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[cat-induced-fever-dream]

Acquaintances

Pairing: Wanda x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Description: Wanda meets someone who doesn’t treat her like a villain, but she doesn’t know who you really are.

Notes: I promise it’s fluff and not a trap. Also sorry about my hiatus, I’m just super unmotivated to do anything. So here’s my feeble offering to try and get back into writing.

- - -

Wanda groaned at the sight of a man with a camera. All she wanted was to pop down to the shops, buy some paprika, but alas, even a shopping trip was gold for the paparazzi. Maybe if she hid behind an aisle he would leave. But she heard the door open behind her. Ducking quickly behind a stack of tuna cans, she scanned the rows for the precious package.

She knew she wasn’t the favourite of the public, and the guilt of what she’d done ate her alive every night, but she was sick of being blamed. All she did was try her best, but this was the kind of thanks she got.

She frowned a little when she saw the man round the corner. She steeled herself, not wanting the tears to spring to her eyes. Turning around to face him, she- There was a person talking to him. You had a shopping bag in your hand, so you must have been another customer. Dressed smartly with a blazer, but paired with jeans and sneakers, you looked friendly, but the cold look you gave the man said otherwise. You exchanged words quietly with the reporter, and he seemed to refuse you, turning back to look at her. Realising that this was the perfect stall to get out of the store, she resumed her search. Cumin, Ginger, Paprika! Quickly glancing back to see how long she had, she saw you hand the man a business card as he hurriedly shuffled away.

“Sorry about that,” you turned to her, looking genuinely apologetic.

“Why?” she asked, it coming out harsher than she meant for it to. “It wasn’t even your fault.”

You shrugged. “You don’t deserve it.”

Wanda frowned again at this. She didn’t even know you, but you helped her out, so the least she could do was be polite. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” you smiled. The two of you started to walk towards to counter. More like she did and you kind of happened to as well. “What are you cooking with the paprika?”

Sliding the bag to the cashier, she turned to face you properly. “I was making a traditional Sokovian dish.”

“I’m a big fan of trying different cuisines,” you replied, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “That sounds delicious.”

Wanda’s not really sure why you’re trying to make conversation, but you didn’t seem to have an agenda, so she indulged you with a response as the two of you walked out of the store. “It is, my mum always had the best recipe.”

“Ah well, my parents weren’t around much, so I can’t say the same,” you laughed, throwing your shopping in the back of what must have been your car.

Wanda hadn’t even realised she had walked with you to your car. That was embarrassing. “Well, it was nice to meet you, but I should be going now,” backing away as quickly as she could without making a fool of herself.

“Wait,” you called, “do you need a lift back?”

“You’re a stranger.”

“Well I know your name is Wanda,” you grinned cheekily, opening the passenger door. “And my name is Y/N. Guess we’re not strangers anymore. So, what do you say? It’s the least I could do, with that man bothering you.”

She’s not sure what compelled her to agree, but she found herself sitting in a plush leather seat as you adjusted the rear view mirror. Tapping the dashboard screen, you pulled up a map to Avengers Tower and backed out of the parking lot.

You didn’t seem to mind that she didn’t make conversation, bopping your head gently to whatever pop song was on the radio. Instead she spent the time trying to figure out who you were and why you were being so nice. “It’s rude to stare, you know?” you winked at her.

Wanda felt the heat rush to her cheeks. “Wha- No, sorry,” she mumbled. She’d done it again, made herself look dumb. You giggle, returning your eyes to the road. Trying not to stare at you this time, she observed the fancy watch adorning your wrist, and the sleek interior of the car. You must be a businesswoman of some sort, since this clearly wasn’t your average suburban car. But you were wearing jeans. Maybe a lower level employee than?

She sat there musing, until the door suddenly opened. “We’re here,” you smiled, gesturing at the grand tower that was now her home.

Why couldn’t she stop being so awkward? This was the third time. Unbuckling the seatbelt, she stumbled out, clutching the paprika to her chest. “Thanks again.”

“Anytime, Wanda.” And with a small wave, you hopped back into your car and drove off.

- - -

Heading straight to her room, Wanda abandoned her plans for paprikash. The whole interaction was quite frankly, baffling. No one was ever nice to her, except for the Avengers. But you clearly knew who she was, driving her back to the tower without an address. Tossing her jacket on her bed, she sighed. It’s not like she’d ever see you again. That’s when she noticed the card peeking out from the pocket. There was a phone number printed neatly on it, and a cursive scrawl underneath. “I am actually interested in the dish though. Could I have the name of it?”

She hadn’t exactly interacted with anyone else, so it must’ve been you. Running her thumb over the ink, she was hit with a renewed sense of energy. Grabbing the paprika, she dashed back down the stairs.

- - -

You’re spinning around in your office chair when your phone goes off. Clicking on the message, a small smile makes its way into your face.

Unknown Number: this is the dish i was talking about

Unknown Number: *image*

Unknown Number: it’s paprikash

- - -

“Hey Wanda,” Tony called, a carefully wrapped package in his arms, “this came for you.”

One look at the scarlet wrapping paper, and she knew who it was from. “Thanks Tony,” she said, grabbing it and running to her room.

Setting the package gently on her bed, she untied the ribbon and unfolded the wrapping paper. Nestled in the middle, a box of cookies.

She grinned to herself. Wanda’s been texting you for a couple of months now, and now she could really say that you’re not strangers. She knows that you can’t cook, but you can bake. You’re a businesswoman “of sorts” you say, and that you’re a pretty busy person. But regardless, you hang out with her, chilling in the local coffee shop, going shopping, even just a stroll around the park. She also knows that this happiness she gets when she sees you is definitely not platonic.

Opening the lid, the chocolate aroma wafts into her room. Her favourite of your baked goods. There’s a note tucked into the side of the box, and she delicately pulls it out. “Be my girlfriend?” she read, the handwriting obviously yours. Wait. Be my girlfriend? She sat there dumbly for a couple of seconds before it hit her. You’re asking her to be your girlfriend. Wanda scrambled for her phone, snapping a picture to send to you.

Y/N: those cookies look delicious, who sent them?

The witch rolled eyes at your antics, but played along.

Wanda: idk, but i just got asked out

Y/N: whoaaaa, did you say yes?

Wanda: yes you dumbass

Y/N: okay, under other circumstances that would’ve hurt, but i’m too excited to care right now <3

Wanda: ...

Wanda: did you try to bribe me with cookies?

Y/N: it worked, didn’t it?

Wanda: i can’t believe i actually like you

Y/N: honestly, me too

Y/N: sorry it’s a busy day, but you wanna come over for dinner?

Wanda: sounds good <3

Y/N: i’ll come pick you up, see you then girlfriend

She didn’t want bugs in her room, so Wanda grabbed the box to put in her kitchen cupboard. Balancing a cookie in her mouth, she was about to close the lid, when a hand pinched one. Eyes immediately glowing red, she locked onto Sam as he backed away, half eaten cookie and hands up in surrender.

“Do that again and I will give you nightmares.”

The Falcon whistled lowly. “Okay. Protective over cookies. Got it.”

“There’s cookies?” Bucky asked, strolling in.

“No.”

“Oh okay.”

- - -

The heroes were sprawled on the couches playing a game of UNO when Wanda came down the stairs.

“What are you doing with that hoodie?” Tony asked sharply.

Wanda furrowed her eyebrows. “This.. hoodie?” she replied, tugging on the drawstrings of the soft item of company clothing she was wearing.

“Yes! That’s my enemy’s!”

She didn’t really want to get into whatever nonsense the genius was spouting again. “My friend lent it to me.”

“You have friends?” joked Sam.

Steve gave the man a warning look. “It’s good that you’re adjusting to life here.”

“I think the important question here,” Natasha said from her spot, “is where are you going?”

“Dinner,” she replied, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. She tried to fight the silly smile that crept into her face whenever she thought about you, but she mustn’t have hid it well enough, since the red headed spy gave her a sickeningly sweet smile.

I hate you, she projected.

Nat winked back.

“Based on the way Miss Maximoff keeps anxiously glancing at the door, there is likely to be someone waiting for her,” Vision piped up. “I have searched the Internet databases, and from what I have gathered, your casual outfit means that you are going with someone you are familiar with. The sharing of clothes is usually reserved for close friends or romantic partners only.”

Of course the android had to get involved.

“Your heart rate seems to be speeding up Miss Maximoff. Are you okay?”

“Wanda Maximoff,” Tony asked slowly, “do you have a boyfriend?”

That’s when all hell broke loose.

“Who is he?”

“Is he hot?”

“Where did you meet?”

“How did you even get a boyfriend?”

“Can we meet him?”

“What-“

“Okay,” she groaned. Well it was bound to happen eventually. She just wished she could’ve gotten even a few months without the teasing. “I have a girlfriend, yes she’s hot, yes I’m going to have dinner with her, and I’ll ask about meeting. I’m going to go now.” With that, she stepped into the elevator.

“Don’t think this conversation is over witchy,” called Tony, as the doors slid shut.

- - -

“Hey,” you smiled as she slid into the car. “What took you so long?”

“The Avengers found out.”

You chuckled at that. “What, did they interrogate you or something?”

“Something like that.” She paused. “They want to meet you.”

“Are you sure?”

“They’re my family, and they’ll love you as much as I do.”

“Cute,” you grinned, “but I don’t know about Tony.”

“Trust me, they’re a mess a lot of the time, but they’re good people.”

You checked through your phone. “I haven’t got anything on around lunch tomorrow. I can come by then, how does that sound?”

“So you’ll come?”

“Anything for my girlfriend.”

- - -

Her green eyes locked onto you amongst the bustle of suits in the lobby.

“Hey.”

You adjusted the grey fabric of your pantsuit. “Hey yourself.”

“Did you wear the suit to impress me?” Wanda asked, delicately tugging on your tie.

“Actually, I’ve got a meeting with the investors later. Gotta make an impression, you know?”

“Well consider me impressed,” she whispered against your ear.

Blushing, you allowed Wanda to lead you to the elevator.

- - -

Clint wasn’t sure what to expect with you. But if Wanda liked you, you were sure to be one of the good sorts. So maybe like a cute girl she met at the cafe or something. He sure as hell wasn’t expecting the confident girl dressed in a suit to step out of the elevator.

All of them were lined up in the common room and he’s pretty sure any normal person would have been intimidated by the sheer amount of Avengers in front of them, but you stepped up to them absolutely unfazed.

“Mr Rogers,” you offered your hand to shake, “a pleasure to meet you.”

Steve was expecting to have to take the lead with introductions, but here you seemed to be handling yourself fine. “Likewise.”

“Is Mr Stark here today?” you asked him.

“He’s a bit busy at the mo-“

Clattering and a string of curses interrupted him. And of course, the man himself stepped into the room, Iron Man debris in his wake.

“Tony,” Steve scolded.

“What? Did you think I’d miss meeting the girl who stole the heart of our cold antisocial emo?”

Wanda tossed a couch pillow at him, but he brushed it off.

“Tony Stark,” he declared.

You shook his hand politely. “I know who you are Mr Stark.”

“And you are...?”

“Y/N L/N.”

The genius might have been singed from his armour, but the moment that name fell from your lips, he yanked his hand away, as if he was burned.

“L/N. As in L/N Corporations?”

“That’s me.”

Abruptly he turned to Wanda. “Do you know who this is?” he hissed. “The greatest rival to Stark Industries. I thought you were introducing your girlfriend.”

You gave him a winning smile. “I am her girlfriend Mr Stark. And you may have made me your rival, but I can assure you that you are not mine.”

Sam snorted.

“What are you doing here then? Are you here to try and steal data? You can’t...”

You paid him no mind as you winked at Sam. Spotting the metal arm, your eyes widened. “You must be Bucky, right? Princess Shuri told me she’d been working on some vibranium projects. I’d love to take a closer look some other day if you don’t mind?”

“How do you know Shuri?” Stark spluttered.

“You think that she only talks to rich boys who need her help? Sorry to burst your bubble.”

Nat couldn’t help but smirk at this.

“Oh and I’ve actually been working on some prototype Widow Bites as a bit of a free time project,” you added. “If you’re interested, your opinion on usage would really help me to refine them.”

“Of course.”

“Traitor,” Tony glared.

It’s at this point your phone began to ring. Glancing down, you offered a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, I’ve really got to take this.” You turned to face the wall as your friendly tone turned professional.

The Avengers huddled together as your call went on.

“Is she using you for information?” Tony scowled.

Wanda scowled back. “She’s my girlfriend Stark. Not everything is about you.”

He looked as if he was going to say more, but Steve interrupted.

“Look Tony, she seemed like a perfectly lovely girl.”

“Yeah I like her,” added Sam. “She can keep your ego in check.”

“If Wanda likes her, I’m fine with it too.” Clint said.

Wanda gave him a thankful look.

A cough came awkwardly behind them.

“I really hate to cut this short everyone, but something’s come up back at the office. Investors are a pain.”

“Yeah go on back to your investors then,” spat Tony.

“Wow” you drawled, heading back to the elevator, “is the rich card the only thing you can play Stark?”

The light on the wall indicated that the cab had arrived, and you stepped inside the carriage which would take you back down, as Peter stepped out.

“Oh hey Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“I was just leaving Pete, but swing by later, alright?”

“You know it.”

“Oh and I heard you liked the hoodie I gave Wanda, Mr Stark,” you called. “I can grab you one as well, since it’s my company. But I really do gotta run now. Nice to meet you all!” The metal doors slid shut on your grinning face.

There was a silence, before Tony turned on his protégée. “How the hell are you on a first name business with her?”

“We’re friends?” Peter offered.

“Friends?”

“She went to college with me. She was super smart and we hung out and stuff. You know, what friends usually do.”

Squirming under his mentor’s gaze, he continued. “She was too smart for college though, so she dropped out and started her company. It didn’t mean we stopped being friends though.”

“Why didn’t you tell me Underoos?”

“She figured you might overreact, especially with the web sho-“ The boy’s eyes widened, and he made a mad dash for the stairs.

But Tony grabbed his wrist. “What were you saying?”

Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair anxiously. “She helped me out with my web shooters in college, and since then, she’s been developing them with me.”

“What?”

“She knows I’m Spider-Man and I work with her on my tech,” he said slowly.

The man surveyed his teammates, making deliberate eye contact with each and every one of them. “Traitors, the lot of you,” he huffed.

“I mean you gotta admit it,” laughed Sam. “She’s college age, and built an empire to rival you. Not to mention that she’s pretty, smart, has better PR and actual time management skills-“

“Okay I get it,” the genius cut him off.

“Don’t be upset,” Clint smirked, “you can’t lose if you’re not her competition.”

Tony stomped off.

“Don’t worry about him, he’ll come around,” Steve said gently, nodding at Wanda who was fiddling anxiously with her rings.

“She was cool,” added Nat. “Tony can be a pain in the ass, but he knows she’s a good person.”

Her phone buzzed in her hand.

<3: i’d say that went pretty well

Wanda: cannot believe you didn’t tell me

<3: i’m really sorry babe, please don’t hate me

Wanda: i could never

<3: just didn’t want him to stop you from fraternising with the enemy or whatever

Wanda: i’d break the rules for you any day

<3: how romantic

<3: so miss rebel, you coming over tonight?

Wanda: depends if you’re still wearing the suit

<3: anything for you ;)

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Marinette: Guardian of the Miraculous

part 2

i have too many wips but im writing something else again :)) (woes of a writer/artist/just creators don’t @ me here)

so my brain clearly isn’t prioritising so here’s a really very long lil one shot based on this post i found by @aly4son and it’s pretty cute and fluffy. i decided to make some changes and add some stuff here as well becuz i love fluff hope it’s okayy. this took pretty long becuz i had to figure out how to put everything together ://

and as it stand it is getting way too long so im gonna have to put up a second part whoops.

—

“Hmm… Add a little of this…, a drop of water from the Dragon’s Tears Fountain… Oh, don’t forget the edible glitter…”

Marinette was adding different ingredients to her pot, swirling her wooden spoon at the same time. She was preparing for her final test before she was officially declared the new Guardian of the Miraculous. However, she needed a break from all the formulas and power-up functions. So, she decided to continue playing around with the concoction she’s been working on for weeks, hoping to complete her experiment that afternoon. She knew she could just finish it after her test, but she could feel that she’s so close, and was eager to observe the results.

Ever since she started learning the recipes of the power-up potions, she wondered what other power ups she could try making, if it were possible. She’s been trying over and over again, playing around with different kinds of ingredients. She’d even brought some items from the bakery, if only to give it a little taste and colour. (And also to test a theory of whether it can be used to make power-up potions. It did work out in the end, but only some foods.) She remembered Chat mentioning that Plagg hated those power-up cheese (said it tasted like “liquidy goo you humans take when you’re sick”) and decided to mess around with flavours.

“And… Done! Tikki? Up for another round of taste testing? I think I’ve got it this time!”

“Of course, Marinette! I’m curious though, why did you add the glitter?”

“It’s for flair, for the potion I’m brewing. If this works, you’ll see why I wanted glitter in there.” Marinette threw in a wink, and dipped a little spoon inside the pink, glittery liquid. Tikki floated towards it and took a sniff, noting the scent of champagne coming from it. I wonder if kwamis ever get drunk, didn’t think we’d try that before in all the time we spent in the miracle box.

She quicked sipped the delicious brew, and immediately felt a tingling sensation.

“It’s happening! It worked!”

In a flash of pink, Tikki transformed, her usual self now a sparkling crystal-like texture, her centre spot and tail (?) now dazzling diamonds.

“Wow… Well, what power up is this?”

“It’s called the Elegant power up, ooooooor Exquisite. Haven’t really decided on the name yet. It’s just a little fun power-up I came up with, you know, like a fancy dress transformation.”

“Cool! I’m sure Kaalki would love to try this power-up. It’s glorious.” Tikki laughed at her own little joke.

Oh, how she wished she could snap a photo of Tikki, but kwamis don’t show up on cameras. It was a great accomplishment, and she was really proud of herself. Specially created with an original outfit designed by her, a sketch of the design slowly added into the mixture while it boils. (Another absurd theory that flitted through her mind.) Never thought this crazy idea would work but here we are.

“Alright, I’m going to try transforming. Ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Marinette!”

“Elegant Tikki! Spots on!”

The familiar feeling of transforming washed over Marinette, yet it feels completely different at the same time. The swirls of pink magic disappeared to show a red cocktail dress with exquisite black sequins scattered on silk, the fabric a darker shade of red than what she usually wore. Extremely fancy indeed.

A Mandarin collar wrapped around her neck with a mini brooch which had a symbol engraved into it, a representation of her Chinese heritage and the pattern associated with the Miraculous. The top half had black polka dots, embodying her super-persona’s namesake, along with a matching mask and gloves, both of which had intricate embroidery. Her hair was pulled up into a stylish updo, braids twisted to form a crown above her head. Her red heels has little ladybugs on them, just like the one in her hair. Just how she imagined it.

“Wow, this is even better than what i would have done!” Marinette twirled around, noticing that the outfit has a litte glittery shine to it. Now she wish she would get to wear this someday; she felt like a princess! (Well, it was pretty funny because Chat would always call her civilian self that.)

In the midst of admiring her work, Master Fu walked into the room. His eyes widened at the sight in front of him, and Marinette shrieked, quickly transforming back to her usual self.

“Ah, sorry Master! I was messing around with an idea I had and I completed it just now. Don’t worry, I was practicing potions before that.”

“I’m not mad, Marinette. On the contrary, I’m actually very pleased that you have managed a feat that even my masters were unable to achieve back when I was in training with them. Perhaps I could show it to them when I return for a visit.

“In the mean time, how about you use this power-up for your Guardian officiating ceremony. It is something to celebrate after all and you deserve it.”

Marinette didn’t know what to say. She just thanked the master profusely, grateful for the opportunity to try out her new invention. She didn’t bother trying to refuse because she knows that there would still be one no matter what she says. Master Fu simply waved it off with a chuckle.

“Now, would you like to have your final test today or prefer to still wait for tomorrow? I feel that you are ready.”

—

School was still a priority, being in senior year and all. Marinette could only work on designs during her free time, and with Hawkmoth around those are scarce. Marinette would sometimes sketch out ideas besides finishing her homework, for fear if forgetting them. She absolutely hated it when an idea struck while she was busy fighting an akuma.

Good thing was, she didn’t need to worry about measurements. The miraculous will ensure that everyone’s suits and dresses would fit them to a t. So all she had to do was make sure that the designs represented each of the holders perfectly.

Tikki wholeheartedly agreed that Marinette deserved to be celebrated as the new Guardian, she hadn’t had a holder who was a Guardian since millennias ago. She was positively buzzing with exhilaration, moves animated with so much zest Marinette was afraid she might explode.

Chat was the first person she told about becoming a Guardian. He was surprised, after all he wasn’t aware of her receiving training, but that was short-lived as he immediately tackled Ladybug in a humongous bear hug for her sensational achievement. He even said, and I quote, “My, I��m honoured to be graced with the presence of the great and powerful Guardian of the Miraculous Box,” topped off with an exaggerated bow and a kiss to the knuckles.

He was also ecstatic about the prospect of a new transformation. Ladybug told him to assure Plagg that she had added a different flavour to it, and will add some cheese to his batch on top of infusing it in his beloved camembert. That night, Plagg denied purring loudly in his sleep. (“You were dreaming, Adrien. Hallucinating!”)

Three months of constant sketching and resketching, coloring in and retracing it for the potion, Marinette finally got the designs out. She asked the kwamis for their opinions on the designs, (after a mini celebration of their own, obviously.) and they gave their input. Some even made flavour requests, though they still kept the champagne in there as they loved it and it made the power-up more fancy.

Then it’s another week of measuring, mixing, and carefully infusing the correct batches into the different snacks. She almost put Wayzz’s herbal tea flavoured potion into Pollen’s honey comb, if not for Tikki and Wayzz’s interference. Oh, the look of horror on Pollen’s face would send Plagg laughing with tears.

With everything ready, it’s time to paaaaaaaaartay! (Clearly Xuppu was here :) )

—

With the help of Chat Noir, they managed to get the miraculouses to the respective holders’ rooms before they arrived home from school. She handwrote all the dissolving letters containing the information, taking care to use her cursive. Those online lessons really paid off, even Tikki couldn’t recognise that she was the one who wrote it.

Ladybug hid behind a rooftop as she watched Max open read the letter, coming to the conclusion that everyone else is doing the same. She hoped that she had made her instructions clear enough, considering how… excited some of her classmates could be.

—

Everyone was confused when they found a box in their rooms, realising soon after that it was a miraculous box. Alya and Chloe immediately opened their boxes, paying no mind to the paper that were below.

“Oh, finally! Ladybug is giving the Miraculous to me! It’s about time.”

“Trixx! Does Ladybug need me?” An extremely loud gasp, “Oh my gosh, is she here? Do I get to hold on to my miraculous?”

The kwamis questioned had to clarify that no, Ladybug was not nearby as there is no emergency, no, it was only for a few short hours, and no again, the miraculous was technically not theirs but “belonged” to the Guardian for safekeeping unless they are permanent holders. They were only temporary holders who are called upon when their help were needed.

(Ladybug and Master Fu had them make sure they got it through their heads after getting irritated when some people kept begging for it again. And also to inform those whose identities were compromised that it was their last time using theirs.)

“Please read the letter before you do anything, Alya.”

“It contains some important information that you really must know before you call upon me, my queen.”

All holders read through the letter:

“Dear [Name],

I hope this letter finds you well. I’m to be officiated as the new Guardian of the Miraculous, and it would really make my happy if you could join me tonight. Along with your miraculous, you will find a small snack for your kwamis. It is to be consumed strictly before transforming, so do not waste it as I’ve only provided a small piece.

You will transform tonight at 4am, going going to the address listed below. Don’t worry, the kwami will be able to help you with that. I know it is late but this is to ensure no reporters or your parents will see you sneak out. Hawkmoth rarely comes out at night anyway, so that’s a bonus.

Chat Noir and I are greatful for your contributions as the heroes of Paris, so we would also like this to be a celebration of thanks. Hope to see you there!

Signed, Ladybug

Address: 53 Rue de Corentin, Petit Fortune Hôtel 3rd floor”

The letters dissolved with a flame of green sparkles, kwamis reaffirming the chosens that they know the address and will help them navigate.

[frizz22]

Prompt: I know you don’t do a lot of Spellwood. But could you write something where Zelda is very pregnant and sends Faustus on a snack run, but being his awkward self knows he can’t talk to mortals so he ropes Sabrina in for help.

I’ll take pretty much any prompt! Thank you for the cute idea and sorry for the wait. Hope you enjoy! Read on ao3

“A ho-ho?” He repeated back dubiously, brow furrowed at his wife.

Shifting to find a more comfortable spot, Zelda nodded. “Yes, please Faustus. I’ve been craving them all day. We used to get them sometimes when Sabrina was little, I only had them myself a few times, but they are all  I can think about. Please?”

“And this is a roll of chocolate breading with filling…” Faustus clarified, still unsure.

Humming in the affirmative, “yes, it’s a Little Debbie cake,” she added.

His expression went completely blank with confusion, what in Satan’s name was a Little Debbie? 

Seeing his confusion, Zelda sighed and made to push herself off the couch where she’d reclined to prop up her swollen feet. “I can get them myself,” she offered, clearly taking pity on him.

But that wouldn’t do, he could take care of his pregnant wife and her cravings. Placing a hand on her shoulder, Faustus gently kept her from getting up. “Zels, I’ve got it. I just wanted to make sure I pick up the right thing. I’ll be back soon,” he smiled encouragingly and kissed her lightly.

She all but melted back into the couch, “thank you, Faustus.” She smiled in return and squeezed his hand.

Nodding, he left the room with a purposeful stride… even if he still didn’t have the faintest idea of what he was supposed to be buying. Instead of heading for the door, though, Faustus made for Sabrina’s room.

Normally the teen wouldn’t be his first choice. The start of their relationship had been rocky at best and though it’d improved to a degree since he and Zelda began courting and eventually married over a year ago, she was still the last Spellman he’d have sought out for help.

But she was the only one home right now, and Faustus was desperate. It would have been one thing if Zelda craved an odd witching food, but an odd mortal food? He had no clue how to navigate a mortal bakery in search of a food he was unfamiliar with… and he knew the mortals employed at the store would be suspicious of his questions.

Which was why he didn’t even pause outside the girl’s door but knocked sharply twice and waited.

Sabrina blinked when she opened the door and realized it was him. Regaining herself, she crossed her arms. “Father Blackwood,” she greeted stiffly.

Stifling a sigh at the fact that she still refused to call him Faustus outside of the academy as he suggested, he plunged right in. “I need your help.”

If she had been shocked before by his presence, it had nothing on her expression now. “Wait, what?”

“Your Aunt Zelda is craving something made by a ‘Little Debbie’. A stuffed pastry called a ho-ho? Zelda mentioned you ate them when you were younger, do you recall which bakery they came from?” He truly hoped she remembered, he didn’t want to go back to Zelda empty-handed. Sabrina laughed at his request, rather hard, and Faustus frowned. “I’ll call around to the local bakeries then, if you cannot—”

“No, no, no.” Sabrina caught his arm with one hand to keep him from leaving and grabbed the coat she’d draped over her chair with the other. “I’m sorry, I know you’re not familiar with some mortal foods… It’s just,” she chortled a bit more and brought it under control with some effort. “It’s just you’re way off base and it was funny. I’ll help.” She smiled and pulled her coat on.

Exhaling in relief and taken aback by Sabrina’s geniality, Faustus followed the girl down the stairs and out to the car. As they climbed in, Sabrina directed him to the nearest grocery store.

“Oh, so this Little Debbie, she sells her baked goods at chain stores then?” He asked, pulling out of the drive and onto the main road.

Chuckling again, Sabrina shook her head. “Little Debbie isn’t actually a person,” she informed him, “it’s the name of a company. They make snack cakes.”

“Snack cakes?” Was he really so out of touch with mortal culture that he didn’t even know what a snack cake was? Apparently so.

Pursing her lips, Sabrina paused a moment to think. “Snack cakes are, they’re sugary pastry like treats, marketed towards kids. They usually have some kind of filling, there are loads of options.”

Lifting a brow, Faustus glanced at her. “Ah, so I take it you’re familiar with all of these options?” He teased good-naturedly, though he effectively hid how excited he was that they were having a conversation without the usual underlying tension.

“No, actually, Aunt Hilda hated the things.” Sabrina recalled, tucking one of her legs under her. “She would say, ‘why buy assembly line baked goods with Satan knew how many chemicals and preservatives when she could make something five times better and fresh at that in our own kitchen?’” She smiled at the memory, “we only got them on rare occasions and even then, we had to smuggle them around the house so she wouldn’t find them.” Huffing slightly in amusement, Sabrina shook her head fondly at her family’s old antics.

Not wanting to interrupt her reminiscing, Faustus just nodded, reveling in the fact that Sabrina had shared anything with him. A few minutes later they pulled into the parking lot and exited the car in a companionable silence.

Sabrina rounded the car, likely about to give him some quick tips on how to act in a mortal grocery store, when she froze. “You need to change.” She remarked, eyes wide.

Baffled, Faustus looked down at his outfit, “what?”

“Your clothes. I didn’t realize how,” she waved a hand trying to find the word, “how Church of Night they were.” She finished, gesturing to the robe he hadn’t had a chance to change out of after work. “Just,” Sabrina glanced around the parking lot to make sure they were alone. “Just change into one of your suits, that you wear at the academy.”

Doing as he was told, Faustus flicked his wrist and changed his clothes. “Do mortals not wear robes?”

Snorting and then trying to cover it with a cough, Sabrina shook her head. “Most don’t. And those that do, don’t have ones as nice as yours, and they definitely don’t wear them grocery shopping.”

“Ahh, so I’d have drawn some unwanted attention, then.”

“Absolutely,” she grinned and partially turned to the store, “ready?”

Letting loose an exaggerated sigh, Faustus straightened his shoulders. “As I’ll ever be,” he supplied dryly, causing Sabrina to smirk as she led the way inside.

To Faustus’ horror, they were accosted by an overly chipper mortal the moment they entered the store. This aggressive friendliness made him even more grateful Sabrina had accompanied him. Her presence helped quash Faustus’ desire to hex the slightly manic smile off the employee’s face.

Thankfully, Sabrina handled the man easily, returning his greeting as she made her way past. Faustus trailed after her with a brisk walk, avoiding eye contact and hoping that since Sabrina interacted with the man, he wouldn’t have to.

When they were out of earshot, he leaned over to her, “do they really pay someone to just stand there and welcome people into the store?” He asked, it seemed like a poor business practice that created unnecessary expenses.

“They also assist you if you need help finding anything,” Sabrina explained, turning down an aisle. “He would have been the one assisting you if I wasn’t here.” She raised a brow at him knowingly, as if sensing he’d thought the position superfluous.

He gave a grumpy harrumph and started to browse the shelves, though he still had no idea what he was looking for. Rolling her eyes playfully, Sabrina made a beeline for the middle of the aisle and stopped, searching as well.

“Ah ha!” She exclaimed triumphantly, snatching up a small, white rectangular box and handing it to him. “There you go.” Her expression was a little smug, but there was something light and teasing in her tone.

Examining the box, Faustus furrowed his brows, “these, these are ho-hos?” He glanced at her and could tell she was holding back from laughing at his expression.

“Yes, nothing more mortal than over-processed, overpriced sugar. No wonder Auntie Zee was craving them.”

Faustus shrugged slightly in acceptance, “is one box enough? Will Zelda want more? What about the other… snack cakes?” He took a moment to remember the word as he scanned the rest of the aisle, stunned. It wasn’t as if witches always ate the healthiest, but this amount of junk food… it was excessive and a little concerning.

Sabrina hummed and studied the shelves as well. “A second box couldn’t hurt, and I know Ambrose will want at least one for himself.” She picked up another box and deposited it into his arms. “And maybe,” she bit her lip and her hand hovered over a box labeled ‘Zebra Cakes’. Though what zebras had to do with anything related to pastries or snack cakes Faustus wasn’t sure. “No, no those should be enough.” She decided, letting her hand drop.

“If you want the Zebra Cakes for yourself, Sabrina, I can get them. It’s no problem.” He offered, and she just chewed on her lip hesitantly. “As long as I get to try one,” he added.

Grinning, Sabrina picked up the box, “deal.” She agreed and looked at him again, only this time she tilted her head as if seeing him for the first time.

He arched a brow in return, but she ignored his inquiring look and made for the front of the store to check out. Before they reached a register, though, she froze.

“You have money, right? Like regular people money? I forgot to grab my purse.”

Faustus laughed, “oh, so I’m not allowed to barter with the goat I left in the car? Have mortals advanced past that system of trade?” Sabrina tried to give him a stern look, but the corners of her mouth twitched up in amusement. “Of course, I have ‘regular people’ money. I may be unfamiliar with many aspects of the mortal world, but money is a universal language; one I am well versed in.”

Holding up her hands in mock surrender, Sabrina started to the cashier again. “Just wanted to be sure.”

Unfortunately, the self-checkout machines were out of service and only one lane was open, forcing them to wait behind an elderly woman who was handing the cashier one coupon at a time with shaking hands.

By the time the woman finished, Faustus was close to tearing his hair out with impatience, his free hand clenching and unclenching with any number of spells that would hurry the process along. His current favorite was one that would have the old woman dropping dead on the spot, but that would backfire, the mortal emergency services would be called, and then they would never get checked out. Faustus only managed to keep it together because Sabrina was watching him closely, likely expecting an outburst.

When they finally made it back to the car, Sabrina cracked up, even wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “I thought you were going to burst an artery,” she gasped, far more amused by their eternal wait in line than him.

Grumbling, Faustus put the food in the backseat and climbed into the car. “That experience could rival one of the circles of Hell,” he muttered, starting the engine.

She snorted and buckled her seatbelt. “It really was astonishing that nothing caught fire,” she continued to joke as they made their way back to the house. He made all the appropriate grumbling noises, but he found this side of Sabrina was much more enjoyable and entertaining than the side that constantly flouted the rules, challenged the church and put others in danger.  

As they reached the drive way, Sabrina fell silent, staring out the window. And when Faustus parked the car, she made no move to get out. So, he stayed put as well.

“Is there something you would like to discuss?” He probed carefully, not wanting to ruin the delicate progress they’d made on this impromptu trip.

Nodding, Sabrina shifted to face him. “I’m sorry for being a brat to you.” Stunned, Faustus just blinked, unsure what to say in response. He was given some extra time to consider his reply when Sabrina continued. “I know we’ve butted heads a lot, but I’m glad I got to see this side of you tonight. Knowing that there’s more to you than the headmaster and high priest, well, it makes more sense why Aunt Zelda was excited to marry you. And you make her happy, so I shouldn’t be giving you such a hard time. Because Auntie Zee deserves to be happy.”

Faustus nodded. “On that we agree wholeheartedly,” he smiled softly, taken aback by her statement. “And I appreciate the apology and owe you one of my own. We do butt heads a lot, but you have opened my eyes to certain aspects that could do with some, revising within the church. I am not for all of your changes,” he held up a hand when she excitedly perked up, “but traditions such as the Feast of Feasts could be observed without the actual consumption of a female coven member.”

“Maybe a play instead? Portraying Freya’s initial sacrifice? The academy could do more than one play a year, and—” Sabrina was animatedly talking now and Faustus smiled.

Clearing his throat, he interrupted. “That sounds like a wonderful idea, and I’m sure Zelda would be thrilled to direct another play next fall. But right now, we need to get her these snack cakes before your aunt decides I took too long and goes out herself.” Grinning, Sabrina agreed.

As they got out of the car, Sabrina stopped and held out her hand. “I, I hope this can be a new starting point for us and that we can continue to make the Church of Night the best it can be…Faustus.” She bit her lip uncertainly.

“I think it can be a new starting point, Sabrina.” He shook her hand, “and perhaps having discussions with the youth at the academy could help us decide the future of the coven… to an extent.” He smiled warmly and they headed inside.

Once indoors, Sabrina made to go to her room immediately. Faustus called out, “Sabrina, would you like to join us?” It was an awkward invitation, but he thought if nothing else the thought would be appreciated. “You do have your Zebra Cakes,” he held up the bag.

Thinking on it a moment, Sabrina descended the few steps she had gone up. “That’d be nice, thanks.” She smiled and they went into the parlor together.

If Zelda was surprised to see them together, she didn’t show it. She just looked up from her book and grinned, “oh my heroes!” She teased, putting the book aside and leveraging herself up. “Thank you so much.” Zelda touched his cheek when he bent over and kissed her lightly before sitting down next to her.

Sabrina took a seat across from them, already tearing into her own box. They were chatting happily, trading snacks by tossing them across the coffee table when Ambrose poked his head in.

“I knew I smelled these!” He exclaimed excitedly, joining them and picking up a few treats for himself.

Shaking her head, Sabrina turned to Faustus. “Told you he’d want some, two boxes was a good call.”

Before he could reply, the front door opened once more, and they all froze. Hilda’s voice called out, asking where everyone was. Ambrose and Sabrina’s eyes widened, they snatched up their treats and bolted out of the room through the kitchen.

Leaving somewhat flustered Faustus to explain to his sister-in-law why he’d brought this abomination of a pastry into her house, all while Zelda poorly smothered her laughs.

[harveywritings92]

This Life is mine: Jacob Frye x OC

The following is a non profit fan based story Assassin's creed belongs to Ubisoft please support the official release.

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I gain no profit from this nor do I own anything other then OCs  and whatever sprouts from my imagination. Thanks for reading!

[Elliott "Ellie" Addison Morgan novice assassin also a daughter and victim of a Templar wannabe. Was raised to be her father's perfect little doll, Elliott knew nothing but scorn and disapproval from her father, who viewed her as nothing more then a bargaining chip to marry off and increase his social status, just like her sister who is now missing, Elliott would be damned if she going end up like her sister, especially when she found out her father planned to wed her to Crawford Starrick, she escaped and stowed-away on a train not thinking it was occupied by a couple of Assassins...]

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She did it... she actually did it! Elliott wanted to laugh out loud and scream with joy from the rooftops that she was free! She was finally free! the brunette had her doubts that her plan would work, but it did!

She knew her father wanted Starrick's approval so badly and his bullheaded thirst to win, caused his fat head to be shoved so far up his own ass; he wouldn't have noticed that his own daughter had switched places with a maid!

Elliott slowed down pulled the brown trench coat closer to body adjusted her hat when someone ran passed her, she when she was sure the coast was clear she used eagle vision to follow the clues to the hiding spot where Clyde had hid her gear, The blue eyed girl smiled when she found it, grabbed the suitcase and ran down the street towards the train station.

Elliott's smile faltered a bit when she saw the empty terminal save for a single train, she quietly approached a man who appeared to be the repair man, Elliott hesitated before the sounds of her father's search party got closer in the distance. "Hey are there seats available?" She asked quickly causing the man to jump by her sudden appearance.

"Wha-What" the man stammered "Seats man, are there any seats available?"the blue eyed woman asked glancing over her shoulder the back at the man who looked very confused. "Uh, no this a private train ma'am it don't-" Elliott handed him a stunning sum of money about 200 pounds, the man eyes bugged out of his skull and counted it before nodding. "Alright, you can hide out in the fourth car, no one uses it. but if we get caught? you're on your own." He said leading her to the unused storage car he unlocked it and helped Elliott inside.

"Thank you." the man just nodded and closed the door leaving Elliott alone in the dark and with her thoughts, Soon she felt the train lurch as it started to move away from the station, Elliot wasn't sure how she sat there staring out the small window at the sky or how long it had been since she'd escaped, but soon she sighed contently and drifted off to sleep.

the following morning Agnes was was and ready to switch her shift with Bob when she found him looking like a kid on Christmas counting a wad of cash, her brow furrowed as she approached him "Where'd you get that money?" she demanded as he tried to hide the notes behind his back. "Uh, I found it?" the portly woman wasn't having it! she held her hand out and Bob pouted and reluctantly handed the money over she counted and gawked the amount.

"There's over 200 pounds here! where did yo-" The Frye twins who overheard the commotion came to see what the problem was? Agnes explained how she just came to switch with Bob and found him counting a wad of notes, Both were stunned at the amount and asked how he obtained it? The engineer stuck to his guns that he found it! But the twins clearly weren't buying it, After going back and fourth Bob finally gave in.

"Car four, she's in car four...Can I have my money back?"

"No." Both Evie and Jacob huffed as the male twin pocketed the cash in his jacket intending to give it back to whoever snuck onto their train...Then kick them off. "Aww.." Bob moaned dismayed before Agnes berated him that it served him right taking money from strangers and letting them stowaway on Bertha.

Both Jacob and Evie were hesitant about entering the car they weren't sure what to expect, Jacob went in first much to his sister's annoyance, they were both highly skilled assassin's she didn't need him protecting her! But that didn't stop him from trying. Both scanned the dusty car for any signs of someone life, before Evie's eyes landed on a small figure curled up between two crates, she nudged her brother who followed her gaze.

The two found the figure to be a sleeping girl around their age maybe younger, with brown wavy hair wearing a worn out brown jacket and maid's uniform sleeping without a care in the world hugging a suitcase to her side. Both twins looked at each other before Jacob tapped the girl in the ribs with his foot. "Oi you, time to wake up!" he ordered the girl gasped and her eyes fluttered opened looked around confused as Evie yanked her brother back.

"You could've just asked her to wake-up, you didn't need to kick her!"

"I didn't kick her! I tapped her, there's difference!"

The two argued hospitality methods as Elliott awkwardly watched them, she assumed Braids and Top-hat were the owners of the train she had snuck on to for the night, not really sure how to talk to them she just kind of stayed quiet, until she felt sneeze coming on she let it loose both twins turned to her and barked. "Bless you!" then went back to arguing before Jacob remembered what they were doing and shook his head. "Wait no, not bless you! Who are you?" the male twin demanded as his sister butted in "And why are you on our train?" Looks like Elliott's assumptions were correct before she could answer the door to the car opened and Henry walked in.

"Ah, So this is were the two of...Elliott?! the Indian assassin exclaimed pointing at the the brunette who in turn pointed back at him "Henry?!" causing the top-hat man to laugh "Jacob!" he quipped while pointing at himself then he got elbowed in the ribs by his sister."You know her?" Evie asked to the stunned man who nodded immediately pulled the short girl into hug. "Yes, she's Elliott Morgan an Assassin...But how did you?" pulled away then noticed her suitcase and outfit.

"Maybe we should explain this in the study?" He suggested as the twins followed them, Elliott removed the old trench coat showing off a large hand shaped bruise on her arm as she sat down across from Henry who frowned when he saw it, Elliott covered it with her over hand, the twins shifted uncomfortable. "What happened?" The brunette shrugged "A parting gift from Aric..." She hissed out her father's name out venomously, Henry told her to elaborate, the brunette sighed a slouched in her seat. "Let's see about three weeks ago..."

{My father called me into his study, I assumed he was upset about some mundane thing that his paranoid mind saw as offensive! Maybe he saw me moving some lose hair out of my face or holding a damn book wrong? Who knows! everything I did always seem to set him off...anyhow, He explained that St. James concert hall had contacted him, They invited me to sing for their 10th anniversary and charity event, and that I should start preparing for the big night.  

Rejection was not an option with my father, but my suspicions were irked and he wouldn't stop trying to pick out songs that he wanted, And you course know he's never been the charitable sort unless it benefited him in some way, nor was he ever interested in my singing. So stupid me had to ask "Are you asking if I'd like to sing? or ordering me to sing?" He was not happy when I said that way he looked at me still causes me freeze up. "Don't you ever speak to me like that again...Or I'll-" I don't want to think about what he was going to say, his secretary interrupted us.

He snapped at me to go practice and when the big night came around, I found out why he had accepted the invitation, and push me to nearly losing my voice for an otherwise calm event. it wasn't just a charity event! It was also a congratulatory party for my engagement to Crawford Starrick... I remember feeling sick as my father led me to the Templar's grand master! I felt disgusted,angry and just devastated that this was happening a second time...He did the same thing to my sister...I saw what she went through and I didn't want it!

So, I took a risk! I tried to sneak away while he Crawford were talking about dates and business, he saw me and grabbed my wrist hard trying to keep me from leaving I told him I was just going to get a drink, and he let me go,Then I ran into Susanne. [ Henry grimaced hearing that name, having met that beastly bigot of a woman before; she left a very unfavorable impression in the Indian assassin.] Yes...that Susanne the snobby maid who fell in love with "Showroom Aric" as I call my father's public face. practically worships the ground he walks on, and thinks I was just being an ungrateful rotten brat to my dear sweet father! She was extra nasty that night, of course I ignored her... and was more focused on her body thought. "Ey, we're about the same size and build..."

So, I asked if she wanted to get up close to my father? She took me into a back room and we switched clothes, luckily it was a masquerade party so no one noticed. I ran out the back and straight into my butler and assassin mentor Clyde. The old man knew about the engagement before I did, he didn't tell me because I'd panic, and tip my father off that I was gonna run. Clyde knows I do my best thinking when time and the odds are stack high against my favor, He saw me switch places with the maid and knew the game was on, He gave me his hat and his jacket and told me he had feeling I going do something drastic. and told me where he stashed a suitcase I had hidden in my closet ages ago! Found it and then I made my way to the train station...}    

"...And that's how I got here." Elliott said pointing at car floor as Henry and the Frye twins took in her story Henry was was obviously relieved, Evie's reaction was one pity and distrust, Which didn't surprise Elliott in the least; Since she just confessed to being Crawford Starrick's Fiancee. While Jacob's reaction seemed...Well, the brunette didn't really know what to make of his expression, There was some distrust. but it was overshadowed by fascination and zeal, Maybe? The blue eyed girl wasn't too sure as she was really used seeing someone look at her like that.

"And what of mentor McCormick?" Henry voice broke her stare off with Jacob to answer her friend "Clyde? he did a good job at hiding our lessons..." The Indian arched brow knowing full well that there was a But coming."But, father is starting to get suspicious, it would seem my odd hours of staying out and waking up late was starting to get on his nerves." She winced recalling her father throwing a tantrum for her yawning during a business meeting, one of his clients and accusing her of sneaking off with men and embarrassing the family by whoring around. "No surprises he started limiting my time outside and kept me locked in the library or my room to teach me a lesson." She hissed answering Henry's next question as to why the novice suddenly stopped taking contracts and disappeared.

"And you're sure he didn't see you leave?" Henry asked cautiously just wanting to make sure no Templars were coming knocking their door down. "Positive, Daddy dearest was so sure that his submissive little doll was nothing without him, so he let me out of his sight for that split second, it was enough for me come up wit plan A." Elliott purred with a grin obviously picturing how pissed her father must've been when he found out he'd been had! and that ice cold bucket of reality Susanne got slapped with probably shattered her image of Aric forever.

"Oh-ho!~ I'll bite Girly, What was plan B?" Jacob suddenly chimed in on the edge of his seat obviously enjoying the new girl's on the dime quick-wittedness. "Start a fire get lost in the panic and just wing it from there!" she shrugged rubbing the back of her head with slight frown causing the man the chuckle he looked at Henry while pointing at the short girl. "I like her, she's alrig-" He yanked back by his sister who was clearly paranoid about their guest.

"Miss Morgan was it?" Evie asked causing the brunette to nodded. "Though you may be one of us, you're still tied the Templars so you'll have be monitored until such time as passed-" She was cut off by her brother who clearly upset with his sister's assumption. "What the hell Evie? She escaped one cage and now you want to put her in another one?!" He exclaimed in disbelief at what he was hearing the girl obviously escaped a monster and came to them for sanctuary only to be told we don't trust you, that's just not fair!

"I have agree with your brother miss Frye, I've know Lily for-" Henry threw his hand over his mouth, Elliot blanched as Evie slowly turned to Henry clearly affronted "Jacob take your novice and go..." she hissed as her brother blinked incredulously "My novice?... Wha-" His sister's icy tone silenced him. "Now..." Jacob jumped to his feet "Right, let's go Girly!" He grabbed Elliott's arm and dragged her to his car, leaving Henry to deal with Evie and whatever crawled up her backside.

The two could hear the muffled arguing as Jacob proudly showed his apparent student off to the Rooks, before showing her around his room, the brunette looked around as the curiosity started gnawing at him "So, what exactly was that back there?" he inquired while Elliott looked through some hidden blade sketches on his desk, The brunette blushed before gesturing for him to come down to her level and she whispered it to him, Jacob's green eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

"YOU AND GREENIE USED BE ENGAGED?!?!" he bellowed loud enough to be heard throughout the train causing a few Rooks outside to stumble or spit their drinks out. "t-That's just arg...h-How old are you? 14-16?!" he stammered Elliott looked at him oddly "I'll be twenty in three months!..do I really look that young?" She asked unsure if she should be offended or flattered?

Jacob's mouth hung open as he gave her a once over, he didn't how answer that. "I-it's that coat! it makes you look tiny!" he sputtered gestured at Clyde's jacket, Elliott brow furrowed and went to take it off, only for Jacob to to stiffen and the back of his neck heat up. He hadn't realized how short the maid uniform was [the skirt stops just passed her knees and she wearing stockings], or how tight it was in the chest area; he swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat and immediately pulled the jacket back on, causing his novice to give him a look that screamed what the hell? Jacob backed away and coughed "Let's sort that out later, and figure out sleeping arrangements shall we?"

They came to an understanding that Elliott will have his couch and half his cart; considering Evie was still pouting and wasn't a huge fan of Elliott at the moment speaking of which..."Who names their daughter Elliott?" the male Frye twin asked genuinely curious as Elliott's lips twitched "The same man who thought he had control over gender, and was sure my older sister and I were going to be boys." Jacob suddenly had the urge to apologize, But the brunette continue. "He eventually did get his boy, Issac father's favorite little parrot." She spat looking exhausted and listless just thinking about the boy.

She explained that both her brother and father had this gift of sucking the life out of someone just by sheer thought. "I think that's why Starrick hasn't initiated them into the order, but likes to keep him around, y'know? just to have a laugh at how many days Aric & his son can ruin in one hour or less?" That caused Jacob to stall.

"Wait, so your father isn't a Templar?"

"No, he more like their stooge, Starrick's been stringing him a long for years, and my father is a narcissistic fool."

"But why would he agree to marry you, if he's just playin' with your father?"

"I wondered that myself, until I remembered reading through my mother's journal, Turns out Starrick and my mother were sweet on each other back in the day, Till my father weaseled his way into my grandfather's favor and soon after forced my parents into marriage..."

Jacob stomach suddenly did flops and not in a good way, Starrick couldn't have the mother so he'd settle for his ex-lover's daughter as some kind of  substitute? "I get wanting a young bride, but your ex's daughter?" He shuddered in disgust just when he thought Templars couldn't get any worst. "I'm just glad I've never crossed paths with him until yesterday." Elliott grimaced not wanting to think what would've happened if her father gotten desperate before she had joined the Assassins and tried curry favor with Starrick when she was younger...just like he did to her sister and Roth.

"I'm trying not to think about it, haven forbid if they ever find me." she muttered Jacob patted Elliott on the shoulder nearly knocking her over. "They won't touch you Girly, I promise." He assured before springing up from the couch "Now let's do a bit scouting show me how much you know little novice!" Jacob winked before leading Elliott off the train on her first training mission.

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[[ Elliott's older sister is named Campbell Joseph Morgan five years older then Elliott and usually goes by "Belle" she was married off to Roth when she was only 15; Elliott hasn't seen her sister in four years and doesn't even know if she's alive or not!

Then there's their younger brother...His name is Issac Douglas Morgan, and their father's favorite he's a spoiled brat who looks down on his siblings and verbally abuses his older sister when he doesn't get his way!

Much like their father his name is Aric Peter Morgan [nee Sinclair.] their father surname wasn't Morgan he married into the Morgan family, and runs their trading and sweet company like a goddamn dictator, worker safety is at a low and equipment is in somewhat poor maintenance, their financial choices have been in a gray area as of late.

Elliott believes that Starrick is trying to manipulate her father into adding the same drug in his syrup to their candy, surprisingly her father has been as of late; very hesitant about the idea.

So when Starrick seemed like he was losing interest and going to cut Aric lose, he offered Crawford Elliott's hand in marriage! Knowing full well Starrick was his dead wife's ex lover. And has seen the way the Templar's grand master has been eyeing his youngest daughter, Starrick and Aric wasted no time cutting a deal. Good thing they didn't take into account of Elliott's cunning wit and a pair of meddlesome twin assassin's being thrown into the mix.]]    

[fmdduri]

famedbasemagic1  - album teaser clip self para.

character(s) involved: n/a. about: duri films his album teaser clip for base somewhere in bc ent.  trigger warnings: n/a. notes: n/a. word count: 677.

the holidays are something the mean a lot to duri. sure, his birthday happens to fall within the holidays, due to him being a christmas baby, and being born at tweleve-oh-one in the morning - just as santa was flying on over korea, as his family had always liked to say. to put it simply, duri no longer likes his birthday, and it’s something that he had hadn’t celebrated since he was five years of age. but, instead, he focuses on the holiday of christmas itself, and the gathering of his family. seemingly enough, it’s something that had managed to become an unspoken rule of not talking about duri’s birthday when it comes to being among family members. there’s so many years where his family would gather within seoul to celebrate the holiday together, cooking together, watching movies, getting presents, and just having a whirlwind of fun with the holiday itself. duri had always wondered what it was like to celebrate the holiday with his parents, as it’s something that he can’t remember, and he assumed that it was be a lot fun. but, it was always something that lingered in the back of his head, slightly souring the mood just a little bit. but, he always hid it well - that’s what he was good at, hiding those feelings rather well. but, nonetheless, he still had a lot of fun with it. 

however, one of duri’s favorite activities that he would tend to do, especially for his “birthday” was go ice skating and drink hot chocolate. it was never actually verbally spoken to be a “birthday celebration” but everyone had known that it was. but, it’s something that’s rather simple, something that’s fun, and something that embodies one of his favorite seasons - winter. so, when he’s given what he’s meant to talk about, he decides to go for his favorite winter activity. 

he’s dressed pretty comfortably, much dolled up in a winter outfit with an oversized sweater - one of his normal looks for winter, if he wasn’t wearing a tight turtleneck. he’s placed in front of a rather bare, white wall within bc entertainment to film the video for the album teaser clip for base. it seemed to be the easiest thing to do, and he’ll get to express a little part of him in some way. 

“1,2,3,” he starts. “i’m titan’s duri, hello!” he says, bowing towards the camera as his smile beams. he comes up from the bow and looking into the camera. “it’s winter again, which is one of my favorite times of year!” he says, a soft giggle leaving his lips. “this time of year, i really like to go ice skating. i can’t do tricks or anything, but i can move pretty quickly around the ice rink! it’s a lot of fun to just go around the rink in the winter, especially at night, when there’s a lot of christmas lights. it’s also something else when the snow comes down too! ah, i really like it a lot,” he explains. “after ice skating, i always am sure to get hot chocolate and sit down to enjoy the winter air,” he added on. “this time of year, i also like to decorate for the holidays. my favorite part will always be having a christmas tree up, there’s something really comforting about it. the christmas tree and time with my family is my favorite when it comes to christmas!” he says, leaving the questions at that. “i hope you’re all staying healthy and enjoying the winter season! make sure to stay warm and eat well! don’t get sick, since it’s really easy to get sick in the winter,” he says, his smile beaming a bit more. “merry christmas and have a happy new year!” he says, before bowing to the camera once more. “bye bye!” he says, waving with both hands and a really happy giggle, before the camera would shut off. 

now, it was back to the stuff that he had to do, that he was preparing for rather soon. 

[charlion-em]

Home Sounds Good

For @thefangirlhasarrive who won the 2nd place prize from the giveaway <3 This was such a cute prompt and I had a blast writing it!  <br>

Pairing: Peter Parker/Harry Osborn (parksborn) Rating: G Summary: Home is where you can drink milk from the carton - and also where you keep your pants. Warnings: none Words: 1,652

A/N: This was such a treat to write. I forgot how much fun it is to write these two!

It was all very domestic, and with sudden clarity Harry realized that was not a bad thing. For as much as he loved Peter, there was always a part of him which was afraid of continuing the cycle of dysfunction he came from, something which always held him back from asking for more. Though Norman was far removed from his life now, a part of Harry worried he would someday begin to mirror his father’s behavior.

Yet here they were, together for nearly a year and not a sign of slipping into the abusive behavior he grew up with; in fact, it was the exact opposite, and he thanked his lucky stars for the sunshine Peter always brought into his life.

From his seat at the dining table he watched as his boyfriend fumbled with the lid of the milk carton then tipped it to his mouth. Harry half expected the contents to drip down Peter’s chin, but the other man had plenty of practice with the savage act. He didn’t comment, and hid his fond smile behind his coffee mug.

“You’re out of milk,” Peter said. He tossed the now empty carton into the sink and sauntered over to Harry.

Harry hummed, mentally correcting ‘you’re’ to ‘we’re’. “Maybe I should start buying a whole gallon instead of a half gallon? Seeing as I’m always buying milk.”

Peter had the sense to duck his head. “Sorry Harry. I guess I’ve been spending more time here than at home. I’ll pick you up another half gallon after work, okay? Don’t worry about it.”

“Just get a gallon.” Harry grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl in the middle of his table. “You’ll drink it anyway- you practically live here.”

“No I don’t.”

Harry eyed Peter’s coat hanging by the door. It was July, and the garment had been there for months. “You can move in, I don’t know why you keep your apartment.” It was more of a flat than apartment, seeing as how the living room doubled as the bedroom- but Harry kept the comment to himself.

With a shrug, Peter walked around the table to grab his bag. He turned to Harry, who was still in his boxers. “If you don’t get going you’ll be late again.”

Harry waved him off, “I’ll be fine, pros of being the boss. I do have a later meeting, so I won’t be home until around 7.”

“Oh…” Peter paused with his hand on the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

He left before Harry could offer a late dinner. “Oh, Peter.” He shot of a text instead. Peter was right, he should get dressed and get to work.

Now that he was looking, he found a lot of Peter’s belongings intertwined with his own. It must have happened slowly, because without specifically looking everything felt in place.

They belonged.

Peter’s toothbrush wasn’t surprising, but his favorite facial lotion was. How long had it been on his bathroom counter?

Extra clothes were normal to keep at your boyfriend’s place, he probably had a spare outfit at Peter’s. But two whole drawers were full of Peter’s clothes. And the suit Peter wore to that event at the museum three months ago hung next to his in the closet.

If he wasn’t already running late, Harry would have continued to search for Peter’s things. Seeing as he would probably be alone for the evening, he would have plenty of time to look later. But what would he do with this new information?

Harry groaned as he pushed into his condo. Meetings drained his energy, and his usual mood charger had declined his invitation for a late dinner. The silence of his home was unnerving, and it was now Harry realized how long it had been since he spent a whole evening alone. Without Peter’s constant chatting or his tinkering on some new project, the condo felt empty and too large for just one person.

He decided dinner would just be a quick sandwich, nothing fancy or requiring effort. All he wanted to do was ease his growing hunger and fall onto his couch and watch reruns on t.v.. He could go over the meeting reports tomorrow when he had Peter to distract him from their monotony.

He opened the fridge to grab the lunch meat and paused, hand outstretched. On the middle shelf sat two fresh half-gallons of milk.

“Peter,” Harry sighed. He closed the door without gathering the ingredients for a sandwich. Instead, he pulled out his phone to text a quick ’really?’ to Peter. Quickly followed with ’it is cheaper to just get a gallon.’

A few seconds later Peter’s reply came through. ‘it’s called compromise.’

“OH MY GOD PETER,” Harry shouted at the ceiling. He growled, sending off another text as he began to pace. ‘just come home, pete.’

‘i am at home.’

Harry stopped in his tracks. Home. Despite his hangups, at some point he had started to consider this their home. And he thought Peter had as well. Especially given the time he spent there and the amount of belongings which were woven among his own.

Peter’s belongings.

Harry stomped into the bedroom, easily re-locating the items he’d found that morning. He aimed his phone at them, snapping quick photos of each location Peter had claimed. Peter’s clothes in the drawers and in the closet, the various hygiene items in the bathroom, and the old camera bag tossed on the chair next to the bed.

He searched the condo, snapping photos of every last bit of the evidence Peter lived there. It would look so bare without Peter’s things.

He text the photos to Peter one by one with no words of explanation. Just a slew of photos of random items which held no meaning by themselves, but spoke volumes in the context of their conversation.

After those photos were sent, Harry turned the camera around to his face. He easily morphed his face into the saddest pout he could muster.

Harry hit send with less force than he had with the other photos and fell face-first onto the couch, tossing his phone onto the floor nearby. How Peter reacted would probably determine the direction their relationship would take. Would they continue as they had been- in a limbo between casual and serious commitment- or would they push forward, take the next step? Not long after he had pushed his face into the decorative pillows, the sound of keys jiggling in the door broke the silence of the condo. Peter was the only other person to have a key. Harry rolled over enough to see the door, wondering just how Peter made it across town so quickly. It was fast, even for him.

Peter entered quickly and shut and locked the door, biting his lip when he turned and saw Harry on the couch. For what it was worth, Harry was proud he was able to hold back a burst of laughter when he took in Peter’s appearance.

He pushed himself up so he was sitting on the couch. “What are you wearing?” Harry couldn’t keep the mirth from his voice.

Peter picked at his neon yellow shirt with ‘swag’ scrawled diagonally across the chest. It clashed horribly with the dark purple and orange polka dot swim trunks and snow boots. “The shirt was Sam’s ‘gift’,” he made air quotes, “during one of his ‘get Peter to not dress like a nerd’ ‘projects’.”

Ah, Harry remembered those ‘projects’- which usually backfired since Peter managed to make anything look nerdy just by wearing it. The ‘swag’ shirt didn’t seem to be any different.

“So, uhhhh.” He shrugged, looking sheepish as he looked anywhere but Harry. “My clothes got sorta disintegrated along with my backpack… and uh, I guess my all good clothes are here?”

Harry dropped his head into his hands, knowing better than to ask why Peter’s backpack was disintegrated. Peter always gave too many details, he preferred the watered down version of Spider-Man’s exploits that the news gave.

Peter’s weight dipped the couch cushion. “And, you’re here too. I’m saving that picture as your caller ID, by the way.”

Harry sighed. “And you’ve had a key for like, ever.” He pulled his head back up, meeting Peter’s gaze. “Why are you so afraid of moving in?”

“I guess I already have, huh?”

“Peter.”

“Okay. Okay.” Peter bit his lip and scooted closer to Harry. Whenever they had a serious discussion, Peter snuggled as close as possible to Harry. “I guess, I don’t know, it’s like I’d be admitting I can’t do it myself? I’ll never be able to afford a place like this. I don’t want to be a kept man.”

“What’s mine is yours, Peter.” Harry wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “You put your life on the line for this city everyday, you deserve to be happy. So what if you don’t make a lot of money? You’re worth isn’t based on that.”

They stayed pressed together for a few moments before Harry turned and kissed Peter’s forehead. “If your only objection is the price of this place, we can shop around for something else.”

Peter shook his head and buried his face in the crook of Harry’s neck. “Are we ready? Like. It’s a big step, right?”

Harry held him tight. “I guess we decided we were ready a while ago, hmm?” Probably around the time Peter kept the spare key after Harry got back from a business trip.

“Yea, I guess my jeans knew better than I did.”

“Speaking of…” Harry pulled back and eyed Peter’s ensemble. “How about you change and we’ll go out to dinner to celebrate officially realizing you moved in?”

Peter’s smile was bright as he flipped over the back of the couch. “How about pajamas and we order take out? Stay home?”

“Home sounds good.”

And they were finally home together.

Thank you for reading!

[toothlessthedragon12]

Chapter 1: The Encounter

Hello everyone this is my first fanfiction/story so I hope you like it :). I’m also pretty new to this, so yeahhh. Also please tell me what you think ^_^!

Word Count: 1918

Characters:10289

Warnings: Mention of blood, gunshots (not sure if this counts

Chapter 1: The Encounter

Written by:

Alexa Kurdelak

Time:9:00 p.m Cairo, Egypt, Location: Outskirts of Talon base.

“There are one, two, ten ,twenty talon soldiers, maybe even more on that base” said an unknown voice. “Relax Jackson, it’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” said an unknown female with binoculars in her hand. “Yeah but Luna do we even know if “he will actually be there,” he said. Luna sighed, putting away her binoculars and gearing up. “I trust the intel that Zoe found and besides this is the best lead I’ve got right now,” Luna said putting the mask over her mouth and pulling her hood up. A moment of silence and then Jackson spoke “I know just please be careful Lu”. Luna laughed a little, “I will and I trust you will be my eyes in the sky” she said as she released a robotic beetle. “Always” Jackson answered.

Luna hopped the fence to the base and used her blowgun with sleep darts to knock out a couple of guards. “Looks like there’s an entrance just up ahead, but you’re going to need a keycard,'' said Jackson. “A keycard huh” said Luna hiding behind a wall. “I take it those two guards might have the keycard we need”? “Yeah.. I mean it’s possi-”, before Jackson could finish his sentence Luna ran out and wrapped her forearm around one of the guards throat with the blade of a dagger resting on his neck. “Ahh, Ahh Ah. If I were you I would put that gun down, unless you want your buddy here to die” she said to the guard pointing the gun at her.  “Not that you care but the blade against your skin is coated in the toxins from poison dart frogs and I’ve never seen it’s effects on a person before though I’m down for anything really” said Luna in a sadistic tone. Luna felt the guard shift when he heard what might happen to him. 

Luna realizing the guards shift she changed her tone “Of course that all depends on your friend pointing the gun at me”.  “The way I see it is you have two options: option 1: your buddy holding the gun hands me the key card and you both live or option two: I kill you then I kill your buddy and take the key card for myself”. “It’s your choice,'' Luna said. The talon guard seeing no other option pulls the keycard out of his pocket and walks over to Luna, “here” said the guard.  “Now you will keep your word, that we will live”, said the guard that Luna is holding hostage. Luna taking the key and answering “of course you have my word”. Without the guards seeing Luna grabbed two of her sleep darts and used one on the guard she had as a hostage, then before the other guard realized what had happened she already threw the other dart and put him to sleep too. “Goodnight boys,” said Luna walking over them and towards the keypad. “I’m always impressed on how you take people down so fast,'' said Jackson. “Well I did have great teachers” Luna replied with a smile. Luna placed the keycard in the slot and the door opened.

“I won’t be able to communicate with you once you enter so you will be going in blind,'' said Jackson. “However I will be able to hack into their cameras so your movements will go unnoticed”.  Luna smiled, “Sounds good, see you on the other side”. 

Moving through the base as quietly as she can to find her target. She suddenly hears some voices coming from the room down the hallway, and so now crouching Luna inches herself to where the voices are coming from. Luna leans up against the wall and realizes the voices are coming from just around the corner, judging by the voices she could tell that someone with a raspy weird sounding voice was giving somebody (possibly a talon soldier) orders. Luna then heard footsteps walking away from her location and with a sigh, she peeked her head around the wall to see that the two who were speaking left. Still moving down the corridor Luna comes up to an interface and takes out the flashdrive Jackson gave her and puts it in the usb port. “It’s up to you now Jackson” Luna whispered to herself.  Jackson on the other side of the world hacked passed the firewall and began downloading data from the Talon base. “Wait, no, no, No” Jackson said as the connection has been stopped and the data frozen. An alarm startled Luna “what’s going on, she thought to herself. “Luna, Luna can you hear me, you have to get out of there Now!” said Jackson.

Luna surprised answered “Jackson what’s going on”? “How are you able to hack into their frequency?”  “I tell you about that later but right now my priority is getting you out of here, so I will guide you to the best of my ability,'' Jackson answered. “Okay, I trust you,” said Luna as she starts running to try to escape. “Okay so down this hall and to the right there is an exit,” said Jackson looking at the base blueprints. “Okay” said Luna already at the coordinates Jackson told her, “but we have one little problem and I’m not doubting you at all, it’s just this is a dead end”. No, you’re in the right area your exit is right next to you, the air duct”, Jackson said. Luna sighed, “Great, what’s a mission without crawling threw an air duct”. “Yep well you better hurry, company’s coming from both sides,” said Jackson. Without a moment to lose Luna removed the air vent, climbed inside the air duct and tried to put back the air vent so no one would get suspicious. “So how is it going”?, asked Jackson in a teasing way. Luna still struggling to get through the air duct “Oh, you know it’s a little difficult when you have a bunch of gear on you plus not having to waste my oxygen since there’s barely any in here,'' said Luna annoyingly. Jackson laughed, “So anyway how much farther do I have to go to find the exit,'' asked Luna. “Not to far, just ahead of you actually is the outside world,'' said Jackson. Once Luna reached the exit she situated herself to kick the air vent lose, once the air vent hit the ground she jumped down to the ground. 

Catching her breath, Luna leaned up against the wall to rest before she escapes the base. “Once these guards pass you, it’s a clear shot to kick off the wall near the fence and jump over it, then you’re home free,” said Jackson. Once the talon soldiers pass her she sticks her head out to make sure the exit is clear. *Bang* a gunshot was fired just above her and miraculously the bullet just grazed her arm. “Argh” said Luna as she grabs her arm and runs out into the open to find the person that shot her. Luna drew her crossbow and looked up at the roof to see “him”, the one they call Reaper. Reaper had jumped down from the building and once he hit the ground he turned into this black smoke and turned back to his human form. Luna realizing that if she doesn’t take care of her arm soon she is going to lose a lot of blood. Thinking fast on her feet she fires a trick crossbolt from her crossbow at the ground which creates a smoke bomb. Once she created the diversion she ran and hid behind a wall “Well this is just great,” said Luna as she touches her bleeding arm. She ripped off a piece of her outfit and wrapped it around her arm to help stop the bleeding. “What I am going to do now? It’s not like I can wall hop and jump over the fence with an injured arm” she said to herself. Before she could think on it more she heard another gunshot and this time she dodged it! “You don’t give up, do you?” Luna said drawing and pointing her crossbow.

She fired the crossbow hoping to hit her target but Reaper doged every one of the crossbolts. Before Luna could fire off more Reaper did a move that only she would know because her father taught her. She had no time to react before she landed on the ground and the crossbow flying out of her hand “No” Luna whispered. Turning over she comes face to face with Reaper’s gun pointing at her. Trying to crawl and get her crossbow, Reaper prevents her from reaching it by stepping on her injured arm. *Argh* Looking at the gun and no means of escape Luna thought to herself “This is it, I’m going to die here.'' As Luna is about to pass out from the amount of pain in her arm she hears Jackson say “Luna close your eyes!” as a miniature stun grenade is fired next to her and Reaper. “Jackson,thank-” Luna started to say, “Thank me later Lu, now run,'' interrupted Jackson. Listening to Jackson’s words she grabbed her crossbow and ran as fast as she could. Reaching her exit she kicked off the wall as hard as she could  and hopped over the barbed fence and continued running.

At a hotel somewhere in Cairo,Egypt Time: 11:30 p.m

In Luna’s hotel room she is webcamming with Jackson, to talk about tonight's events. “You know you should really go to a hospital,''said Jackson while he’s watching Luna clean and sterilize her wound. *Pain Grunt* “Yeah well I rather not have the nurses and doctors question what I was doing to have gotten this injury,'' said Luna. “So anyway, were you able to get any information from that flashdrive before you were cut off” asked Luna while wrapping gauze around her wound. “Yeah, and looks like your next destination is in Venice,'' said Jackson. Luna standing up and putting on one of her father’s hoodies “Good” she said. Jackson smiling “Hm, I thought you’ve given up on your wearing your dad’s hoodie?” said Jackson. “Ha, yeah well it’s the only thing that keeps the nightmares away and it keeps me safe” said Luna. Jackson realizing he might have hurt Luna, “Listen Lu, I’m sorry I didn't mean..” before he could finish Luna interrupted him “I know Jack”. “Well I better get going, the others wanted to go out for lunch,” said Jackson. “Okay, well say hi to everyone for me” said Luna not wanting to say goodbye. “You should get some rest Lulu, I will get you a plane ticket to Italy so please just rest,'' said Jackson. “Hmm, haha alright Jackson, Goodnight” said Luna smiling. “Goodnight”, said Jackson. After saying goodnight to each other, Luna turned off her laptop and put her laptop in her suitcase. Still rummaging through her suitcase Luna found a picture of her and her dad, taking a breath she placed it on the nightstand next to her bed. Luna pretty beat from tonight’s events layed down on her soft pillow and stared at the picture of her and her dad. “Goodnight, Dad” said Luna softly. She leaned over to turn off the light and with her mind still swimming about coming face to face with Reaper, she closed her eyes and went to sleep.