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jennsmischievousmind · 5 years

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EXSOMNIS

Chapter 8 - Don’t die on me [END]

Exsomnis: Wakeful, Vigilant

Summary: Fresh Doctor out of residency you didn’t expect Conyers to be this uneventful until everything happened at the same time. From the outset, an odd meeting with what seems like a steadfast Detective but it was only the beginning.

Notes: English is not my native language, I’m trying to get better at it, please be indulgent.

Based on the movie Prisoners by Denis Villeneuve (so I don’t own any of the OG characters) if you haven’t seen it, I recommend you do (maybe before reading) :) The story takes place before and through the event in the movie.

Snow was falling at last, the head nurse Joan greeted you with a chill.

“I hate snow.” She declared gazing outside

“Makes me nostalgic somehow … even tho I’m freezing my ass out.” You giggled at your sentence, letting your coat dropped from your shoulders, removing your beanie.

A brake squeal made you look back outside as you were about to go get change. A blue beacon flashed outside lighting up the snowy night sky. Adrenaline rushed into your body like it knew something big was happening. A shadow rushed into the doors.

“HELP!! HELP!! “Y/N” HELP!!” you ran to him, letting your stuff drop to the ground and grabbing the fragile body of Anna instead, eyeing with horror Loki’s bleeding face as he collapsed on his knees.

“HE NEEDS A DOCTOR NOW!!!” you yelled as you ran to the first med bed on your way, putting the little girl on it. You had to trust your co-worker with Loki, while you concentrated on Anna.

“Blood samples, toxicology, gastric lavage, let’s start with that.” Two nurses and you busied around the unconscious kid.

Joan had her family called immediately, 20 minutes later her mother and brother were there, in tears. She was still unconscious, a tube in her nose washing out her stomach.

As you predicted it, Anna being tinier than Joy, she had more trouble getting through it, but after a few stressing hours she was finally stable.

Her mother never leaving her side, you came back in the morning, to check her vitals, Mrs Birch and her daughter were there,

“She’ll be moved to the Pediatrics as soon as there is a place. Let me know if you need anything.“

It was 8am when you finally had your break.

“Joan, ’m going upstairs a few minutes.”

“Copy that” the head nurse answered

“Hi, can you tell me the room Detective Loki’s in please” you asked at the second floor's desk.

“Room 38, Doctor.”

“Thanks”

Approaching the room you saw him sitting on the bed reading the newspapers, you quietly watch him, leaning on the door frame.

“Hey tough guy” you softly spoke

His tired look posed on you, a tight smile appeared on his lips.

“Hey doc'” his right eye was tumefied, injected with blood.

“Before you ask, Anna’s fine” he nodded sighing “well-done officer” you entered the room, pumping a dab of antibacterial gel in your hands from the dispenser.

“May I?” you looked at his stitches on his forehead.

“Still treating your patient even if he’s been a complete ass to you?” he shyly asked

“Indeed you were … glad you admit it.” you started removing the adhesive.

“I’m … you’re probably tired to hear me apologizing, he scoffed, I shouldn’t have lashed out on you, I have no excuse.”

“Remember when I said “you better not get shot?” you inquired, changing the gauze from his adhesive plaster and the subject at the same time.

“I’ll make it up to you … somehow..” his eyes searched yours, but you were concentrating on your task.

“You better keep your word this time.” you practically ordered.

“Yes ma'am.” Both of you adorned a light smirk.

Focusing back on his face, you cursed the shooter for making his eye red instead of his perfect blue.

“It was close…” you whispered, he reached for your hand on his cheek, holding it there. You brushed the nape of his neck and his hair gently, he tiredly smiled closing his eyes.

“Hm Detective Loki?” you took a step back and look as Mrs Dover and Mrs Birch with their own daughter came in the door frame.

“I hope we’re not intruding…” Mrs Dover pushed her daughter’s wheelchair in the room.

“I’ll let you to it.” you smiled at him softly, because you knew he didn’t like being thanks for doing his job, even more, when he thought he had been shitty at it.

You waited by the main desk, making yourself useful while waiting, eventually eavesdropping, mostly hearing Mrs Dover tell Loki that her husband didn’t contact her and that he is a good man. Part of you understood what she meant and you were sorry for her that it turned out this way. Sorry for Keller Dover too, that this situation led him to blind madness.

“He has found them!” Erin bumped into you a grin on her face. “He is great!”

“Hm … you were not such a fan of him yesterday..” crossing her arms and leaning on the desk she shrugged at your saying. “We should celebrate! Asap!”

“I’m all in.” you bumped your fists discreetly.

“See you tonight then?” Your eyes went to Loki’s room “Or … you have something else in mind…?” She added, her gaze following yours.

“I ..I don’t know, your hands went to your blouse’s pockets. I’ll let you know later…”

“Doctor, you’re blushing.” She pinched your cheek like a kid.

“Shut up!” Slapping her hand away from your face, she laughed and made her way to the lift.

“Dr Y/L/N, you straightened, Detective Loki is asking for you.” the nurse at the desk informed you.

A giggle coming from the lift’s corridor made you rolled your eyes.

[…]

“So, do you mind!?” He was ready to get discharged.

“Hm!?” Inquiring, your head tilting, following his back muscle through his t-shirt.

“Scars …”

“Why are you asking?” Still not getting it and deeply focused on his back. “Oh …, you cut him finally remembering the first times you flirted, … I do not mind at all!”

He lightly laughed at your reaction and you followed. You were standing next to the entrance, he reached for the door closing it, making you step back against the adjacent wall, caging you. The first time in a while you were finally together alone.

“We should… you inhaled as one of his hand layed low on your back and the other on your rib cage, his body enclosing yours. His chest under your eager hands rising and falling a little faster. All the tension between you two remerging at the simple touch of each other. “We should squizz the dinner date … !”

“Hm hm” he nodded leaning closer, his lips hovering across your cheek and down your neck.

Gazing at the ceiling, as he nuzzled his face in the crook your neck, you silently hope that for once nothing would interrupt the moment.

“I should have done that the day you were in my car, before everything went down” his lips nearing yours, you couldn’t focus on his features anymore the closeness making everything blur, you clutched desperately at his shirt. You felt his hands pull closer … as close as physically possible.

His hand slowly reached your cheek while the other rest low on your back, holding you tight against his body.

His lips grazed yours, the kiss was soft at first but intensify real quick as soon as you both let the desire you felt for each other flowed into you, the tease, the angst during these weeks unleashed in this heated kiss.

His lips left yours as he breathed in, and with a fervent urgent need he crashed it back onto your soft soon sore’s one. Knotting your fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against you.

Both out of breath, your lips rested against his temple as he leaned his face in your neck, fingers ruffling his hair gently down his neck and spine it sends shivers through his all figure.

“I have something to do first, but .. can I see you later?”

“Mr. Dover?”

He only nodded and you understand it wasn’t completely over until Mr.Dover was found. You felt a pang in your stomach, the moment was gone, it felt like Loki was gone too again, he might have felt it as he reached back for your hands, bringing them back to his chest.

“I’m not letting you down this time, I … want this …” his thumb brushed along your lower lip.

“My shift is over in around, gazing at your watch, … 2 hours, …”

“I’ll call you when I’m done..”

You nodded, retouching your hair in case you were a mess after this little make out. You thought of Erin “no shenanigans” and smiled.

“What is it?” he wondered

“Erin, she kinda predicted this ..”

“Too bad we didn’t realise her prediction sooner.” he opened the door for you, you ended up face to face with Erin and Captain O’Malley

“Detective Loki, your Captain came to visit ..” Erin said matter of factly, eyeing the both of you, you saw her smirk.

“Captain O’Malley.” you saluted coldly, he mumbled a salutation as you passed by him.

“You’re released already?” he asked Loki who sighed

“We still have someone missing and the report won’t write itself.” he shut him down

“Yeah yeah, after that I’m putting you on forced holidays.” he pointed at him “Like I said find a girl, have some kids I don’t know.”

Suddenly Erin snorted loudly, she was still beside them. She excused herself, as she tried to avoid you at the main desk, you swatted her butt with a file. She hopped at the hit, rushing down the elevator. Gazing at Loki, he was already looking at you.

[END]

alternative end if you want more

Waking up with a start, you look around.

“Home, right.” patting your cover absentmindedly, your hand found your phone.

“shit!” It was 10pm already, no missed calls, only texts, Rachel, your parents … you frowned, a knot in your stomach. “Well, we’ll see.” you rearranged your bedhead, settled in the kitchen with the med students’ theses you had to review and started working.

Eating and still reviewing theses, the doorbell rang, putting away the bowl full of dried fruits you head for the door, a thesis in hand.

“Yeah?” you opened without looking

“You’re reckless!” a deep voice spoke

“Hm?” finally looking up, you smirked. “Part of my charm. Thanks”

He shook his head in disbelief.

“Come in, it’s freezing.” you went ahead to the kitchen isle, gathering the theses.

“Coffee?”

“I’ve found him…Dover.”

You stopped rummaging the sheets “is he ..”

“He’s alive, Alex’s..fake aunt had abducted him too. Drugged and dump in a hole in her front yard.”

“Is he going to see Anna? .. I know what he did was wrong on so many levels. But it’s his daughter..”

“I don’t know, he might go to jail immediately after recovering.”

You sighed. “Well, at least he’ll know she’s okay.”

He nodded taking a seat across you around the isle. A silence fell…

“Hungry!? I have… some prep meal … makes me sound pathetic ….”

“Need assistance Doc?” He countered playfully.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Sounds good to me… I’d gladly eat something.”

"I'm not the best cook, just so you know"

Loki seemed to relax, talking about everything but work on both sides, soon 1am stroke. He yawned first.

“Sorry, I should go.” He started standing, stretching his body.

“Like I’m letting you drive in your state. You’re staying here.” Pushing him down his seat.

“Can’t say no to my doctor.” He smirked, seizing your waist, you rested on his thigh.

“You better.” He leaned in, swiftly kissing your lips, hands slowly brushing each others body. “You .. need to sleep..” you mumbled, his lips left yours.

“Yes ma'am.”

You finally led him to your room, keeping yourself at bay as much as your willpower was letting you.

Leaning against him, you both find it hard to resist each other but the slumber was stronger. He soon fell asleep, surprisingly you followed, your body was still tired from the hospital shifts.

Elbows on the counter, 4am on the clock, you were drowsily drinking water until you heard a noise.

“Oh my..!” you gasped loudly your knees almost giving up on you

“You forgot I was here?” he tried to sleek is hair back

“Yeah .. sorry..“ you giggled nervously hiding your face into your hands. Feeling his hands on your middle you straightened inhaling, he softly kissed your exposed shoulder blades.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Thank you Y/N.” he whispered along your shoulder.

Thanks to everyone who has read Exsomnis, by far my favorite story for now. Feedbacks are always welcome, no better way to get better than listening and applying some constructive critics.

#prisoners #detective loki x reader #detective loki #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal imagines #jake gyllenhaal x reader #slow burn #jennfic #exsomnis #fanfiction #fanfic #imagines

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maria-magnolia2 · 4 years

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calyssmarviss · 5 years

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Somnia Exsomnis

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Sybill Trelawney, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Albus Dumbledore, Nagini (Harry Potter), Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Severus Snape, Mr Borgin (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: asdjxdghf i have no idea how to tag this, oh right:, Horcruxes, Trelawney fucking shit up, not an alternate universe, Book 5: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Book 6: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Book 7: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Seduction to the Dark Side, Soul Bond, Teacher Harry, Voldemort has a Teacher Kink Help Him, Does this count as somnophilia, Self identified, Dark Harry Potter, Bad Flirting, Parseltongue the True Language of Love Words:7189

Summary:

Harry James Potter is the new Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, handpicked by the Dark Lord himself. He loves his job, but finds it rather difficult to focus on when three handsome men, a snake and a boggart are hogging his every thoughts.

Meanwhile in the waking world, Harry's friends are growing more and more worried as days, then weeks, pass, without any sign of the magical coma he's fallen under lifting.

#tomarry #harrymort #harry potter #hp fanfic #my fics #somnia exsomnis

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det-loki · 3 years

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I was wondering if you had any fic recs for detective loki?? 🥺

Oh boy, yes i do!

1996 by: @kashimos-hajime

in the cloak of darkness by: @inknopewetrust

partners by: @spideyrights

Black and Blue by: @writingfortoomanyfandoms

EXSOMNIS by: @jennsmischievousmind

The first “I love you” by: @gyll-yee-haw

Kind Regards, Detective by: @letsgetoutalive (tagging the last part so you can catch up from the beginning <3 )

#jake gyllenhaal #detective loki #prisoners #detective loki imagine #detective loki fanfic #detective loki fanfiction #detective loki x reader #masterlist #fic rec #asks answered

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4everaddictedtolove · 6 years

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THE FLASH - ColdFlash fics!

Who else is super excited for The Flash to come back soon!!? UH YES I AM THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I can’t wait for the show but also for....wait for it....the fanfictions!!! The show is amazing of course but I love to read all the fics that people write during new seasons!! :)

So... Flashback (get it? ;D) to my favorite ColdFlash fics:

Winter Lies Too Long by Chichirinoda

Exsomnis by RedHead

Sweet Passion by kipsi

Better Off As Lovers by trespresh

I'm Half-Doomed, You're Semi-Sweet by trespresh

Dogs Allowed by grimmfairy

The Differences between Enemies and Nemeses by LiselleVelvet

A Comforting Touch by kipsi

Make me Whole again by Daughter_of_Scotland

Seventy Three Seconds by RedHead

My Reality With You by punk_rock_yuppie

Out Cold by Crimson1

Veritas by Crimson1 for NewEyes

Deny until you can't by dragdragdragon

Sleeping Barry by Captain_Giggles

put another x on the calendar by Drownedinlight

Nice Coat, Barry. by godbless_shitposting

The Luck of Lockup by Alexis_Tenshi

The Frozen Heart of the Sea by Mistvalkyrie

It Started Out with a Kiss by Satella

The Dragon Temple by ColdSerenity

These Violent Delights by RedHead

Relearn How to Breathe by Moriavis

Tumbling Together by RedHead

Racking Up Points by Lady Divine Coldflash (fhartz91)

No One Except You by catchmeinmydreams

Date Auction by Cold Lightning (ArticNight)

A Week on Rogue's Mountain by Chichirinoda

Rogue Heart by BlackInkedObsession

Like It Was Yesterday by fluffyquill

Taking Control by Captain_Giggles

Oh, the parking lot's you'll make out in by catchmeinmydreams

Sunshine by dreamerbydawn

Speaking a Dead Language by AkuChibi

What Leonard Snart Knows by Kitty514

Commander Cold by Thundersnow (pieprincess_andthe_fallenangel)

Scars and Sweets by Alexis_Tenshi

Social Call by Captain_Giggles

Lovesick by Crimson1

Ice Ice Baby by areyoucoldflash (hellosterek)

Maturity by iblametheghost

Public Enemy, Undercover Lover by Crimson1

.......also I will be updating my own fics eventually but I just got back from a long weekend out of town so I wasn’t able to write.........

#coldflash #coldflash fics #barry allen/leonard snart #barry allen/leonard snart fanfiction #ao3 link #AO3 fanfic

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art-of-nixxus-blog · 6 years

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I guess it's happening 😂😂😂 . . . . #comicartist #mangaartist #mangastyle #makingcomics #makecomics #linewebtoon #creatorowned #sequentialart #indiecomics #webcomic #exsomnis #orphansmythos #spidermanps4 #insomniacgames (à Paris, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bnw6D2_FMzn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=55dhqn3e2tnq

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owlways-and-forever · 5 years

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Summary: The Marauders are getting older, and that means so many things. Mischief, heartbreak, and trying to figure out who they really are. They’ll face problems within their group, prove their loyalty to each other, and discover the ugliness that is brewing in the wizarding world at large. Welcome to Years 2-4 of the Marauders time at Hogwarts. **This piece is a sequel to Behind the Mango Tree, however, you do not have to have read the first installment to pick this up. It does stand alone, but there is some carry over from the last book, especially with inter-character relationships. Basically, you don’t have to have read BtMT, but it certainly helps. Word Count: (4,052) 26,414 Links: FFnet | ao3 | tumblr: Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7

A/N: Hey, look at that! I got the chapter up on time! Woohoo! This is a pretty long chapter, and there's a lot going on in it. Hopefully you guys think it's well done! Hit me up with thoughts and comments! :)

Warnings: Discussions of violence and descriptions of alcohol/drinking

Chapter 8: Firewhiskey Breath

The end of March was cold and dreary, and brought with it a cold change in the castle. The newspapers were darker, more foreboding, and students seemed to divide themselves, staring at the each other with suspicious eyes. Fault lines in the students and the staff were becoming more clear, and the castle felt like it was waiting on bated breath for something more to happen.

James returned from Quidditch practice soaked to the bone and covered in mud, barely hearing anything as he trudged through the halls of the castle. Before he even made it back to Gryffindor Tower, he was shivering with a feverish chill, and he sniffled every few seconds.

"You should go see Madam Pomfrey for some Pepper Up Potion," Gideon Prewett suggested, looking sideways at the young Chaser. "I can give you a pass so you don't get in trouble in the halls if you like."

"Thanks, but I'll be fine," James said, shaking his head.

"Suit yourself," Gideon replied, returning his gaze to the hall ahead of him. "But you better not be sick on Saturday, we need you to trounce Hufflepuff."

"Don't worry, I wouldn't miss it even if I had dragonpox," James grinned. He was always pleased to hear how much his captain appreciated him.

Gideon chuckled lightly, but didn't say anything, and the unusual pair continued to walk toward the Gryffindor Common Room in silence. Along the route, James thought he could hear a scuffle down a side passage, but he was more focused on the ache filling his bones and the thought of collapsing into his warm, waiting bed.

"Go ahead," Gideon said suddenly, his attention turning toward the faint noise. "Straight back to the Common Room, mind. No detours, Potter, I mean it."

James nodded, and though Gideon's command piqued his curiosity slightly, he felt far too crummy to think about doing anything mischievous. He continued trudging along, almost bumping into the portrait of the Fat Lady as his eyes began to drift shut from exhaustion.

"Puffapod," James mumbled, not even seeing the pitying smile the Fat Lady gave him as he nearly fell through the portrait hole.

The Gryffindor Common Room was a mess of noise, with Gryffindors studying and laughing. Sirius, Remus and Peter were in the corner, with Sirius practically climbing on top of Remus, who was adamantly trying to focus on the essay in front of him, while Peter laughed and tried to snatch the essay away. Lily was seated at one of the tables, looking sombre as she talked to Rosaline, something serious clearly on her mind. Marlene McKinnon was sprawled across the couch, chucking popcorn at Sirius absentmindedly while she talked to Enoch Audley, who had a typically sour expression on his face.

James marched past all of them, the sound suffocating against his stuffed sinuses, and wearily climbed the stairs to the boys' dormitory. He barely managed to pull his robes off and snuggle into his flannel pajamas before he collapsed on his bed, pulling his heavy blankets up to his chin.

When Remus awoke, it was clear that Sirius had not so much as closed his eyes in the night, and he was starting to majorly crash. He knew those nights happened sometimes, where Sirius' demons haunted him and he couldn't bear to see what was waiting in his mind once he fell asleep. It was also clear that James was very ill, and desperately needed to visit the Hospital Wing. He was shaking violently, his teeth chattering together as he shivered, despite having both his and Sirius' heavy comforters on top of him. Remus could feel the warmth of his fever radiating off of him from across the room.

"You put your blanket on him, but it didn't occur to you to call for Professor McGonagall or Madam Pomfrey?" Remus chided Sirius, who looked up at him from tired grey eyes.

"I thought the blanket would be enough," Sirius shrugged, but Remus could see the worry on his face. As nonchalant as he might try to act, James was his absolutely best friend, and Remus knew it frightened Sirius to see him so sick.

"Nevermind, I'll take him to the Hospital Wing before class, you just make sure Peter gets to Transfiguration on time," Remus said, chucking his pillow at Peter's sleeping form.

"No, I'll take James," Sirius objected, rubbing at his eyes. "I could use some Exsomnis Elixir anyway."

"Alright," Remus agreed, taking in the dark circles under Sirius' eyes. He wished he could convince him to sleep instead, but he knew Sirius would never go for it.

Remus dressed quickly, keeping his eye on Sirius, who was trying to get clean pajamas on James, peeling off his sweaty flannels and piling them in a heap by their warming stove. When he and Peter, who had dressed sleepily and as usual buttoned his robes askew, were ready to go to breakfast, Remus grabbed his bag and headed toward the door, casting a backward look at his friends. Sirius was struggling to get an unconscious James out of bed.

"Oi, don't forget, it's up to you now," Sirius called after Remus, somewhat cryptically, but Remus knew exactly what he meant, and rolled his eyes.

He closed the dormitory door behind him, just as he heard Sirius mutter a curse and then a quick Wingardium Leviosa, lifting James into the air magically.

"Come on, let's move," Remus said to Peter, grabbing his arm and hurrying him along. Any second, Sirius would float James down these stairs, knocking them over if they were still standing where they were.

There was only time to grab a quick slice of toast from the Great Hall to get to Transfiguration on time, and Remus was nothing if not punctual. As they filed into their seats, Remus said a silent prayer that Lily wouldn't feel like answering any of Professor McGonagall's questions today. She had seemed rather emotional the night before, talking to Rosaline in hushed voices, and Remus thought she might even have been crying at one point. She took her seat in the row in front of him, offering Remus and Peter a small smile as she sat down.

"Good morning, everyone," Professor McGonagall said, sweeping into the room with a grim face. "Today, we will be beginning our unit on the Lapifors transfiguration. Can anyone tell me what this spell does?"

Remus raised his hand, as did a few others throughout the room. He had read the introductory paragraphs for each chapter in Intermediate Transfiguration so that he knew what each spell did. It had helped him to identify the units that he was most looking forward to, and though he remembered what Lapifors did, he wasn't overly excited about it. As Professor McGonagall looked around the room, deciding who to call on, Lily raised her hand, and Remus sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry," Remus whispered, and Lily turned her head slightly, her eyebrows pulling down in confusion, and Remus swung the hand he had raised down in an arc, connecting sharply with Lily's raised hand.

Lily dropped her reddened hand, turning to stare at Remus with her mouth gaping. He gave her the most apologetic look he could manage, but Lily looked thoroughly betrayed. She rubbed her palm lightly as she turned around to face the front of the classroom again, her expression sullen. Professor McGonagall was looking at Remus with the utmost disapproval, but to his surprise she said nothing to him.

"Miss Fionn?" she said at last, calling on one of her students to answer the question she had posed.

"Lapifors turns objects, ideally small ones, into rabbits," Laoghaire recited, "and allows the caster to control the rabbit after the transfiguration."

"Very good, Miss Fionn," Professor McGonagall replied approvingly. "Five points to Hufflepuff. You all have small statues in front of you -" she waved her wand and a statue about eight inches tall appeared on each desk "- so you may begin attempting to transfigure them using lapifors. Instructions and diagrams are on the chalkboard." Another wave of her wand and her neat scroll appeared across the chalkboard at the front of the class, detailing the precise wand movements of the spell, as well as numerous other technical details. "I have matters to attend to, but be sure that I will be listening."

Professor McGonagall swept back out of the room and all the students exchanged looks with each other. It was unheard of for Professor McGonagall to completely leave her class in order to deal with something else, so it must mean something significant was happening, but Remus had no idea what that might be.

"You are a total jerk, Remus Lupin," Lily said, not bothering to turn around to look at him.

"I'm sorry, Lily, I am, but Sirius would never forgive me if I didn't," Remus answered, and to his surprise, Lily turned around and smiled at him.

"Alright, but next time, could you not high-five me quite so hard, please? My hand is going to be too sore to hold my wand properly for days," she teased, and Remus laughed.

"Deal," he said, before turning his attention to focus on Professor McGonagall's instructions. "Right, so it looks like the wand movement is kind of in the shape of rabbit ears."

Remus and Peter focused on trying to get the spell right, helping each other as much as possible, and by the time Professor McGonagall returned to dismiss them, Remus had managed to make his statue grow a furry pair of ears, while Peter had gotten his to sprout a tiny white fluff of a tail.

As the third years filed out of the classroom, Remus hurried to catch up to Georgiana Laurent, with Peter trailing behind him. Georgiana smiled at the two of them, inviting Remus’ questions with her open gaze.

“Do you know why McGonagall had to leave?” Remus asked her, but Georgiana shook her head, golden curls flying.

“I heard something about a little Ravenclaw girl at breakfast this morning, but I don’t know why people were talking about her,” she answered. “Will you be in the library later?”

“I’m not sure,” Remus said. “We’ll see if James and Sirius are alright.”

Georgiana smiled and nodded, touching Remus’ elbow lightly before turning and descending a staircase to the left, toward the dungeons for Potions class.

When Sirius hadn’t returned to class by lunchtime, Remus started to grow concerned, and suggested to Peter that they use their free period in the afternoon to check up on their friends. Peter happily agreed, eager to spend his free period doing anything other than struggling with homework.

“Mr. Black is sleeping,” Madam Pomfrey said the moment Remus and Peter walked through the door. “A Sleeping Draught, to give him some dreamless rest. However, Mr. Potter is awake. He had a nasty bout of phoenix flu so do be sure to see me for a dose of Pepper Up Potion on your way out. Fourth bed on your left.”

Peter led the way to James’ bed, screened with a quarantine shield to keep his flu from spreading to the other patients in the ward. It was charmed to be either transparent or opaque, depending on James’ desire to interact with those around him, currently mostly transparent. Sirius lay sleeping on the bed next to him, snoring lightly. A few beds down and on the right, an opaque privacy screen shrouded the occupant from view, but Remus could hear sniffling from behind the screen.

“How’re you feeling?” Peter asked James, slipping past the screens around his bed.

“Bit groggy, but the potion’s helping,” James answered, his words loose and slurred.

“I’m sure Madam Pomfrey will have you up and about in no time,” Remus assured him, but his eyes flicked over to where Sirius lay resting. He looked peaceful and most unlike Sirius.

“Sooner, than Morgan in any case,” James mumbled, catching both boys attention.

“What do you mean?” Peter asked, his head cocked to one side.

“Has no one heard?” James replied, astounded, and he struggled to push himself up straighter, his eyes sharpening slightly. He lowered his voice to a hush, looking over at the shrouded bed across the room. “Timothy Morgan was beaten last night, pretty badly, after Quidditch practice. Life threatening type beating. I haven’t seen what he looks like, but I was here when they brought his little sister Edith in, and she hasn’t left his bedside yet. And I heard some professors talking, and... I think... I think they branded him. ‘M’ for mudblood.”

“That’s horrific,” Peter said, his voice cracking, and he looked a little green.

Remus felt bile rising in his throat at the thought of a brand on Timothy Morgan’s skin. He didn’t know Timothy well, being a few years apart and in different houses, but he knew that by all accounts he was a quiet and kind boy. Not that it mattered if he were horrible, nobody deserved that kind of treatment.

“Do they...” Remus’ voice faltered, and he tried again. “Do they know who did it?”

“Not officially, but I think we can all guess who it was,” James answered bitterly.

“Dolohov and Nott,” Peter and Remus said in unison, and James nodded in agreement.

“They’re despicable,” James said, a fit of coughing breaking up his words. “But I heard my parents talking when I was home last, and it sounds like more and more people are thinking like them. My father said there’ll be a reckoning, that things could be worse than Grindelwald soon.”

“He thinks it’ll get worse?” Peter asked, sounding fearful.

“Don’t you think?” James countered, a flush rising on his cheeks as his emotions mounted. “Doesn’t it feel like things are just beginning?”

“I’d rather they were ending,” Remus whispered, pressing the heel of his hand into his brow.

“This country will explode before there’s an ending,” James answered. “Bodies will fall and blood will stain the streets.”

Remus stood abruptly and rushed from James’ bedside, finding an empty bedpan three beds down. He retched, heaving the entire contents of his stomach, and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. His stomach clenched again, trying to make sure every ounce of bile had been expelled.

“Are you poorly?” a small voice said, and Remus looked up to see a young girl poking her head out from behind a privacy screen.

She had a kind looking face, still a bit pudgy with baby fat, all soft curves, and her dark eyes matched her chestnut waves, a blue ribbon nestled amongst them. But her eyes were sad and red-rimmed, tear tracks staining her skin from hours of crying.

“You must be Edith Morgan,” Remus croaked, his throat raw from vomiting, and she nodded. “I’m sorry about what happened to your brother. Are you scared?”

“I don’t understand why they hurt him,” Edith answered, casting a glance over her shoulder at her brother. “I don’t know if they want to hurt me too.”

“Not everyone in the wizarding world is kind,” Remus said, not quite an answer. “But those of us who are good will help you and keep you safe however we can.”

“Thank you,” she replied, tears springing to her cheeks again.

“I hope your brother gets better soon,” Remus said, nodding to her before returning to James and Peter.

It was Peter’s idea, the next night, to sneak back into the hospital wing with a bottle of firewhiskey Sirius had charmed out of Rosmerta at the Three Broomsticks. What happened to Timothy Morgan had shaken all of them, and made them fearful of what might lie ahead.

It was past midnight as Sirius, Remus and Peter left Gryffindor Tower, the firewhiskey tucked carefully under Sirius’ arm. He hoped that they wouldn’t run into any trouble on the way, as they had not bothered to think of an excuse for being out after hours. He supposed they could tell something of the truth, that they were going to visit James, but since he was on the mend, he doubted it would get them far. At best they would be sent back to bed, with no punishment.

They snuck through the corridors as quietly as possible, careful to avoid trick stairs and certain particularly talkative portraits. For a moment, they thought the jig was up when they heard Peeves around the corner from them, but luck was on their side. They made it to the hospital wing without incident, ready to drown their heavy thoughts.

Peter pushed open the door or the infirmary as quiet as a mouse, peering around the corner to check that Madam Pomfrey was not about. She seemed to be asleep in her quarters for the moment, for there was no one in the ward but the patients, all soundly sleeping in their beds. They crept across the white linoleum soundlessly until they reached James’ bed.

With a wicked grin across his face, Sirius reached out and covered James’ mouth with his hand, but Remus rolled his eyes and waved his wand in the direction of Madam Pomfrey’s office, whispering muffliato under his breath. Sirius flicked James on the forehead, and he awoke with a start, a flash of fear passing over his features at the hand covering his mouth, before he recognized his friends huddled around him.

“What are you doing here?” James asked, shoving Sirius away from him and yawning but pushing himself upright. “Has something else happened?”

“Thought we could all use a bit of cheering up,” Sirius answered, pulling the bottle of firewhiskey out with a flourish.

“You’re sure we won’t wake anyone?” James asked, a bit hesitant. He’d never had firewhiskey before, he was pretty sure his friends hadn’t either, and he wasn’t sure the best place to try it for the first time was in the middle of the Hospital Wing.

“I cast muffliato,” Remus said, but he looked around the room anyway, making sure that none of the patients seemed disturbed.

Little Edith Morgan was curled up on the bed next to her brother’s, refusing to return to her dorm until he awoke. She was fast asleep, her fingers twitching around the blanket in her fist as dreams played out in her mind. Next to her, Timothy was as still as ever, still looking more like a corpse than a living boy. The cuts on his face had swollen more, and the hints of bruises that had been there before were now dark and angry looking. Remus had never seen anyone look worse, or less likely to wake up.

Sirius whisked out his wand and conjured up four small tumblers, setting them town on James’ nightstand and uncorking the bottle of firewhiskey. He doled out a healthy measure of the amber liquid for each of them, and handed them each a glass.

“Cheers,” he said, his eyes growing darker and more serious for a minute, before he pasted a mischievous look over it.

The four boys clinked glasses lightly, before bringing the firewhiskey to their lips. Sirius downed the whole thing in one go, shaking his head slightly at the burn. Peter sniffed and wrinkled his nose, but not wanting to be left out, he drank the liquid in two gulps anyway. Following Sirius’ lead, James attempted to swallow the contents of his class in one, but he coughed and spluttered, nearly spraying it across the rest of them. Remus drank more slowly, savouring the taste as much as he could, not altogether hating the burn of the firewhiskey sliding down his throat.

When all of their tumblers were empty, Sirius poured them another serving, and they drank that too. Again and again they downed the firewhiskey in silence, the bottle starting to run low. It wasn’t long until the boys could feel the effects of the firewhiskey, muddling their minds and their movements. They felt like the world was blurring around them, their cares and their worries fading into the haze.

They had been quiet as they drank the first few glasses, the mood still somber after their earlier conversation. But as the alcohol loosened their tongues and clouded their judgment, they began to dissolve into a giggling mess. Somehow, the world became amusing again, instead of scary, and they were able to laugh at the ridiculousness of a wizard calling himself ‘The Dark Lord’.

“Wha’f’s like the Wiz’d’ve Oz,” Peter slurred, practically cackling as the other three boys stared at him with dumbstruck expressions. “Y’know, with the guy like... and the curtain... ‘n’ something ‘bout a horse... a painted horse...”

“Peter, what in Merlin’s name are you on about?” Sirius asked, swaying unsteadily in his chair.

“I think,” Remus snorted, unable to stop laughing, “I think he means the guy on the curtain... the guy... the guy in the curtain? Jus’... poof! Smoke ‘n’ mirrors...”

“Mirrors...” James mused, staring at his hand in fascination as he wiggled his fingers. “Mirrors are weird...”

“Bet Tomothy Mirgin isn’t gon’ wanna look in a mirror any time soon,” Sirius guffawed, leaning back in his chair.

“No, he won’t,” Remus said, suddenly saddened. He looked like he might cry, his eyes shining.

“He’s brave,” Peter added, his tone becoming more somber.

“To Tomothy!” Sirius cheered loudly, hoisting his tumbler into the air.

“Do you think there really could be flying monkeys?” James asked, his mind spinning, his friends all answering in unison.

“No,” Sirius scoffed without hesitation.

“Yes!” Peter shrieked enthusiastically.

“Maybe,” Remus replied, ever the diplomat.

The four of them dissolved into a fit of laughter at the ridiculousness of giving three different answers all at the precise same time. From there, the conversations spiraled, drifting down every stray train of thought, incoherent to anyone but them. They stayed up for hours, fueling themselves with more firewhiskey any time they started to feel tired. Finally, as the sky began to lighten, Peter curled up on the bed with James, Remus leaned forward and rested his head on James’ stomach, and Sirius reclined in his chair, propping his legs up on the bed.

They dozed for half an hour before James sat up abruptly, shoving the others off of him.

“Move! Move!” he hissed, vaulting out of bed.

As the others rubbed sleepily at their eyes, James scurried to the bathroom at the end of the ward. They could hear the sound of retching coming from behind the door, and a few minutes later James emerged, wiping miserably at his mouth.

“Okay, I never want to drink again,” James sulked as he crawled back into bed. “You should get back to Gryffindor Tower before somebody catches you.”

Remus nodded, seeing the sense in James’ words, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to move. Sirius groaned and wiggled onto his side as much as he could in the chair, tucking his head into his hands.

“Okay,” Peter sighed, though his eyes didn’t open. “Okay, let’s go.”

Peter swung his legs out of the bed, nudging Sirius with his feet. Remus stood, hissing at the amount of light streaming in from the windows. Together, he and Peter hauled Sirius to his feet, and James watched as the three of them struggled out of the Hospital Wing together. With a groan, he rolled over in bed, covering his eyes with one of the pillows. He imagined that as soon as the others got back to the dormitory, they would be doing much the same thing. At least it was Saturday, and they could all spend the day in bed.

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Not a question so don't worry about responding if you don't want too! Just wanted to let you know how happy your coldflash fics make me. I mean, they seriously just make my day so much better. I've lost count of the times I've read tumbling together and 73 seconds and these violent delights (and exsomnis when I want short read). Thank you so incredibly much for them all ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Messages make this seriously make my day and I keep them in my inbox and smile every time I reread them

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Within squares interlinked/Exsomnis.

Stockholm, Sweden.

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asfaltics · 6 years

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beyond a radius of tide tables

Icuncula Bridge of boats. Ignitulo Radius of curves. Adruenda In either case. Adruenti In either case. Eloquens Interchangeable. Exsomnis Beyond a radius of. Exoccupo Tide tables.

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Citat My (our) Despatch, No. [1], dated 30th September.

ex Word Code for Foreign State Telegrams, Compiled for the Government of India, by J. H. Lane, Indian Government Telegraph Department. Fourth Edition, prepared at the India Office, London, under the direction of J. J. Allen, Indian Government Telegraph Department, Retired. Part II.—Code Phrase. London, 1903. opens to page containing Icuncula, University of Rajasthan copy, at archive.org

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EXSOMNIS

Chapter 7 - Trauma

Exsomnis: Wakeful, Vigilant

Notes: English is not my native language, I’m trying to get better at it, please be indulgent.

The little Joy Birch had been rushed to the hospital by a woman, she had found her running near the highway 30 minutes ago. After asking the head nurse to have the case and getting rejected you went to your colleague.

“Dr Vera can we switch patient?” you requested

He eyed you over his glasses.

“and why should I say yes?” he was known to be an asshole but you tried anyway.

“Coz’ you owe me one.”

He sighed.

“Come on you know I was in Pediatrics during my internship. The E.R is all yours for at least a few hours.”

His eyes almost sparkle.

Entering Joy’s room with the tablet, someone followed closely.

“How is she? Can she talk?” Loki asked the nurse who looked at you as he entered.

“She won’t be able to answer to anything for now. She’s been highly drug, she needs to rest.” you declared eyes on the screen.

“When then!?” He fumed, the nurse tried to tell him gently to calm the hell down.

You sighed, “I’ll let you know.” He was about to open his mouth once again to yell.

“Not now Detective!” You countered firmly. The nurse froze on the other side of the bed, her eyes bouncing between the two of you.

“Prepare her for the Pediatrics please.” You ordered the nurse, she nodded getting back to the main desk. Loki went out followed by you.

Taking a big breath to stay calm you turn to him. “I understand you must find Anna, but Joy is not of any use right now.” He didn’t answer first then his eyes flickered “Don’t get in my way!” he retorqued still lost in his thoughts.

“Fuck you Loki!” You immediately lost your self-control, you were on the edge to slap him he was being a complete moron, he didn’t waver at your answer. At the same moment, Joy’s parents rushed in, shoving Loki to the side. He left, ordering cops around. Your attention turned to the Birch giving them Joy’s state.

“She ingested drugs, but she’ll be fine now, her body started to eliminate it on his own, she won’t be suffering any side effect like an addiction. She needs rest, we’ll move her upstairs in the Pediatrics in a few.”

Mrs Burch was caressing her child’s forehead, tears running down her face, you knew she wasn’t really listening. Mr Birch nodded to you, wiping his eyes.

“Let the nurse know if you need anything.”

You left the room, avoiding some officers. You demanded to follow Joy’s case up to Pediatrics. Excusing yourself from the unit, you step on the outdoor emergency staircase, you let out a cry of annoyance griping the handrail tight. As much as you knew the emotional and stressful burden that Loki was under, talking to you, especially you, like that was too much.

Joy's advance results were back from the lab, frowning at her sats you felt a presence behind you.

“So he's here ...” Erin appeared.

“Yep” you sighed

“Not going to lie, I liked him better before” she watched him from afar. Loki was reviewing things with the other Detective in the corridor.

“No kidding. Don't worry he's getting on my nerves too right now.” You tap on the screen a bit too hard, it made the screen wobble.

“What exactly did you see in him?” she continued, rubbing salt in the wound.

“Don't you have a job to do?” you suggested

“Break time, she said dismissing your question, he is stressing me!” she crossed her arms leaning on the desk.

“Remember when you practically shoved me in a room with him? you contributed to this happening.” pointing to him then to you, she immediately felt offended.

“Oh come on! Don't kill the cupid!” she cried

“Cupid AH! you fake laughed, see you later … Cupid my ass” you mumbled.

“No makeup shenanigans in maintenance lockers!” she whispered following you before turning right while you turned left to the lift.

“You're hilarious.” you said not amused, she, on the other hand, was wriggling her eyebrows as she always does.

10 minutes later the Dovers came in, a nurse might have seen you sighed because she passed by you letting you know that she got this one. Although you understood Mr Dover frantic actions, the man scared you a little. The elevator rang, and you heard Loki’s voice, mix feelings engulfed you as he passed the desks shouting to an officer. Suddenly Mr Dover exited Joy’s room, followed by his wife, your eyes bounced between him and Loki, everything happened in a blink of an eye, Mr Dover started running down the hallway, Loki yelled, pursuing him.

Rushing to Joy’s side just in case, you saw she was okay, she was awake but still weak. Most of the staffs presumed Mr Dover was the kidnapper, that’s why he ran they said. Despite his extremely weird behaviour and Loki’s fucking mood, the only thing that mattered to you at this moment was taking care of Joy. Seeing her state, you were really worried about Anna’s as she was tinier than the Birch’s child

Later on, you were back in the E.R while Joy was resting since she was stable.

“WE NEED A DOC HERE!” The head nurse called out, you rushed at the two medics bringing a young man.

“What do we got?”

“Male, around 30, GCS 4, he got into V-fib in the ambo but stable now.”

“What the hell,” you uttered observing with horror his face tumefies, probably broken nose and jaw, patches of burn skins all over. He couldn’t even open one of his eyes.

“Transfer on my count, 1.2.3!”

“Thanks guys,” the medics exited giving you room. Nurses bustle around him.

“BP 100 over 70, sats 98, heart rate 196.“ A nurse read the screen.

“I need an X-ray, ultrasound, EKG for now.” You ordered.

“It’s Alex Jones,” the grave voice at your left announced, Loki was there in the door frame. His face was shut, his jaw tensed and like every time he’s stressed out, he was blinking erratically.

After checking the X-ray and ultrasound you hissed at the result, this kid was not out of the woods. The nurse pushed in the IV some morphine, 2 nurses started cutting Alex’s clothes getting rid of it to see any other injuries. You took this time to grab Loki.

“Should I know something?” You searched for his eyes, rubbing your hands with the anti-bacterial gel.

He sighed, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index. “We found him enclose in a 5m² bathroom, he might have been there a solid week. An officer we’ll be here shortly to take photographs of his face and body.”

“I’ll brief the nurses.” He nodded still avoiding unnecessary eye-contact. It wasn’t the time to argue about earlier, so you went back to Jones’ side.

The head nurse had been harassing you to take a break for an hour so you went to take a nap in an intern room but someone decided to knock on the door.

“Yeah?” You mumbled, looking at your badger in case you had missed a call.

“Doctor Y/L/N, the detective is asking for you.“

“Which detective?” you asked propping up, resting your elbows on your knees rubbing your eyes.

“Loki,” his voice was grave he passed the nurse entering the tiny room. You gestured to the chair near the desk, he hesitated but sat. The nurse closed the door eyeing you first.

“Did Alex Jones said something?” his voice was tired and less annoyed than earlier.

“He can’t really talk, his jaw is damaged and as you know this kid he’s not entirely there. Is his aunt coming soon?"

“I’m going over her house in a few.”

“Careful...” you were thinking about M.Dover who was outside looking for his daughter, he might become dangerous.

Nodding, the exchange stopped letting an awkward silence settle, his hand brushed his forehead, he stood up inhaling, regaining his composure.

“Y/N ...” BIP BIP BIP your pager rang.

“Got to go!” Grabbing your blouse, you passed by him, on the way out you gently squeezed his forearm as a comforting gesture, you couldn’t help it, but you were not going to sat him down and talked to him like you had done before, the ball was now in his court.

Chapter 8 (END) : Don’t die on me

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