#Muse: Officer James Street

[avictimofthejazz]

A Dinner Invitation--Melody & Street

@timeguardians (Melody)

Continued from Here

At the young woman’s annoyed shout, followed by her flustered reaction and impulsive move to slam the door in his face, Street almost regretted his choice to come here. Maybe he had misread the situation, and she wanted nothing more to do with him—her hovering at the scene had been nothing more then a typical stress reaction, and not an indication of anything else. It would not be the first time he misread a woman’s social cues after all… though admittedly, he was usually pretty sharp at recognizing when a woman was annoyed with him, or wanted an excuse to leave. Diane had taught him those in spades. Then she abruptly relaxed, inviting him to say his piece. As he did, he felt safe in assuming that the red tint on her cheeks had definitely not come from irritation.

At her shy confession that she had just followed her own instincts, he shook his head faintly. “Miss, there’s a big difference between pulling someone out of the water, and inserting yourself as an active participate during a hostage crisis in which you’re one of the hostages. It took a lot of guts, and you saved me from getting killed or being used against my own team. If a SWAT officer gets taken hostage… well… that makes everything more complicated, and more dangerous. So, a ‘thank you’ is the least I can do.” Her shy question about staying in touch startles him slightly, but then he ducks his head. “If you want me too, Miss Buchanan, but I wouldn’t want to impose. I don’t think your boyfriend would like it very much.” Street has no proof that she has a boyfriend… but he cannot imagine a lifeguard as pretty as she is being without at least one guy dancing attendance… probably a few of them if he is being honest. She’s too pretty and gutsy to be single. As he goes to take his leave, and rejoin Deke before the Sargent becomes too suspicious, her order to pause brings him up short. Tilting his head curiously at her, he waits to see what she has to say… but her words fail her. Instead, she closes the distance between them and places a soft kiss against his cheek. As she steps back again, embarrassedly dropping her eyes away from him, he smiles. “It was nice to see you too, Miss Buchanan. Um…” Clearing his throat, he runs his fingers along the brim of his hat. “If it wouldn’t be an imposition, and if your partner doesn’t mind, could I take you to dinner one of these nights? Or take both of you?” He offers, hoping he has made it clear that he just wants to thank her, and is not trying to break up any preexisting relationship she might already be in.

[iloveitxwhenaplanxcomestogether]

[kiwi2229]

Bill me

(James Potter / Regulus Black / Lily Evans | 570 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Dress

It was a sunny day and all three of them were walking on the street, every now and then stopping by the shopping windows to look in. James made sure he would comment on every piece of clothing or jewellery. Lily on the other hand didn’t spend much time looking until she stopped in front of one shop with a summer dress on the display.

“Lily, you would look great in it,” James says sincerely.

“Definitely.” Regulus agrees. “Do you want to go in and try it?”

“I can’t just go in and try it. The shop looks expensive.” Lily says but her gaze lingers a little too long on the dress. Regulus smiles knowingly.

“It’s fine.” He says and opens the door for both of them. He lets them enter first and closes the door behind them. As soon as the cashier spots them, she hurries to greet them. “Good afternoon, Mr. Black.”

James and Lily immediately turn toward Regulus with confused looks. “Hello,” Regulus answers.

“Please, have a seat. Vincent is in the office; I will call him for you.” The cashier gestures towards the sofa.

“Who is Vincent?” Lily asks.

“The owner.” Regulus shrugs and links their arms so he can lead her to the sofa. James has an amused expression on his face and when they pass him, he wraps an arm around Regulus’ waist and whispers to him.

“Of course, you know the owner, you pretentious git.”

Regulus gives him an unimpressed look. “I shop here.”

James laughs out loud. “Of course, you do.”

“Oi, what does that supposed to mean?” Regulus asks but James’ answer is disturbed by the entrance of Vincent, an older-looking Italian man with his hair slicked back.

“Mr. Black.” He comes towards Regulus, and they shake hands. “I hope you are having a great day. What can I do for you?”

Regulus sits down on the sofa, tugging James right next to him. “My beautiful girlfriend would like to try the summer dress you have in the window.”

Vincent looks towards Lily. “Excellent choice, Ma'am. It’s our new collection. It arrived just two days ago.” He gestures to the door behind him suggesting Lily should follow him. The girl looks back nervously to her boyfriends but both of them nod in reassurance.

When Lily comes out James and Regulus can only stare. Because she looks like a goddess. The dress fits her perfectly. But the most beautiful is the look on Lily’s face when she sees herself in the mirror. Regulus can tell she loves it.

“Lils, you look amazing. They are perfect for you.” James says and Regulus can only nod. Lily blushes and goes back to the room to take them off.

“We should have a picnic date, Reg. Lily would wear this dress and you can braid flowers in her hair.” James says and presses a quick kiss to Regulus’ hair.

“Sure. This Saturday?”

“Great. I will cook for us.” James muses and rest his cheek on Regulus’ shoulder.

“Did you like them?” Vincent asks as soon as Lily comes back.

“Yeah. How much do they cost?” She asks.

Before Vincent can answer Regulus is already standing up, holding his hand towards James to help him. “Doesn’t matter. Send the bill and the dress to my address as usual. That will be all. Thank you, Vincent.” And without another word, he leads them out of the store with satisfied smirk.

[ddagent]

If you're still taking prompts and this sparks inspiration:

Aziraphale and Crowley are rival spies who always end up getting in each other's way. Crowley takes one look at Aziraphale - his kind smile, his friendly demeanour - and figures he can eliminate him pretty easily. But he fails and fails and fails again until he eventually realises that he may not want to succeed.

Aziraphale/Crowley | Spy AU | FR15 | 2,797 words     Crowley has been tasked to eliminate the agent known as 'The Angel'. An easy assignment. Or so he thinks. I hope you enjoy!

Crowley knew the Angel, of course. They had run into each other, very briefly, back when he was still working for HQ. The Angel had been effervescent, easily excitable. There had been talk that he had dropped his firearm during an exercise on the shooting range and had spilled a full cup of tea on some classified documents. Crowley had, therefore, been highly surprised to see the Angel’s name pop up on several reports after he had begun working for the Underground. They’ve just recycled the codenames, he thought, especially after he ran into an HQ agent with the codename Starmaker. There’s no way this is the same man.

But, sitting in the front seat of his Bentley after poring over the file that had found itself onto the passenger seat, Crowley realised it was the same man. The Angel. Blond hair, blue eyes. Giddy expression and ridiculous bowtie. Crowley scoffed. This would take an afternoon. Barely an afternoon. Crowley wouldn’t be half surprised if the man tripped over his own shoelace and eliminated himself. Easy. He could then relax, having eliminated an important HQ agent, and spend some downtime sleeping, watering his plants, and scrolling through the latest offerings on YouTube.

Easy.

Continue Reading at AO3

[bafflement]

Deaged Oz AU - Evacuating Mantle

"NO, James." Tip was very adamant. "If Mantle needs to be evacuated, I will be there to help the others get everybody out. I know you've ordered the evacuation, but there will be people who won't listen to you. I can't let them die!"

"It's too dangerous, Oz. A Schnee in Mantle is asking for trouble and you're still only eleven. What if you get jumped?"

"... if you honestly believe me to be less than the equal of anyone I am likely to face on the streets of Mantle, James, then we need to have a rather different conversation. I am not, in fact, defenceless. Besides, I'll be going with most of team RWBY, Nora, Jaune, Qrow and Oscar. I won't be alone for long enough for them to attempt to snatch me again."

"Salem already grabbed you once!"

"Yes, and yet I got away, thanks in part to the help of others around me. It is far too soon for her to try that again, we both tend to think more in decades than years and it has been barely a month. Besides, I won't be unconscious this time."

"I don't like this, Oz..." Ironwood sounded rather defeated, though. He knew when he'd lost and he also knew that his approval rate was through the floor.

"... I will be alright. I have no desire to die doing this, James... but everybody we can save must be saved, all lives are important."

Ironwood sighed, deeply. "Be aware I will be actively tracking you. At least Weiss will not be joining you, but still... please be careful, my friend."

Tip just nodded, looking grave and left the office without waiting to be dismissed. He glanced at the others, all gathered waiting for the answer and inclined his head. Operation rescue mission was officially a go. He could feel Qrow move into a supporting position beside him and quirked a quick, grateful grin up at him. Qrow always knew when he needed comfort and he certainly did right now.

"So, what's the plan, Pocketsized? Winter and Weiss aren't going, are you planning to disguise yourself, or..."

"Most people have a specific image of what a Schnee resembles, Qrow. I don't quite match that, after all."

"No, but your image has been shared... at least consider that hair dye again?"

Tip pulled a face. *I... don't have it anymore. It was left behind in the rush of leaving Mistral."

Qrow just stared at him, eyes narrow. "Left behind by accident, or deliberately?"

"I dislike having pink hair, Qrow. Besides, that would probably also be an admittance under these circumstances. I could easily find a hooded cloak though?"

"... good enough. But you go nowhere alone, Pocketsized... I mean it. If you're not with me, you're with one of the others. Oscar, too. I suspect both of you will be targets by now."

"... understood. But we really do need to go."

Finding a hooded cloak was easy enough, even if it was brown as opposed to his usual green. The change in color might even be to his benefit, he mused, glancing down at the white shirt and dark pants with something approaching satisfaction. There wasn't so much as a hint of green anywhere on his current clothing, though he still bore both Old Regrets and The Long Memory, there wasn't a chance he'd go out into Mantle unarmed.

Shrugging, the party set out, taking a bullhead down to Mantle and fanning out to try to locate survivors. True to his word, Tip went nowhere alone, always accompanied by at least one other member of the team. He sighed though, there weren't really enough of them to make shadowing him particularly sustainable.

Most of those they found in the partially deserted streets listened to their pleas to evacuate well enough, One or two of the more desperate looking Faunus seemed disinclined to listen to Humans, but when Blake pleaded, they moved quickly enough. All was going well.

Rather too well, considering Qrow's semblance. A rather well appointed building, outside the norm for the sector they were walking, contained an old man who seemed very vaguely familiar. He stared at Tip through rheumy blue eyes and only shook his head.

"Sir, we need to to move. Atlas is coming down and it will fall on you if you don't leave!"

"Hello, Winter. Tell your father he owes me a drink, would you?" The old man chuckled. "What need do the dead have to move?"

Tip stared at him, even as Jaune tried to reason with him too.

"Prism, too? Why this is certainly a good welcome."

"... Prism? That's dad's name, I... who are you?"

But Tip had worked it out, wincing. "You'd be Hawke Winchester, correct? What are you doing down here? Your son would be devastated if you died..."

"You're dead, little Winter. Seeing you here means I must be, too..."

"I... no, sir. I'm Tip. Wintertip Pine. I'm not... you need to move!"

The old man continued to babble until Tip, mindful of their time limit, carefully hit him in the head with his cane. Nora lifted the unconscious body back to their bullhead and lay him gently on one of the couches.

"One of us needs to stay here. Pocketsized? We can probably move quicker without you, you've done enough."

"And if he wakes and thinks I'm a ghost again?"

"You're the adult, technically, Tip. Work it out!"

[overnightheartbeats]

📸 / soph!

Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s) // @erstwhles

Brunch with his girl. Always trying to impress her with his restaurant picks, and she seemed to approve of the outdoor space, which is a huge win for him! James would definitely post this later on instagram, just to show her off.

This picture was taken after a long day of being out. James obviously suggested doing one more activity because he refused to let the day end, and he got this picture of her reaction to his suggestion. One of his favorite pictures though, Sophia looks stunning!

Weekend trip! The moment he got some free time, he planned a trip for them to get away from everything and be on their own for a few days. James surprised himself how quickly time flew by, and yet it didn't feel like enough time with her. This picture was taken after they dressed up for a dinner reservation, and decided to ditch it last minute to go watch the sunset instead! They drove to a small shop down the street and got some late night bites instead. They even stopped on the way to buy some sandals at a random store because their original shoes were a bit uncomfortable. He had to take the picture to commemorate the perfect evening, one of his favorite memories.

Rooftop bar, late-night drinks. The night was interrupted by a quick call, and he was only slightly annoyed (ironic given how many interruptions are his fault,) but he couldn't help snapping a quick picture of her. When he looked back at the photo, the irritation faded. She looked so happy, how had he gotten so lucky?

Lunch date! And of course, she stopped by his office to get him, which he absolutely loves. Before they headed out, James had to get this picture because he's still in awe of how beautiful Sophia is. Yep yep, he's in deep.

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Thursday 6 August 1835

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no kiss bit last night caught two bugs on A- this morning told Lady S- and V- yesterday morning of the table I had seen at Howell and James’s and asked them to go and look at it - they liked it very much but recommended a workbox the one at 9 guineas - Lady S- would not hear of the table - far too much to give - so said V- but the table beautiful - enough - determined to give it without more ado - Had Hutton the tailor at 9 to alter the fit of A-s’ habit and shorten the skirt - Lady Georgiana Fane considered the best rider - St George’s riding school (near the park?) considered the best - recommends Ashmead, 6 mount street, Berkley square for travelling caps - wrote the following to ‘the honourable Miss Stuart 3 Carlton terrace’ to be put into the table - ‘my dear Charlotte I am delighted to have seen you so happy - among the various forms of congratulation that are pouring in upon you, I have certainly not chosen the most portable - but may it be useful, and may it now and then remind you of my affectionate interest in your welfare, and that I hope to see you even happier some years hence, than you are now - affectionately yours. A Lister 26 Dover street Thursday morning’ - had thought last night what to write and composed the latter half of the above while dress this morning post horses again and A- and I out at 10 ½ to 1 ½ - drove immediately to Howell and James’s bought and paid for the table put the above note into it - it was to be done up and cleaned and sent in the curse of 3 or 4 hours - then to Colnaghi’s and then the trouble of the world (our postboy not knowing London and John (Clarke) being raw and dull) to find Baldwin’s gardens (Gray’s Inn Lane) where we expected to find the central national school - a dirty place - a mere parish national school shortly to be given up being too expense - the school master and mistress (man and wife) have £110 a year salary allowed - Mr and Mrs Edward Trot - she on hearing our errand caught at it, and would be glad to be engaged - both of them looked dirty particularly the wife - he might have done for us - but did not like the look of her without cap - glad to get away - then drove to the Herald’s college St Bennets’ hill near St Paul’s - much difficulty to find it - our postboy knows nowhere - the entrance in a narrow street - very bad turning into the cour - 2 officers of the college there ready to answer inquiries - the one who was chief speaker who gave his address and to whom we are to write (gave my own address) was ‘Mr Rogers Harrison Herald’s college Doctors commons’ - began by asking my own pedigree hoped that Mr Radcliffe their Rouge Croix had done all right - his [?] conduct had alarmed his friends in the north - yes! all right but the deaths should be entered - I must write and give the dates, and sign in verifications of the same on my next coming to London - asked Mr Harrison to make out the connection with the Ribblesdales and any other connection he could - then asked about the arms of Walker and set A- to work - the arms borne by the W-s of Waterclough argent a chevron sable changed with 3 garbs or not be found under the name of W- but the Crownest W- arms evidently the original arms of W- varied in many ways - A- to make out what she can and send it to Mr Harrison - thought she could connect herself with a Thomas W- registered in the college as having purchased arms, being of Bow near Stratford Middlesex in 1714 - arms granted 28 January that year - home at 1 ½ - John dined - I sat musing what to write to Lord Stuart de R- about the treasury order - then determined to write nothing till I had seen Mr Bewsher and learnt what it would be best to write - dozed and slept till A- and I out again at 3 - drove about shopping - went to the furniture bazaar adjoining the house and carriage bazaar) in Baker street - the furniture part all in the hands of one person or one firm  - ready money cheap but not thoroughly good? furniture pays 15pc from France - then to Pantheon a new bazaar in Oxford street - very handsome - the pillars and arcades painted on canvass à l’Italienne Mr Harper proposed doing as my great room at Northgate - the effect very good but great care required I see, in stretching the canvass tight enough - see a few undulations in it in some lights - Smirke was the architect - a magnificent room for the purpose - entered from great

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Blenheim? street by a handsome conservatory - picturesque rooms - a good slight sketch by Turner the style of which we were taken with - very large - magnificent pile of building for the purpose - Ensor the druggist in Oxford street had just before told us the things sold there were of inferiority quality so the speculations would not eventually answer - home at 6 ¾ - dinner at 7 - tired - asleep  all the evening till 11 - A- asleep too a little while then writing a little - no tea - very fine day - very hot - F72° in my dressing room at 11 ½ pm

[swynlake-rp]

Love is in the air!

OTMS

MUN: A! We are more jazzed than a jazz band on Mardi Gras to see Alex back in action, and serving us a demographic we didn’t know we were missing! It’s like Hotel California in here, you can check out but you can never really leave <3 Thank you for bringing us Mal, we can’t wait to see what she and Jake get into!

CHARACTER: FLYNN RIDER! Members highlighted A’s selfpara series that documented big career moves for Flynn, and the cherry on top was the Flolley kiss! Finally!!! We’ve loved seeing Flynn’s career and his ship develop and are so excited to see where these changes take him.

THREAD: CATFISH EXPOSED! Swynrp loves a plot that not only includes multiple characters and muns, but that has additional implications for other characters too. We loved to see Gabriella taking the L for her friend, Bruce’s grappling with it, and Annie and Toby sticking their noses in mermaid business! Can’t wait to see the ripple effect on the merfolk of Swynlake.

TASK: B’ BULLSEYE IN THE MANDALORIAN! Not only was the bonus of B’ original art mentioned, but members also pointed out that her plot description fit both the show and Bullseye’s character so well that it was mind-blowing! 

Honorable mention: A’s super diverse supporting character tasks were highlighted by multiple members, but get this — no singular one was mentioned twice. Members individually highlighted several of her tasks for their unique casting and emotional impact! 

BOARD UPDATES 

EBOSHI IS GONE: She wrote her report (a beautiful one at that!) and returned to her office in London. As a result, Eboshi’s temporary policies (the suspension of Hades, the limits on the Board’s powers, the closing of the forest, and the postponement of the election) have all been reversed. Read on for more information about the election!

PETITIONS PASSED: 

LUCKY CAT: A petition to open an Asian fusion cafe on Main Street

ARETE LAW FIRM: Opening of Arete Law Firm

EMERGENCY ELECTION! Since the 2023 fall election was paused, we’re holding it now! This will be a shortened version of the election, with only a couple of events so that the Board can be back in action. Read more on this doc! The rough timeline is below: 

CANDIDATE APPLICATION DUE: Feb. 7 

MEET THE CANDIDATES MIXER: Feb. 21 - 28 

DEBATE: Feb. 28 - March 7  

VOTING: March 7 - March 9

TASKS

SECRET VALENTINE’S DAY EVENT TASK: Keep your eyes peeled for more information about our Valentine’s Day event!  HOW I MET YOUR [PARENT]: How did your muse’s parents meet? Was it a blind date? The shadowy corner of a bar? An elaborate arrangement by the fae king? Write a oneshot that tells the story (800 words)

EVENTS

FEBRUARY 1-7: SPEED DATING: A Swynlake tradition! Come out to Town Hall to meet new people and maybe set off sparks with a special someone. Canonically on Feb. 3rd. 

FEBRUARY 1-7: SWYNLAKE CREDIT UNION OPENING: Town Hall has a new useful service for everyone from business owners to anyone just trying to get assistance with their financial goals. Stop by to learn more! Canonically on Feb 2nd. 

FEBRUARY 5: VALENTINE’S DAY EVENT ANNOUNCED! 

FEBRUARY 8 - 18: VALENTINE’S DAY EVENT: Keep an eye out for more information!

FEBRUARY 21-28: MEET THE CANDIDATES MIXER: This will be a shortened election season, but we’re still having this classic election event! Come on out to Town Hall to learn more about the Swynlakers running for Town Board.

BIRTHDAYS

Jenny Marsh-Foxworth – February 1

James Jones – February 5

Karen "Voyd" Peterson-Boggs – February 9

Tiana Truitt – February 10

Mary "Boo" Gibbs – February 10

Madellaine Hsu – February 15

Paulette de la Croix – February 21

Finn Flounder – February 24

PLOT ROUND-UP! 

THE ONE WITH THE INTERRUPTED CHRISTMAS DINNER

Characters Involved: Al, Vixey, Jun, Tiana

Plot: In the middle of a FRIENDS Christmas gathering, Al gets a call from Nora and bails! Is he a shitty friend? Is Nora a shitty partner?! 

BREAKDANCE

Characters Involved: Al, Jessica

Plot: Al tells Jess that he's not doing any evening programming for Barn Con this year. Jess decides to host a Nerdlesque event on her own anyway <3 

PHILLIP KNIGHTLEY AND THE PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE

Characters Involved: Phil, Dipper, Herc

Plot: After going home with Dipper on New Year's Eve, Phillip realizes maybe he's not as good at a certain activity as he once thought. Cue a big research mission -- step 1: ask Hercules

CONGRATULATIONS! IT’S A [REDACTED]

Characters Involved: Ting-Ting, Thomas

Plot: Tom escorts Ting-Ting to the hospital... and she finds out she is having a baby girl!

CATFISH ARC

Characters Involved: Toby, Gabriella, Annie, Bruce

Plot: Annie and Toby use the anonymous merm inbox to catfish Bruce and track the merms to Whosits and Whatsits. They mistakenly assume they were communicating with Gabriella, who doesn't correct them— leading them to expose her identity as a mermaid in the Squire!

ARETE LAW FIRM

Characters Involved: Belle, Hades, Toulouse

Plot: The local law firm, Wigburg, is closing down as Reginald Wigburg has retired. Belle, after convincing from her partners, has decided to open a new law firm! The petition has just been passed and you can now officially ask Belle for law help! Cases both magic and mundane are welcome.

STRAWBERRY HILL

Characters Involved: Simba, Berlioz

Plot: Simber has bought a house in London! It is a historical house, called Strawberry Hill, in the affluent Richmond upon Thames neighborhood. The house came with a twist--it is haunted! After Loud Bell came to visit, Hades informed Simber that the ghost would like to use she/her pronouns and goes by "Strawberry." They also met their neighbors, a lesbian couple, Regina and Anitta, who have two Dalmatians from the Dalmatian Plantation: Dottie and Smith. Regina, who goes by Reggie, invited Simba to join their football team. Jenny has also come for a visit, to look around before things are fully complete! They are doing a ton of renovation as the house fell into disrepair after it sat on the market for years, due to the haunting. Simber will be moving to London at the end of this month, though Simba will be commuting until the end of the school year. 

THE IVY GROVE BED AND BREAKFAST

Characters Involved: Toulouse, Gem, Sebastian, Lucky, Angel, Raksha, Scott

Plot: After someone (Gem) burned down Toulouse's house, he has built it back better than ever by hiring Morey Construction. After speaking with some new werewolves in town, primarily Angel and Lucky, he has decided giving new wolves in town a place to stay for cheap would be prudent. The new location is a lovely B&B with four bedrooms, two of which have already been filled by guests Raksha, her son Dhaumya, and Scott.

HALF A CENTURY

Characters Involved: Elinor, Roz, Moon, Cass, Merida , Flynn, Hera

Plot: Elinor turned 50 and threw a little formal dinner at the castle! Her friends from dinner club were in attendance: Roz, Moon, and Cass. As well as her bestie, Hera. Merida and the boys were also forced to be there. Flynn came over earlier in the day to help with a lighting issue. Moon saved Cass some embarrassment by lending her an evening gown.

WE’RE GOING IN A DIFFERENT DIRECTION

Characters Involved: Evangeline, Hercules, Hatter, Al, Tink , Tiana, Snow, Jessica

Plot: After getting fired from the gym, Evy has tried several other jobs around town...getting fired from all of them for making mistakes and misunderstanding instructions. Being a star in a human's world is hard. :(

NEW YEAR, OLD FRIENDS

Characters and Muns Involved: Tófi Sethson and Moon Butterfly-Johansen

Plot: Godt nytår: Tófi invites Menodora to the Acorn Drop at Main Street Park. Come to find out neither of them are fond of the cold. Moral of the Story: Takes places after the Morning after the Acorn Drop incident: the two worsties have a heart to heart about their feelings (or lack thereof), also, waffles

NOTHING BETTER THAN REVENGE

Characters Involved: Eilonwy Llyr, Tony Rydinger, Willow Park, Ian Lightfoot, Annie Tremaine, Toby Determined

Plot: Upset by the article and the way it impacted their friend, Eilonwy, Tony, Willow, and Ian decide to get a little revenge on Annie and Toby. First they egged Annie's house and planted some smelly weeds in her yard (). Then they snuck into the Squire offices to enchant Toby's desk so that it would run away any time he was close (Discord)

SEEDLING CARE

Characters Involved: Eilonwy Llyr and Qin Su

Plot: Eilonwy asks Su to be her new co-host for the Women in STEM society and she said yes!

LOSING YOU IS EASIER THAN LYING TO MYSELF THAT YOU LOVE ME

Characters Involved: Mim Ambrosius

Plot: Mim confronted Gabby over what their relationship actually meant to the other woman and decides to end things.

SLEIGHT OF HAND

Characters Involved: Nick Wilde and Gaston D’Avenant

Plot: Nick is accused of using his illusion magic during poker at the Deer by one of Gaston's friends. Gaston sides with his friend, throwing Nick out of the game and banning him from any future games.

[taiblogcomics]

Police Brutality

Hey there, crystaline power-ups. Another issue of The Movement is happening soon. In fact, it should be just below this line of text! Let's get into it~

Here's the cover:

Another good one. This is easily one of the most claustrophobic covers I've seen, and I mean that in a good way. Everything's closed in, and with the lighting solely being on Katharsis, it really makes you identify with her position. You really put yourself in her situation, and it really sells how tough it is to take her down. Good stuff~

We open right where we left off--no, not from the last issue. From the cover. Which, I guess, also continues from the last issue, but the point is: Katharsis in a really bloody, knock-down-drag-out battle with the cops. The cops are all shouting useless things, like "She broke my damn nose" and "hold her down", while Katharsis herself keeps silent and lets her narration captions do the talking. Eventually, she's pinned down, and mob boss James Cannon pervs on her creepily for a bit (and also drops some racist remarks) before telling the boys in blue to take her downtown.

Meanwhile, Rainmaker makes a dramatic two-page splash entrance. And I do mean "splash", since she's a weather manipulator. Thunder, rain, and lightning; danger, water rising, and all that. The wind rips a few of Mouse's rats away from him, to his despair. Everybody hangs onto something. And though they can't hang on much longer, they will never let go. Nobody can get enough of a foothold to use their powers, and Rainmaker tells them that whoever survives should take a message back to their masters: this is what happens when you challenge the storm clouds.

We cut over to the streets of Coral City. A homeless fellow with a dog is pan-handling on the sidewalk, and a woman gives him some money even though her boyfriend berates her for doing so. The guy is grateful regardless, and he decides to spend the money splitting a cheeseburger with his dog (whose name is Jimmy). Suddenly, as he's walking, a little personal raincloud appears over him. He knows what this means and begins to run. He's quickly cornered by a person with a big knife, and the homeless guy begs him to at least not hurt his dog. The Cornea Killer promises. He's not a monster, you know.

Speaking of getting burgers, though, Vengeance Moth (which I will probably shorten to "Moth" after first usage each issue) brings the prisoners some cheeseburgers. Officer Whitt (the asshole, remember) muses that they're still warm, and Moth realises he's trying to triangulate their position based on local restaurants. Whitt muses that the comment he made--the one about asking an underage girl to flash him some skin, remember--would get him a suspension at most. Yet they've locked him with no trial, no representation, no contact. Who's more merciful here? Moth is fortunately called away before she has to respond to that bullshit.

The battle against Rainmaker continues, with Virtue directing Mouse to attack Rainmaker's people as a distraction. Virtue gets blasted with lightning in response, while Burden's demonic side suddenly surfaces. She blasts Burden too. But Mouse has got his teeth on the jugular of one of Rainmaker's pals and is threatening to bite down. Virtue explains that she thinks someone's using the Cornea Killer's weird circumstances--the personal raincloud--to frame Rainmaker. Rainmaker calls off the attack, and gives them two names. Her own (Sarah) and the name of who they're looking for: James Cannon.

James Cannon was a Wall Street boy and now he's working his way through the town. He wants a perfect city: no crime, no conflict, and no poor people. One of these things is not like the others! Despite the help, though, Rainmaker opts not to join with Virtue's team and disappears into the fog. She does leave Virtue her number, though. They can't stick around, however. Tremor's just gotten a call from their own headquarters. They've found out the cops have Katharsis in custody, and that's gonna be a problem for everybody.

Officer Yee is protesting that their holding of Katharsis is wrong, but the other cops are built like linebackers, so he's unable to do much more than that. Meanwhile, Cannon's in there beating on Katharsis while she's tied to a chair, telling her she's stupid for getting in his way and that "business doesn't have a Geneva Convention". She's just laughing it off, taunting him about the terrible powers her friends have to inflict on him. Gotta say, I admire her guts to still be laughing in this predicament.

Virtue, meanwhile, appears in Captain Meers' office, telling him his coffee sucks and offering an apology for the way she revealed his wife's infidelity. Meers is currently pissed because his SWAT team and Officer Yee are unaccounted for, and dispatch can't raise them. Virtue offers him an exchange of prisoners, and her replies that they're not at war and he's not holding any of her people anyway. He tells her the police are here to protect people, and they will not be threatened or held hostage. She shrugs, saying she tried to do it the easy way. And to close the issue, she opens the blinds, revealing a mob of people in silver masks, ready to burn the station down.

Good issue. The mystery keeps building, and the characters continue to shine. You get to see Katharsis, Rainmaker, and Virtue be awesome, and you get to see Whitt and Cannon be despicable. Also builds on the Cornea Killer thing a bit more, keeping it interesting. You get the revelation of framing Rainmaker, but why and more importantly how? We’ll just have to keep reading to see~

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Remember everyone, James Kidd had a daughter, and no one knows what happened to her when they took her.

[avictimofthejazz]

Withering in the Shadows--Melody & Street

@timeguardians​ (Melody)

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Silence reigns for several painfully long minutes, enough that Street starts wondering if he really has hallucinated the voice, and that he is starting to lose it. Even if he is not taking the medication, no human mind is meant to exist under these conditions. Guys who spent too long alone tended to go a bit crazy—he saw it with the POWs, he saw it in the VA hospitals, and he saw it in the jails. Now he gets to live it—and try not to let his mind go spiraling away without him. Then, to his endless relief, the woman’s voice comes back, and confirms that she can hear him. Not only can she hear him, but she can hear him clearly. Rolling onto the side that is closer to the wall, he props his head up. Just hearing another person, who is not one of the creepy doctors, is enough to brighten his countenance slightly. If anything, this is something new, something different he has not experienced since he came to this hellhole. Then… she goes silent again. He strains his ears, trying to hear if someone in the hall heard her speaking, and entered her room to investigate. The medication carts have squeaky wheels, but when the nurses walk around without them, they can move almost silently. Like everything else in this place, talking between patients is probably prohibited as well. Street can hear nothing in her room, no doctors arguing with her or the snakish nurses suggesting she rest or take some new medication they want to shove down her throat. After the unnerving pause, the woman speaks again and asks who he is.

He answers promptly. “Officer Jim Street—I’m with the police. I’m a SWAT officer. Who’re you?” Unlike Melody, there has been no attempt to change his identity or personality. Whoever arranged to lock him away here does not care if Jim Street lives or dies—they just care that Jim Street is out of the way. So, he is left alone to rot for the most part, except for the ever-predictable medication rounds… and now this mysterious woman speaking to him from the other side of the wall. Her second question prompts the first smile he has made in what feels like ages. If that question had come from Dom or TJ, he would not be able to resist a quip about zombies or monster movies… but this poor woman has grounds to ask it, and wonder if she is speaking to a human or a ghost. They nearly are ghosts in this place, so it is an honest mistake to make. “Yes, I’m still alive. If I could get my arm through the wall, I’d let you feel my pulse to prove it.” Her second question is more rational, if harder to answer. Street frowns. “I think,” he places stress on the second word, “That it’s Monday the 23rd. We should still be in April if I’m right.” He pauses a few seconds before adding doubtfully, “I was keeping track of the days by counting the medication rounds—but two days in they drugged me up. I started counting again since I woke up, and it’s been five days, but I don’t know how much time I lost to the drugs. It might have only been one day, or it could have been a few of them.” That means he has been here at least a week, possibly closer to ten days. If he knows his boss, Hondo is already turning the city upside down looking for him. LA is a big place though, and who would think to look for him here? Gently turning the question back toward the woman, he clears his throat. “Do you have any idea how long you’ve been here, ma’am?”

[princecharmingmendes]

Heart by Heart | Chapter IV | Raul Mendes

                                                 *secret agent AU*

Y/N and Raul have been friends ever since they could remember. And falling in love with your best friend can be pretty tricky and messy 99% of the times, add that to the fact they're constantly risking their lives side by side on the field since they're both secret agents, and the best team that's ever existed. Perfect recipe for disaster.

Hi, this is the fourth chapter, you can find the first one here. This one's a bit shorter but I still hope you like it anyway. Please read the warnings on this one, if you don't feel comfortable with the contents listed on the "warnings" section, please read something else, there are a lot of other works on my masterlist and on the "fic rec" hashtag on my blog. Please give me some feedback and I hope you guys like. Happy Reading! 

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*Warnings: cursing, jealousy, mentions of weapons (barely any), slight angst (if you squint). 

Please don’t read it if any of this subjects make you uncomfortable, feel free to check my masterlist for other writings. 

*Posted: July 22nd, 2021.

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Raul was fucked. 

He learned that ages ago, but every passing day, it just seemed to get more and more fucked. 

Y/N was the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on, he knew that the day he met her all those years ago, while she was still a kid like him. And as the time went on, she proved him wrong every single day, every time he looked at her, in his eyes, Y/N surpassed her own beauty and taking her own title as the pretties one. Raul knew he was a goner the first time he made her laugh, truly laugh, throwing her head back as she almost lost her breath, he knew he would have to do it all over again for the rest of his life just to hear the most beautiful melody ever created. 

And maybe he was a fool, and obvious one for not even holding back whenever she was hurt or needed him. He would give Y/N anything in the world and he could be pretty reckless about it. Sure, Raul was capable of keeping it to himself all these years, even from his spy family and her, but Peter was slowly catching onto it and he knew it. There was a reason why Peter wasn’t a field agent and his not so subtle approaches only proved that right. But he honestly didn’t care, as long as he got to have her as his best friend and best girl, he didn’t give a fuck about what the rest of the world thought. He only cared about Y/N. 

So watching her progress on the ring (hell, having his ass kicked by her was probably the best thing that’s ever happened to him), watching Y/N taking part of such an important role as to plan the mission that would take down one of the biggest criminals on the world left him so proud. He couldn’t even describe it. Watching her sleep peacefully among his bedding, the glimmer of pure and utter happiness whenever she watched one of the marvel movies or ate her favorite cake made butterflies go wild in his stomach. 

And as Aaliyah would say, he was probably a simp for her. As sappy as that sounded, it was probably true. 

“Still with me, champ?” Y/N’s voice ringed on his coms.

Raul had to hold back a smile as Jack smirked at him on their watching point across the street “Always, doll, see anything?”

“Not really” she muttered annoyedly “think the package is late” 

“Oh, sorry the bad guy didn’t show up on the perfect time according to your planner”

“Fuck you, darling, before I forget”

Raul huffed a chuckle as he changed channels on the surveillance system she hacked the night prior. 

He was with Jack sitting on his apartment watching Y/N from the perfect window. The initial plan was pretty simple, Y/N would be dressed in casual common clothes, going through her computer on Genoff’s favorite coffee shop, to possibly catch him after coming back, so he could be used to some of their faces on his absence justifying new people around. Her undercover role was as a graphic designer that pretty much had a home office, which would justify her always being around that area. Tommy was the local barista trainee, summer job to pay for his scholarship, and this way he could hear some stuff and also be ready to jump and protect whoever was undercover there that day.

Celine was working on the front desk on Geonoff’s cover up business building, she was replacing the other girl that just left due to maternity leave, so it wouldn’t look suspicious at all. James got the work as an executive driver on a company that often was hired to transport Geonoff himself and his people, and Raul would also be on home office as a free lancer photographer, he’d be in an untitled relationship with Y/N which would be a good cover for them always being out and about together.

They would all be living in the same neighborhood, Peter and Celine would be living in the same apartment complex, which was just next doors to the one Jack, Y/N and Raul were placed. This way it would still be safe and pretty low profile enough to not draw curious eyes. And since the mission didn’t exactly have a precise deadline, they didn’t have a precise date to actually leave, so their flat was poorly furnished and decorated, filled with the ultimate basic things they could need in a month period. And of course, heavily armed in every corner and drawer anyone could think about.

“He just left his car two blocks away, think he might be just a bit behind your schedule, Y/N” Jack called from his place behind the screens she had set up the night before “Tommy, grab the cash register as soon as you can”

“Yes sir” Tom mumbled under his breath.

Raul inched a bit closer to the window on a spot no one could see him from bellow, watching as Geonoff himself entered the shop with two other man right behind him. Probably security team. He had to hold back his breath once he noticed the way the man had his eyes fixated right on Y/N’s table, before quietly muttering something to the other with him.

“Hm, excuse me miss?” a deep slightly hoarse voice caught her attention from the fake project displayed on her computer screen, Y/N looked up to find Geonoff right next to her booth.

“Oh hi”

“Why is he talking to her? He wasn’t supposed to just approach her!” Raul practically growled to Jack as the other just shrugged in response “fuck” 

“Dude, calm down, Tom is literally just across the bar and she’s a fucking spy, chill, she knows how to handle this” Jack said shoving Raul’s shoulder playfully, to which he just rolled his eyes huffing in annoyance.

“I know, I know that” 

Jack arched his eyebrow at him, a knowing smirk playing on his lips “Is this your way of admitting you love her?” 

“Shut up and pay attention to their conversation, you idiot” Raul said pushing his friend off of his sit. 

“I'm sorry, I just had to ask, I haven’t such a pretty girl like you around in a while, are you new in town, darling?” Geonoff asked leaning his hip against the sit across from Y/N.

“Oh no, not new in town” she responded with a giggle, trying to ease the nerves and slight nausea from talking to him and his half attempt of flirting “I moved to this neighborhood last month though, used to leave on the other side of the town” 

“Oh, was it for work? How are you liking this place so far?”

“It’s nice, I thought it was going to be quieter but it doesn’t really bother me” she said with a soft smile on her features “I moved here because I work from home, so I needed to get out of my last place cause my roommate was not exactly quiet, and my boyfriend said there was an available apartment on his floor, so it just seemed like a great opportunity” 

Raul’s heart raced a bit more on his chest when she referred to him as ‘boyfriend’, which was completely stupid. Y/N was his best friend and this was only for a cover. But sometimes his feelings got the best of him.

“Boyfriend? Is he here?”

“Oh no, I think he’s at work now, he’s a photographer”

“It makes sense, he has the prettiest muse at home” he added with a wink, which made Y/N’s stomach twirl in her tummy, this man is absolutely gross and she just wants to find a way out of this conversation “is he joining you today or should I keep you company?” 

“Tell him I’m on my way, sweetheart, don’t want this man any closer to you” Raul said through coms, Jack already grabbing his backpack with the material they had separated to be Raul’s cover as he threw a denim jacket and a pair of glasses.

Y/N gave Geonoff a gentle smile as she shrugged before adding “he told me he’d be coming here, something about the cupcakes being the best he’s ever had”

“Oh shut up, this is the worst excuse to get me to buy you cupcake ever” Raul muttered through coms as he jogged across the street and Y/N had to cough to hid a little giggle that threatened to escape at her best friend’s comment.

“Yeah, they’re really good, I think you’d like the chocolate one” 

“Okay, thank you for the tip” she said, quickly noticing the mop of curls clumsy coming into the shop, a big grin blossoming on her lips as she waved at the heaving figure of her best friend “oh, there he is!”

Raul’s eyes found hers and he could only smile, forgetting only momentarily that one of the most wanted man in the country was just beside her, he shook his head to gain a bit more focus as he shortened the distance between them with every step “hi baby” 

Y/N got up from her sit and was quick to throw her arms around his neck, as he did the same with her waist, planting a kiss to the crown of her head “Hi, honey this is… Oh my, just realized I never caught your name, I’m sorry, that was so rude”

“Geonoff, darling” he said with a smug smile on his lips, probably waiting some sort of reaction and proud of it.

And to Raul’s amusement, Y/N didn’t move a single muscle, didn’t give a single reaction, only offering a polite smile “Oh, nice name, I’m Y/N and this is my boyfriend, Raul”

“Beautiful name, suits such a gorgeous girl like you” he said, eyes on Raul waiting for some sort of response.

“Oh yeah, she doesn’t like it but I’ve always found it beautiful” he said softly.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys alone now, nice meeting the two of you” Geonoff said as his guards approached him with a paper bag “and Y/N, let me know if you need anything, I’m always around”

“Thank you” she said before pulling Raul to sit by her side on the booth as Geonoff walked out of the little shop “how was your day, honey?”

“Good, angel, got a couple of photos I think you’d like to see whenever we get home” he said throwing his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer.

“You two are gross to watch” Jack grumbled through the coms making them both laugh.

Y/N turned her head to face him “you wanna go home to show me or you want to grab a cup of coffee first?”

“I think I want a bit of coffee, but we can order it to go, yeah?”

“Sure, whatever you want” Y/N said before sliding off the booth and pulling him with her, before stuffing her computer on her little backpack, which Raul promptly took from her.

“Come on, baby, can’t wait to lay down a bit” he ushered her to the register, where Tom waited patiently for them “hello there, I’d like an espresso please” 

“Sure, anything else?” Tommy asked as he clicked on the little screen.

“Do you want anything, baby?”

“A red velvet cupcake to go, please”

Tom nodded looking a little nervous before speaking up “the other man with the security guards left this note and cupcake for you, ma’am” he then grabbed the little pastry and a fancy business card alongside it.

“Oh, I- are you sure it was for me?” she asked in disbelief as Raul tightened his arm around her.

Tom only nodded in response “positive, do you still want the red velvet one?”

“I- yes, please” Y/N let out before almost chocking on air, gently grabbing the card that contained the business information from his company (that she already had) and a little handwritten phrase next to a phone number, the note read ‘if you’re ever looking for a real man, let me know’. 

“Someone’s got a crush on you” Raul teased trying to mask the anger bubbling up on his throat, but he knew she saw right through his facade. After all, Y/N knew him better than anyone else.

“Well, I feel bad for him, because I’m already taken, yeah?” she giggled at herself, lightly poking his chest to try and loosen his nerves a bit.

“Yeah, since I have you, know that I’m never letting you go” Raul pressed a kiss to her head huffing a small chuckle.

“Here it is, sir” Tom cut Raul out before handing him the paper bag, and he placed the money on Tom’s hand.

Raul offered a smile as he lead Y/N back to their place “Thank you, take care, kid” 

As they were crossing the street, Y/N dropped the cupcake from Geonoff on the sidewalk, making it look like an accident as she cried out an ‘oh no, I can’t believe I dropped it!’ before tossing it on the bin. On the elevator to their apartment, Raul still seemed tense and too quiet for his normal self, but Y/N decided to drop it, maybe give him some time to deal with today.

Just as they opened the door, Jack was quick to pull them inside, grabbing the card from Y/N’s hand and tossing it into a special bag and running downstairs, probably to deliver it to a team so they could take it to the lab to run some tests. Celine was stretched on the couch, a knowing look in her eyes as she signaled for them to join her. Raul went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water in complete silence as Y/N sank down on the soft cushions with Celine.

“What’s wrong with him?” she muttered quietly, since there were no walls separating the rooms on this flat, only the bedroom and bathroom and Raul was standing pretty close.

Y/N sighed with a shrug “No clue, maybe just didn’t expect the interaction to go like that, I don’t know”

“By the way, you did great, he even got interested in you” 

“Ew, no need to remind me, seriously that man is just gross, there’s something about him that’s just creepy, and I’m not even bringing up his criminal record” Y/N added grabbing a bottle water that Raul tossed at her after she nodded at him.

Celine nodded in understanding “Don't blame you, I think I would’ve punched him five seconds into talking”

“You wouldn’t last a single second with him talking” Jack said as he closed the door behind him.

Y/N and Celine laughed as Raul joined them on the couch, sitting on the armrest right behind Y/N as she leaned her weight on him. He threw an arm around her. 

“I think we should order a pizza and have some beer, yeah? This was a successful day, Tom’s gonna be here any minute now and Raul didn’t die out of jealousy in 24h, only reasons to celebrate!”

“Don’t start celebrating now, Jack, he might combust at any second now” Celine said with a laugh and Y/N giggled shaking her head, looking up at him only to see his serious expression and a light pink tinting his cheeks.

“So, pizza and beer it is?” Jack asked pulling his phone.

“I think it’s a great idea” Tom said as he climbed through the back window.

“Okay, Jack, order the pizzas and grab us the beer” Y/N decided and Jack stared at her in shock.

“Why me?!”

“So you can do something useful for once instead of gossiping” Raul said playfully and Y/N smiled at that as Jack feigned hurt with a dramatic gasp. 

“Well, there’s that and the fact that this genius idea belongs to you, doesn’t it?” Y/N asked 

Jack stared at her and nodded “Well yeah but-“

“Then make it happen, darling” Y/N only threw a wink at him and he shook his head, but grabbing his phone to start ordering. 

“Hey Tom, can I see the piece you brought back?” Celine asked without moving from her place on the couch. 

Y/N took the opportunity to properly face Raul since the others were seemingly busy, so she cupped his face gently bringing his attention down at her “are you okay?”

“Yeah, of course I am, doll” he said turning his face to place a kiss at the palm of her hand before looking back at her. 

“Are you sure? You didn’t seem fine five minutes ago”

“I just didn’t think he’d take such an interest on you so soon, I mean, you’re insanely gorgeous so it was obvious he was going to notice you, I guess I was just unconsciously hoping he wouldn’t” Raul sighed leaning his head against her hand and she let it slide on his face until she was able to curl her fingers on his hair “it’s stupid, I’m sorry, I was just being stupid yeah? Let’s focus on something else and relax”

“Are you sure?” she asked tugging on his hair a bit as he closed his eyes, nodding his head softly and she sighed “okay”

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[potterverse-united]

In Loving Memory

A fanfic in which Snape and Harry actually talk it out a little and start to understand each other...

Rating: G / K

Summary: Harry has never really liked Halloween... for obvious reasons. A certain professor isn't really a fan either. Perhaps some healing is in the cards for both of them, after a trip out to a small village in southwest England. Takes place in second year, but it could honestly be any year at Hogwarts.

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A/N: I haven't written fanfic in forever, but I just watched every single Harry Potter movie in one day a couple days ago, and it sent me into a relapse of my 13 year old self's Harry Potter obsession (not to mention that I now live in Orlando and have been to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter like 6 times in the last couple weeks). Oh man if my roommates ever find this they're gonna know exactly who wrote this…

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With a flick of his wand, Snape slammed the door to his office shut, locking it beyond the hope of any student's best alohomora charm. He set out at a brisk pace toward the castle's entrance, glad to be escaping the merry cheers and shouts emanating from the Halloween celebration taking place in the Great Hall and, frankly, all throughout the castle.

As he turned a corner, he nearly tripped over a pair of legs and a stack of books. Idiotic, really. You would think that students would have the common sense not to sit where they could easily become a tripping hazard, but Severus had learned not to be surprised when 'common sense' was absent at Hogwarts.

A Ravenclaw, he expected. They were book smart, sure, but other than that, they could be incredibly dense, clumsy, and shortsighted. Or maybe Granger, though he imagined she was probably off getting roped into trouble with Potter and Weasley, perhaps with Hagrid and some illegal creature involved.

He had not expected the scrawny boy with round glasses and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead to be sitting in this dark hallway, far removed from the rest of the student body.

"Potter, I figured you'd be milling about and enjoying the festivities with your rowdy little friends," Snape spoke with a sneer. "What's a second year Gryffindor like yourself doing inside on Halloween night?"

Harry looked up, caught off guard by his professor who seemed to be wearing a heavier traveling cloak and carrying a crate full of items he couldn't quite see.

"I was, sir. I just… Well, Halloween isn't exactly my favorite night, professor."

Snape's head tilted back, eyes piercing through Harry's as if assessing the veracity of his excuse before, unbelievably, softening.

"I see," he answered. The potions professor pressed his lips together, the corners of his mouth slumping downward slightly, almost imperceptibly. "I'm not too fond of it myself." He shuffled the items awkwardly in his arms, turning to walk away.

"Are you going somewhere, professor?" Harry asked. After what had happened the previous Halloween, Harry wasn't sure it was the best idea for professors to leave the students unprotected, but Snape must have a good reason if he was. At Harry's words, he froze.

"As a matter of fact, I am," he answered in his drawling voice, turning back to look at his student. "I have business outside of the castle."

Harry nodded and shifted his attention back to the Transfiguration assignment he had been working on, expecting that his professor's patience for such an idle conversation had long since worn off.

Snape, however, continued to stare at the young boy, seeming to consider his next words very carefully.

"Perhaps you'd like to accompany me, Potter. My destination happens to be one that you may wish to visit."

"Sir?" Harry sat, confused.

Any hesitation Snape had shown at his initial offer was quickly covered by what could only be described as impatient certainty. "Come along, Potter. Unless you'd rather stay here staring at a blank roll of parchment?"

Blinking in surprise, Harry promptly gathered his things and trailed after the flowing cape of Severus Snape, down the hall and out of the castle.

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Harry had to walk twice as fast as he usually did to keep up with the deceptively fast stride of his professor. They traveled down the lane a while, Snape charging ahead without so much as a glance back at the castle where students' delighted screams and laughs could be heard from half a mile away.

"I could help carry that for you, sir," Harry offered, seeing his professor struggle with the bulky items in his arms.

Snape's instinctive refusal died on his lips as he glanced down and met the wide, truthful eyes of Harry Potter. Eyes that could only remind him why he was bothering to drag the kid along with him on his yearly pilgrimage in the first place.

He nodded jerkily, not used to accepting help from anyone, much less the son of James Potter.

"Hold this," he said, transferring a large wreath of white flowers from the top of his overflowing box into Harry's awaiting arms.

Harry eyed the wreath curiously. Whatever he had expected the professor to be carrying, this certainly wasn't it.

"Where is it that we're going, professor?" he asked, shaking off the momentary confusion that had held him back from where Snape was walking ahead of him.

Snape made no move to meet Harry's eyes as he responded. "We are walking to the edge of the castle grounds, from which point we will apparate to a village in the southwest of England."

"Southwest England? Am I allowed that far from Hogwarts during the school year?" Harry asked curiously, wondering now if this was some ploy to trick him into breaking some serious school rules and getting sent home.

Snape's lip curled in a slight smirk at Potter's uncertainty. "As long as you stay with me, the headmaster can have no objection," his answer came, with an air of finality.

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Apparation proved to be tougher to stomach than Harry was expecting, but his lack of an appetite at the Halloween feast served him well in that regard. Snape's firm grip on his arm helped stabilize him as their feet met the slightly damp soil of a small, sleepy town.

"What is this place?" Harry asked, turning his head like an owl to take in his new surroundings.

His professor looked down at him, a flash of concern and… something else behind his dark, inky eyes before it was easily masked by practiced impassivity. His gaze turned to the town in front of them.

"Godric's Hollow," he answered, seeming to lose himself in the line of small cottages and the old church standing silent in the middle. His voice was quiet, even softer than his usual reserved intonation, and there was a faraway look in his eye, like he was seeing more than Harry could see in front of him. "It is the birthplace of Godric Gryffindor, the invention of the Golden Snitch, and…" Snape paused, glancing down at the boy. "You."

Harry sucked in a shuddering breath.

"So that means…"

Snape gave a small nod, breathing out a sigh.

"Yes. This is where it happened."

Harry's knees suddenly felt like jelly. Snape must have recognized this, as he placed a firm, guiding hand on Harry's shoulder and led him through the quiet, leaf-covered street without another word.

As they neared the back of the church, Snape began to speak. "I had assumed you would have been brought here to visit by now. Twelve years of age, surely someone would have shown you where you're from." A kind of sadness formed in Harry's eyes, and Snape had to look away. "From your reaction, I can see I was incorrect in that assumption."

Harry nodded.

Severus clenched his fist, suppressing quiet rage at Petunia Evans who, looking back now, Snape should have realized would be unlikely to share fond memories of her sister with her nephew.

As they walked, Harry couldn't help looking at the streets, dimly lit with a warm yellow light. Bedroom lights in the small houses flickered out one by one, and he imagined that in each one, loving parents were kissing their children goodnight as they drifted off into content sleep.

This is where he would have grown up. A peaceful, happy life. A mum and a dad.

If, if, if.

Harry had long since learned that such thoughts only brought pain, but on the anniversary of their deaths, it was harder to push back those feelings. A deep sense of melancholy settled itself in his heart, pressing inward. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes before the brisk autumn breeze blew across his face and dried them all up.

So lost in his musings was Harry, that he didn't even notice where Professor Snape had led them to.

The man stood, unmoving, gazing over rows and rows of tombstones in a fenced-in cemetery next to the church. Harry came up alongside him and felt his breath catch in his throat.

"Would you like to visit their grave, Harry?" Snape all but whispered, calling his student by his given name for the first time, possibly ever.

The boy looked up in shock, realizing now what was before him.

"You mean they're in there?" he asked, though perhaps he should not be so surprised.

Snape's lips twitched in what was his attempt at a comforting smile. He gave a nod. "Come, I'll take you to them."

O-O /*

Harry walked in a daze as Snape led him through the meandering rows of graves. Graves of magical and muggle folk alike. Eventually, the professor came to a stop in front of an unremarkable tombstone, though the names engraved on it held more weight than any of the muggle residents of this village would ever understand.

It seemed there were others who had already been to visit, as flowers and letters adorned the site, no doubt thanking the couple for their heroic sacrifice and continuing to mourn their tragic end.

Somehow, it had never occurred to Harry that his parents were buried somewhere. That he could go to a place and stand not a meter away from where they lay in rest. Until now, all they had been were names and a story. A few shared memories, but other than that, nothing but words. Knowing that they were once here, physically present, made the loss seem all that much more profound. And for the first time, Harry could imagine what it would feel like to be wrapped in his mother's arms, for his dad to ruffle his hair playfully. They were real, even if they weren't here anymore. They were real.

Harry swallowed back the emotion, bringing himself back into the present. At some point, Snape had knelt to the ground and was now brushing leaves and dirt off the top of the tombstone. He turned his head, nodding to Harry. "Come, Harry, help me with these flowers."

Cold, muddy water seeped through the knees of Harry's trousers, but he couldn't bring himself to care as he sank to the ground and held the white floral wreath limply in his hands. There was something about being here, doing something to honor his family, that soothed the pain in his heart.

Snape set out a bundle of white calla lilies, tied up with a small black bow, and motioned for Harry to hand him the wreath. After adjusting it to his liking, he stood and admired his work.

Harry was at a loss for words. Following his professor's example, he stood and gazed down at their names once more.

James and Lily Potter.

He could understand, now, why he had been invited along on this trip. In fact, he was incredibly grateful beyond words for such an opportunity. He had never expected for something like this to give him closure, much less for it to come from Snape.

But there Snape was, silently paying his respects to his mother, and Harry couldn't even theorize as to why.

"Sir, I—I don't understand…" Harry spoke, breaking the somber silence that had settled on the graveyard.

Severus didn't need to guess what Harry was wondering about. It was only natural for him to want to know.

Though Severus would infinitely have preferred to keep his connection with Harry's mother a secret, he knew it would not have been fair to Harry. After all, he had had so much time, comparatively, with her, and Harry so little. Though certainly her son deserved it far more than he ever did. The world could be cruel.

And Severus could not deny his part in that cruelty all those years ago. It was his fault that Voldemort sought out Lily and James. His fault that Harry wound up an orphan. It filled him with immense discomfort now to be standing there, guilt heavy on his shoulders, with the one person who suffered most from what happened that night.

"You are, no doubt, wondering why I would come here, to this graveyard," he spoke, nodding at the tombstone and leaving no room for denial.

Harry looked to his professor, awaiting an explanation.

Snape stared straight ahead at the engraved names, taking in a deep, unsteady breath. "Your mother Lily was my very best friend in our first years at Hogwarts. My only friend." His look was somber. "It only seems right to come here and pay my respects when I can."

For a moment, Harry swore he couldn't breathe.

Snape, of all people? Aside from learning last year that it had been Snape trying to protect him and protect the Stone, the potions professor was notorious for not having a kind or gentle bone in his body. He was impatient. Unnecessarily harsh on his students. Hateful. Every thing he had seen tonight, however, called every preconception of the man's character into question.

"F-friends, sir?"

A humorless smirk crossed Snape's features as he looked down at the young child. "Yes, I suppose my dealings with you would make such a thought unimaginable. Unfortunately, your father and I never got along." Now that was an understatement. "Once again, my assumptions of you may have been too hasty. I was foolish to believe your aunt would outgrow her childish contempt for the wizarding world."

"You knew Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked incredulously, finding this whole situation more and more unbelievable by the second.

Snape let out a disdainful laugh. "Perhaps one day you will know the whole story, Potter. But for now, I'll say that if your aunt treats you at all like how she treated Lily when we were children, then your mother would be rolling in her grave."

Harry pursed his lips. He was still not used to people caring what his home life was like, but he supposed that his parents would wish it a little better than it was with his aunt and uncle.

The belltower on the church rang out across the dampened street, chiming half past 11 o'clock at night. Snape bent down to collect the letters that rested against the stone, shuffling them into a neat pile and placing them in a wooden box.

"Here," he said, handing the box to Harry. "I believe these ought to belong to you."

Harry felt his eyes again welling up with tears as he accepted the gift. "T-thank you, professor," he stammered, clutching the box tight.

"There's a lot more where that came from, believe me," Snape commented as he packed up the boxes he had brought. For the first time, Harry was seeing a different side of Severus Snape. He was witty in his remarks—when he wasn't trying to be cruel. He could almost imagine the boy he once was, who held his mother's friendship.

"More, sir?"

Snape nodded as if it were obvious. "More than a decade's worth, now. The rest are in the possession of the headmaster, though I suspect he will return them to you if you should ask."

Harry wanted to speak, but no words would come out. It was overwhelming, everything that had happened in the course of a couple hours. Being here, now, he had a backdrop in which he could imagine his life before. A mental picture of what had happened. It somehow filled a gaping hole in his heart that he hadn't realized was there, while tearing it to pieces at the same time.

"I'll be at the gate, when you are ready," Snape announced, stepping away from the gravestone. Before Harry could argue, he was gone, and Harry turned back to the engraved names of his mother and father, alone with them for the first time since that night eleven years ago.

"Hello," he said, awkwardly, not sure what one was supposed to say to his deceased parents. "I guess I want to say thanks," he continued, "for, you know, saving me." A chilly breeze swept past the grave, causing Harry to shiver. He wiped the dampness from his face, sniffling softly. "I wish you were here."

There he sat for several more minutes, allowing the tears to fall as they may, before heading back to the entrance of the cemetery.

O-O /*

Snape watched from afar as the boy sat alone by the grave. He looked so small against the backdrop of large tombstones and overgrown trees. Much too small to have experienced all the pain which he had in his short life.

He sighed. For ten years he had carried on this tradition – returning to Godric's Hollow on this most miserable of nights. Never forgetting the night eleven years ago that had changed his life forever. He considered it in some ways a form of penance, self-punishment for his stupid, thoughtless actions that brought about the death of the one person he truly cared for. It was about reliving the pain, allowing himself to feel it deeply, in his bones.

But now…

Seeing Harry here, his first time in the village since that fateful night…

Perhaps it was about healing. Growth. Like Albus' blasted phoenix metaphors, perhaps it was the beginning of a new chapter in the aftermath of what had happened.

It was time he passed on the tradition. Gave it to its rightful owner, the son of Lily and James Potter.

Oh, yes, he would still visit her grave. But it was time he stopped this selfishness. There was one who needed these visits more than he did. And it was the boy he had sworn to protect. He couldn't change what he had done, but he could change what happened next.

Healing – yes.

It was about time that everyone start to heal.

O-O /*

Just a little reminder down here to leave a comment and reblog!

I could be convinced to write a follow up chapter with Harry seeing his old house for the first time, just saying 👀

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<<PREVIOUS⏺<<CONTENTS>>

1.3.14 SATURDAY NOVEMBER 1st, 2:22 PM

Haddonfield, Illinois

Virginia's head was buried in James Tramer's chest, as it had been most of the entire day. They sat in the small but comfortable chairs inside Deputy Meeker's office, facing his desk. James had run his eyes around the contents of the desk and the office over a million times in the last few hours, not really looking at the items around him, but kind of looking through them.

Sure, he processed the embossed gold nameplate that read: DEPUTY MEEKER flanked by two small flags, one the American stars and stripes, the other the flag of the Marines. He saw the Chicago Bears coffee mug that held various pens and pencils. He saw the stapler and the roll of tape, and the large desk calendar that was still stuck in October.

Gotta lift it up to view November, he thought almost mechanically. My son Ben will never see November.

Anabel Gillespie from Yuva's Funeral Home had pulled Deputy Meeker's high officer chair over beside them. She now sat talking, holding the brochure out for them to see. Jim wasn't looking, and he wasn't listening. His eyes hovered over the wall behind the desk. The plaque from the Marines, awards from the Warren County police department, a picture of then Staff Sergeant Meeker on tour of duty in Kosovo. There was a picture of Deputy Meeker and Sheriff Brackett standing behind fifteen smiling kids. They wore blue and red baseball uniforms imprinted with the words Warriors on the front and Cleveland Indians hats. The title at the top read: WARREN COUNTY WARRIORS LITTLE LEAGUE STATE CHAMPIONS 2A 2009. Another at the bottom read: SPONSORED BY JAMIE LEE'S DINER HADDONFIELD ILLINOIS.

Second from the top left, Jim had spotted his son. Right field. He mused. Ben couldn't hit a baseball with a tennis racket. Ben Tramer had ditched little league baseball for Pop Warner football not too long after that, and had become a star Wide Receiever for the Haddonfield High School Huskers not long after that. On Jim's kitchen table right now there were acceptance letters from Quincy, Slippery Rock, Urbana, Ashland and other Division 2 football schools. The big schools had been down on Ben for his size, Jim thought now, He could have walked on at Northwestern, I know he could have.

His glanced turned to the flatscreen television mounted in the corner. The news was showing the footage of the bodies being taken from the old Myers home. The title at the bottom of the screen read: DEATH TOLL RISING IN ILLINOIS MASSACRE. Jim averted his eyes, coming down to a Chicago Cubs pennant tacked to the paneling on the right wall near the TV. I wonder who won that game last night, he thought. It had gone too late, he had just not been able to keep his eyes open to finish it. He thought now about how important that game had seemed just a few hours ago and how he had not thought of it at all until just now.

“So did you decide?” He heard a voice.

Jim was still thinking about the baseball game.

“Mr. Tramer?”

Jim shook his head startled. Virginia lifted her head from his chest and looked at him puzzingly as he looked over toward Anabel.

“What?” He croaked dryly.

“Have you decided which coffin you would like to go with?” She asked.

Virginia whimpered and returned her face to his chest.

Jim cut his glance from Anabel to behind her where Officer Mullenix stood in the doorway which led out to the rest of the police station. Mullenix was staring back at him, sipping his coffee out of a mug that read: WORLD'S OKAYEST EMPLOYEE.

Jim opened his mouth to answer, then closed it, then cocked his head to one side, cleared his throat and asked, “Where is Mr. Gudipati?”

Anabel looked from Jim back over her shoulder to Officer Mullenix and then back to Jim again. “Mr. Tramer, Mr. Gudipati's brother was also killed last night. He is on family leave.”

Jim frowned and shook his head, “That's a shame, an awful shame. Rajesh Gudipati ran a fine store. The restrooms were always clean.”

Anabel frowned. Officer Mullenix took a sip of his coffee and said, “Ms. Gillespie, perhaps Mr. and Mrs. Tramer are still not up to looking at the---information.”

Anabel was about to speak but Jim waved and cut her off, “Nonsense Officer. I'm sorry, let me see them again.”

Anabel passed over the brochure and Jim took it. The first thing his eyes saw was a tiny blue urn with a silver teddy bear on it, something you would get for an infant. There was a noise in the corridor behind Officer Mullenix that startled them and he saw no more.

“Hold up! Where are they?!” A woman's voice demanded.

A large black woman pressed herself passed Officer Mullenix into the office, her ample bosom scraping past him. She wore a fake blonde wig and a large floral print dress to cover her voluptious body. Her drawn-on eye brows raised when she saw Jim and Virginia and she smiled, extending a hand decorated with three inch fingernails painted bright yellow. “Hi Mr. and Mrs. Tramer, I'm Ureta Johnson, attorney at Johnson Sloan and Johnson, what have you told these fools?”

Virginia lifted her head.

“I'm sorry, what?” Jim asked dryly.

“These murdering police officers, have you told them anything?” Ureta put her hands on her hip.

“Hold on there--” Officer Mullenix began.

Ureta cut him off, “You hold on there trigger happy! I think I need to be alone with my clients so why don't you just scurry away there porky pig,” she cut a glance to Anabel, “you too blondie.”

Jim frowned, “I don't think we're gonna need representation.”

Ureta frowned back, “Honey, your beautiful black baby boy was gunned down in the street last night while unarmed by white police officers. What do you mean you don't need representation?”

“Wait just a damn minute--” Officer Mullenix tried again.

Ureta held up her finger and was about to speak but Jim interjected, “I don't think it was like---”

This time, Virginia interrupted. She pulled her face from his chest, her eyes rimmed with tears and as bloodshot as a day drunk. She spoke the first intelligible words she had uttered all day.

“Like what James?” she said, her voice growing louder as she spoke, “Our son—my baby boy, was just out trick or treating like all the other kids,” she pointed her finger at Officer Mullenix, “and these bastards shot him dead! Shot him dead for no reason!”

Jim looked at his wife, then at the lawyer, then Anabel, then Officer Mullenix. He did not know what to say. He hadn't anticipated this at all.

“Anabel,” Officer Mullenix said softly.

She looked at him, her eyes wide in confusion.

“Anabel come with me. Let's give these people some time alone.”

Anabel stood up like a shot and pushed passed Officer Mullenix.

Ureta grunted, “That's right. Give these people some time alone.”

Mullenix forced a friendly smile, “Take all the time you need.”

NEXT>> (COMING SOON)

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Oh, The Places You’ll Go

Chapter 2

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Loosely inspired by the song Greek Tragedy by the Wombats

Pairing: Scotty x FemalePresenting!Reader

Word Count: 3313

Summary: The Enterprise welcome party is in full swing, and our two main characters finally meet each other!

Warnings: excessive alcohol consumption (I think that’s it)

A/N: So, I didn’t notice how long this part was until it was too late. I wanted to slip it into two but I couldn’t find a reasonable place to do it. So instead you get over 3k words. Sorry lol. Also, thank you so much to those who showed interest in being tagged, you have no idea how big that is for me!

Tags: @mournthewicked @damalseer  

“Oh my, does this dress make my butt look bigger?” Sara asks, standing in front of the mirror in a shop.

“Is that what you want? If so, yes. Why do you need a new dress anyway? You have so many beautiful ones already.” Y/n wonders out loud while looking through the racks.

“Because I want to make a good first impression. Besides, I heard the crew of the Enterprise are all quite attractive. I’ve got to live up to that.” Sara responds, walking back into the dressing room.

“Sara, you are one of the most attractive people I know. Neither of us would have a problem if we went in something we already owned.” Y/n laughs, pulling out a flowing deep blue dress off the rack. “What about this?”

Sara pops her head out of the dressing room, watching as Y/n holds the dress up to her body. Sara’s eyes widen and shake her head frantically in agreement before her head disappears back into the dressing room, “absolutely. Go try that on right now.”

Y/n walks into a dressing room with the dress in hand. The dress was made with elegant royal blue tulle with embroidered stars speckled over the top layer. It fell over Y/n’s body perfectly, off the shoulders and stopped to about mid-calf, and whished when she moved. Stepping out, Y/n looks at Sara who was now sitting in a chair with the black cocktail dress she had tried on previously.

“You look like a greek god in that dress, Y/n,” Sara mused.

Y/n walked in front of the mirror and twirled. “Is it too much? If I get this, you have to pick a more exciting dress than what you’ve got.”

“It’s not too much but if it takes me getting that dress that makes my butt look good for you to buy that, I’ll do it,” Sara responds while walking over to the rack where she found the aforementioned dress.

With both dresses paid for, the friends left the shop and headed to Y/n’s apartment to pick up the things she needs to get ready at Sara’s.

“So, Let’s see what we’re getting ourselves into,” Sara started, looking at her datapad with photos of the crew while she walks.

“Sara, we’ve looked at these photos thousands of times. We know what they look like,” chuckles out Y/n, weaving their arm with hers.

“Yes, but that was different. Now we’re performing reconnaissance for the party tonight.” 

“And what does your reconnaissance tell you?” Y/n glances at the pad.

“That Lieutenant Uhura is very attractive and only one rank above us.” Sara giggles as she reads Uhura’s personnel entry. “She’s also incredibly smart.”

“And very taken by Commander Spock,” Y/n points to the relationship status on file.

Sara deflates slightly before swiping through the next few personnel files. She stops on Commander Spock next.

“And this is the Vulcan you’ll be working under. Good luck with that, Y/n. I hear he’s rather cold.” Sara comments before continuing to swipe.

“He’s not that cold if he’s in a relationship. Also, isn’t he half human?” Y/n stops Sara before she walks into the busy street.

Sara ignores the potential harm she could have caused herself, and next stops on Lieutenant Commander Montgomery Scott, better known as Scotty. 

“Cheif of Engineering. I hear he’s basically married to the ship,” Sara laughs and restarting to walk once the crosswalk is open.

“Next,” Y/n chuckles bad.

“Lieutenant Commander Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer. I heard he has a cute accent but is a bit of a hardass. Remind me not to get hurt a lot.” Sara side-eyes Y/n while she talks.

“Good to know. Bet he knows how to make a good drink though.” Y/n speculates as they enter their apartment building.

“And Lastly, for the head of different groups, Captain James T. Kirk. Quite the looker.” Sara smirks to herself.

“And quite the flirt,” Y/n laughs at her friend as she unlocks her apartment. “I’ll be right over. I just need to pick up a few things.”

Living in the same building as your best friend had its perks. Getting ready for events was one of them. After picking up her makeup and a pair of heels that match her dress, Y/n walks over to Sara’s apartment and opens the door.

“Hey, why didn’t you wake me up this morning?” Y/n questioned, setting her makeup down next to Sara’s.

“Oh, I tried, you wouldn’t budge. I figured you’d make it eventually. And you did! So points for Sara.” She muses as she grabs two hard ciders from her fridge.

“I could have missed graduation!” Y/n fakes anger as she takes the cider from her dear friend.

Both get to work on their makeup and hair. Sara loosely curls her auburn hair, whereas Y/n does her hair in her favorite style. Once they were both ready, they left Sara’s apartment towards the location of the welcoming party, an old-style bar reminiscent of old San Francisco. The two stood in front of the main doors, peering into the windows, unsure if they should just walk in or not.

“Lieutenants! Very nice to see you two could make it.” A strong hand falls on Y/n’s shoulder, causing them and Sara to turn towards the voice to see a hand outstretched. “How about a proper introduction? I am Captain James T. Kirk. You’re welcome to just call me Kirk when we are off duty. And this is Commander Spock.”

  Y/n takes Kirk’s hand to shake then trading with Sara to shake Spock’s. “I am Lieutenant Junior Grade Y/n Y/l/n. I just go by Y/n when off duty. And this is-”

“Lieutenant Junior Grade Sara Conners, Sir! It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Well, we should probably get inside and join the party, yes?” Kirk suggests, holding the door open for the other three.

The music playing was just above a comfortable volume, but quiet enough where you could hold a conversation without yelling. Sara and Y/s walk up to the bar to order drinks when a young man approaches them with a wide smile.

“Hello, I’m Pavel Ch-”

“Chekov. Navigation right?” Sara finishes for him, reaching out her arm. “Sara Conners. A pleasure to meet you!”

Pavel chuckles shaking Sara’s hand, “Did your research I see. And you are?” He finishes with a soft Russian accent, looking at Y/n.

“Y/n Y/l/n.” She says, shaking his hand. “Got any suggestions on what to order from here?”

“Well, the midtier brandy is spectacular here. But they do have a wonderful mint julep.” He states before waving over the bartender and ordering himself a brandy.

“We’ll take two mint juleps please.” Sara catches the bartender before he’s able to walk off.

“So, are you two in a relationship? You seem very close.” Pavel questions, sipping from his glass.

“No, just really close,” Sara answers, reaching for the newly arrived drinks and handing one to Y/n.

“Ah, cool,” Pavel beams. “Have you met the rest of the bridge crew yet? I can introduce you!”

Pavel leads Sara and Y/n to a table where Kirk and Spock were sat with two others.

“This is Nyota Uhura and Leonard McCoy. You’ve met the Captain and Spock already, yes?” Pavel introduces the crew with a bright smile. “Everyone, this is Y/n Y/l/n and Sara Conners.”

Hello’s and handshakes were exchanged. Pavel is pulled away by a few other ensigns towards what Y/n now notices a karaoke machine.

“So, Lieutenant Y/l/n, You will be working under me. Is there a particular area of study you wish to work on while abroad the USS Enterprise?” Spock questions.

“Oh, um yes. I’m looking specifically for new worlds with large deposits of Bio-mimetic Gel. It has many wonderful medical applications but very-” Y/n is cut off by Leonard.

“Regulated by the Federation. Do you have the proper paperwork and training to be handling such a hazardous material, young lady?” Leonard questions.

“Hey, we’re here to celebrate and have a good time, not to discuss work. Give the girl one more night of freedom.” Kirk interrupts and chuckles. “Also, call him Bones, he hates it.”

“I would love to answer your question, Lieutenant Commander McCoy. My last two years at the Academy majorly consisted of training and research with Bio-mimetic Gel under the supervision of Erika Biordi. My research has been in stabilizing the gel for transport and more widely used medical purposes. I have papers signed by President Kenneth Wescott and the proper containment materials that should already be aboard the Enterprise. This could be major for doctors all over the Federation. Also, I wouldn’t be able to do this work unless the Captain has approved it.” Y/n smiles thinly at the doctor.

Kirk, Spock, and Uhura all look impressed by the confidence in which Y/n spoke. Bones looks more apprehensive about the situation. Kirk broke the silence, “Y/n have you met Scotty yet?”

Y/n shakes her head no and notices Sara slinked off at some point to talk with Pavel more. Kirk leads Y/n towards the back corner to a table with three chairs. At the table sat a gentleman in a brown leather jacket and a Roylan both embroiled in a heated conversation about… power converters?

“No, Keenser, that will overload the Warp Drive, she won’t be able to take that kind of power without the proper energy suppressers.” A thick Scottish accent talks tensely between sips of whatever is in his glass.

“Can no one on my ship take a day off?” Kirk laughs, clapping his hand onto Montgomery’s shoulder.

“Ey, not when you have a potential explosion risk due to Keenser, Sir,” Montgomery responds.

“Well, I’ve got bad news then. I’d like to introduce you to Lieutenant Junior Grade Y/n Y/l/n. One of the newest graduates from Starfleet Academy. She will be studying Bio-mimetic Gel.” Kirk pulls the third chair out and motions to Y/n to sit. “She’s not getting along so great with Bones and thought you two might get along better.”

And with that Kirk walks away. The three are quiet, Y/n sipping on her mint julep that She’s about half done with.

“Sorry, I didn’t know I’d be interrupting a conversation. You can act like I’m not here.” Y/n said just loud enough to be heard over the sound of Sara and a couple of ensigns poorly singing Africa on stage.

“Why did you decide to study Bio-mimetic Gel?” The question from Montmonery surprised Y/n.

“Oh, um, when I was younger, Bio-mimetic Gel saved my mother’s life while out on a five-year mission. Her ship shouldn’t have even had any onboard, but they had just commandeered some from a smuggling vessel. If they hadn’t found that ship when they did and the doctor on board willing to take the risk, my mother would be dead and I would never have been born. So, when I heard they were wanting to do more research into it to potentially make it a commonly used substance by Federation doctors, I jumped at the chance. Sorry, that’s probably a lot more information than you were asking for.” Y/n found herself rambling.

The Cheif engineer just shook his head slightly, finishing off his drink. “No, I asked, Lass. I rarely get full explanations of why someone joined Starfleet. It’s refreshing. I’ll be right back, I’m going to get a refill. Can I get you anything?”

“Yeah, Sure. I’ll take one of whatever you’re getting. Thank you, Montgomery.”

“Please, call me Scotty.” He said, before walking off towards the bar.

Keenser and Y/n sat in more silence as they finished their drinks waiting for Scotty to return. Peering towards the bar, Y/n notices Scotty being stopped by some ensigns to chat.

“So, how long have you been on the enterprise?” Y/n asks Keenser.

Keenser babbles in his native tongue something along the lines of “not very long.”

Y/n nods in acknowledgment, “very cool. Do you like it?”

Keenser simply nods as Scotty returns, placing a glass in front of Y/n.

“Thank you, Scotty.” Y/n smiles at the man now sitting across from them.

“No problem, Lass. This will unfortunately be my last drink for the night. Going to head up to the Enterprise tonight to get a head start on some undocking prep. Coming with Keenser?” Keenser huffed in response, Finishing his drink and hopping down from his chair.

“Oh, okay. Have a goodnight then. Don’t overwork yourself. It’s supposed to be a night off.” Y/n waves goodbye to Scotty and Keenser.

Almost as soon as they leave, their spots are taken by Sara and Pavel.

“Y/n! You HAVE to get up there and sing!” Sara’s words slur as she waves her arm towards the small stage in the bar.

“Yes, you should take her advice, Lieutenant,” Pavel smiles towards Y/n.

“No, I’m perfectly fine here. And call me Y/n, Pavel. When do you want to go home, Sara?” Y/n looks with a soft smile towards her friend. She isn’t feeling the alcohol as intensely as Sara but she assumes that’s because she’s had significantly fewer drinks than her friend.

Sara looks at Y/n like they’ve just committed the most heinous crime. “What do you mean you don’t want to go up and sing. You have the most beautiful voice! And I bet your dress would look stunning under those lights.” Sara leans further into Y/n, head now resting her head on her shoulder, and whispers, “You can sing that old Earth song you like so much.”

Y/n chuckles at her friend while shaking her head. “You’re going to have to get a lot more alcohol into me before I’m willing to sing in front of the whole crew.”

Before Y/n could finish talking, Pavel was already up and at the bar, ordering a double round of shots. After a couple of minutes, he returns with a tray of purple shots. The trio cheers the first round to their health and quickly follows it with another to their safety aboard the ship. The trio continues to drink and after about an hour, Y/n is successfully sloshed. Sara convinced Y/n and Pavel to sing Sara’s favorite song that her grandmother loved called ‘Shut Up and Dance’. This was not a song to sing well, but more to just yell the word to. They even got a few of the old crewmates to sing along. Y/n was having a blast and finally thought she couldn’t wait to be working with these people. A group of nurses went on next and sang some modern rock anthem.

Y/n cut themself and Sara off after that song and convinced Sara to drink some water and eat some more food. Both slowly started to sober up, Pavel never seemed very drunk though. People begin to leave back to their homes or hotels for the night. It was starting to get late. Y/n shivers.

“Are you cold, Y/n?” Pavel asks.

“A bit, but I’ll be fine.” Y/n smiles at the kind man.

“Um,” Pavel looks around and spots something on the back of Sara’s chair and grabs it, “put this on.”

‘Scotty’s jacket? When did he take that off?’ Y/n wonders to herself as she slides the jacket on. ‘I’m sure her wouldn’t mind. I’ll just bring it to him on the ship tomorrow.’

“Y/nnnnn, come ooon. Barely anyone is left and I got you drunk like you said I had to. Go sing a solo song.” Sara nudges Y/n elbow towards the stage again.

“Fine, but I’m not happy about it!” Y/n laughs, walking onto the stage after the current song ends.

Sitting on a stool on stage, Y/n adjusts the mic to her sitting height. ‘Take Me To Church’ starts playing.

***

Scotty left earlier than he had planned. But talking with the new science officer made him feel odd and he didn’t want to be rude so he lied about needing to work on the ship. She’s much too young for him he thought. She has her whole life of research ahead of them. He couldn’t be with someone who dressed so elegantly, he was a bumbling fool and could never compare. She didn’t need him, some old Scotsman pinning for her. So instead, he and Keenser walked around the surrounding area until they got tired. About an hour had passed when Scotty realized something.

“Keenser, where’s my jacket?”

Keenser looks at Scotty and responds in his native tongue, “you left it at the bar.”

“Damnit, why didn’t you say anything?” He huffs out, turning around to walk back to the bar and get his Jacket.

He had walked further than he realized from the bar and took him about half an hour to return. As he entered the front doors, he watched Y/n walk onto the stage with his jacket on. Confused, he walks up to Kirk who now sat alone at the bar.

“Y/n said you went back to the ship,” Kirk prodded at the engineer.

“Yeah, but I noticed I forgot my jacket.” Scotty’s accent was unmissable.

“I noticed.” Kirk glances knowingly at Y/n who has started singing on stage.

Most people continued to talk but a few people stopped to listen to Y/n sing. Sara and Pavel sat at their table swaying dramatically to the song. Sara even started waving her arms slowly above her head, causing Y/n to chuckle as she sang. Scotty became enraptured in Y/n singing and began swaying lightly to her voice.

On the last line, “Good God, let me give you my life,” Y/n makes eye contact with Scotty, making her instantly blush.

Hopping off the stage, Y/n shuffles towards him while taking off his jacket.

“Sorry, Pavel found your jacket. I planned on giving it to you tomorrow on the ship but I got cold and put it on. Sorry.” Y/n talked fast, face beet red while shoving the jacket into Scotty’s arms and running back towards Sara before he could get a word out.

“Thanks,” Scotty whispers under his breath, looking down at his jacket.

He slides his arms into it, still warm from Y/n wearing it. Her song had entranced him. It wasn’t a song he was familiar with, must be old. He doesn’t usually care for music, but he thought he would listen to music for hours if she was the one singing it. Scotty shook his head free of those thoughts. By the time he came back to reality, Y/n was gone.

“What are you thinking about, Scotty?” Kirk prodded.

“Nothing, Sir. Goodnight” Scotty straightened out his back before leaving the bar and walking to his hotel room.

***

“Sara, it’s time to go,” Y/n spoke quickly

“What? But I’m still having fun.” Sara huffed.

“Yeah, and we both need to be up and on the transport shuttles at 0700. Let’s go, Rockstar. Goodnight, Pavel, we’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/n pulled Sara to her feet and waved goodbye to Pavel.

The cool, damp air was refreshing on Y/n’s skin. The walk wasn’t long to their apartments, which Y/n was thankful for. She helped Sara into her apartment and bed, setting their friend’s alarm with plenty of time to get ready before going to her apartment to do the same. Y/n quickly fell asleep with oddly invading thoughts of one Montgomery Scott.

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Tuesday 1 September 1835

6 ¾

11 ¼

No kiss fine morning F60° at 7 ¾ - an hour at the model - then out from doing the top of Trough of Bolland hedge sent Robert and Joseph to Cockroft at the Cascade bridge - began Mr Gray’s arch this morning - then at the Spiggs Loose - sent George for Mr Husband - Breakfast at 9 ¼ in ½ hour - then had Mr Husband and Booth about the Spiggs Loose - then ½ hour with A- looking over the great plan till 11 ¼ - then had Mr Harper till 3 ¾ - after looking at the Lodge and Lodge bridge and cascade bridge came in - looked over had him explain to me the whole of the Northgate hotel plans -‘Northgate Hotel’ to be in large raised [?]  (stone) on the architrave of the front door - the arms to be put small on the middle panel of the balcony in the oval immediately - and also over the great entrance door to the Casino - on the ground floor of the hotel there will be 5 sitting rooms besides the bar and Casino - on the next or 1st floor there will be 2 more sitting rooms opening into bedrooms - there will be bedrooms on the 1st floor 12+  bathroom and 3 water closets  on the 2nd floor 30 + 3 water closets + 2 bedrooms one over the coach office and one over the top room 2 water closets on the ground floor - 2 stories for soldiers or other bedrooms over the stables - settled to have the Broad street line of stabling raised to be 3 stories at the low end, and 2 at the upper end which will cost about £350 additional to the present estimates - (about £250 joiners’ work and the rest masons work)

7 sitting rooms + the bar and Casino = 2 more than at the Black Swan York 42 bedrooms can make up 50 beds 10 more than at the Black Swan besides the rooms over the stables

SH:7/ML/E/18/0092

quite satisfied about everything at Northgate - spoke of building up (completing St Anne’s street) said I had fixed upon the name but as Mr Harper said it was of no consequence at present, did not say what the name was - mentioned (without giving name) Mr Mitchell’s application - could build 4 rooms on a floor, cellar kitchen etc 4 chambers and garrets (40ft length of frontage) for £400 to let for £30 and set this house so as to leave room for one below fronting St Anne’s street and 2 more good houses joining this towards Northgate and the last of the 2 fronting also St James street - these 3 houses to be good shops - above Mr M-‘s house might be 10 houses built for £200 each to let for about £15 - the 3 ½ ft difference of level at the 2 ends of the Lodge bridge to be one ½ lowed on the Lodge side, and the other ½ raised on the home side - 2 ft broad of rock to be taken away against the Lodge to leave that open space between the tower and the side of the rock or shale, and the present projecting square corner to be taken off - the cascade bridge began of (the buttresses) this morning by Booth’s partner - Mr H- to take home with him the plan of the brook levels and wheel and to calculate definitively the utmost length of diameter wheel the fall will allow me to keep going - then had Mr H- into the water closet - advises its being cased up with deal till the water closets at Northgate are done, and then to have those here done right - then took him upstairs into my study - explained the dampness - how should it be remedied? - he mused over it - I said I could think of no plan but making a fire place in the Linen closet, and making an opening opposite to it into the hall chamber - he approved this - said he would send up Nelson (Booth too slow and botching) and Mr Husband to look at it - sure the inside house work could be done in 12 hours if he himself (Mr Harper) was here - agreed to wait till he comes again and brings with him Mr Gray the end of this month unless he (Mr H-) thought Nelson could do it in the meantime well and quickly - but said I should be satisfied to wait - it was now 3 ¾ when Mr Harper went away - had had a veal sandwich and glass of wine at 2 - looked faint and said he felt weak on my pressing him to take something - then till 4 ½ wrote the above of today - then at 4 ½ had William Dixon of Sunny Bank collector of assessed taxes and paid him mine up to 3 April next year £10.1.7 - A- returned from Halifax about 5 - with me a few minutes in my study - at 5 ½ had written and sealed my letters sent at 6 ½ to ‘Messrs. Hammersleys, Bankers London’ and to ‘Mr Peat, sadler Piccadilly London’ and to ‘Mr Bewsher Baggage warehouse, customs, London postpaid’ dinner at 6 20 in 35 minutes then 20 minutes with my father and Marian - then coffee - read the newspapers - sat talking till 10 - then 10 minutes with my aunt - very fine day F63° now at 10 ¼ pm - Nice kind letter tonight 3 pages and ends and a few lines of crossing from lady VC-Bradfield house, Olney Bucks, dated yesterday - likes the place - Charlotte’s (Street) match seems hanging on - Lady Canning not helping it on as great affection for her son (or no over abundance of cash?) might suggest - Kind letter also from IN- Langton - 3 pages and 1st page crossed - apologies for not writing sooner - Mrs N- seems to have had a slight apoplectic fit - better - recovering - Edward Milne died at sea 9 days before reaching Ceylon in April last - thanks for the moorgame.