stopping this or not?

A picture of her and Anthony at Dinner, him whispering in her ear, his hand on her thigh, the headline Princess Kate on Steamy Date With Dishy Viscount

Kate hummed showing the article to Anthony a little embarrassedly, "Um... my team wants to know if this is something they should keep quiet for now. Like if this isn't going anywhere, or you don't want this to be-?"

Anthony cut her ff with a kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, his eyes soft. "I think that you should let it come out because... I don't really want to hide this, but if you'd rather not-"

Kate turned back to her phone typing out Let it go, and maybe start preparing to introduce the country to my new boyfriend.

#royals #royals au #this got very long #sorry about me #kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kate sheffield #molly's asks and answers

[m4r13l3y]

Week before

Remus Lupin x Reader 

Warnings; fluff and mentions of a semi-panic attack  

(Lighting era, Voldemort doesnt exist anymore, but everyone knows eachother) 

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It was the summer from third to fourth year for the kids, you and Remus were staying with Sirius at Grimmauld place to keep him company

Harry and the other Weasley kids were bound to be home in about an hour, so you were walking around in the mean time 

“Hey” You walked into you and remus’ room, he was laying down on the bed, reading a book “Hey bunny” he extended his arm out for you to lay under

“Are you feeling alright?” You kissed his cheek and settled next to him, hugging his chest. You knew the full moon was in around 4 days and it was still a bit hard for him 

“You’ll be fine m’love” you assured “Just stay with me alright?”, he nodded and wrapped his arm around you protectively 

Around the times of the full moon, Remus tended to get very protective of you- like an animal protecting its belongings. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he knew something happened to you, so he would just stay by your side until it was time for his transformation so that you’d be safe and so that he didn’t hurt one of the kids 

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“Hey pads” you smiled at the raven-haired man opening the door while Remus laid on your chest, arms around your waist as you read a book 

“Am I interrupting?” he stopped, “When did you ever care if you were” you chuckled 

“You’re right” he shrugged laughing, sitting on the foot of the bed. “How is he?” he looked at the man who you held like a baby 

“Protective” you replied kissing the top of his head, a ghostly smile crept onto his lips

“He’s just scared to hurt one of the kids” he shrugged, “I know” you replied “Do you want to lay with us?” 

He nodded and turned into Padfoot, then laid next to you and Remus

“I missed this” you whispered petting the dog and falling asleep 

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You and Sirius woke up to sounds of kids filling the house a long with some adults

“Greet them i’ll be down” You smiled at the black dog as it turned into sirius once again 

He complied and made his way down as you tried to wiggle out of Remus’ hard grip on your body

After finally moving you kissed his forehead and made your way down

“Hello” You walked into the dining room were everyone was, “Hey harry” you gave the boy a hug and kissed his cheek 

“Hello you are..” You looked at a bushy haired girl next to him, “Hermione Granger” She smiled up at you in admiration, “Hi hermione” You gave her a hug and looked at the book she was reading, “I like your book” you pointed  “Thanks” she blushed red

“I’ll show you more in the library later” you winked and moved onto the redhead boy who seemed to be nervous 

“Ron?” you asked, “Yea” he nodded, you gave him a hug and kissed his cheek as he blushed scarlet 

“Where’s Remus?” Harry asked

“He’s resting love” you smiled “Sit down im sure Molly is making something good” 

“Oh dear!” Mrs. Weasley indulged you into a bear hug, “Hi molly” you chuckled

“Do you need help with anything?” You asked eyeing the food she was making, “No dear im alright” She smiled and with a small wave of her wand the food started making itself at a rapid pase 

“Alright” you walked up to the brunnette that was reading a book, “Hey do you want to see the library” You smiled at her as she nodded excitedly 

You walked her into the small library that the house had with the two boys following not far behind. “It’s beautiful” she beamed, “You can look around just be careful some of the books are old” 

She nodded and you lead the other two boys to a small couch in the corner, “Do you guys want a brownie?” You asked, Ron nodded furiously 

You made some brownies appear infront of them as they both took some and ate 

While you were in the library with the kids, Remus had woken up alarmed that you weren’t in the room with him 

He sped-walked to the kitched and saw that you weren’t there either, “Wheres y/n” he worried-ly asked the people in the kitchen 

“I don’t know” Molly shrugged, his breath hitched

He moved past the people in the room to find you, nerves filling his body slowly 

“Moony!” Sirius shouted to him, “She’s fine i’ll find her and take her to your room” he said trying to calm Remus down

 “Y/l/n!” You heard Sirius’ faint voice shout as you talked to harry and ron 

You stood up quickly, worried, as the three kids stayed together, “stay here” you looked at them 

“Y/l/n” Sirius sighed, seeming out of breath, “It’s remus” 

Without another word you ran to your room to find him, the three kids trying to be quiet as they followed you to see what happened  

Opening the slightly agape door you saw Remus on the floor with tears threating to roll down his cheeks, “Oh rem” you sat next to him “i’m fine love” 

He wrapped his arms around you like he feared that somone would come and take you in any second

“I’m fine rem” you whispered kissing his face “Im here”

“I got worried” he cleared his throat 

“I know” you rubbed your thumb across his cheek “But im safe and im here” 

The trio stayed for a bit behind the door, hearing your interaction. Though Ron didn’t think much of it, it didn’t go unnoticed by Harry or Hermione

Hermione thought maybe you were ill, but Harry feared that you were in danger; maybe that there were deatheaters trying to kill you.

He feared loosing you, the woman that he called a mother

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Throughout the next few days, Remus kept an eye on you, and a hand too

While eating he’d lay his hand on your thigh, at night he’d keep you in his arms, while you cooked he sat in the table reading the prophet or talking to one of the kids about your times at hogwarts, you showered and talked to him as he waited outside reading; 

“I think the redhead likes the brown hair one” You told him over the curtain 

“Hermione?” He asked looking up from his book, “Yea her and the funny red haired one” 

He chuckled at your gossiping as if he wasn’t one to gossip himself too 

“I heard she cheated on him” he stated while you two were on the couch speaking of your former classmates  

“No!” You shouted laughing in shock “Mary wouldn’t do that” 

“It’s what I heard love” he smiled down at his book

“With who?” you questioned

The two of you were attatched by the hip, it was 2 more days until the full moon and Remus went wherever you did

Some of the kids in the house found it weird how neither of you got annoyed by eachother, how you didn’t tell him to stop following you, or how he would always keep a hand on you; wether by holding hands, a hand on your thigh, or laying his head on your shoulder and sometimes on your lap

The twins thought he just cared about you, and some other more adult things but they’d only speak about it with eachother since no other kids their age were in the house

Hermione kept the conspiracy that you were ill 

But Harry was truly sure that someone was out to get you, which caused him to have lots of nightmares of people taking you that would become too much to handle for him

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You and Remus were laying down in your room, the morning before the full moon. All of the adults were in diagon alley taking a break from children, so you were alone with the three troublemakers. He laid on your chest, in deep sleep, preparing himself for tonight. 

Two knocks on your door and Hermione came in looking scared “You look like you’ve seen a ghost” you put your book down

“It’s harry” She smiled worriedly, you quickly got out of Remus’ grasp and asked where harry was 

“Downstairs in the hall” 

You ran down the stairs to see the boy curled up in a ball, having a panic attack

“Harry” you whispered, “Get him water now” You looked at the two kids infront of you

“Hey harry” You sat next to him wrapping an arm around him, “What’s wrong” 

“Im here harry its okay”

He hugged you, “Are you safe?” He questioned looking at you with pleading eyes 

“I’m safe harry” You assured him “Im safe and you are too and so are your friends” 

“Why does Remus follow you everywhere” he cried “Is someone trying to hurt you”

He was scared, scared to loose you and Remus just as he’d lost his parents

“No no harry” you passed him water, “here you two sit”

Hermione and ron sat infront as you explained while trying to calm harry down

“Well Remus is a werewolf im sure you all know that now” they all nodded

“The full moon is tonight, he gets very protective of me” you stated “like an animal that doesn’t want their own to get hurt”

“He just wants to keep me safe while he can” you looked at Harry “im safe and so are all of you”

You explained a bit more about Remus and how he acted, before harry calmed down and just laid in your embrace

“Now im going to go back with Remus to sleep” you stated, but quickly realized they’d probably not want to be alone here

“Come on you three can sleep with us”

The three followed happy, Hermione with a book and ron next to her, and harry walked next to you with an arm around you

“Remus needs to rest so don’t talk a lot” you whispered “here”

You transfigured some sleeping bags on the floor and the three laid down and Hermione spoke up shyly

“Can I lay with you” she blushed red with clear embarrassment of being rejected

“Ofcourse” you smiled

The two boys quickly passed out and you laid down with Hermione on the bed reading a book together as Remus was in deep sleep

-

As everyone got home at around 6 they saw that no one seemed to be downstairs

Sirius made his way up to you and Remus room, hoping you guys would be there

As he opened the door he saw Remus and you sleeping with Hermione in your arm and harry with Ron on the floor passed out

“Molly” he whispered-yelled at the redhead woman “look”

“Oh my dears” she smiled taking a picture of the heartfelt moment

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“Hmmm,” said Tessa, depositing Mina into Kit’s waiting arms and examining her buzzing phone critically. She shot a quizzical look in his direction.

Jem looked up from his novel. “What is ‘hmmm’, my love?”

Kit mimed vomiting but stopped dead in his tracks when she replied, “it’s Astrid’s mother. You remember her from parent teacher night, don’t you, my darling?” Kit swears they were being extra insufferable just to mess with him but he didn’t have the time to be annoyed when Astrid’s. Mom. Was. Calling. Tessa.

To understand why Kit was panicking as much as he was, you must know that Astrid’s mom was incredibly chill. She never got mad. The worst punishment she’d ever given her daughter was taking away her iPod for a week so she couldn’t listen to Mitski.

Was she calling about last night when Astrid, Mari and Kit threw eggs at the Shadowhunter’s that were giving Mari’s pack a hard time for no reason? No, that couldn’t be it. She’d given them the eggs.

Could the call be about the day before yesterday when Kit and Astrid got distracted doing homework and ended up snapping the coffee table clean in half while battling gladiator style with pool noodles? No, that wasn’t it. She’d just handed Astrid a twenty and told them to go to Kevin’s parents' shop and get a new one. Was she pissed because they ended up spending the money on ice cream instead? No, they ended up finding a table for free in the rubbing bin outside a fancy hotel.

Kit clutched his sister to his chest and prepared for the worst.

“Seo-yoon! What can I do for- Oh, hello Astrid!” Tessa paused briefly, presumably to listen to Astrid speak, and Kit sighed in relief.

“Kit is occupied at the moment but I can relay the message.” Another pause. “Oh don’t be frightened of me. I’m a tots rad mom. Your secret is safe with me.” Kit felt his face flush red as he heard his best friend’s laughter echo across the living room. “Okay! I’ll let him know. He has to get Mina to sleep before he can leave though. Lord knows he’s the only one who can these days.” Tessa chuckled at something Astrid said before wishing her good luck in her endeavour and ending the call.

She turned her attention back to Kit. “Astrid needs your help breaking into your teacher’s home to retrieve her cell phone.”

Kit blinked at her, dumbfounded. “You aren’t mad I’m going to go break the law?”

Because of course he was doing it. Astrid’s dad had bought it for her and he was extremely cautious about money. That was one of three things Kit knew about her dad. He was cheap, he lived in America and he loved the movie Fight Club.

Tessa ruffled Kit’s hair affectionately. “Please. I’ve raised two other Herondales. At least I know about this particular adventure beforehand.”

Mina began snoring softly and Kit handed her back to her mother. He grabbed his bag and started his journey to the door when Tessa added, “she also told me to say hi to a ‘daddy Kit’. Are you ‘daddy Kit?’”

‘Daddy Kit’ closed his eyes and wished for the sweet release of death.

“Why is Kit a daddy,” Jem asked, genuinely confused. “Aren’t I the daddy?”

Kit swung the door open so fast not even a speed rune could have aided him. But not before I heard Tessa reply, “Lily Chen certainly thinks so.”

Mrs. MacNamara clapped her hands together. “Why don’t we all go around and say a few things about ourselves?”

Kit buried his face into his hands. He’d been relieved when no other teacher had fulfilled the Disney channel stereotype of making every student introduce themselves to the new kid. But Mrs. MacNamara didn’t even seem to realize what she was doing.

All Kit’s fellow classmates groan. Expect one. Her hand shot up immediately. She was short, like smaller than Clary short. She wore a baggy pink shirt with the words ‘Queen Glimmer of Etheria’ sewed on with purple sequins and tight black jeans. Her colourful, choppy hair was in a low ponytail and she flew a few strands out of her eyes as her hand wiggled in the hair.

Mrs. MacNamara pointed at her. She stood up and smiled at Kit. “Hi. My name is Astrid. My hobbies include making my little cousin’s girl Barbies kiss, as it should be, and watching television shows where everyone is a terrible person so you can love all of them!”

“And what shows might that be?” asked Kit, already in the process of pulling out his phone and opening the Notes app.

“Grey’s Anatomy, Glee, Grey’s Anatomy again because it’s seventeen seasons as of right now. And to be fair it practically became a different show when they killed off Mark Sloan.”

“That’s enough, Miss Yang,” said Mrs. MacNamara. Astrid sat down and winked at Kit. Then she took out her phone and airdropped him a complete list of all her favorite shows, along with her number.

After Blessica’s pre-birthday birthday party, they went to Cirenworth and stayed up till four A.M. binging them.

They met outside a queer dry bar called Aries Not Welcome, the unspoken gathering place of the Merry Hoes. It was run by a poly lesbian couple in their mid-thirties. Quinn, Sydney and Aliyah may not have served alcohol but at least they were open 24/7.

“Did you bring the shit?”

Kit gave her a look. “The shit? How conclusive.”

“Shut up. You know, the shadowhunter thing.”

“The shadowhunter thing?”

“The, the, the glow stick that you draw with.”

“The glow stick that I draw wi-“ Kit closed his eyes briefly. “Do you mean a stele?”

Astrid snapped her fingers. “That’s it!” Kit shook his head in exasperation, smiling fondly. “I borrowed a torch from Quinn, let’s move.”

“Should I be worried that you know where Mr. Smith lives?” questioned Kit as he followed Astrid’s lead through the park.

“Should I be worried that your mom was fine with us breaking and entering?” she shot back playfully. Kit pushed Astrid and she fell off the path, laughing all the way.

“You called me ‘daddy’ to my mom’s face.”

She just laughed harder, slinging her arm around Kit’s shoulder. “It was over the phone, Christopher. And as I should.”

“Pffffttt. Why did you get your phone taken anyway?” She put her hands into her jumper pocket and looked at the ground. “Astrid.” She remained silent. “Astrid?”

She mumbled something under her breath. “What?” asked Kit.

“I WAS READING NINEJ FANFICTION!” she shouted.

Kit gasped. “I thought you were a die hard Kanej shipper,” he whispered.

“I’m a multishipper, okay?!” she replied, equally quiet.

“Does Blessica know?”

She shook her head. “And she will never find out.”

Kit saw the opportunity and he seized it. “She’ll never find out as long as you never call me daddy in front of either of my parents.”

She removed her arm from his shoulder and guided them out of the park, in the direction of the many apartments that lined this side of town. “I hate you.”

“Well, so does Mari. You're not special, Ast.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know Mari doesn’t actually hate you, right?! They’re just still in the enemy phase of your enemies-to-lovers romance. She only dislikes you because they feel something for you but they don’t know what so she interrupts it as loathing. In reality, her inner soul knows you’re hot and shmexie.”

Kit didn’t know how to process this so he just nodded and follow Astrid in silence to Mr. Smith’s house. (Plus, he was kinda glad that, according to his best friend, he had a little more time for Mari to ‘discover their true feelings’. If Kit screwed this up, he was out of countries to run off to.)

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What,” asked Kit, turning around to face Astrid and closing the drawer he was rifling through. “Did you find your phone?”

“Yeah. But I also found Blessica’s. She was Snapping Kevin. Platonic my ass. But he took the fucking trans flag out of her phone!”

Kit snatched Blessica’s phone out of her hand to examine it for herself. She was telling the truth. Where the glitter pride flag usually rested was just a clear purple case. Kit couldn’t believe his eyes.

“It’s one thing to misgender her every day.” Blessica had forced all four of the other Merry Hoes to sign a contract saying they wouldn’t do anything to harm him because of it. “But this is the last straw. You know what we have to do.” Oops.

“Yeah, but we don’t have any spray paint.”

Kit eyed Mr. Smith’s pink sofa, blue bar stool covers and white picture frames. “I think I have something better in mind.”

It would have been easier for both parties to just zip off the sofa cushions and tape them to the wall but by ripping them off in strips, they ensured he would have to buy new ones. And judging by the car he drove and the fiji water in his fridge, Mr. Smith could definitely afford it.

That reminded him, “I’ll finish up with this. Go put all his fiji water into my bag.” Astrid saluted him and ran off. “Wait.” She stopped and looked at him. “Steal all the remotes you can find.”

“How is he not awake?,” asked Astrid as they ripped the fabric of his seating from the stool.

He shrugged. “Don’t question it.” He shoved the bundle of cloth into her arms. “Glue this above the pink. I’ll handle the frames.”

“Say the magic word,” she sang.

“Please?”

“No. Lesbian. Come on, I thought you knew me better than that.”

Kit laughed quietly. “Can you lesbian glue this above the pink?”

She grinned at Kit. “It would be my pleasure.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hello! Sorry I haven’t written anything in so long. School just restarted and it has been…a lot.

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The One Where No One Is Ready

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Their is T minus forty-five minutes until James is expected to enter the arena for this year’s Espy awards, where he— a longterm representative of the UK’s top athletes, with a social media following that can rival a B list celebrity’s— will be presenting the award for the best international football player, and rumor has it that Ludo fucking Bagman is going to win. This is a dream come true— more than that even! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!  And it was thanks to his mentor, Minerva McGonagall, that he even can do something that he’s dreamt of doing since his days playing in the child leagues as a lad. It’s going to be one of the best nights of his bloody life. So it only makes sense that his sodding best friends aren’t even taking this with an ounce of seriousness. In fact, instead of doing the decent thing and getting ready as efficiently as possible, those pricks are lounging over the breakfast table goading Sirius into drinking the fat from the icebox that Lily stored for whichever cooking masterpiece she is sure to whip up later this week. Not a one of them even showered.

Bloody blunders.

“Oi, Moons,” Sirius crows loudly, grinning wolfishly down at him with a glint in his steely eyes and a smirk on his face. “Promise if I chug this down you’ll give us a little kiss.”

James feels a migraine coming on.

“In your dreams Black,” Remus retorts,  wrinkling his nose disapprovingly, while Marlene only guffaws and James feels his head literally beginning to pulse with pure exasperation.

Absolute pricks..

“You gits, we’ve got less than an hour till we have to call the cabs. Will you all just get dressed for Christ’s sake.”

“No need for the snappy tone Prongs.” Sirius says with a cluck to his tongue.

“It’ll take us only a tick to get ready,” Remus says, waving him off airily. And James really regrets the fact that he’s moved in with Sirius now that James and Lily are in marital bliss. Sirius’s a bad influence on him, and James should’ve predicted as much.

“Besides, ’s not my fault your wife’s hogging the bathroom,” Marlene tacks on— having dashed over here after her shift at the same firm as James, still dressed in her slacks and leather jacket. 

“Well Marls, you don’t have to get your hair done now that you’ve chopped it off as short as your ears,” Lily defends herself as she steps out the aforementioned bathroom in James’s powder blue robe, thankfully her makeup is set and hair is pulled back into an artful bun and she’s as beautiful as ever. James can’t help but feel his insides go all goopy and his stomach begins to tumble every time she even looks his way, especially when she smiles that private little grin that she only uses on him.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph does he love her to his very core, tells her as much once kissing her softly amidst the groans of the other three. “You are my angel.”

“I know,” Lily preens, green eyes bright and dimples in full effect. “Now I’ve just got to pick out what to wear and we can go.”

James thanks her profusely before pivoting back around to Marlene, begs her to get on with it already.

“Alright, alright potter. God you men only like to rush, no time for foreplay.”

“I like foreplay,” Remus contends as he sits on the loveseat and begins flipping through a magazine Lily’s left laying around, which makes it so Sirius’s face goes wrecked and pale and very nearly makes the cup of fat in his hand fall to the ground— is only saved by James’s old footie reflexes.

“Get it the fuck together man,” James hisses with a glower. But then quickly amends, “But not tonight. Tonight just get dressed for fuck’s sake.” There is absolutely no time to deal with this melodrama between Sirius and Remus that basically amounts to heady glances and licked lips and sexual tension that’s frankly obscene.

Sirius swallows down, hard, and gives a perfunctory nod, but instead of walking across the hall to bloody change already, he only sits besides Remus and grins at him in a very scary, very intense way. James is almost convinced that poor Moony will end up naked and swaddled  in saran wrap— Dexter style— by the end of the night. But he can’t warn him considering that there’s a knock to the door and he finds Dorcas—

 beautiful and elegant in a pale yellow dress that contrasts in a lovely way against her dark brown skin— on the other side. “You look fantastic.” James breathes out, worshipingly.

“I know,” Dorcas beams as she struts in, helping herself to the pita crisps and hummus left out.  “But don’t let Marls hear you else she gets all pouty.”

“Do not!” Marlene yells from the loo, to which Dorcas only silently mouths, does so, over James’s shoulder to a snickering Sirius.

“Right, well seeing as the ladies are all accounted for, we’re just waiting for Wormtail and you berks,” he points angrily at the pair now arguing over the remote. 

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Minnie can be left waiting,” Sirius snorts.

“Our table is at the very front Pads! She’ll see us walking in late! And then they might give my slot to that prick Mulciber!”

“A travesty,” Sirius intones.

“He might be on to something Pads,” Remus points out.  “It takes an hour just for you to primp your hair.”

“Rome wasn’t built in a day Moony!”

“Are you implying that your hair is as extravagant as Rome? Because I think you might be seriously over estimating yourself.” Remus leers, and Sirius only gapes at the lip. God, if James has to watch them dancing around each other for another day he’s going to go rudding gray at the temples.

“You are a plonker Lupin!” Remus narrowly avoids Sirius’s punch aimed for his shoulder, and scurries off across the hall, Sirius’s gaze never leaving his arse all the while.

“That’s lewd,” Dorcas tells him.

“Pitiful from where I’m looking at it.” James snorts.

Sirius only glowers and tosses them the bird. “Come off it.”

“I bet you’d like to come off with’m.” Dorcas sneers, and James actually let’s himself laugh at the increasingly reddening face Sirius has just pulled in retort. Thankfully, none of his curses have a chance to spill out because of Peter strolling in— clad in a suit that’s a little short on the legs  and a little tight in the middle. But he looks presentable at least, which is more than what Sirius could say.

“What’s wrong Pete?” Dorcas asks him as she perches on the armrest of the sofa.

“What do you mean what’s wrong? He’s dressed. He’s brilliant!” James beams, clapping him on the shoulder, noticing a beat too late how Peter’s acting a bit dodgy— hands rinsing in front of him and eyes darting every which way.

“I messaged Marry.”

“Oh Pete.”

“Bloody hell.”

“Why the fuck would you do that!”

The three of them chorus in various tones of disappointment.

“She, erm. Well She posted this picture of her at home with her puppy and I saw a sweater.”

“A sweater?” Sirius repeats, wry as all get out.

“A man’s sweater I mean.”

Dorcas rolls her eyes at him now. “Sweaters don’t have genders Peter.”

“Well this one did!” Peter fumes indignantly. 

James raises his hands, as if he’s calming a spooked animal. “All right, all right. It was a man’s sweater. What did you message her bout it?”

Peter ducks his head once more, flushing pink. “I asked if her new boyfriend is as allergic to Pippa as I was.” Queue another round of discontent moaning.

“You bloody imbecile.” Sirius groans.

“It all just happened so quickly!”

“Things Sirius’s conquests say on their walk of shame for a thousand Alex,” Remus snickers as he steps back inside, fitted in an admittedly fetching, charcoal suit and a different colored tie in each of his hands. “Oh, you all look shifty.”

“Don’t ever criticize my shagging prowess again Lupin!”

“Peter made a mess of things with Marry,” Dorcas says before Sirius can get on one of his tangents.

“Oh Pete.” 

“It happened so quickly,” he tries to explain once more.

Remus only shakes his head and pats his shoulder agreeably. “Sure it did.”

“Well did she read it yet?” Dorcas asks.

“Erm, she was online when I sent her the snap.”

“Oh Peter,” they all groan.

“I need a minute.” He says before retreating to the balcony.

James checks his watch, exactly a half an hour until they all have to go. No time for Peter’s dramatics. Maybe tomorrow James’ll buy him a pint and let him cry over it but they really need to get on with things already.

“C’mon pads, get up.” Remus instructs, trying to tug him off the couch, to which Sirius only smirks.

“You forfeited when you got up Lupin.”

“Oi! I got up to get dressed so James wouldn’t go barmy on us!”

“And I thank you Remus my sweet.” James pipes in while handing Marlene her bag of clothes she had left by the table.

“Pshaw, doesn’t matter. You left it.”

“I left for like five bloody minutes you arse!” Remus shouts.

“So you agree then,” Sirius counters with a cocked brow. “You left it.”

James has to deftly pull Remus away before he pounces on him. “Padfoot don’t be a wanker and just get up and get dressed, won’t you.”

Sirius eyes them both before a look James can’t decipher passes across his face, leaving behind a grim determination. “Righto mates.” He leaps up right then, snatching the cushions up with him, and  swaggering off.

“Oi! What the hell Padfoot!”

“I gave you the seat Lupin.”

“But— But—“ Remus sputters. “You took the  cushions! That’s the entire ruddy essence of the seat!”

“That’s right Lupin!” Sirius glows with far too much smugness for the situation at hand. “I took your essence!”

Remus is left balking after him and James promptly chugs down a handful of Ibuprofen.

“All right boys?” Marlene asks as she strolls out the bathroom in her black dress and heals, pecking Dorcas hello..

“I’m going to murder Sirius bloody Black with my bare hands,” Remus answers, fists tight around his ties and his face scrunched up mulishly.

“I’ll help!” Dorcas crows, before beaming at Lily who’s just clambered in— half dressed with a shawl  in one hand and a different blouse entirely in the other.

“Do you guys reckon I should wear this with my purple pumps, or those new flats I got with a nice pair of slacks.”

“Lily, my love, the angel of my heart, the stars of my night,” James begins, a hand against his chest. “We’ve got twenty-seven minutes till we have to be downstairs.”

“Oh I know love, I just want to look nice for you and your big night,” she says poutingly, kisses his cheek before glancing over at the girls. “Wotcher Dorcas, you and Marlene look lovely.”

“I know,” Dorcas preens.”

“You’re in a jaunty mood?”

“She’s helping Lupin murder Black later tonight,” Marlene explains, lips curled with laughter. 

“Oh lovely.”

“I’ll show him essence,” Remus growls from where he’s still holding vigil to the shut door.

James rolls back his head now, eyes alone definitely not cutting it anymore. “Damn everything.”

“Oh Re you look so smart in that suit,” Lily crows, walking over to him, but begins to cluck her tongue. “But neither of those ties match.”

Sirius used the rest of my ties to use as a rope for his halloween costume last month.”

“Of course he did.”

“He’s dead Lily.”

Lily smooths back his hair dotingly. “Sure he is darling, now c’mon. James has got a wonderful velvet tie that would look ravishing with this fit.” Remus lets Lily drag him away while Still muttering about Sirius and essences and the god forsaken guillotine of all things.

“There’s a video!” Peter shouts as he rushes back inside— blonde hair mussed and cheeks reddening as bright as Lily’s hair.

“Bloody hell Peter!” Marlene scolds, hand pressed to her chest. “Don’t be a git and scare us like that.”

Peter only repeats the fact that there’s a video— of what? James does not know nor does he want to find out. God he just wants them to act mentally sound for one damn night.

“A video!”

“Settle yourself Peter,” Dorcas scolds, a hand on her hip and a scowl twisting her pretty face. James reckons that if she were his history teacher in secondary school he might’ve actually been scared enough not to fall asleep. “Now explain yourself.”

“Mary posted a video of Pippa rolling over and there was a bloke in the background laughing along!”

“You saw a random bloke?” Marlene asks.

“No but I heard’m! Clear as day.”

Dorcas sighs, clamping a hand over his shoulder in solace. “Eh, think logically Peter, you lot only split up a couple weeks ago. I seriously doubt Mary’s gone off and shagged someone else so soon.”

“But I heard’m! Maybe she finally realized she could do better.”

“Oh none of that bollocks Peter Pettigrew.” Marlene bellows, joining her girlfriend to stand in front of him now. “Oi, wasn’t she close with that younger brother of her’s?”

Before Marlene’ even finished asking the question, Peter’s worried expression melts away, brightening ten fold and beginning to  grin like an absolute lune. “Oi McKinnon! You bloody genius! Your right! It’s Marcus! It’s definitely Marcus!”

“Brilliant!” James hurriedly interjects, the time ticking down to only twenty minutes left. “It was obviously, certainly Marcus this entire time. Now why don’t you be a doll Peter and call us the cabs, I don’t want to risk not grabbing one in time. Especially in this miserable weather.”

Peter nods cheerily, picking up his mobile and idly noting that he’s begun to feel a bit peckish.

“There’s some fat in the fridge if you want,” Marlene calls after him, her snickering dining down once the front door to the flat swings open to a harried looking Sirius. James is about ready to row considering that the only notable differences seem to be the fact he’s no longer wearing his DR Martens and his hair’s even more disheveled than before.

“Where is Lupin!”

“Oi, Black! Not the bloody time for your little lovers quarrel.” James snaps.

“He took my pants!”

“Pardon?” Dorcas wheezes with pure delight.

“That sodding little slag stole my pants!”

“You stole my essence!” Remus bellows, storming back into the main room, shirtless and heated. James almost feels bad for Sirius who’s gone all flushed and blotchy at the sight.

“Remus! No, no, no! Why are you getting undressed! We want you all to be fully damn clothed!”

“Oh, that was my doing,” Lily pipes in, thankfully clad in a lovely, green number that brings out her eyes. “I thought that if Remus changed into one of your white undershirts that it’ll help accentuate  the purple tie.”

James really wishes he could stay properly angry at Lily for longer than a second at a time so that he can rebuke them for this little dress up game. But alas, he simply can not, so he’s only left to nod like a daft idiot at her explanation.

“And then I smelt rubbish and so I knew Sirius had returned.” Remus snarls.

“I smell like a fucking field of daisies!”

“Bet your trousers won’t smell that way after an entire  night pantsless,” Remus sneers, and James silently  reminds himself never to cross the scrappy bugger, (It’s always the quiet ones indeed).

“That’s not on Moony! I don’t want to have my bits out for show, everyone will be focussed on their magnificence over poor Jem and his little presenting gig.”

Heatedly, James tosses him the bird.

“Then give me back the essence!” Remus retorts caustically.

“Fine Lupin, you want to play it this way. Game on!” With one final, haughty harumph, Sirius dashes over to his own apartment and Remus only scoffs as he rounds back to the bedroom. 

“What does that even mean! Absolutely nothing that’s what! Damn arse!” Remus grumbles to himself, slamming the door shut after Lily follows, still barefoot herself.

Discretely, James checks his watch once more, feeling a looming sense of dread once realizing that there’s only fifteen minutes left until they have to be out the door.

“Hiya Marcus,” James swings his head up so quickly that he swears he’s got vertigo, but at least Dorcas and Marlene look just as concerned from where they’re also gawking at Peter. “I just wanted to see if you were in town— Oh yeah, yeah. I thought I heard you on the back of that last video Mary posted.”

“Hang up Pettigrew!” Marlene hisses, trying to grab for the phone and is elbowed out the way for her trouble.

“Oh yeah, she did block e after the whole snag with me running over her cat. But you know how it is, making a fake account— Oh, erm I didn’t think it was that weird really.”

“Hang up Peter!” James yells, feeling absolutely hopeless. “Hang up the damn mobile!”

“I know plenty of people who do that! No need to get all shirty!” Peter hisses at Marcus, the color slowly draining out of his face. “No, no you don’t need to tell Maz, ’s not that serious!”

“I need a bloody shot.” Dorcas moans.

“What’s happened?” Remus asks from where he and Lily stroll out the bedroom, fully dressed thank god and both glancing over at a sweating Peter with concern.

“Mary’s surely going to getting a restraining order,” Marlene says with no context, shrinking back when the flat’s door opens once more to Sirius.

“You mad wanker,” James breathes out, not even having enough wits about him to shout. Sirius is standing there, absolutely drowning in countless sweaters pulled up over one another and sweat pants over sweat pants.

“What the bloody hell are you doing!” Remus screams.

“You take my pants, and I wear all your clothes Lupin,” Sirius grins glowingly, eyes glinting with pure mischief.

“You’re going to stretch them all out you absolute beast!”

 “I’ve got to say Moons, your sweats are real comfortable without any pants, nice and soft.” Sirius does a forward lunge right then, wiggling around for good measure. So James really shouldn’t be surprised when Remus actually pounces, knocking him over to the ground.

“My money’s on Lupin, the scrappy bugger,” Marlene cackles.

“I can’t believe I did that,” Peter groans, slamming his head against the table, while Sirius and Remus continue to writhe on the ground like a pair of bloody mutts in heat.

“Get it together you plonkers! We need to leave in ten minutes!”

“He, oof, he took my essence!”

Sirius beams victoriously when he finally gets Remus beneath him and pulls up for breath, “You took my pants before I ever did that Lupin.” 

“Because you’re a insufferable  berk!” Remus hisses, wiggling around and canting forwards, both his and Sirius’s faces going suddenly red, and James shutters to think of what might’ve slid up against each other to elicit that response. Though his imagination is buoyed when Sirius suddenly rocks forwards in a very deliberate way, his head dipping down closer to Remus and it’s like instinct when their lips devour one another’s smolderingly, Remus’s hands fisted in Sirius’s hair, and Sirius’s own sliding around to cup his arse cheeks.

“Oh for bloody hell,” James snarls, absolutely fed up. He grabs the cup of discarded fat and pours it on the pair of them, making it so they both jump apart in a flash— panting breaths and flushed cheeked and both of the sporting obvious hard ons— even through the layers that Sirius has got on.

“You lot have got eight minutes and thirty five seconds to get it the bloody hell together, change into something respectable and then meet me downstairs,” James instructs, seething and brooking no arguments.  “Now disperse damn it!”

.-

They end up fifteen minutes late, and McGonagall just gives James a cool glance above her flute of wine as they scramble to the table, but it’s fine, because James gets to shake Ludo Bagman’s hand and everything while up on stage— Even if Remus and Sirius make a conspicuous retreat to the gents the moment he sits back down and don’t meet up with everyone until after the ceremony ends.

James repeats, bloody blunders.

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Please, help me understand Fi more.

Hello! I hope you are enjoying your day!

I was hoping that could help me understand xSFP types and Fi types in general better, because as an ENFJ most of them seem reckless, annoying and egotistical to me. It’s easy to resonate with some of their fears and desires, however, I don’t really get them.

E.g.: in ‘Shadow and Bone’ Alina Starkov’s whole personality is a huge red flag. It is quite difficult to understand how one can think only about herself (and Mal sometimes) when there are much stronger forces at work and you can feel that historical events are literally at your doorstep. It’s quite surprising to see Alina not making any effort(she doesn’t really want to know other Grisha or train or even think about what is going to happen). She gets a chance to feel normal, to fit in, to have a kind of family with other mages, and yet…

As you have probably guessed, I have no problem understanding Kirigan’s intentions, but I would like to understand Fi a bit better, as there a lot of main characters with Fi.

Thanks in advance.

I am enjoying my day, thanks. I got done with work early, and realized I’m exhausted, though, so I doubt I’ll get much more ‘productivity’ done today.

SFP / SP types “live in the moment” and focus on what is immediately in front of them; they don’t see or look for the big picture, and whatever Ni flashes of insight they have are rational “sequence of order” premonitions. For that reason, you cannot judge them from an NF big-picture perspective, because their focus is here and now. Sometimes, they are reckless; other times, they are “on point” and skilled at seeing what is coming and doing something about it (either being part of it, or getting the hell out of Dodge).

I had a conversation with a friend one time about Marie Antoinette, as we debated whether she was ESFP or ISFP, and she pointed out that Marie could not have been ESFP, or she would have had a quicker sense of the reality of her situation. One of her ladies in waiting, an ESFP, saw what was happening and the way the trend was moving toward beheading aristocrats and left France. Marie was swept up in it all, and a casualty of it, because her feelings (subjectivity) outweighed her Se objectivity.

That is, in a nutshell, what is happening with Alina. Her personal feelings are directing every decision she makes. You have to “get” her not only from an ISFP perspective, but a 6 perspective, and factor in that she’s a social-blind Enneagram type. Her feelings are all that matter to her. Her feelings dictate her actions. Who she cares about influences her choices. She is a Fi-dom. Fi-doms have barometers that are in flux between “I love this,” “I hate this,” and “I don’t care.” For love, they love a lot. For hate, they loathe. And for the “I don’t care,” there’s no middle ground, and no need to think about it further, because they really do not care. Fi weighs everything according to itself – what its ethical judgment is about this thing, person, situation, belief, etc. How *I* judge it.

Alina is an orphan who has only ever had her best friend, and she is ripped away from him without any choice in the matter, and forced to attend a magical school where the only other person who seems to care about her, and offer her protection and guidance (the same thing Mal did) is the general. She’s an sx-user – if she doesn’t have fire with someone, she doesn’t “bond” with them. She’s an sp-user, she wants to feel safe and keep herself “okay.” She has no social instinct, which means friends aren’t to be made for “casual reasons.” (To be honest, that baffles me to; I have strong soc and not to make friends, take an interest in the other girls at the school, and think about what my role is would never occur to me.) She is a Se user, so she’s thinking about what is immediate and what she wants rather than seeing the bigger picture. It takes her time to start doing that, to start breaking down things and trusting her Ni, and by the end, she has a sense of her place of “belonging” in the world, but it’s still… about the person she cares about the most. It will always be that way.

She’s a Fi-dom, she has sx, and she’s a 6 – she NEEDS Mal. The story is all about a 6 learning to trust herself and do things for herself, rather than relying on other people all the time; like the Darkling’s mother said, you can’t always be using “amplifiers” (other people), you need to do it yourself. Every 6 must learn this. She’s about her connection to Mal (and later, the Darkling) and protecting that person; that is the central focus and drive of her life: I need you and me to be safe, and to be together. Other ISFPs aren’t like this. Harry Potter is one, and he takes on plenty of things that are “not his problem” because his Fi says, “Wait a damn minute here… this is WRONG. I MUST ACT.” SFPs act on what they feel is right – you see it in Harry Potter, in Buffy Summers, in Legolas Greenleaf, in Thomas from the Maze Runner. Feelings lead to action.

Fe/Fi conflicts a lot, and it’s not hard to see why, because it’s going in opposite directions. FJs want to be situationally-appropriate, FPs want to live their truth. FJs feel like they are obligated to society, to put themselves aside and work for a greater good; FPs feel like society is made up of individuals who should make their own choices, and not be “forced” to do anything. For an FP, it’s a choice of “*I* am going to do this, because it’s the RIGHT thing to do.” Consider Frodo in LotR. He didn’t have to take the ring, and throw his entire life into the toilet in the process, but he decided, with his Fi, it is the Right and Moral thing to do, and that the task should be his. The Ring came to him. It’s his responsibility.

Alina was not given a choice; she was revealed to have magic, and forced away from the man she cared about, her entire life uprooted – and it was not her choice. IFPs just want to live their life free of outside interference and for others to be able to do the same. Some of them are selfish, some are generous. Some of them would make friends, others would not. Some of them would say, “I have a responsibility to society to do X,” others would say “X is not my problem.” It’s all dependent on the individual. That’s what you need to remember about Fi: it’s all subjective. Everything for a Fi is subjective. You won’t find two Fi’s who are exactly alike in terms of what they think is right, if they feel responsible for what happens, or what should happen. They live in a world of a continuous testing of the outer world, to see where their barometer arrow swings. Do I care? If so, what am I going to do about it? If not, then what?

Ironically, an INFP introduced me to this show. As it turns out, her Fi only cares about the trio of Crows, so she watched it focused on them and sometimes felt angry about the changes to the book / their characters; she didn’t care about anything else, so she didn’t absorb it (or even necessarily watch other scenes). I watched it, absorbed everything, but only cared about the Darkling’s arc, as I found him the most interesting. As a result, we have nothing to talk about after seeing the show, since she only cares about the Crows and I don’t care about the Crows. For both of us, the viewing process was a process of looking for something to care about, something that means something to us as individuals, and devaluing everything else. That’s how Fi works: if I care, I care a lot. And this matters more to me than that does. It comes with a subtle tone of dismissal at times -- I don’t care about that -- but it’s really a process of what draws Fi.

That is just the tip of the iceberg about Fi; you can read a lot more about them and all the types in my upcoming MBTI book. ;)

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Don't Leave Me (But you're already gone) Chap 7

AAAA last chapter!! Writing this has truly been a ride, thank you for the likes, reblogs, comments, everything. As promised, here is the Epilogue <33

Book: Red White and Royal Blue

Ship: Alex and Henry

TW: fluffflufffluff, kissing

Epilogue: Actually, Angst does End

Alex woke up, feeling well-rested for the first time in ages. Well, he knew why he was sleeping well now. It was Henry. It was always Henry. Henry’s soft smile, Henry’s large words, Henry’s witty humour. Just everything about that man made Alex’s heart burst with love. Fuck he was in deep. He didn’t really mind it, though, if he was to be completely honest.

Alex opened his eyes and saw Henry, in his full glory, the sun a soft glow on his face. He looks so peaceful, the lines of stress and sadness evaporating. Like the 24-year-old he is. Not a prince, but a boy. A kind, heartwarming, Earl grey loving, beautiful boy.

Alex threads his hands in Henry’s hair, and Henry stirs awake. He opens his eyes and immediately smiles when he sees Alex there. Alex’s grin is just as wide.

“Hello, love,” Henry murmurs, voice thick with sleep

“Hi, sweetheart,” Alex breathes; he can't believe that he got him back. That he’s laying in bed with the love of his life. It feels fucking amazing. Henry smiles some more at the endearment and moves up to kiss him. It's sweet and slow, and Alex practically melts. They spend the day in bed, exchanging lazy kisses, happier than they could ever be.

*~* It’s been nearly four months since Henry and Alex got back together.

A lot has happened since then. They found out that the blackmailer with the pictures was Mary’s idea, and one of her many cronies gave Henry the photos. Catherine has now taken over and is the Queen. Henry moved back into the brownstone, and he and Pez started the LGBTQ+ shelter in NYC like they always planned. Phillip has begun to be less of a prick, and the three of them get lunch sometimes. June and Nora are engaged; Alex lifted them both up into a hug when he found out. Henry and Alex are happier than ever, and Alex fucking loves him. Henry loves him too. It's awesome.

New York City is now cold and full of snow, Christmas just around the corner. Alex is walking home from a lecture and a study group session. They got a good amount of work done, and Alex is finally ready to relax now that Christmas break has begun. Honestly, he left the study group to get some flowers for Henry to surprise him. He is expected to be home an hour later, but he wants to surprise Henry.

Alex waves to Cash, a block away, and opens the door. He would say his usual ‘Honey, I’m Home!’ but that would ruin the surprise. He quietly walks in and pads to the living room. Henry is there, engrossed in a book. It’s a battered copy of The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller. Henry had been meaning to reread it, and he had also begun annotating it.

“Hey baby,” Alex says with a smile, roses in front of him. Henry whips his head up, startled.

“Christ, Alex, you scared me- oh- are those for me?” Henry asks, a smile creeping up his face.

“Who else?” Alex asks, voice sarcastic but with a hint of affection.

“I don’t know,” Henry murmurs, walking up to Alex to smell the roses, ”They could be for David or some secret lover,” Henry says, chuckling.

Alex laughs, “While I love David, there's no one else love more than you, sweetheart. Don’t tell my family that.” Henry chuckles and wraps his arms around Alex’s neck. He looks at Alex’s lips before looking at his eyes. Ocean blue to chocolate brown.

“I thought you were going to come later,” Henry asks, but he doesn’t sound disappointed. He sounds elated.

“Left early,” Alex says, “Now kiss me before I die.”

Henry chuckles, and they kiss, and it's better than Alex could ever imagine. It always is.

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