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orshii · 11 months ago

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Guilty Pleasure

✟ Author: orshii

✟ Pairing: Choi San x female reader

✟ Word count: 4,6 k

✟ Warnings: cursing, suggestive

✟ Summary: You go back to your hometown for the summer vacation, not expecting the small town's priest to be a total eye candy. But he seems to be hiding dark secrets underneath his holy façade.

Will you find out the truth?

✟ A/N: *coughs in embarrassment* Uh so...I think I really went insane if I wrote this, there's no way back anymore haha. I really do feel guilty, but then I'm not, cause you'll see. *wink* To be honest I don't know what is this, I just got inspired in the church bruh-- I can't with myself, I'mma just go dig myself haha let's go. Anyways, enjoy I guess. Actually part 2 is out

My day started off boring, as usual. It was a holiday, so I went back home to the town I grew up in to visit my parents and relatives. I really needed a little break from work and from the adult life, which came out of the blue. I didn't really have time to ponder in my life choices as I finished University. I moved away to a big city to start working as an English teacher. It was very new for me, and very tiring, so, I deserved a little break as the summer vacation finally came and I could come home to rest a little before returning to my chaotic, big city life.

We were sitting in church with my parents and my brother, Wooyoung, as it was Sunday. My parents were mostly religious, and so, I had no other choice but to tag along with them. I can’t say I'm not religious myself, it’s just that I tend to give in a lot of times to the vicious temptations, to the guilty pleasure that consumes me like venom. My brain gets consumed by vices, and it takes a lot of time to find the cure to treat myself with. I learned to believe in myself, instead of God, after I had too many disappointments in life. I prayed for help, but it never came my way. So, I have decided that I'm better off on my own, believing in my own strength and whatever hardships life throws at me I will be able to overcome on my own, instead of believing in a God and waiting for guidance and to be saved.

People started filling inside the church as silence settled upon the hall, the priest coming out to stand in front of the altar. It was the moment I suddenly forgot how to breathe. My mouth fell open as slowly I leaned towards Wooyoung.

"Okay, since when did our old and dusty priest become a young and handsome one?" I whispered to my brother, surprised. The last thing I could remember, as I came here ages ago, was our priest looking like a cute grandpa. This priest on the other hand, was the complete opposite of the lovely old man.

He was tall with his body hidden underneath his black long vestment, but even that couldn't hide his broad shoulders, which could be compared to mountains. Wait a minute…since when were priests buff?

Am I in another universe, suddenly? What am I seeing? Why is he so handsome with his black framed glass?

His black hair was whipped back carefully, little strands falling to his forehead. And his face?! Oh my God, literally, I have never seen more beautiful features likes his before. His jawline was as sharp as a knife, his cat-like eyes watching the people whom came here to hear his wise words, that came from his pretty, almost cherry red, lips. I was very enraptured by this man and I felt very guilty for checking him out for thousands of reasons; one, I was sitting in church and these thoughts were very inappropriate; second…he was a freaking priest, which implied that he was the most innocent human being on earth, he can't even look at girls, let alone do even as much as touch them. My eyes fell on his hands, which were holding the Bible, his palm spreading out underneath it with the veins on his hands showing. I couldn’t control my thoughts as I imagined his long fingers tracing down my neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Wooyoung chuckled quietly, "He’s a newbie. Just got here a month ago, but everyone is all over him already." My brother's voice brought me back to reality as I shook my head to clear my mind of the embarrassing thoughts.

"My dearest brothers and sisters…" The priest started speaking, his low voice sending shivers through my body. The white rosary around his neck was on full display.

From then on, all I could see were his beautiful face and lips, which moved with each smoothly spoken word. I couldn't take my eyes off him; he was like a magnet and I was the iron being attracted to it. It was silent around me; all I could hear was my own quick heartbeat. Just until he started preaching. Suddenly, his soft voice reached my ears and everything just made sense.

"God is here to help you, even in times when you turn your back on him. He watches you still; he protects you still. But he can't protect you from everything. Bad things need to happen in your life so you learn from them, squeezing every lesson out of it so that you can stand up again with your head held high. People make mistakes, and that is what makes us human. Just imagine if God protected you from all bad things, not letting you make any mistake. You’d think that your life was perfect…" He paused so the people would consume what he’s said as he looked around, watching the people in front of him, who were looking up at him like he was God himself. As he was looking around, his eyes suddenly locked onto mine and watched me sharply. I couldn't breathe, "…but the reality is, no one can be perfect, because nothing is perfect. If everything were, life would be boring…we learn from the mistakes we make, because sometimes there's no one behind our back, just ourselves, to keep us going. This is the purpose of God. He gives you lectures in these alone times, so that you can learn how to be your own best friend, so you can love yourself before you love someone else. This is the reason we shall never turn our back to God, he gives us hope and brings us the light. Amen." His eyes were on mine all the while he spoke, and I was stunned. My heart raced like hell; those words felt like they were aimed right at my heart. It reminded me of my old self, who never loved herself, not even for a short period.

I was still mulling over the priest’s speech in my mind as we stood outside the church, when suddenly I saw him standing in front of my family, still holding the Holy Bible. He was smiling at my mother as if they knew each for ages, his dimples showing on both of his cheeks, his eyes turning into crescents. I seriously needed to get my shit together.

"Is she your daughter, who moved away, Mrs. Jung?" He looked at me curiously.

"Yes, she is. Come here." My mother motioned for me to get closer as if I was still twelve years old.

The priest came closer to shake my hand, "I don’t think we’ve met before; my name is Choi San. I'm the new priest." He said with a soft tone as his face beamed with nothing but kindness.

I shook his hand, "Nice to meet you, I'm Jung Y/N." I slightly smiled at him, feeling a little embarrassed due to the thoughts that went through my mind during his service.

We were staring at each other; his hands still haven’t released mine as if the both of us were stunned into sculptures. My mother's voice pulled us back to reality, and San nervously coughed into his palm. What was that?

"My daughter teaches English to little kids in the nearby big town, she just graduated a year ago." My mother said proudly, her palm patting my back with a smile.

"Oh, that is a very great job. It needs a lot of patience, I assume." He seemed genuinely interested.

"Ah, yes, it's a miracle when the kids sit in one place. It's demanding and tiring, but I like it." I smiled at him, trying to seem mature.

"Hang in there, you’ve got this. I can imagine you as a teacher, it fits you well, and I'm sure you are good at it." I didn’t know if I was simply imagining it, but his smile dissapeared for a second as he was glared at me with sharp eyes. I swear to God, he looked like an animal full of desire. And for priests, desire was the last thing they were allowed to feel.

Days later I found myself sitting in a pub, next to San. I can't believe I'm saying this, but the night lead us somehow here, sitting at the bar and talking about anything and everything.

The night started off with me going out with my childhood friends to drink something, because we have missed seeing each other. We went to a pub called Silver. The bar could be linked back to our childhood as a playground lay in its place instead back then, when we were mere kids. How fun life was, a place where we used to play as kids now was a place where we got drunk until we blacked out. At least my friends managed to do that, I was still hanging on. My friends had drunkenly rested their heads on the table where we initially sat at.

So, I had texted their husbands to ‘come collect their women’. They had come after them as all of my childhood friends had someone, except me. One of my friend’s told me that they were going to take me home. The night was wild, I could barely see, but somehow as I was looking around the bar, my jaw fell open as I saw someone. That someone being Choi San, the priest himself. He was sitting on a barstool, his back facing me. He was wearing a black turtleneck, broad shoulders on full display, which curved into a tiny waist. I was shocked over the fact that he was hiding a body like that under the black vestments. So, I told my friend that I would be staying for a little longer.

I had stumbled next to him as he sat by the bar, "Since when do priests drink alone in a pub?" I asked frowning, the words coming out of my mouth a bit slow. Giving him a closer look, the black turtleneck was tight against his thick neck, a silver necklace with a big cross reached between the middle of his pectorals, which were big. The black turtleneck he wore was tucked inside his elegant black pants. He looked like a God, but not a good one.

He looked at me a little surprised, his lips curving into a smile when he saw it was me,

"Is it set in stone that priests can't drink alone in a pub now?" One glass of whiskey was casually sitting between his fingers.

I frowned at that, feeling a little dizzy, "I mean…I guess not?"

He chuckled watching my face as I pouted at the realization, "You are cute." His smile never dissapeared.

I frowned again, analyzing his face, "Can priests say such things as well?" It was just weird; I spoke without thinking first.

San started to laugh at that loudly, his laugh was so soft it melted my heart. As he laughed, he raised his open palm up to his mouth, a golden ring decorating his index finger, his eyes formed into crescents as he looked like a cute cat, "So, do you think priests can't say anything at all? That they can't even look at cute girls like yourself?" He stopped laughing and leaned a little closer to my face, his voice low with bass.

My cheeks heat up from his closeness. What was he doing again? The man sitting in front of me was the world's biggest question mark, he acted very suspiciously. I leaned backwards, away from him as he looked at me with his sharp eyes, eyeing me up and down.

"Are you really a priest?" I folded my arms over my chest, looking at him suspiciously.

"Of course, I am." He smiled at me again with that adorable smile, which wasn't on his face mere seconds ago.

"You don’t act like it." I said leaning towards the counter to ask for some water from the barista.

"You didn't like my service on Sunday?" He asked, analyzing my face.

"I did, you said some wise words, I must admit." I said as I opened the water bottle to drink. As I drank, I felt his gaze fell on my neck, watching me as I gulped the water down. Chills ran through my body.

"C'mon, I'll take you home." He said, standing up.

"You were sipping whiskey minutes ago, are you crazy?" I said while looking up at him, as he stood next to me.

"Priests can drive while drinking, so come on, you are a bit drunk. I have to take care of the locals, as a priest." He said with a smile, his voice soft as a light breeze while he offered his hand for me to take.

I just looked at it, and after a few seconds of pondering, took it. He grabbed my hand firmly, and lead me out of the pub.

The summer night was a little cold, as clouds hid the stars above us, and the breeze sent shivers down my body.

"Are you cold?" San stopped, putting his hand on my back to caress it.

Okay, this was starting to get very weird. I just wanted to go home.

"I'm okay, just want to go home." I replied, trying to distance myself from him.

He silently led the way towards his car, which was an old black Dodge with some silver framing on the windows. Okay, he was a rich priest then, I guess.

The way towards my home was silent and a little uncomfortable. I just wanted to get away from this weird situation, away from him, because the longer I was with him, the stronger I wanted to give into the biggest sin trap. That being the realization that I started feeling attracted to a fucking priest.

When he stopped the car, I was ready to get out, but when I reached for the handle, it did not open. I looked at San frowning.

"Oh, sorry, it needs more pressure to open, this thing is as old as my grandpa." He slowly leaned towards me, reaching his hand out towards the handle. His face was close to my own, there wasn't even an inch between us. He cracked the door open, but his face remained close, and I was so stunned I couldn't move my limbs to get away from him. My heart was racing, I was terrified he might hear it. Then all I could see was him leaning closer, towards my cheeks, and he pecked it softly, like a feather.

"Good night, darling." He whispered into my ear. I could feel his hot breath against my cheek, which melted into my skin, not even letting my body process it. He leaned back in his seat and pretended like nothing had happened. I swear to God, I believed I imagined the whole scene.

When I came to my senses, I quickly scrambled out of the car and speed-walked towards my house, leaving him there without a word.

I might be going insane, but I just couldn't process what happened. This man was a whole mystery, there was no way a priest would act like this, at least not a real one.

My suspicions started getting valid as on some days, when I was walking home from the summer school I was teaching at, I accidentally saw our precious priest in casual clothes, which was opposite of what a priest would wear. For example, I saw him one time in ripped jeans and leather jacket, was it what priests wore these days? He was always with some guys as they seemed to be doing some business. The first time I saw him, I wasn't sure if it was really San, but when I spotted him the second time as well, I was sure it was him. And I couldn't believe he fooled a whole fucking town with his sweet and innocent act of a priest, one everyone adored. But the truth was that he was a fucking menace, lying left and right, pretending to be someone he wasn’t. I didn't know what was going on, but I wanted to find out. There was no way I was going to let him continue fool the whole town. I wanted to get some evidence so that he would be kicked out and punished, so that he wouldn’t get any more innocent people into trouble.

So, I started following him around. I saw him on days when he completed his priest duties, visiting families, going to church, holding services. He did his job well, his acting was very convincing, everyone believed it. But during the night? He disguised himself very well, so that I wouldn’t really understand what was happening, but I knew he was meeting with some sort of gang on some nights, giving money over to them for something in exchange.

One evening, as I was following San through an alley, he had reached the end of it. He had just turned left, so I followed after him. But when I turned left as well, I couldn’t see him. I looked around, frowning as I wondered where he could have gone so fast, when suddenly, all I could feel was being pushed against the cold brick wall, fingers crawling around my neck, holding me still. I opened my eyes, which I had closed from the sudden impact. I came face to face with San's furious expression as he looked down at me. His hair fell into his eyes and they looked deadly, sharp.

"Had a good time following me, darling?" His voice was low, like a furious thunder. When he tilted his head, he looked like a psycho. His leather jacket had tightened around his biceps as he squeezed my throat. The same cross was still around his neck, just like at the pub.

"Who the fuck are you?!" I looked up at him, words hardly coming out of my mouth as his hand was still around my throat.

"Stop sticking your nose into everything, and just go home!" He raised his voice a little and loosened his hand just barely around my neck.

I took that as an opportunity, and grabbed his hand, just to tear it off my neck, "What the fuck San? Are you insane? Stop fucking fooling everyone, and get the fuck out of here!" I shouted at him; I was shacking from anger that boiled inside me.

"You have no idea what is going on, so please, just go home!" He started calming down a little as he looked behind his back from time to time. He was acting even more suspicious.

"Then tell me what this is. Cause I'm so fucking conf—" I was interrupted by an ear cracking breaking sound, followed by a loud engine.

"Fuck, they are here." San quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me along, running out of the alley to his black Dodge, that was parked on the sidewalk, waiting for us patiently.

"What the fuck is happening?" I said as he opened the passenger seat's door, and pushed me down into the seat.

"Just sit in the car, Y/N, there's no time for questions. We have to get away from here." He closed the door with a loud thump and ran towards the other side of the car, just to sit behind the wheel and ignite the engine to life.

My heart thumped like crazy, I didn't understand what was happening. All I could see was San driving like a maniac, checking the side mirrors all the time as I saw a big black Jeep following after us madly. San geared up and pushed the gas pedal to the hilt, we were almost flying. The engine threatened to jump out of the bumper from the sudden speed. We were on the highway, a lot of cars around us, but San very quickly dodged all of them. We sped past them like lightning, just for San to suddenly swerve right and get us onto a lane leading away from the highway, then he swerved right again, then left. I lost the direction we were going in, all I could see was the black Jeep that chased us now having disappeared into the cold, and scary, night. San hadn’t stopped yet, he was driving us far away from our little town. I was terrified to speak up, I just knew this was going to be the end of me. All because I'm stupid and I can't sit on my ass and mind my own business. All because I just had to follow a fucking priest, who wasn't even a priest.

After having driven for half an hour in deafening silence, we finally stopped in front of a big mansion. I looked up at it through the windshield. So, this was going to be the location of my murder? I guess it would be fine, right? At least it's a nicer place to be killed at.

I couldn't look into San's eyes, but I felt him staring at me. My body was still a little shaky from the sudden adrenaline, I tried to calm down myself and accept my ridiculous fate.

"Hey, Y/N?" San spoke up after minutes of being in the silent and dark car. I guess he was waiting for me to calm down, and for himself as well.

I still couldn't look into his eyes as tears flooded in my eyes, the adrenaline was gone and its demise left nothing behind but fear. I don’t know if I was ever this scared in my whole life before.

I felt San's hand touching mine, very carefully. He might’ve realized that I was terrified, so he didn’t want to scare me anymore, "Hey, look at me." His voice was sweet again, like candies.

I breathed in and out, closing my eyes, to somehow fight against my fear, and then slowly turned towards him. As I looked at him and he saw my teary eyes and terrified expression, his features softened into a worried expression.

"Fuck, Y/N, I won't hurt you! I'm so sorry, darling." He cupped my cheeks, tears appearing in his eyes as well. Upon seeing his worried expression, I somehow felt kind of relieved.

"Aren't you going to kill me?" I asked in a whisper looking, down at my hands in fear.

"Look at me, Y/N!" His fingers curled around my chin to lift my head up. I somehow managed to look into his eyes again, and the softness I saw in them made me relax a bit more, "Of course, I won't kill you, don't say foolish things. I could never hurt you."

He cupped my face again, caressing my cheeks, "I'm sorry if I scared you, darling."

"What is going on?" I whispered again as the words hardly came out of my mouth, having gone dry like a desert.

"C'm here." He took my hand and pulled me towards himself, making me crawl over the center console and straddle his lap. His hands immediately held onto my waist and pulled me closer to himself. I circled my arms around his neck carefully as he pulled me down to his chest and hugged me tightly. I took a deep breath of his sweet candy-like cologne, the skin of his neck warm.

"I'm sorry for scaring you. I just…there is a lot going on, and I lost my head for a second. Please, forgive me…" His hands ran up and down my spine, caressing it, leaving nothing but shivers in its wake. His body was a like a magnet, I couldn't detach myself from it, it felt impossible.

"Tell me what’s going on." I whispered into his neck weakly, closing my eyes.

"Well, I'm not a priest." He said, still caressing my back.

I scoffed, "Wow, shocking news."

"How did you figure it out?" His hand slowly traveled up to the hair on my nape, massaging my scalp as I felt my body temperature rise, comically thinking that I was going to slip right through his fingers from the warm touch.

"I saw you a few times with those people…" The way he started massaging my scalp became a little firmer, and a moan almost slipped through my lips "…doing some business, I assumed. So, I started following you."

"My darling couldn't stay away from me, huh?" His hand resting on my waist slowly slipped under my blouse, his hot fingers starting to trace my warm skin up and down. Suddenly, the fantasy I had in mind while watching him in church, during the service, fought its way to the forefront of my mind, it being his hands slowly tracing down the curves of my body. I would’ve never thought that it was really going to happen.

I slowly lifted my head up from his chest to look into his eyes, which left a fire in its wake. The chill I felt an hour ago was gone in seconds, and I have never felt hotter in my life before seeing the heated desire in his eyes, it could’ve burned me up whole.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him, trying to get rid of the tension between us.

"That’s a very long story, darling." He leaned his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. He pulling me impossibly close to himself as he held my waist with both hands.

"The night is long now that you have kidnapped me." I whispered barely inches away from his lips as they were almost touching mine.

"Yeah?" He whispered back, his lips hovering over mine, ghosting against them. His hands ran up my warm body passionately, his nails digging into my skin roughly.

I hummed at that, as words couldn't escape my lips, his hands on my skin making my stomach drop. He breathed shakily against my lips and I felt his body getting hotter as he finally pressed his lips against mine hungrily. I kissed him back with greed, our lips moving in sync against each other, my dry lips now fully wetted with his saliva, which tasted like sweet candies. His right hand tangled into my hair, running his fingers through it and it made me moan against his lips. San took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside my mouth, discovering every inch of it as my tongue danced along his passionately. I grinded down against his crotch, and he let out a guttural groan at the stimulation. His hand on my waist slipped down to my ass, and he grabbed it harshly just to push me down against himself harder. We both let out a moan at the feeling, and we separated to get some air as I slowly started feeling dizzy from the lack of oxygen. His forehead pressed against mine as we both breathed heavily against each other's mouths.

"We should stop…" San whispered against my mouth, his lips touching mine as he kissed me again, now a little slower. He sucked on my lower lip to take it between his teeth, and bit it so hard that blood started to drop down my chin, seeping into the collar of my blouse. I winced from the sudden pain, making me grind down harder against him. I have long lost my sanity; I have lost against the sins that caged me in until I wasn't aware of anything at all around me.

"Why?" I asked weakly as we separated again.

"Because I want to fuck you properly, on a bed." He told me, sharp eyes boring into my own, almost as if I had no other choice but to obey him. My body shook from the desire I felt for San, and I really had no other choice but to obey his wishes and let him fuck me senseless, giving in to the guilty pleasures.

Part 2->

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achillesuwu · 10 months ago

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I love fic where merlin has friends in his waiting but I think it would be HILARIOUS if merlin get a frienemy instead. Like idk, some dude who was an old religion priest and is immortal or some lady who created a potion to be immortal,... ANYWAY someone that Merlin isn't close with but they see each other from time to time and they just have the weirdest rivalry know to man.

Their new identity got a HD pictures of them drunk out of their mind and asleep in their vomit in 1570 put everywhere in town when it SHOULDN'T be possible? The author is unknown officially but they both know that he knows they know.

Merlin come back in England after taking some decade long vacation and now there is a BIG ass female tree of that species, that produces fruits smelling like dog poops but worst, right next to his male one? He has no proof but he knows and he knows that they know he knows.

The road leading to their home was remade and now the turn is bend like a shrimp so now their automobile can't take the turn? The coupable is known.

Real footage of these two when they sees each other when they are out buying thing at the market :

Basically the whole town being the battlefield of Annoyance of two (3? 4?) immortals.

When arthur & knights come back at first they don't know about it and Merlin being cryptic ™ he doesn't explain shit so they go though "... I have a weird feeling but I don't know if something is happening" to "that person and Merlin sure look at each other weirdly" to "are they a threat????!!!!" to "what the hell" to WHAT THE HELL CAN'T YOU STOP FOR FIVE MINUTES!?! " when the weird ass person give some food to Merlin when he got hurt but still looking at each other like that while giving/receiving the food:

Also Arthur is feeling weirdly threatened by this weird thousans of years old rivalry. Like how dare they have a weird (homo)erotic staring contest over the tomatoes at the supermarket with HIS friend. That's should be something only Arthur can do actually. (Also Merlin has no right looking like that while he meanly stares at someone and threateningly grab a melon.)

#When you are immortal you need to spice things up #merthur #arthur pendragon #merlin #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #bbc merlin #immortal merlin #My shit

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edgessunflower · 1 year ago

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Done

For @romanthereigns

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: You quit your job after having enough bullshit to deal with coming home to support from Damian

You walk out slamming the door after a big speech saying that you were done taking other people's stress and bullshit saluting your shitty boss and annoying coworkers with the middle finger on your way out before getting in your car. You drive straight home letting the tension out by quietly crying before you were pulled in the driveway staying in the car for a few minutes before going inside your home seeing Damian in an apron cooking which puts a small smile on your face before he turns around seeing you "Hey mi vida your home early" you sigh as the tension oozes out of your body looking to see damian placing the apron on the chair before holding his arms out "Come here I know something's wrong" you melt in his arms as more tears flowed down your face and muffled sobs broke out "I couldn't deal with it anymore...I am so tired of dealing with everyone's bullshit nonstop" he knew how stressful your job had been for you over the past few months and how hard you busted your ass every single day sometimes without needing to which leaves you exhausted and drained when you got home. "And not only should you not have to but you never needed to, they should have gotten half of it together" he holds you as you pick up on the smell of dinner laughing when your stomach growls eating together on the couch feeling yourself calm down before your phone rings raising a brow when you see that it's your boss Geoff calling begging you to come in tomorrow putting on speaker with damian beside you "After what happened earlier when you called me a bitch for trying to help someone who was drunk off their ass, putting me down for needing a break while everyone else gets half their vacation time of for a cold, or making me do overtime with little to no pay at all? I'm done and you can take that job and shove it up your ass" you take a chug of soda after hanging the phone up with a breath of relief. A laugh bursts out turning to damian as he chuckles "Been holding that in too long?" you laugh with him as the two of you watch movies after finishing dinner and talking to Dom on the phone who laughed when damian said everything you had yelled to your old boss, you end up falling asleep on damian who carries you upstairs waking up as he wraps his arms around you saying quiet I love you's to each other before falling asleep back asleep feeling the small warm breaths from damian against the back of your neck feeling more calm and relaxed than you had felt in a long time.

#damian priest #wwe x reader #wwe #damian priest x reader

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all-risejd · 2 years ago

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After Shine Part 1 (Damian Priest x OC) (Eventual The Judgment Day x OC)

Danika

June 16, 2018 - Dallas, Texas

She’d been back from Japan maybe five days, and was riding the uplifting high of being close enough to California she swore she could smell her momma's cooking. Tonight was going to be amazing, she could feel it in her bones, she wasn’t exactly sure why Cage had sent her on the road with his talent, when a group of them decided to work Ring of Honor, but she’d spent the last year touring with some of the most irritating bastards she’d ever met (she sort of loved it though). The move to New York almost two summers ago, alone and in the big city, had been disarming. She swore looking back she’d spent most of the first two months crying herself to sleep.

Danny Cage had been a friend of her fathers, sort of, and he’d ‘taken her in’ out of respect for how famous her dad really was. He hadn’t actually known what to do with an almost eighteen-year old girl who wasn’t at all interested in the limelight of the ring. It’s how she became an Influencer, she supposed, they traveled constantly, so she started a blog, and back then she could make little short stories with some of Cage’s younger talent. There was one man, Martinez, that she tended to stick close to. He was large and big, and just this side of dangerous, but he’d saved her ass more than once in Japan - she’d never forget the night he punched some handsy Englishman for copping a feel of her, when she’d come to collect them from a bar.

The thing about Martinez was he didn’t want her around, not really. But she was always underfoot. She wanted him to win, he had the power and the drive, and fuck the charisma once he got stared in the ring - he was damn hard not to look at. The thing was, he was mean. And more often than not she suffered for her attempts at helping him, but there were days (sometimes even two in a row) where he would talk with her in Spanish about his home, about his familia, about who he wanted to be, and in turn she told him stories of her familia, of being adopted by a huge Latino family, and how lucky she was. Then there were rushed mornings, where she was tossing women (sometimes multiple) out of his hotel room, and running around doing last minute checks to see if he had anything, before corralling the still intoxicated, angry bull of a man toward the taxi.

“Hey, kid, you're dad’s on the phone!” Cage shouted, and motioned to his cell phone - her’s was dead.

“Thanks, Mr. Cage.” She hurried to him, around the pool, side stepping the large man in question who was drinking before ten in the morning, stretched out over a lounger, he shot her a smile, which made her blush. “Papi?” She said into the phone, a grin pulling at her face as the familiar noise of home sounded behind her.

“Hola, Danika, we are going to come tonight to the matches, Dominik wants to see you.” She smiled warmly, Cage was just going to love hosting the Mysterio familia. “How was Japan?” She launched into telling him all about the customs and their version of wrestling, and how she’d met Chris Jericho, and boy was he protective of her, she talked about the fashion and all the gifts she’d brought back for them, but mostly she asked about her younger sister Lainey, who Dominik had been visiting with while she’d been out of the country (six months in Japan was longer than she’d anticipated).

“We are actually going to bring her with us tonight.” Danika’s heart soared damn near out of her chest. “And Cage has agreed, you need a vacation, so while we have custody of Delainey and are waiting to figure out what’s going to happen with your mom, you're coming home tonight.” She couldn’t help but grin even wider, after they talked a bit more, and she got off the phone, she wandered back to the pool, settling onto the lounge next to Martinez.

“¿Qué te tiene tan feliz, pequeña?”

She shot Martinez a look, she knew he knew English, probably more than he let on, she responded in kind, “Mi familia is coming to the show tonight, and I’m going home for a while afterward.” The man lowered his sunglasses to look her over, he shot her a toothy grin, it both unsettled her and made her want to vibrate out of her skin, “I might even miss you.” She admitted, after a long moment.

May 21, 2020

Danika Wesson moved through her bedroom technically cleaning up, she’d finished her weekly list of projects from AEW’s Talent Development and had set up social media accounts for several new talents under him as well as worked with them to do their first videos and pictures. She herself had spent the day doing an unboxing of new Mysterio gear for YouTube. She had to have the whole bedroom cleaned and in top shape for the weekend because she was getting a weekend visit with Lainey. Now, with a pregnancy test clutched in her hand she was pulling all the laundry into her arms and headed for the bathroom she shared with Dom and Aalyah. Her room was still covered in more Mysterio merchandise than she would like, but she’d get over it.

Living with the Mysterio’s had been… an adjustment in her youth. Now she was just the third kid in the second floor of the house who did laundry because it was Dom’s job to clean the bathroom and Aalyah’s job to vacuum their floor. “Dominik!” She called over her shoulder, Aalyah was mercifully in her bedroom ignoring them. Dominik appeared in his doorway, basketball shorts and a comfortable looking gray short sleeve shirt. “Help?” She gave him a curious look, he glanced at the maybe seven articles of clothing she was holding with a raised eyebrow. “I need your help, Dominik, in the bathroom.”

“Oh.” She watched as his eyes widened a bit, a mischievous smile on his face like he thought they were going to mess around (they were not doing anything remotely sexy with either Aalyah or Angie in the house, she had rules), then he was following behind her. She let him open the door, in their teen years they had spent a lot of time being fussed at for being in the bathroom together, and with old habits dying hard, Dominik immediately locked the door behind him as she tossed the laundry into her purple hamper. “So no period then.” He cocked his head to the side, looking down at Danika, who hadn’t really thought much about their height difference until recently.

She cut her eyes at him, “Wow, Captain Obvious. Glad to see you have made it to the party.” She rolled her eyes, and stepped closer to him, “Do you really think I would risk moms wrath by sharing the bathroom with you otherwise.” She pinched his chest, above his left nipple, another holdover from their youth when they pushed boundaries of friendship often too far. Or at least Angie, their shared mother, had thought they were pushing boundaries back then, relatively speaking things had been pretty tame. Sharing food, Dominik reading to her while she was taking a bubble bath, tickling and shoving at each other, once they handcuffed themselves to each other, and there was a whole summer they spent reenacting scenes from Jackass.

Dominik snickered, “You could have just agreed. A nice yeah Dominik you're right I didn’t have my period this month would have been fine.” He had morphed his voice into something resembling a girl but it sounded more hilarious than accurate.

“I don’t sound like that.” She huffed but grinned at him nonetheless, “And it’s been two months.”

“Well that’s a bit more serious than I thought.” He moved to sit on the sink, another thing Angie would have their asses for, sinks and counters were not made for butts. “Are you sure it’s not what happened when we were younger?” His voice was a bit worried now, “You went like five months without a period then had like… cyst or something.” Bless his heart, he was trying.

She gave him an appraising look, “I mean I guess it could be but Dr. Keyes removed my right ovary and all that jazz.” She shrugged. “I have a test, figure we might as well do this now.” She brandished the test at him only for him to yank it out of her hand, he immediately tore into the box and started reading the instructions. Never let it be said Dominik didn’t love to know everything. “You gonna share with the class?” She pointed at the directions.

“You just pee on the stick.” He shoved it back at her, “Once you do that, we just wait two minutes.”

She took the pregnancy test and narrowed her eyes at him. “I know we fucked multiple times but I dunno if I want you to hear me pee…” There was a bit of desperation edging into her voice.

Dominik laughed, hard. “I can pee in the tub while you pee on the stick. We can pee together.”

“I hate you.” She snickered, “By all means pee in the tub, heathen.” She waited for Dominik to climb off the sink and slowly walk around her to head for the tub, he wrenched the shower open just as she pushed her yoga pants and underwear down. “How do you even…” She trailed off as she figured out how to hold the stick and not pee on her hand. Settling down over the toilet, pointedly facing away from Dom and the tub, she cleared her throat, “Together or whatever.”

It was weird. She was so relieved to drop the test in the sink and clean herself off, she closed tre toilet and sat on it, before pulling the test back into her hands, and folding her hands around it, protecting it from view, while Dom moved back to sit on the sink, his shorts back in place. “Two minutes.” He set the timer as he kicked his legs out looking like a much younger boy than the 23 year old man he was.

“Two minutes.” She agreed, “So did you talk to Megan? Are you two gonna patch things up?”

“Negative ghost rider.” Dominik offered as he looked up toward the ceiling, “She uh, well she didn’t like me being on the road and she hated our friendship. Like how am I supposed to explain that my parents adopted you but you aren’t my sister when Aalyah introduces you as our sister to everyone.”

“Tough break, boo.” She offered almost sweetly. Megan and Dom had been on and off since they were in tenth grade. Danika was honestly happy to see her gone, not because she wanted to be Dominik’s girlfriend but because Megan had a tendency to make Dominik’s life hell. In fact Danika had only just managed to talk him out of marrying the monster the previous Christmas.

“You get all your work done?” Dominik asked not so subtly to change the subject.

She let him have it, “You mean the unboxing for Rey and the stuff for AEW? Yeah. I got it finished.” She let out a long sigh, “I think Cody has more talent he wants me to fly out and meet.” She admitted, “So I can finish setting up the accounts and can finish getting everyone started on their socials, plus Cody wants me to do a series of soundbites for him.”

Dominik hummed, “You should have finished going to school for filmography.”

“Shoulda, woulda, coulda.” She hummed, impatiently, “How much longer?”

“Like a whole ‘nother minute.” Dominik turned his attention back to her, “Do you want kids?”

“That’s an odd question, considering we are sort of on a knife blade here.” Danika huffed, “I mean, yeah, I like the idea of kids, I don’t want kids that… I don’t want kids with someone who I’m not sure is going to be around, I don’t want a repeat of my childhood.”

Dominik was silent after that, contemplating what she had said, she would bet. He had wanted to be a dad since literally the third grade. His phone alarm went off, announcing they could look at the test, Danika didn’t move, her whole body was frozen, it felt like moving was impossible. Dominik, thankfully, grabbed the test from her folded hands. “Oh.” He whispered, before he climbed off the counter, and knelt in front of her, “Danika, am I someone who you think is always going to be around?”

She jerked the test out of his grasp and looked down, two pink lines. “Oh.” She let out a little giggle, “Well, Dominik, I think I made another one of your dreams come true.”

Dominik was silent again, “We don’t have to do this.” He cupped her face, “I want you to be happy too, we both know I’ve wanted kids since I was like seven, but…” He trailed off, “If you aren’t ready for this, then I’m not ready for this.” He assured her.

Before she could answer there was a harsh pounding on the door, “I have to pee!” Aalyah shouted.

“GO DOWNSTAIRS!” Dominik and Danika both screamed back at her.

“OH MY GOD, MOM, DOM AND DANI ARE IN THE BATHROOM TOGETHER!”

“Dios, she gets older but does she get any more mature?” Danika hissed, but leaned into Dominik’s hands, “I want to have children with you, I’ll give you all the babies you want, I know we aren’t in love like that, but I do love you, unconditionally and forever. I know you won’t-”

“MOM!” Aalyah shouted, followed by, “MAMI!”

“Dios.” Dominik grabbed the test and shoved it into his basketball shorts pocket, he hauled Danika to her feet, unlocked the bathroom door, and yanked it open to glare down at Aalyah, “Being the bratty little sister should end at eighteen.” He snapped, “We are both over eighteen, and can be in the bathroom alone or together if we wa-”

Angie had climbed to the second floor, and was looking between the three of them, “¿Qué son todos los gritos?”

“They were in the bathroom together, again, with the door locked.” Aalyah looked positively excited to say it aloud, Danika rolled her eyes violently from where she was hiding behind Dominik.

“Mom,” Dominik sighed, “I was helping Danika with something, yes it was in the bathroom, yes the door was locked, her belly ring got messed up, she lost the ball and we had to change it.” He offered unamused. “Now, if you could just move-'' He made to push around Aalyah, who pushed back, the jostling dislodged the pregnancy test which he hadn’t put into his pocket properly.

Danika wanted to scream, she reached for the test at the same time Aalyah did, the younger girl snatching it out of her grasp, “OH MY GOD, YOU'RE PREGNANT!”

“Can we stop screaming?” Danika snapped, she grabbed the test and pulled it back.

Angie was talking in spanish far to fast for her to keep up with, but she caught the jist of it - Angie was bemoaning the fact that she’d let Rey talk her into adopting a street kid from the wrong side of San Diego, with a dash of the shame that Danika would bring to their name (although she largely used the Wesson last name publically, legally she had been adopted by the Mysterios, making her legal last name Gutiérrez).

Dominik glared at Aalyah then looked directly at his mom, “Detener. Danika está embarazada de mi hijo.”

Angie looked for a moment like she’d been slapped, “You're child?” She clutched at her heart, “What?”

Dominik and Danika shared a look, with Danika shrugging her shoulders, Dominik had opened this can of worms so he could close it. “When Megan and I broke up I was heartbroken, Danika and I might have drank that bottle of tequila we told you we didn’t drink.” Her eyes widened, “And we uh, well…” He looked at Danika for support, she instead sent Jefe a text message, Rey would be home within the next few minutes, and she could tell this was going to be a fight the level of a Latino telenovela if the man didn’t come sooth his wife, quickly. “Look, before that we’d never had sex, and we’ve sort of messed around since then, but-”

“Eres hermano y hermana.” Angie looked close to tears.

“Legally, yes.” Danika agreed, “Biologically, no. We’ve tried to explain this to you multiple times. We don’t see each other as siblings, yes both of us look at Aalyah like our little sister, but Mom, we are best friends.”

Angie shook her head, “Tendrás que casarte ahora.”

The front door opened and closed, downstairs, the alarm system pinged to let them know. “We are not getting married.” Dominik countered, irritated. “It’s not happening, we aren’t in love.” Dominik snapped, his voice going hard, “We are never going to get married.”

“Hey, now, we have an agreement about your fortieth birthday.” Danika wiggled her eyebrows at him, “If you haven’t gotten married by the time you're forty and I’m thirty-eight we will get married.”

Rey snickered as he joined them, “I remember this agreement, you two signed it in crayons.”

Dominik looked between his father and Danika, “Ok, well, we aren’t getting married right now.”

“Why would you get married, mi hijo?” Rey looked perplexed.

Seriously, it was a wonder to Danika that they didn’t have a WWE themed reality television show.

Aalyah chose that moment to cackle, “Because Dominik got her pregnant.”

There was a long stretch of Rey’s eyes darting between Dominik and Danika, with Angie sniffling to herself, and Aalyah pitched forward in a way that suggested she wished she had popcorn. Finally Rey cleared his throat, “What are we doing about this?”

“We hadn’t decided yet.” Dominik cleared his throat, “We were talking about our options and what we wanted to do when Aalyah started being her usual bratty self, and caused this whole argument.” Dominik explained, exasperated.

Rey hummed, “Danika, cariño, what do you want to do?”

“Jefe, I would like Dominik and I to talk about it privately, once we have a decision we will let you all know.” She cast her glance to Aalyah, “That’s my shirt, asshole, give it back.”

“You’ll be too fat to wear it.” Aalyah sang as she walked back to her room.

“I thought you had to go to the bathroom!” Dominik snapped after her.

Aalyah cackled, “I never had to pee, I just heard you two talking in the bathroom and knew the door would be locked.”

“Oh, you little-” Danika made to give chase, but Dominik caught her around her middle.

“Not so fast,” He tutted, “You're carrying my child, and I don’t want the little bean to inherit whatever ridiculous gene it is that makes you and Aalyah act like children all the time.”

“That’s rich.” Rey huffed, “You usually start their little fights.” Rey looked pointedly at Dominik, then at Angie, “We will support their choice, mi esposa, let them make it.” He took her arm and started to steer her down the stairs, “I will say, if you are going to give us grandchildren, at least let us do something Catholic for their birth.” With that Rey headed them down the stairs.

Danika growled under her breath, “Come on.” She tugged him back into the bathroom, and locked the door. She reclaimed her seat on the toilet, and motioned for him to kneel before her again, “Alright, take two.”

He snickered, “Danika Wesson Gutiérrez, my best friend, my soulmate, my hero, and my ride or die, would you do me the honor of having my baby?”

She burst out laughing, unable to hold it in, she laughed until she felt the tears start on her cheeks, “If you ever propose to anyone let me write the script for you, boo.” She giggled, “Alright, let’s do this, we’ve always been good together, you are my knight in shining armor, I mean you did ride across San Diego to the scary part of town to rescue me, and you punched that guy in ninth grade who told me I couldn’t be a Gutiérrez because I wasn’t Mexican, and you-”

He cut her off with a chaste kiss, just a press of their lips together, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” She nodded her head, their noses bumping, “Dominik, I’d be no one without you, I’ve always wanted to have kids, and if I were going to accidentally get pregnant, I am so glad it’s with you. Cause come hell or high water, as Uncle Adam says, we are always going to have each other's backs.” She nuzzled his nose, “Now aren’t you meant to be packing for SmackDown?”

He rolled his eyes, but stood, ruffling her red hair as he went. The both spilled back out of the bathroom, pushing at each other and laughing, until Dominik veered off into his room, no doubt to actually pack up for his and Rey’s upcoming flight. She headed back to her room, and gazed around the piles of Mysterio merchandise. Her life with the Mysterio’s might be a rollercoaster, but she wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. She ran her hand over her flat stomach, mostly to reassure herself that there was a little baby growing in there.

Dominik had promised her adventures, when he came to rescue her on his bike when they were eleven and thirteen (with Dominik being the older one), and he’d yet to disappoint.

#After Shine #the judgment day fanfic #damian priest fanfic #rhea ripley fanfiction #dominik mysterio fanfiction #finn balor fanfiction

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ramayantika · 2 years ago

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Smriti

A story set in the lands of Bharatavarsha, the land named after the glorious king, Bharata. Set in the time when women were encouraged in the pursuit of knowledge to become Brahmavadinis, in an era where science, arts and spirituality went hand in hand to reach one common goal: Knowing the self.

The story belongs to a young girl just like you and just like me but in the days on an era gone by. Filled with dreams, ambitions, friends and love is a journey of this girl to rediscover herself who she is in this grand stage of the world. What role must she play in this play? Is she significant? Should she be significant?

For the land of Bharata from the eons gone by and the days to come will always lead every human to the one big question: Who are you? Are you what you see or are you what you do not see?

Come forth and witness a simple girl's story that now exists in memories. Smriti

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'The crown shall not be too light nor too heavy on your head my child. It has chosen you. Rule the land with grace and righteousness.'

Passing sixteen summer years sits a maiden by the ghats of the divine Mother river, Ganga. The sun shall rise in the skies soon and the moon still hasn't gone to sleep. What thoughts has she lost herself in? Which being occupies her mind?

'I could easily pass off as a king, wouldn't I?'

'Yes, my friend. The king of pigs.'

And for just one fleeting moment when I look at myself there's a small whisper in my ears. It tells me to look deeper within myself. Sometimes I dream about living out a grand destiny. It looks like a dream.

'Dreams do come true, sakhi -- even the most impossible ones.'

Citizens of Avanti, our awaited day has finally arrived. The eldest prince shall be crowned as the Yuvaraja as per the auspicious time calculated by the royal priest.

He kisses my forehead. I close my eyes and etch the softness of his lips to my memory. 'I shall only sit on the throne as the king with you by my side. Go, fulfill your dreams, gather all the knowledge you have always desired to pursue. He holds my hand to his chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm under my skin. 'I will be here for you. Your home shall await you.'

'Ladoos are sweet, so are you. Here's a secret: I love you.'

"Someone tell me why are all the girls in your group are into hardcore academics while you boys have taken up the arts?"

"Why? Is that a problem?"

One must know to never take even a piece of grain from his food. As sweet and charming he looks from the outside -- take a bite from his plate and watch him turn into a beast. Do.Not.Touch.His.Food.

I always look forward to meeting you all after summer vacations. God, it's lovely to be around you people. I wish we all stay together in the same place as adults too.

"How on earth is this idiot going to become a father in the next seven months?"

"I am going to sob, do not console me. We all grew up but I still feel we are sixteen and in school."

There were days I doubted my worth to have the crown on my head. Some years ago, I was a daughter of a normal banker in Kashi and now the queen of Avanti.

'It's just not my story, princess.'

'You all have to narrate some parts too, okay I am not going to ache my facial muscles. Our story is too long.'

The story starts from summer vacation after Year Eleven in Avanti on the bank of Narmada...

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Hi! Let's call this a book trailer lol because I don't think this would actually be a prologue.

And let me tell you, this story is one my serious writing projects. This story kept me going in 11th and 12th though I barely wrote the chapters, but I had the story in my head.

I had read about those high school fun stories where a group of friends go on adventures, fall in love, etc but I rarely saw any Indian stories about it until one fine night I was thinking what if I were a character in an ancient Indian period. Me and my friends would learn in gurukulas, learn so many things and find friends and walk our destinies. Day by day I added new info and scenarios to this tale.

A smol little secret. Once I complete this book and whenever you all read it, you would know me in every way. This story everything is me opening myself, the good and the bad.

And since the characters and the tale is close to my heart, I am going to be patient and write it in the best way I can.

Oh yes, there are too many dialouges here right? They all belong to different characters and I mentioned the dialouges knowingly just you get a not so fully vague idea about what this story is going to entail.

Would love your reviews and feedbacks for this and the upcoming parts of the story. I will upload the chapters to my wattpad first and then here for those who don't use wattpad. 🌸

Tagging: (also do tell me if you want to be added because I will make a separate Smriti taglist)

@krishna-priyatama @mere-heera @arachneofthoughts @inexhaustible-sources-of-magic @bambioleo @voidsteffy @savlon-bhoi @like-a-sentient-dagger @tumhari-bhairavi @zaraaaaaa

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"can you stop getting yourself killed if you aren't going to stay that way?" the god of death never shows himself to mortals, aside from those about to be parted with life, but this one is an irritating exception. thanatos senses every death he undergoes and yet cannot ferry him to the afterlife. "it's getting very annoying." / hope this works! i just thought god of death would be amusing here

Unprompted ; always accepting !

Hotaru had really tried to die, in all earnestness. He did not know what to say to The God of Death—lacked the necessary Voice to describe that he really had tried. That were was an illegal gun tucked beneath the bottom of a drawer and he had pressed it to his head and felt hot lead like birth shoot through the other side of himself, only to wake up bleeding on the floor. That under the chin hadn’t been any better. And neither had the pills, the drowning, the hanging. That there had never been anyone in the world who had tried permanently dying more than Hotaru had, that it brought him no joy to shuffle himself upright and meet the day again and again and again.

Because what was one reasonably supposed to say to The God of Death, to know so deeply that they were not of His domain and he had lost any claim to his soul, to his body; that he had become something so unfathomably liminal that he was at home with neither the living nor the dead, that a cemetery was little more than a freezing vacation home.

So Hotaru laughed because even if that big scythe slid over his throat, it would all reform. He laughed. Strange, bright, pained, twisted—it rang out like a bell before a priest thought it fit to smash it. His hand came to the lower half of his face and he remembered being at the bottom of a swimming pool, how the caustics had looked almost like arms trying to embrace him. Hotaru laughed and laughed and his breath caught and hitched, his shoulders shaking pleasantly before he finally found something to say.

❝ I’m sorry, but unless you’re a curse breaker, then there’s nothing we can do—it’ll just keep being like this.❞

He should have been more afraid, but the otherworldly had killed him before and would again. If this god could end it all swiftly, then he would have been relieved: it was that simple to a living corpse like Hotaru.

#suicide ideation cw #NO ITS SO FUNNY #hotaru is just like listen man. ive tried #starspurn #answered.

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leethepiper · 1 year ago

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Show Me How to Lie [END OTW RACISM]

Spade doesn't know his name. All he knows is his chest hurts, he hates fire, and his arms are empty. He's not sure he wants to know all he's forgotten. The heroes don't know what to do about this strange Villain that mostly does dine-and-dashes rather than actual damage.

My name [END OTW RACISM]

Instead of the USJ incident, the LoV captured Spade a week before the Training Camp incident. It doesn't change much, in the end, but All for One really should have thought it through when he let Shiragaki kidnap both Spade, Bakugou... and Monkey D. Luffy.

Once again, villains are the reason Ace regains his memories.

(Basically, a what-if scenario from "Show me how to lie")

Men of the Past

Roger couldn't remember what had happened after Laught Tale, something was blocking his memories. Finding out you were in the future was shocking, they had to be careful while trying to find their allies.

"Roger? What is in your hands?" Rayleigh asked.

"Bread." Roger said as he munches on it, in his arms was a terrified little girl known as Nico Robin.

Memoriam

!!!not canon to Burn Brighter!!! just a fun what-if i wanted to do :P (but feel free to imagine Uta just not mentioning a few details and the Revs simply being baffled about No Happy Endings/Locker's The End)

~~~

What-If for if, on the tenth anniversary of his death, Uta told the world about her older brother, Sabo, who was killed by a Celestial Dragon, and who wrote a song before he died for his freedom.

Moments of Fear

There are demons, if you know where to look.

(Eastward.

Look eastward.)

Or: A series of drabbles for Spooky Month, set in the Sea of Monsters universe, in which everyone from the East Blue is a demon.

as I hold your hollow heart

The Straw Hats pick up Bepo and an unconscious Law after the events at Winner Island. Luffy is more than ready to help him, but when Law opens his eyes, he is a stranger.

Meanwhile, Law wakes up in Dressrosa, with Doflamingo's symbol tattooed on his chest and servants calling him "Corazon".

Family Ties

Garp never knew that having a grandchild could be so life-changing, let alone five of them. Good thing he's a 'D' and loves wreaking havoc just as much as the little gremlins.

[Or: A story about 'D's and honorary 'D's' being part of one big, (mostly) happy family and causing as much chaos as they possibly can.]

Heart and Heat of a Dragon

Every Monkey D, although Dragon knew he was more the D thing and less the Monkey thing, had three practically hereditary traits. Narcolepsy, a demonic appetite, and a sixth sense that beeped every time a soul mate was around. Dragon had five of them.

Long Live the King (for a little while longer)

Various answers to the question: what if Roger lived?

Of Retired Priests and Vacationing Gods

Marco has woken up two hours before before dawn every single day of his life without fail, from a job whose habits remained when the job no longer existed. And then Portgas D Ace, who brims with a familiarity from Marco's past, joins the Whitebeard Pirates.

Or Ace is a old god enjoying his time in the mortal realm and Marco hasn't been a priest in ages why is this happening to him now.

New Voyage

Makino isn't a pirate. She's never been on a boat or off of Dawn Island. She is so very young. But when three little boys need her to be their mother? To take them off the comfort of her home island and out into the unknown of the sea to keep them safe? To keep them together? Well, Makino isn't going to let anyone or anything stand in her way. Not the Marines, not the Yonko, not the nobles, and certainly not the boys themselves.

Renegade Queen

He’s presented to her in the centre of the court.

Rekindling An Ember

It was simply a coincidence that every single laser shot from his prized technique, the Yasakani no Magatama, somehow managed to miss the running freckled man and his little brother. What an incredible luck they must have for such fortunate thing to happen!

He shrugged carefreely in response to the incredulous looks that he got after his little stunt. His justice was an unclear one after all.

Sakazuki freed Portgas D. Ace. He provided cover. Now, what would Kuzan do? What would Sengoku do?

Retired doesn't mean weak

Gol D. Roger survived the illness that should have killed him, once again triumphing where he had no odds of winning. After Roger achieved his goal, he returned to the love of his life to live out his life with only calm days ahead. His son was born and doted on the boy, soon enough gaining two more sons in the coming years. He approved of their dreams and would not get in the way of them.

But he drew the line at executions.

The Marines better be prepared, because the Pirate King is coming, and he won't rest until his son was safe.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46323358 Link to Spanish translation translated by Felinette21

Requiem for My Harlequin

"I have a proposal, Sengoku."

"Don't want it."

"A deal, if you will," the pirate continues like there'd been no interruption at all.

Sengoku's yearly memorial for his son is disrupted by a phone call.

Relationship Help From A Friend

Sengoku confronts Garp about something and Bogard is very confused.

Stained Glass Mirror

Alone in an unfamiliar world, what else is there to do except join a pirate crew?

Sleeper Couch Deception

“Everything okay?” Ace asked, coming up around Deuce’s side and startling him out of his distracted staring at the stupid couch. He pulled his hand away from the cushions and straightened up, speaking before he could stop himself.

“I don’t think it’s a sleeper like the old one,” he said, catching the inside of his cheek between his briefly in a worrying gesture as Ace tilted his head.

“That’s okay, I can sleep on it as is,” he said, though Deuce caught the way he rolled his shoulders briefly.

“We were both shifting around on the dumb thing all night, I doubt it’s gonna be any more comfortable to actually sleep on,” Deuce commented. He should just check if it pulls out into a bed, problem solved in a minute or two tops, but instead… “My bed is big enough. For the both of us, I mean. If you don’t mind sharing, that is.”

Siblings

Garp is in the right place at the right time to rescue Nico Robin from her most recent pirate alliance and makes an offer that will change her life.

(This work was originally posted on ff.net)

sea king prayers

In which the sea is governed by ancient powers and not a single Straw Hat is entirely human.

Speak up, Boys!

“C’mon kids, don't worry too much! You can stay ‘till you’re fully healed!” Beamed another voice, cheery like a child, yet deep like the sea. “You’re welcome to hitch a ride, at least until the next island!” No way.

“Captain,” The doctor pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses further up. “You realize you didn’t answer any of their questions, right?”

No no no–

Neither of the men realized that he actually just had. The long, red coat. The matching hat. The mustache. His mere presence in the room told them exactly where – when – they had ended up.

“Wahahahah! Sorry, sorry, Doc’! Boys, welcome on the Oro Jackson, best ship to ever navigate the Grand Line!”

---

Or, the ASL trio ends up 24 years in the past because of a wizard's curse. Ace is out for murder, Sabo decides that brain cells are overrated, and Luffy won't stop singing sea-shanties.

Strangers in Strange Places

Elizabeth Turner née Swann was perfectly happy holidaying in Port Royal with her children or, at least, claimed to be perfectly happy holidaying in Port Royal, ridiculously cumbersome corsets and dresses not withstanding. Well, making the acquaintance of a queer stranger on the streets of the Port should serve to keep her boredom at bay, if nothing else.

(Or: That one in which Law, separated from his travelling companions when they run through a portal after leaving Dressrosa behind, goes on a quest to track down his missing, troublesome not-allies. In his defense, following the rumours of a Pirate King in this strange, alien world seemed to make sense when he started out.)

*** Can be read as a standalone, the situation speaks for itself. The first part follows what happened to Luffy and Zoro when they got separated from the party.

Sword smithing has always just been another type of magic

ONE SHOT "If Mihawk was going to become the world's greatest swordsman, he would need a sword to match. Luckily, he stumbled upon the peculiar green-eyed man named Harii who was the best smith he'd ever met. It started off as threaten-and-irritably-obey, and now it was more like give-and-take (though Mihawk still threatened sometimes)." Collection fic, gen, long, T for swearing. - “I am looking,” he said, placing Kappatsuna Yoru on the table between them, “for the maker of this sword. Perhaps you know something of it.” He narrowed amber eyes at the man. “Hmm.” The man reached out with gentle fingers and picked up the katana. He ran his fingers over the hilt wrappings, then slid the blade out of the sheath minutely. “Kappatsuna Yoru, right?” “How do you know?” Mihawk demanded, eyes narrowing and body tensing. “Well,” the man put the katana back on the table and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “It’d be a bit of a bad thing if I didn’t recognize my own work, right?”

Silly Superstitions- Ace

Marco, Ace, and Thatch and silly superstitions onboard the Moby Dick! Featuring Ace in denial of his superstitious ways and the bemused and confused Whitebeard pirates. Just where did Ace learn all of this stuff?! Lucky spiders, giant rabbit's feet and crazy East Blue superstitions ahead!

shouting of merry flowers

Ace has always wanted a friend, so when the secret agents next door leave, not that they were suppose to admit they knew that the neighbors were secret agents, and a new family with two children move in next door, he's excited. Now he just hope that his dad would be able to give him advice on how to make friends that didn't end up with the neighbors hating him.

Sabo isn't sure what to make of the playing card and the murderer next door, but they're certainly more fun then his family.

Sea of Freedom

"Sabo, why didn’t you tell us you have connections!” “I thought you all knew Lucci was part of CP-9?” Sabo asked, tilting his head. “I was talking about – w-wait! What do you mean Lucci is a part of CP-9!?”

Or: Sabo never set sail that faithful day but stayed with his parents. He sets sail at sixteen and has some fun along the way.

Slightly to the Left of the Real Thing

The Last Poneglyph is an activation phrase for Uranus. “A machine that grants only one wish: the wish to turn back time and try again.” Law and Marco are the only two fighters left standing, the only two left alive, and they have to make the hardest choice of their lives.

The Road Not Taken

Kozuki Oden makes a different choice, and asks the Roger Pirates for help in defeating Kaido and Orochi.

A series of one-shots exploring what the world might be like if the Kozuki clan reclaimed power in Wano.

The Coward's Redemption

The liar. The prideful pretender. The coward. Usopp didn't know how much he could change, even when the chance was thrust onto him. He doubted he could correct things with his slingshot and his wits, even with a decade to work with. But, even though he knew he was the weakest, he was still a Straw Hat pirate, and he would damn well try.

That's the Way

Alternatively titled: "In which SITeach tells Canon to go fuck itself."

After much thought and wrestling with plot bunnies, I managed to get this down. Not a bad start if I do say so myself. :) I probably missed some tags, but considering I wrote this all on my phone I'm pretty proud.

(See the end of the work for other works inspired by this one.)

The Red Dog's Weakness

They say there was only one person to ever make Sakazuki falter in his absolute justice moral compass and show kindness in its stead, but that person is now long gone. Except, when he was called into Sabaody to take care of the pirate problem, why is the government's harshest crumbling once again?

The Sharp Knife Of A Short Life

Garp isn't the greatest parent in this world or any other by far, but he does try his best and he does love his boys.

The Envelope

Fourteen years ago on her deathbed Usopp's mother handed him two envelopes, one for himself and the other for his father. With them were explicit instructions, he was not to open his until he was reunited with his father. Now a twist of fate gives Usopp the chance to fulfill his mother's wish, and reconcile with the one person he set out to find.

The Cat Adopted Him

In his defense, the cat adopted him, not the other way around. Aokiji had just been wanting to recover from his fight from Akainu.

The Sudden Whirlwind Romance of Rouge and Roger

Rouge was a practical pirate captain. Kicking but, taking names, and certainly not letting the whirlwind that was Gol D. Roger win her over. Although the chocolates were quite good. As were the flowers. But she would certainly never do anything more than kick his ass and take the treats, Right? AKA. Roger gets his ass kicked, falling head over heels, and how Captain Rouge finds herself getting married.

Written for 2019 OP Valentines.

The Hat Stealer Pirates

Portgas D. Rouge was a strange Captain, mainly because she kept claiming that Brook was going to be the musician of the future Pirate King. Not the one of the first Pirate King, but the one after. For now, he was pretty happy to be part of her crew though and help her on her search for a good hat.

Luffy-less Strawhats

a marine dude called Jenkins puts together that the Strawhats are terrifying badasses even when lacking a captain. Maybe especially when lacking a captain. He wants to cry.

(what follows is the aftermath, proving poor Jenkins right)

The 5 Stages of Grief

There is said to be the 5 stages of grief.

Denial.

Anger.

Bargaining.

Depression.

and Acceptance.

However, we'd like to add one more...

REVENGE

Not allowed

Someone from the real world wakes up one day as Portgas D. Rouge. The thing is, she has no intention to fall in love with Gol D. Roger and birth his child to eventually die.

Well, sometimes we get what we didn’t wish for-

Rouge took a deep breath, her eyes narrowed sharply and she gathered all her confidence and energy to punch directly at Roger's huge nose. She spat angrily, “Stay away from me, you pervert old man!”

“Captain!” Shanks let out a panicked squeal and jumped away from them in fear.

Roger caught his nose and looked dazed as blood trickled down his mustache and mouth. It didn't take long for his lips to tremble into a crazy smile, “I like you! Let's be drinking buddies, Captain of the Hibiscus Pirates, Rouge!”

'Shit' Rouge stared at him with dead eyes, “Shit”

Sunflowers

"Makino-san?” Ace asked, determined, and not taking no for an answer, “I want to get Luffy a skirt.” Makino smiled brightly, “Wonderful idea, Ace!”

Or: What if Monkey D. Luffy was gender fluid?

This should be on Ao3 only!!

Three Years, Give or Take

"Where are you from?" The crew asks, bustling around Ace as he eats his breakfast. Banana waffles and a side of fruit.

"The future," He cracks a grin at them, and they sigh before moving away again.

They Said It Was Right

Dragon talks to a marine that the Revolutionary Army saved. The man isn't willing to listen at first.

There is no such thing as freedom in a cage of your own making

The wrong person hears the wrong thing at the wrong time, and everything goes to shit. The World Government jumps on this opportunity, eager to use it to their advantage.

Garp won't allow it.

Those Who Favour Fire

The Will of D has never been fully understood, not even by those who have inherited the legacy of the name. Portgas D Ace made an oath to his little brother, and rather than be forsworn Ace accepts a deal from Fate. The Sea is not yet ready to yield him up, and so Ace returns, sent back to where it all began. Alive, and with a baby brother to protect, Ace is not yet sure if he is meant to save the world, or destroy it. All he does know is that come what may... he will hold with those who favour fire.

Ace survives Marineford, but not in the way anyone suspects.

Whitebeard Pirates Guide to Gaslighting the World that Ace is Whitebeard's Biological Son

Ace being the brilliant genius that he is somehow convinces the Whitebeard pirates and others to get everyone to believe that he is Whitebeard's biological son.

The Straw Hats Guide to Gaslighting the World that Luffy is Shanks' Biological Son

After Ace managed to gaslight the world into believing he's the bio son of Whitebeard.

The Straw Hats think that it's their turn and gaslight the world into thinking he's the biological son of Shanks.

Time (To Save Our Lives)

time for me to write a OP time travel AU, apparently!

Seasick

Makino hated the sea, and the sea hated her right back. AU of the world of One Piece where one woman's immense seasickness ripples throughout all of the Blues.

there we were, the three of us (threads of crimson, silver, and gold)

Rouge, Roger, Rayleigh, and the refractions of their relationships: a trifold retrospective

Do it like a Clown

Buggy didn't know how to avoid being caught, until one day he met a delegation from an unknown kingdom on one of the islands. There was a tall lady with long blue hair, that the Marines ignored. Because she was a woman, and she wore traditional closed clothes. With a veil. - Thus, by the age of seventeen, Buggy ended up as a half okama and a baby in his arms. He failed to bury Rouge because a ship with the cursed Garp on board suddenly arrived. Buggy ran, swallowing tears and clutching a warm bundle to his chest. What to do next was completely unclear.

Twin Flames

“What was he like when you were younger?” Jinbe asks, looking strangely intent as he stares at Ace. Ace stares back at him for a moment, before leaning his head back against the cell wall and smiling. Memories of him, Luffy, and Sabo running through the forest flash before his eyes, and nostalgia fills him. The months that the three of them spent together are Ace’s most treasured memories.

He grins, shaking his head and chuckling as he says, “Well, I guess if I’m going to talk about him as a kid, I should talk about my twin first.”

(Or: Ace calls Sabo his twin while in Impel Down and consequences happen.)

To Protect His Smile

Garp receives a strange visitor who sets him on a path that will change the world

Uncharted Time

Instead of, say, Luffy being thrown back in time. Someone, somewhere thought it would be a good idea to send Nami instead. Fantastic! Now how is she supposed to traverse a timeline far before her own? What do you mean she's strong now? What do you mean Roger's still alive? What is she supposed to do now?!

You Know What They Say

Someone is making up all of those cover stories for the Marines to use whenever they commit another violation of the nonexistent Geneva Conventions. What would happen if she decided to be on her own side instead of theirs?

(Or: A stranger from our world is reincarnated as the Marine's one and only Public Relations Officer. It goes a lot differently than you'd expect.)

yes, i do, i love you

"Zoro, Sanji,” Nami finally sees Zoro, on his knees in front of Sanji, “what are you doing?”

“I think Zoro just proposed to Sanji,” Chopper says helpfully.

“What?”

“And they’re planning to marry right here and now.”

“WHAT?”

Your dad is Gold Roger?

Somehow, Luffy doesn't know about Ace's true parentage when he arrives at Marineford. The following revelations and events drive Sengoku crazy. Crack!Fic. Seriously, do not treat seriously.

You Found Me

“I do want to know why you ran away from Bepo. Was he scary?” Law personally considered Bepo the most non-threatening being he’d ever met, but he also knew that a giant polar bear might not have the same effect on a kid who didn’t know him. “Are you stupid? Bepo’s adorable. But he was standing out in the open like an idiot.” The kid’s mouth snapped shut with an audible click like she’d said too much. Law considered this new information. It made sense; the kid had hidden in a small, enclosed area. Somewhere she was protected on all sides.

We All Live In A Fucking Yellow Submarine

The Hearts give the Tang a song. Law is VERY EXASPERATED (but he loves them). Also, How To Annoy The Shit Out Of Doflamingo 101

We Are (Family)

Set in the universe of “They Don’t Know About Us”, a look into the lives of Portgas D. Rouge, Gol D. Roger, Gol D. Shanks, Dracule Mihawk, Portgas D. Ace, and Monkey D. Luffy. A series of different moments, missing scenes, and alternate realities, etc.

Won't You Send me a Flower, Send me a Secret

Makino told them that flowers could have meanings. Ace scoffed, Sabo was curious and Luffy, Luffy had begged Makino to teach him the secret mystery language.

Or ASL learns flower language as kids and still use it to send coded messages to each other when they set out to sea.

White Fire

This is the fic where I destroy the timeline; Luffy and his crew are about to leave Wano when they see Ace's execution as the top story in the newspaper.

As a warning: this fic is made up of pirates, a limited amount of bizarre scenes featuring a god, and some tears from traumatized Marines.

Where'd All the Time Go?

Sometime before Luffy becomes King of the Pirates, The Straw Hats end up on an island with Shanks and his crew. Of course, a party ensues, but when Shanks asks Zoro a simple question, both crews are eager to know the answer.

A telling of how Zoro joined the crew and the circumstances surrounding it.

Will (yourself) to Live

The first time Zoro dies, he stands right back up, picks his heart up from where it was thrown on the ground, and pushes it back into the hole in his chest.

Dying is not an option for Zoro. He has to see his captain crowned King of the Pirates, after all.

Or: the straw-hats have mastered stubbornness to an art, and not even Death will stand in their way to the one piece.

Wisteria's Ocean

Tricksters survive where brawlers cannot.

For the first nine years of her life, Fuji lives in Wano, and where she may have once learned to fight, here, she learns to survive. It's the only option, after all -- either she learns to survive, or she doesn't.

And then, she escapes. She leaves the locked down country, runs into a red-and-white-haired girl with a hopeful heart and a whole crew of pirates. In Wano, Fuji learned to survive, but here?

She will learn freedom, and she will learn to live.

World Economic Journal - Grand Line Edition

Straw Hat Luffy and Trafalgar Law: more than an alliance?!

(Read full article on page 56.)

wish by spirit and if by yes

Mostly, Sabo likes his job, even when it means trying to chase down pirates like Whitebeard in the New World to discuss important Army affairs. Okay, maybe especially then.

Reunion AU where Sabo's a little shit, everyone’s happy, and yet some stuff still hurts.

Wildfire Hearts

Only from fire can fire be made.

Many times in his life, Portgas D. Ace has watched his world burn. This time he has the chance to build something new, something better, from the ashes of his past failures.

Flung from the searing heat of Akainu's deathblow to the raging inferno that had stolen Sabo's life, Ace is determined to change his past. Even if it means raising his younger self to be proud of his lineage, Ace will never let Luffy suffer through Marineford again.

Portgas D. Ace stages a riot against the future, and the wildfire he sets will consume the world.

This Time It'll be Different

“Congratulations, Rouge!” a distant voice cried out.

“It's a healthy baby boy!”

There was a sound of sobbing coming from somewhere in the room, but no one was crying. ‘Where am I?’

“Ace,” a soft voice reached out.

'Ace' looked up in confusion only to see large brown eyes seeming to nearly shine in his direction.

“Gol D. Ace, my beautiful baby boy.” Suddenly the crying stopped.

‘…What’

Strawhat A Warlord? In This Economy? (It's More Likely Than You Think)

Following the disaster at Enies Lobby, the World Government takes a leap of insanity and invites Luffy to join the Warlords. Surprisingly, Luffy accepts, but this may just turn out to be a worse decision than hunting him down like a regular pirate. After all, those 'D's cause storms where ever they go.

Same Song, Different Verse

"That's the thing about nakama. It means you never have to say goodbye or be alone."

In which Monkey D. Lucy, future Pirate King, and Roronoa Zoro, future World's Greatest Swordsman, are dumb and everyone else is long-suffering. Also, there's this crazy adventure and all that.

Or:

Things with them are always do or die, and love is just the same.

Flashy Brotherhood

Buggy stops at a bar in East Blue and there’s this angry looking kid asking about the Captain. Asking what would have happened if the Captain had a kid. And everyone starts laughing like the idea is ridiculous. Like Roger hadn’t taken in two street rats and given them a home.

Treasures for a Treasure (pearls pale in your eyes)

Monkey D. Luffy has pearls in his hair.

This changes more than you would think.

of pop greens and tangerines.

After the world went to hell, Usopp and Nami find themselves just a few years before they meet Luffy again. This time, they're not going to be the cowards of the crew. They're going to save themselves, and they might as well drive everyone absolutely insane while they do it.

An expansively written time travel fanfic featuring a Blind Usopp, Metal Arm Nami, and two others.

Current Arc: Enies Lobby.

Mnemosyne

She doesn’t remember her life before the human market, or before Amazon Lily. The only clues she has is her name, and the silver anchor around her neck.

And that her daughter has red hair.

I'll tell you a tale of the Pirate Queen

Many years have passed since that dreaded ship has sailed the seas. Decades slipped away, washing the memories along with time. None now remember to keep an eye on their horizons, scanning for the site of the bow that could break empires apart. The keel that split the oceans, the twisted form of a siren along her beak, the figure of her Captain, wild hair and wilder eyes; a sight that chilled the hearts of all who saw it.

This world took a beauty, twisted her to a tyrant, then buried her and her kingdom so that none would speak her name. It must be unfortunate for them; her Duchess and her Prince survived. Now they will carry her legacy forward, and remind those Marines exactly who ruled the ocean. Roger may have held the crown, but even he bowed for her.

Watch what you say Marines, Portgas D. Rouge isn't going to disappear because you asked her too.

Smiling Seas

Latest Anime Spoilers!

“Shishishi, silly Ace! It’s mom’s job to control the sea!” Luffy spread his arms out, the sun beaming down on him and lighting his figure up in a golden sheen. “Besides, I belong in the sky!”

Shanks accidentally adopted a god.

The Return Of Joyboy!

"What do you mean by 'Nika'?" Sabo further asked. Luffy groggily opened his eyes, and spoke, "Did someone call me?" Garp frowned at that.

"Luffy, your name is Luffy, not that!!!" He said with anger. Luffy who sat up now glared at Garp before frowning, "But why do I need to hide my real name?!!!" He asked and crossed his arms on his chest. "I don't understand at all!!"

"Your real name is Nika?" Ace asked to which Luffy nodded happily. Garp scratched his head in worry.

"Fine!" Garp said, "Listen to me!" Luffy looked at Garp and the others even did the same. "If the marines ever come to know about your real name, and if by any chance the World Government came to know about your existence they will kill you in spot."

"Why will they kill coz of my name?" Luffy frowned but soon burst out laughing, "And do you think," Luffy's eyes flickered to golden, "they can kill me?" Luffy started laughing hard, his one hand on his stomach and the other on his eyes.

Tidal Waves Incarnate

“Ace,” Garp starts firmly. “What exactly do you think you’re doing here? You can’t save Luffy.”

The brat flinches as if Garp just punched him with real intent; Garp refuses to feel bad.

Ace is sixteen, has never left Dawn Island, and never fought anyone near the caliber of the Grand Line, let alone the New World. And he is alone. Just one boy all by himself. What could he do?

Luffy, on the other hand, has a whole crew behind him, and friends and allies and Dragon to help.

Marineford will be a war zone and Ace has no business being in the middle of that.

________________

Like his brother before him, Ace was supposed to set sail at 17. But shortly before that, Strawhat Luffy's impending execution is announced. What was Ace supposed to do? Sit idly on Dawn Island and trust others to save his brother?

Again? Again.

After a fight she barely remembers, Nami wakes up in a jungle she's never been in before. Her confusion doesn't get any lessened when she runs into three young boys, one of which is definitely a smaller version of her captain.

She needs to get back to her own time, her own adventure. The crew will die without her for sure. But until she can figure out how to do that, she might as well hang out and make sure these insane kids don't die, which might be harder than she initially thinks.

And something about all this just feels weird...

One Piece Fic Recomendations

We’ll Look Back and Laugh at Ourselves

Between his new boyfriend and his workaholic boss, Marco felt like he was surrounded by family issues of the father and son dispute variety. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Or maybe he should’ve listened to the office gossip more. Maybe then he’d figure it out sooner.

How A Feline Screwed Up Marineford

When Ace’s execution is underway, the Marines panic as they realize that Ace is no longer on the scaffold, and why is there a cat attacking Marines?

Ace has the ability to transform into a cat and promptly screws up his own execution.

To Know

A series that I like

Life Anew

Another series I like

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Cabin Fever ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Josh Kiszka x Reader, background Sam x Danny || series (complete)

During your week away at the cabin, you and Sam make a pact — on the last day, if he tells Danny how he feels, you’ll tell Josh how you feel. It’s going to be a very long week.

In the Midnight Hour ♡

Josh Kiszka x Reader, Sam x Danny

You and the boys explore the old haunted house in the Kiszka’s neighborhood on Halloween night.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Love Like Ours ♡

Josh Kiszka x Reader

You and Josh celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

January Blue ♡

Josh Kiszka x Reader

You’re sick, and Josh takes good care of you.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Big Squeeze ♡

Josh Kiszka x Reader, Danny Wagner x Reader (platonic)

When you need a little extra love, Josh knows just the thing to help.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Love is Like a Resting Place ♡

Josh Kiszka x Reader

You and Josh take care of each other after a long day.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Just Because I Love You ♡

Josh Kiszka x Reader

When you’re not feeling well, Josh takes care of you just because he loves you.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Growing Pains ♡ ✧

Josh Kiszka x Reader

As you and Josh pack up your apartment for your impending move to Nashville, Josh is right by your side for this big, scary change and all the growing pains it brings with it.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Home for the Holidays ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Josh x Reader, Sam x Danny, Jake x Reader || series (in progress)

The Cabin Fever gang spends Christmas in Frankenmuth.

Companion series in the Cabin Fever universe

part one | part two | part three

To Be Loved By You ♡

Josh Kiszka x Reader

Josh helps you tidy the house.

Companion fic in the Cabin Fever universe

A Sure and Steady Hand ♡

Josh Kiszka x Reader

Josh comes home sick, and you take good care of him.

Companion fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Inhale/Exhale. ♡ ❀

Josh Kiszka x Fiancée!Reader || smut (18+ only)

You help Josh work out his frustration when he’s had a rough day at the studio.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Hot Stuff ♡ ❀

Josh Kiszka x Fiancée!Reader || smut (18+ only)

You show Josh just how much you like his new haircut.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Josh’s Song ♡

Josh Kiszka x Wife!Reader

The Cabin Fever gang celebrates Josh’s birthday.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Ethereal ♡ ✧

Josh Kiszka x Wife!Reader (Josh POV)

For Josh, home is where you are.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Kisses & Clementines ♡

Josh Kiszka x Wife!Reader

You and Josh pick out a name for your little one.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Bringing Me Home to You ♡ ✧

Josh Kiszka x Wife!Reader

You want to be happy when you see those two little lines, but Josh has been so distant. What if he's not happy too?

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Heart to Heart ♡

Josh Kiszka x Wife!Reader, Sam x Danny

You and Josh host Thanksgiving at your house, and your little family has more than one surprise in store for this holiday season.

Standalone fic in the Cabin Fever universe

Appetence ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Josh Kiszka x Reader, Sam Kiszka x Reader, Jake Kiszka x Reader, Danny Wagner x Reader || Dark fantasy AU || series (in progress)

A prince, a priest, a warrior, and a huntsman. They serve the god of the wood, and they have no choice but to obey when the Master demands a queen.

part one | part two

Sunshine Daydream ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Sam Kiszka x Reader || series (complete)

Friends can go on platonic vacations to cosy lakeside cabins, right?

part one | part two | part three | part four

I’ll Be Your Medicine ♡ ✧

Sam Kiszka x Reader

They say laughter is the best medicine, but you're pretty sure that's only because they've never met Sam.

Standalone fic in the Sunshine Daydream universe

I’ll Be Seeing You ♡

Sam Kiszka x Reader

When you're sad, Sam knows just how to comfort you.

Standalone fic in the Sunshine Daydream universe

Sweet Peach ♡ ✧

Sam Kiszka x Reader

Sometimes, you want special attention from Sam. He reminds you that all you have to do is ask.

Hollow to the Touch ♡ ✧

Sam Kiszka x Reader

At a party, you let your insecurity get the better of you and act out in jealousy, and the consequences cut deep for both you and Sam. At home, both of you hope that love is enough to fill up every hollow in a lover’s heart.

How Easy it is to Love You ♡

Sam Kiszka x Reader

When the world feels like a little too much, Sam’s always there to make things better, even if it means sitting under the kitchen table with you.

All That Love ♡

Sam Kiszka x Reader

In the band’s early days, you and Sam try to keep your budding romance a secret. Luckily for you, you have three best friends who are more than pleased to find out you and Sam are head over heels in love.

No Strings Attached ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Jake Kiszka x Reader, Josh x Baby, Sam x Danny || series (complete)

The destination wedding of a high school friend brings you and Jake together for the first time since graduation. Can you make it though a long weekend without killing each other, or worse, falling head over heels in love?

Companion series in the Cabin Fever universe

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

Affection ♡ ❀

Jake Kiszka x Reader || smut (18+ only)

Nothing hurts when you’re with Jake.

Standalone in the Cabin Fever universe

Evergreen ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Jake Kiszka x Reader, Josh x Baby, Sam x Danny || series (complete)

Jake takes you on your first vacation to the cabin the gang stays at every year. When memories of past relationships loom heavy, will this vacation send cracks through the foundation of safety and trust you have in each other?

Companion series in the Cabin Fever universe

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

Little Bird ♡ ✧

Jake Kiszka x Wife!Reader, Josh x Baby, Sam x Danny

You have a surprise for Jake.

Standalone in the Cabin Fever universe

Loverboy ❀

Jake Kiszka x Reader, Danny x Wife!Reader, Jake x Danny

Your husband brings you a present.

Good to Me in Every Way ♡

Jake Kiszka x Reader

You go with Jake to the Gibson interview shoot, and he’s good to you in every way.

Safe ♡ ❀ ✧

Jake Kiszka x Reader || smut (18+ only)

It’s early in your relationship with Jake, and you’re still learning the ropes. The first time things are less than perfect in bed, Jake does everything he can to make sure you feel loved and cherished and safe.

Fate of the Faithful ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Jake Kiszka x Reader || Pirate AU || series (in progress)

You’ve been called the Jewel of the Bay, a lady born and bred in one of the Royal Navy’s most profitable ports of call. On a fateful summer night, taken aboard the pirate ship Starcatcher, your world is turned upside down. To survive, you must put your faith in the honor among thieves and learn to trust the devotion of a pirate to his most precious treasure.

part one | part two | part three

Home for the Holidays ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Jake x Reader, Sam x Danny, Josh x Reader || series (in progress)

The Cabin Fever gang spends Christmas in Frankenmuth.

Companion series in the Cabin Fever universe

part one | part two | part three

My Sweet Lady ♡

Jake Kiszka x Reader

On a snowy December night, you and Jake play guitar on the back porch and try to find the courage to say what you’ve always wanted to.

Smoke Break ♡

Jake Kiszka x Reader

Your family is making you stressed over the holidays. Jake takes good care of you.

Four Weddings and a Funeral ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Danny Wagner x Reader || series (complete)

You and Danny haven't spoken in years. When the two of you stumble upon a week of weddings, funerals, and the hotel rooms in between, will fate rekindle your friendship or put the old flames out altogether?

With Your Head on My Shoulder ♡

Danny Wagner x Reader

You have a bad dream, and Danny’s there to take care of you.

Standalone in the Four Weddings universe

A Cowgirl’s Dream ♡ ❀

Danny Wagner x Reader || smut (18+ only)

Danny gets a cowboy hat at a show, and you show him just how much you like it.

Standalone in the Four Weddings universe

Can I Keep Coming Back to You? ♡

Danny Wagner x Reader

Danny comes home to you after a long day, and you show him the decorating you've been doing.

Standalone in the Four Weddings universe

Bad Case ♡ ❀

Danny Wagner x Reader || smut (18+ only)

You see Danny in scrubs and lose your mind.

Standalone in the Four Weddings universe

Kitkat ♡

Danny Wagner x Reader

You don’t like haunted houses. When you get scared by a big huge werewolf, you find you like the man behind the mask.

Honeyglow ♡

Danny Wagner x Reader

Back at the haunted house in the off-season, Danny and the boys are working on repairs to the set. You're still a scaredy-cat, and Danny's still your biggest fan.

Companion fic in the Kitkat universe

Violet Hour ♡

Danny Wagner x Reader

Under the soft glow of the purple Halloween lights, Danny is sweet to you like he always is.

Companion fic in the Kitkat universe

Dance Magic ♡

Danny Wagner x Reader

Danny's having a rough day, and sometimes all you need is love and a little magic to make it better.

Companion fic in the Kitkat universe

Bend It Until It Breaks ✧ ❀

Sheriff!Danny x Reader || smut (18+ only)

Danny shows up back at your door like he always does, and you almost believe him when he says he'll stay this time.

Emerald Green ♡ ❀

Danny Wagner x Reader || smut (18+ only)

Danny makes you a deal. You let him have his way with you, and he'll move your stupid green couch anywhere you want.

It’s a Wonderful Life ♡

Danny Wagner x Wife!Reader

You and Danny spend a quiet night in decorating your tree and watching the first snowfall.

Go Where True Love Goes ♡

Danny Wagner x Reader

Danny’s tired after a show, and you take good care of him.

Strawberry Sunscreen ♡ ❀

Danny Wagner x Reader || smut (18+ only)

At a house party, you and Danny sneak off for some sweet summer lovin’.

Where the Love Light Gleams ♡ ❀

Danny Wagner x Reader || smut (18+ only)

You have a headache, and Danny takes good care of you.

Perfect Fit ♡

Danny Wagner x Reader

When you’re hurting, Danny knows just what to do to make you feel better.

Wild and Blue - Discontinued ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Danny Wagner x Reader || series (discontinued)

In the middle of a sudden heartbreak, getting away for a weekend of camping with your best friend seems like both the best and the worst thing you could possibly do.

part one

Earnest, Eager ♡

Sam x Danny

Sam’s curious and earnest. Danny’s eager to help.

How Can I Tell You That I Love You? ♡

Sam x Danny

Sam's sick. Danny takes care of him. Neither of them knows the right words to say.

Butterfly Kisses ♡

Sam x Danny x Reader

Catastrophizing silly things works hard, but true love works harder.

Home for the Holidays ♡ ❀ ✧ ☆

Sam x Danny, Josh x Reader, Jake x Reader || series (in progress)

The Cabin Fever gang spends Christmas in Frankenmuth.

Companion series in the Cabin Fever universe

part one | part two | part three

#to be updated with more fics soon!!!#it's the hyperfixation babe <3 #maddie's gvf masterlist #greta van fleet fanfiction #gvf fanfiction #sam kiszka fanfiction #danny wagner fanfiction #sam kiszka x danny wagner #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka fanfiction #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka fanfiction #danny wagner x reader

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lumiereandcogsworth · 2 years ago

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I always wondered why Maurice chose that Village in particular to raise Belle. Did he live in the Village and move to Paris only to return when his wife died, or was he born in Paris? Maybe a secret third option?

EXCELLENT QUESTION.

I don’t think Villeneuve was particularly special to Maurice. I think he was born and raised in Paris, never really left, never really wanted to leave because he lived in the art capital of the world and he himself was desperate to be a real artist.

When the plague hit, and of course affected the big city in such a devastating way, I think he was simply told to get as far away as possible. When his wife is lying there, near death, and the plague doctor says “you must leave. Now.” I think they later told him that his best bet would be to just get as far from the big cities as he could. So he got on a wagon with a few belongings and his baby daughter and he just kept going and going as far south as he could.

They stayed in small towns and inns along the way, but he was so blind by his sadness that he just couldn’t stop. If he stopped it would hurt too much. If he stopped he’d have to hear his own thoughts instead of the roll and crunch of the wagon wheels against the trail. So they kept going, onward and onward.

Eventually they found Villeneuve. He wasn’t planning on staying forever, but the Inn Keeper told him about a cottage that happened to be vacated, and he was willing to give it to him for dirt cheap — given the circumstances. Maurice was so scared and confused and sad and his baby wouldn’t stop crying. She needed some place of stability. She wasn’t meant to live on the road. She wasn’t meant to live anywhere but the home she was born in. This was wrong. This was all so wrong.

Maurice accepted the offer and moved into the empty cottage. People were kind initially. They offered old furniture, old blankets, old clothes. The village priest offered his books and his friendship. Slowly, Maurice began to establish himself, he began to see the merits of the small town — the safety of it. He missed his city so much, he missed his home, he missed— God, he missed Maria so much he ached all over. He looked at their little girl’s face and he cried every time. Her mother’s eyes, her mother’s smile, her mother’s soft skin, her mother’s brunette hair. He was broken-hearted.

Villeneuve is not where he planned to end up, nothing was how he thought his life would go, nothing was how it was supposed to be. But he found shelter, sanctuary, and he promised Maria he would take care of their Belle, he promised he’d keep her alive and raise her safe and happy.

So, he decided to stay.

#sobs!!!!!!!! thank you that was a fantastic question #batb headcanons #papa maurice #beauty and the beast (2017)#beauty and the beast 2017 #batb 2017

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superjumpintomyheart · 2 years ago

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How about some North California wedding headcanons? I love them sm let’s go lesbians

AWWEE YEAH BABY WE'RE COMPLETING THE LESBIAN WEDDING TRIO!!! (pearlina, agent 24, north california) lets go lesbians!!!

Nori is the one who proposed, she planned a whole date for the two of them and made sure callie got her nails done and just gave her the most magical night ever. She told Callie about how much she loves her and how much they've been through together, then she spoke in octarian, "My sunshine, my golden light, Callie... will you marry me?"

Callie cried a lot because she was so happy, the engagement ring is a beautiful trillion cut diamond that has tiny refractions of rainbow light inside it, on a silver band that has accentuating triangular diamonds on either side of the main setting.

When they actually have the wedding, Callie get's the wedding band and it's a simple silver as well with small pink and white diamonds alternating colors.

Nori's wedding set is non traditional and gorgeous, a marquise cut black diamond sitting on a silver band that kind of twirls out from where the main setting is. The wedding band is silver and adds two round cut, deep magenta diamonds sitting on each side of the black one, creating this sort of angular design.

Marina is Nori's Maid of Honor, and Marie is Callie's ofc ofc

Callie has a lot more social connections than Nori, but they keep their wedding fairly small to just celebrate the love between them without either of them feeling overwhelmed.

NSS members are all invited, some participate in the bridal parties (aka captain 3 in callie's) but most are just there to attend.

Deep cut is there as well! Big man probably helps MC it or is the priest who marries them or something, I think he'd be certified for that

Instead of saying their vows to each other in front of everyone they have a private moment where they share their intimate vows with each other, then during the ceremony they lock those papers inside a box to signify them keeping their promises forever (my cousin did this at his wedding and im stealing the idea bc its precious)

Callie wears a flowy white dress, it's strapless with a sweetheart neckline and the bodice hugs her figure well. The top is jeweled to the nines, various sizes of sparkling crystals decorate her chest and upper body and cover almost the entire bodice. The transition from jeweled top to the skirt of the dress is smooth with the jewels continuing to spread out as they move downward. Then it becomes is a soft and fluffy floor length gown, its lightweight and bouncy just like her.

Nori wears a classic white suit and a floral tie, with jeweled accents that match Callie's dress. They are sprinkled along the shoulders of the jacket, the rim of her sleeve cuffs, and two lapel pins on each side of her collar shine like the diamond in Callie's ring.

The two of them are pristine and sleek together, Nori having gained so much confidence since when she first met Callie all those years ago. The wedding is a dream come true for both of them.

Their honeymoon is definitely on the beach! they rent like a vacation home or something right on the shore so they can just walk right down to the ocean whenever they want. Callie is a beach girl- can't be called California and not be a beach girl, and Nori is too! She just didn't know it until they went.

i got a bit carried away i hope this is alright i know i didn’t write as much for the other ships kshdfdfkjshk

#splatoon #splatoon oc #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #callie splatoon #callie cuttlefish #nori octo gf #octoling gf #callie x nori #north california #squid sisters #splatoon headcanons #splatoon hcs #splatoon original character

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tharros-auris-black-asimi · 3 years ago

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Like real people do (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Dark Priest Bucky Barnes x Singer Reader

Summary: Six months after meeting the Priest of the Catholic Church on the opening night of Faust, James has finally told you the truth about himself. You however, unable to cope with this new set of information, decide to take a little vacation away, in order to process your thoughts.

James though? James is utterly and completely devasted by this new development. The man has become a reclused shell of himself.

Your siblings though? They just want their boss to stop moping and get his shit back together. With no other choice in the matter, your siblings and Natalia Alianova Romanov scheme to get the two of you back together.

Because if the two of you won't make a move, then they will.

Chapter Warnings: Modern AU, Bucky and the Reader being pining idiots, angst, Star and Alpine mourning for each other, hijinks, the Three Stooges and Natalia being matchmakers, plot twists, and flashbacks.

Additional Notes: I'm not sorry. Please tell me how crappy my plot twists are in the comments or reblogs.

Any suggestions would be welcome! Like, for real.

As always, if you'd like to read this chapter on my AO3, you can read it here.

Word Count: 6745

That following day, with you...

When you got up the following day, very early in the morning in your hotel room so you could get to the airport— you could feel it.

This felt odd.

You felt odd.

Everything felt as if it was out of place.

Even Star, when you got up, noticed. She had lifted her head up, even before you had quietly told her to get up.

She knew.

It was time to go home.

Star had lounged on your bed as she watched you quickly look over everything. You were going to be arriving at the airport a good two hours early, because that way, you could beat traffic. Not to mention, you’d have more than enough time to buy yourself some breakfast and coffee. After feeding Star a quick breakfast, you went back to looking over your things and packing stuff you might have missed.

Once she saw that you had finished gathering your things, Star jumped down. Like the good Chihuahua that she was, she allowed you to put her in her harness. Clipping the buckle on, she watched as you buckled her dog collar on too. It was a nice pink one, to match her harness. Her dog tag was silver, and on the back of it was her name in a nice font, with your contact information on down below it.

Shaking herself off in order to wake herself up a bit, Star whined at you. Even pawed towards your direction.

She missed the big guy. And his cat.

Mostly his cat. But him too.

Watching as you pulled up your suitcase handle by pressing that weird thingy in the middle, you softly spoke to her.

“Okay. I think we’re ready to go.”

Getting to the airport hadn’t been hard. You had paid for an Uber and your Uber driver had been a fast one. You had gotten there in less than ten minutes.

Star, on the other hand, was completely and utterly spooked. When she heard you thank the Uber driver, she immediately jumped out after you had opened the door to get out. After getting your suitcase from the trunk, you and Star made your way inside the airport.

A quick check-in later with your luggage and your carry-on later, you headed your merry down to the escalator with Star, who was more than happy to head up the weird contraception. A few kids, as they passed by you, pointed enthusiastically at their parents, squealing in Greek about the doggie. You had no idea what they were saying, but you were pretty sure they were talking about how cute she was.

Star lifted her head up in a snotty way. Oh, she was proud. She was very, very proud. She knew she was cute. People should fawn over her. As they should.

Happily walking up to the little Starbucks place after going to the little McDonald’s, you ordered your usual. Caffée Latte but with almond milk. After getting your drink with a scone, you and Star walked back to your seat at the gate.

Munching down on your breakfast, your ever-loyal companion stood guard, watching everyone walk by her. Even though it was five AM in the morning, there were people getting on and off flights.

Finally, after an hour, your flight was called and you got onto the plane. Settling into your seat after putting your suitcase in the compartment above you. Star hopped into your lap, turning a few times before she settled down. Nestling her head into your jeans, Star began to snooze off.

Your hand slipped into your jacket pocket, pulling out your AirPod case. Taking out your AirPods, you connected them to your phone before putting a random song on. AirPods in your ears, you closed your eyes, falling asleep with your precious loyal doggie companion on your lap.

With Bucky, around the afternoon in Russia…

“Okay. You need to listen to me. Okay? Stop moping. Good God— this is like when Yelena didn’t invite you to her Sweet Sixteen all over again.”

Natalia watched as James gave her a glare.

Like how he had been looking at everyone ever since he walked into the main headquarters.

And quite frankly, she was sick and tired of seeing him look like a kicked puppy. It was for a better word, annoying.

When she had come to visit him, because it was an off-day from rehearsals, she had been fully prepared to see the person whom she always had thought of as a brother moping.

But not this hard.

“I had a right to be moping that one time. She didn’t even tell me she wanted to be spending her birthday in Morocco.” James snapped at the redhead.

Natalia just let out a frustrated groan, face-palming herself so loud, that maybe the mob in the next state over would have even heard it. “Yasha,” she said slowly as if she was talking to a mere little child, “… everyone knew that she wanted to spend her birthday in Morocco. She even texted the fucking group chat. You’re in the group chat.”

James didn’t have an answer to that.

Expressing a sigh, she leaned back in her chair. Switching to English, “Listen, Yasha. I came here to tell you that you need to get off your ass. And also— I told you so.”

James scowled at her. Giving her the ugliest look imaginable. “I told you to tell her sooner, rather than later. You promised her siblings you would tell her right after the holidays were done. Did you forget or something? This isn’t like you, Yasha!”

“Come on Yasha! I told you when I gave you my blessing to date my best friend that I told you to be honest with her! You promised me that you would be honest with her, for fucks sake! What happened to that, huh? Did you just forget? Were you that pussy whipped?”

“Of course not!”

Natalia didn’t even flinch when James slammed his hands on the table, looking over at her as his back bent over, looking at her with absolute fury in his eyes. “I thought about it every fucking day,” he seethed through his teeth, “I thought about telling her every day for six months. But I couldn’t do it.”

“Why not!” she exclaimed.

“Because I love her, Natalia! Okay? I love her and I’m fucking selfish!” James bellowed.

This time, Natalia did flinch.

For as long as she had known James, she had never really seen him express his feelings. Sure, he had been a ladies' man in his day before he had been drafted into the army but after… after, it seemed as if a switch had been flipped within him. He hadn’t been able to quite express himself when they had been young children, but after coming back from war, it seemed that the secluded boy she had known in her youth had become quiet.

Especially after Dreykov had died from a heart attack and James had taken his place. Natalia just assumed that everything would just be normal.

But then, James had to go off and become a damn priest for the Catholic church as a fucking side gig.

A fucking side gig!

And then, as if her life couldn’t get chaotic enough— the opening night of Faust had come and then, James saw you.

She knew that look.

Oh yes, Natalia Ailanova Romanov knew that look of James quite well. It was the look that he wore when he knew he wanted something.

But the first look she had seen of his… that smitten look… she had never seen that before.

Just like the look of pure pain and grief that was currently on his face.

Natalia had never seen those looks before. Ever in her life.

So seeing this?

It was strange. Very, very strange.

“I’m in love with her, Natalia. I wanna marry her.” James mourned, looking so sad that she even had to admit that she felt bad for him.

Natalia crossed her arms at him. “I’m not telling you this as her best friend, Yasha. I’m telling you as yours. You should have been honest with her from the start. If she ever comes back, give her space to continue to think things over. Don’t be so clingy. And also, stop moping— it’s a terrible look on you.”

With that said and done, Natalia stood up from the chair and abruptly walked out of James’s office, closing the door behind her. Walking down the long hallway, she was suddenly pulled into a different hallway.

“… What happened in there?” A man’s voice hissed to her.

Scott.

Pursing her lips at him, the redhead answered him. “I told Yasha to get his head out of his ass. He admitted he’s in love with our dear Songbird.”

Numerous facepalms echoed.

“Anyone with eyes could see that. Literally anyone.”

Natalia was sure that had been Kurt muttering to himself. She was sure about that.

“Well, James wasn’t really all that… observant with his feelings,” Sharon commented lightly. Carefully choosing her words. But, Natalia let out a snort anyway. “Clearly,” was her deadpanned reply.

“Anywho—“ Natalia clicked her acrylic red nails together, “… we need a new change of plan.”

“A new change of plan?” Kurt echoed. “For what?” he was baffled.

“To get Yasha and Songbird back together so he can stop moping, obviously,” Natalia said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Is that even a good idea?” Scott piped up, looking a little skeptical. Kurt gave a somewhat of a grunting noise. It sounded like he very much agreed with his brother.

“Would you prefer Yasha moping and drinking? Being an absolute and utter mess? Would you also prefer our precious Songbird be sad and depressed all the time?”

Especially because Yasha’s the reason why our Songbird isn’t a virgin anymore?

But Natalia didn’t dare say that knowledge into the world. No, she did not. Because quite frankly, it was no one’s business who you slept with. That was in between you and you alone.

And sure, she had been the one to encourage the relationship between you and James. She would fully admit that when James had called her later that night after she had come home with her little sister Yelena back to the Romanov home, that she had suggested for James to pursue a relationship with you.

The redhead had finished getting ready for the night, gently pressing the towel in between her ginger locks gently, to get any water from it so her hair could dry faster.

And all of a sudden, her phone began to beep and buzz from on top of her dresser near her bed. Finishing patting her hair dry, she put her towel down and walked to her bed. Picking up her phone from her dresser, she clicked the green button and put her phone against her ear.

“Hello?”

“Natalia.”

“Yasha?”

To say she was mildly surprised was an understatement. Yasha usually never called this late.

“What’s up? You never call this late,” Natalia slipped on a pair of sweats as she smoothed down her tank top. Placing her phone back on top of her dresser, she clicked the speaker button. Yasha’s voice floated out into the room. Like sunlight pouring into a church.

“The opera singer.”

“Which opera singer, Yasha?’ Natalia sighed. “We have more than one, you know. We’re an opera house.”

Not appreciating his childhood friend’s sass towards him at this very moment in time, James rolled his eyes from where he was in his own home. Alpine herself was happily playing with her yarn ball, the white feline perched on her back as she pawed at her toy. Clearly distracted and not paying attention to her cat daddy who was also busy at this very moment.

“The actress that played Marguerite.”

One of Natalia’s eyebrows rose in consideration. She uttered your name in surprise, taken aback. “Why? Did you not like her performance? Papa said that he would have made her the lead and not the understudy, had she not been able to dance better than Hope. Hope’s always been the much better dancer than she is.”

“No, no.” James sounded a little irritated from his line. “I quite liked her performance. You know I did.”

Yes, she had seen the look that James had given you. When she had been on stage with the other ballet rats. She had noticed. She had seen the look you had given him, too when you had finally locked eyes with the man. She had seen it clear as day.

The redhead had known, had gotten a sneaking suspicion that something was going to brew between the two of you.

She just hadn’t anticipated that it was going to happen this quickly.

Not this quickly. It was quick. Even for James.

“Yasha,” Natalia sighed, and James knew he was in for yet another lecture that the redhead was going to give him, “… look, alright—“ she rubbed her temples a little, to try and ease the incoming headache. “I wouldn’t discourage you in trying to pursue something with her. I won’t. I love you. You’re like my brother. But… she’s like a sister to me, Yasha. You have to know that. I’ve known her for a long time. We grew up together during the summers that she would be singing with us when we were kids. After all she’s been through… I don’t want to see her get hurt. Don’t hurt her Yasha.”

“I won’t Natalia,” James promised her.

“I won’t.”

So, that turned out to be a huge ass fucking lie.

Even as Natalia loomed on her thoughts and decided what she had wanted to do with Yasha being an absolute fucking dumbass with you, she couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit sorry for him.

Well. Mostly for you, but she felt bad for Yasha too. He looked like a pitiful kicked puppy that just got told that its owner was going to leave them for a short trip without them.

Honestly, it was kinda sad when you thought about it.

But really, Natalia was just sick and tired of hearing about how sad Yasha was all the time. She was sick and tired of looking at him during church every Sunday and knowing that when no one else would be looking at him, that he’d be on his phone and looking at all the pictures he had taken with you over the span of six months.

It was so frustrating! And annoying too! Ugh!

Grumbles came from Kurt and Scott. Sharon had the decency to look sympathetic while Hope was holding back a snicker. Then, when Natalia mentioned James’s mood, her face which was full of amusement dropped. Her lips curled into a deep scowl. “He’s been moping and groaning all week long!” hissed Hope. “Moping, groaning, moaning. And drinking!” She hastily added that last bit, because it was the one that stuck out to her the most.

And! And! Hope had heard Scott mutter over dinner last night that you had told him over the phone that Star, your lovable, brave, precious, and ever-loyal Chihuahua dearly missed her cat friend. Alpine, whenever James would bring her to the office, would walk up and down the halls on patrol.

Like she was doing now. The white feline trotted up to the little group, giving a cute meow. She began to purr when Hope bent down, reaching to scratch her ears from behind. Alpine purred deeply and stretched her hind legs back, her spine curling up in bliss. This led to the brunette opera singer to pick her up and nestle her in her arms as Alpine rubbed her little pink nose on Hope’s cheek. Meowing as purring as she did so.

In truth, Alpine did also miss her golden-furred canine bestie. Star was possibly one of the only slobbering beasts that the cat could consider a friend. As shy and timid as Star was sometimes, the dog proved to be good company. They slept near each other a lot and shared a mutual confusion on why they would hear loud sounds of depravity coming from her cat daddy’s room a lot over the past six months. Now that her dog's best friend had vanished for a week, Alpine was growing concerned. Disturbed. Her doggie friend had never left her for this long before!

Outrageous! It was simply outrageous!

Alpine would be going immediately to her human and she would meow in demand to have her partner in crime back. Because this? This was simply just unacceptable. Any more days she had to suffer without your doggie by her side to cause chaos with?

Truly and totally unacceptable.

However, the white cat purred and preened in Hope’s arms. She listened with keen ears as the humans talk in their weird language back and forth. Natalia and Sharon were animatedly talking about something, and Alpine only picked up on your name. It made her peek her head up to meow in curiosity. Both women stopped their conversation, looking at the white female cat.

“Has Alpine met our little Songbird?” Natalia wondered.

“Do you think she went over to his house?” Scott spoke in horror, his face twisted into what could only be described as him realizing his worst fear had been made a reality.

Kurt cursed in Russian as he shook his head no, obviously trying to deny a fact.

“That’s what you choose to focus on?!” Sharon exclaimed in exasperation. The blonde woman threw her arms up in an I-give-up gesture as Alpine meowed her agreement. “Thank you, Alpie. At least someone here agrees with me.” Inhaling deeply, Sharon gave Alpine the mother of all head rubs in order to calm herself down a little. It only led to Alpine purring louder.

“They saw each other for six months,” Hope pointed out as she shook her head in fondness towards her husband and her brother-in-law, “… they obviously had to have gone to each other’s places at least once.”

Kurt and Scott looked like they were about ready to throw in the towel, up until a light bulb went off in Natalia’s head. Clicking her fake nails together, it caught everyone’s attention.

“There’s a mob gathering next month.”

“Yeah? What about it?” questioned Scott, who seemed to regain his composure.

“What if we invite our Songbird to come?” Natalia suggested. “Are you crazy Talia?!” Kurt hissed to her. “Our dad told her not to tell her about our jobs even if it meant we were in a frigging hospital!”

Natalia’s face softened. “You out of all people here know that she doesn’t remember anything about your jobs. I don’t even know if she even put together the clues. I don’t know if Yasha told her about the rest of you, or if he just told her about him, but if it bothers you that much— you’re better off telling her yourselves. In person.”

“So why is the mob gathering important in this case?” Kurt questioned. A dark eyebrow raised in consideration and intrigue. “Because Kurt,” Natalia began to explain as if she was talking to a mere toddler, “… if we invite her, then Yasha will see her. They see each other, Yasha gets emotional or maybe a little bit possessive, they get horny thots, bing bang boom— they probably fuck somewhere secret and they make up. Everyone’s happy.”

Kurt and Scott simply stared at her as if she announced on a wooden box that she was going to cut her hair in a bob, dye it blonde, change her name to Roxie Hart, and join a cabaret show.

“… Please tell me you’re joking…”

“No!” Natalia glared at the two of them. “I am one-hundred percent serious. Invite her to the mob gathering. Make sure she comes. And go tell her about your damn jobs. Now, if you’ll excuse me—“ Natalia abruptly turned the other way, so she could get the hell outta this shady ass hallway and back to where the front door was— “… I have to go back to the opera house. See you later.”

Leaving your three siblings and Hope Van Dyke dumbfounded on what to do next.

A few days later, at your apartment in Moscow...

After that little pep talk with Natalia, it had led your three half-siblings, sans Hope, to see you at your little cozy apartment a few days later.

All of your three half-siblings were huddled up in your apartment which was still surprisingly clean and not a tornado. Although, your bedroom was a bit of a mess, considering the fact that you were still in the process of unpacking all your shit.

Star was not amused.

Like— at all.

When someone had knocked on your apartment door and rang the doorbell, the golden-furred love of your life had fully been expecting Alpine and the big guy.

She had not been expecting your half-siblings to be at the door looking sheepish and innocent to the point where even she was suspecting something sus was going on.

She was getting real shady vibes from all three of them. So it made sense to her that she watched them all with a critical eye, keeping a sharp glare at them like she imagined their heads popping off. Even growling lowly in warning when one of them tried to talk to her.

Oh yeah. She was pissed.

And who would blame her?

Really?

She was lamenting! Brooding! Howling to all stars in the universe for the feeling of missing her best furry friend and the shenanigans the two would get into together.

Nestling her head on top of her paws, she lowered her eyes to look at your three half-siblings.

“… Is she okay?” Sharon asked you, looking at poor Star, who wasn’t having it at all. Based on the ugly look she was currently giving at the three of them. “She probably thought the two of you would be James or Alpine,” you replied with a sigh as you gave your three siblings a bottle of water each. You plopped back down on your couch with a little grunt. Star, who had gotten up from where she was on the floor, lifted herself up to hop herself onto the couch and onto your lap. Getting herself all nice and comfy, she nestled her head on your lap with a soft rumble. You rubbed her head gently.

“Her and Alpine became friends,” still rubbing Star’s head, a deep whine came from the girl in question. Your poor doggie whined and cried, clearly mourning the loss of her friend.

“Poor baby,” Sharon sympathized, rubbing Star’s spine. Star just continued to whimper and whine. After a little more, she eventually settled down.

“So, why did you guys come and visit me? Usually, you aren’t this urgent.” Leaning back into your couch, you watched your sibling’s faces slowly twist and turn into ones of embarrassment.

“Ah, well, you see…” Scott began to nervously chuckle, which made you raise a brow in interest. “Uh-huh,” you said, bringing the water bottle up to your lips, “… go on.”

“Do you remember when James told you about… you-know-what?” Scott started suggestively as if he was testing the waters.

You couldn’t help but purse your lips.

You even put down your water bottle. Your eyebrows scrunched together, much closer together because you were lowering your face to look down at your coffee table, deep in thought.

A sigh left you as you thought about your week-long vaca in Greece.

Everything bubbled over the surface and suddenly, you didn’t really know if you had really thought things over, forget to process all of this new information at all.

“Yeah. Yeah, I remember Scottie.” was all that came out of your mouth.

“Well…” more nervous chuckling, “… ah… how do I put this…”

“Just spill it out, Scott.” you groaned.

“We work for him.”

You nearly smacked your water bottle away.

“Come again?” you asked in bewilderment. “We work for him. Me. Sharon. Kurt.” Scott spoke again, even helping you out by elaborating his statement.

Silence.

The Three Stooges really thought your brain had stopped working there.

More silence.

Star even lifted her head in disarray, her dark brown eyes wide in horror as your anxious baby crept back against you. When she noticed you were looking a bit shell-shocked, your precious girl lifted her head up and rubbed her face against your chest through the soft material of your shirt, trying to get your attention. Even whining and pawing at you to make you look down at her.

Luckily, it had garnered your attention. You looked down at her, gently petting her head.

Then, you looked back up to your three half-siblings, who looked at you with sheepish looks on their faces.

Instead of anticipating you yelling at them, demanding why you hadn’t been told this vital piece of information, all you did was give them another sigh.

“I knew I should’ve stayed in Greece longer,” you muttered under your breath, resisting the urge to facepalm yourself.

This was simply way too much drama for you to handle.

Way too much.

First, your extremely hot priest boyfriend told you that he was actually a mafia boss and the priest job was just a side gig? And now this?

This?!

Nope.

Nope with a big NOPE.

“Greece is pretty good this time of year,” Sharon added, obviously trying to heighten your spirits.

“Does dad know?” You landed on asking. All three of them nodded in response. “Yeah,” Kurt was speaking now, “—he was the one that sponsored me and Scott. And Sharon, after she pestered him for a million years.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that part. Sharon just smacked the back of his head. Kurt just let out a shout, making Star bark in alarm.

Apologizing profusely to the golden-furred canine, Star eventually chose to jump off of your lap and trotted her way into the kitchen to drink some water from her water bowl.

“Also, we wanted to know if you wanted to attend a mob gathering next month,” Kurt asked. You raised a brow again, clearly interested. “Will… will I have to see him?” You asked in an uncertain tone. “I mean, yeah— he’s the regional crime boss. He’s always at events like these. Gotta keep that image nice and squeaky clean, right?” shrugged Kurt.

You chewed on your bottom lip.

At the mention of the big guy, as she had been walking back, Star sat in front of Kurt and wagged her tail on the floor. “Oh, you like him too huh? Like mother like daughter,” Kurt reached down to scratch her behind the ears, which Star greatly appreciated.

“I mean, can you blame me? He’s truly the most Devil Dick I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Bobbing her head up and down, the Three Stooges watched as Star physically voiced her agreement with you on that statement.

“Uh-huh…”

Star moved from her spot, jumping onto Kurt’s lap. She always did like Kurt. He wasn’t as loud as Scott was sometimes, and unlike Sharon, wasn’t eager to involve your precious Chihuahua in his schemes or pranks. Or whatever the shit he got himself into these days.

And he gave great belly rubs.

So there was that too. Perched on her back, she greatly enjoyed Kurt giving her the mother of all belly rubs, preening.

“So,” Scott cleared his throat. “Would you like to go with us?”

You leaned forward.

“Well…”

In Moscow somewhere…

Hank Pym watched the man was that was currently seated in the middle of his couch. Staring him down, like how he had done when the man in front of him was a mere boy. Not the fully grown adult that he was now.

Never, in his life had he ever thought of this.

This!

Never in his life would he ever think something like this would ever happen to him.

Nu-uh.

Staring down at the man who was seated in the middle of his couch, Hank took in a deep breath.

James. Yasha. Bucky. Winter.

Just what had this world come to?

Truly?

“So what you’re telling me, James,” Hank started to say, “… is that you’ve been… fonduing with my daughter? My first daughter? The pride and joy of my life? The one that works at the Bolshoi Opera House?”

“Yes, Hank,” James replied, a certain edge to his voice.

“And it took you six months to tell her about your true nature?” Hank questioned.

A nod was sent his way.

Even though he appeared composed on the outside, inside of him though, Hank was screaming. Shouting. Never had he even seen pure unfiltered red in his life.

“Did you… did you deflower her?”

Deflower you? What was this, the Middle Ages? James was truly baffled by the older man’s use of language. But as he watched the silver-haired man raise a weathered hand, he was inclined to speak the truth.

And speak the truth he did.

“Yeah. I was her first.”

And it was there, there that Hank had lost it.

“For the love of God Yasha! Why didn’t you tell me this? Why didn’t she tell me this?” Hank thundered in his direction, clearly getting closer to losing his shit.

“Maybe because she didn’t want to express her sex life to you?” James suggested cheekily.

“Do not use that tone with me. I am still older than you.” Hank snapped.

Like the smug little shit that he was, James just leaned back into the couch.

“Why didn’t you want her to know about this part of your life?” he questioned him.

Expressing a sigh, Hank joined him on the couch. Turning his head, so he could look at him. “My marriage with my first wife didn’t end so well, as you know. If my daughter’s told you any details. But… my first wife wanted nothing to do with our world, son. She simply was not cut out for the life of crime. So we agreed on getting a divorce. She got full custody of our dear little Songbird and eventually, I moved on with my second wife. We had Scott, Kurt, and Sharon. And then, my darling girl joined the opera house. I always kept tabs on her. Someone always informed me of her well-being. You might already know who he is.”

Alexei. There was no one else closer than you or was a father figure towards you other than Alexei.

“… Of course, we both agreed to keep it hush hush,” Hank continued on. “He told me how she was doing. How things were going on at the Opera House. My daughter was happy, and as long as she was, I decided I wouldn’t interfere with her life.”

“Until I found out her mother had kicked her out of the house.”

James saw Hank’s facial expression from one of calmness turn into one of rightfully placed anger. Clenching a weathered tattoo-faded hand into a fist, “I was absolutely livid when I found out what happened with Stane. Forget him creeping after all of those poor girls, but daring to go after my own daughter? I nearly wanted his head on a spike for that.”

James jerked back, a look of surprise on his face. Hank this time around however, suddenly gave him a look of concern. “Son?”

“You knew before me?” he breathed out in shock.

“He never… got to touch me. But… I… I was terrified. I really thought he was going to do that. I really thought he was going to take advantage of me. I really thought he was going to rape me if Kurt hadn’t been able to come and get me.”

Your words echoed in his mind at that very moment. A chill ran down his spine, his blood nearly running cold.

Just like last time.

“I had heard that he had gone after my daughter. Did he?” Hank’s voice had an edge to it now. James shook his head. “Stane didn’t… he didn’t do it. He didn’t rape her. But he tried to. If it weren’t for Kurt… he might have.”

Gritting his teeth and resisting the urge to bring back Obadiah Stane from the dead so he could kill him with his own two hands, Hank relented.

Thank goodness for Kurt.

“Good. Good.”

A beat of silence came after that until James spoke up. “For what it’s worth, Hank… I really do love your daughter. I do. I wanted to tell her about me… about our world, for the past six months. I really did.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

James wasn’t going to lie, that stung him a bit.

“Because I was being greedy. I wanted… I wanted more time with her. I hadn’t felt like this with anyone. I didn’t mean to hurt her, really, I just…” James trailed off, and Hank pushed down the urge to really facepalm himself in disappointment.

Good Lord, it was worse than he thought.

Never would he thought he would see the day that James would be fully pussy whipped for a woman.

And the women being his own daughter, for goodness sake!

Truly, Hank did not know what to do with this information now.

Expressing a sigh, Hank just placed a hand on the young man’s shoulder. “James. I don’t like the fact that you and my daughter were sneaking off behind my back. I don’t like the fact that you broke your vow of celibacy for her, either. But, I understand that you care for her. Tremendously. But son, you messed up. That is on you. You must apologize. Own up to your own actions. Do you understand?”

He understood.

He got it.

A nod came from the young man.

After James went home, Hank was left alone.

Sitting in the living room, looking at the bookcases where books in English and Russian lined the brown shelves. Pictures of his family lined the white walls, and Hank couldn’t help but walk through memory lane. Seeing picture after picture with his own children.

Until he stopped at one that people didn’t seem to notice, because he kept it so well hidden. Even his own children, whenever they came to visit, did not see it.

A picture was framed in this little hiding spot.

It made Hank remember when you had taken it.

“Sasha! C’mon! We’re gonna be late!”

The twenty-seven-year-old only looked amused.

Seventeen-year-old you was tugging on his arm, ushering him along as the two of you were currently across the street from the ice cream parlor.

“You really want ice cream that badly, huh?” Your Sasha had teased you lightly. You gave him a pout. “Come on Sasha!” You complained, grabbing onto his jacket sleeve, tugging him with you to the light. “I never see you anymore! Why don’t I ever see you anymore?” you whined at him.

“Probably because I’m older than you. Must be our different ages.” Sasha teased you in a light tone, which made your pout all that much bigger. “Everyone says that,” your voice had dropped to a hushed mutter, almost like you were ready to throw a tantrum. However, your face became downtrodden as you walked across the street to cross the light, walking in front of Sasha to get to the front entrance of the ice cream parlor.

Your Sasha however, had noticed your sudden distress as he caught up with you. Like the gentleman that he was, he opened the door and allowed you to walk in first. After ordering your usual, the two of you found a table to sit at.

With an awkward silence that stretched on far too long for his liking, James finally broke it.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked you. “Everybody’s always talking about we shouldn’t be friends cause you’re older than me.” you lamented. “You’re the only one who understands me, Sasha. Why can’t people see that? Yeah, you’re too old for me—“ Sasha held his heart in mock offense. “Stab me right in the right, why won’t you,” he said in mock surrender, making you snicker at the expression on his face.

“But you’re my friend, Sasha!” You continued as if you hadn’t even heard him. “And like, I wanna spend more time with you. Can’t I spend more time with you?”

“You know why,” his murmur was low. And it made you sad.

Biting your lip, you leaned into his shoulder. “Do you really have to go back after?”

“Yes,” Sasha nodded. You just sighed.

“It’ll be alright,” Sasha assured you, holding you close. Like when you had found out that your parents were getting a divorce all over again, and he was the only one you could go to because he was the only one who got it. He was the only one who could understand how you felt.

“I’ll spend the rest of the day with you. But then— I have to go back.” his voice was low in your ear. A small glimmer of hope flushed in you. Lifting your head up, you took out your phone from the back pocket of your jeans.

Sasha huddled up closer to you, looking amused as you quickly unlocked your phone with your thumb, snapping a quick picture. “There!” you announced, looking gleeful, “That way, you’ll always have me wherever you go.”

“You gotta send it to me first,” he chuckled at you. Like a light bulb flashing in your mind, you nearly cried out in shock. “Shit! You’re right!” you gasped a little. You quickly sent him the picture, and you watched as he made it his background picture.

“There,” said your Sasha softly, “—now I have you to look at whenever we’re not together.”

Hank released a small sigh as he looked at the picture of you and James. Both of you smiling at the camera, without a care in the world.

He hadn’t been stupid, he had someone following you and James that day. But James had told him, swore up and down that he thought of you only as Kurt and Scott’s sister. Even though the Carter children were a few years older than you, the three siblings always had seen you as the older one. You had always been more imposed, more serious than Kurt and Scott, who played pranks. Even Sharon, who would be off gossiping with the other girls her age in Little Moscow. You had always been alone.

Well, until you met James. After meeting him, you had started to open up a little.

There was a part of him that wished to never have introduced you to George’s son. If he hadn’t, then maybe you wouldn’t have been involved with that damn scandal with the priest. Hank should have fought for custody over you, so he could take care of you. Clearly, your mother had raised you fine, but with all of that trauma?

Absolutely not.

And just then, there was a knock at the door.

He was confused.

Had James forgotten something?

Making his way to his front door, he quickly unlocked the door.

There you were.

Holding onto Star’s leash, looking as if you had seen a ghost. Hank was too stunned for words when all of a sudden, you had hugged him tight like you were a young girl again.

“I saw him.” Never had you ever sounded that broken before.

“I remember him,” you whispered into your father’s ear, nearly gasping because the pain was too much. You felt as if your chest was being squeezed tight.

“I remember him. Sasha.”

“My Sasha.”

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edgessunflower · 1 year ago

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It's me again sweetie sorry to request a second time but can I have disaster 🌪️ with Damian priest?

Absolutely!

Twister of emotions

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: You and Damian are emotional after going through a tornado

You and Damian were hanging out with Dom, Finn, and Rhea when the rain started and by the time you all said your goodbyes and the two of you headed home the rain was pounding nonstop. Suddenly the sky echoed with thunder and the next thing either of you knew was the car was flipped and turning before everything went dark the last thing you saw was damian with a terrified expression on his face as the two of you held each other's hands tightly before it was all dark and quiet, you wake up groaning in pain as you hold your head eyes wide ing as you pull it away only to see blood on your hand using a tree to help stand up as you look around seeing debris of houses and fences along with damian's turned over car looking around frantically "Damian?! Baby where are you!?" you hear groaning looking to find a little boy who couldn't have been more than fourteen at most helping him up as the two of you walk hand in hand up the road looking for his mom and damian finding a group of people helping each other who gladly took the two of you into the big farmhouse where you got stitches. You learn the boy's name was Cal and becoming real close with a woman named Katie who was on vacation with her older sister Tala, all of you head to town to see if you could help anyone else while finding loved ones stopping when you hear a familiar voice but dazed, full of worry and pain as you slowly turn eyes wide full of tears as you and damian lock eyes instantly running inti each other's arms sobbing as the two of you thank everyone else and your eyes pour more tears when you see katie reunite with her sister tala and after getting to the local hospital for proper treatment seeing cal reunite with his mom Renee, the two of you crumble when your three friends storm in hugging the two of you and staying with the two of you in the hospital and all of you sleep in the living room of your home that night as the two of you process what happened leading to both of you having therapy to recover together never leaving without a long hug, emotional kiss, and an I love you after that fateful day.

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little-lemon-lattes · 4 years ago

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🌜Zelda Spellman x fem! reader

—— Word count: 2.2k

—— Warnings: none, just a little bit fluffy 🥳

—— Summary: You are left home alone with Zelda one weekend and you’re full of nerves! She has been nothing but an ice queen since you met, and now seems like the perfect opportunity for her to tell you exactly what she thinks of you while everyone else is gone.

It was just the two of you in the house this weekend. Just Zelda, just you.

It shamed you to admit it, but when Hilda had told you that she was going to test the waters in staying the whole weekend with Dr C- followed closely by Ambrose and Sabrina’s revelations that they, too, would be spending the next few nights with their respective partners – it had been hard to contain the strange bubbly feeling that had ignited in your belly. Only you and Zelda in that enormous house, for two whole days and nights?! It would be an understatement to say that it was making you nervous.

Zelda Spellman was a formidable woman, to say the least. It had been close to three months now since Hilda had extended the Spellman hospitality to you, offering you a large and handsome room, along with all the usual luxuries everyone had grown so jealous of the Spellman cousins for. Hilda had never explained why she did it – you expected she had her reasons in there somewhere – but you were now, and in every essence, a part of the Spellman family. And it was no exaggeration to say that from almost the moment you had walked through their colossal front door (nothing but a rucksack in hand), all signs had pointed to Zelda’s utter disapproval of you.

You were desperate to gain even a simple ounce of her obviously hard-won trust. It was important to you that she see the magnitude of exactly how thankful you were for her hospitality at a point your life of Hades-bottom. You delivered blackcurrant-nightshade tea to her study, as she worked in her dressing gown to the late witching hour; astral travelling to the most obscure countries, to collect the newspapers for Zelda’s morning reading; and, on the odd occasion, hexing anybody you heard whispering unsavoury things about her in the hallways of the Academy.

And yet, for what? What had it all earned you?

Nothing but calculating scans and narrowed eyes.

Thus, you thought it seemed only natural to be nervous, alone in the mortuary with her. To be honest, it wouldn’t have totally shocked you if Zelda took the opportunity to finally tell you exactly what she thought of you, away from the ears of the other Spellmans. What the pair of you didn’t know, however, was that this was exactly what these ‘other Spellmans’ had in mind when vacating the house for that weekend.

At first, there had been an awful lot of plain staring coming from Zelda; and this alone had been enough to pique the interest of her sister Hilda. Hilda hadn’t been sure, at the time, if anyone else had noticed much out of the ordinary. But, having been by Zelda’s side for numerous centuries now, it almost immediately struck Hilda as strange the lack of comment supplied from her sister. She had always known Zelda to be a reasonably opinionated, and if she were caught looking for longer than usual at anything, it would be certain it was because she had something to say about it. Hilda supposed it was because her sister was unaware in those times that she even had an audience to provide commentary for. The younger Spellman sister had eventually cooked up a competition in her head of how many times a day she would look up from her little world at the stovetop and catch Zelda watching you. At first, it was all stoically and quizzically, as if analysing exactly what your every move meant; but later changing into something more girlish and slightly wistful, often with her cheek resting in the palm of her hand. Hilda would never dare mention it, of course. She suspected that Zelda wasn’t even aware that she was doing it.

Another such thing that Hilda suspected had emerged from her sister’s subconscious was the large percentage of conversation with Zelda that your name seemed to find its way into. Whether the younger witch was asking her if she wanted her pumpkin roasted, or her thoughts on the newest appointment of Transylvania’s High Priest, talk would always return to how illusive you were.

“ Do you mean to tell me, sister, that you don’t feel it every time she is in this damn house?”

“Erm... feel what, exactly, Zelds?” Hilda had peeped.

“I don’t know what it is, Hilda, you tell me!” she had exclaimed, “ some form of heaven-bent , wicked energy. Like electricity, one might say. Yes. I’m almost certain that y/n is slowly but surely cursing the entire mortuary, because – Hilda – it seems I can’t escape the nauseating feeling in my stomach, no matter what wing of the house we are in!”

Hilda had to draw on all the power of the mortal and immortal realms she could muster in order to keep a fit of laughter at bay. Her sister was definitely the smartest and most impressive witch she knew, but this little bout of oblivion where you were concerned totally provided some much-needed comedy to Hilda’s day. Her certainty at what was going on was only confirmed further, when Sabrina had come to her with interesting reports of a mystery master of hexes striking in the hallways of the academy.

“ - and naturally, I had to do a bit of digging,” Sabrina continued,

“ Naturally,” her aunt had agreed.

“ So I took it upon myself to do a bit of… ‘Q and A’ with the victims, let’s call them. And, once I’d persuaded them to loosen their tongues a little bit, a pattern begin to emerge: they all admitted to having a little word or two about Aunt Zelda. Interesting, huh? But just wait for it, Aunty, here’s the kicker. Guess when the hexing started?”

“Hmmm... I don’t know, my love, when?” Except, she was pretty sure she did know.

“ Three months ago! Right about the time that-“

“- Y/n started teaching at the Academy.” Ambrose finished for her, as he materialised in the kitchen next to Sabrina and their aunt.

“ Forgive my interruption, cousin, Auntie. Coincidentally, I was looking for Sabrina to discuss with her whether Satan had finally removed my frontal cortex, or if I wasn’t the only one who had noticed the abnormal, puppy-like devotion for Aunt Zelda that constantly radiates from y/n?”

“YESSSS!” The women shouted together.

“ Ah good. My cortex lives to see another day.” Ambrose remarked.

“Well, to be fair though,” Hilda started, “I do think it’s partly because the poor dear feels as if she has to move Hell and Earth just to melt away even a teensy bit of that awful ice that Zelda has gone and put up around herself.”

“Yeah, what is with that? I swear I haven’t seen her so closed off, like... EVER. And what did y/n ever do to her?” Sabrina remarked.

“Why, isn’t it obvious, cousin? She’s put a spell on dear Aunt Zee. And not the kind that can be cast, if you take my meaning.”

You had finally arrived home for the evening. Shrugging your midnight-blue coat off and replacing it on the coat rack, you called into the open abyss of the house: “It’s just me, Zelda!”

Hilda, Ambrose, and Sabrina had all left that morning, meaning it was just you, Zelda, and Uncomfortable Tension left in the house.

There was no answer to your call, and it felt pretty chilly in the house on that midwinter’s evening. Pulling the pins from your French twist, you flicked a lazy hand at the hearth. Orange flames sprung to life where seconds before had been merely dust. You decided that Zelda was probably busy in her study, and wanted to be left alone. You would take a plate of food to her later. So, you began climbing the stairs to your room on the third floor, directly above the Spellman sisters’, unwinding your scarf as you went. Letting it dangle open around your shoulders, you turned the corner of the second floor staircase toward your chambers. Your eyes slid past the sisters’ door out of habit. As you raised your foot to continue your ascent, you stopped. Zelda was sitting on the edge of a meticulously perfect-made bed that you could only assume was hers, staring glassy-eyed into space. The expression on her face made your heart hurt for a moment; it looked as if she were in slight pain. She was gently biting her lip, and the outer corners of her eyes were tilted down. She fiddled nervously with her fingers.

You backed up a few paces, coming to rest outside her door. Crossing your arms, you leant your head against the frame, waiting to see if she would acknowledge you. But, it seemed as if she had no idea that you were even there.

“Zelda...? Is everything alright?” you ask tentatively. Suddenly, her obvious anxiety began to make you anxious. Though you seemed to have broken her from her trance, because at your words, her eyes flickered to your place at the doorframe, and her expression morphed into something a little nauseous. It was evident that something big was on Zelda’s mind. You had crossed the room in seconds to her, and sank into the mattress next to her.

“What is it? What’s wrong? I know you don’t trust me, Zelda, I get that... but just know that you can tell me anything you feel you need.”

The Spellman let out a tiny puff of air, as if she had been holding her breath. There was silence for a minute as you watched her. It was clear that was carefully choosing her words.

“It’s just...” she tried to begin, “I just... I have had something playing across the many facets of my mind lately, y/n, and-�� she sighed, “I have become briefly overwhelmed by exactly how unattainable to me it is.”

You were shocked. Something unattainable to THE Zelda Spellman? Impossible. And you told her as much.

She smiled at you ruefully.

“Unfortunately, y/n, I think this time that you are wrong.”

You frowned.

“Why? Why would I be wrong? Why is this thing so out of your reach?”

Your mind, as keen as ever, was desperate for answers.

Zelda swallowed, and glanced at you. You replied with an inquisitive raise of your eyebrows. She inhaled, expelling everything in her breath out: “Because my prime came and went centuries ago. I’m nothing but an old crone!” She buried her face in her hands.

That was it; that was all it took for your heart to break into a million pieces.

All reservations out the window, you took her hand fiercely and turned your body to completely face her. Your knees were touching hers.

“That is the most utter nonsense, you hear me? You’re easily the most powerful, awe-inspiring, shining witch in any given room, plus the fact that you’re definitely the most stunningly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen! You can-“ Your words were beginning to catch up with your brain, and it seemed that everything you felt for her that you had desperately tried to quash was deciding to make an appearance too, “-you can... do anything you put your mind to.”

The sentence ended on nothing more than a whisper. Shit. Well, that wasn’t exactly the way you would have appreciated being exposed.

You had convinced yourself that Zelda was something of a role model to you and that you were ongoingly gracious for her hospitality- when in truth, she had probably been the least hospitable to you of the family. That explanation had been easy to tell yourself- she was just SO great that you wanted to be her! Not be with her, right? Wrong. The time for a taste of reality had come.

Zelda looked gobsmacked. She frowned a little, as if trying to work something out. After a brief pause, she asked: “Does that mean what I think it does?”

You swallowed.

“What exactly do you think it means?”

The other woman looked a bit meek for a moment. You could tell that her inherently Zelda-ish fear of being wrong was toying with her.

“That maybe... it’s not so out of my reach after all?”

The way her voice raised at the end of the sentence had the astounding effect of transforming her into a scared little girl in a millisecond. Could she BE any more vague, though? She wasn’t addressing your slip of the tongue at all!

Oh hold on.

Unless...?

You chose your next words very carefully.

“That’s precisely what I’m saying.”

It seemed that you had thrown her! She let go of your hand and looked away from you to her feet, all while biting her lip again. She dug her nails into her palm.

When Zelda looked up at you again, she seemed ten times braver than she had moments ago, when she had looked to the ground.

“Would I be overstepping my place if I were to do this,” the High Priestess slid her hand up your thigh, “or this,” she placed her hand on your cheek, “or this?”

She finished by leaning in so close that your foreheads were touching.

By Hecate, she took your breath away. You stilled for a few seconds, just to really see her this close, and to admire every single pore of her being. You could feel Zelda’s laboured breath on your skin, dripping with want.

Finally, you spoke.

“Not at all.”

And it was you who closed the space between the pair of you, smiling against her lips. ✨

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