#Mr Barron x Reader

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My little love

Chapter 25

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: gun use, angst!!!!!, sad Lottie 🥺, crying Bucky 😭, talk of sexual assault, little bit of fluff.

A/N: im really doing everything in my power to make this series last as long as possible 😂. I just love them I never want to stop writing for the Barnes family!! Anyways I made myself sad writing the second half of this so yeah…

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The music thumped along and pushed people to dance either on or off the dance floor. Strobe lights blinking in different colors cast shadows across the room. You wore a black dress that hugged your curves in all the right places with a slit up the skirt, leaving little to the imagination. With your own abilities you added your metals to the dress in decorative chains.

You moved freely to the rhythm of the song that was playing while Sam was in front of you with his hands on your waist. He pulled you in closer as you wrapped your hands around his neck. Sam dipped his head so that you could hear him over the music.

“Let’s move to somewhere more quiet.” He says as his eyes dart behind you and he gives a little nod.

You give a nod of your own before his hand falls to the small of your back and he’s leading you to the vip section.

****

Sam’s hand stayed firmly on your thigh, skin in skin as the slit on your skirt exposed more of the area once you crossed one leg over the other. The contrast from the main floor to the vip section was incredible. It obviously was empty with the exception of you, Sam and a group of about five men. It was a lot more quiet. In fact it was a perfect place for an arms deal.

The men sitting across from you kept their eyes on your chest or thigh and they stared at you as if you were nothing more than a piece of meat. You ignored it however and kept your attention focused on the deal Sam was working on. While he sat up straight, partly due to the suit he was wearing, you sat back and kept a hand on his shoulder. It was meant to look like a loving caress from one lover to another. That was the cover.

“5 million is cheap if you consider that the weapons were made with alien technology.” The leader of the group, Paul, said. He was tall and slender, almost creepily so. His hair was jet black and greasy and it stuck to his cheeks since it fell to his shoulders. He also had a subtle Portuguese accent, but it seemed like he was working towards getting rid of it, at least hiding it well enough.

“But 5 million for what, ten guns? And they’re not even the full gun they were, what did you say?”

“Re-engineered.” You provide, causing Paul to throw you a deadly glare.

“I’m willing to do the 5 million but I need at least 15 guns and I want a demonstration first.”

“We have a video we can show you right now.” Paul says as he snaps his fingers so that one of the men that was standing around would give him a phone. Sam lifted his hand though, and stopped it.

“I want a live demonstration. Matter of fact I want to shoot the gun myself.”

“Mr. Barron I assure you that everything is in order.”

“I don’t know baby, it seems like they’re trying to con us.” You mutter as you lean forward and rest your chin over Sam’s shoulder.

“Why don’t you stay out of it you nosy bitch.”

“I’d be very careful about how you speak to her.” Sam’s voice is low and steady, it’s a little frightening. The only reason you were undercover was because you both resemble the actual Mr. Barron and his partner. With the help of nano masks you’re able to take their place for this meeting.

“Mr. Barron please, you must understand that women are sensible creatures and while your girl here is absolutely lovely to look at, I’m sure she would much rather be down on the dance floor. Isn’t that right?”

“No it isn’t. But I’m willing to forget your disrespect if you show us the guns and let us try them out.”

Paul scowls in your direction before looking back at Sam. “Fine. I’ll take you to the warehouse myself.”

Sam stands and offers you his hand to help you up. The two of you follow Paul out of the club and into waiting cars. You’re driven through the streets of Portugal until you’ve left the city behind. The car stops in what looks like an abandoned warehouse and the door is opened for you. During the journey you could hear Bucky, Steve, Clint and Nat talking in your ear and making plans.

Although not your favorite footwear for missions you were wearing stilettos. Fortunately for you though Nat had forced you to train with heels for moments such as this. So even though the ground was a mixture of cobblestones and loose dirt you managed to walk around as if you were on a catwalk.

“Right this way.” Paul says as he pounds on a metal rolling door and it begins to slide to the sides.

The warehouse seems abandoned on the outside but the inside is another story. The warehouse is massive and filled with people, machinery and crates filled with guns. You adjust the necklace you were wearing to make sure the small camera was capturing everything.

“Right this way.” Paul sweeps his arm towards another set of doors. This time further into the belly of the building and then down a flight of stairs.

The basement has been transformed into a sort of shooting range. There are large chunks of concrete missing from the walls, from where you assume the gun blasts had hit.

“Here you go.” Paul holds out a rather large and bulky gun for Sam to take.

Sam looks over in your direction and you give a little nod before he takes the gun. He aims and shoots. It’s more like a canon than a gun and if Sam wasn’t as strong as he was he would have been sent flying backwards. Sam gives a nod of approval as he inspects the hun closer.

“Give us the word and we’ll move in.” Steve says over comms.

“Paul, you have yourself a deal.”

Paul gives a satisfied smile to Sam before they shake hands. All the while you can hear the team starting to move. Sam is aware that the team is moving in but you can actually hear them on the floors above. You’re already working your chains into a weapon of your own as the doors at the top of the stairs burst open. The room descends into chaos with all of Paul’s men shooting without looking first. Instinctively your hand goes up as your chains mold into a shield just as bullets rain down on you and Sam. The gunfight is a blur but it ultimately ends with you and Sam taking down everyone in the room.

“Everyone ok down here?” Steve asks as he walks down the stairs.

“We are.”

“Good.” He looks both of you over. “Unfortunately we aren’t done here. Most of the guns were already shipped out. We have to follow it and stop the shipment from arriving at its destination.”

You really didn’t like the idea of being away from the kids so soon after the CIA incident and now you’d be away for a little bit longer.

“How long?”

“Another 12 hours at most.”

You give him a nod and start heading upstairs so that you could change into your actual mission uniform. On the main floor of the warehouse you walk past a group of people that have been arrested. The flashing lights of police cars and ambulances illuminate the area. Clint gives you a thumbs up as you pass by and Nat gives you a little nod. Undercover was not your specialty, it always made you nervous that you would make a mistake. Fortunately this time there wasn’t room for error. The one thing you do notice is the lack of Bucky.

It had only been a few short days since he had to sit with Everett Ross and since then there had been limited contact. On his part, not yours. You weren’t sure what was wrong but the only person that he would say more than one or two words to was Steve. Even then he didn’t say much. You sighed as you climbed up to the jet and grabbed your gear to get changed. By the time you were done everyone was on the jet and ready to go and track down the shipment. Once the jet was in the air you moved to the communication station and called your dad through a secure line. You let him know that you would be gone one more day, fortunately since he was retired he was fine with staying with the kids for longer.

“Mama, when are you coming home? Is daddy coming with you?” Henry asked. That was another issue. You were fine with giving Bucky space but the kids didn’t understand why he was slightly absent.

“Hi my sweet boy. We have to stay out a little longer but I promise when I get home we’ll do something fun.”

“Is daddy going to be here too?”

“I’ll let you ask him.” You turned to find Bucky glaring at Sam for some comment about how much fun he had with you dancing. It was all teasing on Sam’s part but you knew it annoyed Bucky. You hold up the head loser and hand Bucky the and give him an expectant look while he stares at it.

He reluctantly took the headset from you and put it on. “Hey bubs.” He greeted Henry and you walked away to give him some privacy.

“Give him some time. He’ll snap out of it soon enough.”

“I can give him all the time in the world, it’s the kids that don’t understand what’s going on. I wish he would just talk to me, Steve. Even just a little bit. But he just shuts me out everytime I try to make sure he’s ok.”

Steve pats your shoulder and gives you a sympathetic look.

“Let's just focus on the mission so that we can go home.”

“Morning mama.” Lottie whispered. “Mama, habe suwpwise.”

You stirred in bed. By the time the second part of the mission ended and you got home, it was already late at night and the kids were sleeping. After a quick shower you went straight to bed and fell asleep quickly. Now you were being woken up by Lottie’s sweet whisper and her gentle caresses. She placed a soft kiss on your cheek before resting her head on your chest. Your sweet girl always loved to cuddle after being separated due to a long mission.

“Good morning my sweet Angel.”

You’re met with happy blue eyes when you finally open yours. Her chubby cheeks and messy black hair take up all of your attention.

“Hi.” She says with a giggle.

“Hi. Did you say surprise?”

“Can habe it now, mama.” She moves away from you on the bed and you instinctively reach out for Bucky. Sighing sadly when you realize he isn’t there again. The door opens and you turn to see Henry walking in with a bowl in his hands. You’re about to say something to him when you’re splashed with something right on your chest. You gasp at the cold sensation and turn to see Lottie holding a now empty bowl in her hands. When you look down you realize that there is milk and cereal all over you, the bed and Lottie.

“Oh no.” you say when you see Lottie’s bottom lip begin to wobble and tears start falling. She had been a bit more emotional than usual and you’d hate to think it was because she was missing her daddy.

“Sowwy mama.”

“It’s ok sweet Angel, it was just an accident.” You say as you sit up. The mess of milk that hadn’t been soaked up by your shirt rolled off you and fell onto the bed. “Did you guys make me breakfast?”

“Yeah, we wanted to surprise you like on mother’s day.”

“Oh sweet boy, that is so nice of you to do. Is there more cereal?”

Henry nods.

“Ok, how about I jump in the shower and clean myself and Lottie up quickly and then we can have breakfast together?”

“Ok.”

“Kay.” Charlotte sniffled as she put her arms out for you to grab her. Henry carefully walked back out with his breakfast in hand while you and Charlotte cleaned yourselves up.

****

When you walked out to the kitchen you found that three bowls sat on the table along with cereal and milk. Henry sat on one of the chairs patiently waiting for you. You settled Lottie on her booster seat and opened your arms for Henry.

“Thank you for breakfast bub, that was very sweet of you.”

“You’re welcome.”

You take your seat and Henry insists on pouring everything and setting it in front of you. He gives you a genuine smile, one of the few he has given since the CIA broke in.

“You both are so sweet for making me breakfast. Where did you come up with the idea?”

Henry shrugs one shoulder. “We wanted to do something nice because you’re sad.”

“Sad?”

“Yeah because daddy isn’t here.”

“Oh, I-uh I-”

“It’s ok mama. He’ll be back soon, I know it.” Henry said confidently before turning his attention back to the food in front of him.

****

After breakfast and watching a movie with the kids you left to look for Bucky. It took a while but you found him in the garage Tony had prepared for him so that he could work on the motorcycle you gifted him for Father’s Day. You lean against the doorway and watch as he tinkers away on the frame. After a few minutes Bucky stops what he’s doing and he finally acknowledges your presence by looking at you.

“How are you?” You ask him. The question is stupid but you aren’t sure if you’ll be met with resistance or not. At the same time you’re also upset because Bucky has shut you out. The tension in the room is palpable. On one hand you want to be gentle but on the other you’re not opposed to an argument.

“Fine.”

“Could have fooled me.”

He averts his gaze back to the job at hand and he turns his back on you while looking for a tool.

“Why are you here?” He asks.

“Because I’m worried about you. The kids miss you.”

You watch as his head lowers at the mention of the kids.

“Henry is confident you’re coming back home soon.” You step into the garage and close the fort behind you. “Is he right in his assumption?”

He stiffens at the mention of his son and you know this is where he’ll shut down on you.

“Bucky, just talk to me. That’s all I want, please don’t shut me out.” You say as you walk closer to him. Your instinct is to reach out and touch him but you know better than that. “I understand that what you went through wasn’t easy-“

“Do you really?” He snaps at you. He’d never done that before but his eyes are dark with rage. “Do you know what it felt like to not have control over your own body?”

“I said I understand. I know that I will never truly know what it felt like. You’re safe now, you’re safe with me, just tell me what’s going on.”

You looked at each other for a while. It was like when he first came to the compound. You sigh and give a little nod in understanding that he wasn’t going to say anything, you turn to leave.

“I wanted to hate her.” He says before you open the door. Bucky turns in your direction but he won’t look at you.

“Who?”

“Charlotte. When you told me she was my daughter, I wanted to hate her.” He admits with a whisper and you know he feels so guilty about it.

“Why didn’t you? Why did you step up to raise her?”

“Because I heard you.”

Your eyebrows furrow as you try to understand what he’s talking about.

“After you told me and I walked out, you went to see Lottie in the med bay. I did too, I wanted to look at her and prove to myself that I didn’t have any paternal feelings towards her but I heard you. You said that I’d come around and that I was just scared but that I was a good man.”

“You are a good man.”

“I’m not!” He shouts. “I did horrible things. I don’t deserve to get the girl and the kids and be happy. The CIA coming in here reminded me of that. Someone will always come after me, after them because of me. So don’t tell me I’m a good man.”

“I guess this will be a point of disagreement for the rest of our lives then.”

“Why do you even think so highly of me?” Bucky whispers.

“The first thing you did for that little girl you wanted to hate was buy her a pink teddy bear in hopes that it would bring her comfort. You didn’t even know you were her father. You’re there for Henry whenever he has a nightmare and you’re willing to spend hours chasing them away. You’ve taken care of me whenever I’ve gotten sick or been hurt during a mission. So despite everything that hydra did to you and made you do, you are good. Nothing will ever change my mind about that.”

You were both silently crying and you wanted nothing more than to hug him but you knew that the interview with Ross had taken a toll on him.

“Can I hug you now?”

Bucky nods and takes you in his arms, holding on to you tightly. Like you’re the only thing that can keep him grounded.

“You can always talk to me. No matter what, I won’t judge you.”

“I was embarrassed and I thought you’d be ashamed of being with someone who was used like that. I had never been sure if they’d sexually assaulted me but seeing Lottie I couldn’t deny it anymore.”

“I could never be ashamed of you. I’m so proud of you for everything you’ve overcome. I know that the way you’ve had your kids was not normal but you’re such a good father. No one can take that away from you.” You say as you cup his face, using your thumbs to wipe away the tears.

Bucky nods before resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry for pushing you away.”

“Apology accepted baby.”

“Sergeant Barnes, Agent Y/L/N, your presence is needed for the debrief for last night’s mission.” Friday announces.

“Of course we do.”

“Come, the faster we get it done the faster we can go home.”

“Really?” You asked, your eyes wide and bright with hope.

“Really.”

You walk into the apartment first. Giving Wanda a hug and thanking her for watching the kids. As soon as she leaves Bucky steps in much to the delight of the kids.

“Daddy!” Henry shouts as he runs full force into Bucky’s embrace.

Charlotte however steps closer to you and wraps her arms around one of your legs. She watches as Bucky and Henry hug and then looks up at you.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky says after kneeling in front of you. Lottie looks at her dad but moves to hide herself behind your leg.

“Sweet Angel, are you ok?”

Poking her head out from behind you, she looks at Bucky. “Dada no hate?” She asks quietly and you can see Bucky’s guilt written all over his face. Of course she would know about that conversation in the garage.

“I’m sorry, doll. You’re so special and daddy loves you so much. I could never ever hate you.” Bucky says softly. Charlotte moves away from you and wraps her arms around Bucky’s neck.

“Dada so good. Is best an lobe you dada.”

Bucky begins to cry quietly and Henry moves to hug him from behind. You can’t help but also join the hug pile on the floor in the middle of the living room. Even Alpine joins in.

“Can habe seepover?” Lottie asks as she pulls back in order to get a better look at both you and Bucky. Her best pout and pleading eyes on display.

“Of course we can. Dada needs lots of cuddles.”

“Can gibe them.” Lottie says proudly.

“Me too.” Henry adds.

“Me three.” You say as you pull Henry into your lap and kiss his temple. “What about a movie night? We can have snacks and all the cuddles.”

“Yeah!”

“Alright let’s go get our comfiest pajamas on. Come on sweet Angel, I’ll help you get your pjs.”

“No, dada do it.” She says as she tugs on Bucky’s arm.

Bucky gets up after giving you a kiss on the cheek and lets Lottie drag him to her room.

“I told you he’d be back soon.”

“You did, sweet boy. Why don’t you go get your pjs and I’ll start on the snacks.”

“Just no cereal in bed.” Henry quips as he stands up.

“It was your idea in the first place not mine.”

He giggles and runs into the hallway.

****

After snacks were made and everyone was changed, the kids chose the movie they wanted to watch. While the movie played you and Bucky sat against the headboard. Your attention was split between the movie and the kids singing and dancing along to all the songs from Encanto.

You knew there was a deeper conversation that you and Bucky needed to have but for now you were just happy that he was where he belonged. As the night went on and the movie ended and a new one was chosen. Henry was already tucked into your side. Lottie made her way to her dad’s lap. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and yawned as she found a comfortable position. With her back against his chest she settled to watch more tv until her head lolled to the side and soft snores filled the air.

Most importantly her pink teddy bear held securely in her arms.

Ch. 26

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Playing Detectives Pt 1 (Wednesday x Male Reader)

Y/N Barron is a student attending Nevermore Academy, he befriends new student Wednesday Addams as they uncover mysteries and stop monsters and murderers.

I used to be able to say that I have the weirdest family ever and for it to be honest, that was until I met her, she showed up out of nowhere and took the entire school by storm, and she took that title from me. I was eventually able to reclaim the title. But I’m getting ahead of myself, now buckle up and hold onto your butts.

— — —

I go to Nevermore Academy, a school for outcasts and weirdos, I am one of the most popular among students, Y/N Barron, I am popular because of my family, the Barron family, we are rich and we are powerful mages. My grandfather Tim Barron practically revolutionized the Glyph and Rune systems. Everyday I have to deal with some random students I have never talked to try and act like we are friends, they only care about my family. Don’t get me wrong I have friends, Enid the Nevermore gossip queen and Ajax a guy who is too stoned to care about my family.

At the moment I am trying to read about alchemy when Enid comes up to me.

“Y/N did you hear about the new student, she’s going to be my roomie,” Enid told me excitedly.

“Weren’t you the same person who told me she murdered a student at her old school,” I replied looking up from my book. Enid is a werewolf, although she can’t fully wolf out, she can only extend her nails into claws. She was one of the few people who was my friend for the sake of me and not my family, although with a rep as the school gossip it did take me a while to actually trust her as a friend.

“Well either way I’m happy to finally have someone to bunk with,” She responded, she always looks on the bright side, “She is arriving today and Weems asked me to get you to help me show her around,”

“And I have to help why?”

“Well the Barron family is the school’s largest donators,” She explained, “She also felt that someone with your knowledge of the school and the surrounding area would be able to help,”

“Yay,” I said sarcastically.

— — —

We head up to Enid’s room at Ophelia hall, I show Ms Thornhill the pass Enid gave me from Principle Weems. We wait there for a few minutes for her new roommate.

Eventually Weems walks in with two adults and possibly one of the simultaneously most gothic and most beautiful girls I have ever seen.

Enid runs up and greets her new roommate who we learn is named Wednesday Addams.

“And this young man is Y/N Barron,” Weems said as she introduced me.

“Ah I likely know your parents, they would be?” Mrs. Addams asked.

“Oscar and Maxine Barron,” I replied

“Ah Maxine, don’t you remember her Larissa, such a kindred spirit, she had such a way with words, I’m glad that she and Oscar are still together,” She said fondly, “and how is the rest of your family, Gomez I remember you were close friends with Oscar and his brothers, and is Jane doing all right,”

“They are all good Mrs. Addams, Uncle Francis had a few kids but is still unmarried, same with Uncle Toji”

“Y/N, Enid, would you two be able to show Wednesday around the school and take her to get her uniform and supplies,” Weems asked

“Sure,” we agreed.

— — —

Enid was showing Wednesday around, I’m hanging around too but not really paying attention, while she is beautiful I am just waiting for the moment she tries to be my friend just to get to know my family.

Eventually we get to the quad and Ajax walks up to us, “You Enid you will never believe the dirt I just dug up on your new roommate, she eats human flesh, right off the bone,” he clearly did not see Wednesday.

Enid stepped aside to reveal Wednesday who tells Ajax he’s wrong, and that she feeds her victims to her pets, I have to admit that I found that pretty funny.

Me and Enid keep walking around with Wednesday who gets her things, eventually Enid left to go gossip around school leaving me and Wednesday together.

“Before you ask me about family I should tell you that is one way to get me to never talk to you again,” I inform her.

“Why would I care who your family is or for that matter you are?” she said, I couldn’t tell whether or not she was genuinely asking or she was insulting me but I feel like it was the second one.

“You actually don’t care about them do you?” I asked pleasantly surprised.

“Can you believe it?” She said sarcastically.

“So did you actually kill someone at your old school?” I asked now slightly curious about her

“No I dropped some piranhas into a pool with a imbecile, he lost a testicle, if anything I am disappointed that it wasn’t more.” She answers honestly, “What happened to your eye,” She asks intrigued referring to the scar across my eye which causes it to be pale and cloudy.

“Got into a fight, should’ve seen the other guy,” I said sarcastically, “see you around Addams,” I say ending this revealing conversation.

— — —

I was eating lunch with some of my family, my brothers Jason and Jack, my sister Amelia, and my cousin Gwen, we are the ones who go to Nevermore, the rest have graduated. Jason is factual and thinks purely on logic, Jack is sarcastic and jokey, funnily enough they are twins, Amelia is caring and kind, the three of them are younger than me, Jack and Jason one year and Amelia three years, Gwen is my age and is a gossip which makes her and Enid good friends.

“You got therapy again tomorrow right?” Jason asked.

“Yup,” I responded.

“So you hear about the new girl, she killed some guys at her old school,” Amelia said trying to steer the conversation away from the awkward direction it was heading too.

“Nah, she didn’t do that, she just dropped piranhas into a school pool,” I answer.

“And you say that like it is a normal thing to do,” Jack said.

“Hey I saw you talking with her earlier, do you like her?” Gwen said suggestively.

“I don’t know yet, she’s attractive and I find her funny but I have no idea what she is like, I know that she doesn’t care about our family status so that is nice,” I reveal honestly. They all stare at me shocked, I never was interested in someone romantically before so their reaction was understandable.

“I thought you were Aroace,” Jack said confused.

“Well this was fun,” I say getting up to leave.

— — —

Me, Gwen, Enid, and Ajax were in our fencing class, me and Gwen were sparring, the only person in the class who could give me a decent challenge, other then Gwen, was Bianca Barclay, queen bee of Nevermore, we mostly keep our distance from each other.

The doors open to reveal Wednesday clad in black fencing gear walking in the middle of sparring sessions up to Bianca and Rowan’s, Rowan was roommates with Xavier, both were more people I didn’t really talk to, Rowan was bullied a lot so I felt bad for him and whenever I see it happen I kick their asses, but we don’t really have that much in common. Xavier is the tortured artist of Nevermore and Bianca’s ex boyfriend, his dad is some famous psychic so we have something in common but we just don’t get along.

Bianca wins their match after Rowan falls to the ground he complains that she tripped him but the coach acknowledged that it was a fair play.

“Maybe if you spent more time practicing instead of whining you would suck less, seriously coach when are we going to start getting some serious competition?” Bianca asked.

“Do you really want a replay of what happened the last time we sparred,” I said referring to the time I beat her in a match, she gave me a look that said that I was pissing her off but that she would stop. Our staring contest was interrupted when Wednesday challenged Bianca to a match, I was excited to see what she could do and Gwen wanted to see if she could be a first eye witness to something that would explode the Nevermore gossip sphere.

The two started as everyone gathered to watch, Wednesday won the first point while Bianca won the second. “For the final round I invoke military challenge, no masks, no tips, winner draws first blood,” Wednesday challenges. Bianca agrees and the two duel for the win, they spin around a little their blades clash, eventually Bianca nicks Wednesday’s forehead winning the match.

“At least your face finally got the splash of color it so desperately needed,” Bianca trash talks.

“Xavier please take Wednesday to the nurse,” the coach asks.

— — —

“So Y/N at our last session we were talking about how you use apathy as a defense mechanism to avoid talking about anything personal to those close to you,” Dr. Kinbott references.

“Yeah I believe that was mentioned,” I said sitting in the couch facing the doc.

“Y/N we can’t keep continuing doing this where you don’t meet me half way, you have to put in some effort if you want to solve any of these issues your going through,” she informs me.

“I know, it’s just that I spent so many years not telling anyone about anything,” I reveal.

“Why don’t we talk about that, you spent years keeping everything inside so by now you feel that you need to keep it all in, did I hit the mark?” She asks.

“Maybe, I still don’t see why my parents arranged for this, I can diagnose myself, on top of what you just said I also don’t tell people because I don’t want to feel like a burden to those close to me.” I vent

“Well to answer why your parents pay for therapy sessions, last Christmas you had a nervous breakdown and drop kicked a twelve year old after you argued over a video game,” Kinbott answers.

“First of all I would say less of a full nervous and more of a small panic attack, secondly the spoiled brat was insulting me when he only wanted it for myself and I was getting it for one of my brothers,” I defend myself.

“Have you had any more panic attacks since then?” She asks.

“Ugh,” I groan as I lean back.

— — —

After the session I walked around town a little, seeing as I was wearing the Nevermore uniform the townspeople were giving me dirty looks and glares, the normies never liked outcasts. Eventually I looped back around to Dr. Kinbott’s office, it is there that I bumped into one Wednesday Addams who is seemingly shawshanking from Dr. Kinbott’s.

“Ms. Addams” I greet as we both walk away from the office.

“Y/N, did Weems enlist you to spy on me?” she accused.

“Believe it or not I am here of my own free will, it seems that you can’t say the same though,” I say acknowledging her daring escape in broad daylight.

“I am leaving this ridiculous school behind, but not before a decent cup of coffee,” she said as we entered the weathervane.

“Trying to leave without saying goodbye, hurtful Addams,” we walk up to the barista who over the years I’ve learned is named Tyler, son of Sheriff Galpin, the sheriff never liked me or my family because we are “chaotic psychopaths”. Tyler is attempting to fix the espresso machine and it isn’t until it blows another gasket that he finally notices us.

“Holy crap,” he says startled.

Wednesday orders a quad over ice but Tyler says that since the espresso machine is broken they only have drip, “But drip is for people who hate themselves and know that their lives have no real meaning,” we all look over to a costumer who was about to pour some drip into his mug but put’s both down. Wednesday then fixes the espresso machine and then asks Tyler for a ride to the train station which he agrees to do after his shift is over. While we wait me and Wednesday sit in a booth.

“So why don’t you want to stay at Nevermore?” I question.

“I thought I explained that when you and Enid were showing me around,” she pointed out.

“I have trouble paying attention to the things people say, it’s not that I have adhd or something, I just don’t care what they say,” I remark.

“Understandable, my parents sent me here and they are trying to turn me into a version of them,” she explains.

“Hm, personally I would either become better then they ever were or become nothing like them to spite them,” I say.

We were then interrupted by a group of guys dressed in pilgrim costumes, “What are a couple of Nevermore freaks doing out in the wild, this is our booth,”

“Why are you dressed as religious fanatics?” Wednesday asks.

“We’re Pilgrims,” one of the informs us.

“Same thing,” I say.

“Potato Pah-tah-toe,” Wednesday says at the same time.

“We work at Pilgrim World,” one of them says flipping over a flyer, starting to get pissed. The two of us look at it, frankly, a little confused as to why an entire theme park to murders.

“It takes a special kind of stupid to devote an entire amusement park to zealots responsible for mass murder,” she retorts, I can’t help but laugh.

“My dad owns Pilgrim World, are you calling him stupid?” He asks.

“If the buckle shoe fits,”

“Hey guys, backoff,” Tyler suggests.

“Hey stay out of this Galpin!” One of them yells.

“Yeah stay out of this,” Wednesday says as we both get up.

“So tell me, freak, you ever been with a normie?” He asked.

“Never found one that can handle me,” She responded, “Boo,”

We start fighting them, she uses Kung Fu techniques while I use a few kickboxing moves, we make quick work of them when Tyler asks us where we learned them, Wednesday from her Uncle who was a prisoner in a Tibetan Monastery, me from my older sister who did some fights for fun. The fun ends when the Sheriff walks in.

“Ah, Jesus, what did you do this time Barron,” He asks me looking around at the unconscious teenagers.

“Hey I resent these baseless accusations, besides your being sexist, she could have done this just as easily as I could have,” I say.

“So your saying that you had no hand in this,” He retorts giving an exhausted look that only my family could give him.

“Ok I kicked those two in the crotch, and broke that one’s nose,” I admit.

“They were harassing them and they put them in their place,” Tyler defended us.

“Apologies Sheriff, this one slipped away from me, and I see you were involved as well Mr. Barron, well come along Ms. Addams and you too Mr. Barron,” Principal Weems told us.

“Wait a minute, hang on, you’re an Addams? Don’t tell me Gomez Addams is your father?” The Sheriff asked spooked, causing Wednesday to nod, “That man belongs behind bars for murder, guessin’ the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I’m gonna keep my eye on you.”

Weems ushers us out and to the shuttle back to Nevermore.

— — —

The ride back mostly consisted of Weems chewing us out, Wednesday questioning her for information, and some guy crashed on the side of the road and Wednesday knowing how he died. Once we got back we went our separate ways, Wednesday to Ophelia hall and me to my room Othello Hall.

Later that night while feeding my pets, my raven named Odin, my octopus named Sashimi, and my Axolotl named Gravity, I heard Paint it Black by The Rolling Stones on the cello, I honestly liked that version better.

At the moment I’m studying for some of my classes when I hear a knock at my window, I turn and see a severed hand at the window. I let him in and he shows me a note on his palm saying “call me” and shows Enid’s number, I didn’t realize she gained an appendage as an assistant. I grabbed my phone and FaceTimed Enid to be met by Wednesday looking as pale and dead as ever.

“Wednesday, that means that this five fingered fellow must be yours,” I say.

“That’s Thing,” She informs me.

“Well why would you be calling me at this late hour?” I inquire.

“I have a plan to escape this educational penitentiary and I would like your assistance,” She reveals.

“Sure,” I say, mostly just happy that something exciting is happening in this place.

— — —

Me, Enid, and Wednesday met together at the Harvest Day Festival to enact her plan and to say our goodbyes. Enid and Wednesday bid farewell as we wait for Tyler to get ready, Wednesday went to darts while I did a water gun. Xavier went over to Wednesday to chat her up, sucks for him because she made it completely obvious that she was not interested. Eventually Tyler came over and I reunited with Wednesday, she sent the panda she won over to Weems setting the plan in motion, after the initial distraction I would cause a bigger one luring the rest of them away from Wednesday and make sure no one follows them while Tyler drives her to the station.

“In case I don’t see you again Addams, it’s been real,” I say as I go off to cause a distraction.

I wonder what I should do turn off the ferris wheel trapping people on their, small explosion in the distance, my thoughts are interrupted when a few of the guys me and Wednesday beat up show up in the crowd with bats looking a little angry as they walk towards me. I run away from them, because as cocky and god complexed as I am when it comes to idiots like these, I don’t have any of my stuff with me and I am not going to be able to fight them when they have metal bats and we are surrounded by outcast hating normies. Eventually I run into Tyler and Wednesday who likely have had a similar experience by the looks on their face.

“Let me guess Normies with bats?” I say.

“Yeah, you?” Wednesday asks.

“Yeah,” I say when Rowan bumps into Wednesday causing her to have what appears to be a psychic vision. When she comes to she looks over at Rowan, who is going into the woods, and runs after him, I follow quickly leaving Tyler behind.

We catch up to him, “Rowan wait!” Wednesday yells, whatever she’s seen it must have been bad for him.

“What do you want? Why are you following me?” He questions.

“I don’t have time to explain but you are in great danger,” She reveals to which he just starts laughing.

“I think you got it backwards,” He says then uses his psychic powers to push us back into trees, “You’re the ones in danger,”

“What are you doing?” Wednesday asks in shock.

“Saving everyone from you. I have to kill you,” He responds.

“The gargoyle, that was you?” Wednesday realizes as I just wonder what gargoyle.

“Yeah,”

“It’s always the quiet ones,”

Rowan then sends a page up to us and unfolds it revealing a drawing of a boy and girl who look like the two of us, “The girl in the picture, that’s you, and the boy is you Y/N,”

“You want to kill us over some picture?” I say shocked.

“My mother drew that picture 25 years ago when she was a student at Nevermore. She was a powerful seer, told me about it before she died.” He revealed

“Rowan put us down,” Wednesday tries to tell him.

“No! My mother said it was my destiny to stop this girl and boy if they ever came to Nevermore, because she will destroy the school in everyone in it,” He yells

“Rowan,” Me and Wednesday try to talk to him as he tries to kill us.

Then we all heard a growl as a monster leapt out and started tearing into Rowan’s gut, it then looked back at us and then ran off. We crawled over to Rowan who was obviously dead when the page flew down. We both grabbed at it but when we touched hands her head flew back and she had another vision like the one with Rowan, when she came to she looked at me with a look of slight fear, concern, and pity in there. As I question what she saw she gets up to leave and I follow suit.

— — —

We were now each in our own dorm rooms, we told Bianca about Rowan and told her to tell someone and went back to Nevermore, I now have many things to think about, what was up with Rowan’s prophecy and would we really destroy the school, what was the monster that killed him and what was it’s motive, and lastly what is it that Wednesday saw in my future that worried her, well at least I can’t say that this semester will be as boring as the last one.

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Masterlist: Mr Barron

🔞 = Smut || 🔂 = Poly || * = Requested

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Drabble: Mr Barron x Spouse!Ymbryne!Reader.

[mqnasluvr]

skinship headcanons | genshin impact

pairings; jean x gn!reader, amber x gn!reader, albedo x gn!reader

mentioned; kaeya, lisa, huffman, sucrose

warnings; suggestive themes ( jean ), all lowercase, not proofread

word count; 1.7k but half of it is albedo

jean

jean is not the touchiest person out there, but she does enjoy holding you. not too big on pda either; the most you’ll get out of her in public is maybe a quick smooch on the cheek and hand holding🛐 other than that, shes quite reserved.

her hugs are very comforting, but the first couple of times it was awkward on her part. she was used to giving barbara and klee hugs, but this was different. she wasn’t sure where to put her arms, and if anything she got more frustrated the more she hesitated.

once she grows accustomed to it, she’ll be fine. she enjoys the warmth and innocence of hugs, especially if you’re taller than her.

like i said, in public she isnt very touchy. while running errands she does keep you close though, and enjoys holding your hand more and anything.

behind closed doors shes a little bit bolder, but still shy overall. she’s not sure if she’s moving too fast for you so she waits until you initiate any type of physical contact, then takes it from there herself. it took her a long time before she managed to get the courage to kiss you tbh

one time when you two were in her office, amber walked in on you “distracting” jean from her work.

“y/n, i have to get back to work, please,” jean adverted her eyes from your gaze, embarrassed. she kept looking at the door, mentally asking herself if the door was locked or not and getting more nervous as the seconds passed.

you sat straddled on the young womans lap, her hands loosely placed on your hips. holding her face in your hands, you guided her face back to yours. “you work for way too long,” you frowned. “and i’m bored. there’s nothing to do in here.”

“the library is just across the hall—“

“if i read another book my brain will implode.” jean sighed and shook her head.

“please indulge in me just this once? please jean?” she stared at you blankly, her resolve quickly deteriorating. a couple of kisses couldn’t hurt, could it? she looked up at the clock in the corner of the room, then back at you.

sighing for the umpteenth time that day, she nodded. “just for a little while-“

before she could finish speaking, you pressed your lips to hers hurriedly, not wanting to waste any time. jean barely ever separated herself from her work, and refused to accept help from anyone else. you almost never had time alone with the acting grand master— you weren’t going to miss your chance now.

the kiss was not heated whatsoever, just very.. clumsy. and needy. on your part, at least. jean tried her best to slow you down, gripping your hips as her face heated up.

“jean, lisa needs you for somethi- oh,” amber nearly dropped the papers in her hands, immediately covering her eyes with it instead. you whipped your head around and stared at the girl wide-eyed before she spoke up again. “d-did i come at a bad time? i am so sorry, i’ll um. i’ll go now.”

jean couldnt look her in the eyes for WEEKS

it was painful

but overall, she likes physical affection, shes just nervous :,)

amber

amber LOVES touching you!! she’s 100% okay with pda. she isnt as forward as maybe kaeya or lisa, but she’s still rather bold. sometimes she forgets youre in public too, which ends up drawing a lot of attention to the both of you.

when you two go out on dates she is always touching you. hand in hand, arm around waist, whatever. theres always some type of physical contact, no matter what.

it’s so PAINFULLY obvious that you two are dating but for some reason she didn’t think that anyone knew ?? one time huffman saw yall kissing in an alleyway u really aren’t slick🤨

she loves cheek and forehead kisses, but likes receiving them more than giving really. shes a hyper one, and these kisses fluster her enough to make her quiet down. ( it’s so cute )

she often picks you up to hug you, spinning you both around in circles in an almost bone crushing hug. other than those times her hugs are really soft, but the energy is still there. ^^

have i mentioned that she is affectionate?? because she really is. she does respect your boundaries though, but if you feel uncomfortable you’re going to have to speak up on it because she won’t notice.

in private her clinginess is amplified by 10.

“i’m trying to cook, amber,” you mumbled, struggling to stir the paste sauce in the pot. all you were trying to do was make dinner for the two of you, but around 5 minutes ago she came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your arms and torso. you could feel her bury her face further into your back.

“mhm, and it smells really good too,” she hummed. you groaned, and she just giggled.

“i’ll be done in like, 20 minutes, amber. you can hug barron bunny in the meantime,” you tried to pry her arms off of you but she started whining.

“that’s too long.”

“no, it isnt,” you turned around with a spoonful of pasta sauce, motioning for her to open her mouth. she slurped the sauce and gave you a thumbs up.

“see? its good, right? well it wont get much better if you keep clinging to me so much,” she stayed quiet, but at least loosened her arms around you so that it was easier to move. you lightly patted her hand. “thank you.”

“whateverrr,” she drawled, and you couldnt help but laugh.

the pasta was in fact very good

in the end, shes the exact opposite of jean, and youll need to slow her down a lot :,)

albedo

as far as physical contact goes, it’s literally the last thing you will ever find on his mind. he’s too caught up with other things to think about physical affection

he does love you yes, but he doesnt show it through physical means. he does more gift giving, like when he sees a pretty flower that reminds him of you while going out to find starsilver shards.

if you want a hug or anything out of him you’re going to have to initiate it first— it’s foreign territory, and it’s not something he’s particularly interested in, so he doesnt feel the need to indulge in it

however the first time you two cuddle you can tell that he’s hooked. and he does a terrible job at hiding it.

now, he insists that you sit in his lap while he is taking notes because it “helps him focus better” and because “he’s so lonely”

we all know that aint true lmfao

he also really likes it when you play with his hair. please play with his hair, especially when you want him to get away from his studies. physical contact is completely foreign to him so something as simple as a scalp massage will make him melt 🛐

whenever he refuses to get away from his work, sucrose always asks you to step in because he wont listen to her

“y/n,” sucrose quietly approached you as you conversed with kaeya. you turned to her and nodded, albiet a bit concerned. sucrose never really needed you for anything, what did she need now that she couldn’t do herself?

kaeya took this as his sign to leave, but not before giving you a quick pat on the head. “yes, sucrose?” you said. “did something happen?”

she nodded meekly, watching kaeya walk off. a little bubble of guilt formed in her stomach from interrupting. “ah, i need your help with something. you see, mr albedo has been doing research non-stop on a new thing that has caught his eye since yesterday afternoon. i’ve tried to get him to put his research on pause, but,” she adjusted her glasses. “he doesn’t listen to me. i was hoping if you could maybe convince him to take care of himself?”

you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. he was doing it again. but you couldnt really blame him, he was terrible at keeping his hyperfixations under control. “i’ll take care of him, sucrose. don’t worry.”

she visibly relaxed at your words. sucrose flashed you a smile of gratitude, then waved and walked off to finish her errands in mondstadt.

—

it didn’t take him very long to notice your presence behind him. you were practically glaring at him, but there was no true anger behind it. wordlessly, albedo turned around in his chair and looked up at you.

you crossed your arms. “albedo,” you started, and it took everything in him not to sigh at the inevitable lecture.

“sucrose sent you, did she not?” he propped his arm up on the armrest of his chair, leaning his face into his hand as he gazed at you nonchalantly.

“of course she did. why aren’t you taking breaks?” he turned his chair back around, but you sat on the desk he was working at. you placed your hand on top of his papers and he shot a glare at you. it didnt phase you in the slightest.

“i have work to do. it’s much easier to do it all at once than stop inbetween.”

“have you at least been taking care of your basic needs? when was the last time you ate, or drank water?”

your eyes softened when he looked away.

hopping off of the desk, you grabbed his hand and pulled him away from his work ( gently, of course ). he barely protested.

you started muttering about how he needs to take better care of himself while pouring him a cup of water and making him a simple sandwich. he was a bit disappointed in himself for making you worry, and ate the food you gave him guiltily.

you pinched his cheek as he ate, giving it a light tug. he slapped your hand away playfully and a bit of the guilt he felt lifted when he heard your laugh. “i’m sorry you have to go through this for me.”

you shook your head. “you just need to learn how to stop yourself. you’re smart albedo, i’m sure you’ll figure it out in no time.”

he finished eating his food and, uncharacteristically, pulled you in for a hug. albedo rested his forehead against your shoulder, relaxing even further when you weaved your fingers through his hair.

“...i’m sorry, y/n.”

“stop apologizing.”

“okay. sorry. oh-”

you laughed.

[merci-bitch]

Her Lover

Alma LeFay Peregrine x fem!reader

Warnings: abuse, swearing, death, fluff, angst

Words: 5k

A/N: it’s been a while, hasn’t it. Lol. I’ve been having my exams and shit and I’ve been working on this for the longest time so I’m really sorry if there’s a word that’s not supposed to be there, I don’t really proof read. But hopefully more stuff shall be coming soon. Ta ta! Xx

Jake was surprised, it was all real. What his grandfather had told him, all those stories. They were real. It was unbelievable. At first, when he saw the boomed children's home he didn't really believe it. As that man said at the pub. 3 September 1943. No one survived, but then how come Miss Peregrine's letter had only come 2 years before to his grandfather. How was that even possible?

When we first entered the loop, he of course ran away and nearly got himself killed. Thankfully his new friends saved him from those angry Walsh people. The house looked so different from those ruins he saw. It was actually a very beautiful house. Big and tall and all those flowers growing up on the sides. Completely different.

Miss Peregrine wasn't anything like he'd expected. Not at all, despite from all the stories he'd got from his grandfather. Apparently she was the bird flying above him and his father when they first arrived to Cairnholm. Ever since Jake arrived, he'd notice that on the bird's right hand, her ring finger. There was a small ring with a single diamond. Jake knew it wasn't probably wasn't his thing to ask, but he didn't see anyone else then the people he'd already seen. His grandfather had never really mentioned anything or anyone else then the ones he'd already talked about.

He had helped Emma with the baby squirrel, it was a bit awkward wrapping the rope around her waist. He'd noticed Miss Peregrine's glare, it was uneasy. As if she felt some sort of jealousy? But that was ridiculous. Absurd. Jake had agreed to join them for supper. Emma was helping him in his grandfather's old room. He just couldn't but ask.

"Emma, could I ask you a question?"

"Jake, I told you that there are questions I can't answer." Emma said as she tied his tie.

"I know, but it's just. Does Miss Peregrine love you? Like, that way?"

Emma stilled. Almost uncomfortably.

"Jake. What's got you to even think of such disgusting things?!"

"I'm sorry! It's just, I saw her glare." Jake held his hands up in defeat.

Emma let out a sigh. Looked down before looking up again. "You must understand. Miss Peregrine, well all of us lost someone dear. It's taking her long time to actually get back to who she is. So please, stop asking questions." As she finished speaking the bell rang. They both walked down together and Jake almost sat down on Millard.

"Millard. Go and put some clothes on. Polite persons do not take their supper in the nude."

Jake almost felt sorry for him, he didn't mean to take his place really. He couldn't see him, obviously. He was, well he is invisible. During dinner, he couldn't help but stare at Miss Peregrine's right hand with that ring. Her long slim fingers with those long nails. The ring was silver. The small diamond was pretty. And shiny.

"Claire, why aren't you eating?" Miss Peregrine asked, looking with worry to Claire. Chewing on the piece of food.

"She's embarrassed in front of Jake." Hugh said, leaning over to Claire.

Jake shook his head. "Don't be. Please."

Claire looked over at Miss Peregrine with a small smile and Miss Peregrine sent Claire a wink before turning back to her own food. Claire grabbed the chicken leg and put it behind her head and a few seconds later she put the clean bone back on her plate.

"So Jake, what's your peculiarity?" Horace asked. Leaning over the table a bit to see Jake as he asked.

"Oh, I'm not peculiar." Jake stammered.

Enoch put down his fork and knife and said, "And that, my friends, is why he will not be staying with us. No matter how hard we try to persuade him."

Miss Peregrine spoke up again. Her voice light but firm. "We've spoken about this. Jake is just visiting."

Hugh opened his mouth, "He might want to say."

"Don't you want to stay, Jake?" Olive asked.

"Tonight? Or..-" Jake didn't get a chance to finish of his sentence before Claire irrupted him.

"Forever! You should stay forever." Her smile big.

"Why would he, if he doesn't have to? He can live out there, grow older, have a good time instead." Enoch said. Trying to make a clear point of why he didn't want Jake in the house. Jake could feel Emma slightly lift from her seat despite being strapped down. She was getting uncomfortable.

"He'll leave, just like his grandfather did." With that, Enoch started eating again and Emma got up and practically ran out of the room despite her heavy shoes. Miss Peregrine's call for Emma didn't stop her. As Emma left, a clothed Millard came into the room. Excusing himself. Sitting down and starting to eat his own food.

"Deep breathes Alma, you know how dear Enoch gets with new company."

Miss Peregrine closed her eyes at the voice inside her head. She was right. She slowly got up as the telephone rang. "I think you should all get ready for movie time while I answer that."

"But you always let us stay for it." Claire begged. Miss Peregrine turned around and gave the children a glare that almost scared Jake. She was a strange woman, yes she was. Miss Peregrine stepped out to the hallway, to the ringing telephone. This time, she nearly didn't answer it. Wishing the voice inside her head would come back. Missing the touch of that person with the voice nearly threw her off guard. She nearly kicked herself from going off schedule. Shaking her head, she answered the telephone and went on with the schedule.

The time went on, again. Horace's projected his dreams. One particular dream made Alma tense up. She couldn't watch it. She turned on the lights and heard all the groans from the children. It was almost re-set time. Olive asked Jake to stay and see the re-set. Enoch clearly didn't want him to. Alma felt herself chuckle softly. The arguments between Enoch and re-set. Alma stepped out in her raincoat and put on her gas mask after putting on the music. Run Rabbit Run. She would always sing along to the song-Alma kicked herself mentally again. She stopped her clock, she turned it 24 times to represent the 24 hours of the loop. She took of the gas mask and smiled towards her children.

She said her goodnight to the other children as Emma and Jake made their way out the door. Her smile faded as they disappeared from her view. She closed the door, knowing Emma would lock it. She slowly made her way up the stairs, to the end of the hallway, to her bedroom. She opened the door and walked in and closed the door again and locked it. Leaning against the door and closing her eyes.

"You know me better then I do. Can't seem to keep nothing from you. How you touch my soul from the outside. I still love you even though I'm scared. Learning to be grateful of myself. I wish I could love me like you did, how I wish I could trust myself like you did."

She moved from the door and towards her desk and sat down and started unpinning her hair. Brushing through her hair slowly. That black-blue hair. The little curls. She got undressed and dressed in her lacy nightgown and brushed her teeth and took off the makeup she'd been carrying during the day. She laid down in the cold bed, shivering slightly. Falling asleep after a few minutes.

***

"Clarice! Clarice come on. We have to get back. We can't stay in La Pari forever. We've been gone 7 years too long!" Claire let out a groan and stopped walking. "But Y/N! I love Paris!" Y/N shook her head. Her little sister was definitely a number. "Well, you wrote to Alma we'd be home, so let's go." Clarice didn't move. "I? I didn't write. She's your wife." Y/N felt herself tense up. Oh no. Y/N had forgotten to write, and she'd hopped her darling sister had written.

"When was the last time You wrote back home Clarice." Y/N looking over at her sister, with a glare almost identical to Alma's. Clarice bit her bottom lip. "5 years ago." Y/N felt her head spinning. She sat down and rubbed her forehead. Clarice started laughing. "What's so funny?!" Clarice threw her head back in laughter.

"Oh lord, the handful you will get when you get back. I mean Abe will definitely be in her side." Clarice said while patting her older sister's shoulder. "God. She'd kill me. I swear, I didn't mean to forget and I thought you'd been writing." Clarice shook her head. "But you're right. Let's go home."

***

"Jake, you're back. How wonderful." Miss Peregrine said as she held the Ymbryne tight to her.

"How's it doing?" Jake asked. "Emma said it was an Ymbryne."

"She. Not 'it'. Ymbrynes are always female." Miss Peregrine said as she looked up at Jake. "And Emma was quite correct. This is Miss Avocet." Miss Peregrine continued to give Miss Avocet the medicine.

"Her loop's in Blackpool, England." Jake said. Miss Peregrine slowly turned her head up towards him and saw him holding a piece of paper. "That was a private letter, Jake." She said as she put down the medication.

"Who is Mr. Barron?" Jake asked, slightly raising his voice.

Miss Peregrine's face expression turned blank and her right hand came almost protectively over Miss Avocet.

"Miss Peregrine, if my grandpa was involved with dangerous people. I need to tell the police." Miss Peregrine looked up at Jake again, her brows knitted with confusion.

"Police? Are you implying Abe died an unnatural death?" Her voice going quiet.

"I found him in the woods, with his eyes missing. I'd say that was pretty unnatural." Jake said as he watched Miss Peregrine raise from her chair. Miss Peregrine looked at Jake in disappointment, snatching the letter out of his hands.

"Unless essential, I don't discuss unpleasant matters. An Ymbryne's duty is to protect children, Jake." With that, she left the room, almost in a hurry.

"I'm not a child! He wanted you to tell me everything!" Jake shouted after her. Jake let out a sigh of frustration and walked down the hallway and was stopped when both Enoch and Olive came into his view.

"Oh. How frustrating for you. Between Miss Peregrine's rules and my housemates' little pact not to scare you off, it's like no one's telling you anything." Enoch was sarcastic. Olive stood quietly behind him. Jake leaned forward.

"Why don't you, then? It's not like you want me here."

This time, Olive spoke up.

"Enoch, you can't. You promised." Enoch looked back at Olive before answering.

"Olive's right. I do know someone who can get away with breaking rules though. Want to meet him?" Jake looked a bit uneasy at Enoch before following him up the stairs. Olive behind them.

"Enoch, don't do this. Please!" She grabbed his arm, begging him not to do whatever he was going to do.

"You want to spend time with me and Jake, we can all play together. That's what you said." Enoch said as they reached a door at the end of the hallway. Olive stood in front of them. Not letting them pass through the door.

"Well, here we all are." Enoch said. Olive looked up at him with a bit ready expression. "Move Olive."

"If you're going to be like that, then I don't want to be your friend." With that, Olive left. Sobbing quietly to herself while walking down the hallway.

"Enoch, leave Victor alone. It really upsets Bronwyn." Fiona said as she walked up to Enoch and Jake. Enoch put both his hands on Fiona's shoulders, "Stop fussing, Fiona. Don't you think Jake should meet everybody?" He said while looking over at Jake.

"He's trying to frighten you away, Jake. He's always jealous of Abe. And now he's jealous of you. Come and play with us instead."

Enoch crossed his arms and looked at Jake, waiting for an answer. Jake didn't really know what to say.

"I'd quite like to meet Victor." Jake said after some time. Enoch smiled and ruffed Fiona's hair. Enoch opened the door, letting Jake walk in. "After you."

In the middle of the room there was a bed, covered in thin layers of fabric, and Jake saw Victor, lying there. He slowly walked in, moving with small steps towards the bed.

"Hello, Victor. I'm Jake. I'm sorry to disturb.." Jake looked down at Victor. His eyes were missing.

"Yeah, he can't hear you." Enoch said. Enoch got on his knees and opened Victor's shirt and put the heart he held down into Victor's chest. Jake saw how Victor's chest started to heavy. Almost like a jump scare in movies, Victor sat up and looked over at Jake.

"Hello, Jake. I'm Victor. Do you want to know what killed me?" Almost like a puppet he was. It scared Jake and he ran out of the room, downstairs where Miss Peregrine and the rest of the children were waiting.

"Ah, there you are. Is Enoch with you? It'd time for our daily walk." Miss Peregrine said.

***

Alma walked into the room where Victor lay. Sighing once seeing Victor's covers down. She pulled them up, making sure they covered him and slowly sat down. Noticing the tear falling down his cheek. Softly wiping it away and pulling him up and held him against her chest.

One of the most disappointing things she'd ever done. How she couldn't be able to save Victor, how she'd let her poor child die. She never meant for him to die, she never meant for Bronwyn to lose her brother. Alma felt herself tear up.

"It's alright Alma, you did what you could and for that, Victor will forever be grateful."

She really wanted to believe those words. Oh, how hard life could be. She couldn't let herself to cry. She'd always say it was alright to cry, but Alma just couldn't. She slowly put Victor back in his place and looked at her watch. She had a few minutes before the children would be back, but she had to keep schedule.

Alma walked out of the room, closing the door. Walking down the hallway to the right and then further down that hallway and then into her own bedroom. Closing the door behind her, locking it. Just in case. She quickly walked over to the dressed against the wall, opened a drawer and pulled out a shirt that didn't belong to her.

Sticking her nose deep into the fabric, closing her eyes and breathing in the familiar sent. Holding onto the shirt tightly. Alma felt her eyes sting.

Why did life have to be so cruel? Why couldn't just one person live a life and be happy. Is it only fairytales that get their happy endings and not people in the real world? Was the 'perfect' life all just a big lie that you were told on the television outisde loops? Why couldn't you just live yourself in your dreams? Wouldn't life be so much better if you could? It would save all troubles from people.

Alma slowly sat down on the bed. Still holding the shirt tightly to her. Breathing in the sent again. Letting her eyes roll back for just a second. Accidentally losing herself in the sent. Letting a soft moan escape her mouth which caused her to blush. Hand covering her mouth as she blushed even more.

"My shirt hm?"

Alma turned around with a gasp. No one was there, she let out a sigh. Alma got up again, checked her clock and put the shirt back in the drawer and walked downstairs. Waiting for the children to arrive back home.

***

"Clarice, where was the loop again?"

"You can't be serious. We lived with Alma for years, you're married to her for gods sake!" Clarice sat down in the damp grass, crossing her arms. Letting out a huff.

"Awh, stop acting like a bloody kid! Maybe help me instead of acting like such a bloody moron!" Y/N answered to her sister.

She let out a huff and sat down on a rock. Y/N felt bad. She'd been gone 7 years too long and Alma probably thought she was dead. Just because her little sister didn't write as she used to. Y/N reaches into her pocket and pulled out a few photos. Photos she took, before she left.

Most were of Alma. It was one of the only times she'd let her time be taken from her. She missed the bird.

"Could you stop sobbing and perhaps do something to help? You cant stare at th-hey. Y/N. Was that Abe?"

Y/N looked up and saw nothing. She turned to her sister and hit the back of her head.

"Very funny."

***

The children were packing after they're realisation that they couldn't stay. As Alma had finally gotten the suitcase to close, thanks to the twins, the doorbell rang. How odd. She hadn't expected anyone. Alma walked up towards the door and opened the door and felt her whole body tense.

"Miss Peregrine, what a pleasure to meet you at last!"

Mr. Barron was holding his hand shaped knife against Jake's neck. Alma felt her breathing stop for only a second. What on earth was happening?!

"May we come in?"

Alma took a few steps back, letting him inside the house. Her children standing on the stairs.

"Children! Would you make your way down the stairs, please?" Mr. Barron shouted.

Alma raised her voice. "I give the orders in this house, Mr. Barron." Looking at him sternly.

"Not today. You should know that Jake has served his purpose. If you value his life, I suggest everyone does as they're told. Children!"

Alma raised her finger and shushed him. "No one tells my children what to do!" Alma turned around, a split of disgust in her expression. "Children, come down here, please." Her voice was strong but soft.

The children made their way slowly down the stairs.

"Miss Peregrine-"

"I thought I told you to be quiet." Alma snapped back at him. Giving him one of her famous death glares. She slowly made her way around again to look at her beautiful children. Knowing she might never see them again.

"Children, for Jake's safety, we're going to do what Mr. Barron asks. He wishes to take me with him to his rendezvous in Blackpool. So, for his protection, he'd like me to assume bird form, preferably caged. And he'd like you to make your way into a lockable room, such as the parlour." Alma turned her frame towards the parlour then back to her children before turning around to look at Mr. Barron.

"As he won't release Jake if he fears an attack could be mounted upon him once he loses his leverage. Correct, Mr. Barron?" Alma raised her chin, showing how she awfully despised him. Mr. Barron was at loss of words.

"You're sacrificing yourself and all of us, for Jake?"

Came behind her, Alma turned around and looked at Enoch.

"Me. Barrons travels with a Hollow, Enoch. Once it arrives here, we're all dead." She could almost feels Mr. Barron's wicked grin behind her. Alma saw Horace lean in to whisper something to Enoch but didn't bother to listen. It took everything not to shed a tear. She'd lost everything now. The woman she loved the most, her dear children. Everything.

She moved towards the parlours door and said her goodbye to each child that passed her, ending with a hug from Emma and the twins which made her she'd a tear. Once every child was inside the parlour, she grabbed the door handle to each door and took a deep breath and looked over her children.

"It's been my privilege, to care for you all. Goodbye my children."

Alma closed the doors and turned the lock and turned to face Barron, showing her anger through her tear stained cheeks. Taking steps forward.

"Now let him go."

"Oh, but the fun's just begun Alma." Barron let out a low chuckle.

"How dare you speak my name, filthy bastard." Alma tightened her tone. Growing more impatient by each second that passed.

Barron let out another chuckle, this time of surprise.

"My my, what words those pretty lips let out. Tell me, how's dear old Y/N doing?"

Alma clenched her jaw. Feeling as she might explode.

"How dare you speak her name?! How dare you come here, act like you own everything I have. You took her from me! How dare you mention anything of her's. I know what you did to her family, how her parents practically coward before you. On their knees begging to not die. Letting their dear children's lives pay their depth."

As Alma continued, Barron only chuckled. Jake was confused. Who was Y/N? What did this woman mean to Miss Peregrine?

"Technically I wasn't the one who sold her, her mother was. Her dear parents are still loyal to me as ever. I'd never gotten a chance to meet dear Y/N. So tell me, where is she?"

This time, it was Alma's time to be confused.

"What do you mean by that. No tricks Mr. Barron. I want the honest truth."

As he let Jake go, letting out a groan. "Listen, lady. I'd never meet her. If I had, do you think I'd be asking you? So come now Miss Peregrine. Where is she. Her mommy and daddy just wanna say hello."

Alma felt herself start to tremble. Y/N hadn't been in Barron's possession.

She'd spoken to Jake. Begging him to care of her children before turning into bird form. Flying into the cage. Leaving with Mr. Barron. If her dearest was really alive, she'd never see her again. Nor her beloved children.

***

"Emma, I have a question. Look-I know you don't answer them but it's about something Miss Peregrine said before she turned into a bird. Who's Y/N?"

Emma went quiet for a moment, not really wanting to speak. Jake let out a sigh and continued to talk.

"Mr. Barron said he'd never meet Y/N before. What does this mean-who is she?" Jake looked t Emma who's eyes looked at his. A slight tone of happiness appearing on her face.

"So, that means she could still possibly be alive." Emma's smile got bigger.

"Who is she? Is she another peculiar?" Jake was growing impatient.

Emma sighed. "Alright, if I tell you. Will you stop asking?"

Jake nodded his head and sat down and waited for Emma to speak.

"Y/N came to our home years ago, before Miss Peregrine had made the loop. She came with her sister Clarice. When they came they were both pretty young. I think Clarice was 15 and Y/N perhaps 20. I heard Miss Peregrine talk with them about what had happened to them. It wasn't really, nice."

Emma sat down herself and took a deep breath.

"Mr. Barron came to their house, in the middle of the night and killed their brother, well took his eyes. He was around 8. She talked about how their parents had sold them to Barron for their own safety. But before Barron could touch them they'd ran away. They'd taken the boat and arrived here."

Jake listened as she explained more about Y/Nk's past. But there was just one question bothering him.

"What about the ring on Miss Peregrine's finger?" Jake asked.

"Y/N and Miss Peregrine kinda fell for each other. A few years after the loop was created, they got married. Then again a few years later, perhaps 7 years ago. Both of them left, Y/N and her sister. But after two years they stopped writing back home. We heard nothing from them and since Barron wanted to recreate the experiment Miss Peregrine told you about.”

Jake nodded, shocked. He had nothing against the LGBT community but he’d never thought Miss Peregrine was a lesbian. Perhaps she wasn’t, maybe just fell for the one person she trusted most.

They went on, the plan to save Miss Peregrine.

***

“Clarice, fix it. Please. Something has happened.”

Y/N was panicking. The loop was gone, not a child in sight. Alma wasn’t here either. Clarice had the peculiarity of restoring time, she restored the loop. Made everything go back to normal. The house looked itself again but no child was there. What the hell happened. How long has the house been like this? Clarice was too busy walking to her room.

Y/N looked around, saw suitcases. Were they leaving? But why, and where? It felt strange being back in the house, but with everyone gone. Y/N walked around, touching the walls and everything. Y/N walked upstairs and into the bedroom she once shared with Alma and closed the door behind her. Alma’s perfume hitting her like a smack in the face. The scent of smoke, flowers.

She pulled open the drawer and pulled out one of the dark blue lacy nightgowns and spelled. Alma. Y/N looked out the window. It was dark and it was raining. Y/N loved the rain. She walked over to the window and sat down by the window and opened it to listen to the rain and felt herself drift off into sleep.

***

Alma opened the door and walked in. How in the hell was the house still standing? She hadn’t reset the loop. She was wet and she was tired and drained. She quickly walked into the bathroom connected to her room and took a warm, long and hot shower. She wrapped the towel around herself and stepped out. Looking in the drawer for her nightgown but it wasn’t there. Alma turned her head to the figure she saw sitting by the window and nearly had a heart attack.

She grabbed her pillow and hit Y/N with it multiple times.

“You reckless little-“

“Alma, hey! Stop hitting me!”

“I have every right to be angry at you! I thought you were dead. For 7 years you’ve been gone and then you stop writing?!”

Y/N could see Alma’s cheeks turning red from anger. She stepped forward, grabbing the pillow out of Alma’s hands and kissed her knuckles. Which made Alma shut up.

“Why’d you do that to me, to the children.” Alma’s voice was on breaking point.

Y/N looked up, into those blue eyes. “I never meant to. I forgot to write-“ Alma cut her off with a snort.

“Of course you did.” Alma took the nightgown from Y/N and dropped her towel and put it on. Feeling Y/N’s eyes on her. It made her shiver. Then she felt arms wrapped around her waist and a soft kiss on her right shoulder. “I’ve missed you. Please don’t leave again.” She felt Y/N shake her head and turned around in her arms and kissed her lover on the lips softly. Nearly losing herself in her lover’s lips. Laughing softly after feeling Y/N’s hands tickle her sides.

“I hate you.”

“You love me birdy.”

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Dream Sequence - Act 2, Scene 4, Don’t Be That Way

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Ship: Severus Snape x Reader/OC

Story Summary: Your name is Gwendolyn Goode. You’re a bright Hufflepuff with a knack for potions, and this is the story of how an understanding and trust between yourself and Professor Severus Snape slowly evolves over the years into mentorship, friendship, and eventual romance.

Scene Summary: (POA) You contemplate the weather, while also contemplating your life choices. "Don't Be That Way" by Benny Goodman

Length: 3,278

Rating: T

Warnings: Language

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You really could have done without all this rain.

Since you had arrived back at Hogwarts, the weather had become increasingly drearier.  Bright summer sun had turned into gloomy overcast skies, eventually culminating into this rather magnificent storm on the evening of the Welcoming Feast.  Not that you didn’t love a good storm; there was nothing quite like curling up next to a large window with a cup of tea, watching the clouds and the rain and the lightning roll in, counting the seconds between the flash and the boom of thunder.  But the steady decline of the weather happened to be a direct reflection of your personal emotional state, and frankly, you didn’t appreciate being called out by Mother Nature like this.

You couldn’t afford to fall back into another depression.  You weren’t back home with your mum around to take care of you; you were on your own again, and had to figure out how to take care of yourself before you were tasked with the responsibility of looking after hundreds of young students in less than two weeks.  So, you had run away from your brutal disappointment and bitter frustrations by diving into your work.  You’d unpacked all of your trunks in less than two days, methodically emptying box after box, decorating your new living quarters and setting up your classroom in record time.  It had been a soothing sort of monotony, to take up an item and search for its new place in your new life, and it served to distract you for a time.  But once you had completed the task… it left you with far too much time on your hands.

When he had visited your home, Dumbledore had recommended you take the time to reacquaint yourself with the castle.  So, you’d done just that, familiarizing yourself with all of the floors and classrooms, from the astronomy tower to the dungeons.  Then you’d taken your explorations out onto the grounds, walking the fields and paths from the edge of the Dark Forest to the shore of the Black Lake.  Your ventures weren’t always solitary, either; occasionally you were accompanied by Mrs. Norris, who’d taken quite a fancy to you after your first teatime date with Mr. Filch (who you suspected had also taken quite a fancy to you).  Occasionally you would run into ghosts, receiving warm welcomes from both the Fat Friar and Sir Nicholas, and considerably colder greetings from the Grey Lady and the Bloody Barron.  And then, of course, Peeves had trapped you in the Owlery for nearly an hour, and it had taken sending a rather humiliating letter down to McGonagall before you were finally released.

Thankfully, more and more teachers started to trickle into the castle as the days crawled by.  You were both relieved and intimidated to find that the vast majority of the professors you would be working with were the very same professors who had taught you.  You were also a bit startled to find that many of them were actually thrilled to see you.  Your social calendar had been fuller in the past two weeks than it had been in the past two years.  And frankly you were very happy for it, because once again, it had given you something productive and positive to do with your time.  And all of the socializing was starting to slowly acclimate you back up to the surface, after days of feeling like you were drowning.

You’d had tea with Filius Flitwick, getting into a long conversation about founders’ magic, and the effect it had been having on you since you arrived.  You’d spent nearly an entire night up in the astronomy tower with Aurora Sinistra, gazing at stars and discussing the first flight of the space shuttle Endeavour early last May.  You’d been shocked to hear that Professor Kettleburn had finally thrown in the towel after all these years, but were elated when Hagrid told you that he would be taking up the post.  

And you’d had an exceptionally long and tear-filled chat with Pomona Sprout, spilling your guts about your time in Albania, the fallout with Belby, your strained relationship with Lawrence, and your anxiety over… um… becoming a teacher...  She’d been just as soothing and encouraging as she had been when she was your Head of House.  Just having her to lean on, to cry into her shoulder and have her embrace you like the grandmother you’d never had, had been incredibly comforting.  It was relieving to know that you had someone like that on your side, that you had someone you could confide in…  Even if you were avoiding telling her what was actually on your mind.

Because it had been two weeks since you’d actually spoken to Severus.  

Two weeks of awkward glances during staff meetings.  Two weeks of passing each other in the halls, unwilling or unable to say anything beyond a curt greeting.  It was absolute bloody torture, and it made you feel sick every time you lost another moment with him.  Because this wasn’t what you had wanted to happen…

And you really could have done without all this rain…

You should have been down in the Great Hall, socializing with the rest of the teachers as you waited for the Hogwarts Express to arrive for the Welcoming Feast.  You were supposed to be excited.  It was supposed to be thrilling!  But the thought of mulling about the teachers table for an hour beforehand sounded absolutely miserable.  So, you’d stolen away to the staffroom, planting yourself in a squashy arm chair and gazing out the high, arched windows as the storm crept ever closer.  

You really hoped the weather wasn’t setting the stage for the rest of the year.  It wasn’t like rain in Scotland was a big shocker or anything. But…  Well, you had made the mistake of paying a visit to Sybil Trelawney just this afternoon.  She was the only other past teacher of yours whom you hadn’t taken the time to catch up with since your arrival.  She’d welcomed you cheerfully enough; you hadn’t been super stellar at Divination, and hadn’t made it past your O.W.L.’s, but you’d always enjoyed her class, and she seemed to appreciate that you’d given it your best shot, even if your inner eye was nearsighted.  However, one cup of tea and a casual warning later, you weren’t feeling as optimistic as you had been after your talk with Sprout.  There had been a treacherous rat in your tea leaves, apparently, and she had told you to take caution in whom you placed your trust.  It had been a dreadful echo of something Severus had told you weeks ago… that you were entirely too trusting.  And he wasn’t even wrong.  It had gotten you in trouble before…  

You sighed as you placed your second warming charm on the cup of coffee you’d been nursing for the past half hour, not feeling too inclined towards tea any more today.  

The staffroom was dark; you’d extinguished the fire on the far end of the room once you’d acquired your coffee so you could watch the storm through the darkened windows.  The only light beyond came from the rapidly setting sun behind the clouds, and the nearly full moon that was looming above them. That was one thing you actually were looking forward to tonight; meeting the new Defense professor.  You hoped he would be well enough to attend the feast.  If he’d undergone his transformation without the aid of Wolfsbane potion last night… you knew that the recovery time for an average transformation was not swift, and he would likely be at least lethargic, if he hadn’t been outright injured by the ordeal.  You were still befuddled as to why he’d decided not to arrive to the castle early, before the moon.  Then maybe you could have at least gotten in a practice run before the next moon at the end of the month.

Your quiet introspection about werewolves and tealeaves was interrupted by the staffroom door creaking open, the light from the hallway beyond slicing a path across the darkened room to land on you.  You squinted against the brightness as you leaned over the arm of your chair, disgruntled that your hiding place had finally been discovered.  But your disappointment was replaced with a pang of apprehension as you recognized the silhouette carved out by the light beyond the door frame.

“There you are,” Severus sighed as he stepped into the staffroom, allowing the door to swing shut behind him and plunging the room back into darkness.  Your eyes complained at the back and forth between light and dark, but it wasn’t long before you were shrouded in the much softer light of Severus’ Lumos charm.  You smiled meekly as he approached, the glow from his wand illuminating his own impassive features, but you were pleased to find one questioning eyebrow raised.  

“Were you looking for me?” you asked innocently, genuinely curious (hopeful) if he had been.  He hadn’t paid much attention to you at all for the past few weeks.  Or so it had appeared.  Though to be fair, you hadn’t made much of an effort to seek him out, either.  You figured that you both had just needed a little time…  Some distance couldn’t hurt, given the current circumstances.  (Except that it did hurt.  It hurt so fucking much.  You had waited for years to see him again and now…)

“As a matter of fact, yes I was,” he stated, his eyes jumping from your cup of coffee, to your legs tucked up on the arm chair, then over to the empty fireplace.  “Why are you sitting alone in the dark?” he asked plainly, and you made an affronted little noise as his gaze turned back to you. Like Mr. Dungeon Bat had any room to talk about how anyone should spend their time in the dark!

But you merely shrugged as you leaned back against the plush comfort of your chair, pulling your eyes away from him to stare out the window.  The rain was pelting against the glass now, and beyond the shimmer of water cascading down the glass, you could see the swaying trees of the forest, and the white capped waves off of the lake.  A streak of lightning illuminated the whole room, followed seconds later by its rumble of thunder.  “I was watching the storm,” you explained simply, retrieving your mug of coffee from the window sill and taking a deliberate sip from its cold contents.

Severus stared, the light from his Lumos charm shifting as he crossed his arms over his chest disapprovingly.  “You should be in the Great Hall by now,” he chastised, and for a brief moment, you got the disappointing impression that he has been looking for you on someone else’s orders…  But then he surprised you by sliding into the brown leather chair that was situated across from you, setting his still lit wand down on the window sill as he gazed out through the darkened window himself.  You stared at him this time, your eyebrows creeping up your forehead, and he glanced towards you before waving his hand dismissively. “The Hogwarts Express has been delayed,” he explained, and you frowned at the news.  That didn’t sound good…  “We received word that the Dementors deemed it fit to search the entire train before allowing it to pass into Hogsmeade.  Albus in livid.”

Oh, yeah.  Definitely not good.  “Jesus… I can imagine,” you murmured, staring down into your coffee cup, suddenly not feeling very inclined to finish it.  You placed it back on the window sill with a soft sigh.  You’d actually forgotten about the Dementors.  They would be arriving tonight as well...  You had only ever read about them, but reading about werewolves hadn’t exactly made you any more prepared to deal with them either. Were they the cause of this hideous weather?  “They’re taking this Sirius Black business pretty seriously, huh?”  It was a stupid thing to say, because duh.  But you were grasping at straws, for anything to say to keep him near.  Keep him talking.  This was the most he’d spoken to you in weeks…

But perhaps you had said the wrong thing.  In the diminishing light of the Lumos charm, you saw his face twist into a rictus scowl that had you taken aback.  “As they should,” he spat, the vehemence behind his words causing you to stiffen. “He’s a dangerous murderer, and he deserves what he’s got coming to him.”  He was still facing the window, his chin in his palm and his elbow propped up on the armrest, but you could feel the loathing radiating off of him in waves.  And it was… startling.  He was usually so controlled.  Or at least he had been when you were a student.  But this was the second time he’d become seriously angry at the mere mention of a name since you’d returned, and it was alarming.  You knew that Black was indeed a dangerous man, but most people spoke of him with fear or disgust.  But what Severus seemed to harbor was true hatred, and you had to wonder if there was something else behind that detestation…  You’d never given it much thought, but you knew Severus would have been a young man during the First Wizarding War.  Had Black killed someone Severus had been close to...? Had You-Know-Who…?

Once upon a time, you might have been able to pluck up the courage to ask him just that.  But now you were hesitant, staring across the empty space between you, unsure if you were allowed to ask him personal questions any more.  He’d been so distant since he’d left your room that morning two weeks ago, both of you holding on to silent promises from the other.  You understood why he may have wanted to distance himself, to keep you at arm’s length.  But you’d spent years chipping away at his defenses, rewarded with just the barest peek inside.  And you weren’t about to let him just seal the crack you’d made without putting up a fight.  How were you supposed to learn more about him, if he was just going to shut you out?

“Hey, Severus?” you asked suddenly, starting up in your chair with a sudden jolt.  He pulled his attention away from the window now, his face a smooth mask once again as he turned to face you, resting his cheek against his knuckles.  Though... not that smooth.  The line between his brows had deepened, and there was an inexplicable softness around his eyes… It was an expression you were unfortunately familiar with.  Concern, and beneath that… regret.  It was the look he gave you when he realized that he was the cause of your suffering. And it broke your heart.

“Can…” You paused, trying to formulate the best way to make your request.  But you knew that the only way to properly communicate what you needed to say, was to simply be honest.  “Can things stop being weird, between us?” you asked quietly, a sad, rueful smile pulling at your lips.  You hadn’t come this far together, to pretend like you didn’t even know each other anymore.  You hadn’t waited three fucking years to come back Hogwarts just to be denied the chance to be close to him again.  You had accepted that you couldn’t have what you desired just yet.  But why did that mean you couldn’t have anything at all in the meantime?  “I miss you,” you admitted softly, your eyes falling down to your lap as you fidgeted absently with the hem of your broomstick skirt.  “And I just want to go back to the way things were before…”

Rain continued to patter against the window pane, though it seemed to be slowing down now.  The thunder and lightning had thinned out as well, taking longer between flashes and booms through the sky.  As the storm droned on outside, the silence within the staffroom felt oppressive, leaving so much empty space for panic to start setting in. But it was also a familiar sort of tension.  Like how you used to feel waiting outside of his office door for him to come retrieve you. Or how he would wait for you to make eye contact with him before he…

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you finally lifted your eyes to meet his, and the subtle smirk curling the corner of his lip was utterly maddening.  He’d been doing it since you were a girl, making sure he had your full attention before giving you his answer.  It was like clockwork, and just like that, the tension snapped.  You were snickering into the back of your hand, and he was lounging back in his chair, looking ever so smugly satisfied.  And the overwhelming relief that came with being back to normal was palpable.  

“Smartass,” you muttered, wiping your eyes with the heel of your hand, and it was his turn to bark out a laugh.  Yes. God.  You drank in the sound like nourishment, regretting the lack of a fire because you wanted to see it too.  But it was still lingering on his lips as he reached toward the window sill and reclaimed his wand, the Lumos charm suddenly flashing back to full strength. You both took a few moments, simply staring at one another in the soft light of magic that circled you.  Your own mirth petered out, and his face had relaxed to something passing for contented.

“I think I can manage that,” he answered finally, holding one hand out for yours.  You stared down at it, at those long, elegant fingers you’d been so shamefully obsessed with as a girl, and you made no hesitation as you slipped your hand into his, taking his invitation and allowing him to help haul you to your feet.  But as you came to stand beside him, that contentment on his face seemed to harden, and you felt your heart flutter in your throat with fear as he asked, “Can you?”

You frowned slightly at this, and dropped you gaze as you stared down between the both of you.  It was… a legitimate question.  You couldn’t just pretend your feelings didn’t exist. They were out in the open now, and even the distance of the last few weeks had done nothing to dampen them. But you knew, or at least, you hoped, that he felt the same way…  So maybe you couldn’t go back to exactly the way things were before.  But you could at least make the effort.  You’d agreed to take things slow, to give him the time that he needed to… work out whatever it was that needed working out.  

You smiled sadly as you slipped your hand out of his, crossing your arms under your chest instead as you nodded.  “I’ll… do my best,” you promised him quietly.  And you would…  But you would use the time that he needed to your own advantage as well.  You would strive to know him better.  You would facilitate the bridges you’d already built between you in order to build new ones, and you would prove to him that it was safe to let you in.  

You smiled sadly again as you felt a broad, warm hand settle onto the small of your back, and you leaned into it as you were quietly led to the staffroom door.  It certainly wasn’t going to be easy.  But you took comfort know that… you weren’t the only one who was going to have a difficult time keeping your hands to yourself. 

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The 2018 Joe Shuster Award Nominations

The nominations for the 2018 Joe Shuster Awards have been announced this week.  Commonly nickednamed “The Shusters”, they are Canada’s national comic book awards that honours and raises the awareness of Canadians that create, self-publish and sell comic books, digital comics and graphic novels.

The award winners will be chosen by a jury vote to ensure every nominee is given adequate consideration.

The ceremony will take place at the Montreal Comic Con July 6-8, 2018 at the Palais des congrès, Montreal, QC.

And the nominees are:

Webcomics Creator / Créateur de Bandes Dessinées Web

BOUMERIES – BOUM

MENAGE A 3 – GISELE LAGACE, DAVID LUMSDON (adult content)

SUBNORMALITY – WINSTON ROWNTREE

BUN TOONS – TY TEMPLETON

STRANGEBEARD – KELLY TINDALL

TRUE PATRIOT PRESENTS #2-6 – VARIOUS

RAGMOP – ROB WALTON

Writer / Scénariste

ED BRISSON – IRON FIST 1-7, 73, BULLSEYE 1-3, CABLE 150, OLD MAN LOGAN 25-29 (MARVEL COMICS)

MEREDITH FINCH – ROSE 1-6 (IMAGE COMICS), CATWOMAN: ELECTION NIGHT 1(DC COMICS)

JEFF LEMIRE – DEATH OF X 3-4, EXTRAORDINARY X-MEN 16-20, IVX 1-6, MOON KNIGHT 8-14, OLD MAN LOGAN 13-24, THANOS 1-12 (MARVEL COMICS), BLOODSHOT REBORN 0, BLOODSHOT SALVATION 1-4, BLOODSHOT USA 4(VALIANT COMICS), BLACK HAMMER 7-13, GIANT-SIZED ANNUAL 1, SHERLOCK FRANKENSTEIN AND THE LEGION OF EVIL 1-3 (DARK HORSE COMICS), DESCENDER 18-25 (IMAGE COMICS), HAWKMAN FOUND 1 (DC COMICS)

CHIP ZDARSKY – DR. STRANGE 1.MU, PETER PARKER – THE SPECTACULAR SPIDER-MAN 1-5, STAR-LORD 1-6, ANNUAL 1 (MARVEL COMICS) HARLEY QUINN 25TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL (DC COMICS)

JIM ZUB – AVENGERS 1.MU, SECRET EMPIRE UNITED 1, THUNDERBOLTS 7-12, UNCANNY AVENGERS 25-28, ZOMBIES ASSEMBLE 1-3, 0, ZOMBIES ASSEMBLE 2 1-2 (w/Yusako Komiyama) (MARVEL COMICS), GLITTERBOMB: THE FAME GAME 1-4, WAYWARD 21-25 (IMAGE COMICS), DUNGEONS & DRAGONS: FROST GIANT’S FURY 3-5 (IDW) FREELANCE 1-4 (w/Andrew Wheeler) (CHAPTERHOUSE)

Cover Artist / Dessinateur Couvertures

MICHAEL CHO – DC Comics, Marvel Comics

MIKE DEL MUNDO – Marvel Comics

DALE KEOWN – Marvel Comics, DC Comics

MIKAEL – Dargaud

DJIBRIL MORISSETTE-PHAN – Chapterhouse, Image Comics

JULIE ROCHELEAU – Casterman

FIONA STAPLES – Image Comics

Artist / Dessinateur

MIKE DEL MUNDO – THE AVENGERS 1-6, 9-11, MIGHTY THOR 700 (MARVEL COMICS)

DAVID FINCH – BATMAN 16-20, 24 (DC COMICS)

STUART IMMONEN – AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 25-31, 789, MARVEL LEGACY 1 (MARVEL COMICS), EMPRESS 7 (ICON/MARVEL COMICS)

RAMON PEREZ – JANE (ARCHAIA), NOVA 1-5, 7, GENERATIONS: MILES MORALES SPIDER-MAN, PETER PARKER SPIDER-MAN 1 (MARVEL COMICS)

JULIE ROCHELEAU – BETTY BOOB (CASTERMAN)

FIONA STAPLES – SAGA 42-48 (IMAGE COMICS)

Cartoonist / Auteur

MICHEL FALARDEAU – L’ESPRIT DU CAMP (STUDIO LOUNAK)

RON KASMAN – THE TOWER OF COMIC BOOK FREAKS (CALIBER COMICS)

JEFF LEMIRE – ROUGHNECK (GALLERY 13), ROYAL CITY 1-8 (IMAGE COMICS)

LORNA MAPA – DURAN DURAN, IMELDA MARCOS AND ME (CONUNDRUM PRESS)

JOE OLLMANN – THE ABOMINABLE MR. SEABROOK (DRAWN+QUARTERLY)

STEVE SKROCE – MAESTROS 1-3 (IMAGE COMICS)

JILLIAN TAMAKI – BOUNDLESS (DRAWN+QUARTERLY)

FRANCOIS VIGNEAULT – TITAN (POW POW)

ANNE VILLENEUVE – UNE LONGUE CANICULE (MECANIQUE GENERALE)

Gene Day Award (Self-Publishers) / Prix Gene Day (Auto-éditeurs)

Named after the late Howard Eugene Day (1951-1982), this award honours Canadian comic book creators or creative teams who self-published their work but did not have the books distributed by a third party such as Diamond Comic Distributors, Inc. The nominees were selected from individual publications submitted for review before the deadline of May 13th, 2017.

This year the award will be split into two categories:

Single Creator/Creative Team:

GLADIASAURS, BEAVER DAMN 1 – A. SHAY HAHN (C)

FEAST OF FIELDS – MOR: PART 1 – SEAN KAREMAKER (C)

DEAD CHARLIE T.3: LES AMAZONES DE VENUS – THIERRY LABROSSE (C)

WHERE IS ZORG?, WRESTLEMON – JEFF MARTIN (C)

HEROES OF HOMEROOM C – ANTHONY RUTTGAIZER (W) w/ Carlos Granda (A)

FIR VALLEY – JASON TURNER (C)

MARIE AND THE WORRYWART, MAGICAL BEATDOWN VOL.2 – JENN WOODALL (C)

(C)=Cartoonist, (A)=Artist, (W)=Writer

Anthology Format:

HOGTOWN HORROR – BOOK DESIGN AND LAYOUT BY TIM LAI (HOGTOWN COMICS)

MOONSHOT: THE INDIGENOUS COMICS COLLECTION VOL. 2 – EDITED BY HOPE NICHOLSON (AH COMICS)

RAID.ONE – EDITED BY ROB COUGHLER AND RAMON PEREZ (RAID STUDIO)

READ MORE COMICS 3 – DAVID CRAIG, JAMES SPENCER AND ROBB MIRSKY (READMORECOMIX.COM)

YONGE AT HEART – EDITED BY STEVE ANDREWS, AARON FELDMAN, ALLISON O’TOOLE (TORONTO COMICS)

Harry Kremer Award (Retailers) / Prix Harry Kremer (Détaillants)

Named after the Harry Kremer, the original owner of Now & Then Books (in Kitchener, Ontario). The CCBCAA maintains a list of active comic book stores across the country and a database of recommendations, referrals and secret shopper reports.

ALPHA COMICS – CALGARY, ALBERTA

COMIC READERS – REGINA, SASKATCHEWAN

DOWNTOWN COMICS – ST. JOHN’S, NEWFOUNDLAND

GOTHAM CENTRAL – MISSISSAUGA, ONTARIO

LIBRAIRIE Z – MONTREAL, QUEBEC

TAZMANIAN COMICS – VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA

TITAN GAMING AND COLLECTIBLES – WHITEHORSE, YUKON

The Dragon Award (Comics for Kids) / Le Prix Dragon (Bandes Dessinées pour Enfants)

This award recognizes the works which capture the attention and fascination of young readers, and help to create a passion for life-long reading. Works considered for this award are comic books and graphic novels by Canadian creators that are targeted at readers 14 and under. Nominees for this award are selected by a team of educators led by Jennifer Haines, MA, B.Ed., who is also the proprietor of Guelph, Ontario’s The Dragon comic book shop.

Nominees List Pending 

The T.M. Maple Award / Prix T.M. Maple

The T.M. Maple Award will go to someone (living or deceased) selected from the Canadian comics community for achievements made outside of the creative and retail categories who have had a positive impact on the community.

2018 Recipient: MARK ASKWITH (1956-)

Producer, writer, interviewer (and sometime-publisher/editor), and a familiar name in the fields of science fiction and comics.

Canadian Comic Book Creator Hall of Fame / Temple de la renommée Créateur Canadien de Bandes Dessinées

SID BARRON (1917-2006) 

JACQUES GOLDSTYN aka BORIS (1958-) 

DAVID BOSWELL (1953-) 

TOM GRUMMETT (1959-)

2018 sponsors include:

The Dragon

All New Comics

The Comic Legends Legal Defense Fund (CLLDF)

Montreal Comic Con

About The Joe Shuster Awards

Established in 2004, The Joe Shuster Awards are Canada’s national award recognizing outstanding achievement in the creation of comic books, graphic novels and webcomics. The awards are named after pioneering Toronto-born artist Joe Shuster who, along with writer Jerry Siegel, created the iconic super-powered hero, Superman. The name is used with the approval of the Estate of Joe Shuster – Michael Catron, Estate Agent.

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Mr Barron x Spouse!Ymbryne!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Reader has a serious talk with Barron. Love and fear collide, and you win.

Warnings: Angst, referencing the killing of peculiar children

"And what about me?" I ask, courage rising to the top as i turn round to see him walking to the door, having thought our conversation was over. Having thought I was feeling more timid, then I am. And almost any other day he would've been right. He could have told me his plans and I would have quietly let him walk away- I would have packed up myself and the kids quietly that night and left the country without looking him in the eye.

And I'd count the days until he found us, knowing I'd kill him the same way.

But it seems my oats were laced with adrenaline this morning, and I'm rooted to the spot but my tongue is sharp.

He stops, turns around carefully, and tilts his head; A look of deep confusion on his face. Its almost funny. "Wh- I'm sorry, what?" He asks, rather bluntly.

My brows quirk up my forehead, prompting him to buck up. I need to know. Now. Please, he must love me enough to give me a head start, at least. Surely... "Will you kill me too, eventually?"

Immediately he comes forward, and his hands come for me, and I'm too weak- to back up. My words may be ready to fight but my body isn't, not when he cups my face and those familiar eyes are so earnest, so sincere, so surprised.

Why he would be surprised by my words, I have no clue.

"No," He pleads, trying to make me believe him. Pressing his forehead to mine, he traces the pads of his thumbs across my temples. "No, never. Not you... Godamnit, Y/N, you're special, you're important... I love you... I could never hurt you... " I almost do, because I desperately want to. I want to believe he truly loves me enough to keep me safe from all this, his greed and his curiosity. Because I deeply love him...

But I cant believe him. I cant believe that he could possibly have a separate part of him... for me. That he could separate me and my all this in his brain... I must believe that eventually, he would get desperate and they would merge, and I would get destroyed. Even if it was true and by some miracle his intentions towards me were entirely pure, I cant afford to. I have my kids to focus on, and their survival depends on me believing that he's totally, and irreversibly evil... from every, crevice.

"And my kids?" As I was thinking, hardening my heart towards him, I had removed my gaze from his; Looked down. But now I flick my eyes back up to his, and watch the inevitable wobble.

And inevitable, it is. He hesitates, holding eye contact for a good moment but looking more as if he were on the defensive... rather then if he were about to assure me.

"Uh- Uh... U-U-Um, well-" He looks away and I take in a deep breath, pulling away from him. "We- Well Y/N, come on, Spitfire, I- I, I have to do this. Hey, I promise if I don't have to, I wont come near your kids. But I... well, I... "

"You cant promise me that if have to, you wont." I finish for him, stepping back entirely. Entering new air, air that isn't suffocated by him. Theirs venom in my voice clear as day and it makes him look at me different, a trace of poison entering his eyes as well.

"Look, Y/N... " He comes forward again, and I back up but he follows me all the way to the wall. I take a deep breath, shoulders rising, as he comes in close again but I don't look away- or back down. This is about my kids! I cant afford to be weak right now, despite my heart beating frantically in my chance. "I've worked too hard for this. The plan is in motion... I cant just go oops! Nevermind!" His voice is gentle, but deadly and mocking, and I narrow your eyes at him for it. Which he shrugs at, careless. "Sorry."

I peer up into his eyes now, searching for even a trace of good. Something other then apathy and greed... But I know its not there. "You really want this that much? You want to live forever no matter the cost?"

A forced grin is pasted to his lips, then. "Well, almost." And his hands land on my waist.

My eyes flash, looking from those to his eyes. "Oh, no." He doesn't love me enough to save my kids- my life- but he loves me enough to want to keep me? How dare he-

"Come on... "He tilts his head, apparently all-too-comfortable in his evil. "Where'd my timid little Spitfire go?"

I'm still here, my love whispers. I'm scared to death, my fear screams, as well. Even my anger growls out a gravelly I don't have the luxury right now. But my heartbreak is what gets to my tongue first.

"Where did my husband, go?"

At that, he seems to sober up a little bit; Straightening his shoulders from the dangerous hunched way they sat leaning over me before, and flashing me a cautious look. As if telling me to watch myself.

I touched a nerve.

"He's right goddamn here, cant you see 'em?"

I'm reaching up to his hair before I even realise it, threading my fingers through the crazy white strands. "I see him... " I say softly, seeing his eyes soften as well in my peripheral vision. His shoulders relaxing as my hands land carefully on them, the material of his coat rough under my touch. "... But I you have to understand... " I plead this time, exchanging that crucial eye contact with him for what could be, hopefully is, the last time. Because if it happens again, one of us will have to kill the other and I don't want that. "I cant be with him."

Then I transform, before his grip can clamp down on me and keep me there- growing out my wings and shrinking down in stature, and hearing him shout a curse before I fly right out the window.