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fruitcoops · 4 years

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SIRIUS/REMUS PLAYING WITH PUPPIES WHILE ANSWERING FANS QUESTIONS

Please know that if we ever met in person, I would literally lift you off your feet and hug you for suggesting this. My afternoon was filled with adorable puppy videos because of this!

Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

“Can I have them?” Remus asked softly, staring at the person behind the camera with big, pleading eyes. “Please?”

“Do the introduction and then we’ll set ‘em loose,” Marlene said.

“Fine. Hey, everyone, welcome back to Lion Pride! I’m Remus Lupin and I’m here today to play with puppies.”

“And answer questions.”

“And answer questions,” he added. “Maybe, like, one or two in between snuggles.”

“You’re going to answer all of them,” Marlene said more firmly.

He rolled his eyes and took the lid off the jar of paper slips. “Can I have the puppies now?”

A door clicked open behind the camera and Remus lit up as four puppies tumbled into frame, racing straight for him. “Hello, babies!” he laughed as a tiny golden retriever jumped on his chest. “Oh, I love you so much. Come here, come here, let me give you kisses.”

“Question number one?” Marlene prompted as he began playing with them and rolling their toys around.

Remus sighed and pulled a question out. “What would I be doing if I didn’t become a hockey player? Physical therapy for su—ope, okay, you can have that one.”

The Irish Setter puppy growled playfully as they played a short game of tug-of-war until the paper tore.

“Oh no, it broke!” Remus exclaimed, giving the pup a scratch behind the ears while it chewed on the leftover scraps. “Yes, that’s all yours now. Next one: what is the best part about playing professional hockey? I get to do interviews like this.” One of the puppies, a medium-sized black one, began chewing on one of the laces of his Converse. “Excuse me—excuse me, young man, that’s my shoelace. Are you chewing it because it’s rainbow? Is this homophobia?”

“Remus.”

“Sorry.” He lifted the puppy into his arms and kissed his head. “Okay, munchkin, what’s next? What’s next? You’re so fucking cute, I just wanna squish you. Um, what’s the most common thing fans say when they meet me?” He laughed and the puppy licked his cheek. “Usually they look at me and go, ‘god, you’re tall’, which surprises people because I’m always around these gigantic guys. Do these dogs have names?”

“If I tell you their names, you’re going to get attached.”

“We have crossed, salted, and burned that bridge, Marley.”

“The one you’re holding is Mercutio, the red one is Juliet, the retriever is Pip, and the fluffy one on your lap is Lucie, after Lucie Manette.”

Remus’ jaw went slack. “They’re named after book characters?” he asked in a small voice.

“Yep.”

“Oh, no.” He reached out and pulled Juliet and Pip into his arms for a moment. “Oh, no, you all have to come home with me now. The next question is…would I ever do drag? Probably not, but I looked hot as fuck in eyeliner, so do with that what you will.”

“Which video was that?”

“It was the fear pong one, which I played with my fiancé and my friends James and Lily!” His voice pitched up as he turned to talk to Mercutio. “I did, buddy! It was so fun! Yes, it was!”

“Remus. Questions.”

“Right. What’s one of my weirdest or funniest fan encounters? There was this one lady, she was like forty-something, and she came up to me while I was at the post office and asks ‘are you Remus Lupin?’ and I said, ‘yes, that’s me’ and she’s like ‘from the Gryffindor Lions?’ and I said yes again and then she went—” He narrowed his eyes and nodded his head slowly. “—‘I knew you were gay. Good for you, kiddo’ and then left. It was the weirdest fucking thing, especially considering I had played, like, one game with the team by that point.”

“Are you serious?” Marlene asked.

“Totally honest. I never saw her again, either.” Juliet put her paws on the front of his Lions hoodie and began licking the edge of his jaw. “Hey, sweet girl, thank you for the kisses. Can I grab another question? No? Okay, we can stay here.”

Pip began yipping and Mercutio wiggled out of Remus’ hold, launching himself at the other dog with a tiny growl.

“Mercutio, no!” Remus gasped, scooting Juliet aside so he could put the two puppies under his arms. His hands were big enough to almost cover their whole bellies. “We’re not here to start fights, you two. Apologize.” They turned their heads to lick his cheeks. “I didn’t mean apologize to me, but okay. You’re so soft and warm, what the hell?”

“Next question?”

“What’s the craziest rumor I’ve heard about myself? A solid group of people thought I asked to be on the team, which isn’t true. I didn’t even know people were considering it until James and Lily’s wedding. Coach wanted it to be a surprise while he cleared it with the organization.” Remus shook his head and slowly petted Lucie as she napped on his thigh. “Is there a celebrity I’ve met that left me starstruck? Ha! Yes. There was a fundraiser a few months ago and Sam Neill was there, which I didn’t know until I turned around and he was about two feet away.”

“What did you do?”

Remus laughed and turned faintly pink. “Um, I made a sort of squeaking noise and he kinda chuckled, which was mortifying in and of itself. He goes, ‘hi, I’m Sam’ and I nodded because duh, he’s Sam fucking Neill, and then I mumbled something about Jurassic Park and he smiled and said, ‘son, you’re blocking the water’ and I just about died on the spot.”

“Did anyone see you?”

“Sirius was standing next to me the entire time and silently laughing his ass off. I saw them talking later, and when were about to drive home he hands me this napkin and it has Sam Neill’s autograph on it.”

“He didn’t,” Marlene gasped.

Remus nodded. “He did.”

“That’s the smoothest move I’ve ever heard of.”

“It was incredible.” Juliet waddled closer and nudged a red ball out from under Remus’ knee, which he picked up and tossed before taking out another question. “Do I appreciate when fans come up to me in public or is it annoying? Oh, it’s never annoying. It’s a little weird if I’m eating lunch somewhere or running errands and someone tries to sneak a picture, though. I love all the fans and it’s super fun talking to everyone, so please just come over and say hello instead of failing to be sneaky while I’ve got pizza grease on my face.”

“Even if you’re on a date?”

Remus snorted. “Okay, well, use some common sense. Pip—babycakes, stop trying to eat the questions. There we go.” He settled the puppy into his lap and rolled the ball for Juliet again. “In a movie about my life, who would I want to play me and Sirius?” He paused and looked at the camera. “I would want us to play ourselves, but only because neither of us can act and it would be so fucking funny to make the absolute worst movie.”

“Come on,” Marlene groaned.

“I’m being a hundred percent honest right now! I think it would be hilarious. We’d be terrible.” Juliet pawed at his arm insistently until he grabbed the ball, but she wouldn’t let it go and they ended up playing tug-of-war despite the fact that she had no traction on the floor and kept sliding around. “Aren’t you a feisty one, sweet girl! What is the most memorable moment of my life that I want to cherish forever? This. Right here, right now.”

“Really?”

“I have two dogs on my lap, one under my arm, and the other slobbering all over my hand. This is the best possible place to be. Wait, hang on a second.” Remus carefully lifted Lucie up and laid down, settling her on his abdomen as the other three clambered over to flop on him. “Oh, yeah, this is the peak of my entire life.”

“You’re not going to say your engagement? Maybe the day you started playing for the Lions?”

“Nope. The engagement was incredible and one of my favorite memories for sure, but I was shaking in my skates.”

“Just read the next question.”

“Okay! What’s my go-to karaoke song?” He hummed for a moment, then laughed as Lucie scooted up to rest her head under his chin. “I think it’s probably ‘I Wanna Dance with Somebody’ by Whitney Houston. Lily and I did a duet of that a year or so ago, and it rocked.”

Pip began gnawing on the cuff of his sweatshirt. “Pip,” Marlene scolded; her foot appeared in frame until Remus waved her off with a smile.

“It’s okay, he can chew if he wants to. It’s an old sweater anyway, and it’s not even mine!” He scratched behind Pip’s ears. “No, it’s not, peach-a-keen! You can go nuts with that as long as you’re cozy. What is…my favorite behind-the-scenes Lions moment? Our groupchat, no contest.”

“Does it have the whole team?”

“Most of us, yeah. You have to earn your spot.” Remus looked over at the camera and Lucie put her head on his neck. “Looks like I’ve been banned from turning my head now, huh?”

“Are you comfortable?”

“Marley, there are very few things that would make me happier than I am right now. I’m being slowly crushed by puppies and I get to cuddle them for free.” He reached blindly into the question jar. “This is a two-part question. Do I prefer big dogs or small dogs, and how is Hattie doing? I love all dogs, but I think I prefer big ones because they’re always so much fun, and I don’t feel like I’m accidentally going to break them if I move wrong. Hattie’s doing well! She’s almost eighty pounds and she’s at home with Sirius right now, probably getting snuggled within an inch of her fuzzy little life.”

“That’s the dream right there.”

“Tell me about it. Alright, sorry ladies and gents, but I have to sit up to get to the questions.” All four puppies made noises of protest when he started sitting up and he sighed, eyebrows pitching upward. “I know, I know, it’s really hard. Here, how about we…” Remus carefully gathered them until he held all four against his chest; their tiny faces looked out over his forearms and he placed a kiss on each of their heads. “Much better.”

“Can you get to the jar?”

It took a bit of maneuvering, but he managed to reach in. “Do you want to read it?” he asked Mercutio as the puppy tried to bite the slip. “No? Okay. What is my favorite thing about playing on the same team as my fiancé? That is an excellent question. My favorite thing is that we finally have the same schedule, so we can build in time to hang out more easily. It was hard to do that when we were doing different things.”

Pip yawned and the entire camera crew ‘awww’ed; Remus made a soft noise and nuzzled his floppy ear.

“I adore you,” he murmured. “I really do. Last question: What is my advice to those who want to follow their dreams? Oh, jeez.”

“You can take a minute to think.”

Remus crossed his legs and lifted his knees up so he could hug all the puppies at once while still looking at the camera. “The only reason I got big and strong is so that I can hold four puppies at once. Just thought people should know that. Uh, my advice to those who want to follow their dreams is to persevere. I never in a million years thought that I would get to play on a professional hockey team, but I worked really hard to overcome my injury and stay connected to the sport because I love it. If there’s something you love, don’t be afraid to hold on to it.”

“Wise words,” Marlene remarked. “Do you want to tell the fans where they can find the puppies?”

“At my house,” Remus joked. “But if that doesn’t work, they are up for adoption at Friendly Paws Animal Shelter, which is just south of downtown Gryffindor and has tons of adorable friends like these guys. Can I call Sirius real quick?”

“Sure,” Marlene laughed.

Remus gingerly lowered Lucie into his lap and pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialing a quick number before putting it on speakerphone and setting it down to pick her up again. “Re?” Sirius sounded confused. “Aren’t you still with Marlene?”

“Yeah.”

“…did something happen?”

“Nope, all good. Can we get another dog?”

There was a beat of silence on the other end of the line. “Marlene, what did you do?”

“It’s just an interview!” she called.

“What kind of interview?”

“Baby, they gave me puppies,” Remus said gleefully, burying his face in Lucie’s fluff for a moment. “Like, really good puppies.”

A long-suffering sigh came through the phone. “How many are you holding?” Remus hesitated. “Sweetheart, how many dogs are currently in your arms?”

“Four.”

“Holy shit, Marlene! You gave him four dogs?!”

“They named them, too,” Remus added. “Pip, Juliet, Lucie Manette, and Mercutio. Baby, they named him Mercutio.”

“This was a recipe for disaster.” Despite his protests, Sirius sounded intrigued. “How old are they?”

Remus glanced up at Marlene. “They’re all six to eight months old,” she said.

Sirius blew out a slow breath. “So they’re babies.”

“They’re all up for adoption.”

“We have Hattie already.” Sirius was wavering. “But…she might possibly need a friend. Maybe.”

“You already love these dogs and you haven’t even seen them,” Remus said with a grin.

“The names are perfect! What was I supposed to do?”

“I’m going to sign the video off and then call you back, okay?”

“Okay. Don’t let go of the dogs until I get there, please.”

“Wasn’t planning on it. Love you!”

“Love you, too.”

Once the call ended, Remus faced the camera with a smile. Juliet and Pip had already fallen asleep. “Thanks for tuning in, Lions! Be sure to like and subscribe for more content. Endless thanks to Marlene McKinnon for allowing me to spend an hour holding tiny dogs. Have a great day!”

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marauders-venting · 3 years

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Tying Knots

pairing: wolfstar (remus x sirius)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

words: 1658

note: based on a headcanon by @_siriuslysirius on Instagram

It had not been long since Remus had asked Sirius out but he couldn't stop thinking about it. More specifically, he couldn’t stop thinking about kissing Sirius. But every time they were about to kiss, something got in the way. The night they got together ‘something’ came in the form of James Potter.

It had only been two days ago when Sirius, to Remus’ great surprise, confessed that he has feelings for Remus. Feelings that people who are just friends don’t usually have for each other.

“I–I really like you, Remus. I’ve liked you for a long time,” Sirius said, his face flushed, his sparkling grey eyes giving off an unusually shy glimmer. “And you don’t have to do anything about it,” he added hurriedly. “I just thought you should know. And, I mean, I hope this doesn’t change anything between us. Does it?’ He looked up at Remus expectantly. Remus would have even said worriedly. That is, if he could’ve said anything at all. His face, at that moment, had gone slack with shock.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Remus. Just forget I mentioned it,” Sirius said, dropping his gaze to the floor.

“Sirius, wait!” Remus said, grabbing his hand as he turned to go. “Don’t go I—” There was an infinite number of thoughts running through Remus’ brain but it was as though something was lodged in his throat and he couldn’t get any of the thoughts out of his mouth. The shock was too much. Sirius liked him? How? How was it even possible for somebody that gorgeous, that brave, that kind, that thoughtful to like somebody… well, somebody like Remus? But he was here and he was saying it. His lips were moving and he was saying the words. So it must be true. Right?

“Remus?” Sirius asked. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, sorry I– I’m just surprised is all. But I wanted to ask — I’ve been meaning to ask for a while actually… do you want to come to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow? Maybe? Cause I– I like you too. A lot. And I’ve been too afraid to tell you this whole time cause I thought… I mean, I didn’t think that you…”

“I’d love to come to Hogsmeade with you,” Sirius said, smiling at him. Remus’ hand was still holding Sirius’ and Sirius laced their fingers together. Remus felt the smile on his face growing wider. He and Sirius were standing close now, so close. And Remus wondered. He wondered what it would be like if he kissed Sirius right now. He could do it. He would. He leaned in slowly. But then the door opened and Remus jumped back as James came in.

“Did it work? Did you do it?” he said.

“What?” Remus asked, eyes wide.

“Fuck off, Prongs,” Sirius said, as James came in.

“Well, did he tell you?” James asked Remus.

“I– um… you know?” Remus said, his face heating.

“Well duh,” James said. “Who do you think convinced Sirius to do it?” That earned him a nice slap on the arm from Sirius.

The second time they nearly kissed they were distracted by Hagrid’s new puppy, Fang. The day had been perfect and Remus was sure that it would be The Day. They had gone to Honeydukes and Sirius bought Remus more chocolate than you should be allowed to purchase at once. He refused to let Remus pay him back but agreed to share some of the chocolate as they sat by the river drinking butterbeer and laughing. And once again there was an almost-kiss moment.

They were sitting side by side, thighs touching, hands clasped tight together as though they were afraid to let go, as though if they let go this might all turn out to be a dream. Sirius’ hair was wet from the water Remus had splashed on his but that only made him look even more gorgeous. Their eyes had met and maybe it was just his imagination but Remus thought that Sirius had leaned in. But they were interrupted when a big dog came running towards them through the river, splashing water all over both of them.

At first, Remus thought it was Padfoot and was thoroughly confused but then he saw Hagrid was chasing the dog and remembered Hagrid mentioning that he got a new puppy. A massive puppy apparently. Remus and Sirius dried themselves with their wands as Hagrid apologised profusely. They assured Hagrid it was fine and had a good laugh over it.

Then on the way back to the castle they were joined by James, Peter, Mary, Alice and Lily (Marlene and Dorcas are well, y’know nowhere to be found). There goes any chance of a first kiss tonight, Remus thought.

He wasn’t disappointed with the date. Really, he wasn’t. He had so much fun spending time alone with Sirius, holding his hand, not being afraid to get closer, to play with his hair, to caress his cheek. He just wanted something more. He wanted to kiss Sirius. But it was like the universe was trying to keep Remus from having the perfect first kiss at all costs.

The next morning, classes resume and Remus wonders how long he’ll have to wait now that he and Sirius probably won’t get any time alone for the rest of the week.

Remus pulls his socks on and Sirius comes over to tie his tie. They’ve been doing it like this since the first year.

Remus had been getting ready on the very first day of school when he realised that he did not know how to tie a tie. But he was too shy (and too proud) to ask the boys in his dorm for help so he just kept trying in front of the mirror to no avail. Remus remembered Sirius approaching him gently and asked him if he needed any help. Remus, deciding there was no way he was going to figure this out on his own, accepted and Sirius tied the tie for him.

“How do you know how to tie ties?” Remus asked him.

“My parents always wanted me to dress nicely to family events and stuff,” Sirius said. “So I had to learn how to tie a tie.”

“Well, thanks for helping me,” Remus said.

“No problem.”

The next day Sirius offered again. And again. And again. It continued until they got to the point where Sirius didn’t even have to ask. It was part of Remus’ morning routine by now, and Sirius’ too.

Sirius runs a hand through his hair and Remus pretends he’s not watching.

“Where are James and Peter?” he asks.

“Peter wanted to practice something before Quidditch practice and James promised he would help him out,” Sirius said, brushing eyeliner onto his eyes.

“You didn’t go with them?”

“Moony, when was the last time I got up early to do extra Quidditch practice?” Sirius said. “Besides, I have enough practices during the day, thanks to James.”

“Good point,” Remus said. Sirius capped the eyeliner, glanced in the mirror one more time and came to tie Remus’ tie.

“I had a really good time yesterday,” Sirius says.

“Me too,” Remus replies, smiling as he tucks a strand of hair behind Sirius’ ear. Sirius isn’t even looking at the tie he’s tying. He’s staring straight into Remus’ eyes, biting his lip, as though he wants to say something.

“What?” Remus asks after a moment of silence.

“Your eyes,” Sirius said, softly.

“What about them?” Remus asks, trying to hide the fact that the proximity between him and Sirius is making his heart beat against his chest like a stampede.

“They’re very pretty.” Sirius blushes and Remus feels heat pooling under his cheeks too. Sirius looks back at the tie which is now knotted. As is Remus’ stomach. Apparently, Sirius knows how to tie more than one type of knot. Sirius tightens the tie around Remus’ neck and flattens his collar. He looks back up at Remus and runs a finger through one of Remus’ loose curls. Remus’ breath catches and the knot in his stomach tightens. His heart thumps in his ears and his eyes trail down to Sirius’ lips. Right there. So close.

And then Remus feels himself being tugged down by the tie and suddenly Sirius is kissing him. Remus closes his eyes and feels the knot in his stomach unravel as he melts into Sirius because nothing has ever felt more natural, more right than this; than the feeling of Sirius’ hand on his chest, fingers feeling his beating heart. It makes Remus feel alive. It makes him feel more real, more human than he’s ever felt before. And they break apart too soon, far too soon for Remus’ liking. Sirius is blushing, a shy smile on his face that Remus has never seen before.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” Remus says, smirking as Sirius’ blush deepens. He likes that he brings out this side of Sirius that nobody else can.

“Hey, you’re blushing too,” Sirius says.

“Am not!” But as he says it, Remus feels the colour rising to his cheeks. It suddenly occurs to Remus that he just had his first kiss. And being pulled in by the tie may not have been the Perfect First Kiss that Remus had envisioned but Sirius made it perfect. Because he was so perfect that he had enough to spare. And when Remus was with him, everything was perfect.

Sirius caresses Remus cheek with his thumb, then brushes his jaw. Remus feels his face flush darker.

“I like making you blush,” Sirius says, softly, bringing his face closer to Remus’.

“Then kiss me again,” Remus says before he can stop himself. Sirius kisses Remus’ neck, ghosting his lips against the curve of Remus’ jawline. He fits his mouth with Remus’ and Remus hears him murmur one word before their lips connect and they get lost in a deep, wanting kiss.

“Finally.”

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angrylizardjacket · 4 years

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act your age: [5] Big Fun

Summary: Ash and Gizelle attend a house party for the cast and crew of the musical, and Gizelle makes some new friends while Ash walks into something unexpected.

Word Count: 2719 | [act your age masterpost]

the heathers: @brian-may-brian-may @marvelismylifffe @whoschantel @peteyparkersbabyy @cosmicsskies @somefanfic-to-love @happy-at-home @youngpastafanmug

The girl playing Heather Chandler's holding a house party the following weekend, partially as a bonding moment for the cast, but mostly because her parents are away for the weekend, and Gizelle spends a full hour finding the perfect outfit.

"You look stunning, Jellybean," her mother tells her, while Gizelle's nervously applying eyeliner in front of her mother's vanity, "just make sure to be home by ten -"

"Ten?" Gizelle splutters, eyes wide, accidentally extending her wing a little too far, "mom," she sighs, cleaning up the skewed makeup with a cotton bud, "it's a block away, and it's a Saturday."

"Eleven." Her mother concedes, and Gizelle caps her eyeliner, putting on her best puppy-dog eyes and batting her eyelashes, "midnight at the latest; I'll be waiting up for you." Her mother warns and Gizelle's lips stretch into a grin, giving a bright thanks and a promise to be home on time, before she turns back to the mirror to apply her lipgloss. With a faint and fond smile, her mother leaves her to her party preparations.

This week has been nervewracking, and she's looking forward to blowing off some steam. It seems like anyone who cares about the musical has an opinion on Gizelle being cast as the lead; of course most are more than supportive, however a few, acquaintances she had thought were better than this, feel as though they'd been snubbed. In particular, it seems the three Heathers themselves had all been hoping for Gizelle's role, and now, more than anything, they seem painfully in-character. But Gizelle was still going to the party as a show of good faith, everyone already kind of thought she was a snob, just because she was polite and well-dressed, she didn't want to give them anything to fuel that belief.

At least Lucy, the blonde girl in Year 11 who was cast as JD, seemed excited to work with her.

The house was only a block away; around the corner and across the road. Faint music could be heard even from Gizelle's house, and as she neared the corner, she can see colourful lights through the windows, and people milling about inside, indistinct shadows in a sea of rainbow. Just as Gizelle's crossing at the end of her street, however someone calls her name.

"Gizelle, right?" The girl Gizelle recognizes as Ash, from the auditions and from bursting in on her practicing, is stepping out of the house directly across from the party, wearing bright red, waist-high hot pants, with a patterned, collared shirt tucked into them, and a black denim jacket covered in patches that's far too big for her. Gizelle feels overdressed, but tries not to let it show; she nods amicably.

"And you're Ash."

"That I am," Ash agrees, grinning, hands in the pockets over her jacket. As she gets closer, Gizelle sees she's got the faintest bruising around her eye, mostly healed, but not covered despite the fact she's wearing a smattering of makeup herself, "you going to the party? I heard you scored the lead." Ash is grinning, tone supportive, but Gizelle's smile is thin-lipped.

"You and the rest of the school," Gizelle awkwardly waits for Ash to join her before they make their way across the street; despite Gizelle's less than positive demeanor, Ash persists.

"Well you totally deserve it, absolutely smashed it out of the park at callbacks," Ash is adamant, and Gizelle can't help but believe in her sincere tone. Ash hasn't been at the school long enough to form an opinion on Gizelle, that much is obvious, so when she talk to Gizelle, there's no history, no knowledge of Gizelle's family, that she has to look past. She sees Gizelle for who she is.

"You're too kind," Gizelle huffs a humble laugh, letting herself be genuine for a moment, "I saw you at the callbacks, but I didn't think you were part of the show."

"A friend of mine convinced me to help out with costumes," Ash admitted as they made their way to the house, "I think you know him; John Deacon?" Gizelle misses the sly, knowing smile Ash throws at her, trying to gauge her reaction to the name, and Gizelle's smile seemed to be the answer she was looking for.

"We work together," Gizelle nodded, still smiling a little. She knew John had agreed to do sound, he'd told her as much, but she never realised how many unexpected friends he had; first Roger, then a band, now this strange, Scottish Year 11, "has he said anything about me?" Gizelle asks, eyes going wide at the sudden realisation that if Ash knew she and John were friends, he'd probably been the one to tell her that. Finally looking at the ginger, Gizelle saw the Cheshire cat smile the girl wore at the question.

"He thinks very highly of you," is all she says, cryptically, before they're knocking on the front door. Gizelle is still trying to work out what she means when the door swings open, and Ben Hardy's answering the door, or more accurately, frowning at the lock and asking who had been the last one through. After a beat, he looks up and sees who it is, and grins brightly, gesturing the girls inside. There's two different songs playing, and Ben's quick to explain that the more hard-core musical theater kids were singing through the cast album for Heathers in the kitchen, and that Spotify's Top 50 was playing through the rest of the house's sound system.

"Do you live here?" Ash asks with only the slightest bit of confusion, and Ben snorts, shaking his head.

"Abby just has shit taste in music," he offers, and Gizelle grits her teeth at the mere mention of Abby Saunders, ex-best friend, now Heather Chandler. Why had she thought this would be a good idea? Ash and Gizelle steel themselves for the oncoming party as they follow Ben through the house to the kitchen, where Lucy was sitting on the counter, belting through a passable, if half-remembered rendition of Candy Store, while Joe, and a guy Ben identified as Rami, improvised choreography. The song came to an end, and Ben announced the girls' arrival, much to the delight of everyone else gathered.

"My girl!" Lucy announced, eyes bright as Fight For Me began, and Joe and Rami were going back and forth singing the 'holy shit' openings. Hopping off the counter, Lucy approaches Gizelle, wrapping her up in a hug, much to Gizelle's surprise. After a moment, however, Gizelle leaned into it, laughing a little, until Lucy pulled back, giving her a fond smile before she turned to the boys, "I told you, didn't I, I told them you'd get it -"

"No better choice," Rami nodded, breaking character, leaning his hip against the counter, a little breathless.

"'Zelle's scary talented," Joe agreed, taking a sip from his drink on the counter, his name written on the plastic cup in sharpie, "hey Ash, Roger's upstairs." And though he says it nonchalantly, Ash immediately turned as red as her hair. She tries to play it cool, rolls her eyes and tells him that she's not his handler, that she'll see him at some point, and Lucy elbows Joe in the ribs the moment Ash steps outside to get a drink of her own.

"You know they're not together, right?"

"Seriously?!" Joe's eyes go wide, watching where Ash had disappeared off to.

"Seriously," Lucy nods, crossing her arms, "half our art class is taking bets on when they'll finally get together though, and my week isn't for a while, so don't go about playing matchmaker," she admonishes, while Gizelle takes in the situation, bemused.

"Also because you're bad at it," Rami adds, to which Joe frowns.

"I got you two together didn't I?"

"He tried to parent-trap us into a relationship during last-year's musical," Lucy explained to Gizelle, wearing an exasperated half-smile.

"I think I remember that," Gizelle muses; it had been the talk of the school for about two weeks, and Joe had proudly taken credit for it to anyone who would listen.

"We'd been dating for a full year at that point, Rami just transferred to the school," Lucy laughed, sitting back up on the counter when Rami made space for her, the pair of them leaning into one another. After a beat of silence, Ben frowned, gaze drifting to the ceiling.

"I thought Roger was up there with Dominique."

Joe choked on his drink and Lucy made a disapproving noise under her breath, but no-one really had much else to say on the matter since Ash and Roger weren't technically together.

The night continues on apace, with Joe, Rami, and Lucy seeing fit to take Gizelle in as one of their own, the four of them quarantining themselves to the kitchen, appointing themselves guardians of the punch bowl. They don't seem to care that Gizelle's Gizelle, they laugh honestly at her jokes, she and Rami teach Joe and Ben how to Cha Cha, and they all seem impressed by how well Gizelle knows various musicals, rather than just rolling their eyes and muttering something about her dad. They make her feel welcome like she hasn't in a long time.

At about nine, Joe cries out 'It's the maestro!' And their whole group turns to see John Deacon atanding awkwardly in the doorway to the kitchen like a deer in the headlights. As soon as he sees Gizelle, however, their eyes lock and immediately he seems to relax. Gizelle smiles and he smiles back.

John's wearing all blue, denim jacket and jeans and a surprisingly well fitted blue t-shirt and Gizelle realises far too late that she's checking him out. But he didn't seem to notice. Thank god.

"Look at you, Monochrome Man," Joe grins with his own appreciation, beckoning John forward into the kitchen and into their group.

"How are you pulling that off?" Rami asks with an incredulous smile.

"So eighties, I love it," Lucy agreed, all three of them seemingly not noticing the steadily rising blush on the painfully introverted John Deacon's cheeks. After a moment, John looks to Gizelle, who'd been silently appreciating his outfit, looking to her for approval, not that he'd ever admit that, though Gizelle is more than happy to provide.

"Only you could look hot in double denim, Johnny."

And she realises a moment too late the exact words that had left her mouth, but it doesn't matter; John's smile is blinding. He's quiet, but is more than happy taking the place Gizelle offers by her side, and the other three are more than happy to welcome him too. Joe vouches for him, announcing that Joe's the coolest Year 9 - 'No offence, 'Zelle.' - he's ever met. The kid's in a band for Christ sake!

This is about the time that Ash, red faced and chanting swear words under her breath, blows past all of them having just come from upstairs. They hadn't even see her head up there in the first place. The whole group goes silent, watching as she heads out the door, and bolts across the road, just as Roger, disheveled and trying to do up his pants, stumbles downstairs, also swearing.

"Ash?" He asks the now silent, wide-eyed group. They're quiet. "Where did she go?"

"What just happened?" Joe's the first to ask, trying desperately to hide his amusement. Roger's expression sours.

"None of your bloody business!"

"Roger, what the fuck?" And that's Dominique's voice from the top of the stairs, and Rami coughs to hide his laughter. Roger swears, but Gizelle points to the front door and he takes off, while Dominique calls him an asshole.

"I think she found Roger," Gizelle finally breaks the silence, and the tension, and Rami, Lucy, and Joe all fall into rapturous laughter, while John, bemused and concerned, not having heard their earlier conversation, just asks what happened. As they explain, however, John's expression falls.

Before he can comment, however, Ash storms back into the house, a can of beer in either hand, trying to contain her anger, followed by Roger.

"I said its fucking fine, Roger," Ash snapped, finally stopping in the kitchen and slamming her drinks on the counter beside Lucy, cracking one open with vigor.

"Yeah, clearly," Roger snapped, gesturing to where she was now shotgunning the beer with a scowl, "I said I was sorry." He waits for Ash to finish, and she burps loudly, already cracking the second beer.

"You have nothing to apologise for," she glowers, her tone at odds with her words, "I just came to tell you that Freddie and Oz are studying at my place, and Freds is happy to take you home later, I just didn't expect -" Ash is working up to a shout, second beer in hand.

"Ash -!" Roger tries to cut her off with a shout, but her voice rises further.

"- you to be knuckle fucking deep in Dominique Bertrand in Abby's parents' fucking bed!" And then she's drinking the second beer while the rest of the room looks at her in stunned silence. This is possibly the moat embarrassed John's ever seen Roger.

"How are you so good at that?" Joe asks finally, watching Ash drink the second beer without gagging. Ash's nose scrunches up as she drinks, and the rest wait and watch. Roger sinks to the ground, head in his hands. Once she finishes, Ash crumples up the beer can in one hand and tosses it into the trash.

"Practice, don't tell my brother," Ash deadpans, and casts a withering look to Roger, "I'm going home. Text Fred when you wanna leave." And with that, she storms off.

"She came back here just to flex on us by drinking beer, and tearing Roger to shreds," Joe marveled, "I think I'm in love."

"She's never going to speak to me again," Roger groans, head in his hands where he's sitting on the kitchen floor.

"What were you thinking?" John asked softly, genuinely concerned, coming to squat down beside Roger.

"I don't fucking know," Roger admitted, "Dom just said some stuff to me, and... I don't know, I didn't realise... I didn't think about Ash, I just... She's never going to speak me again."

"You're an idiot," Gizelle's voice is soft, but her tone isn't mean.

"He's just oblivious," Rami mused, and Roger looked up with a frown. After a beat, Lucy sighed dramatically.

"If you're this cut up about her not talking to you again," she prompted, "maybe it means..." She tried to get him to clue in, but he just frowned harder.

"Rog," John said gently, "she has feelings for you too."

And it finally clicked.

"Ash? No way," Roger was steadily turning redder, "I - I don't -"

"I'm not an idiot, Rog," John tells him, and Roger's expression scrunches up.

"You want to kiss her~" Joe cooed, and Roger almost threw his shoe at him, hollering for him to shut up. "No way, dude, every person here knows you two have a thing for each other;" Joe snorted, "if you're too thick to see it, that's on you."

"He's going to kill you during this production," Lucy mutters, but Joe just rolled his eyes at her.

"If you have feelings for her, you have to tell her," Gizelle told him sincerely, "because she might still be your friend after all this, but if you don't tell her you like her tonight, there's no way she'd ever let herself continue to crush on you."

"She's right," Rami nodded sagely. Roger actually considered Gizelle's words for a moment before getting to his feet.

"Fuck you guys," he huffed, but followed after Ash nonetheless.

"Someone should tell Dominique he's not coming back," Lucy mused with a half-smile, only to see Dominique herself appear, newly freshened up and pissed.

"I think she knows," John mused with the slightest smile. After a moment, he carefully drapes his arm across Gizelle's shoulder, bumping her hip with his. "Rog is so dense sometimes." Gizelle can feel every point of contact between them, and tries to act casual when she relaxes into him. The other three share a very knowing look.

"Yeah," Joe agrees, hiding his smile behind the lip of his cup, "he's the dense one."

#bohemian rhapsody #borhap #roger taylor #queen #the angry lizard writes #giselle x john #john deacon #john richard deacon #roger taylor imagine #john deacon imagine #act your age #heathers #heathers related #heathersrelated

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helenaswriting · 4 years

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ships for @why-the-heck-am-i-here!

@why-the-heck-am-i-here: “Okay I really really want a ship thingy for marvel, Harry Potter and stranger things pls!! Imma send it here because I want to tell you as much about myself as possible 👉🏻👈🏻. (Feel free to post it still lol! Okay so my name is Bailey and I’m 5’9 (v tall) I currently have kinda short black wavy hair but I’m always dying it! Imma do pink next ;). I have green eyes and I tend to always do big thick eyeliner and smudged eyeshadow. I dress more on the oversized grunge side of the fashion spectrum, tho I would love to go more alternative. Okay now that that’s out of the waaayyy. I’ve always been described as the cool one kinda. I’m laid back but at the same time always up to do something stupid lol. I’m definitely always up for some fun but also a good ol nap. When I’m not doing anything like that I’m drawing or binging any show/movie I can get my hands on! Anime sign me up! Horror sign me up! Romantic sign me up!! You get the point. Back to drawing tho, that is such a big part of my life. I’ve been drawing since I can remember. Rather it’s just doodling or going out side with a canvas and some watercolor I’m always doing something new with art! I even have a small business. And if I happen to get a cool idea I’ll sketch it out on anything! My pets are also a big part of my life. I have a Pomeranian puppy named kuma and a GIANT Akita named Harlow. Their kinda stupid ngl but that means they take after mom 😣. Oh there’s music! I’m literally always listening to it or wishing I was listening to it, some times if I can’t I’ll start humming a song without realizing. Lastly id say I’m really touchy, I like to hold hands and get hugs 🥺. SNUGGLING IS THE BEST AHHH. Just some little facts; I’m a slytherin 🚨🚨 My favorite marvel character is rocket I’m a sucker for sandwiches My favorite color is black I always imagined myself sneaking my dog into Hogwarts as a pet (probably the Akita because 🙃) I’m a master a video games! Pokémon is my bff That’s all I can think of! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I HOPE IM NOT A BOTHER 👉🏻👈🏻”

hello!! you aren’t a bother at all and thank you for your request! i just did marvel and harry potter, if that’s alright? i’m very sorry, i just had so many considerations for stranger things and couldn’t make up my mind :( i hope you still enjoy reading these headcanons!! <3

· so, let’s start of with marvel! · as i was reading your description, i was considering many ngl, but i just have to go with bucky, because y’all would really be a power couple. · so the two of you meet very randomly, and a little cliché, at a blockbuster. (rip blockbuster btw). · you’re browsing shelves of movies, just taking a good look when you spot this tall guy, with shoulder-length brown hair, eyes on you, flustered when you spot him and you just kind of smile to yourself. · you spot the metal hand he’s hiding in his sleeve, (knowing who he was, though it wasn’t something you minded,) as you strike up a conversation with him, about the movie he’d quickly picked up when he saw you heading his way. · “the 40-year-old virgin, huh?” · “what- uhh, sorry?” · you nod to the dvd in his hand, realising that was the movie he’d randomly picked when panicking, though he wouldn’t admit he was, even later when you become a couple. · bucky and you end up leaving with each others numbers on your phones, and though he has a hard time admitting it, he’s very giggly and happy. · i mean he just got a really cute girls number, what was there not be ecstatic about? · anywho, so fastforward to after a little too many dates where he asks if you want to make it official. · it’s actually a really sweet moment. · you two are sitting at a fountain, no one around, your head on his shoulder as you just listen to the sound of the water behind you, a comfortable silence between you two. · he then kisses your lips, and you’re both feeling over the moon. · so this guy loves everything about you. · you both kind of have the same energy in a way, both laid back and though he might not have the same amount of coolness as you, you two just click and fit perfectly. · there’s never awkward silences between y’all, you’re practically soulmates, and that’s what steve and sam say too when they meet you and see you together. · if bucky has to go shopping for new clothes he always brings you along for advice, ‘cause he really likes your style and the vibe you have. · and you love styling him, since he goes along with almost everything. · for only you, of course. · bucky always hypes you up and admires your art, kissing your temples as you draw or paint, looking at your art. though he thinks your the art. · btw he absolutely LOVES your pets, and he spoils them by giving them too many treats sometimes, but he can’t help it. · yes, he is a big dog lover. · is it just because they are your dogs and seem to have some of your personality? · maybe. · he’s a soft boy with you, always there for you, holding you close whenever he can. · and this guy is also very touchy. · there’s nothing he loves more than laying on the couch with you, snuggling and cuddling as you watch a movie together or playing video games. · you almost always end up talking through movies, not being able to focus, but y’all don’t really mind. · and you always kick buckys ass in video games, and when he get’s sad about losing you make up for it with kisses and loads of love <3. · he loves listening to music with you too and you showing him songs you like, since he’s not all that up to date with modern music and what’s popular nowadays. · bucky LOVES holding hands with you btw. · he only really uses lots of pda if he’s jealous of some guy checking you out, but he always holds your hand, proud to have you by his side as his lover. · he just appreciates you so much, and is so thankful that you support him and are there for him, especially when he’s going through dark episodes of trauma and PTSD. · all in all, you’re a real power couple, always strong together and you both rely a lot on each other. the trust and bond the two of you is so deep and stunning, and you’re a real dreamy, grunge couple.

· now to the world of harry potter! · okay, so honestly how can i not ship you with the obvious person who came to my mind first- draco malfoy. · so the two of you are childhood friends and meet in your first year at hogwarts, befriending the boy. · we all know that draco is quite the dramatic person sometimes, and you two are quite different in that sense. · sure you have the same slytherin qualities, but since you’re waaay more laid back, sure up for a little trouble, but nothing with major drama, draco is the opposite. · he’s meddling himself into things that are unbelievable sometimes, getting into trouble for the most dramatic things. · but you’re always there to help him. · you grow to be best friends, and many from the other houses judge you for that due to his reputation. · but the thing was that they didn’t actually know him the way you knew him, as a best friend, though you wanted to be more, and let’s be honest draco has had a crush on you since your third year at hogwarts. · he asks if you want to go to the yule ball with him, and that’s when you both crack at the same time to tell each other you want something more than to just be friends. · might i add draco is very enchanted by your dress, which i personally imagine to be this black or grey, puffy gown. · no matter what you would be wearing, he’d love it and think you look gorgeous. · “draco, i-” · “i have to tell you-” · “oh,” you both say at the same time. · “you go first!” · “no, you, you.” · “i insist you speak first, i-” · but he interrupts you by placing his lips on yours and god are there loads of butterflies in your stomach. · from that night, you’re a couple, but it’s not something you disclose to many people in the beginning, despite draco being so fond of pda. · fond of pda doesn’t even begin to describe it honestly. · once you’re a couple he can’t stop showering you with kisses, hugs, gifts, chocaltes- everything. · infront of anyone, anywhere. · btw he loves shopping with you and for you, and simply must give you really extra clothes worth god knows how many galleons, but he doesn’t mind at all. · whenever you gift him something it’s usual small, but very personal, and god this boy may seem tough and ready to square up, but he becomes so emotional when you give him a present- no matter what it is. · also he loves giving you art supplies, insisting on buying your watercolour paintings so he can have them on display both in his dorm but also at home, though his parents may not be to fond of it. · he’s your number one supporter and inspiration. · draco is very proud to have you, and WILL show you off whenever he can. · he thinks and knows you deserve it, for everything you put up with. · aka him. · draco is the sort of person who has a facade for most people, you being one of the only ones, if not the only one, to be able to break down that facade. · he knows that he can be difficult sometimes, since being emotional is something he’s bad at showing just because it’s something he hides a lot, but he knows he can trust you and be himself around you. · and he knows that you’re always there for him. · and draco is always there for you. · you two have a lot of fun and are always pulling pranks or getting into trouble. · on a date you two went to explore the dark forest, luckily not getting hurt, but even if it was scary, it was funny as well. · afterwards you retreated to your dorms, sitting in the common room, having movie marathons, which annoyed the other slytherins since you two hog the tv quite a bit. · he also loves sneaking up to your dorm and taking you out on midnight walks. · sometimes you take your dog along, and it’s all just very cute. · all in all, you are such a great pair, strong, fun and troublesome, yet sweet and tender.

#ship #ships #draco malfoy #bucky barnes

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joyfulpoet · 6 years

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Handsome Brothers’ Daycare

Part 4

Modern AU crossover where Lan Wangji collects all his queer brothers to help him run a daycare.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

At the first high pitch scream Xie Lian’s brain went into red alert and before he knew it he’d vaulted over the counter into the welcome area of the daycare. Only then did he realize that the scream was actually high pitch laughter as a two year old was being mercilessly tickled by a long haired man in an overly large black knit sweater. The man stopped his attack on the child with eyes wide in surprise. Brother Lan had even leaned forward over the counter to look at him with slightly raised brows.

“Flower Crown Martial Prince?” The man asked in a confused tone. “Ah! It is you! What are you doing here in the city?”

Taken aback, Xie Lian stood up from the crouch he’d landed in and scrutinized the man’s face. He was in his late 20’s, if 30. Tired, probably overworked judging by the bags under his eyes, but still very cute with messy bangs framing his face. There was what looked like smudged black eyeliner at the corner of his eyes. Xie suddenly remembered a far less tired version of this face with heavy stage makeup, a devilish smile, swirling black and crimson robes and the sound of an eerie pipe flute being played.

“Ah! Yiling Patriarch!” Xie Lian exclaimed. “Wei Wuxian! What poor woman did you trick into having a child with you?”

Wei Wuxian gasped in mock outrage. “How dare you Xie Lian! This is my nephew! The one Brother Lan stole is mine!”

Looking over at Brother Lan, who seemed to have turned to stone, he saw that the man was indeed holding a sleeping three year old. Which was surprising. The children at the daycare were sadly very intimidated by Brother Lan and had a hard time just asking him for a cup of water. Not wanting to make things uncomfortable for the children he usually spent most of his time either in his office or in the back garden. Xie Lian had to admit that Brother Lan gently cradling a sleeping child to his shoulder was rather heart warming.

Turning back to Wei Wuxian “So now you’re stealing children Wu-Er? You and I both know you were too busy getting drunk back stage to be having any affairs four years ago.”

“Tch, that mouth on you Li-Er! No one expects it with that babyface of yours. I adopted A-Yuan fair and square. And just what is a vagabond like you doing here? I thought you enjoyed the life of a leaf in the wind?”

Xie couldn’t help chuckling at the description of him being a leaf. It did describe his life will up until almost two years ago when he decided to stay to help Lan Wangji open his daycare.

“This leaf got caught by a bunch of small children. Thankfully they were merciful and said they would not crush me if I danced a silly dance for them.”

“Haha! that does sound like something that would happen to you Li-Er.” The man grinned widely as he wrangled the small child in his arms who clearly wish to escape.

“NO TICKLE!” The boy rather pitifully whined.

“Aaaah, but A-Ling I thought you wanted me too? It’s so hard to tell what you want when you never tell me.” Standing up Wei Wuxian held the little A-Ling as he squirmed about but the man did not tickle him again. After a moment of not being tickled the child settled, clutching a rather cute dog plushie to his face as he pouted with teary eyes.

“Uncle Ying mean.”

Wei Wuxian looked over a Xie Lian also making a sad face “Tch, So ungrateful this little one. I do so much for him and my Shijie and here he is telling me I’m a mean uncle because I tickled him a little bit. He’s the mean one.”

“Pfft!” Xie couldn’t help but laugh at Wei Wuxian’s antics. He hadn’t changed a bit since he’d last saw him almost three years ago, when they had both still been performing together for the TiaCheng Royal Performance Troop. It was amazing how easily he could get under someone’s skin but then have them laughing at his jokes the next minute. It was this complete lack of social decorum Xie Lian liked best about him.

“Still tormenting children I see,” Xie teasingly stated as he smiled gently at A-Ling. “Oh that’s a cute puppy you have there.”

A-Ling blinked tears from his eyes as he regarded this new brother. He then held the plushie out for him to get a better look.

“This Fairy.”

“Hmm,” Xie nodded “a very cute name for very cute puppy.”

“Tch, don’t encourage that kind of naming. The last thing I want is for him to grow up like his other uncle.”

Hearing this little A-Ling became indignant and began to squirm and kick out again. Taking pity on the small child Xie Lian snagged him out of his uncle’s arms before settling him on his hip. Startled at the sudden change A-Ling stopped kicking and clung to the front of Xie’s apron.

“There that’s better?” Xie asked, giving the little one a soft smile. “I’ve got some new stuffed animals who are in need of a good name. What to help me?”

Little A-Ling’s eyes went wide at the prospect of getting to name new plushies.

“Mnn!” He agreed with an excited nod.

Wei Wuxian let out a very dejected “awwww” as he look back an forth between Xie and Brother Lan.

“What’s with all these handsome brothers stealing my children from me today? Can’t you get you own kids?”

Brother Lan seem to finally turn back to flesh and blood with a slight jerk. Looking down at the sleeping child in his arms he began to shift forward as if to hand him back to Wei Wuxian.

“Ah ya! Don’t do that!” Wei Wuxian frantically waved his hands to stop him. “You’ll wake him up! Took me forever to get him to fall asleep last night since it was raining.”

The man caught one of the child’s little shoe covered feet peeking out from Brother Lan’s arm. He gave it a light shake.

“You be good now my little radish. Papa has to go to work.”

Letting go of the little foot, Wei Wuxian then turned to his nephew in Xie Lian’s arms. Leaning down he booped the two year old on the nose. A-Ling seemed torn between wanting to be mad at his uncle for the unfair treatment of earlier and being pleased with the sudden gentle affection. Unable to deal he pouted, turned and buries his face in Xie’s shoulder.

“Ah I see how is. Found yourself a better looking uncle huh?” Wei Wuxian pouted back. “You be good for these Big Brothers now. Look after your cousin. I’ll be back later.”

Straightening up, Wei Wuxian gave Xie a wink. “Li-Er, it was good seeing you again. I wish all the luck dealing with this grumpy ungrateful child.” A-Ling gave out a small squawk at that. “Since you’re in town we should get drinks some time!”

Xie Lian froze up a bit at that. As pleased as he was to see his friend he did not ever want to go drinking with him ever again. Drinking had never really appealed to him, and after one the time he did drink he very much refused repeat the experience.

“Aaah,” he fished about for a polite way to refuse. “I’m still not a drinker. Maybe coffee?”

“Hmm? Really?” Wei Wuxian sighed. “That one time had been so much fun though.”

‘Maybe for you.’ Thought Xie, ‘but most definitely not for me.’

“Coffee it is then.” The man said shaking him head in a what-am-I-to-do-with-you way.

Thinking that Wei Wuxian was on his way out, Xie had turned to go around the counter but stopped when he noticed that the man hadn’t moved towards the door but the counter. Where Brother Lan was still standing. Leaning slightly against the top of the counter Wei Wuxian looked up coyly at the taller man.

“Lan ge ge,” Wei Wuxian practically purred.

Xie was stunned. He’d seen Wei Wuxian act shamelessly hundreds of times, but Xie had hoped that he’d learned who not to provoke by now. As he watch, the man reached out a slender pale hand to tug at the pristine white necktie at Brother Lan’s throat.

“You’ll take good care of my little boy for me right ge ge?” A cheeky grin stretched Wei Wuxian’s face as he tugged again at the necktie.

In the nearly two years Xie had worked with Lan Wangji, he’d never really seen the man noticeable outwardly react to much. But the man had a very high standard for how one should conduct themselves in public, so if anything was to anger him it would be this level of shamelessness. Much to his surprise though Brother Lan after a few blinks very seriously nodded with a “Mn”.

Taken aback, Wei Wuxian drop the tie. A blush creeped up his cheeks as he back away from the counter. He moved his head back an forth as if he didn’t know where to look.

“I . . . Well,” the man stuttered. “Thanks.” He finally managed as he beat a hasty retreat to the door. “Bye bye now.” With a swish of long hair he was out the door.

Both Xie Lian and Lan Wangji started at the door long after Wei Wuxian had left.

“Ah ha, Brother Lan,” Xie called out.

The brother in question jumped as if he hadn’t noticed he still had an audience. He turned to look at Xie.

“Brother Lan, Wu-Er has always been pretty shameless, but also very harmless. Please don’t think less of him.”

“You know him.” The expression on Brother Lan’s face seemed strange to Xie, the fact that he was being this expressive at all was strange.

“Yes, we preformed together for a few years ago as actors in a traveling theater troop. He’s a bit like an little brother to me, always causing mischief and misunderstandings.”

Brother Lan’s face smoothed out to his usual cool expression at this explication.

“Ah.” He nodded in understanding. “He really hasn’t changed much.”

Finally going around the counter into the play area of the daycare Xie looked confusedly at the younger brother.

“Does Brother Lan also know Wei Wuxian?”

The only answer was another “mn”, without offering anymore explanation then that.

“Alright, well A-Ling,” Xie addressed the small child still clinging to the front of his apron. “Ready to help me name those plushies?”

“Yes!” The boy excitedly squeaked.

“Ah, Brother Xie?”

Xie Lian who’d began to walk towards the further end of the play area paused to look back at Brother Lan. He was looking down at the sleeping A-Yuan still in his arms.

“Do I, keep holding him? or?”

“Oh! Haha, hold on. I’ll set up one of the play mats we use at nap time. You can lay him on that.” Xie set A-Ling down saying he’d be right back before getting a rolled plush mat and a fuzzy blanket. Finding a place out of the way of the chaos of the other children playing, he unrolled the mat before directing Brother Lan to lay the sleeping child down. The taller man hesitated a moment, seeming unsure about how to go about it. Then he kneeled down next to the mat before leaning forward and slowly lowering the child. A-Yuan at first squirmed a bit at being in a new position but then settled, continuing to sleep. Letting out a small sigh, Brother Lan tried to sit up only to find he couldn’t.

“Hm? Something wrong Brother Lan.” Xie asked.

“Tie.” Was the only reply.

“Tie?” Bending down Xie looked and saw that the end of Brother Lan’s necktie was caught in A-Yuan little fist. “Pfft! Like father like son, as they say.” Carefully he help extract the tie from the tiny hand.

Freed, Lan Wangji sat up smoothing the necktie out while looking at the child with pinched brows on an otherwise smooth face. Plucking up the blanket he covered the child with it. Then after thinking for a moment he tucked the edges of the blanket underneath him. The child’s face scrunched up, then wiggling a bit he freed an arm from the blanket. An aura of concern radiated from Brother Lan as he tucked the arm back into the blanket.

Xie Lian watch in growing amusement as the younger brother continued to tried to tuck the small child into the blanket. But as he managed to tuck an arm in, a foot would then escape and so on.

“Brother Lan,” Xie chuckled, after the fifth time Brother Lan tucked in a foot just for an arm to pop out, “he’ll be fine if not all of him is cover. At this rate you might wake him up.”

Lan Wangji paused at that before reluctantly standing up. He continued to stand in place looking down at the small child with pinched brows seemingly unsure what to do.

‘Ah, thought Xie, ‘He must of really taken Wei Wuxian’s teasing at face value.’ To the man he said, “This brother will let you know when he wakes up. You have things to take care of don’t you? This child will be fine, it’s safe here is it not?”

Reluctantly Lan Wangji nodded before slowly walking back to front of the daycare. As he reach the computer the door opened to admit another parent and child which he greeted. Xie Lian smiled fondly after him before going back to A-Ling who was waiting for him.

Showing him the box of new plushies he let the small child pull out a few to give names to. This also attracted the attention of other small children and soon there was a gaggle of them coming up with usual names children think up. There was now a Lieutenant Snuggles, a Pretty Miss Kitty Fluff, Daisy, and a rather disheveled looking teddy called A-Xu the Destroyer. Listening to the children squabble about names, Xie almost missed hearing a knocking coming from kitchen in the back.

Leaning back from his spot on the floor to look through the open doorway, Xie Lian was unable to see if Luo Binghe was back there or not. Another knock came. Concerned, he excused himself from the children to investigate.

Entering the kitchen it was empty of the large youth who of late had taken up cooking for the children. Xie Lian had some concerns about Luo Binghe being in the daycare, but had yet to voice them to the other two brothers as it would require some explaining that he wasn’t at liberty to tell yet. Also he was worried about braking poor little Shen Yuan’s heart telling him what his favorite student had been up to these past five years. For now he was letting the young man slide as he for the most part kept out of sight and away from the children. It also didn’t hurt that he was an exceptionally good cook.

Wondering where Luo Binghe could’ve gone off to, as the daycare really wasn’t that big, he was startled as another knock sounded at the backdoor. Concerned that maybe he’d locked himself out Xie Lian opened the door find a very different tall young man. He had his hand raised to knock again but stopped when the door suddenly opened. The youth was dressed in a rough red polo shirt tucked into black work pants, a long braid draped over his right shoulder. Embroidered over on the left breast of the polo was Hong’s Fresh Produce Delivery Service in silverly white lettering. A long fringe of black hair peaking out of under a red baseball cap obscured most of his right face. The single eye that Xie could see widened slightly.

“Good Morning!” Xie Lian greeted cheerfully realizing it was just the usual food delivery that came every few days. Brother Lan was very adamant about the food for the children always being fresh and that it was bought locally to help out the community.

“Ah, good morning.” The young man replied off handedly. “Sorry for the lateness, I . . . ran into some traffic. If this brother wouldn’t mind signing?” He held up a clipboard with a delivery sheet.

“Oh! of course!” Xie accepted the clipboard but was rather unsure what to do, as up til now he’d never really accepted a delivery before and so just stared at it. There came an “ahem”, Xie looked up to see that the young man was pushing a dolly cart laden with red crates of produce.

“Ah, sorry sorry!” Xie stepped off to the side while holding the door open to allow him to push the cart in. There was a chuckle as the youth pushed passed him into the kitchen. Stopping at counter he turned back to Xie Lian tapping a long delicate finger to his chin.

“This new ge ge seems a bit lost.” He stated teasingly.

Xie felt his cheeks heat in slight embarrassment, wondering if there was anything he was suppose to be doing. He stared down at the clipboard as his brain scrambled. Was he suppose to help? Should he offer refreshments? Was there a protocol for this? He could remember all the ways one could accept or decline a gift from a visiting dignitary depending on their station but for the life of him he couldn’t remember if his dear mother, gods rest her soul, ever mentioned accepting a food delivery.

There was another chuckle but much closer this time. Looking up, all he saw at first was the opening of a shirt and the pale hollow of a throat. Following the slender neck up with his eyes he came to a delicate but firm chin. Tilting his head back Xie Lian was finally able to look the man in the face. The mouth above the firm chin quirked up in one corner while the single visible eye gleamed in amusement. Xie had to say that usually he was not a fan of the younger generations tendencies to obscure their face with overly long fringes but this one’s lent an oddly mischievous boyish charm to him. So much so that Xie couldn’t help but think he was cute.

“Ge ge, please sign here.” Xie felt a gentle tap on the clipboard he was still holding. Looking back down he saw a long shapely finger tap again at a place near the bottom of the sheet that said signature with a line after it.

“Ah, of course, of course.” Xie mumbled as he fumbled to grab the pen out of the clip at the top of the board. The treacherous pen however slipped out of his fingers, bounced once on the clipboard before falling towards the floor. Luckily the slander hand from earlier caught it and handed it back to him with a “Careful ge ge.”

He could feel his face get hotter as he accepted the pen back. It looked like today was shaping up to be one of those awkward days for him. As he wrote his signature on the line the young man move back over to crates of produce and began lifting them onto the counter.

“Ah! Let me help!”

Smiling the young man shook his head. “No need ge ge.” After setting the last of the crates down he then held out his hand. Confused Xie Lian just looked at, it was a very well shaped hand.

“May I have it back ge ge?”

“Oh! Yes!” Realizing what the young man had wanted that Xie handed the clipboard back. Taking it the young man looked down at it before quirking an eyebrow up questioningly.

“Xie Lian? You wouldn’t happen to be a part of The Xie Family that disappeared all those years ago?”

Xie’s heart gave a painful jump at the question. While his name wasn’t the most common of surnames it wasn’t rare either. Xie Lian took another look at this delivery man. He seem like a normal young man in his mid twenties.

“How is it that such a young man like yourself knows about the disappearance of The Xie family? You probably weren’t even 10 at the time.”

The young man shrugged, “I had family who had worked for them. Plus it had been a great mystery to everyone at the time. Such a powerful and ancient family suddenly gone, no clues as to what had happened. People still wonder about it.”

Shaken, Xie Lian did his best to remain calm. In these past 17 years he’d never had anyone guess that he wasn’t just another average joe. Even people who should have known his face had not recognized him. No one expected a street performer to really be the heir to a mass fortune. Though in truth everything was gone now. Not even a hut in the mountains was left to his name.

“Ah ha,” Xie good naturally laughted, “of course, of course. I remember, it was all over the news, it had been very strange. There also was even a good long while back then when people kept asking if I’d been related to that family.”

The teasing amusement from earlier was gone now, replaced with a sad concern on the young man’s face. “I’ve seem to have gone to far, forgive me ge ge. I’d only meant make a joke.”

Relieved that the subject was being dropped, but still concern that it had come up at all, Xie smile at the young man while waving his hand in a placating gesture. “Ah it fine, it’s fine.” He had a vague feel that this must be what Brother Shen felt like anytime him and Brother Lan fussed over his health. “If I might ask, what is this younger brother’s name?”

The young man perked up a bit at the question. Shyly he replied, “Lang. San Lang.”

‘San,’ Xie thought, ‘I don’t remember anyone in particularly working for my family with that surname.’ But then again he had been either busy with school work or off at college in England for most of the years leading up to the tragedy that be-felled his family. His Father also thought it very improper for him to be even remotely familiar with the work staff at the house. Xie had stopped attempting to be friendly with any of them after his father had fired half of the cleaning staff because Xie had refused to stop conversing with them while they worked.

San Lang fiddled with the sheet on the clipboard, extracting the pink bottom sheet as he looked back and forth between Xie Lian and the board. It reminded Xie of how some of the kids looked when approaching Brother Lan with a question, but felt too shy to ask it. It was rather endearingly cute.

“San Lang,” Xie tested out saying the name. “That’s a good name.”

A blush dusted across San Lang’s cheeks upon hearing this.

“I’m glad ge ge likes it.” Then clearing his throat he said, “I should get going, I have more deliveries to make this morning.” Handed the pink sheet to Xie Lian with a “For Brother Lan.”

With a quiet “oh” Xie Lian took the sheet, as he did the tips of his fingers grazed the back of San Lang’s hand. The young man practically jumped out of his skin at the contact. Turning away he quickly grab the dolly cart and walked to the backdoor. With a quiet “It was nice meeting you,” he slipped out the door leaving a rather bewildered Xie Lian wondering what had happened.

‘Maybe he’s a germaphobe?’ Xie reasoned, ‘That’s a thing now-a-days right?’ Brother Lan also wasn’t big on being touched but he usually would just shift away from the contact and not make a big show of it.

As he was contemplating this a small heart broken wail took up from inside of the daycare.

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Having put away the cart San Lang climbed into the driver’s seat of his delivery van. Hunching over the steering wheel he took a deep breath and slowly let it out before letting his head thump down onto the top of it. He thumped it a few more times for good measure as he muttered “stupid, stupid, stupid,” under his breath. He’d been so happy to finally get to see his ge ge, and then he been so stupid.

The last thing he wanted was for Xie Lian to be suspicious of him, he might as well have carved the word right onto his forehead. Ge ge had done well to hide how troubled he had been after being asked about his family. All of Xie Lian’s smiles were blinding but that last one he’d given San Lang had barely reached his eyes. It had hurt to see those lively eyes look so lifeless as he remembered.

Slumping back dejectedly into his seat San Lang glared out the front of his windshield. Things until then had been going so well, which is probably why he’d gotten cocky. He definitely had far better luck then the average person, but every so often the universe had to remind him that he was still human.

On the bright side, at least now he doesn’t have to be inconspicuous if he ran into Xie Lian in public. It wouldn’t be too weird if he saw him while riding the train and called out to him. Remind him that he was the little brother who delivered produce to the daycare. He might have to be patient and wait a few weeks before doing so, so as not to raise more suspicion. But it could work. Just a few random run ins. Maybe he’ll actually have the guts to ask him out on a date during one of them.

He covered his face as a blush creeped up his cheeks when he remembered how Xie Lian had said his name, and that he had said it was a good one. The back of his hand felt hot where his finger tips had brushed it. It had been an accident, feather light and would’ve been unnoticeable if not for the shock that had ran up his arm to his heart. He’d wanted grab it and hold onto it, never letting it go. It would’ve been odd for a stranger to do that to someone they’d just met, well met again. Not that ge ge recognized him. It had been such a long time ago and he was a full grown adult now, not some scrawny brat. Though if he thought about, professionally ge ge has known him for quite some time, just by a very different name.

It was then that he spotted Luo Binghe walking along the side of the daycare. His handsome face looked like a black thundercloud. He paused when he saw the van, then looked up through the windshield at San Lang with a hostile “the fuck you doing here” look.

Not wanting to deal that guy, San Lang grabbed the key still in the ignition and turned it until the engine roar to life. How that little devil managed to get a job working in the daycare he’ll never know. The owner Brother Lan seem like a reasonable person, who at least would do a background check before hiring someone so sketchy. He supposed he might have done it as a favor to Brother Shen who been the kids teacher. But that still begged the question as to why Luo Binghe, a notorious gang leader, was spending his mornings making food for children.

As he was backing out into the alleyway Luo Binghe flipped him the bird while scowling, San Lang returned it with gusto. Every single time they had the unfortunate luck to run into each other it always turned into a pissing match. Why they hadn’t come to actually blows yet was a slight mystery. For San Lang there were a few too many unknown variables for him to ever risk getting into a genuine fight with Binghe. Why Luo Binghe kept his fists to himself was another unanswered question. San Lang did have to admit that riling him up on occasion could be fun.

As the van rolled up to the corner and San Lang stopped to wait for the light to turn, the door leading to the back opened slightly.

“Mr. Lang?” Came a light voice, a dark eye peer out at him.

Not turning, San Lang softly responded “Ah miss, it’s still not safe. I have a few more stops. Then I’ll be able to take you all to those who’ll get you home safe. Please be patient.”

The woman was quiet for a moment. “A few of the girls are wondering if there might be some water?”

The light turned green and San Lang pressed on the gas, going through the intersection as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

After a moment he said “There’s a few bottles of clean water off to the right in a crate. They can have that. But try not to drink too much. It’ll be several hours before it will be safe enough for anyone to be able to come out.”

“Thank you Mr Lang.” And the door slide shut again.

Turning down another street, San Lang softly let out a breath he was holding. It was going to be a long morning.

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Woo! this ended up being pretty long. I realized I hadn’t written from Xie’s perspective yet which fit in nicely after Wei Ying’s and also gave me a surprising amount of room to set up plot points for future chapters. That man has a bad habit of getting tied up in other peoples problems. Also I think my Xie is a little more distrusting and secretive then cannon Xie, but he has his reasons given what his actual job is, I’ll get into what it is later on.

Poor San Lang, he was a little too excited to finally see his ge ge. My Hua Cheng still has like crazy good luck, but he is still just a regular human, sometime he really can’t catch a brake. What he’s actually up isn’t as bad as looks.

I used single name syllables with -Er in this chapter as a way to show that WWX and XL have a close relationship, but to also make a slight joke since Er can be used to mean Little. And given that Xie is very babyface and small, people wouldn’t find it surprising, but him calling WWX little would seem a bit weird since he’s taller and seems older, when really he’s the little brother. Also I just think Li-Er and Wu-Er sound cute. Poor Lan Wangji having all the misunderstanding, you got him back though sir with your whole hearted sincerity.

I do want to state, that when WWX and XL first met they actually didn’t get along, it took them a while to come to a understanding of each other. The Slowburn Friendship, that I probably wont get into as it doesn’t have a lot to do with the actual plot.

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