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imagineclaireandjamie · 6 years ago

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HRH is my absolute fave!! I am blown away by the quality of writing 😍😍 I want Claire to just come clean despite what Jamie has said. She loves him, he loves her. There will obviously be backlash about the 'secret affair' but, come on!!!! Let them be happy. Please let them be happy!

Her Royal Highness (H.R.H.)Part XXII: The Harlot Queen

James Fraser, with hands cuffed behind his back, closed his eyes under the white cloth band covering the upper half of his face. No amount of repeated blinking had allowed him to take in his surroundings, despite the fact that he had been willing his corneas to just see since the fabric had been tied at the back of his head.

“Get into the truck,” a firm voice directed him, urging Jamie forward with what felt like a fistful of his shirt.

Jamie, who had been unaware of the existence of said truck and took for granted its existence on the representation of the voice’s owner, stepped up. His foot swiped blindly through the air. He stepped forward, this time underestimating the clearance into the truck and striking his leg on the doorframe. The contact reverberated through his shinbone like a ringing bell, ending with a jolt in his locked knee. The fresh ache of it settled into his bones and bloomed an unseen purple into his flesh.

It wasn’t enough to take his mind off of what he was about to do.

A confession. Written on thin, lined yellow paper (handwritten, the lies bleeding through to the backside). Rehearsed in front of the blurry, convex mirror pinned above his cracked porcelain jail sink (memorized until his words had the bland, unremarkable quality of a well-studied criminal). A guilty plea with the understanding that he was committing himself to spending at least the next decade in prison for the theft of something the woman he loved had left on his bathroom sink before he became her lover.

The truck was stale – cigarettes (disgruntled jail escorts), nervous sweat (anxious arrestees transported to see magistrates who read fates from the crystal balls of their minds), mildew (neglect and apathy for vehicles meant to ferry prisoners about).

As Jamie situated his long limbs in the cramped backseat, his finger flickered in a test of the metal holding his wrists firmly in place. It was instinct to reach for the window, to let the breeze carry away the sickening tripartite smell of nicotine, body odor, and decay. Through the positional imposition of negative reinforcement, he had previously schooled basic human instinct to seek comfort in a war prison. He had allowed the pain of raw wrists and a fileted back guide him. Through that pain, he had learned how not to wipe at a sweating brow, not adjust a clothing seam resting uncomfortably askance, not to lift a hand to absorb a rib-cracking cough. Dismally, he concluded that it would perhaps be best not to adapt himself to avoid the minor, inconvenient discomforts. It gave him something to focus on other than losing her, other than the words he’d spat at her with far more fury than he had intended.

Leave then.

Simply put, he had been the architect of his own destruction.

After ten minutes, Jamie asked where he was being taken.

He was informed by a rather gruff voice that it was none of his god-damned business. Inhaling, he tasted the driver’s second-hand smoke and suddenly felt nauseated.

He had lost the plot of their travels a few minutes in when the left-right-right-left-roundabout-another-left-roundabout pattern of their journey became too much to track.

He was certain of one thing only: the truck was not headed to a courthouse or the palace.

Roughly fifteen minutes in, they accelerated far beyond what was reasonable for Edinburgh’s indiscriminately winding streets.

Claire.

Wherever the truck was headed, the distance between them was growing and growing. His sight stripped away by the blindfold, he indulged a bit in the darkest part of him. The part that knew for certain that he would never see her again. Never turn that dark hair over his fingers again (a burn ruffling over the stones). Never seal his mouth to any part of her again (the brief, sour kiss of dueling morning breath tongues before she demanded they brush their teeth; the soft mound of her breast quivering with laughter; the needy space between her thighs made remote by a coarse thicket of curls). Never take her face in his hands, apologize fiercely, and explain that he had never meant it (the venom of telling her to leave him). Never take her to bed and love her again.

“Where are ye takin’ me?” Jamie repeated.

“Somewhere far better than ye deserve.”

Jamie’s head tilted back and rested on the seat. He opened his eyes behind the blindfold and only saw white, the stubbed auburn of his eyelashes.

When he closed his eyes, he had a vague hope that he would just die.

After a seemingly interminable amount of time, it was the honeyed aroma of rhododendron, the sway of the truck around familiar curves in the road, and the barking of a dog that brought him into a sitting position.

He knew precisely where they had stopped.

He fought against his handcuffs, tipped his head to his shoulder, urged the blindfold up over a single eye.

Jenny was on the front steps, her arm curled around Ian’s waist.

“What the fuck are ye doin’, man?” Jamie snapped, flinching when the handcuff on his left hand grated over his wrist.

“Following orders, man,” the driver spat, stopping the vehicle and getting out. Jamie watched as the man rounded the front of the truck, hocking a disgusting volume of cigarette-covered spit onto the pebbled drive. Opening the passenger door, he took Jamie roughly by the elbow and pulled him from the car. “Ye dinna think that it was my choice to bring ye – a common thief – to this failing farm?”

The man struggled for the keys on his belt and quickly unlocked the handcuffs before glancing at the front steps. Jamie followed the man’s glance. Jenny had started to descend, but Ian had caught her by the shoulder and Jamie nodded tightly, stretching his neck as he brought his hands to the front of his body.

“Like I said… far better than ye deserve.”

He stood in place, holding his wrists at waist height and blinking in the daylight. Even on a hazy gray Scottish summer afternoon, everything was bright. Too bright. Like an amateur photographer had dipped a snapshot of his childhood home into chemical bath, over-exposed it, and blown the colors out to be too bright. The stone of his first home lined by too much light, the flowers Jenny planted along the front path almost cartoonish.

“Jen,” he croaked, taking a faltering step towards his sister, the ache of his bruised shin slipping into his knee joint, up his femur, into his groin, and settling in his stomach. “I didna do it.”

Though he had a foot and at least seventy-five pounds of muscle on his older sister, he felt small when she wrapped her arms around him.

For the first time, he cried. Great, wracking sobs pulsed up his body, his fingers sinking into his sister’s shoulders. The same soft, soothing noises his sister had honed over years of loss – siblings, parents, her own child – comforted him then, rising from where he had mashed her face to his chest.

His throat lubricated by his own snot, and face damp with tears, he pulled back slightly, and said, “I dinna ken what’s happenin’. I was going to say I took it, so she wouldn’t have to–”

“Ye need to come inside, brathair…” Jenny interrupted, running her thumbs over the slicked expanse of his cheekbones.

The television, a boxy small thing usually tucked into the front-hall closet on a rolling cart, was tuned low.

In the sitting room, Jamie’s niece handed the pudgy, soft-limbed mass of baby Katherine to Jenny. Freed of her younger sister, she wound her thin, summer-bronzed arms around Jamie’s waist. Though her words were tearful, he divined through her own snot and tears that she felt guilty. He smoothed down her hair, focusing on the newsman talking, unable to summon the grace to say that it was going to be alright.

As the baby started to fuss, Jenny patted the couch next to her. “Sit. She’s going to give a speech.”

His heart dropped as he realized why he was at Lallybroch.

He was far enough away that he could not even hope to stop her. No amount of carelessness or speed would get him back to the city to stop this – to stop her, to hold her upper arms and shake his head, to tell her that she didn’t have to do this for him. That she didn’t have to stand alone in the sun of scrutiny for him. That she didn’t need to add to the media’s disdain for her – the Accidental Queen, the Party Queen, and now the Harlot Queen (the stomach-curdling headline followed by a question mark had been accompanied by a portrait of Claire and a snapshot of her with Randall). He wrapped his fingers around the couch cushion to stop them from trembling.

He had waited for what felt like his entire life for her.

The one.

“What is she going to do?” Jenny asked.

He glanced sideways, shook his head. “I dinna ken.”

In his heart, he knew. He knew because he had already heard one version of this speech.

One where his rare woman had declared that she was searching for something rare.

A speech where she declared that she would not deny herself.

That she would not uselessly bind herself to notions of propriety and behavior set forth by others. Other lovers, politicians, royalists.

Claire would not settle, and she would not be tamed. She had said it before.

“She wouldna have ye brought out here just to tell the world that ye were guilty.”

“No,” Jamie agreed, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.

“Do ye think that she’ll abdicate?” Jenny asked.

“I dinna ken,” he repeated.

It was a lie.

#tammi1 #;mod kate #HRH #Her Royal Highness AU #Part XXII #jamie x claire #royal au

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nekojitachan · 6 years ago

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AFTG fic - Medicine

This is for @sig66, another owed fic from the @aftgremix fic challenge where she guessed correctly which one was mine. She asked for a Clouds fic, so here you go! I hope you like it.

Hmm, think this is pretty safe here, other than the usual Hatford warnings?

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Andrew stood still while Neil fussed with the collar of his shirt. “I don’t know why it won’t – ah, there it is.” He smiled as he smoothed his hands over Andrew’s shoulders then stepped back. “You look great.” There was a slight roughness to his voice, a lingering to his gaze as he looked Andrew up and down, and if Nicky and Erik weren’t out in the living room….

Telling his damn hormones to calm down, Andrew clicked his tongue as he reached for his black gown with the fancy sleeves and purple hood, while Neil grabbed the black cap; he wouldn’t put it on until he had to, and wore black slacks with a black dress shirt for his graduation ceremony. Neil was dressed up for once, too, in dark grey slacks with a silvery-grey dress shirt (which Andrew had picked out). They left the small bedroom made even smaller with all the boxes, to enter the living room also crammed with boxes.

Right after graduation, they were moving in together, into a larger apartment in the same building. Andrew looked forward to an office where he could study for his Master’s degree, and a decent sized bathroom.

“There you are! Excited to graduate?” Nicky asked as he jumped to his feet with a big grin on his face; he’d gone back to the US for Aaron’s graduation two months ago, and shouldn’t be so excited to sit through another boring ceremony that summer.

“What, where I sit on my ass listening to a bunch of old people talk way too much until they call my name?” Andrew huffed as he tugged on the cuffs of his shirt. “Only going because Bren promised me decent drinks afterward.”

“But it’s a major life milestone!” Nicky insisted while gazing at Neil. “Aren’t you looking forward to graduating next year?”

Neil shrugged as he leaned down to pet Pita, who rubbed against his shins. “They don’t really do anything for those of us who take classes online. I’ll probably just keep taking classes until I get bored, anyway.”

“But… but… I’d be happy if I were you,” Nicky sniffed, which made Erik give him a big one-armed hug. “It’s a big deal.”

It was just a piece of paper, in Andrew’s opinion. What mattered to him was what happened afterward – the fellowship he’d received which allowed him to continue studying at the university, and the new lease which had both his and Neil’s name on it.

He had a future in front of him, one he’d earned on his own and one where an impossible pipedream wanted to wake up next to him each morning.

“Fine, you go in my place,” Andrew offered as he held out his gown to his cousin. At first Nicky gaped at him and then laughed.

“I’m tempted just to see the looks on their faces,” he hiccupped as he wiped at his left eye. “That’s okay, I’ll be busy keeping your sweetie company.”

Andrew narrowed his eyes at the moron for the ‘sweetie’ comment, but that was mild for Nicky and he couldn’t exactly argue that nothing was between him and Neil when several of the boxes around them bore his name.

“Uhm, we need to leave,” Neil said in a rush as he motioned to the door. “If we want to be on time.”

“Yes, I imagine there’ll be some traffic,” Erik agreed, a proud smile on his face as he held out his arm for Nicky to take; both men were dressed in suits as if attending a formal affair.

They finally left the apartment and went down to the car which Erik and Nicky had rented for their visit. On the way to campus, Andrew’s phone pinged with a text from Aaron – a short message to congratulate him and remind him to call when everything calmed down.

Andrew hadn’t been able to attend his twin’s ceremony since he was busy with classes at the time, but he’d gone back over Easter break to tie up some loose ends (sell the GS, box up whatever he wanted to keep to either bring back with him or mail to the UK, and get rid of the rest) and have it out with Aaron one last time. To his surprise, it had gone better than he’d expected; he doubted that his brother had ever thought he’d just ‘walk away’, would leave Aaron and the States for good, so they managed a sort of ‘détente’.

Distance seemed to work well for them.

Campus was a mess with all of the visitors there to see their family and friends graduating, even if they had split up the classes as much as possible. After they’d parked and gotten to where the ceremony was held, Andrew (barely) allowed Nicky to give him a quick hug and Neil a longer one before he went off to join his fellow graduates, including Prasad. He exchanged a fist-bump with his now former roommate, who updated him on his job search (a couple of promising leads) and once again congratulated him on the fellowship before they split up to go to their seats.

After that, it was as boring as he’d expected, save for Neil sending him texts during the droning speeches; asking him if he was certain that he was related to Nicky (had there ever been a blood test? Neil knew people who could do genetic testing on the sly if Andrew wanted it done, just saying), future menu items at the café (now that was just mean), possible vacation spots for them, and yes/no on accessories for the new ‘flat’ (no on the cat-themed pillows, yes on the new duvet). When it was Andrew’s time to go up for his diploma, he was hard-pressed not to flash the middle finger at the crowd with the way that Nicky and Erik acted like immature morons, yelling out his name and clapping so loud.

When it was all said and done, he was grateful to make his way back to where Neil waited for him; he had to endure a congratulatory pat or two on the shoulder from a couple of professors along the way. As soon as Neil spotted him, he smiled at Andrew and leaned in for a quick kiss once close enough, which somehow made the whole ridiculous ceremony worthwhile.

“Let’s go,” Andrew insisted when they broke apart, and ignored Nicky’s protests about him posing for pictures.

The man really should know better by then.

They waded through the crowd and managed to get back on the road after a short (not short enough) wait, then drove to the Bolthole, which was closed for a ‘private’ party. Andrew would be honored by the event, if he didn’t know how little money the café made on a regular basis and how much some of its ‘regulars’ enjoyed drinking.

Along the way, Nicky babbled on about Andrew and Neil visiting Germany before their classes resumed, maybe the four of them meeting up in Berlin like they’d talked about around New Year’s. It was a possibility, especially after Andrew bought a car so he and Neil could plan out some road-trips.

There were times when it still didn’t seem real, the fact that he’d left the US behind to live in the UK, that he’d be looking for a job here after he graduated with his Master’s, that he’d cosigned a lease and had a student visa (and been told by Bren that it wouldn’t be any problem to get a more permanent one once he graduated).

That he was planning a future with Neil and a spoiled as hell cat.

Okay, he’d never plan on including the spoiled as hell cat. Or the annoying, cloying as fuck family members like Stuart and Will.

Especially Stuart.

That wasn’t even including Ally.

The one thing he’d finally accepted was that Neil was real and wasn’t going away. Not with that signed lease, not with all those boxes waiting to be moved into the new apartment (flat – what the hell was a ‘flat’?), not with all the exchanged texts about what they should buy for their new home (home, what a concept), not with the casual mentions of how they’d get a townhouse (‘terraced house’) when they graduated and figured out where they wanted to live (where they got jobs – probably London but maybe Glasgow or Edinburgh since Andrew liked those cities, too).

Neil cared about finding a place to live where Andrew liked, where Andrew wanted to live.

After all those years of tearing himself into pieces for others… Andrew had found an improbable idiot who worried about making sure that Andrew was happy.

(Well, Andrew and a spoiled furball.)

(Andrew could put up with a spoiled furball who was placated by a full dish of food and a soft blanket to sleep upon, as long as he got Neil most of the time.)

Neil had just told Nicky to send him some ideas of where to stay in Berlin when they finally reached the Bolthole (or at least where they had to park), and everyone got out of the car. Neil smiled at Andrew and held out his hand a little in a gesture that meant he’d like to hold hands but it was up to Andrew, which made Andrew click his tongue and entwine their fingers together.

Such an idiot.

They only had to walk half a block to reach the café, and ignored the signs posted on the door about it being closed for a private party; Andrew actually blinked in surprise to find more than Bren and a glowering Stuart inside, but a smiling Jamie, Henry, Ally (okay, he could do without that cousin), Will, Miriam and a few of the family’s bodyguards and errand runners as well.

They made an obvious sign of brandishing crackers in the air before setting them off (Neil still flinched a little at the noise), before closing in to wish Andrew ‘congratulations’. “How does it feel to be an educated man?” Henry asked as he handed Andrew what looked to be a glass of champagne (it better not be anything cheap).

“Hungry. Where’s the cake?” he asked as he rocked up on his toes to look beyond the wall of Hatfords, which made most of the people laugh.

“It’s over there,” Henry remarked as he waved to a table laden with appetizers and what had to be an entire sheet cake despite the fact that there was less than twenty people in the place; like the rest of his family, he was dressed up for the event (why?) in nice clothes (suits and dresses – but then they dressed up to ‘deal’ with people so no big deal). “So, are you happy with the new flat?”

Despite being drawn to the cake (an entire sheet cake, embellished with his name and lots of buttercream roses), Andrew paused to consider the question and the man asking it. Henry might appear like some mild-mannered twenty-something with his friendly smile, pale grey eyes and blond hair, but Andrew had yet to see the young man without at least three weapons on him (knives in his ankle boots and gun holstered in the small of his back), had heard enough stories from Neil and Bren to know that the Hatford’s heir wasn’t one to ignore. Yet Henry strove to put him at ease, to ‘chat him up’ each time they met… after ensuring that he was serious about Neil.

Hadn’t that been a ‘fun’ conversation.

Yet Henry (and Jamie and Miriam) seemed to believe that Andrew was serious (he was) about Neil and so treated him with respect (what a concept), while Stuart and Will were still a bit standoffish (considering what he’d heard about their sister and her relationship with Neil’s father… well, he’d accept ‘standoffish’).

“I can shave in the damn shower without knocking my elbows into the walls, so ‘yes’,” Andrew remarked after a sip of the champagne (it wasn’t the cheap stuff).

“Well, you know Neil,” Henry remarked with a slight smile as he gazed over at his cousin, who was being hugged by Jamie. “He insisted on the smallest flat in the building, so Dad was rather happy on giving him an upgrade this time around.”

Which worked out for Andrew, didn’t it? “For future reference, tell him ‘no’,” he insisted. “At the least, it’s animal cruelty.”

“Not to mention boyfriend cruelty, no?” Henry laughed as he held up his own glass as if in a toast. “Don’t worry, I believe it won’t be a problem anymore.” He gave Andrew a knowing smile as he walked away, only to be replaced by Miriam who offered her own congratulations and wanted to know if he needed anything for the new apartment (she didn’t seem to trust Neil’s ‘we’re fine’ – the woman wasn’t an idiot by any means).

After spending ten minutes or so going over some vital necessities (Andrew had no issues hitting up Neil’s wealthy relatives for stuff when they were eager to provide them) while snacking on the appetizers since he hadn’t eaten in hours (the croquettes were delicious, as were the mini chicken pies and the Welsh rarebits, among others). He figured any guilt Neil felt over the purchases would be assuaged by how happy his aunt was over making them, so it would work out in the end.

Bren and Davis came over with a few pints to ‘toast’ his graduation, and then he was able to escape to find Neil, who was chatting with Stuart and Jamie. “-seriously, we can put you to work in some side businesses once you graduate,” Stuart was telling Neil, whose body was stiff with tension.

“I appreciate that,” Neil said in a flat manner as he stared at his uncle with a bottle of water clutched in his right hand. “But there’s a lot I can do with the degree, maybe I’ll get a Master’s like Andrew and… I don’t know, see what happens after that. Mathematics and language intersect at some point, which opens up a lot of options for me.”

Stuart frowned as he jabbed his right forefinger at his nephew. “I don’t see how-“

“Neil’s right, there’s potential there,” Jamie was quick to jump in while Andrew rubbed his right hand along his boyfriend’s nape. “Something with security and code breaking, if I’m guessing right, which could be valuable to us… or if he wants to strike out on his own.”

“Exactly,” Neil said in a quiet voice as he slumped against Andrew. “Could set up my own business but still help out the family.”

Stuart eyed him for a couple of seconds before he nodded. “You know you’re free to do whatever you want and we’ll support you, but… but yeah, tell me and Will about this some night, okay?” He smiled, the expression blatantly proud, as he reached out to ruffle Neil’s hair. “Obviously you got all the smarts intended for Ally.”

Jamie laughed at the comment while Neil managed a slight grin, and Andrew felt the tension leave his lover’s lean body; no matter how much Neil struggled to stand on his own, his uncles’ opinion mattered to him. “That’s a classic example of damning with faint praise,” Jamie claimed as she gave her cousin a fond look. “You two are coming to London for a week or two, right? Maybe in another month?”

Neil fidgeted with the left of his shirt while he gave a curt nod. “We need to get everything set up in the new flat and then figure out where we’re all going during the summer break, but we planned on stopping there.”

“Still need to get the car first,” Andrew added as he glanced around for Bren, who was over by the impromptu bar talking to Davis and a couple other Hatford ‘employees’. They’d discussed options for an affordable used car (something not too boring with low miles), but the man had been awfully quiet on the matter the last few days.

“Yeah, right.” For some reason, Stuart gave Andrew an indecipherable look while Jamie smiled, and then the topic switched to how Andrew and Neil better not stay at any cheap hostels again on their getaways (it had been one time, when their hotel had ended up overbooked, and while Andrew hadn’t been happy about it, at least they had a room to themselves and the place had been clean). While an indignant Neil argued with his overprotective uncle (good luck – usually Andrew would put his money on his lover, but not that time), he wandered off to fetch a drink.

Bren gave him a pat on the shoulder while the others wished him ‘congrats’ and handed over at least a double of a very nice whiskey; he was toasted first to a successful Master’s and then a ‘happy life’ in the new apartment (flat). He tried a few times to bring up the car, but kept being interrupted by Davis or Quentin before Bren could say more than a couple of words.

Then Bren pointed out that Ally had challenged Nicky to some ridiculous drinking contest, and Andrew had to go put a stop to it before Stuart and Will decided they didn’t want someone related to such a blithering moron anywhere near their precious nephew.

By then, Neil seemed to reach the limit of his uncles’ fussing and all but glued himself to Andrew’s side, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. They sat down at a table to eat (more meat pies, not that Andrew was complaining at all, along with mashed potatoes); Neil nursed a cider while Andrew had a pleasant buzz from the whiskey and looked forward to the cake for dessert. Jamie and Teddy (Wednesday pick-up) sat across from them and talked to Neil about possible places to see in Portugal while Andrew exchanged a few texts with Aaron and did his best to ignore Nicky’s hints about how he needed to make things with Neil ‘permanent’.

Right, he’d just sold most of his belongings (the GS) and moved across the ocean to live full-time with another person (whose family could very easily make him ‘disappear’ if they wanted) and a cat – all on a whim.

Maybe if he asked Stuart very nicely, the man would make Nicky disappear.

(It was a nice daydream.)

At the moment, what annoyed him the most about Aaron was that his twin was thousands of miles away from Nicky. “You need to go spend the summer with Aaron,” he told his cousin.

“Huh? But I just saw him a few weeks ago, that and I can’t take that much time off at once,” Nicky complained as he frowned at the platter of pies before he picked one at random. “Besides, I need to save a week in case, you know.” His left eye did some weird spasm thing, which Andrew took to be a pathetic attempt at winking. “Something important happens with you and Neil.”

“Time to cut him off,” he told Erik, who was already handing a glass of water to his inebriated husband.

Neil leaned against Andrew after he had a sip of his drink. “Can we just go somewhere far away when I graduate? I mean, this isn’t too bad but….” He gave a significant look to the family gathered around them.

Andrew nudged him in the side while pointing to the half-eaten chicken and mushroom pie on his plate before he answered (in German as well). “Not a bad idea.”

His boyfriend smiled and resumed eating while Jamie rattled off all the family events in the second half of the year that they were clearly expected to attend; Andrew inwardly sighed and wondered if he could walk off with whatever bottles of alcohol were left over at the end of the party as Neil’s smile faltered.

He was about to tell Neil to create a distraction while he grabbed the cake and then they ran like hell (well, more Neil than him) when Will stood up and cleared his throat as if preparing to speak. “I want to thank everyone for coming tonight. It’s not a grand occasion, but it’s still an important one.” He nodded to where Andrew sat, a slight smile on his face; Will wasn’t the most jovial of people, but he’d always treated Andrew with respect and politeness even while he made it clear that Andrew wouldn’t live long enough to regret harming his nephew. “Someone we’ve all come to know has reached an important milestone, and so we’re here to recognize that achievement. With that in mind, Stuart and I have a gift for him.” He motioned to Andrew. “If you would, Andrew.”

“If I’m about to be shot, I’ll be very upset,” Andrew murmured to Neil, who’d gone perfectly still during the speech. The look his boyfriend gave him indicated that Neil didn’t appreciate the joke (well, semi-joke), but there was little he could do since Andrew had stood up and went to approach the mob boss (crime lord, whatever).

Stuart stood as well, his expression blank, but Andrew caught the way that Miriam smiled, along with Henry and Davis (who were seated near the men) so assumed that he wasn’t about to bleed in the next few minutes (assumed). Still, he had to force himself to not go for one of his knives and heard Neil mutter in Russian when Will reached into the pocket of his black pants for something, which he held out to Andrew. “A present for you. We heard you might like it.”

“Something better than that used Japanese shite you had Bren looking into,” Stuart muttered; upon seeing the ‘Jaguar’ logo on what was apparently a key fob, Andrew almost remarked what did it matter when the company was now foreign-owned, too… and then he realized that it was a new key fob for an F-type.

Yeah, he supposed it was a bit better than something used that he could afford with the money from selling his GS….

“Are you serious?” he asked as he rubbed his right thumb over the logo; he’d gotten some gift cards (mostly Amazon and one for IKEA from Nicky and Erik) for graduation, while Neil had surprised him with a new laptop. But this? This was….

Andrew didn’t know what to do with this.

He was ready to throw it back at Will when Neil appeared at his side. “You didn’t have to,” he told his uncles with faint reproach.

“We wanted to,” Will explained as he smiled at his nephew. “This way we know that the two of you are driving around all over the place in something reliable.”

While Neil frowned at their usual protectiveness, Andrew clicked his tongue and slid the fob into his pocket, suddenly all right with the extravagant present – it was more of the usual Hatford ‘must coddle Neil’ BS. “It better not be some lame color, like white.”

Stuart’s face grew flushed as he jabbed his forefinger in Andrew’s direction. “Listen, you little shit! You don’t-“

“It’s grey, nothing too flashy,” Will said with a knowing smile as he reached out to tousle Neil’s dark hair. “And the insurance is taken care of, too. Just don’t wreck it.”

“I won’t let Neil behind the wheel,” Andrew promised, only to give his lover a bland look. “What? You think speed limits should be doubled, at a minimum. And you switch lanes at will.” The one time he’d let the idiot drive a rental car was also the last.

“It’s just… what I’m used to is… oh never mind,” Neil grumbled as he rubbed at his eyes. “Cake now?”

Considering how little Neil liked desserts, Andrew knew it was a diversionary tactic yet accepted it, because he wanted the damn cake (and then to go find his new car and drive it home).

(Go home and spend the rest of the night alone with his boyfriend.)

Several other people spoke up in agreement that yes, definitely time for cake, so Miriam and Neil went over to cut the damn thing at last (Neil made sure that Andrew got a huge end piece, and the rest of his own after he choked down a couple of bites). There were more presents, mostly along the way of gift cards (Andrew didn’t complain), though Henry did give him a very nice set of knives and Bren a pair of Doc Martins with skulls on them.

“Just think about it,” Nicky mostly whispered after he sidled up to Andrew after Andrew went back for seconds on the cake. “If they give you a car now, imagine what your wedding present would be.”

The moron made a good point for once. Andrew had a bite of dessert (chocolate layers with the rich buttercream he liked) while he watched Neil make Ally take a piece from a center of the cake – the ends were reserved for Andrew, apparently - and felt a familiar warmth fill his chest.

The moron made a good point, but there was no reason to tell him that, to say that there wasn’t a need to rush things. First, he and Neil had to settle into their new home and then still had to finish their university degrees. Maybe after they graduated and found steady jobs, they’d consider it… or maybe not. After all the changes in the past year or so, the one thing that Andrew had grown certain of was the life he’d found with an improbable pipedream.

Neil looked over at him and smiled, the expression turning into a grimace as he licked a bit of icing off his fingers without thinking.

“I’m just saying,” Nicky continued to harp, “guys like Neil don’t come along every day. Put a ring on it, will you?”

Oh, Andrew knew how rare Neil was, but judging from the smile that returned as Neil walked over to him… for once he believed it would be all right. “Enough,” he warned his cousin before he said something to upset Neil.

“I’m just trying to help you out,” Nicky said with an offended sniff before he returned to Erik’s side, his husband busy chatting with Davis about something.

Probably, but Nicky never knew when to quit. Hopefully he got it all out of his system tonight and wouldn’t bring it up when they visited later in the summer.

Hmm, maybe the Hatfords could do something about that as a future present, Andrew mused as Neil sidled up to him - full of cake and good whiskey, a new car waiting for him, and content to have his boyfriend at his side once more.

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So, one more owed fic - I may post the next Ghost in You chapter next week and then I’ll have to see what happens next, fic-wise. Especially since I’ll be out of town the first weekend of December.

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Whispers in the Dark

by @starksnsa / siriusblaack

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It was already early evening when they finally made it to Edinburgh, and the sky had that mysterious dark purple color it usually had at dusk. Jon stretched his muscles, feeling slightly strange when setting his foot in the sidewalk after being thrown around the inside of the bus for hours. It was better than Apparition, though, because they had just passed their Apparition test and therefore weren’t able to perform it from one country to another.

They could’ve used a Portkey and that certainly would be the wiser, fastest choice, but traveling together by Knight Bus every summer to get to Wintertown had been a tradition for them since their second year.

“Do you think it will take them long to arrive?” Jon asked Robb, who was looking around the street.

Their final destination when in Edinburgh had always been Nessie’s Old Tavern, a wizarding pub and inn that was named after the famous monster that inhabited Loch Ness. Before Robb could answer, however, the establishment's front door opened to reveal exactly who they were looking for.

“There you are, lads! It was about time!” Theon Greyjoy greeted them with his signature half smile, hugging each one of his friends with strong pats on their backs.

“Theon was starting to think Jon had lost the ferry boat to Scotland,” Said Gendry Waters, who was right behind him, tall and broad.

“I am not Robb Stark, mind ye.” Jon teased his scottish friend with a grin, taking a few steps towards Gendry so he could hug him too.

“Oh, sod off, Snow.” They all laughed at Robb, who pushed Jon jokingly.

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Incidentally Brewer also suggests that the Camel, 'ruch', became what is currently the Rook in chess. It seems that playing cards were initially called 'the Books of the Four Kings', while chess was called 'the Video game of the Four Kings'. Maker likewise mentions a reference to a specific Jacquemin Gringonneur having actually "repainted as well as guilded three packs for the King in 1392." Unassociated yet remarkably, French jargon for the horse-drawn omnibus was '4 banal' which equated after that to 'parish stove' - what a fantastic expression. Bottom likewise mentions a kick up the backside, being an additional technique of propulsion as well as ejection in such conditions. Partridge/OED suggests the luck element most likely originates from billiards, in which the initial shot breaks the initial development of the spheres and also leaves either possibility or difficulty for the challenger. This feeling is supported by the break meaning break or leisure, as in tea-break.

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Words mews is in fact from Falconry, in which predators such as goshawks were used to capture rabbits and various other game. Falconry came to be exceptionally preferred in medieval England, and was a much-loved sporting activity of aristocracy till the 1700s. Mew was initially a verb which defined a hawk's moulting or losing plumes, from Old French muer, as well as Latin mutare, suggesting to change. Mew then came to be a name for the hawk cage, and also described the technique of keeping a hawk shut away while molting. The imperial stables, initially established in Charing Cross London in the mid-1200s, were on the site of hawks mews, which triggered the word mews to transfer to stables. lifelonging/to lifelong - something meaningful yearned for every one of your life/or the verb sense of longing for something for your whole life - a lately progressed portmanteau word.

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The Oath | Ch. 17 “History”

a/n: thank you all for liking, reblogging and commenting on the last chapter! thank you so much @lcbeauchampoftarth for being my beta and for all the questions she kindly answered! hope you enjoy this chapter, let me know what you think will happen! xx

Arc I | Ch. 16

December 7th, 2019

Ned Gowan’s office was located in old town Edinburgh near where Claire worked at the hospital. Jenny had sent Jamie his details yesterday, and thankfully, Ned had time to meet with them today. Jenny had also agreed to stay with Madeline for the day while they figured out what to do next.

Claire clocked out for her lunch break, wrapping her new tartan scarf that Jamie had bought her for her birthday around her neck. The air was crisp, with that cold bite that comes with winter in Scotland. Jamie was meeting her at Ned’s office and he had just pulled up when Claire crossed the street.

“Hello my love,” Claire smiled and stood on her toes to kiss him as he closed the car door. “It’s been too long since I’ve last kissed you.”

“Ye mean four hours?” Jamie chuckled and then kissed her again, his lips lingering after. “Any time at all is too long, Sassenach.”

“I suppose we’d better get in there, I only have 40 minutes left of my lunch break,” Claire sighed and took his hand, both walking towards the entrance of the building. Inside, it was nicely decorated — smaller than she thought, but at least the place wasn’t falling apart.

“Ned Gowan is your family’s lawyer?” Claire asked as Jamie checked in with the receptionist.

“Aye,” he nodded. “He helped my parents when my Mam’s side of the family was furious with their marriage.” Jamie led her over to a small couch in the corner while they waited. “My Mam and Da ran away together, ye ken, and got marrit. My uncles Dougal and Colum — both passed away, bless their souls, well… they didna like my Da, especially because he was a Fraser.”

“Well what’s wrong with being a Fraser?” Claire asked, rather intrigued. “Is there something I should know before I marry you, Jamie?” She poked him lightly in the ribs.

“Fraser’s are verra stubborn,” he laughed. “But ye already knew as much.” A glint of mischief shined in his eyes and Claire could imagine a troublesome young Jamie, refusing to eat his vegetables or take a bath. “Nah, there’s nothin’ wrong wi’ bein’ a Fraser, Sassenach. Tis just that for hundreds of years there was a distrust between Clan MacKenzie, which is my Mam’s family, and the Frasers.”

Claire loved listening to Jamie tell stories, especially about his past. She found that whenever he talked, she was almost enchanted — he was a natural born storyteller and she hung on every word.

“So ye can imagine my uncles’ displeasure when they find out that their lovely sister, Ellen, has run away wi’ a Fraser! ‘Black Brian’ they called him, for his silky jet black hair.” He raised his brows, touching his own auburn locks. “It sounds a bit old fashioned, clan rivalries and such, but the MacKenzies are nothin’ if no loyal to their history.”

“What did they try and do? Your parents ran away and got married, surely they didn’t have any other option but to accept it,” Claire said.

“Ahh,” Jamie grinned. “That’s where Ned comes in. Colum tried to track down my Mam and Da, but they’d gone into hiding after the marriage. It was Dougal that found them eventually, back in Broch Mordha, already starting to make a home for themselves. He’d brought Ned wi’ him to try and persuade my parents to annul the marriage. Or perhaps try and prove the marriage was false,” Jamie recalled.

“But when Dougal walked inside and saw my Mam, nearly five months pregnant, there was no’ much to be done. My father presented him wi’ their marriage certificate, and Ned confirmed twas legitimate.” He chuckled then, remembering something as if he’d actually been present and not just a thought in his parents’ minds. “My Da said that Dougal just looked at Ned and called him a bastard, saying that he was supposed to be on the MacKenzie side of things!”

“Ned wouldn’t lie, you mean? He wouldn’t try and force your parents to separate?” Claire ran her fingers slowly over Jamie’s palm, smoothing them over the lines of his hand.

“No, he wouldna. He said he could never break apart true love,” Jamie smiled down at her. “He’s a bit of a romantic. Ever since then, he’s helped our family wi’ small legal matters. Twas very helpful wi’ the whisky business and what kind of permits we needed and such.”

Claire took a deep breath, absorbing all of this new information. “Well, I’m very much looking forward to meeting this infamous Ned.”

Not a minute later, the man himself walked out into the lobby.

“Dear Jamie!” He embraced Jamie, a good foot shorter than him, his head barely reaching Jamie’s chest. “How have you been, lad? Been a long time…”

“Too long, Ned,” Jamie smiled, patting the man’s shoulder, and then turned to Claire. “I’d like ye to meet my fiancé, Claire Beauchamp.”

Bowing his head slightly, Ned reached for her hand, kissing it softly. “Tis a pleasure to meet you, Claire Beauchamp. I’ve known the Frasers for many years, yer in good company!”

“I’m glad to hear it,” she smiled. Ned Gowan was a short man with grey hair and round glasses perched on his nose. She trusted him immediately, hoping that he would be able to help them with the matter at hand.

“Let’s go into my office, shall we?” He turned back and welcomed them into his office with tall floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books, a fireplace on the wall opposite them, and a large mahogany desk in the center of the room.

“Now,” Ned said, sitting down in a brown leather chair behind his desk. “Jamie didna tell me just exactly what ye needed my advice on. Marriage advice?” Claire saw him glance at their clasped hands where Claire’s engagement ring rested on her finger.

“No,” Jamie squeezed her hand. “We’re settled on that front, wi’ luck the weddin’ will be in the summer.”

Claire smiled at him and then let go of his hand to reach into her bag, pulling out the envelope with the paternity test in it. “We’ve come to ask about a delicate matter… one involving our child.”

“A child?” Ned looked surprised, but kept his expression in check. “Let me see how I can help, lass.”

“Our daughter, Madeline… well, she has two possible fathers. Jamie, of course, and then my ex, Frank Randall. We only just got the results of the paternity test yesterday,” Claire said as she slid the paper across his desk. “It says that Frank is her father, but we just know it can’t be possible.”

“She has hair as red as mine,” Jamie smiled and pulled out his phone, pressing the side button to show a picture of the three of them on his lockscreen.

“I dare say.” Ned moved his glasses on his nose and leaned in. “She’s the spittin’ image of ye, Jamie.”

“Which is exactly why we think that Frank has somehow messed with the results, or maybe the lab made a mistake.” Claire twisted her hands in her lap, her stomach in knots.

Ned glanced at the results, reading over all the information carefully. Jamie’s fingers tapped nervously against his thighs, waiting to hear what actions they should take.

“Well, my first bit of advice would be to find another lab and have only Jamie take a paternity test.” Ned slid the paper back to Claire and she put it back in her bag. “That will tell you for certain whether or not the results have been tampered with.”

“And if the results say that Jamie is Madeline’s father?”

“Then ye come back to see me and we’ll figure out the next move. Legal action would be required on either this Hawkins Laboratory or on your ex, Mr. Randall. But I don’t want to put anything into motion before we know the results from Jamie’s solo test.”

“Of course,” Jamie nodded, grabbing Claire’s hand again. “We should be able to get that done sometime this week. I dinna want to take this to court, but if it means proving that Madeline is in fact my daughter, so be it.”

The three of them rose, nothing further left to discuss. “Thank ye, Ned. It means a lot that ye would be the one to help us wi’ this.” Jamie shook his hand tightly and Claire laughed a little when she saw Ned flexing his hand after.

“Tis not a problem, Jamie. I’ll always help a Fraser in their time of need,” he smiled, and then they all said goodbye. Once Claire and Jamie returned to the street, she took a deep breath and leaned her head against his chest.

“That went well. As well as could be expected,” she said.

“Ye ken that I love Madeline,” Jamie looked down at her. “No matter if she is Randall’s blood and no’ mine… I love her wi’ all my heart, Sassenach. No test result can ever take that away.” He met her lips, kissing her slowly.

“I know that, Jamie. I also know how much it would mean to you if she was your blood, stubborn Fraser and all,” she grinned. “I feel good about this. Once we get the test done and get the results, I’ll feel even better.”

“Aye.” He rubbed his thumb over her cheek. “So will I. I’ll research a few labs when I get back to the office and let ye know what I find when I get home.”

“Sounds good,” Claire kissed him again. “I’ll see you at home tonight, then.”

Jamie climbed into his car to head back to work while Claire made the short walk back to the hospital, where a store-bought salad was waiting for her in the fridge.

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As she walked into the hospital, Claire walked past the front desk, smiling at her friend Liesel. She waved her over, holding up a note.

“While you were out, a gentleman called for you, said he used to be a patient of yours,” the woman said and handed her a sticky note with a number to call on it.

“Did he give a name?” Claire asked, wondering why any patient of hers would call.

“No, but he was British. He said that he had a question about some kind of operation you helped perform,” Liesel shrugged. “Sounded a bit weird, but I told him I’d give you the message.”

“Hmm, well thank you, Liesel. I’ll call him later.” Claire shoved the note into her purse and walked down the hall and into the staff lounge. With only ten minutes remaining of her lunch break, Claire scarfed down her salad and reminded herself to call this mysterious patient on her way home from work.

The only thing standing in her way from going home to Jamie and Madeline was a simple cholecystectomy — a gallbladder removal. In surgery, Claire’s mind was blank, only focusing on the task before her. There was no Frank or paternity tests or potential lawsuits. Only the patient before her and the scalpel in her hand.

Two and a half hours later, Claire was changing from her scrubs to her blue jeans and white t-shirt. The next time she would have to go into work would be after the holidays thanks to her new baby keeping her occupied.

As Claire started her car, she remembered she needed to call back that patient that Liesel had mentioned. Surely, it would be just a simple call she could handle while driving home. Claire pulled out her phone and retrieved the sticky note from her bag, punching in the numbers. It rang four times before someone picked up on the other end.

“Hello, this is Dr. Beauchamp, I’m returning a call that was left for me at Edinburgh Royal Infirmary.”

“Claire,” uttered from a voice that chilled her to the core. A voice she hadn’t been expecting to hear on the other end.

“Frank.”

Her knuckles tightened on the steering wheel. Thankfully she hadn’t started driving yet, or she might have just run off the road at the sound of his voice. “Why are you leaving messages for me at my work?”

“I didn’t have many options now did I, Claire? I knew you wouldn’t answer if I were to call your phone, so the hospital was the only option,” he said.

“What is this about?” She already knew what this was about, but was hoping he had called to chat about something else.

“I received a rather interesting letter in the mail yesterday from Hawkins Laboratory. I assume that you did as well…”

“Yes, what of it?”

“The results were stated very clearly, Claire,” Frank sighed on the other end, as if he was annoyed. “I am that child’s father. I don’t want to take this to court, I’m hoping we can resolve the matter of custody between ourselves.”

“Custody?!” Claire snapped. “You’ve lost your mind if you think I would ever let you get any kind of custody, full or joint, of my daughter.”

“I have rights as her father and you know it,” Frank replied. “You can go and play house all you want with that Scottish bastard, but at the end of the day, it’s not quite as picturesque as you’d like it to be.”

“Shut your damn mouth, Frank,” Claire rolled her eyes. “I don’t want you to call me ever again, especially not at work. The next time I’ll speak to you will be with a lawyer present, now goodbye!”

Claire hung up and tossed her phone down onto the passenger seat. Her heart had started racing dangerously the moment he said her name, sending a chill down her spine. Her worst fears were all coming true and it seemed there was nothing she could do.

Closing her eyes, Claire punched the steering wheel and let out a scream — a sound she didn’t even know she had in her.

When she opened her eyes, she noticed that two people standing on the sidewalk near the car were staring at her and she waved her hand at them. “Sorry,” she softly muttered, and they kept walking, probably wondering who this crazy woman was.

“Christ, Beauchamp, keep it together.” She took a deep breath and put the car in drive.

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Jamie was in the kitchen, Madeline swaddled to his chest in her sling, while he made dinner. Claire simply stood in the doorway when she got home, watching the two of them. It filled her heart with contentment to see them both, knowing that they were all hers. Jamie caught her eye and grinned, softly singing off-tune to Madeline.

“What’s on the menu, Chef Jamie?”

“Burgers!” He flipped a patty. “And I ken I shouldna have Mads so close to the stove in case the grease pops up, but she was cryin’ in her crib and the meat was about to burn…” he reasoned with her.

“It’s alright, she seems to be enjoying her sous chef duties,” Claire laughed and kissed her daughter on the head. As Jamie finished making their dinner, Claire unraveled her scarf from around her neck, shedding her winter layers on their bed. She would have to tell Jamie that Frank called, and he would rightfully, be furious.

Thankfully, Claire was still partially on maternity leave — giving her plenty of time now with Madeline. Also, this meant she could give all her attention to dealing with the paternity results.

Claire changed into comfier clothes, sliding one of Jamie’s old sweatshirts over her head before joining him back in the kitchen. He was just sliding their burgers onto plates as she took a seat at the table. Madeline was still strapped to his chest with no signs of wanting to leave, though she would need to be fed soon.

“How was the rest of yer day, Sassenach?”

Claire picked up a knife to slice her burger in half and then sighed. “Frank called me,” she spat out and then held up her finger in front of Jamie before he could respond. “He called me at work and posed as a former patient because he knew I wouldn’t answer my phone for him.”

“What does he want?” Jamie asked, his burger in midair.

“What do you think he wants?” Claire’s eyes landed on Madeline. “He got the results in the mail yesterday, same as us. He wants her… at least, he wants joint custody.”

“Joint— No. No, Sassenach. He wasna there for ye during the entire pregnancy, he cheated on ye and now all of a sudden he wants some kind of claim on her?” Jamie scoffed and took a huge bite of his burger, the juices dripping down his hand.

“Thanks for reminding me of all that,” Claire raised her brows and sighed.

“I’m sorry,” Jamie said with a mouthful of food and swallowed. “Claire, I’m sorry, I—“

“I know what you meant,” she reassured him, one side of Claire’s mouth turned up in understanding. “But… if he is her father then he has the right to ask for custody. Of course, this is where we will need Ned’s advice. Oh! Also, did you find another lab to take the test?”

Jamie wiped his mouth with a napkin, “Aye. I did, I meant to tell ye when ye walked in, but now’s a good time as any. It’s called Edinburgh DNA Centre and it’s only a short distance from where I work.”

“Great,” Claire nodded, mentally checking that off her list. “We’ll need to do that as soon as possible. I’m sure Frank will want to move forward with any kind of custody agreements.”

Jamie made a grumbling noise, rolling his eyes. “I wish that bastard would just leave us alone.”

“Trust me,” Claire said. “I would be happy to never see his smug bloody face again.”

They finished their meal, and Claire took Madeline from Jamie to feed her. She was hungry and latched on quickly, her greedy little hands tugging on Claire’s curls.

“I’m thinking about calling Hawkins Lab,” she said softly, peering down at Madeline.

“Why?” Jamie said from the kitchen as he cleaned up the dishes. “They surely wouldn’t tell ye if they’d tampered wi’ the results.”

“I just want to know who handled our files is all,” she shrugged. “I also have a weird feeling about the name Hawkins… it sounds strangely familiar.”

“How so, Sassenach?”

“Well, I’m not sure. I swear I’ve heard that name mentioned to me several times though,” she said. “I’ll do that tomorrow probably.”

“I won’t stop ye, a nighean,” Jamie said, and then a few minutes later he joined her on the couch, sliding his arm around her shoulder. “I’ll call the DNA Centre tomorrow, book an appointment. It doesna feel like only yesterday we got the results.”

“I know,” Claire cupped Madeline’s head. “I just hope this is all resolved before Madeline’s first Christmas.”

“Me too, Sassenach.” Jamie kissed her temple. “Let’s just pray for a Christmas miracle then, aye?”

“Aye,” Claire grinned and leaned her head against his shoulder and they both watched their daughter, small and precious, their reason for living and for fighting to get the truth.

Chapter 18: I Promise To...

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mirkwoodshewolf · 6 years ago

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Chapter 1; A reunion two years in the making

*Author’s note*

Now that the introductions are out of the way, it is time to finally begin the first installment of Mother Raksha. Now just to clarify the first 6 chapters revolve around the events in Infinity war, then the rest of the story will take place during End Game. I hope you all enjoy the first chapter of this returning series and hope you all won’t hate me for the end result of what I have in store for you.

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It all began at mine and Rauri’s wedding. It was a beautiful ceremony, Rauri and I stood before our friends and family under a beautiful archway and said our vows to each other, to proclaim our undying love for one another and finally become Mates for life.

Once we said our I do’s and were officially pronounced husband and wife by the King of Wakanda himself, our reception began. It was a wonderful reception. Dancing, singing and everyone was in harmony with each other.

Until reality came knocking at the door.

Stepping out of the shadows after my mother threw her spear to protect me and Rauri, Bucky, T’Challa and I were in shock to see who it was standing before us.

“Do you know him my love?” asked Rauri as he held onto my waist. It had been two years since I’ve seen him, and I couldn’t believe that right here and now he was standing right before us.

“It’s Steve”.

T’Challa and I ordered both Dora Milaje and Chimeras to stand down and we both walked right up to him.

“I—would have brought a wedding gift had I known what the date was” he started. Before he could continue, I immediately embraced him tightly. His chest softly rumbled as he chuckled before wrapping his arms around me tightly, even picking me up to slowly spin me around.

“Steve, my God look at you”. I separated from him to take a good look at him. I placed my hand on his cheek feeling his beard. “It suits you” I said.

“Thank you, been trying to grow it out for the past 2 years, sorry about intruding on the wedding”.

“Ahh don’t worry, you only just crashed the reception, now had it been the actual ceremony, then we’d have a problem”. We both laughed, and Steve said.

“Ahhh (y/n) you hadn’t changed a bit”.

“Steve”. We both turned to see Bucky walking towards us now. I stepped aside and let the two brothers hug each other and Steve said as they separated.

“How you been Buck?”

“Good, all thanks to this She-wolf right here”. Bucky said as he brought me in to him and kissed the top of my head. T’Challa then came up and he and Steve shook hands as Steve said.

“Your highness”.

“Mr. Rogers”.

“May I ask what you are doing in Wakanda interrupting the reception of Rauri and (y/n) Williams?” Okoye piped in.

“That’s the thing,” he then turned towards me and said, “New York has been under attack, our kind of attack”. At that moment I knew exactly what he meant.

We were now in the throne room and up on screen, it showed footage of New York under alien attack. It showed buildings of fire, winds blowing at high speed until finally it showed a couple of aliens.

One buffed out almost like he was an alien version of the Hulk, and the other lean and thin like a pencil, in a way he kinda reminded me of that squid on that kid’s show SpongeBob mixed with Voldemort.

“When did this exactly start?” asked my mother.

“Not even a half hour ago”. Said Steve.

“Do we know what they want?” asked T’Challa.

“They’re after the Infinity stones”.

“Infinite what?” asked Dean.

“Infinity stones, the greatest power known to any man. My future brother in law has the Mind Stone, it’s what gave him life over 3 years ago during the battle with Ultron” I explained to my Texas bear brother.

“What else do we know?” asked Rauri.

“Last we know, Vision and Wanda were last heard of in Edinburgh, Scotland. If these creatures are after the stones…..”

“They’ll be tracking down Vision first and kill my sister to get to it”. Steve soon came into my line of vision kneeling before me and he said.

“I know you gave up being an Avenger for a greater cause, protecting Buck. And you just got married, had I known from the start, I may not even be here but—”

“Oh, there’s no question, I’m going with you”.

“(Y/n)—” Rauri started but I turned to him and said.

“That’s my sister out there. I haven’t seen her in years and I’m not gonna let some alien bastards kill her, don’t tell me if our roles were reversed that you wouldn’t do the same if it was Connor before he had gone mad that was out there in trouble”. Rauri and I stared each other down.

Finally he submitted to my stronger gaze and he came up beside me and cupped my cheek and kissed me. My eyes shut and as he separated from me he whispered in Gaelic.

“Promise you’ll come back to me?”

“I promise my love” I answered back. I turned to Steve and nodded once to him.

“Five minutes; be ready to leave at that moment”.

I was in the bathroom washing away my makeup as well as running my hair through the shower head getting rid of the curls and picking out the flowers from my hair. Once I came out dripping wet, Shuri was now in my room with a silver case. I walked up to her and she opened up the case to reveal my Mother wolf Raksha suit.

“Time to give this bad girl a full test run”. I got on the suit, latched up the boots, adjusted the shoulder pads and then finally placed the wolf-shaped helmet over my face. Once the whole suit was on, I told the suit to go on since it was connected directly to my mind.

The suit then began to fill in the gaps of any remaining part that showed skin till it almost appeared like T’Challa’s Black Panther suit, and should I go into my wolf form, the suit will appear around me like the armor on the border tribe’s rhinos.

I turned to Shuri and she smirked at me and held out my weapon. A special spear that with a simple twist, I can make become anything like a dagger, knife, sword, whatever, so long as I thought it and twirled it, it would change forms.

“Mother wolf Raksha is ready” she said with a proud smile. I looked at her and I held my hand out and she took it and we both shook on it.

“Get the chimera’s their armors while I’m gone”.

“I’ve almost completed your husband’s, he’ll get a test drive later this afternoon”. I smiled at her before leaving my room.

Standing right by the familiar quinjet, Steve, T’Challa and Bucky stood there. Once Steve saw me, his jaw almost dropped to the ground as he beheld my new Wolf suit.

“Wow, new suit?” Like T’Challa’s mask, mine came down revealing my face.

“Yep, Shuri and I have been working on it for a while, now it’ll see it’s chance in a fight for the first time”. I turned to Bucky and I walked right up to him and embraced him, and he did the same for me. “Look after Rauri and the others for me, won’t you?”

“You got it Wolfie”. We looked at each other and he leaned his forehead against mine and I drew my strength from him. I then turned my attention to T’Challa and said to him.

“Don’t think this means you’re getting rid of me that easy your highness”.

“Believe me (y/n), I couldn’t get rid of you even if I tried”. I smirked at him before I crossed my arms before him in the Wakandan salute and he did the same for me.

��Give my love to mom, won’t you?”

“She knows you do, but I will tell her you send your wishes to her”. Steve then led me up the ramp of the quinjet and as the doors closed, I then knew my fate had been sealed. Steve took the controls and soon we took off out of Wakanda.

Along the way, I asked Steve what all had been happening in the world since I had taken my new task of protecting the world and letting the government believe that I had ‘died’ in Siberia during the accords. He told me that after he left Wakanda after bringing Bucky and I there, he snuck into the Raft prison and broke every one of Team Cap out of their cells.

In order to protect their families, Clint and Scott made deals with the government and agreed to go into under house arrest. While Sam, him and Natasha had been basically around the world but mostly they kept close around Europe and once Wanda had broken out and Vision had came into the picture, but instead of turning her and the others in, he went along with them and he and Wanda had been living together ever since in Scotland.

“So will it just be you and me going in after Mama Bear and Vision or will we have backup?”

“Sam and Nat have agreed to come help with this rescue op. They were supposed to check in on us regularly but for the past few days we hadn’t heard anything from them. We’re hoping you could help track them down for us”.

“Hey I’m your nose”. I praised.

By late afternoon, we arrived on the other side of Edinburgh. As Steve and I left, we both walked into a motel room and Steve said out loud.

“I’ve got her!” Soon coming out of the shadows were Sam Wilson and Natasha Romanoff. The past two years had certainly changed the both of them, Natasha had changed her normal orange hair to a bleach blonde and her suit was now a little more bulked up than her normal catsuit. As for Sam, he had started growing a beard much like Steve, he appeared more gruffer than the last time I saw him, his eyes a bit harsher now but once he saw me, his eyes softened.

“Well I’ll be damn so it’s true. And she shall rise up from the ashes like the phoenix”.

“More like Wolf ghost” I said. Sam held his arms wide open and I hugged him as he patted my back. “Damn girl let me take a good look at you”. I then spun around for him playfully and that’s when he caught sight of my arm. “How’d you end up like tin soldier?”

“A good story for another time,” my eyes then turned to Nat and we both stared at each other. The last time we met we didn’t exactly see eye to eye, that was until she turned Double agent and allowed me to escape with Bucky and Steve onto the quinjet for Siberia. “Hello Nat”.

“Hey (y/n), come here”. I walked up to her and she embraced me motherly and when she took my left hand she then caught sight of my ring. “Ohh well at least we know you’ve been busy, check out this rock”. It was then Sam came in and said.

“Damn girl! You got a husband in these two years?”

“Yes, in fact we were just having our reception when Steve came in”.

“Wow really Steve? You had to drop in on our girl’s wedding day? You are cold hearted” teased Natasha. Before Steve could say anything, I interjected and said.

“Alright you guys, we can talk about this later. Right now, we’ve got a tracking situation to take care of”.

“She’s right” said Steve. It was then Nat went over to a drawer and took out a plastic bag that held a denim jean jacket.

“This is one of Wanda’s jackets she bought, we tried to preserve her scent as best we could, hopefully it’s enough”. She then handed me the jacket and I brought it up to my nose.

I was then hit with my big sister’s lavender body wash that she always used, mixed with a bit of perfume that she’d splash on herself for dates with Vision. A whole lot of memories were coming back to me as I inhaled my sister’s scent. After one more inhale, I took the jacket away from my nose and began sniffing the air.

“I’ve got it”. I then left the motel with my old teammates following right behind me.

As it began to get dark, I could smell Wanda’s scent getting stronger and stronger by the second as I kept sniffing the air, but I suddenly stopped as I began to hear something about a mile away.

“What is it (y/n)?” asked Natasha.

“Quiet!” I hissed quietly as I kept hearing. The sound of booming like someone being collided to a building, I could also hear the sound of mystic powers being unleashed but the sound that caught my attention was the screams of a male in agony.

I then sniffed the air and I caught two more scents coming right in the same direction as Wanda and I allowed my wolf eyes to phase as well as my fangs come out.

“What is it?” asked Steve.

“Company, and they’re right where Wanda’s scent is coming from”.

“They already found them”. Stated Sam.

“But they haven’t caught them yet, alright here’s the plan”. Steve then proceeded to tell us the plan to get Vision and Wanda safely out of the battle while also unarming the aliens and getting them to talk.

*3rd Person POV*

Wanda and Vision ended up cornered by the train station. The children of Thanos stalked towards Wanda ready to kill her but she stood before Vision and readied her hands with her powers ready to defend the love of her life, even if it killed her.

As a train passed by, something was standing in the shadows. Proxima Midnight squinted her eyes as her attention went on the figure and Wanda turned her head to see a familiar silhouette. Once the train had passed, Proxima threw her spear right at the figure but he leaned away and caught the spear in his hand, he then stepped out of the shadows and it was revealed that it was Steve Rogers.

Wanda and Vision looked at the Captain with hope in their eyes. Soon the sound of sparks echoed through the station. Proxima and her husband looked up and soon a giant armored wolf leapt from one of the magic shields and tackled Proxima and the two of them rolled across the floor, crashing through a large mirror, and tables until the wolf pinned down Proxima snarling viciously baring her fangs.

Sam soon followed behind (y/n) and fired bird bogies to distract the male figure while Natasha soon came behind him. Steve tossed Nat the spear he had from Proxima and skillfully slide under the Corvus’ sudden attack and managed to stab him right through the ribs. Growling at him as she forced the spear further into him making him hiss and roar in pain.

She then rolled over and flipped back up before kicking him right in the chest sending him to the ground. Back with Proxima and (y/n), she managed to get a good bite out of Proxima’s shoulder, but she was suddenly kicked in the gut and was sent rolling along the ground.

Before (y/n) could get up, Proxima leaped in the air and forced both her legs onto (y/n)’s spine. Had it not been for the Vibranium suit, she would’ve successfully broken her spine, but she still felt the force of the double jack-hammer kick. She watched as Proxima raced towards her husband and called back her spear and just before she could kill Natasha, Steve stepped in with the male’s spear and stopped Proxima’s attack.

Both him and Nat worked together to try and bring her down and it wasn’t until Sam came in and flipped skillfully to defend himself but also knock Proxima down with a kick sending her right to the ground next to her husband. Sam and (y/n) both came in with either guns or fangs bared snarling and ready to attack.

“Get up” Proxima snarled.

“I can’t” said Corvus.

“We don’t wanna kill you, but we will” Natasha said coldly.

“You’ll never get the chance again” sneered Proxima. She then activated something and soon the two of them were beamed up back onto their ship. The four Avengers watched as their captives disappeared and soon the spear Steve used had beamed up with them and soon the ship took off.

*My POV*

Once the two aliens left, I phased back into my human form and my helmet dissolved revealing my face and I turned toward Steve and Nat and they just looked at me with the same look I had.

Confusion, anxiety and anger.

We walked towards Vision and Wanda who was kneeling beside him trying to get him up on his feet. He looked to be in seriously bad shape as I saw a few stab wounds on his body, when I knew that was almost impossible.

He was supposed to be the next level of Ultron, at least that’s what he originally was, until he was reprogrammed and thank god he was. If he had become the next level of Ultron, I don’t think any of us would be alive and I wouldn’t have met Rauri.

“Can you stand?” Sam asked as he walked up to Vision and both he and Wanda helped him stand up. As he began to short-circuit he managed out weakly to Steve.

“Thank you, Captain”. Steve looked at him for a moment before stating.

“Let’s get you on the jet”. When Wanda turned her attention to me, I finally got a good, long look at her.

Her hair was now a strawberry blonde, her hair was much longer than I remembered, at least past her chest, but her eyes were ever the same.

“Hi Mama Bear”. I said happily.

“Hi Wolfie” she stated happily, tears forming in her eyes. As she spoke, I noticed that her accent seemed to have faded away, it wasn’t as thick as when I first met her and her brother, but I had never been happier to hear her voice this time in reality instead of a dream. A throat soon cleared, and Natasha said.

“Why don’t we continue this reunion in the jet?” We all agreed and I got into my wolf form and said through my collar.

‘Get him on my back, I can carry him better’. They all looked at me in shock and I said, ‘It’s the collar long story short I’m like Dug from UP, now come on get him on’. Sam and Wanda carefully got Vision on my back and I finally got to repay my debt to him for him saving my life back on Sokovia when the city was about to explode in midair as I walked Vision to the jet with Wanda right by my side helping him keep steady.

Once we got on the Jet and Sam took the controls, as the ramp and doors closed up Natasha scolded Wanda like a mother would her own child.

“Now, I thought we had a deal? Stay close, check in. Don’t take any chances”. She then walked back to her seat.

“I’m sorry, we just wanted time” stated Wanda. She then turned towards me and I walked up towards her. We then embraced each other tightly and I felt tears well up in my eyes as I whispered.

“Oh, I’ve missed you soo much Mama Bear”.

“I’ve missed you too Wolfie”. Her head leaned up against mine and I felt her kiss the side of my head and we refused to let go of each other for a long time. Knowing that this was 2 years too long for us.

“Where to, Cap?” asked Sam. Steve stayed quiet as he didn’t look to either of us until he finally said.

“Home”.

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