#sometimes they fight over custody of Molly

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Would Percy and Sora acknowledge each other as “sisters” in this AU?

Mmm, not really. A "sister" bond is a very specific kind of dynamic that those two do NOT have. Zora and Yoomtah are the best example!

#if you gotta pick a bio-family dynamic to compare them to honestly I'd say they're most like brothers?? #but there are just a lot of good unique dynamics that don't necessarily fit one neat category! #sometimes Percy is more like Zora's mom #sometimes they fight over custody of Molly #sometimes they are antagonistic fools <3 #FOILS #I MEANT ANTAGONISTIC FOILS BUT THAT'S THE GREATEST TYPO I COULD MAKE #answered headcanons #zora salazar #percival king #percy king #cowboy and cop #anon

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Imagine Requested!!!

Imagine : Sirius black x daughter! Platonic obviously)) where the reader is about to start another year at Hogwarts but she doesn’t want too go because they’re finally a “proper family”

Auhtor notes: I love Harry Potter and I’m stunned I haven’t wrote many Harry Potter imagines (maybe a handful) so this was fun! I did change the narrative slightly! I loved writing this and I hope you enjoy it!

Did I proof read : 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 slightly

Rating: pg13 mentioning of sex.

Fandom : Harry potter ⚡️⚡️✨⚡️✨

Word count: ........ I honestly dont know

Hope you enjoy!

“Sweet Pea we gotta get a move on it if we are going too make the train”

Hearing your dad on the other side of your door, you huffed out, hating this - you hated that you finally got everything you wanted. Too have too leave for school! The irony didn’t lose you, you lose too consider Hogwarts you’re home then your dad found you. Now it was just a evil reminder that your leaving your home.

Laying on your bed you covered your head with the blanket rolling over you had No interest in going back too Hogwarts!

Hearing the door knock again you grumbled too yourself hearing the door open knowing your Dad popped his head into the door looking around seegin your messy room- you weren’t packed, you had Nothing packed up . Your Cat Caspain was curled up on her little cat tower chewing on her favorite toy mouse that your uncle Remus gave her last year.

Sirius blacked stepped into the room seeing the destruction of your room- the last time he was in here- it was cleaned.. you were packed and Even Caspian had her favorite little bling collar on. He’s eyes burrowed seeing the lump in the bed. He stepped over as he reached over grabbing your leg shaking it weakly, “Come on sleepy head.”

“I’m not going.”

You stated as you curled up more into the bed. Sirius would be a fool If he said he didn’t see this coming. Before he broke out of Azkaban he knew your situation- Remus fought for custody but with his condition No one thought he was a suitable parent. The women (who both you and Sirius refuse too your biological mother) was a Awful women. She was a true follower too Voldemort- and only had you because you would be a pure-blood and she was planning too give you too the Dark lord as a gift. She wanted too be the Dark lords wife and used Sirius and his heart too achieves that. Thankfully for everyone involved. Voldemort had No interested in having a daughter. So she tossed you away- where you were found by the Longbottoms then giving too the proper authority and then Sirius was arrested for the murders of Lily and James potter and you were shuffled too one foster home too another. The last one you went too before you started Hogwarts you were basically a slave. Having 9 foster siblings you cooked, cleaned, did everything for your foster parents and All you Ever wanted was a family. Then school started.

Once at school you found Hogwarts too be your home- then Remus arrived and he told you stories about your Dad.- from the first story you wished and Wished for your Dad back so you could have a real Family.

The wish was granted- the summer was amazing even hiding with Remus and Sirius you had a Dad. Even Remus became apart of your family and it was perfection but School! School was going too Ruin it.

“don’t you want too go back too see your friends?”

Grumbling you said No as Sirius chuckled, “well I. know two boys who’s heart will break if you don’t return.”

That got you too uncover your face looking at your dad as you spoke, “how you know about that?”

Sirius grinned brightly seeing his daughter face she looked so much like him it still stunned him sometimes seeing her. The same brown hair the curious eyes. Only thing different between the two was that you werne’t much into getting in trouble. But being best friend with Harry Potter you were always in trouble. Espically after last year when you left with Sirius- when Harry confessed his feelings for you.. and So did Neville longbottom.

How your dad knew about that was stunning. He spoke, “moonie talks.”

“What a gossip!” You frowned covering your face again as he chuckled grabbing the blankets pulling them down as he spoke, “what about Hermione? She can’t handle the boys alone-“

“Hermione has Ginny.- she’ll be fine.” You said grabbing your blanket again. Until he pulled your blanket off again. Looking at you. “Why don’t you want too return? You love Hogwarts.”

Sitting up you looked at him as you spoke, “I Just got you back! I don’t- I don’t want too leave- can’t I take a year off or- home school? Remus can teach me.”

He sighed heavily as he spoke, “It’s not safe- we barely got by this summer- your safer at Hogwarts”

“Dad- I don’t want too leave.”

He reached over grabbing your hand softly as he spoke, “I don’t want you too leave either but you have too- I have too take your oo the train station- I want a normal life for you y/n. And a normal experiences. And Me waving you goodbye at the train station is normal. I can rest easier if your at Hogwarts Safe.- you will come. Back for Christmas.- then this summer- hopefully I can get a safer situation for us.”

“Dad-“ you pleaded as he stood up as he pulled his wand out as he packed your bags.

“I’m going too cry at the train station don’t’ make me cry now too! Making you go back too Hogwarts is hard on me too kiddo. Besides I will write letters and we can talk whenever you want.” You sighed knowing you lost the battle as you nodded your head shifting up too your feet as you left.

“How is it possible you went a entire year without deciding between Harry Or Neville?” Hermione asked as you both sat up in your room- after the tri wizard tourment everyone was on high alert and your home has turned into the base for the order. Too get too and talk about plans. It was a busier summer then you expected. The door was opened you were happy Harry wasn’t here yet- a break from the heartthrob that is Harry Potter and the Sweetness of Neville Longbottom was something you needed. Too give your head a break.

“I don’t know! But it’s – did I tell you what Neville- Oh hI dad.”

Catching your dad grinning at th doorway you looked at him. Sirius craved this. A Normalcies. He has always wanted a large family too have a family like the potters. Whenever he visited it wa full of light and happiness and having you home- and even those the world was trouble it was Nice too stumble upon you talking about boys. Even those he didn’t want you too Date EVER! It was a normal thing for a teenage girl too talk about. Espically too her best friend. Y/N even with having Harry as her best friend was a Ray of Light. The only goodness in his life and hearing her laughing with Hermione and having the house full of the weasleys kids running around making what was once a awful place too be full of fun. Y/N got in as much trouble as the twins when it came too cleaning up the place on Molly’s request but this. Quite day where the meetings ended early and everyone was getting ready for Harrys’ arrival too hear the girls gossiping he couldn’t help but be happy that you weren’t tormented about what happened.

“dad!” You asked as he shook his head, “you know Harry’s arriving today?”

“what really?”

You said as he nodded his head, “so maybe keep the love talk about him too a minimum especially if the door is open.” You groaned reaching over grabbing the teddy bear that you have had since forever you were found with it. Sirius remembers buying it for you when you were born. You threw it at the door as he chuckled closing the door before he got the blunt of your attack. You had a wicked arm.

Twelve years later****

How! How can he be so late?

Being late was one thing- but too be late on a blistering hot day making you wait outside in the blistering hot sun and the humidity was cruel. Where is he? Looking around not seeing your fiancé anywhere. Ugh! You thought. You were suppose too be at Ginny’s and Harry’s house already too celebrate a birthday of their son.

Your eyes were closed too Shield ourself from the sun as you waited . All of the sudden you felt soft lips press on your neck. Knowing exactly whom it was. You smiled letting Neville kiss your neck.

“sorry I’m late love.”

Opening your eyes looking over your shoulder seeing Neville. You smiled, “why you late babe?”

He smiled kissing you on the lips. “Because I’m a stupid- stupid man making someone like you wait”

You couldn’t hold the laughter in hearing him say that. He chuckled softly realizing how corny that sounded as you got up wrapping your arms around his neck.

It’s been over twelve years since your dad died. Going thru that portal. Leaving you a official orphan again.it was hard too move on. Harry after Sirius died. Shoved you away. He didn’t want you involved in anything that involved the Horcux’s or anything with Voldemort. The only saving grace was Neville. He’s Soft soul, his determination too protect the Hogwarts students when Severus took over as the headmaster. Being the last too the party too realize you loved Neville all along was typical. You never understand your own feelings. It’s why it took so long too agree too marry. Neville asked yo right after the battle of Hogwarts and you laughe.d and it got too the point that he said you had too ask. Wanting the whole nine yards. The romantic gestures the roses, if Neville had he’s way he would have you writing in the clouds how much you loved him. What really happened was you both were fighting over something silly and you blurted out how can you have such a stupid husband. Then he corrected you and your big eyes grew larger as you told him too fix that then.

Then Neville lunged towards his nightstand pulling out he’s gran wedding Ring. That he had tucked away for 11 years. Waiting too have it on your finger.

With Remus Gone, Sirius Gone, even Dumbledore you asked Hagrid too walk you down the aisle. Who was deeply honoured. You and Neville convinced / begged headmisstress mcCgonal too allow you too have a small wedding at Hogwarts. Which she gladly accepted. The wedding was next week.

‘whoa- that is some bull if I ever heard it.” He chuckled kissing you quickly wrapping his arms around you. “I was getting you a push present.”

Your head titled looking up at Neville, “babe- Push presents are for when I givebirth too your baby.”

He realized his mistake as he groaned covering his face with his hands freeing you. But you freed his hands from his face as he spoke, “I meant a wedding gift- I found you a push present for when you give birth.” You chuckled hearing that. Smiling, “oh yea? Thinking about that already huh?”

He chuckled getting more at ease letting himself forget the embarrassment he just caused himself. Leaning his forehead too yours. “I’ve been ready since we graduated” you chuckled hearing that stealing a kiss. “I know. But you know my motto- first comes love. Then comes marriage then comes-“

“me with a baby carriage I know- you know that motto is a bit shorter by this time next week. Just me with a baby carriage. Next.” You chuckled reaching up kissing him. “Come on Daddy we gotta go. Were already late.”

Neville blushed hearing that as he grabbed your hand as you appriacate too Harry’s home.

You didn’t see him.

A black dog was sitting in the alley watching you listening into your conversation with Neville. The dog strolled into the alley and disappeared.

“How long until Neville is begging for a baby?” Ginny asked as you laughed standing in the girls bedroom, your old bed was in the corner. Thankful it was summer so the schoo was empty. the boys were getting ready in the boys room. You laughed as Hermione stood up pinching at your dress. “It’s a bit stug” you bite your bottom lip worried about that you figured it would be but also hoped it wouldn’t. Ginny stood up walking over helping too close the clasp of your dress. “Impossible!”Hermione begin a genius waved her wand and fixed your dress as you turned too them. As Hermione looked at you. “Oh goodness- he can’t beg can he- are you pregnate?” Your eyes grew large as you spoke, “How-“

“that glow-“

“you mean that buckets of sweat!” Ginny commented looking at you. Seeing it herself. She was stunned as you spoke up, “Neville doesn’t know! So Zip it!”

They huddled over hugging you tightly as you hugged them. Getting too your reception tent you stood in there waiting for the wedding too start you felt a twinge of sadness thinking about your dad. You wished he was here. But Hagrid wore he’s best attire and was telling you stories about your first year at Hogwarts.you smiled until you heard a voice you haven’t heard in years.

“Sweet pea- your breathtaking.”

You turned fast seeing your dad as you gasped dashing over bulldozing your dad as you hugged him. “Where you been?- how- you died/“

Hearing the music starting Hagrid said it was time. As he walked out. Knowing it should be Sirius who walks you down. You looked at your dad stunned as he offered his arm. “Can I please.”

You nodded your head, “I have so many questions.”

“I’ll answers all of them- later this is a big day.”

Stunned that as all you were so was everyone at the wedding. And at the reception everyone begged for details espically Harry who tested Sirius like Lupin has done in the past, Sirius answered every question and he promised too tell you all tomorrow but tonight Sirius wanted too enjoy the wedding. Seeing you happy was his happiest, when the mother and son dance started Sirius asked too dance with you, of course you accepted

*****Bonus telling Neville and Sirius your pregnate****

Men are clueless- Every women at your wedding Knew what was up when you refused any adult beverage. Neville assumed you didn’t want too forget a thing. Which he thought was Sweet. Nothing else. Even Sirius did’t clue in. Molly Weasley, the headmisstress Every female congratulated you on both a marriage and a baby. You had too tel them all too shut up cause Neville didn’t know yet.

That was a week ago. You wanted too tell Neville sooner but with your father coming back too life, and your Honeymoon where Neville barely let you out of bed. Since the boy wanted a family with you for years, and the only thing stopping you was the fact you wanted too be married first, and after years of begging he finally got his wish, and you wanted a family too. But being pregnant already you felt slightly selfish with not telling him. But it was a GOOD HONEYMOON! So it wasn’t the time. But now you were home. Sitting with Neville and your dad as you spoke, “I should of told you- sooner.. espically since Everyone seems too know now..”

“what’s wrong?” Neville asked as he reached over grabbing your hand. You grabbed his hand with your free hand as bluntly told him. “Ive- I’m two months pregnate.”

You expected Neville too bulldoze you and hug you. What happened was he fainted you gasped as Sirius stepped over hugging you tightly. As you gasped asking if Neville was alright.

After a few moments Neville woke up as he spoke, ‘How- months? How? We were careful.”

Looking at him stunned as you spoke, “aren’t you happy?”

“babe. I am- I just0 how?”

Rubbing your head as you spoke, “remember that musical we went too see- the-“ you clinched your face not wanting too bluntly say you had “sexy” time in a alleyway because neither of you could wait too get home, you did NOT want too say that Infront of your FATHER!! Neville face went blank as you spoke, “good effort at the honeymoon those.” Sirius chuckled at your awful joke as he spoke, “I am so happy for yu sweet pea”

Looking at your dad you spoke, “Don’t you dare leave again- I will never forgive you”

“I wont.”

A baby!’ Neville said again before fainting for a second time. ‘

“Oh Nev.”

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Fresh Start 4

Harry Potter AU 

Link to Chapter 3

Pairings: Sirius Black x Reader 

Rating: M

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The following month a half passed without much excitement. Things seemed to be slowly calming down from all of the “pregnancy discovery” news. Molly had made it her personal mission to make sure that she was always available for last-minute babysitting. She knew that you were miserable with morning sickness the morning after you announced that you were expecting. Molly seemed to show up just when you needed her the most!

This morning, in particular, was the first that you felt halfway decent in a while. It was nice waking up and not having to rush to the bathroom. You lay in bed enjoying the warm bedding while listening to the sounds of Sirius and Remus arguing over how to fix Sirius' motorcycle. It took all you had to not go out into the garden and watch the argument at hand. The moment that Remus told Sirius it was time to hang up the whole bad boy vibe and invest in a muggle car colored a lovely shade of beige. You almost lost it. You wished that you could have seen the expression on Sirius' face at that moment.

You smiled when Harry rolled over and looked at you with a sleepy grin. It still made your heartache at just how much he looked like James! Sometimes, if even for a brief moment, you could imagine that your brother was still alive again.

“Mama!”

Harry squealed, happily. You looked down sadly. Harry had been calling Sirius and yourself “mama” and “dada” for a few weeks. Neither of you had the heart to correct him. The poor boy was too young to understand anyway. Harry would understand in time. He would know how wonderful his mother and father were. If the two of you could be remotely the parents that James and Lily were...you would be thrilled.

“Not sleepy anymore?”

You asked, pulling yourself from your thoughts as Harry giggled. Sirius had put the boy into bed between the two of you the previous night when Harry decided it was time to wake at four am. The two of you were trying to keep Harry in his own room at night but it wasn't working.

“No.”

Harry squealed as you stood up. You quickly dressed before picking the boy up and heading downstairs.

“I think someone is ready for food.”

Harry nodded eagerly and pointed to his mouth.

(Meanwhile)

Remus sat watching Sirius' eyes as he tried to figure out what was going on with his bike.

“You know, there are muggles who fix these sort of things.”

Sirius looked up with an annoyed scowl.

“And let someone else touch her? I think not.”

Remus grinned. That was just the reply that he was looking for. Over the past few weeks, Sirius had been a bit “tense.” Remus was no fool as to why either.

“How is Y/n feeling?”

Sirius leaned back.

“The past two days have been better. She isn't spending all morning throwing up. That has been nice. I think she is a bit tired of me asking if she wants some water. Lucky for us, Molly Weasley turns up like some kind of fairy godmother with stuff to make Y/n feel better and less...mean.”

Remus started laughing.

“She isn't mean.”

Sirius nodded.

“Well, she isn't blaming you for knocking her up. I think this week alone she has told me this is all my fault at least 6 times before she starts crying on me. I just stand there blinking like an idiot.”

Remus had seen you burst into tears a few times of trivial things and had handled it like a champ. That was just Remus Lupin though. He always was able to handle emotional people. He had a feeling that he was about to be needed to handle his emotional friend very soon!

“Don't worry, Sirius. You'll have your normal wife back in 28 weeks.”

Sirius' mouth dropped.

“28 weeks? I have to wait that long?

Remus had to fight back his laughter at the lost and almost desperate expression on Sirius' face.

“It won't seem that long. Do you know what you want yet? Boy or girl?”

Sirius shook his head.

“I don't care. As long as Y/n and the baby are healthy...that is all that I care about.”

“You know if the baby is a girl then you will have to deal with teenage boys one day. I don't think that you will have to think too hard on how we were as teenage boys...”

Sirius' whole face went pale and his eyes widened as he dropped the tool that he was holding. He thought about how awful he was and winced!

“Oh hell!”

Sirius wasn't sure what Remus was talking about. Remus was fine as a teenage boy! He was that perfect boy that every man hoped his daughter would drag home. Sirius on the other hand...well...he was lucky that Fleamont Potter even let him within 12 feet of you!

“This kind of makes me wish that Mr. Potter was alive so I could call him and apologize for having sex with his daughter. All I can say is bless that poor boy that turns up on my doorstep.”

Remus leaned back in his chair with a smile. It was clearly evident that Sirius hadn't even thought about this yet. Remus already felt sorry for the poor baby already if it was a girl. Between Sirius and having a werewolf for a godfather, the poor thing didn't stand a chance in the dating world!

“Lucky for you that is still many years away.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and tried to get back to what he was doing.

“Too soon for my liking.”

He muttered.

(meanwhile)

You stood in the kitchen as Harry eagerly shoved baby oatmeal in his mouth. He eagerly offered you a banana several times. The sound of the doorbell ringing quickly pulled you from your thoughts. You didn't expect any visitors that morning. Opening the door, you froze seeing none other than Walburga Black on the other side. You stood looking at her for a few moments as if making sure your mind wasn't playing games on you.

“Excuse me, are you lost?”

You asked after a few quiet moments. Walburga didn't smile nor did she show any emotion.

“No, I know exactly where I am Y/n Potter.”

You frowned, feeling a cold chill come over you. For years you had dreamed of punching this woman in the face!

“Y/n Black. You do know whose house this is,yeah?”

Walburga blinked a few times when you corrected her. Regulus didn’t tell her about that detail.

“To the same man whose name you have now.”

You had to bite your tongue and repeat I’m a better person over and over in your mind.

“You're perceptive. So, what did we do to win the pleasure of your company?”

It still amazed you how a person could be totally sarcastic to Walburga and it went right over her head! Maybe the lady had no idea what sarcasm was?

“Are you going to invite me in? We are letting flies inside.”

You blinked. The last thing that you really wanted to happen was for Sirius to see his mother. It seemed, however, that you really had no choice. It was probably best to go ahead and get this over with.

“Won't you come…”

“I would love to.”

Walburga interrupted before walking right past you.

“Merlin, I am going to set this bitch on fire.”

You followed Walburga into the kitchen as she sat down at the table. Her cold eyes immediately went to Harry.

“It appears that you were further along than what Regulus believed. This child, however, looks nothing like my son.”

You snorted.

“Well, because he isn’t.”

Walburga’s mouth dropped. Has she heard your corrections? Were you out screwing around on Sirius? Walburga wasn’t surprised. This was just another example as to why you weren’t good enough!

“Excuse me?”

You wanted to laugh at the expression on her haughty face.

“This is my nephew, Harry. We have custody of him. I, however, am pregnant...if you can’t tell.”

Walburga looked relieved as she looked at the slight curve of your stomach.

“I see. I guess it was a bit too difficult for the two of you to inform Orion and myself.”

You frowned.

“Why would it matter to the lot of you? As I remember you disowned your son and my parents took him in.”

“This is our first grandchild.”

You stood to start washing dishes before you hexed the woman.

“He or she will not be practicing dark arts. Sirius has already said no to all of that rubbish.”

You quickly started washing a plate so hard the poor thing snapped. Walburga, meanwhile, sat watching you with a glare.

“What are you doing?”

“When I’m not busy being a wonderful wife I like to fulfill my duties as a domestic goddess.”

Walburga raised an eyebrow.

“Is Sirius too cheap to buy you an elf for these menial chores?”

You put the broken plate down before you threw it. Just who the hell did this woman think she was? You were ready to turn around and start yelling. The sensible side of your brain told you to stop.

“She can’t help it. She’s rich and doesn’t know any better.”

The other side of your brain, however, said.

“Time to smack the bitch!”

“No, he isn’t! I just like to use this handy dandy sponge and the cleaner I made. It takes real skill!”

The sound of the garden door shutting pulled you from your thoughts. You could recognize Sirius’ steps from anywhere. This was about to get ugly!

“Excuse me.”

You said before stepping out of the room. Sirius looked up at you with a playful smirk that said he had one thing on his mind. Before you could say anything, he had you against the wall. You sighed as his mouth closed on your neck. He was going to leave another love bite for his mother to look at.

“Is Harry asleep?”

You shook your head.

“Where’s Remus?”

Sirius chuckled.

“Outside trying to prove me wrong that he's the better mechanic. If you feel up to it, we have time for a quickie.”

As lovely as the idea sounded, you didn’t want Walburga sitting on the other side of the wall listening to the two of you screw each other.

“That sounds lovely but we have a problem.”

Sirius didn’t look up right away.

“Morning sickness?”

You swallowed.

“Hardley. Your mum is here.”

Sirius laughed. That was hilarious! He wasn’t for sure what kind of joke that was but it wasn’t funny.

“I’m not kidding, Sirius! She’s in the kitchen.”

Sirius stood up straight. The happy smile had vanished. Now he reminded you of the boy that you saw every school year at the end of the term. He was the boy that didn't want to go home and was sick the whole time.

“What the hell is she doing here?”

You shrugged.

“She heard about our happy news.”

Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Fucking beautiful.”

He gently let you go before turning and walking into the kitchen. Sure enough, his mother sat at the table looking around with a scowl on her face. Her cold eyes narrowed on him.

“Well, there you are. Your wife is...pleasant.”

Sirius didn’t smile. In fact, he wanted to show zero emotion to anything that Walburga had to say. Maybe if he acted like a robot, she would leave and never return. The past four years without his mum in his life had been wonderful!

“Yeah, she is. What are you doing here?”

Walburga raised an eyebrow.

“No, it's good to see you mum?”

Sirius shook his head.

“No. You haven’t been my mum in four years. Don’t you remember? You kicked me out of the family. I never got to thank you for it. These past four years without the cult has been lovely.”

Sirius was thrilled when Walburga’s cocky smile faded. She quickly resembled the horrible woman who made his life a living hell.

“I don’t think this is a laughing matter, Sirius. I heard that Y/n was pregnant. With this being my first grandchild…”

Sirius held a hand up.

“Hold on! You aren’t allowed around my child.”

“Excuse me?”

Walburga snapped. You, meanwhile, stood watching the two trying to decide who you could drag out.

As if by a prayer, Remus walked in. He froze, staring at the unfolding scene. This was the last thing that Remus ever expected to see! He quickly looked at you, silently assessing if you needed him to step in.

“You heard me. None of you will ever see the kid. I forbid it! Furthermore, how the hell did you find out?”

Walburga shrugged in a little sassier than needed.

“Your brother.”

Sirius glanced at you before looking back at his mother.

“Well, the two of you can just take your so-called good feelings and shove them up your ass. Just get out of here and haunt someone else.”

“Sirius.”

He looked to Remus, who was motioning him forward. Sirius didn’t wait for Walburga to make a comment before turning and storming up the stairs.

You had walked into the kitchen to pick up Harry when the hard rock music started blaring. It took all you had not to smirk. Sirius hadn’t forgotten how to get under his mother’s skin and he wasn’t about to let this moment pass. You slowly turned to your mother in law.

“It's been so kind of you to visit.”

Walburga stormed out of the house in a huff. Remus, meanwhile, walked over.

“I’ll take Harry. You go deal with him.”

You took a breath before walking up the stairs and into your bedroom. Sirius sat on the window seat and was glaring outside. You walked over and wrapped your arms around him from behind.

“Sweetheart…”

“How did Regulus know?”

Sirius asked, coldly. You tensed against him.

“I ran into him before you came home from that job...he kinda….”

Sirius quickly cut you off. “Wait a minute! You told him that you were pregnant before you fucking told me...the father of the kid?”

Sirius quickly stood up; almost tripping you in the process.

“Sirius, he kinda figured it out. I almost threw up on his fancy shoes.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. This was the last thing that he wanted to think about. Regulus could have easily hurt you. Granted, you could have easily hurt him too. It would have been a touch more difficult with Harry in one arm.

“He’s a git.”

You suddenly remembered the awkward conversation with Regulus.

“Somethings going on with him, Sirius.”

“He’s an idiot.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Not what I meant. He seemed off. He was making weird comments about how nothing either side does will make matters...it was just weird. He wasn't death eater Regulus. I wonder if he pissed someone off and is in danger.”

Sirius shrugged, seeming to not care less.

“Play stupid games. Win stupid prizes.”

Sirius didn’t meet your annoyed gaze.

“You don’t care about your little brother at all?”

Sirius shook his head.

“I’m not in that family anymore, remember? So why are you just now telling me about this?”

“Maybe I forgot, you know, with this whole being pregnant, taking care of Harry, and playing new wife thing?”

Sirius sighed.

“I’m sorry...look I’m going out for a bit.”

The last time that he said this, Sirius came home wasted with a bunch of women’s phone numbers shoved in his pockets. Sirius seemed to pick up on your thoughts. He quickly walked over and tilted your face to his.

Sirius felt beyond guilty at the moment. He didn’t mean to make you feel this way again.

“I’m not that guy anymore. I’m taking Remus with me. I just need some time to process this day”

You nodded and went to sit down on the bed. Sirius stood looking at you obviously feeling guilty.

“I can stay, love.”

You shook your head.

“Just go. I need to get Harry down for a nap anyway.”

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Vengeance is an Idiot’s Game  - Chapter 21 - Death by Proclamation

Eliza was relieved to see the rest of the group had made it back unscathed, just ahead of them and thankfully with the wagon and all their supplies. Their reunion was interrupted by Miss Grimshaw marching in, accusing Sadie of being reckless and putting her girls in unnecessary danger. Their argument looked a lot like a mother bear fighting a cougar and Eliza slunk away with the three girls, not particularly eager to get into another battle today. The way the two women shouted at each other, she thought she preferred bullets whizzing around her. After a quick recount of the events from when they got split up with Mary-Beth, Karen and Tilly, Dutch showed up with Hosea close behind him. “Trouble in town? I hope everyone is safe and sound?” The four looked up, nodding. “Some darned bounty hunter recognised Miss Adler, thankfully we already had all we needed and was hidin’ in the store! Eliza weren’t so lucky, got dragged into the fight, we thought they was gonna gun down the whole town”, Tilly explained. “Well, we headed back after them when the coast was clear, I’m just glad no one knew they was with us.”

Karen and Mary-Beth nodded. Dutch turned to Eliza, concern in his eyes as he was considering her carefully. “Are you feeling alright, Miss Eliza? This must have been quite the shock for you.” His voice was so soothing she almost got completely lulled in by it, forgetting all the troubles of the day. Heavens, Molly didn’t seem quite so stupid to her in that moment, listening to him cooing like this after the adrenaline of a deadly shootout had pumped through her body would make any woman’s stomach flutter. She forced herself to return to reality, blinking up at him. “I’m fine, Sadie got me out of there. Just a bit shaken, that’s all.” The black haired man nodded and Hosea smiled at her, relieved. Now this was a man whose emotions she could take for what they appeared as. “Indeed, shaken will be right. I’m glad, I was you might have changed your mind about staying with us after this terrible ordeal. You are a welcome addition to our little family, and I’m sure we all would be sad to see you go.” Dutch squeezed her shoulder for a short moment, then turned to head back to his tent where Molly stood at the entrance, squinting at them suspiciously. The pretty redhead was a problem for another time Eliza decided, it wasn’t even midday yet and she already wanted to go back to bed. Hosea went off and grabbed some tins from the kitchen wagon, placing them onto the table nearby. He beckoned her and the girls to have a seat and eat something after the stressful events of the morning. Her stomach growled at this and she was reminded that she hadn’t had any food yet. Maybe that was for the better, considering the chase had led her to throw up violently. She sat down beside the old kindly man, wordlessly picking away at some strawberries and wasn’t sure if she could stomach them and the turmoil of this morning. Sadie plopped herself down at the table a short while later, sighing exhaustedly. “If I had the choice between gettin’ shot at by a bunch of ugly bastards and bein’ yelled at by that woman, I think I’d take the shootin’ any day.” Eliza laughed, having thought something similar not too long ago. Hosea chuckled. “She’s a frightful woman, but that’s one of her best qualities. No one is gonna come between her and her girls!” “Her slaves, more like”, added Karen, grumbling. She really didn’t take kindly being woken up that early. Tilly slapped her arm, laughing. “What would you know ‘bout slavery! Your parent’s ain’t been owned by some rich white folk! Really, sometimes I wonder if you ain’t never looked at me.” The whole table shared a hearty laugh, shaking off the agitation of the morning. When everyone turned their attention to the food again Sadie waved her hand in an expecting gesture at Eliza. “You ever gonna read that paper we almost died for then?” For a moment the girl didn’t know what she was talking about, then remembered why she had gone back past the gunsmith in the first place. With a small cry she pulled a heavily crinkled newspaper out of her dress, smoothing it out on the table. She scanned the front page, headlining a train robbery, something about some nonsense the President spouted, a murderer on the loose and about her father, expanding his reach to the Caribbean. She skimmed over the article, there was nothing new, only the same ruthless businessman he had always been. She moved on to the train robbery piece, headlining ‘who are the Scarlett Meadows Bandits?’, when Mary-Beth joined her, curiously following the same article. She broke out in a loud laugh. “Well, ain’t that a coincidence! I can tell ya a secret, them name’s are Arthur, John and Charles!” Eliza turned to her, in disbelief. “They robbed a train?! B-but it says here there were casualties…” She stopped talking, everyone’s eyes were planted on her. She had spoken without thinking, of course there would be casualties. Sadie didn’t just get chased out of town by half a dozen men for mere robbery. She wondered how high the price on each of their heads was and dropped her gaze back to the paper. “Sorry”, she mumbled, her voice

meek. “Well”, Hosea stretched out, getting ready to leave, “You’ll get used to the thought of being surrounded by murderers and thieves, we all did. At least we’re not like the O’Driscolls, we try not to take innocent folk’s lives.” Eliza just nodded, humming her agreement. The thought of lawmen not being deemed as innocent people was strange to her, but in the end surely most of them had blood on their hands too? She had shot at men today, hitting at least two or three of them, and even if she didn’t take their lives she definitely wasn’t innocent herself anymore. The thought of this made her uneasy. Her eyes were fixed blankly on the paper, not taking in the lines they were following when Mary-Beth pulled it out of her hands. “Karen!” She hissed sharply, staring on something on the page with growing excitement. Karen looked up, her expression slightly irritated. “Karen, look!”, she handed the paper to the blonde girl, pointing at the article about the murderer. “It’s Sean! He’s alive, and he’s free! They got him out!” Karen’s face changed in a split second. She grabbed the paper and almost tore it out of Mary-Beth’s hand, searching eagerly for the story in question. “Sean MacGuire, a member of the notorious Dutch van der Linde’s gang, has escaped from custody. MacGuire was captured and in the process of being transported from Blackwater to a federal prison in the west. The Van der Linde’s gang was responsible for the Blackwater boat robbery in 1899 that left many dead.”, she cited the article aloud. “…shootout was fierce… Upper Montana river… the escape is yet another example of the incompetence of police… They’ve done it, they got him!” She jumped up with a wide smile on her face and ran to tell everyone that would want to hear the news, dropping half the paper on the ground. Sadie leaned back in her chair fishing for it and threw it back on the table. “Well someone’s sure changed her tone”, she said, her eyes following the blonde. “Ain’t sweet on him, sure.” She smirked. Tilly leaned in, keeping her voice low. “Why d’y’all think it’s taking them so long to get back here?” Sadie studied her, her forehead wrinkled with thought. “I ain’t sure… Probably ran into some trouble or other and had to lie low for a while. Blackwater’s still crawling with Pinkertons, we ain’t wanna lead them back to camp.” Eliza listened to their speculations and flipped through the rest of the pages. There wasn’t much of interest, until her eyes got caught by a little article, tucked away between advertisements past the middle of the paper. Her mouth dropped open in silent disbelief as she read, hot anger rising in her chest. Tears started to gather in her eyes, and she slammed the paper on the table, ignoring the sharp pain on the edges of her hands. The three women jerked up. “Eliza, what’s wrong?” Mary-Beth asked, confused. She stammered for a moment, before she could get the words out. “H-he… My… My bloody father, that’s what’s wrong!” she exclaimed, her voice shaking with indignation, pointing at the article that laid open on the table. Sadie took the paper and read aloud for the others to hear. “Tragic loss of oil baron’s daughter. Eliza Cornwall, 26, daughter of famous oil and businessman Leviticus Cornwall, has been killed at the hands of the van der Linde’s gang. Cornwall announced her kidnapping in early March, along with a letter of blackmail by the wanted criminal Dutch van der Linde. The widely known gang, also referred to as Dutch’s Boys, demanded five thousand dollars for her return. Despite the police’s best efforts, her whereabouts remained unknown. At the site of the exchange a gunfight broke out, killing her in the process. The Pinkerton Detective Agency is looking for the murderers, it is believed they are currently residing in southern Ambarino.” Sadie let a whistle through her teeth, putting the paper down. Her eyes were resting on Eliza. “So, he killed you then.” She was shaking from head to toe, hot tears of anger rolling down her cheeks. “How… How could he. How dare he.” She clenched her hands into

fists, staring at the cursed piece of paper. Mary-Beth was at her side, pulling her into a hug. She struggled at first, too worked up to care. She wanted to break something, hurt someone. The girl didn’t let go, and slowly Eliza succumbed to her embrace, leaning her forehead against her shoulder. “I… I knew he didn’t care for me much, but this is just… I hate him. I’ll kill him.” Mary-Beth gave her a pat on her shoulder, untangling herself and looking at her. “You don’t mean that.” “You better believe I do. He’s a disgusting human being, always only out for his own good. Lying and cheating, he doesn’t give a damn about anyone but himself! He destroyed my mum’s life and many others, and now he cut ties with me, telling everyone he tried to get me back?!” Her voice echoed across the campsite, drawing everyone’s attention. “I’m gonna kill him, and if it’s the last bloody thing I do. FUCK.” The last word was yelled into the sky, it felt good to curse. Her father had abandoned her, finally discarded her after ten years. She laughed bitterly. “Come on now Miss Eliza, let’s sit you down.” Hosea had reappeared, holding her at the arms and guiding her towards her canopy. “Mr. Pearson, would you mind getting us some nice hot tea?” He gently pushed the desperately upset woman down into a seat on her bedroll, taking the lantern off the stool before he sat down on it himself, his hand still resting on her shoulder. “Hosea, I… I hate him.” She looked at him, pleading for understanding. “He’s an awful man”, he sighed, nodding. “I thought so before and now, well, now we know how he treats his own kin.” His eyes rested on her, filled with hurt. “We may be criminals, robbin’ and killin’ folk out there, but at least we do it with our own hands. Men like him, they…” “They pay others to do it for them”, she murmured, pulling her knees to her chest. “Yeah, I know he’s done that before. Keeps his hands and conscience clean, if he even has one.” Pearson hurried back with a cup of hot tea, holding it out to her. Sadie walked up behind him, sitting down on the cot beside her. Mary-Beth and Tilly were speaking to Karen and Miss Grimshaw, and they were headed in her direction too. Suddenly Eliza felt overwhelmed by all the support and consolation she was given here, causing the tears to flow again. “Now, now, Miss Cornwall, no need to cry. Your father is an atrocious man, and we’re all right here behind you. At least you ain’t ever gonna have to go back to him now.” Miss Grimshaw looked at her, with deep sympathy written across her face. She noticed the cup in the girl’s hands and produced a flask out of her apron's pocket, adding what could only be assumed was whiskey to the tea. “Now, drink up and get some rest. You girls are all excused from the chores today, I think the day has had plenty of excitement otherwise.”

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A short nap, aided by the generous amount of alcohol added to her tea by Miss Grimshaw, proved to do wonders for Eliza’s mental state. Waking up in the late afternoon she felt settled and much less erratic. Her mood was still grim, full of dark thoughts about her father, but now her anger had a calculated energy to it. She would pay him back, she just didn’t know yet how. Dutch came by as she was stood at the edge of camp, staring out into the valley and deep in thought of how she could make her father’s life hell. “I hope you don’t mind me joining you Miss, I couldn’t help but hear of your father’s appalling newspaper report. May I just say, we are more than happy to have you here in our midst and we do not ever abandon our own.” He stopped next to her, hooking one hand under his belt, in the other one of his cigars. As much as she didn’t trust him, to hear these words coming from the leader of this gang was comforting. “Thank you Dutch”, she replied, throwing him a quick glance. The low standing sun gave his features a golden glow. She let out a deep sigh. “It was just a bit much. He’s never been kind to me, but this… I guess it hit a nerve.” Shrugging, her eyes followed the slow flow of the river, as they had so often before. “It is more than understandable, Miss. What he did was… cruel.” Shaking his head, he took a draft of his cigar. “No man should ever betray his child like this.” He turned to her and placed one hand firmly on her shoulder, an earnest expression written on his face. “I promise you Eliza, I won’t let him hurt you any more. One day, we will make him pay.” The girl couldn’t help but stare at him, lost for words. She hadn’t expected him to support her in this way, and her mind flicked back to Molly and what she’d think if she saw her man in such close proximity to another woman. Slightly uncomfortable, she eased herself out of his grip. He let go, but not without a nod that was clearly meant to underline his sincerity. “Thank you Mr. – I mean Dutch, I really appreciate it. I… I should get back to camp, I wanted to see if I could help Mr. Pearson with dinner”, she lied and hurried off. He really was a strange man, so unreadable. Spending time alone in his company made her nervous, and that was the last thing she needed today. To not prove her falsehood, she headed towards the kitchen wagon where Pearson was kneeling, stirring the pot on the fire. “Can I help you Mr. Pearson? I wanted to thank you for the tea earlier.” The man looked up at her, a wide smile beneath his giant moustache. “Don’t worry dear, it’s pretty much ready. And ‘t was no bother, no bother at all.” He waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. Not quite knowing what to do with herself until dinner she steered towards the campfire. Uncle laid passed out under one of the tents opposite, Lenny and Tilly both shared a quiet conversation when she approached, smiling at her as she sat onto the log. “You alright? Been quite a day for ya”, Lenny asked. Eliza’s lips curled into a half smile, having someone that much younger enquire about her wellbeing in such an elderly-sibling manner amused her. “I’m okay, thank you Lenny.” She took a deep breath, stretching her back and closing her eyes for a moment, tilting her neck back. “How are you guys doing?” “Better than you I reckon. Karen’s all happy and ain’t touched a bottle yet, even Miss Grimshaw seems t’ be happy about the news of Sean. Lenny and I was just wonderin’ when they’ll be back.” “Don’t we all”, Eliza mumbled. The absence of some of the gang’s most capable members had grown heavy, and she started to truly miss Charles and Arthur. Until now she hadn’t wanted to admit it to herself, but their company had always filled her with a sense of calmness and security. The three of them sat there for a little while, Lenny shared a story of of him and Morgan getting mighty drunk in the Valentine saloon some while ago to pass the time until dinner. The laughter was soothing, gently washing over the hurt inside her. “And then – listen – then he’s runnin’ off into the alley next to the

saloon an’ tryin’ to jump a fence, all while yellin’ ‘I’m an American’! And what happens next? He’s landin’ face first in a steamin’ pile of shit!” All three of them were wiping tears out of their eyes, Lenny was wheezing hard, struggling to continue. “I got away, but Sheriff’s got him, tanked up as he was. Only saw him again the next day, came draggin’ back to camp like some rusty gut.” “He really wasn’t in a good mood, I remember! Barking at everyone to quiet down ‘cause he had a stinkin’ headache”, Tilly confirmed. Eliza’s stomach muscles were hurting and she was struggling for air, it was hard trying to imagine Arthur Morgan in such a state, near impossible. He always seemed in control of himself, a bit awkward at times maybe or ferocious in his anger, but loose? Never. Slowly the cramps in her abdomen eased off and she was able to sit up straight again, just in time for Pearson’s “Dinner’s ready folks” call from the cooking fire.

Sadie waved from her wagon as the three of them were strolling over to the stew pot, still chuckling. Eliza grabbed her portion and followed Sadie’s invitation, seating herself next to her on the back of her wagon. “You alright? Sounds like yer day ain’t as bad now as it was”, she asked, not bothering to swallow her food before she spoke. “Yeah, thank you. I’m much better than earlier. That reminds me, I didn’t even thank you for getting me out of town safe… Well, I-err… Thanks Sadie.” Her cackling laugh was loud and drew a few confused glances. “Ya wouldn’t have been in danger if it wasn’t for me in the first place! But sure, you’re welcome. Sorry it gave you such a fright.” She smiled shily. Sadie was right of course, but she was thankful all the same. After all those articles about her, she should have known better than to presume that a trip into town with Sadie Adler would be a completely mundane, safe endeavour. Trouble followed her like a pack of wolves on the trail of a wounded animal, and it rarely ended in a drunken Can-Can for her. “Saw you runnin’ away from Dutch earlier, he botherin’ you?” The abrupt change of topic caused Eliza to almost choke on a piece of mushy carrot, she didn’t think anyone would have seen the short exchange she had had with him. Sadie slapped her back as she coughed and the girl could feel the colour raise to her cheeks. “I – I wasn’t running away from him, I just… Well, he wouldn’t be my first choice of company when I just want a bit of peace and quiet.” She had been fleeing his presence of course, but that surely wouldn’t sit well with the rest of the gang. She chose to be in this family herself and didn’t want to give away the impression that she didn’t at least respect him as the head of it all. Sadie nodded, her expression utterly indifferent. “He sure likes to hear himself talk. I prefer my own company most days.” “So why are you putting up with me then?” Eliza tilted her head, curiously. Did the woman just feel obliged, after she did her the favour of upscaling her living quarters? Sadie hummed, seeming to be searching for the right words whilst scooping the last bite into her mouth. “Well, you’re prettier than Dutch for one”, she jested, “but I s’pose I put up with you like I put up with Morgan. You’re good company, and also got your head screwed on right.” Putting her empty bowl down, she caught her glance. “I bet not one of them girls would’ve shot at them fellers in town this mornin’ if they’d’ve been in your shoes. Well, Miss Jones maybe, but only because her head ain’t screwed on right.” Eliza bristled at her judgemental tone when she spoke and felt the need to defend the blonde girl. “Karen is not that bad you know. She’s loud and a bit brash sometimes, but she’s a good person really.” “Oh I ain’t sayin’ she’s not, darlin’. She’s a damn good actress, seen it myself once or twice. She just ain’t exactly the type that can sit with ya in silence sometimes. Same with Dutch, right?” She gave an amused bark, pulling a bottle of whiskey out of thin air and offering it to her young friend after she took a sip herself. Eliza decided against it, becoming a drunkard wasn’t on her plan even if she would grow into a fully fletched outlaw. “Is that why you’re close with Arthur? Because he doesn’t talk much?” “Well, partly. He’s a decent feller, got a bright head on his shoulders when he decides to think for himself. He also ain’t never looked down on me ‘cause I’m a woman, can’t say that about most people. Even here.” She took another hearty swallow and Eliza pondered on her words. She had grown to like the man well enough herself, enough even to be worried about him being absent for so long, same as Charles. Only, Charles was easy to understand, straight forward and his personality was transparent as anything. Arthur? Well… He was a mystery to her. She didn’t know why he was humouring her presence in those early mornings at the cliff, or why he’d check up on her whenever their path crossed in camp. Did he feel like she needed protection after Micah’s attack? The

thought of someone assuming a guardian role for her because they didn’t believe in her own ability to protect herself was humiliating, no matter how much she had yet to learn. It reminded her of the fact that she was in way over her head and made her feel like a child thrown into the ocean to learn how to swim. “Where the hell’s your filly run off to? You still with me girl?” Sadie’s voice brought her back to the present, and she quickly loosened the frown her face had pulled itself into. “Sorry, my thoughts went wandering there. Did you say something?” The blonde woman cocked an eyebrow at her, showing a half smile with an expression Eliza could not read. “Your head off with the horses there, hm? I just said Arthur reminds me of my Jakey, in some ways. He’s the best man I know.” Her gaze trailed off, staring at a point somewhere in the distance. “Do you miss him?” “Yeah… every day. But he wouldn’t approve of who I’m now I suppose.” She shrugged and let out a deep sigh. “He’d understand though. Life ain’t fair or just, but we gotta make the best out of the worst situations. We’re all just a bunch of stranded folk, tryin’ to survive.” After a moment’s hesitation Eliza put her hand on her arm, hoping to infuse the little gesture with as much empathy as she could. “I’m sorry about your husband”, she said quietly. Seeing Sadie so vulnerable was strange, she had been her hero for a long time and she wanted to comfort her. But she just shook her head and smiled at her. “Nothin’ to be sorry for, girl. You ain’t had it easy either, even before you got dragged into all this“ – she gestured towards the camp – “mess; and now your own daddy pronounced you dead.” Getting up, she stretched tall and gave a yawn. “Knowin’ there’s good people like Morgan surroundin’ you makes it a bit easier, hm?” Eliza followed her example and hopped off the wagon, picking up the empty bowls, a quiet laugh escaping her lips. “Seeing the good in people takes a while when they kidnapped you in the first place. But I suppose you’re right, Arthur doesn’t seem like a bad man.” “I sure hope they come back soon”, Sadie nodded as Eliza dropped the plates into the water barrel by the kitchen wagon. “Else I’ll have to ride out myself an’ make sure they’re alright. Been a while now even for them.” She tipped her imaginary hat at Hosea, that was walking past, getting ready to settle for the night. He gave them his warm smile and wished a goodnight. Sadie decided she needed some sleep too, giving her friend a gentle squeeze on the shoulder when she declared she’d stay awake a while longer. The gang was slowly tucking themselves away into their bedrolls and it got quiet. Without Javier’s guitar the campfire seemed only half as enjoyable in the night and most people preferred the quiet conversations with their tent partners, safe and warm. Having had a lengthy nap during the day, tiredness was some way away for Eliza still, so she strolled towards the cliff that had somewhat become her favourite spot to spend her spare time at. The night air was fresh, and the soft breeze made her shiver a little as she sat down behind a big rock, obscured from curious eyes. Her gaze once again followed the river, moonlight reflecting on its rippling surface. The little cluster of trees and bushes where she and the girls had washed down in that distressing night drew her attention, and her eyes lingered there. Sadie was right, he was a good man. And if the woman had reason to be worried about the boys being away for longer than anticipated, well… Eliza certainly didn’t need to feel guilty admitting she was worried about him too.

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How Love Hurts - Chapter 8.4 - by Alinda

Tears slowly slide over Harry’s cheeks. Draco wishes he could do more than just hold his hand and let him know he’s here. The tears had started when Draco was still on the stand, explaining that he’s never made a love potion in his entire life. He had to admit he’d known about the abuse from the moment he and Harry had become friends. He had to elaborate on how he recognised the signs because his own father had done the same to his mother. It had been hard to see Harry in the back of the courtroom with red eyes and a down turned mouth.

It had gotten worse when Draco had been able to sit down next to Harry and James had given his testimony. The soft tears evolving in real cries when James told about the time his mother had hit him in his face when he had come out to her. And when James described how he’d found Harry on the kitchen floor, his mother still hurting his bleeding body, Harry had hidden his face against Draco’s chest. Draco had put his arm around Harry not knowing what to say to him to make it all better.

Draco had wanted to kill Ginevra when Albus told the court that she had turned her wand on him last summer when they had a fight. Draco had been afraid of this. His father had been the same. The few times Mother had been away when Lucius had been in one of his moods are stuck in Draco’s memories. He remembers the physical pain and emotional heartbreak. Never will he understand how a parent could do something like that to their own child.

And now Ginevra sits in the stand. As accused she’s been dosed with a few drops of Veritaserum under great protest of her lawyer. Whatever she will say today, it will be the trued for her. Draco knows how easy it is to conflict that with the real truth, knows how it all depends on the questions asked, remembers how his own guilt was used to make him confess to more than he did. It had cost him a year of his life wasting away in Azkaban.

“I only did what was necessary. Harry needs guidance, sometimes forgets what is expected of him,” Ginevra says. “He would have wasted away in his Godfathers home if it hadn’t been for me.”

“Why did he need guidance, he’s a grown man. I’m sure he was capable of making his own decisions,” Marion asks.

“He was supposed to be this big hero, the saviour. But all he wanted was to be a simple man. He’s too powerful to just be a simple man. So I’d made sure he’d live up to his potential.”

“Can you give us an example?”

Ginevra nods. “He wanted to drop out of Auror training, give up all his skill, disappoint everyone and me. He was made to lead, to fight evil. If it hadn’t been for me he would have given up on that years ago.”

“And how did you guide him to stay on as an Auror?” Marion asks.

“I told him he wouldn’t. We had words a couple of times. I told him I would leave him if he’d quit, that I would take James with me.”

“You only used words to make him see he should stay an Auror?”

“No.”

“What else did you do?”

Ginevra shakes her head. Draco feels a little pleasure in seeing her struggle to formulate an honest answer that won’t implicate herself.

“Sometimes Harry needed to feel instead of hear to get back into line. I might have hexed him sometimes to get the message across.”

“Harry left you last year. Did he ever mentioned leaving before that?”

“Yes,” Ginevra answers.

“When was the first time that you know of that he wanted to leave you?”

Ginevra clears her throat. “I think the first time I knew was a couple of months after the war, just before I got pregnant.”

Harry sits up straight next to Draco and his hold on Draco’s hand tightens.

“Did you use hexes to make him stay with you?”

“No, I didn’t need to. Ron told me Harry was planning on breaking up with me. I couldn’t let that happen. He promised to be with me after the war. I needed him to stay with me.”

“And how did you make him stay with you?”

“I took fertility potions and stopped using protection when we had sex.”

Harry’s free hand rubs over the scar on his upper arm and his face is paler than it was before. He blinks a couple of times with his eyes and then the tears start again. Draco squeezes Harry’s hand to comfort him.

“I knew that if I would give him a child he would never leave me,” Ginevra continues. “So I made sure I got pregnant. It ruined my Quidditch career, but at least Harry didn’t leave me.”

A couple of rows in front of them James shakes his head. Mrs Weasley pulls him close to her when he cries out. The courtroom is silence for a beat and then Marion asks Ginevra if she regrets getting pregnant now that Harry has left her.

“Yes, I’ve regretted it. I never wanted children. I only had them to keep him in line.”

Harry’s hand slips out of Draco’s when he stands up. Draco watches him walk down the aisle until he reaches the row that his children are occupying.

“Don’t you dare, you are not allowed near them,” Ginny yells at Harry. The judge looks up and just nods at Harry. Harry sits down between James and Albus. Both boys cling to him while he whispers words into their hair. Lily gets up from her own seat and turns to the back. She steps towards Draco, and a small papa leaves her lips. Draco doesn’t hesitate and gets up. He takes Lily in his arms and lets her sit on his lap when he sits down next to Albus. Scorpius has followed him and sits down on the last chair of the row. Harry looks up at Draco and gives him a small smile through his tears.

“He’s not allowed. I’ve got custody over our kids. I don’t want that death eater scum anywhere near them.”

“I would stop talking if I were you, Ms Weasley,” the judge says and Ginevra goes quiet. Marion continues her questioning. She makes Ginevra confess that she hexed Harry and Albus and that she wanted Harry dead that Christmas eve. The afternoon feels to go on forever and Draco is glad when it’s all over and the court slowly empties.

“Harry, dear. We’ll make sure they get the love they need tonight. I know you want to take them home with you, but you can’t just yet. We wouldn’t want you to get in trouble for breaking the custody agreement,” Molly says when she gets up. Her face is puffy and her eyes are red and Draco wonders how she deals with hearing her own daughter saying the things she said today.

With difficulty, Harry lets go of James and Albus. He promises them that he loves them and that he’s never regretted having them.

“Can I go with them, dad?” Scorpius asks. Draco doesn’t get a chance to answer him. Molly is already saying that it won’t be a problem and then they all walk out of the room.

“She knew I wanted to break up with her, knew I didn’t love her anymore. Why didn’t she let me go?” Harry’s hand covers his mouth when he starts to sob. Draco takes him in his arms and tells him he doesn’t know. More questions come from Harry that Draco can’t answer. He has no idea why Ginevra thought it was okay to use their children to get her way. He doesn’t know why she thought Harry was obligated to stay with her. He doesn’t know how it is she could hurt them as she did. The only thing he knows is that he loves Harry and that he loves his children and that the pictures that were taken of them sitting all together in court will be front-page news tomorrow.

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Next gen headcanons

Edward "Teddy" Remus Lupin

Nonbinary, uses he/him and they/them pronouns

Pansexual, but has mostly dated boys

Hufflepunk

Mixed bag of depression and anxiety

Tattoos and piercings everywhere. Also, a tattoo artist.

Walks with a cane due to chronic back pain

His first kiss was with his best friend, Basil Haywood-Karasu

He dated Victoire for a bit, but it didn't work out. They're better as friends

Lived in between houses for most of his life. His grandmother Andromeda and his godparents, Harry and Ginny share custody

When Andromeda began having a hard time getting around on her own, Harry and Ginny opened up their house to her happily, though this was after Teddy moved out on his own

Winifred "Winnie" Margaret Weasley-Wood

Daughter of Percy and Oliver

Bisexual

Gryffindor but almost Ravenclaw

Named after her late uncle and Grandma Molly, whose full name was Margaret, though she would never admit it

Has read every book in the restricted section, whether she was allowed to or not

Hands are constantly in motion. Does math in the air, taps fingers on surfaces, sometimes just does random stuff with her hands, has to stop herself from doing hand motions when talking, etc. Has no idea what causes it.

The shortest of all her siblings/cousins

Hosts a Qudditch Little League for her siblings/cousins

Victoire "Vic" Apolline Weasley

Bisexual

Ravenclaw

Sort of a preppy punk. Loves faux leather jackets but also loves tiaras :) completely beautiful, let's be honest

Curses in French all the time

Attended Magik N.O.U., a wizarding school in New Orleans in her 7th year, which sparked her love for travel

Learned wandless and non-verbal magic just because people thought she couldn't; the dictionary definition of "girls can be smart AND pretty"

Could totally kick Teddy Lupin's ass

Has to worst temper of anyone in her extended family. And that's really saying something

International Hit Wizard

Georgie Rhyme Jordan

Child of Lee Jordan, honorary Weasley due to his relationship with Fred prior to his Fred's death

Pansexual and Genderqueer; he/him or any pronouns

Feminist AF

Really into street art. May have graffiti-ed a few anti-Brexit and anti-Tory pieces around England, but there's no proof

Not vegetarian but has cut down on meals with meat

Was born with atrial septal defect

Megara "Meg" Rhys Weasley-Wood

Demigirl. Experiences some dysphoria but not a lot

Partially deaf due to an untreated ruptured eardrum.

Has a huge, fluffy, orange cat named Hercules

Blind enough that she has to wear coke bottle glasses.

Animal lover right to the core. Donates to any and all shelters that she knows have good practices and tries to adopt as many animals as possible from the bad ones

Loves divination. Has minor seer powers.

Has a magical disorder where smoke comes out of her hears when she gets mad.

Frederick "Freddie" Gideon Weasley II

Bisexual. In love with Taras Krum, who was in a student exchange program with Durmstrang and Hogwarts.

Suffered severely after getting hit by a bludger in his 6th year; a concussion and head trauma leading to epilepsy

Severe depression and imposter syndrome

Not much of a prankster

Bookworm

James "Jamie" Sirius Potter

Red hair + hazel eyes + freckles everywhere

Got a gold tongue piercing at fourteen and that's how he found out that he was allergic to gold

Smoked pixie dust once

Lover of poorly timed finger guns and funky socks (yes, he is bisexual, why do you ask?)

Not a professional quidditch player or auror

He runs a diner called "Lumos" that serves the best burgers in the wizarding world

Doesn't think he can do anything right

River Lee Jordan

Trans girl; lesbian

Allergic to cinnamon

Loves pranking; Dominique, Lily, Romany, and her prank their cousins all the time. They're terrifying.

Writer but she works as a herbologist assistant, waitress, and cashier at WWW on the side just to support herself

Can hear magic. It's an almost constant buzzing when she's around her family and at Hogwarts. Sometimes just needed to be alone so that she couldn't hear the buzzing.

Gwendolyn "Wendy" Lucille Weasley-Wood

Pansexual

Has a genderfluid s/o, Ari Spinnet-Bell

Very environmentalist. Tries not to be annoying about it.

Founded a Hogwarts theatre club and actually wrote a few, very very gay plays and musicals

Hosts a podcast/blog with her roommates (River, Ari & Susmita) called Witches Unstitched where they talk about anything and everything under the sun

Helped create a bunch of healing potions with all the plants she has in her greenhouse(s)

Dominique "Dom" Gabrielle Weasley

Pansexual and Aromantic

In a QPR with Lorcan Scamander, her best friend

Hates being compared to her older sister

When Lorcan got cancer and got pulled out of school, she took time off school while he was getting treatment

Shaved off all her hair when he lost his

Leader of the Pluto is a Planet society at Hogwarts

Best friend in the family is James, despite the fact that she and Arthur are in the Slytherin! Marauders together

Loves firewhiskey and menthol cigarettes (don't tell Wendy)

Illegal animagus - a white cat. Her nickname is Duchess.

Arthur "Art" Rubeus Potter

Gay + in love with Scorpius Malfoy

Dyed the tips of his hair green and silver when he was 12

Loves leather jackets, chokers, and combat boots

Has too many piercings to count, but his favorite is his deep purple nose ring. Hates the idea of a tongue ring

Trained himself in Legilimency and Occlumency

Learned Parseltongue, Mermish, and several other creature languages because "he was bored"

Knows quite a bit of dark magic, but is not a dark wizard

Had a lot of tattoos. Most were of creatures from the Black Lake, the Giant Squid taking up his entire back, and a merperson takes up his upper left arm

But over his heart is the Scorpius constellation, sketches of the four animagi are on his left hip, and on his ankle are magically fading footsteps that would eerily familiar to anyone who had looked at the Marauder’s Map

Went to a wizarding school located in the Great Barrier Reef, which offered courses for 18 - 21 year olds who had graduated from wizarding schools around the world

Loves puns, boxing, extra greasy pizza, potions, pet names, horror movies that are actually scary, singing in the shower, and his boyfriend, Scorpius Malfoy

Marine Mazoologist

Roxanne "Roxy" Fabian Weasley

Bisexual

Has been known to "experiment" with girls. In the Quidditch locker rooms. Forgets to lock doors. Oops

Her patronus is a coyote. Her happiest memory is of when her and Fred jumped of the roof of Hogwarts with their brooms. They had been trying to recreate the last scene of Pratical Magic, but like, with brooms

Loves cooking and knitting with her Grandma Molly

Studies in the strangest places. Lily once found her studying in the secret passage to Hogsmeade one night. Her brother found her sleeping in the Astronomy tower, with books strewn around her. Scorpius and Arthur once found her studying in a secret alcove (they still won’t admit to her why they had wanted to be in secret alcove in the first place)

Down to fight anyone for any reason

In love with Susmita Patil

Healer

Rosa "Rose" Bud Granger-Weasley

Lesbian

An absolute foodie

Named after a Charles Dickens character

Allergic to cats, which irks her mom and pleases her dad

President of the current Hogwarts chapter of S.P.C.W. (Society for the Promotion of Creature Welfare). Hermione has worked tirelessly in the ministry to get laws passed but even ministers can't change everything in a day

After graduating, her, Arthur, Dominique, Roxanne, Scorpius, Lorcan, and Lysander all went on a camping trip. Harry, Ron, and Hermione got really anxious about it

Loves reading trashy tabloids to call down. Circles all the stories about her family to torture her cousins with (jokingly)

It's a 50/50 shot whether she going to argue with you, and cite her sources, or if she is going to knock your teeth out

Spent her 7th year at The Salem Witches Institute in Massachusetts, a private all-girls school

Historian for wizarding history. Runs a small museum out of Grimmauld Place, which the Potters don't live in but Harry stills owns + has cleaned up a bit

Lily "Lils" Euphemia Luna Potter

Has meniere's disease

Vegetarian for medical reasons

Needs to wear glasses but never does

Gryffindor, but wanted to be in Slytherin

Will help out anyone and everyone if she can

Lived with Teddy for a bit after he moved out on his own

Asexual and Panromantic. In a polyamorous relationship with Frankie Longbottom and Estelle Huang

Had a pet snake named Besa. The snake was nearly longer than she was tall, non-poisonous, and the sweetest thing ever (at least, according to Lily)

Beat up James when he said that she "threw like a girl". She cracked one of his ribs, gave him a black eye, and broke his nose in three places. To this day, he claims that his nose is a little crooked (he was nine. she was five.)

Went to a wizarding school in the Himalayas in her 5th year, on the international student exchange program

Has very long hair that is almost always up in bun(s), braid(s) or ponytails. Has to magically shorten it for Quidditch games

Loves mysteries

Hugo "Go-Go" Cabret Granger-Weasley

Genderfluid [they/them]

Colorblind, dyslexic, and has ADHD

Dragonologist in Sweden, but almost went into wandmaking

In love with Allie Longbottom, who always painted her face Hufflepuff colors for games after Hugo got on the team

Uses medically prescribed pixie dust to help with their extreme anxiety; is careful not to take too much

Has a pet ferret that they named Star Boy

Joshua "Josh" Wilhelm Weasley-Wood

On the autistic spectrum

He takes his emotional support golden retriever, Laurel, to Hogwarts with him to help with the changing enviorment

Loves matchbox cars. Has hundreds of them. Carries one or two around with him at all times to fidget with

Loves hiking through the Forbidden Forest, with supervision from his dad, Professor Percy Weasley, or one of the other teachers, of course. All of them are willing to walk with him when they have time, but he loves hiking with his dad most

Has a hard time focusing when there's a lot of noise around him, so of course he has noise cancelling headphones

Learned how to fix up cars and bikes from his grandfather; opened up his own mechanic shop; loves riding the first motorcycle that he and his grandfather fixed up through the streets of London, especially with his girlfriend Lavi

It took him a while to overcome balance issues, but with training to be a seeker in Quidditch, and a lot of time spent taking practice drives on his bike in the fields around the Burrow, he was able to overcome them and once he did, he was on his motorcycle every chance he got

Has accomandations made for him when it comes to eating at Hogwarts, because the food can bother him sometimes

Hates when different foods on his plate touch

Romany "Romy" Charlotte Weasley-Wood

Lesbian-Oriented aroace; in a qpr with Maisie Greengrass

Is prone to accidental magic and has a bit of an anger issue that she works through with a punching bag, bring a beater on the Quidditch team, and playing drums

Her, Tessa Weasley, and Sariel Goyle formed a band called Bloody Bitchin' Babes that played underground gigs at Hogwarts parties before getting work at parties and bars

Hates all of her classes, except Transfiguration

Her plans look like the walls of detectives in murder mysteries. Photographs, post-it notes, paper ripped out of notebooks, red strings, and everything

Burnt Hufflepuff

Royal "King" Kingsley Jordan

Bigender + Bisexual; xe/xem pronouns

Loves all types of clothing but especially suits, flowery blouses, crop tops, chunky belts, scarves, and Doc Martins

Plays the piano all the time, xe even has a piano in xyr room

Gets chronic migraines, has been known to sit/lay in the dark for hours until the pain subsides. Hates taking meds for it

Never has her phone screen brightness above the lowest setting because xe hates that xyr light sensitivity may take xyr away from xyr phone, which is xyr life

Would love to travel one day

Louis "Louie" Antoine Weasley

Only has a little bit of veela charm, usually enough to get him out of minor trouble, and it isn't always permanent

Started taking in magical creatures when he was seven, when Luna gave him a suitcase like Newt Scamander's and got another one when he started adopting muggle creatures as well. He especially loves his mokes and his chickens.

He loves swimming in the Great Lake with the Giant Squid

Loves carmelized apricots, pumpkin gorgonzola flan, cinnamon roll cheesecake, molasses cookies, Bulgarian candy -specifically chocolate bars, sweet potato pancakes, and homemade butter-maple syrup

Was in a student exchange program with Beauxbatons in his 4th year and again in 6th year with the Canadian wizarding school and he loved both experiences

Tessa "Tess" Rue Weasley

Can see people's auras

An expert at potions. Began working on a cure for lycanthropy at the age of 13 and a long 17 years later, she finally accomplished it. She always says that she would have done it quicker if only she didn't have to sleep to live

Part of the potions club at Hogwarts, which is a much less snobby version of the Slug Club that actually has to so with potions talent and not just fame

With her cousin Louis's help, she was actually able to tame a baby raccoon and named him Meeko after the raccoon in Pochahantas to help her and also trained him to help her nick a few things from her cousins sometimes

Loves classic fantasy lit, especially Narnia. Tried to charm a wardrobe to take her to Narnia, and let's just say that it didn't turn out very well and that it was really hard to reverse

Shaves her head in fourth year, because she was tired of all the work it took to take care of her hair

Penelope "Penny" Elodie Weasley-Wood

Named after Penelope Clearwater, who was her father's best friend and who died in the Battle of Hogwarts

She was adopted from Ukraine and loves everything about the country. The language, the music, the art, the people...

Went on to be a dragon tamer at a Ukranian dragon reserve, which she applied to as soon as she turned 17, and when she got an offer, she took her N.E.W.T.s in her 6th year so that she could take the job immediately

At the dragon reserve, she met Norma Hawryluk, who she fell in love with and a baby Ironbelly whom she named Vera and raised. No one but she had Norma could touch Vera though, because of the dragons' extreme rage issues

Constantly stole her sibling's and cousin's clothing

Gets stuck in her head sometimes

Romulus "Rome" Wolff Jordan

Asexual and Aromantic

Has a fluffy white cat named Marigold (Royal named her)

Loves wearing a ton of rings. Like, one on each finger.

Will only eat rocky road ice cream, and no other flavor ever

Has aphantasia, or the inability to voluntarily visualize images in his mind, but can still dream, because it's involuntary

Loves to sketch a lot. Will sketch everything he sees

Loves turtlenecks; hates crocs to no end

Big windows with amazing views are his favorite thing

Genevieve "Genny" Maribel Weasley

Prone to anxiety attacks

Polyamorous lesbian, in a closed poly relationship with Noa Spinnet-Bell and Lyric Scamander

Best friends with Romulus, her cousin. She is loud and fierce, and he’s quiet and passionate, and together they’re going to take over the world two steps at a time

Figures out that technology works in the Room of Requirement and starts a tech club that meets on Wednesdays, and has movie nights on Fridays

Brought a pet pig named Prince to Hogwarts

Unofficially a freelance curse breaker, but worked as an intern at the dragon reserve in Romania with her Uncle Charlie the summer after Hogwarts. Eventually moves to South America because her girlfriend, Noa Spinnet-Bell, got recruited by their Quidditch team, Tarapoto Tree-Skimmers

They move to a farm where Genny gets her own horses!!!

Elias "Simon" Jacques Weasley

Has fibromyalgia, which makes it difficult for him to stay in Hogwarts. With the chronic joint pain, fatigue, dizziness, and difficulty with memory, it was easier for him to get privately tutored by his dad, who was the Ancient Runes professor

Severe anxiety and depression, which was most likely caused by his fibromyalgia, but there's no telling

Vegetarian for personal reasons, and had James teach him how to make vegetarian burgers and other vegetarian meals

Loves water-based magic and might have gone into the exchange program for underwater schools in the Bermudas or Oceania, but he didn't want to risk his condition

Can beat anyone at any board game. No one knows how he does it. Ron played wizard chess with him for eight hours once, but eventually gave up on ever beating him

Is the publisher of a Hogwarts exclusive magazine. Uses his older sister’s computers to work on it. Works on his novel in his spare time. Occasionally holds poetry slams by the Great Lake. Just loves writing in general

Matilda "Tilly" Honey Granger-Weasley

Has a photographic/eidetic memory

Got expelled from Hogwarts in her sixth year for using an unforgivable curse on another student who was bullying/harassing Elias, but doesn't regret it all.

Finishes up her studies at a small non-boarding wizarding school in Romania, where she lives with her Uncle Charlie and his queerplatonic partner, Barnaby, and their cat, Wick

With the help of Barnaby, dyes her hair platinum white (think Zoe Kravitz when she had white hair)

Moves to America almost as soon as she graduates

Travels the world to write about different wizarding communities for the Quibbler and for her sister's museum

A little too obsessed with Joan Jett

Loves lucid dreaming

Elliott "Ellie" Ryleigh Weasley-Wood

Genderfluid

Has narcolepsy. Tired all the time and been known to dose off during class. And meals. And conversations

Needs to wear glasses but doesn’t, because they don’t want to look like a nerd. Looks like a complete nerd when they run into shit all the time and it doesn't help that their notes are always wrong because they refuse to sit in the front of class

Witnessed a car accident on a street one day and has been able to see thestrals ever since. Hates to think about it

Loves strong tasting food. Spicy, hot, cold, salty, super sugary, bitter... down to eat anything to be honest

Became a therapist for the wizarding community

Amare "Mar" Sabra Weasley

Own a huge shaggy grey and white dog named Ollie who she took to Hogwarts with her and is her best friend

Ellie, her cousin, is her other best friend and they love building huge forts and watching Disney movies together with tons and tons of snacks. Ollie always joins

Didn’t care one bit about school. Hated studying with a passion. Barely ever showed up to class. Was in detention more than all of her siblings and cousins combined

Worked as an intern at Lee Jordan’s radio broadcasting company for a few summers and hosted her own show that was based around old music after her sixth year

Alcoholic. Can't even be around firewhiskey

#hp next gen #wotter kids #teddy lupin #winifred weasley-wood #victoire weasley #georgie jordan #megara weasley-wood #fred weasley ii #james sirius potter #river jordan #gwendolyn weasley-wood #dominique weasley #arthur rubeus potter #roxanne weasley #rose granger-weasley #lily luna potter #hugo granger-weasley #joshua weasley-wood #romany weasley-wood #royal jordan #louis weasley #tessa weasley #penelope weasley-wood #romulus jordan #genevieve weasley #elias weasley #matilda granger-weasley #elliott weasley-wood #amare weasley

[bi-lullaby]

Meredith vs People

Alternative titles: “My other post in a similar format got slightly popular and I crave attention” and “I’m still hung up on the one time Owen called Mer “the only universally liked individual in the hospital” because she is my fave”

Meredith x Cristina

Once called “the true lovestory of the show” I think it’s one of the kost refreshing relationships between characters I’ve ever seen in my, admittedly not that long, experience with fandom. The love and support each other wildly and publicly, straight up say to others how their person is important and a thing to prioritize. It’s so... Amazing to watch their deep, soulmate-like bond develop. I also love them from a narrative standpoint: How they started out as ambitious, driven people with complicated relationships with intimacy who saw surgery as the end all be all goal, and how they’re allowed to grow apart from that slightly, acquire other goals and relationships and projects (Meredith) or continue on that path, prioritizing their career and success solely/mostly (Cristina) and how both are treated as valid, rewarding choices (Mer with her happiness at family life and her Harper Avery, and Cristina with her bomb-ass hospital and the resolution of her personal relationships). They’re two characters that took on distinct journeys, but whose paths to personal fulfillment are deeply intertwined to each other.

Meredith x Alex

Okay, this is my favorite friendship ever. If Izzie showed Alex that his “evil spawn” ways weren’t exactly preferable nor they made him better than anyone or immune to pain, Meredith stuck out her hand for him and said “you’re dark and twisty? Cool. Doesn’t mean you can’t find, and fight for, happiness. Lets be dark and twisty together while we figure this out.” They relate to each other in a fascinating way, both children of neglect (to varying degrees) who worked their way to the top with a lot of bumps in the way. Also, seeing as I’m Mer’s number one stan, I also love their relationship because Alex is so amazing to her. Even Cristina had her moments of “mommy tracking” her, or even putting her aside in favor of a relationship, while Alex sticks by her side like glue and puts her above almost everything (which, I’m not saying a friendship is less valid if it’s not the most important thing in the world to you, of course not. I’m saying that everyone has a favorite person in the world, and the fact Mer is someone’s, makes that someone (Alex) even better in my eyes). Meredith sticks by the people she cares about’s sides through whatever they’re going through, in whatever way she can, and I find that that is surprisingly not-reciprocal in some instances, so it’s good she has her own ride-or-die. It’s also comic to me that two of the most sexually active, sex-driven characters in the show have never had an indication of sexual tension between them. (Almost like men and women can be friends, shocking!). The show’s not complete without Merlex, that’s for sure!

Meredith x Lexie

BRB, will be crying about the softest sisters ever, who deserved a much more fleshed-out relationship! To this day, all my (unpublished) Grey’s fanfiction involve “Lexie is actually alive” because it was such a traumatic loss to Meredith (that was under explored, imo, even if the little mentions of it through the show are heartwarming AND breaking). I loved that they made Mer push her way at first, because it showed her deep resentment of her own life, of not getting the doting father and the protective mother and the “growing up with siblings” and then having someone who had all that come and throw at her face the word “sisters” like they shared anything but DNA at that point... I think my two favorite examples of “family is about choice, not blood” examples of this show are their relationship and how it got deep through knowing each other (Meredith donates a piece of her liver to their father because of Lexie, but doesn’t remember Molly’s name in the same ep because Molly has not actively been her sister) and another one I’ll talk about later. And the contrast between Lexie’s own sadness from suddenly being left with basically no family (alcoholic father, dead mother,stranded older dister and far-away younger sister, all things I feel like people don’t consider enough to understand Lexie has also suffered) and her fight to get that family back was just so amazing. In a way, Lexie was Meredith’s Izzie, not only by being cuddly and fuzzy and nurturing but by having a “I deserve better than you being an asshole so I’ll make you less of an asshole or so help me god” attitude. Mer got softer for lexie and I think that’s beautiful.

Meredith x Amelia

Yeah, that’s my other “favorite family is not by blood, it’s by choice” ark. That clear-contrast scene of Amelia coming from her “sisters” meetup, emotionally drained after having to endure their toxic, demeaning, vicious attacks, and into her sisters, who are earning to hear what she has to say, who empathize with her and support her... I ate that shit UP, let me tell you. Because Mer was such a huge bitch to Amy at first, but came to love her after allowing herself to truly get to know her (which is the opposite story with Nancy and Lizzie and Kate, who all refuse to get to know her past the version that they despise). I also love that Derek was kind of a barrier between them, because he had his own views of Amy that influenced Mer and when he was gone, she had to face a... quite different reality. I see a lot of people shitting on Mer for the “You’re not my sister, Cristina is my sister. You’re Derek’s sister and Derek is dead” line, and I can see why, it was rude, but... That’s Meredith’s whole instance on family? Yeah, Amy was sweet and I’d bet she was mer’s favorite “Shepherdress” out of the four woman (she had stood up to her before, against Derek, nonetheless), and it breaks my heart that Amy saw her as “the only sister she could relate to” (seriously I was sobbing) but... Sister? That’s a personal, intimate title she reserved very, very few people in her life, and Amy has earned that right with a lot more patience and care than most people put into relationships. Of course she was more loyal to Cristina than to Amy at that point (who herself was more loyal to Addison than to her own siblings, hence she didn’t tell Derek about the affair, for example). But then? She literally tells Megan she can’t possibly choose which one of Owen’s wives she likes more, and need I remind you the other one is Cristina herself? (who she called “her soulmate” over Derek?. They’re two example of women who’ve gone through tremendous trauma and pain and came out changed from it, and the fact they have each other for support now makes me very, very happy. I do wish they had more scenes together, but the ones they do share are enough for me to say their relationship is a gift for this show.

Meredith x Maggie

So pure! I like that they meet up when they’re both older and more experienced and have kind of “set” personalities, that clash sometimes, but also can add up into beautiful things when combined. It was... slightly frustrating to see Mer push away yet another person at first, but watching them get closer was also sweet. I hate the comparisons between their relationship and Merlexie’s (and the comparisons between Maggie and Lexie/Cristina/April like she’s just a stand-in for them). They were different moments of all their lives. Mer and Lexie? Inexperienced 20-something women going though shit trying to find their place in the world, when Mer was still in her dark and twisties and needed to be cajoled into giving Lexie even an inch. Mer and Maggie? Well-established women in their late thirties whose relationship wasn’t built on a need for each other, but in working together for the sisterhood they wanted. I love that it was Maggie that had to get to know Meredith and be persuaded into liking her, actually. And look where they are now! They have such a comfortable, intimate relationship that’s based on love and mutual respect! I love Maggie’s small fangirl moment when Mer pulls that amazing straw-in-the-skull stunt in the airplane and Maggie’s filming the interview (although I hated what came afterwards. C’mon Maggie, fighting over a boy? Really?). It’s also good to see how Meredith helps Maggie navigate her first real trauma (loosing her mother) and how her pain has build her up and actually helps others! It’s an excellent stance of character development that remains true to the character. Their little interaction when Mer’s creating her little dream-induced invention and Maggie looks at the board once and understands it, helping her figure it all out, is so cute and nice! They’re sweet and good for each other, and I’ll protect this relationship forever!

Meredith and Jo

“You’re Jo Wilson, I know exactly who you are!” makes me weak. Because it’s such a powerful, important phrase, but also such... A Mer thing to say. At the end of the day, Mer loves people and takes them under her wing and empathizes with them. She becomes Jo’s support system and doesn’t let go. I love how she’s the one to stand by her side and protect her from Paul, and I love how she’s the one in the more recent episode to manage to get Jo to open up, to get up and get help. They’re almost mirrors, Jo with Mer’s headstrongness and emotional baggage, barging in and taking the world by storm, with Mer being Jo’s Bailey in a way, with a lot of crankiness and a slight superiority complex but lots of wisdom and care, looking at her go with a smirk like “that girl will go far but she’ll need a couple wrist slaps on the way”. Mer was extremely important in Alex’s life, she became extremely important in Jo’s life, and that’s beautiful and sweet. Also, their “shared custody” of Alex is hilarious.

Meredith x Callie

How could we have guessed that two people that initially were at each others throats constantly would be so close one day? They are absurdly different, and yet so close! The way they support each other’s journeys as mothers, wives and surgeons is a great thing to see. And they have such iconic moments, like the panties in the bulletin board, the trial, and the little kiss!

Meredith x Mark

I’m not gonna lie, I shipped those two very briefly but very intensely when they first met! Then they evolved into a rather sweet friendship. I love to think Mer tells Sofia all sorts of stories she heard through Derek in those first years. When she told Callie that Mark used to call her (not Derek, not Addison, not Derek’s mom, not Bailey, her!) whenever he needed advice or had a crisis in the middle of the night, I teared up a little, because that’s such a huge step from who they began as! From loner and relationship-phobic insecure to parents with loving relationships who could count on each other! My favorite dirty mistresses ever!

And there’s so much more! Meredith and Bailey and how they both grew so much, Meredith and Arizona and how their relationship is underrate, Meredith and Jackson’s sibling-esque relationship, Meredith and April... “I used to think you could only have one person, but now I know. Turns out I have a whole damn village!”.

#meredith grey #mertina #cristina yang #merlex #alex karev #lexie grey #merlexie #callie torres #merllie #meramy #amelia shepherd #merggie #maggie pierce #merk #mark sloan #greys anatomy #grey’s anatomy #mine

[londonsladies]

 —— [ PEYTON ADDERLEY ] is a [ TWENTY-NINE ] year old [ DOG TRAINER ]. They identify as a [ GAY ] and I’ve heard that they’re [ FRIENDLY + LOYAL ] but can also be [ WISHFUL - CLUMSY ]. [ SHE ] has been living in London since [ APRIL 2010 ].

full name: Peyton Adderley nickname(s): Pey, tall gay ™ age: 29 birthplace: Fernhurst, West Sussex gender: Female pronouns: She/her sexuality: Gay af

—— ( spare dog leashes, a grumpy old cat, messy ponytails )

Peyton is the only child of Linda and Gerald Adderley. She was a cherished girl growing, born and raised in the small town of Fernhurst in West Sussex. She knew from a young age that she was gay, but that wasn't something that a girl in a small town really revealed to anyone. But... the redhead as never great at hiding who she was. Her parents suspected that she was gay, but didn't say anything, just let her know she was always loved no matter what.

She grew up with a love of animals, nursing baby birds that fell from the nest, coaxing chipmunks to eat from her hand, befriending the fawn that was born near their yard. When she was ten, her parents got her a puppy, and it was love at first sight. And, without knowing it, Peyton had found her future career. She soon had her puppy doing every trick in the book, plus plenty she'd come up with on her own. She was only twelve when she started dog walking for other people in town, fourteen when that extended to offering dog training for people.

School was easy enough for Peyton. Her grades were good, she had a decent amount of friends. Of course, with puberty came a few added complications. Crushes on girls that didn't go unnoticed by some of the boys in her year. She was teased occasionally, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle, taking it in stride.

Her first kiss was to Molly Wilkins, behind the church one Sunday when they both should have been in the service. Peyton dated a few girls from her school after that - though most of them were simply experimenting. Not that Peyton minded all that much. Her own feelings were genuine, but she was only a teenager, it wasn't like she expected it to be true love.

When she was nineteen, she took the leap of moving to London. Sure, the city was only an hour and a half from home, but it still felt like a big jump, to move out on her own. But she took a job handling dogs at a boarding kennel, and got herself a small shared apartment.

Not long after she'd moved to London, she met Davina. They two fell in love almost instantly, the pair caught up in a whirlwind of a romance. They spent most of their time laughing, sharing whispered secrets to each other, and patting all the animals. The pair moved in together after only three months of dating, and within a year they were married. Their honeymoon present was going to the shelter, where the pair fell in love with the weirdest kitten in the place. The staff had been calling him Boots, but the pair decided he looked like a Kevin, taking him home the same day, showering him with cat toys. Toys he had very little interest in. He developed a strange affection for fleece blankets, and clothes of the color red, which he would steal and hoard in his bed.

But the love wasn't to last --- between Davina and Peyton. The love between Kevin and the lesbian pair was as strong as ever. They'd married too young, on impulse, and it wasn't meant to be. They both struggled with that for several months, neither of them willing to bring up the subject of separating, if only for the fact they knew there would be a fight over who would get Kevin. But eventually, they couldn't hold it together, and divorce papers were signed barely eighteen months after the married certificate. Peyton was upset, of course. The passion and excitement they'd first shared was gone, and she missed that. But she knew they'd made a mistake in getting married, and neither of them were happy. It was for the best. Custody of Kevin was agreed to be shared, which is probably the only reason the two still see each other. Peyton would be willing to be friends with Davina, but she knows the other woman is slightly more bitter about things than herself.

After the divorce, Peyton enrolled in an official dog training course, taking nearly a year of formal canine training education before starting a job with a dog training company. It was there she learned about an opportunity opening up training police dogs, and she quickly applied. When she learned she was successful, it was like a new chapter of her life. The kennel where she worked trained dogs for everything from bite work, to narcotics detection, to general life skills. Peyton can sometimes be seen around London with a dog at her hip, practicing being out in the city, either socializing or ignoring distractions.

Peyton has dated a few people since Davina, but she still hopes to find someone to share her life with. She’s a romantic like that. 

[pennywaltzy]

Neither Living Dead Nor Fully Living (1/15)

This is another fic that was requested by @strangelock221b for the Moran/Molly ship, which is a combination bakery AU and supernatural AU. I finished this one pretty quickly into the big bang so I hope you all enjoy it!

Neither Living Dead Nor Fully Living - When Sebastian Moran inherits a building, a business and a servant from James Moriarty, he tries to live as normal a life as he can. But when Molly Hooper does the unthinkable and falls in love with him, he finds himself fighting a battle he'd never imagined he'd be in.

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“Just because the undead has to have blood to survive doesn’t mean they aren’t caffeine addicts still.”

He looked over the perimeter of the small cafe, knowing his mother, God rest her soul, would be amused if she caught sight of what this former lieutenant was up to these days. Not killing for profit, no...now he was brewing lattes and macchiatos spiked with all sorts of things he’d never dream of ingesting himself to the undead and then some. Jim had tried long and hard to get him to allow himself to be turned but a life of immortality just didn’t appeal to the soldier in him. Knowing there was an end, however messy it was...he rather liked that.

At least Jim had enjoyed having his own personal donor, for whatever he was craving at the moment. Being the boss’s right-hand man and unmentioned pet had had its perks.

Like this place, one of the few legitimate businesses he had run, left to him in Jim’s will with a sizeable fortune to boot. Jim had known he’d be bored stiff if he just had the money. He needed something to do.

And at least an honest living was better than not living at all.

Before dusk, the cafe catered to the humans and sometimes the Other Folk. At night, there was a new clientele. He was lucky he had a loft upstairs for when he absolutely had to sleep. And even luckier still he had a vampire hybrid waitress who never needed sleep to hold down the fort when he wasn’t there in person.

Molly had been...a toy, for lack of a better term. Jim had found her useful, since unlike most vampires she could walk in the sun, had little of the side effects that most vampires did, and didn’t rely on a steady diet of donors, preferring BloodOxy to anything real. He had no idea if she actually liked the taste of the stuff, but one can of blood substitute a day and she was full of energy and didn’t need anything else.

Though she could bake. The humans, even the more prejudiced ones, could stand a hybrid with amazing baking skills.

He had no idea what her history was, how she came to be or anything like that. All he knew was that Jim had given him “custody” of her in the will and she was whip-smart, warm and a natural with all types of customers. He’d tried to say she didn’t need to stay if she wanted to go but she said he had custody and she had to stay until he died.

He was betting she was part fae of some sort. Maybe distant Brownie? Stranger things had happened, after all. But he liked having her around all the same.

“Don’t you want to do something else other than stay here all damn day?” he asked as he watched her bend over to take a batch of scones out of the oven. What little time she spent alone she spent in the cottage behind the cafe, filled with the most brilliant flowers he’d ever seen in her garden and some very old trees surrounding her place. They hadn’t been there when they’d opened but now, a year later, he couldn’t imagine her little abode looking just the way it did.

“Nope,” she said, popping the p a little in her reply. “I like working. It’s better than sleeping.”

“I suppose that’s true,” he said, watching her take the baking sheet out without oven mitts. She had to have some sort of magic coursing through her veins because even thousand-year-old vampires could burn themselves on an oven if they weren’t careful.

“And besides, you need a keeper, Mr. ‘I Know Shite About Taking Care Of Myself’ Moran,” she said with a wide smile.

“I do not need a keeper,” he grumbled, flushing slightly. Damn it all, if she didn’t flirt with him every chance she got he would think the world was ending. Not that she was serious. She’d never been serious about anyone who flitted in and out of her path, as far as he knew. Not even Jim.

She had been the one to put a stop to his foolishness with that Holmes bloke.

Hell, she might actually carry a torch for Holmes, which made him feel as inadequate as possible. Holmes was an arse, but he was something different, just like Molly.

Maybe they were suited, but he didn’t like thinking about it.

He noticed the smell coming closer and he shook his head, paying attention to Molly. For a creature of the night, she sure did like her bright colours and floral patterns. The cut of her trousers accentuated the curves she had, and her hair was pulled back into a messy bun which left her neck tantalizingly bare, with the exceptions of a few stray brown tendrils. He felt his own trousers get uncomfortably tighter as she got close.

“Try one,” she said, indicating the scones. “New recipe. Cinnamon and pear.”

“Too hot,” he pointed out.

She picked one up off the tray and then blew on it, and he knew the minute she handed it to him it’d be just the perfect temperature. All her food was, and her coffee was perfectly brewed and made exactly how every customer wanted it, even if they hadn’t placed their order yet.

Yes. Definitely fae of some sort.

He took a bite and had to admit, this was a winning combination. “Small batch?” he asked around a mouthful.

“For today. If they sell well we can make it a spring special.” She smiled and then reached up and brushed a crumb from the corner of his mouth. “Or I can just make them for you.”

“Sell ‘em. They’re amazing,” he said.

Her grin widened. “Then spring special it is.” She turned away and began removing the rest from the baking sheet, blowing on each one, humming something to herself. He would stay and watch if he could, but coffee wasn’t going to serve itself if he didn’t go back out there.

After all, he had a business to run and roofs to keep over their heads.

#sherlock #sebolly #mollan #moran x molly #fanfic #fanfiction #sebastian moran #molly hooper #Multipart: Neither Living Dead Nor Fully Living #queuel beans

[multi-goodness]

The One that got Away

I haven’t wrote a story where Brettonio is broken up in a while, so here it is. Actually it isn’t a Brettonio story at all. A story between Matt and Antonio. It is based on the Chicago Fire finale just before Matt is trapped in the fire :) I truly wish Matt and Antonio would have scenes more cause I love their friendship :) :) Enjoy!

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Although Antonio took the state’s investigator job to work less hours, most of the time he stayed at the office late because he needed something to distract himself from his break up with Sylvie.

As soon as he walked inside his apartment, he was hit with flashbacks of Sylvie. He sighed as he walked into the kitchen and headed to the refrigerator.

He opened the door and took out a beer. As he twisted off the cap, he thought about Sylvie.

They both agreed to ‘check in’ when his life settled down and for the most part it did. But since too much time has passed, he figured he lost his chance.

He heard a knock on his door and thought it was Gabby. Since their father was staying with her and Matt, he assumed she would need a place to hide soon. He walked into the living room and headed for the door.

As he answered the door he was surprised to see Matt on the other side.

“Hey.” Matt said as he held up a 6-pack of beer. “I need an escape.” He admitted.

Antonio chuckled and he nodded his head. He moved to the side to let him in. “And here I thought Gabby would be the one coming here to hide.”

Matt shook his head. “Are you kidding me? I think if Gabby had it her way, he’ll never leave.”

Antonio was kind of surprised when he first heard that Gabby let him move in with them. She took the divorce harder than he did. He obviously wasn’t happy finding out they were getting divorced, but he felt like if he knew before the party, he wouldn’t have gotten mad. He only wanted to hit his dad for disrespecting his mother. He, of all people knew divorce could happen even if two people still loved each other.

“You know how Gabby is when it comes to family.” He said as his thoughts trailed back when he got shot in vice. If it wasn’t for Gabby, he most likely would have bled in the hospital parking lot. But she ran and flagged down an ambulance. And even though that was enough for him, she risked her life to bring the person responsible for shooting him.

“Normally, yes. But I think it’s deeper than that. Even deeper than your father.” Matt admitted as he sat down on the couch.

“Like what?” Antonio demanded. He felt bad because since he broke up with Sylvie, he didn’t talk to Gabby much.

In the first week, she was stopping by to check on him but then he pleaded with her that he was fine. Now he just sends her a few texts a day letting her know that he wasn’t isolating himself like he did when he and Laura divorced.

“It’s just—- ever since we lost Louie, she tries to distract herself with things. Sometimes I feel like it’s because she doesn’t want to think about the pain. But then—I don’t know.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“So you feel like she only wants my padre there to forget the pain— or at least not think about it?”

He nodded his head. “I guess I’m no better though. I distracted myself helping out an old friend and now I’m focusing on politics stuff.”

“Hey, at least it’s healthy things though.” Antonio pointed out. “Except when Gabby tried to play detective.”

When Antonio found out what Gabby was doing or well did, he yelled at her and got her to promise that if she needed help with any cases, that she needed to come to him. He wasn’t sure if she would keep her promise but he was holding her to it.

“That definitely wasn’t healthy. But that’s Gabby.” Matt said as he thought about Gabby then he turned his attention to Antonio. “How about you though?”

“What about me?” He asked puzzled as he picked up the remote and turned on the television.

“Are you doing healthy things to keep your mind off of Sylvie?” He asked. Normally he kept out of people’s relationships, but figured he should ask since Gabby was going to ask and want to know how her brother is really doing.

“Why would I need to do anything to keep my mind off of Sylvie?” He asked. “We tried our best and it didn’t work out. Just like I thought it wouldn't.”

“Do you think—-and please don’t yell at me when I ask this—- but do you think you gave up easily? You just said it didn’t work out like you thought. You can’t be in a relationship and have doubts because when something small pops up, you’ll run away out of fear.”

If he didn’t respect Matt or if he wasn’t married to his sister, he would have either punched him or told him off. He was doing so well not thinking of that question. It was a question he thought of often. He let his fear get the best of him. Laura couldn’t handle his job, how could he expect Sylvie to handle his job and his crazy ex-wife?

He nodded his head slowly. “Maybe. But Sylvie deserves better than what I can give her. She deserves someone who can make her their entire world. She deserves someone who doesn’t have a crazy ex-wife who’ll pop up at her job and embarrassed her.”

“You loved her.” Matt observed as he watched him talk about Sylvie. With such sadness but also with admiration.

“Maybe.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I always thought I would think of Laura as the one who got away. But I think it’s Sylvie now.”

“You know, when people talk about the person that got away it’s because they didn’t fight for them. You still have a chance with Sylvie.”

“I don’t.” Antonio argued. “Nothing in my life changed. I am still in a custody situation with Laura, she’s still as crazy as ever and my job may have settled but let’s face it, I’m always going to busy with work. She deserves better.”

Matt looked at him and although he wanted to talk to him more about this, he could see the pain in his eyes. He could also see that while he was saying these things, he didn’t believe it. “Okay, let’s talk about something else. But before we do, I’m just going to say this one thing, you need to talk to Sylvie. It seems like you made the decision for her and that isn’t fair. You may think you’re protecting her, but you aren’t. You are only causing both of you pain that is unnecessary.” He stayed silent for a few minutes as Antonio flipped on a game. It wasn’t anyone they cared about but this was better than being home while Ramona ate all his food and was demanding things.

“So, how bad is my padre?” Antonio asked. He knew Matt didn’t come over here to discuss his love life.

“I don’t think he would be so bad if he wasn’t demanding things and if he also tried to look for a job.”

“I can help with that.”

“I think you shouldn’t go anywhere near Ramona.” Matt said knowing the last time they saw each other, Antonio was ready to kill him.

“That was months ago and my ma, she’s fine. At the time everyone’s emotions were high.” Antonio said. “But he’ll listen to me.”

“What are you going to do? Ask him to come stay here?” Matt asked. Antonio shook his head. “Oh no. There are only two people who can demand me what to get to eat and that’s my kids. It’s kind of my job to listen to their demands.” He said with a smile. “ But maybe I can get him to look for a job. He can’t depend on you a d Gabby for the rest of his life.”

“Before you do that, maybe you should talk to Gabby. But good luck. I’m telling you, this isn’t good for newlyweds to deal with.” “You guys will be fine. Gabby has her limits. You know this, but with family, sometimes her limits are higher.” Antonio said.

Matt nodded his head. “Wanna order a pizza? I’m starving.”

Antonio nodded his head. “Sure. Does Gabby even know you’re here?” He asked.

“No. But that’s because she’s working at Molly’s tonight. I’ll go there in a few hours to keep her company.” If he stopped by now, he wouldn’t be able to talk to Gabby anyway since it was always packed at this time. “Unless you wanna stop by now?” He asked.

Antonio nodded his head. The thought that he could glance at Sylvie for a few hours made him excited, although he wouldn’t admit that. He was a man after all. “Sure.”

#Brettonio #a little bit anyway #Antonio Dawson #Sylvie Brett #Matt Casey #sorry if my Matt sounds OOC #this is just the type of friendship I wish they'd have :)

[mousedetective]

Mood Swings? (A “24/7″ Story)

And the last one I have written so far. ::wipes brow:: This is another one inspired by @sincerelydayyy‘s amazing headcanons ("Sherlock trying his best when Molly is pregnant and getting irritable. Doing everything he can to not make her upset even when she cries over nothing.") that was claimed by the anonymous claimant and @stlgeekgirl. Enjoy!

Mood Swings? - Sherlock comes home to Molly sniffling while lying on their bed, and he isn’t sure if it’s mood swings again. When he finds out it isn’t, they talk about the blasted things a bit.

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He had decided, long ago, there was no sound in the world he hated more than to hear Molly cry. The first time he had heard her cry it had been muffled sobs coming from the supply room next to the path lab. He had not known the how or the why over why she was crying, and he had told himself he should not care, but the sound had made a sliver of his ice-covered heart melt.

That evening, a strategically placed tabby kitten had found its way outside her flat. He’d damn near tried to tether the animal that would come to be known as Toby in place for fear he would bolt at every horn honk or loud shout, but Molly was there soon enough, her eyes still red-rimmed from her day of trying and failing to hide tears, wide as she saw the scared kitten on her doorstep in need of a home.

That was when he knew the petite pathologist would have a place in his life no other would occupy whether he liked it or not.

He tried his best to deny it. He tried his best to ignore her attempts to ask for a coffee date, brushing it off with a brusque “black, two sugars” even though her coffee was worse than radioactive sludge. He knew she made it with the same strength the men in the military did. Not the doctors like John who needed actual drinkable coffee, but the front line soldiers, the one who saw the true horrors and drank to stay awake on rainy fields to make it home to rainy England. He had deduced long ago about her past, her father being a war veteran. There were little things that gave it away, but the coffee had been the big clue. No human who had better options would drink the sludge.

And yet each cup she handed to him, he dutifully drank. All of it, every drop, every time.

When he started brewing his own coffee that way, John nearly killed him but...he’d grown used to it.

Just as he’d grown used to Molly and all her quirks and foibles and damn it all, despite himself, he fell in love with her.

And it had all started over a cry in the supply closet.

And normally he would never regret it, not for a moment, but this? The constant crying at the drop of a hat? He just wanted her to be happy. To smile. To even laugh sometimes. If this was what pregnancy was going to do to her one child would be enough. No more were needed. Son or daughter, it didn’t matter, give him back her beautiful radiant smile and clear sparkling laugh please.

She was sniffling as she curled up in bed today and he was almost at a loss as to what to do. He had checked for the now slightly obese tabby and he was alive, he wasn’t ill, and he was content to lie in a patch of sunlight on the carpeted floor. There had been no urgent call for a medical emergency so he hoped, he prayed, she hadn’t lost the child. And it wasn’t the anniversary of her father’s death.

So he didn’t know what had set her off this time, aside from hormones.

“Molly?” he asked, keeping his voice gentle. He would never get angry over this because even he knew it was temporary. In a few months, barring postpartum depression, she would be herself again. Should she have that...they would deal with it together. They would make it through. He would be her rock and care for himself elsewhere.

But care for her and the baby first. That was his job now.

She lifted her head up and he saw that she didn’t look sad. It appeared to be...something else. She sneezed and then shut her eyes again. “I bet you thought it was those damnable hormones,” she said, giving a soft chuckle. “Just allergies.”

He gave a slight sigh of relief and went to the bed, rubbing her back. “Is there anything you can take?” he asked.

She nodded. “My doctor gave me something to try but it put me to sleep. Apparently, that didn’t stop the sniffling.” She moved over and he stretched out next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and rubbing her belly. “Oh, I can’t wait till the blasted mood swings go away. I know you try so hard to tiptoe around me but it must be hard.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” he said, pressing a kiss in her hair.

“But I’m constantly irritable, and I snap, and it’s just...this is not me!”

“This is pregnant you,” he said. “And pregnant you is a tiny little terror sometimes.”

She snorted at that. “Oh, lovely imagery there, Sherlock.”

“Well, let me finish,” he replied. “You are. I never know whether you’re going to yell or cry and it’s hard to deal with. But I know it’s temporary. Or I hope it is. Realistically I know it could not be. But I will endure anything to have you and our child in my life.”

“You say that but what if I toss something at you, like a hairbrush?” she asked.

“I’ll dodge it.”

“A book?”

“If it’s paperback I’ll still love you. Hardcover...there may be talk of a night on the sofa.”

She turned and gave him a smile. “A skillet?”

“Non-stick or cast iron?”

“There’s a difference?”

“Non-stick I may be able to survive getting hit by,” he said. “With your aim, getting hit by a cast iron skillet may make you an incarcerated single parent before the baby is born. Mycroft will fight you for custody. He’ll win, and our child will become the most intolerable thing ever.”

“What?” Molly asked with a giggle.

“A bureaucrat.”

Molly laughed louder this time, and then placed a hand on Sherlock’s chest. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You do,” he said. “It’s the other way around. Always has been.”

“Let’s agree to disagree, shall we?” she said. She lifted her head up and Sherlock shifted onto his back for her to rest her head on his chest. “I feel like taking a nap.”

“Then I’ll be your pillow for the time being,” he said, running his fingers along her arm. Mood swings or not, he realized, there was nothing else he would rather have in the world than this woman by his side.

#Sherlock #sherlolly #mollock #sherlock holmes #Molly Hooper #my au: 24/7 #fanfiction #fanfic #sincerelydayyy #stlgeekgirl #Anon #anonymous

[theconservativebrief]

Does the new policy mean the release of children and parents from custody or the expansion of family detentions? …

(Jazmine Ulloa, Sarah D. Wire and Eliza Fawcett, Los Angeles Times) WASHINGTON — Activists went without food near the border in Texas, protesters banged pots outside an immigration agency office in Washington, and Congress prepared to go on break after rejecting a potential fix as the saga of migrant children in federal custody dragged on Wednesday for another day without resolution.

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A day after a federal judge in San Diego ordered the Trump administration to reunite 2,042 migrant children taken from their parents and put into detention facilities at the border, no plan for bringing the families back together had emerged and the administration still had a chance to appeal the ruling.

U.S. District Judge Dana Sabraw’s preliminary injunction requires children younger than 5 to be reunited with their parents within 14 days, and older children within 30 days. But along the border, civil rights and immigration lawyers struggled to understand whether that would mean the release of children and parents from custody or the expansion of family detentions.

In court, a government lawyer said Department of Health and Human Services officials, who are tasked with placing the children in shelters across the country, were working to comply with the judge’s order. But the department did not issue an official statement, while its inspector general’s office announced it would launch a broad review of conditions at shelters to ensure the children are not mistreated or abused.

Devin O’Malley, a Justice Department spokesman, urged Congress to pass a law so the government could indefinitely detain immigrant parents and children together, rather than in separate facilities, under the Trump administration’s “zero tolerance” policy on people who cross the border illegally. He couched the problem as one of crime, not distraught families.

** MORE BORDER CHILDREN SEPARATION COVERAGE at Liberty Headlines **

“Without this action by Congress, lawlessness at the border will continue, which will only lead to predictable results — more heroin and fentanyl pushed by Mexican cartels plaguing our communities, a surge in MS-13 gang members and an increase in the number of human trafficking prosecutions,” O’Malley said.

But that plea fell flat when the House overwhelmingly defeated, by a vote of 121-301, an ambitious immigration bill that would have allowed migrant families to be detained together, effectively killing chances for significant immigration legislation this year.

Congress is scheduled to recess after Thursday for a July Fourth holiday that will extend through next week. With the furor over child separations still roiling, many members are expecting angry constituents as they return to their districts to campaign for the November midterm elections.

The continuing confusion and lack of answers evoked emotional responses across the country.

At a park in McAllen, Texas, near the border with Mexico, immigrant advocates celebrated a community fast, in which one person goes without food for 24 hours and passes the fast on to another protester. More than 50 people have participated so far.

Nearly 2,000 miles away, under a downpour in Washington, D.C., about 60 protesters chanted and banged on pots and bowls with metal spoons outside the U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement headquarters.

“Have you heard the recording of the kids crying in detention centers?” yelled Haydi Torres, an organizer with Movimiento Cosecha, an immigrant rights group. “Doesn’t that break your heart?”

Republican leaders weren’t aiming for an immigration fight in an election year, but the emotion-packed issue was thrust upon them when President Donald Trump ordered the end of the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals program last September.

Congress failed to reach a solution by his March deadline, leaving about 800,000 so-called Dreamers — people brought to the country illegally as children — in limbo as the issue makes its way through the courts.

Lawyers and immigrant rights groups say they see the same strategy playing out regarding family separations — a self-inflicted crisis by the White House has become a drawn-out political and legal drama in Washington and a heartache for the families involved.

Trump last week caved to public pressure and signed an executive order that suspended the practice of separating children from parents facing prosecution.

But his directive did so by requiring families be detained together — a move that faces multiple legal challenges in connection with the so-called Flores agreement, a landmark 21-year-old court settlement under which immigrant minors can be detained no longer than 20 days.

At least five lawsuits have been filed against federal immigration agencies since the Trump administration began enforcing its zero tolerance policy along the Southwest border, requiring prosecution of all adults who enter the country illegally for misdemeanor crimes, or felonies in the case of multiple offenses.

The lawsuits have varying legal strategies but all want courts to decide that parents and children should not have been separated and should not be held in family detention while awaiting court dates for misdemeanor charges.

In court filings in Los Angeles and Washington, trauma experts and doctors have detailed the damage that family detention can have on a child’s memory and cognition as well as his or her ability to focus and process information. After dangerous journeys north, they say, children endure additional trauma that could lead to depression, anxiety and developmental delays.

In federal court in Washington on Wednesday, lawyers for three Central American asylum seekers detained in Texas this month said their clients had struggled to obtain basic information about their children from caseworkers, including their location and whether they were sick or injured.

The clients, who are applying for asylum, were not identified to protect their safety. But in declarations handwritten by translators, one mother said she fled violence in Guatemala with her 9-year-old son.

Her son only cried the few times they spoke on the phone since then, she said, “because he is too young and too upset to understand what is happening.”

Another mother said she faced death threats in Guatemala because of her community organizing. She was separated from her three children after they arrived and has talked to them roughly twice a week for 10 minutes at a time.

“Sometimes the telephone says, ‘Your voice is not recognized,’” her translator wrote. “Sometimes the telephone says ‘Your call is disconnected.’”

A father, who was shot in the shoulder in Honduras, said he and his 12-year-old daughter fled when his family received death threats. He said he has not been able to reach her since they were separated at the border.

(Times staff writers Molly Hennessy-Fiske in Port Isabel, Texas, and Ruben Vives in McAllen, Texas, contributed to this report.)

©2018 Los Angeles Times. Distributed by Tribune Content Agency, LLC.

Original Source -> No Fix for Illegal Alien Family ‘Crisis’

via The Conservative Brief

#IFTTT #The Conservative Brief

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How Love Hurts - Chapter 8.3 - by Alinda

“Can’t I really not come with him?” Draco asks Hermione for the hundred time since the court adjourned for the day. Harry has no idea how long he was questioned, first by Marion who tricked him to speak up about the abuse. She made him recall fights he rather forgets. She even got him to tell about the weekend that he cheated on Ginny with Draco, how he had tried to convince Ginny to make time for their marriage, to reconnect so he could forget the feelings that were boiling inside him. He told the entire courtroom how she had hexed him and left without saying another word and how that was the final push out of the door. And then he told them all how Draco had told him to go back to his wife and family, how even though he loved him he wasn’t willing to be the person that destroyed a marriage. It was Harry who made the decision to leave Ginny and pursue a life with Draco, not the other way around.

And once that was done, Ginny’s lawyer had tried to twist all his words, make it sound like Harry was the one who always started the fights. Harry had struggled to answer his questions. The man was harsh and unconsidered of Harry’s pain. Surely if Ginny was really that awful woman Harry made her out to be, Harry would have spoken up during the custody hearing. Harry had tried to explain that he hadn’t said anything back then because he believed he had deserved it, that Ginny was not to blame for the pain she caused him.

“No Draco, you can’t. The judge was really clear on it. Those kids still need to testify tomorrow and it’s already a big deal Harry gets to talk to them now.”

“So it will be just me and the kids?” Harry asks. It will be hard to tell them without Draco there to support him, but he has to do it. He can’t have them hear it from someone else. Or read it in the papers that are sure to come out with a special evening edition to break the news of how Harry Potter, the Saviour of the Wizarding World, was the victim of domestic abuse.

“Ginny’s lawyer will be there and Marion,” Hermione answers.

“Why does that arsehole need to be there, this is something between Harry and the children,” Draco snaps.

“Draco, I understand why you feel that way, but they want to make sure Harry doesn’t put words in their mouths for tomorrow.”

Harry shakes his head and takes Draco’s hand in his. “I don’t want him there, Hermione. I don’t want him to be able to twist my words.”

“They are not allowed to intervene as long as you don’t bring up Christmas eve or ask them about what they know about it all. Marion is prepping the kids as we speak, so they understand that they can only listen and not talk about the time you had no custody rights.”

“Can you come with me? I’m going to need a friendly face with me,” Harry asks. His hands are sweaty and he wants to run away and hide in his bedroom for the rest of the week until this awful trial is over. And maybe even longer than that, until the world forgets who he is and that he let his wife hex him on a regular basis.

“I’m sure they won’t make a problem about that. I’ve been in contact with both you and the kids this entire time, and I haven’t just been summoned to testify, as Draco has.”

“Yes, I still don’t understand why they want me on that stand. I wasn’t even in the country when it happened,” Draco complains. “At least tell me I’m first before the children have to testify. I would hate to not be there for them.”

“I think you are, Marion said something about getting the idea of you making a love potion to make Harry fall in love with you out of the way as soon as possible. So I think you’re up first thing tomorrow morning.”

Draco nods and Harry squeezes his hand. He’s glad Marion only decided to get Draco on that stand after Ginny’s lawyer wouldn’t stop talking about how Draco manipulated Harry into leaving his wife and kids. Harry had tried to explain it wasn’t like that, but Marion believes that Draco’s testimony will help.

“Are you ready, Harry?” Hermione asks. Harry nods, he turns to Draco and gives him a kiss. They smile at each other while Harry steps backwards to follow Hermione to the room where his kids are waiting. Only when the distance becomes too far they both let go of each other's hand.

“I’ll be waiting for you right outside that door when your done,” Draco says before Harry turns around and walks the last steps to the door that Hermione holds open. As soon as he’s through the door three teenagers are on him. They all tell him how much they missed him and how happy they are that he’s doing so much better and so on. Harry hugs all of them and then sits them down around the table. Hermione sits down too while Marion and Ginny’s lawyer stand somewhere to the side. Harry tries not to look at them and focus on his kids in front of him and the horrible truth he’ll have to tell them now.

“Dad, Marion said you needed to tell us something important,” James says.

“If it’s that you’re bisexual and engaged to Draco, don’t worry, we already know,” Lily chips in. Both James and Albus look at her with wide eyes.

“What do you mean engaged? Dad is not engaged with Draco, I’m sure he would have told us already,” Albus says.

Harry struggles not to laugh. Of course Lily had already figured it out. She had played with the ring on Harry’s finger when they had stopped by that first weekend Harry was out of the hospital.

“Haven’t you noticed the ring on his finger? And I told papa he should marry dad.”

“Is this true?” James asks. He looks hopeful and nervous. “Is this what you wanted to tell us.”

Harry smiles at his kids and shakes his head. “Yes, I am engaged with Draco,” Harry starts.

“NO WAY, Scorp and I are going to be real brothers. Dad, this is so cool,” Albus shouts.

“Congrats dad,” James says with a shy smile.

“But it’s not why I needed to talk to you all tonight,” Harry continues. “It’s something I had to tell when I gave my testimony today. I didn’t want to at first but I did in the end and it will be in the papers and people will talk about it and I wanted you all to hear it from me.”

Harry lays his hands on the table and looks at them. He doesn’t really want to do this, he knows it will break his kids’ hearts. But when one by one his kids lay their hand on top of his he finds the courage to look them in the eyes and tell them why he really left Ginny.

“Your mother, when we would fight, she sometimes would hurt me. And not just because her words were hurtful. She would raise her wand and hex me. All the scars on my back, well most of them are there because of what she did.”

“Mommy hurt you, as she did on Christmas eve?” Lily asks.

“You can’t answer that,” Ginny’s lawyer booms over the room.

“He knows,” Hermione says. “Lily, remember what Marion told you, you can’t talk about Christmas eve right now.”

Lily nods her head. “I just don’t understand what daddy means. Mommy wouldn’t hurt him like that, would she?”

“We’ll talk about it later, okay,” Hermione tells her. “After you tell your story tomorrow I’ll make sure you can talk to your dad again and he can explain it even better. He’s just not allowed to say that much about it right now.”

Lily nods her head and moves to sit on Harry’s lap. “I love you, daddy,” she says. Harry hugs her and tells her he loves her too. Then he looks up to his two sons on the other side of the table. Tears slowly travel over Albus’ cheeks and James looks at his hands on the table.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you before,” Harry says. He keeps his eyes on Albus and James.

“How long? I know it was bad in the end, but when did it start?” James asks without looking up.

“When you were just a little baby,” Harry says. Ginny’s lawyer opens his mouth again, but Hermione shuts him up with telling him it will be in the papers tonight anyway.

James looks up and his hand reaches for Harry’s again. Harry takes it and squeezes.

“You said the scars were from your work,” Albus chips in.

“I know, I’m sorry I lied. I didn’t want you to hate your mother,” Harry tells him. Albus nods and lets James hug him while he cries. Harry can’t believe how calm James is.

“Did you know?” Harry asks him. James nods and squeezes Harry’s hand. “I’m sorry,” Harry says again.

“Why didn’t you leave sooner?” James asks. “Why did you let her?”

Harry shakes his head. He can’t do this here, without Draco and with Marion and Ginny’s lawyer in the room. Tears stream down his face.

“Daddy, you’re shaking,” Lily says. Her hand cups his face and she wipes some of the tears away. Harry kisses her hair and tries to smile at his kids.

“You’ll tell me later? When you’re ready,” James says. Harry nods and that seems to be enough.

They sit for a little while in silence and then it’s time to say goodbye. Harry hates that he needs to get up and leave his kids alone again. He knows that Molly is taking good care of them and that they are safe. Only it still feels wrong to drop this bomb on them and then leave them. With pain in his heart, he hugs them one by one and then walks out of the room with Hermione. Draco has his arms around Harry as soon as the door is closed. Harry burrows his face in Draco’s shoulder and lets the tears fall.

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Different Types of Liability in a Restaurant or Bar

Running or owning a restaurant can be a really fun experience. It can also take up a lot of your time and require your full responsibility. Not only for your actions, but the actions of others.  If you run a restaurant or plan to buy one in the future here are a few liabilities you will want to consider.

DUIs

One of the most common types of liability in a bar or restaurant are those that revolve around DUIs.  Somewhere around 30% of the traffic fatalities that happen each year are due to DUIs.  But, don’t think that regular automobiles like cars and trucks are the only thing to look out for.  If you have an establishment, for example, in the mountains that allows snowmobile drivers or people on ski-lifts to get off and come in your restaurant, these people are also a liability.

Make sure that you purchase a Liquor Liability Policy if you plan on having liquor or alcohol in your establishment.

Activity Hazards

At first thought, you might not be able to think of any activity hazards that might happen in your establishment. But, here are a few to get your brain moving:

– Mechanical Bulls – Falling from Chairs – Bar Fights – Burns from the bartenders flaming alcohol trick – Making bananas foster or other food items in front of tables

These hazards aren’t just for your patrons either. They cover your employees as well.  In order to properly be covered for Activity Hazards in your establishment, you need to write down exactly the types of risks involved and put them on your insurance application so that the agent can give you the right amount and type of coverage.

Missing Exit Zone

If you do not have an exit zone in your establishment OR you do but the light on the sign is broken or out, you could be asking to get sued not only by anyone in your establishment that might get hurt because of an emergency, but  family members of anyone who is killed in the event of an emergency.  This light should always be on and should never be blocked.

Flammable Decorations

In the same way, you need to recognize possible injury for activity hazards, you also need to recognize the possibility of flammable decorations and injuries as well.  Burns are painful, but they also can disfigure a person so not only would you be paying for an individual’s medical treatment, but also pain and suffering which can be incredibly high.

Decorations such as Tiki torches are a great example of flammable decorations.  They look great, they might add to the atmosphere or theme of your establishment, but is that really worth possibly injuring someone and then, in turn, getting sued for it?

Probably not.  Tiki torches aren’t the only flammable decorations, so are outdoor heaters, fireplaces, Chinese lanterns, etc.

When looking for insurance for your establishment, make sure they have loss control inspections.  This enables a Risk Management professional to come in and tell you which areas or processes in your building might be problematic.

Essentially they are your go-to person for figuring out what items, activities, or even food items in your establishment carry the most risk.  (i.e., a mechanical bull.  It may seem like a fun thing to put into a bar, but without the proper insurance and proper forms for your patrons to sign, you could be in big trouble if someone gets injured.)

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Establishing Legal Paternity in Utah for Child Support

Because I am a lawyer in Utah, I’m often asked about issues with child custody and child support. When it comes to child support in Utah, both parents are responsible for ensuring their child has sufficient funds. It becomes a more complicated matter if legal paternity is not established, even if the biological father is known.

Despite being the biological father, without official paternal establishment, a man does not have the legal rights or responsibilities of being a father. These include custody, visitation and child support. In order to establish the rights of the father, there is a formal application process for legal paternity. This typically requires submitting some paperwork and might also include a DNA paternity test, depending on the support of the mother.

According to Paternity Matters, in Utah, the definition of paternity includes the legal recognition of the father. The state, the child, the mother or the biological father might initiate this process. It is typically done through submitting the Voluntary Declaration of Paternity, which is issued by the Department of Health, Office of Vital Records and Statistics. It is provided free of service at the birth of the child, but can be submitted at any time after the birth for a fee.

For this to be done, both parents must hear a message or watch a movie, read the official legal notice and then sign the document with witnesses. This establishes legal paternity, which also adds the father’s name to the child’s birth certificate. After this document is submitted, the legal father will be responsible for child support, so the mother has the right to file an order.

Paternity establishment typically occurs when a woman is unmarried, since for married women, the paternity is assumed to belong to the husband. If this is not the case, then a Utah Voluntary Declaration of Paternity or some other legal order provides the paternity rights to the biological father rather than the husband. This information is intended to educate only and should not be considered legal advice.

COLLABORATIVE LAW WELL-SUITED FOR MATURE DIVORCES

Because couples experience so many different fond memories and difficult times together, no two Utah marriages are the same. And because of that, every divorce is also unique. As it turns out, collaborative divorce may be particularly fitting for one specific demographic of couples across the country since the group is faced with several unique opportunities and challenges during the divorce process.

Since collaborative divorce incorporates several legal and financial resources into the process, relying on the valuable insight of figures like financial advisors and experienced family law attorneys to help divorcing parties come to a mutual agreement on their own, it’s an effective option for couples seeking a divorce after many years of marriage. The number of long-term married couples filing for divorce has increased considerably in recent years, and many of which do so because they feel disconnected from one another after their children leave home. As a result, these couples do not experience many of the issues that contribute to other divorces and divorce disputes.

Despite the fact that older couples in the midst of divorce proceedings may not typically come across such issues as child custody and/or support arrangements, they may encounter concerns over factors like spousal support. Alimony is often considered in cases where one party relied on the financial support of the other, but such arrangements are often temporary. Therefore, it is in the best interest of individuals to think about how their collaborative divorce may affect their financial situation.

Given that so many people are living full and productive lives well into their later years, it’s important that sound legal counsel is obtained to help ensure that those seeking divorce after decades of marriage come to a fair and reasonable agreement.

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