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moonlesslights · 2 years ago

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Like you saw him.

Summary: Being the owner of a little bakery brings you closer to Mr. Scrooge. Seeing him every day is an habit by now, so it is obviously concerning when it is almost closing time and he hasn’t shown yet.

A/N: This man is big, and his big shoulders can crush me any day. Still, I let you here with some fluff and just a little bit of sexual innuendos. Enjoy and lots of love!

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You saw him everyday.

Most of the time, by morning; when he walked through the bakery doors to ask for the new recipe you manage to create every week. Some other occasions, when work was tough, he would came by when the sun was already setting, asking (rather demanding) for the weekly and most expensive bread you had.

Today is one of those days.

There are only five minutes left of working hours before you close the shop like every other night. You know your parents will grow worried if you are late to home again, and by that you know that there had been only two occasions where you didn’t arrive home at time. Last christmas night, when a complete family showed up out of nowhere to buy tons of bread but keeping you for almost another half an hour; and the time when you sprained your ankle on your way back and weren’t able to walk much more from there.

Neither of both scenarios assure you your father wouldn’t leave home immediately to look for you if you spend a minute more sitting here. But you just can’t go with your last and traditional delivery still missing.

Your eyes dart at the clock in the back of the store, sighing. Just two minutes to nine. Just two minutes and you would be forced to leave.

Trying to distract yourself for the intimidating clock hands moving on an unstoppable pace, you continue your writing on your little notebook, adding quick annotations, encircling keywords and underlining some others to remember your future self to read that right and not miss any step (again). Your next work is almost done, at least in what theory respects.

Nine o’clock.

It was over.

You purse your lips, felling uneasy as you reach for your coat and scarf, slowly scanning the freezing and lonely streets that awaited for you. You frown. What if something happened?, what if he didn’t like this weekly bread as much as the past ones?, oh my, was it your fault?

No. Wait. And why should you care?, it is his goddamn business if he doesn’t think your cooking is good enough. He can look for another bakery if he wishes so, let’s see if they save a damn peace alone just for…

Ding.

Your neck almost cracks when the doorbell rings and you turn to see the entering figure with a bad, if at all, dissimulated surprise covering your features.

And there he was. Covered in snowflakes and leaving a snowy mess all over the shop floor. His dark coat seemed to be little for the sharp cold city tonight, but you couldn’t catch a single hint of shivers running through him, not even when his gloveless hands wiped off some more white dust of his clothes. Rather than that, he appears to have been in a hurry with his reddened cheeks and unfazed breathing.

And you knew you shouldn’t have, but you smiled, sincere, almost relieved to see him there.

He had always had that effect on you. You never knew why, why did the most hated man of this city caused you to do nothing but relax in his presence, why did everyone despised him, why didn’t you. Safety is the usual word that come across your mind. You feel safe with him. He may be grumpy, serious and alarmingly rude, but you don’t think he could ever hurt you (as long as you're not indebted to him).

“Good evening, Mr. Scrooge.” Your greeting goes unanswered as he moves towards you, still trying to catch his breath. “Do you feel unwell?”

“Nothing that concerns you.” He does answer to that.

You nod, watching how his eyes travel along all the remaining bread of the afternoon and, as always, waiting for his usual request.

However, one thing goes unplanned.

“I believe I arrived a little too late. Goodnight.”

As unpredictable his appearance was, his return to the exit doors was even more. His back was facing you before you could even register what had happened and his steps were hurried towards the cold streets again.

You frown, turning your gaze to him and to what he was watching a second ago with your mouth wide open. Two times until it hits you: the little wooden shelf where you kept the weekly creation was totally empty.

“Wait!” His hand on the handle, his body stiffens at your sudden call. He only gives you a sided look, refusing to let you see more of him. “You are here for the new bread, aren’t you?”

Another unanswered question.

You huff, shaking your head.

“Y’know, everything would be resolved if you just told me what you want…” You state while looking down and taking a paper box with one of your hands. Sighing, you place it on top of the counter. “Voilà.”

Slowly, he returns his face to you. Suspicious, he wrinkles his nose, asking you with a single lifted eyebrow what was that.

“Bread. The bread. The last one. Only for you.” You say almost in defeat. “Now, could you please take it?, it is already really late.”

You look up at him and he receives you with an unusual expression on his face. So much that it takes you by surprise.

His eyes are wide open and his mouth remains unclosed. Now both of his brows are slightly lifted as you can hear him almost gulp. You have never seen his pupils light up like this, almost like a tiny star trapped in there. His lips parted, you can see as one on the corners of his mouth fight to remain pointing down.

Screw you, Mr. Scrooge, you find yourself thinking as you watch closely his salt and pepper hair covered still in small snowflakes, his crooked nose and big shoulders underneath his clothes, making me lose my time, getting on my nerves… I don’t know why I still-

“I want you to come to have dinner in my house.”

Now, what?

“What was that?” You ask, suddenly snapping out of your trance.

He looks at you for a solid second before stating again:

“I want you to come to have dinner in my house.” This time he repeats every word with a considerable separation between each of them.

You tilt your head, remaining quiet for quite an unreasonable amount of time just trying to figure out the words coming to your ears. He has left you astonished and you can hear a little you mocking your saying of always having something smart to say.

Well, look at you now…

“Eh, mhm… Why?” You find out that was the only thing able to be formed by your mouth.

Little did you know, your companion was, if not more, falling into nervousness at the same time as you did.

What the hell had gotten to his mouth?

What was he even thinking?

“Because I want to.”

Your mouth falls open. Blinking slowly in his direction, you find yourself fighting to process the very conversation you were having right now.

“Because you want to?”

Ebenezer clears his throat, putting on his most confident face.

“You told me to tell what I want.” He pauses, raising an eyebrow. “Well, I want that. I want you to join me to dinner.”

You blink again, and suddenly, his words snap in your head. Yes, you did tell him that, but you could have never believed he would have take it this literal. In less than a second, a smile takes over your lips, bringing a bursting laugh to your throat.

“Are you serious?!” You ask, even more excited that you would’ve had like.

Ebenezer nods, big open eyes with confussion looking at your reaction. You laugh again, giving him a big toothy smile and... He could have died right there.

You just gave him that smile. The smile you gave when you were really happy, the smile he only had seen a few times, never to him, never in his direction. And maybe someone else would have scolded you for your lack of decency in that thunderous laugh, but him... He was fascinated. If you just stopped in the middle of it you would’ve had caught his bright pupils and the smile threatening to cling onto his own lips.

“I would love to, Mr. Scrooge.” You finally take him out of his trance, welcoming him with another warm smile.

“Ebenezer.” He rushes to say.

Your eyes soften even more, nodding.

“I would love to have dinner with you, Ebenezer.” You conceed. “When?”

“Christmas.” He bursts out, taking you aback. Well, that would be a hell of a long talk with your parents to be absent on that day, but still...

“Sure. That sounds amazing.”

He smiled.

A year has passed and looking back on that day, you can’t believe how much things have changed.

Now, after a beatiful wedding only two months ago and another dog, you finally moved in to his house. Both have made a lot of remodelations and bought a lot more of decorations. In his words: The house came to life when you first set a foot on it. In yours: He was just a little careless.

Now he is the first one to taste your weekly creation after, as always, trying to “help you” cooking. He and the two dogs usually are just there to make a mess and, every time, you end up with several hand marks in flour covering your hips, waist, belly and sometimes other places.

Now he takes as an excuse how messy you both are after cooking to take you to the bath with him. He always insists to undress you, taking his time to caress your body, softly, before insisting again in washing your hair when you get into the bathtub. Then, sometimes, he gets cooky as he unbuttons his shirt, smiling when he catches your gaze on his exposed skin; some other times he just uses this excuse to bury himself in you, slowly, spilling water all over the floor everytime he pushes.

Now he waits for you to fall asleep every night before he does. Taking you in his arms, your breath lulling him to sleep. Easing his hearth. And every day, his eyes, full of love, wish you good morning as he playfully pecks your lips. He makes breakfast, meals are usually out, when he takes a break from work and takes you to different restaurants all around the city; dinner is on you. He sets the table and you spoil him with a homemade food made with the groceries he always insist on shopping with you.

Now, he might still be the most hated man in the city. But your love for him remains as untouched as the one that started growing in you since the very first day you saw him.

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nahoney22 · 2 years ago

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Outcast (part 1/2)

Ebenezer Scrooge X F!Reader

word count: 3.8k

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After sitting back and holding your tongue about the way your boss goes about business, one Wintery night left you feeling rather frosty.

warnings: SFW, confrontation, Scrooge is a meany, reader is female and is wearing a dress, employee and boss relationship, mention of debtors, fluff at the end 😚 no use of y/n and not proofread ✍️

A/N sometimes it’s good to stray away from the Star/Clone Wars fandom for a bit and since my new obsession is this film, I couldn’t help myself

Masterlist

Part one | Part two

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Another year, another harsh winter. Maybe even more harsh than the last.

Painful pellets of cold snow blister along your features as you walk to your oh-so-lovely work in the early hours of the morning.

Luckily your hat managed to prevent the snow from blinding you completely so you could make out the outline of the Scrooge and Marley building where you had both the fortunate and unfortunate life of working there. Fortunately, it was a means of work so you were occupied, getting paid for something other than being a housemaid or someone who worked in a sweated industry. Supposedly being a secretary wasn’t all too bad yet the unfortunate side… was your boss. Ebenezer Scrooge.

Speaking of which, he was sitting in his office already upon your arrival. His door was closed and you spotted through the small window that he seemed to be in a heated discussion with whoever was on the other side.

At least you had enough time to hang up your coat and hat, brushing off any snow that dusted your clothing before checking the books. You turn to say a quick hello to Bob but frown to see the friendly faced clerk was nowhere to be seen. That is until the door to Scrooge's office bursts open and Bob appears with his face the same colour as his hair. Red.

“Bob? What is it?” You asked worriedly, watching him walk to the coat stand and wrap his scarf around his neck before slamming his hat on his head.

He inhaled a deep sigh and went to open his mouth but stopped when the sound of floorboards creaking interrupted him.

You both turn your heads, looking to see Scrooge stood there with his head high, chest puffed out and hands behind his back. “Still here Cratchit? I was certain I had told you to go to the factory to collect more ink.”

You blink and a frown crosses your features. “But sir, an order came in just last week? It will take Bob three hours to walk all the way there?” You even went ahead to check the books to see if you were correct but Scrooge had already snatched it out of your grasp before you could even flip the page.

“Yes we did. But Cratchit here has a habit of spilling every drop he can.” He gives you a stern look as you slowly pull your hand back, finding his gaze sometimes hard to look at. Especially when he was in one of his moods which gets a little more testy around this time of year. “And in doing so, he has now sacrificed a week's pay.”

With your eyes widening at the seemingly unfair punishment, you look back at your friend whose chest was heaving. Never had you seen him so angry. There was no kinder spirit than Bob Cratchit; a loving man with a just as loving family. You wish you could say the same about a certain someone.

“Sir, I’ll get ill if I go out there in this weather!” He gestures to the window, the snowfall being heavier than usual and you couldn’t even begin to tell him how slippy the pavements are at this time in the morning. “I need to work for my family, my boy. H-he’s ill.”

Your heart panged with sadness as Bob tried to plead with your boss, eyes watering just slightly.

“Well, if you get sick and you need the week off I will allow it. But then you’ll be sacrificing two weeks worth of pay.” He chuckles almost darkly, a daring look on his face as if to say ‘defy me and reap the consequences’.

The shock at his words made you audibly gasp, causing Scrooge to look at you with a questioning glance but all you can do is scoff and shake your head.

He had been cold towards you both in the past but this was taking the cake significantly.

It was a shame, really. Sometimes you did not even mind your boss and had come across his sensitive side maybe once or twice… or just the once. It was the perception of the townspeople that typically swayed one’s opinion on another and he just so happened to have a negative one. Granted he was not so popular yet was all at the same time. To which was a misfortune since you had spent many a time (although you would have thought it was little until Bob pointed it out one day) that you would find yourself gazing at Scrooge in his office. Simply imagining what it would be like to give him just a touch of tenderness as you caressed a hand over his bristled cheek. After all, he was quite a handsome man.

Then, what may be a foolish idea at first, you head straight into his office, ignoring his protesting and swipe up some shillings from his desk.

“What do you think you’re doing? How dare you steal money from me!” You ignored him, purposely brushing past him with the skirt to your dress following swiftly behind and gesture for Bob to stick his hand out.

As he does, you pour the money into his tattered gloved hand. “This is my week's pay. I would like you to have it.”

“Ma’am, I couldn’t possibly-.” He goes to protest, ready to give it back but you closed his hand firmly.

“Yes you can. One of us here has a family and it is not me and it is not Ebenezer,” you glance over your shoulder to gauge your boss's reaction, none short of furious, “you need this. I also do not wish for you to go to the factory as we have plenty of ink in stock here. Go home and get warm. We will see you tomorrow.”

After so many months of sitting back and allowing Scrooge to talk down to folk, you had finally lost your resilience and had to do the right thing. Truthfully, you wish you had done something earlier but who were you to interject in your bosses affairs and clients? However this was aboout Bob; a friend.

So many had left this office with their faces as white as snow, tears streaming down their cheeks and silent sobs bursting from their chests when Scrooge had either denied them money or charged more than they owed. It made you wonder, how many people went hungry that night because of the man you worked for.

Surprisingly, the young man did not even bid a farewell to his boss as he left. You watched him leave into the snow and let out a relieved exhale but your small shift of happiness diminished when you felt a cold presence behind you and it wasn’t from the brief chill that had blown in.

“Who do you think you are?”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, suppressing your laugh of disgust before you finally turn to face him, chin up. “Is something the matter?” Feigning an innocence.

Scrooge's fists clenched by his sides, eye twitching. “How dare you dismiss my staff. How dare you go into my office without my permission, may I add, and pay your wage to them.”

You shake your head at him. “And how dare you almost dismiss him to his death. Do you realise how sick he could become if he made that unnecessary journey?” You move past him, taking Bob’s place on his small desk, shifting and tidying up his notes.

His jaw was so sharp and tight it could cut through paper and he had the nerve to laugh at your words. “His death? Please, he would have been fine.”

You pause the shuffling of some papers and stare right at him, almost through him. Your gaze was strong, powerful and one that almost made his knees buckle. Have you always appeared so fierce? A fire in the winter storm?

“How can you be so selfish?” Your words were slightly hushed. He couldn’t help but feel his face soften for just a mere moment. You didn’t even sound angry, just disappointed as if there was no chance of change for him. “So cruel? Do you get some kind of satisfaction of wanting to be an outcast all your life?” You continue, the flames of the candle by your left light up your eyes and for a second he wasn’t too sure if it was the reflection of the candle at all.

Your words stung, more than he thought they would have but granted, it was about some time someone was willing to put him in his place. He just didn’t think it would be his quiet secretary.

“That still does not give you the right to send Cratchit home. I need him to work today.” He ignores your harsh yet truth-filled words, fixing his shirt collar and tie as if someone had just had their hands round him and tried to knock sense into him.

“And I shall pick up the slack.” You grab yourself a quill and a small ink pot, making small adjusts to the paperwork.

Scrooge raises a brow and smirks a little. “You’re aware you have given up your wages for this week?”

You could almost hear the smirk on his lips without even looking. Feeling something nudge at your legs, you glance down to see Prudence rubbing uk agaisnt you, asking for pats which you gladly gave. “I am aware. I am also aware that given this disagreement and the mere fact you disagree with me helping my fellow colleague that my stuff will have to be cleared out come the morrow?”

He’s taken aback as you look his way once more. There’s no sign of sorrow on your face at the possibility of you losing your job, in fact it seemed that there was expectance.

A small whine from Prudence catches his attention, her puppy-dog eyes almost pleading him in a sense to let you stay.

Agitated, he runs a hand through his greying hair and stands straight with a small stomp of his foot. “I expect a full report of yesterday’s money-lending antics on my desk by the end of the day. I also expect a new order of five ink well pots to make up for the ones that had been spilt this morning.” Then he turns, and leaves through the archway of his office and closes the door behind him.

A wave of relief washes through you and you share a look with Prudence. “I know girl, I know.”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

When six o’clock draws near you almost cheer. Scrooge had not spoken a word to you since that morning which for some peculiar reason made the day appear longer than usual.

Every now and again, you would look up from your spot that is usually accompanied by Bob to glance through the window to Scrooge’s office, both horrified and curious to see him already looking back. Once your eyes had locked, he’d quickly look away and shake his head, mumble soemthing to himself and you curse yourself for not being able to read one’s lips.

You collect the reports as requested and make a stand. Your dress had crumbled a little so you straighten it out and rest your hands on hips to have an idle touch of your corset to make sure it was locked properly in place.

What you didn’t see was your boss stealing a glance your way again, his blood running hot and not because he was still angry from this morning. The second you turn back around and he just knew you were coming into his office he almost frantically tided up his desk the second you knock on the door.

“Come in.” He clears his throat, a quill in his hand as he scribbles a whole load of nonsense onto some parchment as if to look ‘busy’.

When you enter, you head straight to his desk and gently place your work of the day ontop

of a small pile already there and take a step back. “Is there anything else I can do before I leave tonight, sir?”

Obviously aware of your presence, he only now looks up at you. His room was dark already, lit by a few candles but you seemed to glow the most. Your face was neutral, soft to touch. He blinks out of his unwelcoming daze, almost disgusted at himself for finding something or someone nice to look at.

“No, that will be all. I expect you same time tomorrow.” He dismissed you with a wave of his hand. As you begin to leave, his curiosity got the better of him and stands to his feet and follows after you before you could leave. “W-wait. May I have a moment of your time?”

You were quite surprised how quick he was to catch up to you and even more surprised how he managed to stand in front of the buildings door before you could even reach the handle. Pausing, you give him a quizzing glance and rest your hands together over your stomach. “You may, Sir.”

“What you did today for Cratchit,” he begins, walking over towards the desk you were previously sitting at, finger trailing along the old wood, “what possessed you to do such a thing? It was not your money to give away.”

There was some shock that hit you that he was willing to discuss this morning again. But alas, you give him your answer. “If you were to hand me the money from your own hand it still would have been mine and regardless, I would have given it to him. He needs the money more than I do.”

He’s stunned but still confused. “And you do not need money? Does your husband, partner have a worthy enough income?”

For some reason you found yourself chuckling at his question and he instantly took offence. “What is so funny about that?”

“Forgive me, I am not laughing at the question. I am simply laughing because for all the time you have known me, you should have realised by now there is no ring on my finger.” You hold up your hand and of course, there was no jewel in sight.

To say the least, he was surprised that you were not for accounted for. “You have never been courted? I am… surprised.”

You shift a little, unsure how the topic of you giving Cratchit money was related to you being unmarried but by the look on his face, he genuinely seemed interested. It made you feel…odd. But in a good way. Maybe you telling him off today may have sunken in. And he’s surprised? You don’t know wether or not to blush but your cheeks naturally warm up anyway.

“If you are to put it like that then yes, I am. Unmarried and never been courted.” You sigh.

“Oh.”

You pull your lips into a tight smile and slowly nod. “So seeing as I only have to care for myself and not my husband nor children, I am stable enough to help a family man.”

“And if you are to go hungry?” He quizzes.

You hum in some kind of ironic amusement, tightening your coat around your body as you hear the wind pick up outside. “Then I will be the same with many of the rabble we take money from.”

He scoffed, thinking you were joking for a second but the look on your face said otherwise. “We do not take money. We lend the money to those in debt and catch them out when they can not pay it back. Their burdens are of their own consequences.”

“And so you must ask them for extra? Knowing they can not pay on time?” You don’t look to him as you speak, hoping to not start up another fight as you were about to leave. You were lucky enough to remain working here after this morning. “Again forgive me Sir, but I have been on the receiving end and during Winter, times are exceptionally hard.”

There was a hint of subtle emotion in your voice and you sigh, shaking it off and look over to him to see an unreadable expression. His eyebrows were furrowed, lips turned downward yet his eyes showed just a little something. Remorse? Guilt? You were unsure. What you were sure of however was that you wanted to get home and curl up in your lonely bed to get away from this cold.

“May I be excused for this evening?”

He closes his eyes, taking in all what you had said but felt conflicted in one’s self. Of course he thought what he was doing was right. People must reap of their consequences but your voice was telling him that one should not suffer because of them. “Yes, very well.”

He steps aside and actually opens the door for you, surprising you at the small gentlemanly notion. “Thank you Sir. Please be careful when walking home, it is rather slippy.” You mention as you step out the door, sliding on your gloves and inhale the crisp and bone-chilling air.

“Goodnight.” Ebenezer quickly adds as you begin to walking down the snow covered steps, pausing to look back his way.

“And to you.”

———

The sound of someone thumping against a wooden door frame was what brought you out of your work, gazing up to see your boss standing in the doorway to his office and looking at you. “Do you have a minute to spare?”

You carefully place your quill back in the ink pot, careful not to drop any spillages on your paperwork before making a stand. He steps into his office, you following and closing the door behind you. “Is everything okay?”

“Quite, yes. I-I’ve been thinking. All last night, I simply could not sleep no matter how hard I tried.” He sounded worrisome and you certainly hoped he had not fallen ill because of the weather. Even if it was a big fat ‘I told you so.’

“Oh Sir,” you walk towards him and hold your chilly hand to his head, completely freezing him and he was certain he didn’t freeze up because of how cold your hands were either, “are you ill?”

“No, ah - I,” he’s stammering awkwardlly, face flushed as you come close to him but gently moves your hand away from his face, “I wanted to express my apologies for how I acted yesterday. I was rude and unkind to my… best workers.”

“…We are your only workers, Sir.” You can’t help but blush and laugh softly. However, you were pleasantly surprised to hear him apologise to you - it was never like him to do so. Gods, did you manage to wear down the Ebenezer Scrooge?

He laughs a little and nods, rubbing the sleeve of his suit on his left arm. “Yes, yes that may be true but I was foolish yesterday. I have you to thank for making me realise how callous I behaved. Therefore, I have a gift for you. And for Cratchit when he returns to work.”

He piques your curiosity, watching as he stuffs his hand into his pocket and pulls out a small pouch and gesturing by the small jingle it held, that meant money. “I would like you to have this, as compensation for my behavior but as well as gratitude for your hard work.” He extends out his hand to where you hesitantly take his offering and almost gasp at how heavy it felt.

He could see you weighing it up in your hand and smiled as your eyes brightened. Clearly, so much relief had fallen from your shoulders. But before you can ask, he interjects quickly. “Fifty pounds.”

Your eyes, which were trained on the pouch, snapped up to meet him with your mouth agape. “F-fifty?”

“Yes.” He nods, holding onto each of the lapels to his dress suit, straightening it out as he stands proud. “And not to worry, Bob will receive the same amount.”

You couldn’t believe what was happening nor could you believe what you were about to do.

You step to the side and place the pouch onto his desk for a second and you could see in his eyes that he is about to question why you’re returning it but before he could open his mouth, your hands found the back of his neck as you pulled yourself in for a warm embrace.

Never had Scrooge felt his life freeze before his very eyes until this moment. He stiffens up like a plank of wood, hands extended to the side pathetically as he takes in the feeling of your chest pressed to his own and your chin resting on his right shoulder.

“Sir, I can not thank you enough. You have bestowed me with enough warmth, room and food for the remainder of Winter and upcoming Spring.” Your breath bristles against his neck, a warmth radiating him and ridding him of all the bad even if just for a mere moment. It sent waves of shock through him.

“W-well, that is quite alright.” Again, his hands stayed to the side. To hear you thank him however ignited the start of a small flame on a fire brewing inside him. Seeing how one person can act to such kindness made him wonder if the same could be said for all the others. “I hope it is a significant fund for you.”

You pull away from him yet your hands now rest on either shoulder, a sweet smile on your lips. “Oh Sir, it’s more than I could have ever asked for.”

He’s looking down at you, trying to ignore the odd sensation in his gut at the proximity. It was improper yet, he could not take his eyes away from you. “Please, call me Ebenezer.”

There was no taking back what you were about to do, but with your heart so full knowing you can live securely for the upcoming months with no hassle, you just had to thank him again.

On the tips of your toes you lean up and place a small lingering kiss to his cheek. Perhaps a little too close to the corner of his lips but as his hands immediately fly to your waist, fingers grazing against the boning of your corset underneath your dress you gathered it was welcome.

As you pull away, your eyes glimmered with innocence and you blushed as you see his eyes were closed, breath a little ragged. Once he opened up again to look at you, he’s breathtaken and you know that maybe it was time to step away.

“Thank you Si- Ebenezer,” as you take a small

step back, his hands had stilled at your waist causing you to stop for a moment, raising an amused brow until he clears his throat and finally lets his hands slip away, “my heart is full.”

He’s speechless, truly. Your lips still lingers on his skin, goosebumps trailing up his arms. As he goes to speak, nothing comes out. So instead, he gives you a smile and a nod of courtesy.

Maybe he will do something nice again for you in the future.

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xxkiller-muffinxx · 2 years ago

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Snowball fight

Pairing: Scrooge x reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Scrooge wind up in a Snowball fight

Word count: 779

Warnings:none just fluff

A/N: as my last fanfiction was a learning curve, I needed a little bit of a simple breather, so here's Snowball fight :)

The harsh air swept away most of the crowd, and (Y/N) was no exception to that rule, as she was waiting for her fiancé outside, and the cold air makes her shiver. She’s minding her own business when she heard a few kids playing. She looked over at them, and they’re throwing snowballs left and right. Including Tiny Tim, who’s doing better than ever after getting his medicine.

(Y/N) is so happy to see them having fun she doesn’t see the snowball heading toward her face. When it lands the kids gasp, and a few other kids laugh and cackle. (Y/N) wipes the snow off of her face, and adjusts her coat. She’s still for a moment when (Y/N) leans down, and grabs a snowball. “Don’t stop playing on my account!” (Y/N) throws a snowball at on of the children, obviously missing, and the other kids scream in excitement.

(Y/N) continues tossing the snowballs, and barely hits a few of the scattering children “(Y/N), what’s in the world are you doing?” a voice yells from across the warzone, the kids make an “oooo” sound while (Y/N) simply stops her movement entirely. She hopelessly rubs her foot against the ground, searching for a response.

Tiny Tim spoke up “she was just having fun Mr. Scrooge!” After he spoke to his sister, Katherine joined him. “Yeah! Maybe you should try it!” (Y/N) belted out a laugh and covered her mouth. Scrooge’s displeased expression causes (Y/N) mild dismay, but his smile returns as he looks back at you. “Alright alright. I’ll leave you to it, but if you have a cold you have only yourselves to blame!” He laughs while the kids cheer.

(Y/N) puts her hand in the snow, and the rest of the kids continue fighting while (Y/N) tosses a snowball Scrooge’s way. The unsuspecting Ebenezer flinched as the snow hit his chest. He wipes his coat, and (Y/N) feels dread wash over her. This was her decision however, and she was more than ready to face any consequences.

She watches Scrooge as he stares directly at her, his face molding into a mischievous one. He quickly leans down, and grabs some snow. Cueing (Y/N) to run and hide, but it’s too late, the snowball hits her shoulder. She counters with a snowball back at him. The children join in on either side, the war continuing.

Tiny Tim lands a hit of (Y/N) she gasps loudly, while Scrooge gently ruffles his hair in approval. (Y/N) grabs a snowball, but before she could throw it, she’s hit in the knee by another. So when she can, she takes the chance and throws the snowball hard at Scrooge, but in the process winds up slipping in the snow. Falling into it face first.

The snowball lands on Ebenezer’s face, his smile never fading. At least not until he sees (Y/N) in the snow. He goes over to her, while the kids move their game to keep playing in another area so they can’t hurt (Y/N) any more. She flips over as Scrooge approaches her, standing beside her limp body. “(Y/N)! Are you alright?” She’s speechless.

“(Y/N)?” He goes to kneel down beside her when her hand shoots up and drags him down with her. He grunts as he hits the ground. Lying next to (Y/N) as she cackles loudly at him. “You fell for the oldest trick in the book Ebenezer!” Her laughs die down as Scrooge sits up on his elbow to see her face better. “You’re wrong (Y/N), I fell for you.” He says with a dopey grin.

(Y/N) rolls her eyes at the cheesy joke, Scrooge places a ginger hand on her face. “You’re freezing, we should get going.” He moves to stand, but (Y/N) grabs his tie. She pulls him down to meet her face. “Not just yet, you look good in snow.” She pulls him into a kiss. Ebenezer responds in kind. Holding her face tenderly.

They hold eachother like that for a while, eventually needing to let go. (Y/N) gets help to stand from her fiancé, and Scrooge pulls her close. “I love you, (Y/N). Even if your a little childish.” (Y/N) snickers, fixing her dress and patting off snow. She takes his arm, and leans on his shoulder. “I love you too Ebenezer, and Merry Christmas.” She kisses his cheek.

The two of them continue down the road, and when (Y/N) sneezes Scrooge groans. (Y/N) did in fact get a cold that night. So did Scrooge.

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cleake · 2 years ago

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Concerns

I wrote this at midnight, so please excuse any mistakes. I just want to let this man know that he’s good, and maybe kiss his hand.

Warning: English is not my first language

You and Ebenezer had been living together for some time. At first, it was strange, because you two didn’t think of it much. You just moved to Scrooge's house after he offered you this opportunity. You’ve known each other for quite some time, you were there witnessing how Ebenezer had changed throughout the years. You were always by his side and he felt it was an understatement to call you a “friend”. You were there when he prepared a Christmas party for his close ones after years, it was so nice to see how happy he finally was. On that day he offered you to stay with him, and you accepted his offer. It was so natural for both of you, you didn’t think of it much. But after some time it struck you, maybe you two were not just good friends but none of you would admit it to themselves. You two spent a lot of time together, from the moment you shared breakfast to the late-night talks. You two walked around the streets of London, hand in hand, talking about everything you two could. Ebenezer made a lot of effort to show you how important you were to him, by buying you gifts, taking you to the places you dreamed of visiting, and listening to your every word. He felt so much warmth when he was with you, the smallest things about you made him tingle inside. He didn’t feel that way for a long time, and he was afraid that he would lose you too if he didn’t try harder. You were so good to him, so nice, peaceful, kind, empathetic, soft his heart would melt. He felt that he needed to be close to you, his hands wanted to feel yours, he wanted to give you everything, he wanted to hold you in his arms forever. But he was afraid of doing so, he didn’t want to scare you away from him, he would break if you left him because of his fault. So he enjoyed the image of you and appreciated every moment you two shared.

But you wanted to know, to be certain that this is only friendship. You didn’t want to have your hopes high for something that never was there.

You slowly walked to Ebenezer's door to his office, he was working this evening, leaving you as politely as he could. You felt like you would explode from uncertainty, you wanted to know now. You knocked on the door, and a muffled “come in” followed. You entered the room, seeing Scrooge's eyes already on you.

“Y/N, is everything alright?” he asked, putting his quill down. You walked closer to his desk.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Alright, I’m listening,” he said standing up from his armchair. You take a shaky breath, before speaking.

“Lately I’ve been feeling confused about our relationship, Ebenezer.”

Scrooge looked at you with raised eyebrows, something in his chest has risen. He was scared of this conversation, he thought you may want to leave. He would understand if you wanted to leave him for yourself, but he wanted to know if he did everything right.

“Yes…I see,” he whispered, gazing at the floor

“Please tell me how you see us,” you said, playing with your hands. The man’s eyes focused back at you, there was some kind of fear inside of them, and his breath sharpened. He slowly forced a smile on his lips.

“I truly admire you, Y/N. I see you as someone I can trust with everything, I know that you’ll listen to me and are willing to help me in any form. I think you’re an honorable human being, and I would be honored if you wanted to stay with me here.” he answered, putting his hands behind his back.

You looked at him with slightly frowned eyebrows.

“I understand that, Ebenezer. I know that. But I want to know… Do you see me as a friend, and if only as a friend.”

Ebenezer perused his lips and hung his head down.

“I am afraid to reveal my feelings toward you, Y/N.”

“Would you do it if I told you first what I think of you?” you asked, and Scrooge raised his head again.

“It would bring me some peace.”

You nodded slightly and took a deep breath, closing your eyes.

“I have known you for years, Ebenezer, I saw every side of you, and I wanted every one of them. I learned that you were something I needed close to me. I think that you are a great man, I think you are a lovely man. I want to stand by your side and help you with my greatest efforts. I feel safe with you, I feel connected to you. I want you. I adore you, Ebenezer.”

Scrooge stood there, your words hitting him. His lips were slightly parted, and his winded eyes were focused on you, thin tears showing in the light. He bearly breathed, everything stood in silence. Finally, Ebenezer took a sharp breath, his eyes softening a little bit. He felt so much warmth, so much love it made his hands shake. Every thought that made him believe he was no good for you abruptly left him, with so much lightless staying in him.

“Oh… Oh, my dear.” he breathed out, slowly walking towards you, with his hands slightly raised. When he stood next to you, he didn’t know what to do, his hands were too tense to hold you, he just looked at you, a small smile on his lips. He forced his hand to lean over your cheek, but he stopped. With a sob, he collapsed into your arms, which made you jump a little bit. Holding the man in your arms you heard small sobs from him with muffled mumbling.

“Ebenezer,” you whispered, gently putting your hand on the back of his neck. He felt your warm touch on his skin, which made him feel so much at once. He was happy, truly, but he felt like he didn’t deserve this from you, your love, or your friendship. His forehead was resting on your shoulder, his fingers delicately grasped your hand, touching your skin slightly, afraid of bigger moves. You took his hand fully which made him gasp.

Ebenezer slowly raised his head and looked at you, tears falling from his eyes onto his cheeks. Your hand gently leaned on his cheek, wiping the tears.

“I’m so sorry.” he choked out, wiping his eyes from the tears.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, putting your hand on his waist “don’t be ashamed of me, I understand everything.”

Ebenezer smiled at you and laughed nervously, his hand leaning over yours, still afraid to touch you fully.

“Don’t be afraid, I truly meant everything I said,” you say, caressing his cheek.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” he said, looking away from you “I just feel, that you may be too good for me to call ‘mine’.”

“I allow you to call me ‘yours’, and I will call you ‘mine’ if you agree to that.”

Ebenezer shook his head slightly, before coming into your arms, his own around you, hugging tightly as if you were to disappear at any moment.

“I-I love you,” he said trying to cover his tears.

“I love you, Ebenezer,” you replied, and pulling away from the hug you took his face in your hands. The man leaned to your touch, with closed eyes, enjoying how warm your hands were. When he looked at you, he saw how your eyes gazed upon his lips. You were slowly coming closer to Ebenezer, your noses touching. His eyes were focused on your every move.

“May I?” you asked when his lips were a few breaths away from yours.

“Please,” he whispered, closing his eyes. He felt how your soft lips landed on his, he gasped slightly at how it felt to have you this close. He felt like running away, but your touch on his waist calmed him down. Your lips slowly left him, Ebenezer slowly opened his eyes, missing the feeling of your lips. He looked at you, you were still close, holding him to yourself.

“Thank you,” he said, taking your hands in his, he brought them to his lips, kissing them softly. You smiled at Ebenezer, feeling full, with no concerns in you.

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papibite · 2 years ago

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EVEN MORE SCROOGE IDEAS

I am down bad for this man I’m sorry

• Scrooge somehow gets drunk at a party and Reader, being his neighbor, helps him get home. It’s a soft moment where reader helps scrooge as he pukes in the restroom and lays him down into the bed whereas Scrooge grabs their arm and asks them to stay with tears in his eyes. The reader stays at his side all night and Scrooge wakes up to find them asleep in the same position (sitting on the side of the bed after pulling up a chair to stay next to him) and it’s just wholesome interaction of taking care of one another

• What if Scrooge (Before ghost) heard the sounds of a violin or instrument of your choosing and followed it to find the reader so focused as they received coins from the passerby who enjoyed their tune. Scrooge threatens to get them arrested and insults their music while heading home. The reader simply changes locations and Scrooge (after ghost) follows the melody and returns to the reader and apologizes while joining in and sitting, watching their performance in awe

• Reader is a Nobel person who has never met Scrooge aside from one encounter years ago (before ghost) and has always had a bad impression of him as well as his distaste growing from the rumors that had spread of his behavior for far to long. Scrooge, now changed, tries his best to show his new side to the reader, but the reader is stubborn in their opinion and refuses to give in to his “act”. Scrooge is upset but can’t do anything. Scrooge then sees a child alone and with a scrapped knee or some sort of small injury and goes to find something to patch them up. The reader then walks until they also find the small child. Scrooge comes back and the reader refuses to let them near the child but he pleads to them to at least let him help wrap up the wound, then he promises to leave them. The reader accepts this and the child is patched up, and true to his word Ebenezer leaves.

Spicy-

• Reader starts noticing how much Ebenezer enjoys receiving positive feedback and praise when helping others, as opposed to how he was treated before. Perhaps this can be used to help in other situations?

• Because Reader is a bit rough and can’t stand scrooges attitude, there have been instances where they pull on the man’s cravat/ascot tie to pull him down to eye level, when it’s just the two of them alone. Despite the circumstances and the amount of disrespect, scrooge finds himself shivering when he’s pulled down in that manner. The boldness, the intimacy of their closeness.

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wilson-the-gay-oncologist · 2 years ago

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Cuddle Time! Ebenezer Scrooge X GN! Reader

(Learning How to write gender-neutral because I can only write male readers...)

"Y/N, what is it that you're doing?" Scrooge gave you a look of confusion which looked so sweet and adorable, "Getting ready for cuddles." You piled the pillows onto the bed and smirked.

"Y/N, cuddles?" His face was so full of confusion, you and he didn't usually have cuddle sessions, and never on Christmas Eve. "Come on you big baby!" Scrooge sighed and found comfort in your arms.

You sat next to him and watched as Prudence jumped onto the bed. You pulled out a book and the man smiled, "Y/N," he murmured, sleep crowding his eyes and his voice. "Hmm?" You stopped reading the book aloud and raised an eyebrow, "Merry Christmas," he whispered passing out with his head on your chest.

"Merry Christmas Ebenezer," You blew out the candle and sighed "Merry Christmas."

And to all a good night.

#scrooge a christmas carol #scrooge x you #scrooge x reader #ebenezer scrooge x reader

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oothepinksquidoo · 2 years ago

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Gingerbread men .★. scrooge x reader oneshot

Hey there! So this is a one shot for my book, his past our future, but I thought it could be just fine on it's own!

Infomation: You own a bakery, Bob's kids, Tim and Katherine help out in the bakery. This is after the movie so Scrooge is all happy and stuff Pretty much all you need LMFAO (though if you want context check my past post for the link the book *hint hint*)

It had been a week since Bob had officially joined Ebenezer as business partners and life was almost perfect, extremely busy most definitely, but I wouldn't want it any other way.

Today, I was at the bakery, it was a slow day with little to no customers coming in, this usually happened at least once a week, usually in the middle as everyone was busy. Usually, when this would happen I would usually hop in the back and bake on my own until a customer comes in, yet today was… well slightly different.

“Y/n, is it always this quiet here?” Tim asked, who was practising walking without his crutch, he still needed it most definitely, but there was a slight improvement to him since he started to take his medicine!

“Not always, kid. The bakery won't always be busy and that's okay, it just means we have to find our own entertainment.” I said with a grin.

“Like what?” Katherine asked, “And before you ask I ain't singing again.”

I laughed slightly, “Don't worry about that, Kathy.” I have some spare ingredients in the kitchen… How about we make some gingerbread men?” The children's eyes lit up when I said that, “Why, we could make your whole family!” The kids cheered, running to the back.

I hastily followed them into the back, what could possibly be more fun than spending time with these kids? And let's be honest, anything beats standing at the counter waiting for no one to come in.

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Ebenezer was working at his desk with a slight grin on his face as he talked to Bob, he looked up at the time, “Ah, I must be off, why don't you take a break, Bob? Go get some lunch with Ethel or whatever you please?” He said as he grabbed his coat.

“That sounds great, Ebenezer.” Bob said, still unsure about calling him by his first name, “I’m sure Ethel wouldn't mind me popping home for half an hour or so.”

“As long as you like,” Ebenezer assured as he left the shop and hopped down the stairs, hastily walking across the road to the alleyway. Ebenezer, as he had done for the past few weeks, waved and said hello to everyone he possibly could, getting greeted back. He had to admit he loved this new feeling, yet he still felt like he was a lost cause… He knew it was stupid to think this way, and he knew I would scold him for thinking this way, but he did such a thing anyway.

He shook off the thought as he looked at my bakery, feeling much calmer at the sight of it and he slipped in. He noticed no one was at the front, he cleared his throat, “Uh, Y/n, my dear?” Ebenezer noticed the bell and pressed it, hoping to catch anyone’s attention.

“Ebenezer!” I greeted as I walked to the front, covered in flour. “I wasn't expecting you here so soon..” I laughed awkwardly.

“What on earth happened to you?” He asked with a slight laugh in his voice. He walked behind the counter and began patting the flour out of my hair, chuckling away to himself.

“Ah, well, you see I'm letting the kids make gingerbread men for their family. I think more flour got on us than in the bowls.” I laughed too, patting the flour off my clothes.

Ebenezer’s smile rose even higher, “The children are here? How's Tim now? Is he making a recovery?”

I intertwined my finger’s with Ebenezers, “How about you see for yourself?” Before he could say another word I pulled him into the Kitchen. Ebenezer yelped slightly as he was pulled unexpectedly, but soon laughed as we walked.

We entered the kitchen, and to say his jaw dropped to the floor was an understatement. “Oh my!” He smirked, remarking that the kids were more heavily floured than I was.

“It was Tim’s fault,” Katherine said, rolling her eyes.

“As long as you two are having fun.” Ebenezer said ruffling Tim’s hair, “Believe me, there is nothing worse than living a life with no fun.”

“Exactly,” I agreed, “Which is the reason why you shall be joining us!”

Ebenezer’s smile fell, “I beg your pardon?”

“You. will. Be. Joining. Us.” I repeated slower.

“Absolutely not.” Ebenezer refused, “I’m not wearing the right clothes! And I have to go back to the office. Imagine the looks I'd get covered in flour?”

I put a finger on his lips, “Hush now. I’m sure the kids would love it, love.” With pleading eyes, the children gazed upward at Ebenezer.

Ebenezer sighed, “Oh, very well.” The kids cheered as they ran back to the counter for the next steps.

I turned to face Ebenezer, who was in a small huff. “Good boy.” I kissed his cheek and walked over to the kids to help them out.

Ebenezer watched me walk away as his face flushed red. He cleared his throat, “I uh, uhm. What- how-”

I laughed at him, “Well, first of all, we need the flour to actually go in the bowl this time, got it, Timmy?” He nodded, giggling slightly.

I explained all the steps on how to make the dough. I then gave Ebenezer a bowl as I demonstrated on my own so they could follow. Katherine picked up on the steps extremely quickly and Tim wasn't too bad either! Ebenezer on the other hand? Well, the spirit was there at least.

I walked around the group, inspecting their gingerbread men, “So who are you making Kathy?” I asked.

“Well, There’s me, Martha, Belinda, Anastasia, and Peter! I’m also going to make mother.” She explained as she rolled out her dough for the last gingerbread.

“And I'm going to make me, Brea, Lucy, and Matthew!” Tim added, “And of course father too.”

“Wonderful,” I grinned at them, I peaked over Ebenezer’s shoulder, “So what are you making, dear?”

“That's something you’ll have to wait and see,” He said, concentrating as hard as he could. “I do have to admit, you make this business appear easier than it is.”

“Well, I've had a lot of experience,” I replied, returning to my own dough to continue my own gingerbread men.

After ten or so minutes, everyone had completed their gingerbread men and were now being baked over the fire. The kids looked around the room, “Now what?” Tim asked.

“Now we just have to wait, I'm afraid,” I replied to him which he sighed too.

“Why don't you children go outside and play for a while? When they're prepared, we'll give you a call.” Ebenezer suggested, which they both nodded to, running out of the kitchen to go play in the snow. Ebenezer smiled warmly once they left, “What wonderful children they are.”

“They sure are.” I replied, leaning on Ebenezer, I looked up at him, “So why did you visit today?”

Ebenezer rubbed the back of his neck, “ah… Such a foolish reason, I’m afraid. I just wanted to see you, since you've begun running the bakery again I've missed your company at the shop. I know I have Bob, but well. He’s not you.”

Heat rushed to my face, “Oh Ebenezer, you are such an adorable man.” I laughed slightly, “In all honesty, I've missed you too.” His face lit up at that, “But, we both have our businesses to run, we have plenty of time to see one another after closing hours, correct?”

“Quite so.” Ebenezer agreed, “Though that doesn't stop me from being here right now, I told Bob he could take an hour or so off. I’m all yours for now, dear.”

I looked at him to see the flour that covered his cheek, “I think the flour has claimed you instead,” I joke, wiping it away.

After so long I checked the gingerbread and saw they were perfectly cooked, “Ah, perfect, would you be a sweetheart and go get the kids?” I asked, Ebenezer straight away got to it, walking to the front to collect the kids.

Meanwhile, I grabbed the gingerbread from the fire oven, the kid’s gingerbread looked beautiful! They were perfect! Ebenezers? Well, it was perfect in his own way. I had to tilt my head slightly to see the shape of men though…

I placed all the gingerbread onto cooling trays before the kids re-entered with Ebenezer. They all gasped seeing their gingerbread.

“They look marvellous! Well done children!” Ebenezer praised, he looked over to his and laughed awkwardly, “Well, mine is… something!”

“It’s beautiful in its own way.” I kissed his cheek, returning to my own baked treats, “Now, it's time for the fun part, Decorating!” I announced, the kids squealed with excitement.

“I suppose I can try.” Ebenezer looked nervously at his gingerbread, he only made two yet he was struggling to keep up, whereas the kid made loads and they looked beautiful!

Twenty minutes later, everyone had fully finished decorating. The kid smiled looking at their gingerbread, they both did a wonderful job, they were truly talented in the business of bakery.

“Well done, my loves! They look so beautiful!” I praised them as I helped them pack their gingerbread into baskets. “You both are so talented!”

I walked over to Ebenezer’s, his were definitely… interesting, “Well, they look like people!” I said with a grin. “Can I ask who they are now?”

“Well,” Ebenezer began, “They're supposed to be us.” He squinted slightly, “They don't look a lot like us, huh.”

I wrapped my arms around him, “I think they're wonderful.”

“Y/n? Can we take these home now?” Tim asked, quite giddily.

“I don't see why not?” I replied, “Why don't Ebenezer and I follow you there, it’d be nice to see your mother, I haven't seen her very much since Christmas.” Ebenezer and the children agreed as we followed them out of the bakery.

Ebenezer looked around quite confused at the darkness of London, “Did I leave Bob at the shop all afternoon?” He asked, “I’ll make it up to him tomorrow,” He said as he locked the door for me to the bakery. I linked arms with Ebenezer, as we walked; he became slightly anxious as the kids sprinted ahead. “Don't go too far ahead, children! Stay where we can see you.”

“You know, You’d be an excellent father, my love.” I told him, and he smiled at that.

“I must admit, I have always dreamed of being a father one day. And after Isabel left me I deemed that desire as impossible.” He spoke softly.

“Well, now you have me. Maybe that dream will come true one day.” I replied, squeezing his arm slightly. As we walked I saw the Cratchit home get closer and closer in view. “Ah, there it is, the Cratchit home.” The kids ran ahead to the door, opening it in excitement to present their family with what they had made.

Soon enough we got to the door too, seeing in front of us the whole family crowding around the table, “We made the whole Cratchit family!” Tim announced, “Y/n showed us how to make them!”

Bob looked at the baskets and smiled, “Wonderful! Just wonderful! You two are the finest bakers in the whole of London!”

One of the older kids, Martha, laughed as she noticed me at the doorway with Ebenezer, “Y/n don't take offence to that statement.”

Bob turned around, he laughed in surprise, “Y/n, Ebenezer! So glad to see both of you, sorry I wasn't expecting visitors.”

“It’s quite alright Bob, we were just making sure the children got back here safely, we couldn't possibly let them go through London at this hour.” Ebenezer assured, taking off his top hat and placing it on Tim, making the other children laugh.

“Well, we have extra soup and bread rolls if you would like to stay for dinner.” Ethel said as she placed some bowls on the table, “I’m sure the kids would love to have you here and so would I of course.”

“I don't see why not,” I looked at Ebenezer as I placed the basket that had Ebenezer’s and my gingerbread men in on the floor, “What do you say, love?”

“If that's okay with you, we’d love to.” Ebenezer replied, taking off his jacket and placing them with the other coats.

The Cratchit children cheered once they heard the news of us staying over for dinner, and I was delighted too. This family was the most incredible family I could possibly imagine! In fact, I couldn't imagine a life without them, they made me feel included with their family when I had no one else to turn to. In a way, they were my family.

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the-house-of-auditore-frye · 2 years ago

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So... I have another idea for a Scrooge x reader fic because I am whipped for that man like nobody's business

and it's a big long so I'll put it beneath the cut! As always, if anyone is up for writing it, please tag me!

So before we begin, let's talk about the reader. So she is a seamstress around 28 years old and sells clothes but makes clothes free for many of the street urchins. Because of this, she keeps falling deeper into debt with Scrooge whom she has a crush on. She is the only person aside from Harry who believes that deep down, Scrooge is a good person. She has a daughter from a one night stand with a man who swore he'd marry her but then took advantage of her and left the next morning. Her daughter who I'm going to call Lily, for simplicity, is a part of Beryl's gang. Even though she is a single mother, the town's folk adore her because of her kindness. I think that's everything? Onto the story!

So this story would be paced similar to the story so there is: pre ghosts, past, present, future and post ghosts.

Pre ghosts: so it starts off like the film, humbug and so forth. After visiting Jenkins, Scrooge goes to the reader and does a similar thing in ridiculously increasing her debt. She pleads with him saying that she has no other income coming and that she has a daughter. However Scrooge makes the comment that having a daughter was her decision and leaves. Later on, reader comes to the office, giving Bob a bunch of free clothes for his children. She then goes into Scrooge's office asking if he'd like to join her and Lily for Christmas dinner. Scrooge refuses and reader keeps pushing saying that it would make her day and the struggles of being a single mother until Scrooge snaps at her: saying that he doesn't know how a young and beautiful woman could be so stupid as to become pregnant with no plan, how Lily deserves better and how no decent man would ever ask her to marry him. Reader, who's deeply upset, gives Scrooge the present she made for him, wishing him a merry Christmas and leaves. And then Marley comes etc.

Past: So after visiting his memories of Jen and Isabel, Scrooge and Past go into the more recent past. Scrooge comments on this, stating that it's only about 8 years ago and not really the past but Past tells him that they are no longer looking at his past. They start following a man who Scrooge recognises as one of Marley's sleeziest clients. He and Past follow him around all day hearing him talk to his friends about his plan to sleep with this innocent girl who is new to the city before ditching her in the middle of the night. A disgusted Scrooge asks why they are following him until they see his date and Scrooge realises that the innocent girl is reader. He also realises that this night matches up with the time Lily would have been conceived and now sees how reader ended up a single mother. It breaks Scrooge's heart knowing that he blamed her when really she was manipulated.

Present: With present, after visiting Harry and Bob, they go to an unfamiliar house. Scrooge then sees a group of children at the table whom he recognises as Lily, Beryl and the gang. Lily tells her friends about how she's "not joking and that her mama really does want to kiss him". Before Scrooge can ask present, reader walks in and immediately Lily asks "Mama, will you tell my friends how you are in love with Mr Scrooge?" The kids starts making disgusted noises and Beryl asks why reader likes Scrooge. Reader replies saying "Sometimes in life, you unfortunately get mixed up with the wrong crowd - even the best of us. I'd like to think Mr Scrooge is the same. A good man who was lost among bad men. Besides one can tell that Mr Scrooge, while aged, is still a very handsome man. How does my name suit? Mrs (Name) Scrooge!" the kids tease her before reader gives them dinner where Scrooge realises that (Besides not taking as much food so that the children can eat) she really does love him.

Future: Future starts the same, Scrooge's death being celebrated, Tiny Tim's death but after that Scrooge sees one person going to his tomb stone. He recognises it a reader but she's alone. She starts talking to the grave, starting off with chit chat about her day until she reveals why she's alone. She says that she had made a deal with her parents, who kicked her out after the pregnancy, that if she wasn't married to a man who could provide for her by the time Lily was 10 years old, they would take her away from reader and raise her. Reader explains that Scrooge was right about no decent man wanting to marry her and because of that she remains unmarried and thus Lily was taken away but that she deserves better. Reader says that she will come visit the grave tomorrow and at this point, Scrooge realises how to make amends with her.

Post ghosts: When Scrooge approaches Beryl's gang asking them to deliver the letters, he asks Lily to hold back since he wishes to speak to her. Reader is invited to the Christmas dinner at 3pm and is very surprised but happy to see Scrooge the way she always thought of him. So Scrooge does the other amends first and after the gift to Bob he finally turns to reader saying "Dear (name), I will never be able to revoke the harsh words I have said to you nor redeem my horrible actions. I am not a decent man… and I am glad not to be as it allows me to ask my next question, with Lily's blessing…" he gestures to the gift. Readers opens it to find an engagement ring. Scrooge proposes to reader who says yes. And it's a happy ending with Scrooge, Reader and Lily as a family. The end!

(I don't know if I've put too much details for what was technically supposed to be an open request😅)

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quill-pen · 2 years ago

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This scene, but with Ebenezer and Reader when they first meet.

And then Reader goes: 🤨*looks Ebenezer over carefully* 😏 "No. But you do remind me of the Big Bad Wolf."

Ebenezer: 😐*blinks in confusion* I beg your pardon?

Reader: You know--"Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in"? "What big teeth you have," "All the better to eat you with"?

Ebenezer: 🤨... You believe I look like a villainous wolf?

Reader: Well, only when you smile like that. Otherwise you just look like a regular wolf--steely hair and all. 😆It's uncanny!

#ebenezer scrooge #scrooge 2022 #netflix scrooge #ebenezer scrooge x reader #ebenezer scrooge x you #fanfiction #scrooge a christmas carol #meet cute #big bad wolf scrooge #just a touch of lore Olympus #i love these two so much--their dynamic from friendship to more will be to die for😫#romance #ebeness

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sageteapost · 2 years ago

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| Yandere! Ebenezer Scrooge Headcanons |

[ Ebenezer Scrooge x GN! Reader ]

TW & CW + Tags: Yandere and dark themes, unhealthy relationship, abuse of power, manipulation, kidnapping, hints of stalking. Do not read if this is potentially triggering. I do not condone this type of relationship. This purely fiction. (Relationship not initially established at beginning. GN! Reader.)

Summary: Headcanons of pre-visitors and post visitors of yandere Ebenezer Scrooge.

[(A/N): This might floor some people, but my god, when I saw A Christmas Carol on Netflix I died when this man came on screen. Never would have known I'd fall for Scrooge of all people in 2022. ]

Pre-Visitors:

Ebenezer is a cruel man. And until he met you, you weren't any different from anyone else.

Before the three ghosts of Christmas see him, he's much more strict. Cold. And a bit selfish.

He knew that the way he felt about you wasn't normal nor healthy. Did he care? Not really.

Scrooge would keep you away from the outside world, saying how it's for your own good and the world isn't deserving of your presence. That you only need him and no one else.

After all, he does have the money and influence over others to do whatever he wants.

Anyone getting bit too close to you? Suddenly they find themselves in a huge amount of debt where they might not even be able to pay it back in their lifetime.

Scrooge doesn't even need to put someone in debt, as his presence is more than enough to sway someone to follow his orders to stay away.

He also uses money as a way to make you stay. Whether that be showering you with whatever your heart desires or saying how only he could provide what you need to survive.

Should you accept his affections, he'd struggle to hide that long lost warmth in his chest he feels when you say so.

But don't get things confused. Scrooge may soften his rough edges with you, but that doesn't mean he'll be totally vulnerable.

Probably would kidnap you eventually. He wouldn't do it himself, but pay someone else do it instead and stage it to look like an accident.

Who would question him? No one. At least, no one would dare.

"Leave? Absolutely not. You couldn't, even if you wanted to. It's too dangerous for someone so fragile like you. Now tell me, who would protect you without me?"

Post-Visitors:

Following the events of what had transpired that Christmas, you could definitely say Scrooge is a changed man.

His cold and stern attitude switched over to a much more gentle and kind one. Perhaps, that might have saved you from enduring his old self.

He'll continue to be stern, but definitely not as much as before. And he's much nicer towards you as well.

Spoiling you with gifts, affection, and attention. Whatever you desired, he'd give to you on a silver platter.

The differences between him now and in the past are that he would use less forceful means to keep you where he wants.

Compared to pre-visitor Scrooge, instead of using money and intimidation tactics, he'd start by being more protective and even possessive towards you.

Slowly appearing in places you're frequently at, either approaching you directly or quietly watching from a distance.

He says how he's doing this because he loves you, and he wants to keep you safe.

He doesn't want to lose you. He can't lose you. He's been alone since Isabel left and for the first time in forever, he finally feels that lovely warmth in his body once again.

Should you feel the same, he'd be overjoyed. Perhaps this was all worth it in the end, he thinks. You love him, he loves you. That's all he could ever want.

Scrooge would either convince you to stay with him permanently, or kidnap you if you said no. Again, trying to justify his actions so that he can keep you safe.

He won't let you go. Never.

"Don't you see, darling? I am doing this because I love you! Why can't you comprehend that? You'll be safe and loved with me, so why do you wish to leave?"

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 years ago

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How would Scrooge react to a younger fem! Reader taking interest in him?

A/n: I’m gonna make these into Headcanons. I am so sorry. If you want a fic of this let me know, I’m just having some really bad writers block.

✨: Would 100% think you are speaking about his nephew, think it’s some kind of joke.

✨: Would try to avoid you at first, doesn’t believe. Does not want to believe a beautiful woman like yourself wants anything to od this him.

✨: Slowly starts to get used to seeing you more, especially after what he went through knowing someone else has their sight set on you.

✨:Is a bit stiff when he tries to woo you, he’s awkward too. The man hasn’t done this in years and even then he was still awkward about it.

✨: Isn’t used to having a young woman by his side, Scrooge rather enjoys when you hold onto his arm.

✨: Sweaty palms when it comes to asking you to marry him, he rather not lose you.

✨: Take him a little while to kissing you in public, you are a lot younger than he is and the man can’t help but feel like he doesn’t deserve you.

✨: You wearing him out a lot, Scooge isn’t used to all this sex.

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elianas-cozycorner · 2 years ago

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𝓞𝓷 𝓟𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼 | 𝓢𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓰𝓮 (2022)

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 Three (Part 1) | Jacob Marley

Summary: After dismissing Bob Cratchit and Ms. Blackwood from his office, Ebenezer Scrooge makes his way home. Hopeful to have a quite evening, the man is utterly unprepared for what comes next.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry for the chapter delay, loves! Mental health got the better of me, as did schooling.

I struggled to find a good mid-way point between the two halves of this chapter and with how much film/book content to actually include. I hope skipping around some parts and only including the important bits is something that works for you guys, but please let me know! I looove feedback!

As you will see, this chapter is very, very long. I actually had to cut it into two parts. I am still working on the second half (which will become chapter 4), so please stay tuned for that! (ﾉ°³ °)ﾉ

Word Count: 4017 Ao3 - Mature Rating WARNINGS: None! :)

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"No decent man, no self preserving gentleman, will want to wed you. You will die a spinster. That is your truth.” The man stands there, chest heaving from such an impassioned speech, and has the gaul to look self satisfied.

“So no, madam, I will not be joining you, nor anyone else, in any celebration of this wretched season.”

/////

‘Ebenezer Scrooge…’

The grandfather clock ticks away, mocking him as he paces in his office. Ebenezer takes one turn, then another, before slowly retracing his steps. He begins blowing out his candles, starting with the one sitting on his desk.

‘Scrooge…’ A ghastly pull of air, whooshing into the silence, goes unheard by the miser. The glass encasing the candle is overcome by a ghostly apparition, fleeting and flickering though it may be. It too goes unnoticed.

The other candles soon meet the same fate, extinguished quickly and with little flourish. Ebenezer is no longer in the mood for dramatic flair. He’s had quite enough excitement for one week, let alone a single evening. He allows one uncovered light to continue flickering as he begins to lock up his funds. Meticulously, he collects every coin and weighs them out. He counts the rogue scale weights and odd ha’penny. But, as he lifts the coin purse from the scale, a feminine face stares back at him.

‘The pledges I’ve broken...’ He rolls his own sins through his mind. The woman stares at him from the shining metal and he cannot fight the wave of sadness that smashes his heart. ‘A fool I was.’

“Tell me,” He begins aloud and turns on his heel to face his mastiff. “Why should I be bright and merry? When all the things of this world conspire against me?”

He blows out the last candle and walks to the front room once more. Just one-and-twenty minutes ago he had sent home his clerk and ledgerman from the very spot he now stood. Just eleven minutes ago he had watched from his office, not ten paces back, as the seamstress fled his establishment in tears. A small twinge of regret runs through his heart, but he shakes it off with a snarl.

‘Ebenezer Scrooge…’ The call is deep, raspy, and once again goes unheard.

Ebenezer adjusts his vest and tailcoat, buttoning the latter item to better prepare for the winter weather. His foul mood only worsens as he pulls on his frock overcoat and top hat, as he now has a clear vantage point of the storm outside. The mild flecks of snow from his previous excursion are transformed into raging, swirling pebbles of ice and enormous flakes. It is as if the cold finds a way past the door and into his bones just from gazing out of the window. The accompanying wind bashes brutally against the glass and he regrets having allowed Ms. Blackwood entry this evening. Had he not permitted her into the counting house he would now be sitting comfortably at home by the fire.

“Come, Prudence,” He slips his gloves on and then slips out the door. “Let us get this over with.”

And so the pair march through the snow, one keeping her head low to avoid the cold flakes and the other trying to steady himself on the cobbles with his cane. No carriages roll down the lane, nor are there any people about. He passes one man advertising some ‘Christmas Extravaganza’ and is forced to take one of his papers. Scrooge thinks the man a fool for staying out so late yet does not bother to stop and tell him so. Instead, he presses on from the business district to the housing streets, happily bidding his nightly farewells to Cornhill Street. Each streetlamp threatens to flicker out as he goes on and soon he quickens his pace, unwilling to freeze over.

He moves onto the street, finding it better worn and less slippery than the walk way. Occasionally, the tips of his shoes flick up some snow and the metal of his cane slips on ice. The layers of white steadily build underfoot and distaste claws its way into the back of his throat. He can hear Prudence shuffling behind him and glances backward to check on her every so often. On one such check in, the hound seems to be occupied by the streetlamps. They flicker oddly in the corner of his eye, but he ignores it. Prudence, however, does not. The mastiff pauses, her long, low whine swallowed by the wind. She watches as the red flames swirl and flare into icy blues and deep indigos.

Feeling uneasy, her master turns abruptly. His eyes scan the empty street frantically, from one walkway to the other. He spins a little on his heel, looking about as though he were a startled doe. “Hello?”

Ebenezer takes a moment to glance down at the late Marley’s pet. “Did you feel that Prudence? A shift in the air… Like someone was just here.” A pause. “Oh, great heavens! What am I saying? You’re a dog.”

With a growl, the man pulls his top hat further over his forehead and slaps his thigh twice; it’s a gesture which beckons Prudence to his side once more. Within a couple breaths, his stately lodging comes into view. Just past Cornhill Street, standing proudly at the edge of Groveland Court, it would have been easy to miss with the darkness of night finally settling and the fog rising to cover the blackened gate. Fortunately for the miser, his servants (of which he keeps only two and on occasion hires a charwoman) had arranged his home in proper order this night. He struggles with the gate for a moment, grumbling under his breath the entire time, before finally reaching his doorstep. As he reaches for the door knocker, a chill rushes through him too mighty to be natural.

Ebenezer turns, sharp eyes glaring out into the steadily thickening blizzard. Nothing greets him. He turns back to the door, startling at the ghastly blue face that greets him in the knocker. He gasps aloud, tripping backwards for a moment.

“Ye gods!” But with a blink, the visage disappears.

With one hand over his heart, he uses the other to lift the offending metal. It remains as it should and the man has to blink away the residual shock. As he taps the intricately twisted rectangle against its backing, soft words leave his lips unprovoked. “I must have worked much too much, Prudence.”

He does not have time to do anything else as the door opens for him. A man stands on the other side, dressed down in evening wear. He welcomes Ebenezer inside, holding the door ajar for both man and dog. No words are exchanged as the lender passes his outerwear off to his doorman. Prudence makes her own way through the house and quickly disappears from sight.

“Paulette has set aside your evening wear, sir.” The man's voice is muffled as he moves into a room adjoining the foyer. “I shall be up momentarily to-”

“No, thank you, Charles. I am capable of caring for myself this evening. I have the bell, should I need you.” Scrooge sighs harshly.

He moves up the stairs that curl up and around the back of the foyer, stopping briefly halfway to bark an order. He does not look back, nor acknowledge the fact that his footman is in another room. “I will take dinner in the parlour, have Paulette light the fireplace. I expect my armchair has been moved accordingly?”

Charles reappears in the doorway, but the rustling of his clothes are not enough to draw the money lender’s eye. “All is as it was last evening, sir.”

“Good.” A couple more steps up and then– “Once you are through with your tasks, go home.”

“Pardon?” The surprise is plain to read from Charles’ tone.

Ebenezer Scrooge turns, aiming a glare at the man. “I do not wish to be further disturbed this season. You will not be required on the morrow, neither will I require Paulette. Take her with you, before the storm prevents you. I understand that you may wish to spend the day with family.”

“Thank you, sir–”

“Get on with your work, Charles.” A dismissive flick of the hand sends the footman scurrying.

/////

The green nightcap bounces against his shoulder blade as Scrooge stands from his armchair. The fire’s warm glow is slowly dwindling and not a tendril of sleep touched the miser. Unlike the dog sprawled just beside the fireplace, half asleep with a bone in her mouth. Taking the poker, he gently prods the coals. He watches, entranced by the fire as it roars back to life, and imagines the day’s events played out in the oranges and reds. Yet, his green evening wear shimmers in the light and catches his attention. From the pocket of his robe, the corner of a paper crinkles loudly.

The flyer for the Liverpool Street Christmas Extravaganza greets him. With a shake of his head he thinks, ‘I thought Charles disposed of this garbage.’

He stares for another moment. “Every year, Prudence,” words both venomous and disappointed sound sweet on his wine-calmed tongue. “They are all filled with such joy, such gladness. They practically sparkle with it. They must know, surely, they must.”

He prods the fire a little harder before returning the poker to its rightful place. He replaces the empty space in his hand with the flyer. Scrooge squints at the page, turning it into the light to read it better, and speaks his opinions aloud, “With the growing surplus populus and housing crisis, not to mention the absolute mockery that is being made of good business with these workmen strikes, someone ought to treat these people tougher. Christmas? A humbug. It’s as though the entire city takes a day off! A day off, how ridiculous! Bring them down to size, I say.”

Prudence glances up as her owner’s voice increases in volume. She drops her bone, stands, and walks further away from him and the fire. By the time he crumples the flyer and tosses it into the flames, she is adrift in the world of canine dreams once more.

“I do not understand, will never understand, how they’re so cheery! I am not happy so why should they be? Do they not see how pointless and foul this holiday is? Well? Tell me!” He shouts, grabbing the poker once more to fully squash the remnants of the paper.

This time, however, as the poker meets the coals a bright flash of blue flame

rushes up to meet him. With a startled yelp, Ebenezer flies backward into his armchair. The blue flame shifts and whirls however, leaving the gentleman even worse for wear. It begins to freeze, ice and frost overtaking the fireplace and the wall. The mirror above the mantel is encased in pale, blue shards which soon erupt toward him. Icicles form on the chandelier, reaching down for him, and the wooden floorboards beneath groan with the chill. A ghastly face, somehow familiar, stretches across the brick in front of him. Its mouth is formed by the firebox, its bottom jaw running down and across the hearth. His name, once unheard and unnoticed, comes calling on the howling winds. Snow and hail smash at his feet, faster and faster the louder the roars of his name become. It is a hell which ends only when the ghost of his former employer floats before him. The armchair, a symbol of safety and normalcy for the miser, is pulled from under him. He watches it scratch across his floors, glide smoothly to his midnight caller, before ultimately becoming the visitor’s throne.

“J-J-Jacob Marley?” At first, Ebenezer speaks with fear. His voice trembles and he shakes in his slippers. Then he manages a grip on reality. “Impossible! You’re–”

“Dead?” Marley laughs and settles into the chair. “Quite right, my friend, quite right. And yet… Here I am! If anything, I am dead tired.”

“What in God’s name–” Scrooge steps forward again, a scowl on his face once more.

“Oh no, Ebenezer. Do not bring your God into this.” The phantom groans and waves his arms about him like he is physically pained. “No, no. I’m not here on that old business.”

“What? What are you talking about? Why are you here?” His friend’s confusion is plain to see and Marley laughs again.

“I do apologise for the dramatic entrance, old boy. Those in charge insist on a bit of… pageantry, elegance, hell, even spectacle if you will. Goes with the territory, as is apparent. But, I am sure you and I can discuss the rest like reasonable men. No?” He rubs a ghastly hand across the right side of his moustache. The phantom’s other hand reaches down, patting and brushing along the coat of his prior animal companion. He muses to her briefly as he allows Scrooge to process his coming.

The cogs practically screech to a stop inside the living gentleman’s head, his eyes brighten and he turns to the fire with a gentle smile. “Ah! Marley, I see it so: I must have drifted into slumber by the fire. I am dreaming! Oh what brilliance the mind does conjure!”

The shining, golden coins of Marley’s eyes shine bright then and a wretched mixture of a scoff & laugh exit his frozen lips. “Very well, Ebenezer.”

He rises from the chair, carelessly sweeping an arm to the side and battering the piece of furniture away. Prudence retreats, planting herself firmly behind her master. The winds within the room pick up, the chill of the air turns to bitter ice, and the world dims to near darkness. There is a momentary flash of blue flame, all consuming, and boxes of chains drop from thin air. They snap forward, flashing so quickly toward Ebenezer that he had no other option to let out a screech—

“No!” Ebenezer awakens in a flash, head pounding unnaturally. He is wrapped in the sheets of his own bed, but he cannot recall ever dragging himself into his quarters.

There is a glass of water on his nightstand of which he takes a happy drink. The little light that streams in from the gaps of the curtains bounces along the wood of the bedside table, it lights the face of the small clock that which sits on it. The roundness of the moon peeks through and he wonders immediately at the time. A glance at the aforementioned machine shocks him and brings forth a fiery, recent memory.

I have pulled a few chains… Marley’s dark tone mocks him, a vivid echo inside Scrooge’s head.

And arranged for three visitors to call upon you before morning… The clock reads 12:57am, a chill thrills his spine.

The first shall come when the bell tolls One… Yes, he sees the vision of his visitor so clearly that he begins to sweat.

The second will come calling when the bell tolls Two. The third shall call, well, at Three… Another glance at the time brings Scrooge to fling aside his bedclothes and pace the room. 12:59am. In his mind, he tries to assure himself that it had all been a dream. From the ghosts of past men forgotten, to the freezing grasp of the chains against his flesh, to the terror of truths laid out so plainly before him. But, in his heart, he feels a strange stirring. His gut flips and churns so wildly that he recognizes the truth. Marley’s ghost had been real.

The chiming cascade of the tower bells draw him from his thoughts and he whips his head to gaze at the fireplace. Perhaps the next visitor would come to him as Marley had. He waits, listening. The bells sing beautifully, hauntingly, before the hour bell drums a single note. Yet, nothing happens. Not a single speckle of dying ember flutters forward, no flecking of dust sweeps across the floor by some unseen wind. An overwhelming sense of relief floods the miser.

“Just a dream.” He mutters aloud, a happy string of words if ever he had uttered them. He turns back to his bed. “Just a dream.”

‘The first at One.’ There in the corner of his mind Marley’s voice mutters and, the moment Scrooge takes a step toward his bed, the world falls into unnatural stillness. The dust that had been previously disturbed by his movements halts midair. His breath, visible in the cold room, is frozen in a perfect, cloudy puff in front of his face. There is no more time that can be granted for his observations, as the room begins to shake. A deep rumbling can be heard both externally and rattling through his bones. The ceiling above cracks and splinters, a fissure forming rapidly and purposefully. It strikes the mirror above the fireplace mantle, cracking it clean through, before cleaving down the brick of the firebox and across the floor. The clean break in the wooden boards extends into root-like splinters, reaching for the man’s feet.

He yelps, tripping backward over his ottoman. Tangled in his upholstery and bedclothes, Ebenezer almost misses the arrival of the first spirit. At first a floating candle, a dripping wax figure begins to form before his eyes. He is rendered speechless, helpless to wait until the ghost has fully formed. A beautiful woman, if she was indeed that, is created from the wax. Her dress and hair holds up, despite all expectations. She seems to be talking to herself, adjusting her wax clothing and admiring her form in the mirror. He can only stare, even when she turns to face him.

“—llo?” Suddenly, their eyes lock and her face is inches from his.

“Hello?” He stutters through the word. He knows his face is the perfect picture of confusion and fear. An unbecoming blend.

“Oh! There you are! Back with us… Scrooge? It’s Scrooge, isn’t it?” She speaks in such a rush that it is hard to keep up. The man in question can only offer a mute, small nod. “Yes! That’s it, that’s the one! Oh, my! What a funny name, honey!”

There’s no time for him to have a moment of indignation because the brief pause in her speech had only been to take in air. Did she even need it? “Are you comfortable down there, Scrooge? It doesn’t look very comfortable!”

“Um, well—”

“Oh! Never mind that, up you get!” The wax woman pulls him to his feet.

He pulls away, “Who— What. Who? What are you?”

“Ah, who am I?” She smiles, clapping her hands together proudly. “I can be anyone you have ever known! Even you.”

Her form changes, cycling through various people in the man’s life. Several of them are depicted in unhappy tones by the yellow wax, especially the seamstress, before he is eventually mimicked. It goes on for several moments and Ebenezer does not know whether to be appalled or impressed by the menagerie of forms stored within the wax like living memories, echos of the real world around him. It is beautiful and chilling all the same. He cannot understand the science behind it and almost returns to bed, far too exhausted for this tomfoolery. But, alas, he is drawn in.

“Christmas Past?” He dares to ask.

“Yes,” She says gently. “That is I. You were not told of my coming? Or, perhaps, the most important details were omitted?”

“I was given… some guidance.” He rubs the back of his neck and relishes the feeling of the silk nightcap against his hand.

“You have nothing to fear from me. Afterall, your welfare is my business!”

Her statement sparks something wicked within him. Scrooge snaps at her unapologetically. “I should think not! Ghost, spirit, phantom— no matter the kind of visage you are! To be disturbed at this hour is hardly conducive to my welfare!”

Christmas Past appears affronted and she looks at him as though seeing him for the first time. There is judgement in her gaze when she says, “Your… redemption, then.”

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You bring a small tub into the light of the fire, empty save for a washcloth and a bar of soap. The pathetic embers swirling at the lip of the hearth are quickly stamped out and the coals replaced. There is a kettle hanging over the open flame and the soft noise of boiling water fills the cramped space. You are fortunate enough to have your own room in the poorhouse, separated from countless families, with two beds and a wood stove set apart from the living space. It is easy to maintain and has two windows which can be opened at any time of day with relative safety.

Though it is not much, it is enough. Once you paid your debts, you would buy a room in a nice boarding house on a good street, with amicable neighbours, and plenty of windows to let out the stale air. Kitty would benefit from occasional lessons at the church and your focus could return to the shop. Yes, it would be harder to hide Kitty from the world but you would not impose this life upon her for all her years.

With a strained sigh, you bring yourself from your reverie and grab at the blackened kettle above the fire. The mit around your hand is barely enough to keep your skin from burning, so you make quick work of drawing up a bath. The water swirls, still boiling, against the sides and you move on to ready the warming pan as you wait for it to cool. Kitty sits in the corner, farthest from the open windows, watching you.

“Mother,” Her voice is so delicate, soft. Her demeanour is far too demure for your liking, but you answer her call with clarity and calm.

“Yes, Kitty?” You push the metal pan into the coals at the very edge of the fire, those just beginning to die out, and turn to face her.

“May I close the windows? The winter chill–” She shivers in her thin dayshirt and your heart breaks a little.

“Yes, come, help me close them. I think we have left them open too long, let us not freeze or let in more snow.” You move to one side of the room and she goes to the other. Soon enough, the windows are closed and the bath has settled to an acceptable temperature. “Take your bath first, Catherine, I’d rather the warmth of the water go to you.”

Eventually, you are both ready to sleep. Catherine clambers into her bed, warmed by the bedpan you had placed underneath, and pulls the ratty bedclothes to her chin. It is easy to tuck her in, brush back her hair, and tell her a small story. It is hard to leave her, take the hot pan from under her bed, and listen to the howling of the wind as it rattles against the glass panes. It is agonising to lie awake, listening to the small child’s breath and thinking about the world of hurt Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge had caused you with but a few words.

There is nothing that could properly describe the way your heart had been torn apart and the pieces set ablaze. The sadder yet was the fact that it had not even been his fault. He had been entirely cordial until the payments had begun to slip, until your debt grew and his frustrations mounted. You had revealed to him the truth of your status, your skeletons pulled from the closet of your own volition. The tears barely registered, nor did the taste of salt against your lips. Your family had cast you out, had struck a bargain, and all you had done was prove them right.Completely oblivious to the torment of your aforementioned debtor and the tightening strings of fate, you drift into a world plagued with nightmares. Nightmares that end with only one thing: giving up the one spark of joy in your world– Catherine. Your daughter.

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nahoney22 · 2 years ago

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Outcast (part 2/2)

Ebenezer Scrooge X F!Reader

word count: 4.5k

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With you never seeming to leave his mind, what happens when his irritable nephew comes by and offers company for a dinner party this Christmas. Will he accept and will he pick you as a date?

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Warnings: none, fluff. Scrooge still a little bit of an arse but we love that for him. Quite a heated 😚, not really happy how it turned out ngl I was rushing towards the end. Not proofread.

Part one | Part two

Never had Scrooge been so perplexed about his own feelings before.

The ounce of kindness he had shown last week was playing on his mind both for the good and bad. Good in the sense that it made him feel positive to do something for another yet, the outcome was not at all what he expected.

As you kissed his cheek, clearly overcome with joy in that moment, Scrooge felt sickened soon after. He let his guard down so quickly, something he had never done before in many years. Though, he did replay the moment you had leaned into him and placed your soft lips to his cheek. It sent waves of butterflies in his stomach whenever he thought about it or glanced in your direction.

He simply refused to let something or someone like that get to him again. He’s adamant about that, so certain never to feel that weakness… until you walked into his office.

“Sir?”

As he was scribbling furiously, just thinking about you and the little peck on his cheek, the point of his quill almost pierced the parchment on his desk as he gazed up at you - heart aflame.

“Y-yes?” He clears his throat, sitting up straight and pushing his messy work to the side. “What is it?”

You enter, closing the door behind you. “There is an issue with one of these logs you filled out last week.” You say, a little nervous as correcting your boss was something you never wanted to do and even felt a little out of turn in doing so.

His eyes narrow and holds out his hand, gesturing for the book to which you hand over. A small shuddering breath escapes him however as the touch of your fingers briefly touches his own but you don’t seem to have noticed. Good.

As he checks everything over, he’s almost horrified to see that indeed, there was a mistake. It was only a minor error, a simple misplacement of a decimal point but that is besides the point. He never made mistakes.

Eyes glancing down at the date, he cringes mentally to see it was the exact date he had succumbed to some good in his life. “Ah,” he tenses, fingers flexing against his desk as he suddenly finds it hard to look up at you, “I see.”

You nod slowly, feeling quite a little tense yourself. You wouldn’t particularly say that Ebenezer went back to his old ways, but he had been fairly distant with you. Perhaps you hugging him and giving a small kiss on the cheek was out of line. Though, you believed he would have addressed it, surely? So for now, you kept quiet just as he had been.

“It has been corrected.” He notes, making the necessary changes to the book before sliding it towards you, finally glancing up in your direction. Had your skin always glowed that certain way? Subconsciously he swallows the saliva that built in his throat, wiping his sweaty palms on his suit pants under the desk. “Is there… is there anything else I should be aware of?”

You shake your head. “No. That will be all.” Swiping up the book, you turn to leave but stop as an abrupt noise of a chair scraping across the wooden floor caught your attention. Looking over your shoulder, you raise a brow to see Scrooge standing straight, looking at you but his face reads confusion and nervousness. “Is everything the matter?”

“Yes, I uh,” he struggles to find a reason for his sudden burst of bizzare behaviour, “I saw a spider on my desk.”

“Oh,” you begin to walk back towards his desk to deal with the pesky critter but he quickly moves round the front of his desk and holds his hands up.

“That is quite alright. I can deal with it.” His arm extends, a gesture for you to head towards the door and get back to work.

You’re quick to notice his tone seemed different. There was no anger, no snarky comments he just seemed… peculiar. “Well if you insist.” He walks with you to the door, his hand grasping the handle.

“Indeed I do.” He nods firmly but when you smile at him, his knees go weak and he finds himself smiling too. A rare but handsome sight.

You’re both staring at each other, breaths both a little shaky as clearly you both think about the elephant in the room. If you took one step closer to him, you’re bound to be chest to chest and although you find yourself tempted, you know in your mind that it would be foolish. However, you were unaware that he was thinking the same. He could cloud your senses in a matter of moments, he could take you in his arms and tell you that you’re special for making him feel this way. Subtly, his eyes flicker to your lips…He could perhaps kiss you too if you would allow him.

But, before he could open his mouth (if anything was going to be said anyway) the door bursts wide open sending you tumbling onto the ground upon impact.

“UNCLE EBENEZ- oh dear, are you quite alright?”

You’re rubbing the back of your neck as you sit up to see what could have possibly made you fall so much. Vision blurred briefly, you squinted to see two men looking down at you, seemingly worried glances on their faces.

“What do you think you are doing? Barging in here without invitation?” Your boss snaps at the younger gentleman who has now crouched down in front of you, extending his hand to you.

A look of apology plasters the man’s face, once you sit up and get your bearings. “I was just so excited to see you Uncle and to share my exciting news! Now help me first with this pretty creature I clumsily sent flying.”

Scrooge was shooting flames through his eyes at the back of his nephew's head and a wave of jealousy overpowered him just for a brief second. He thought you were pretty? Bah! Only he can express those secret feelings.

Oh, so he knew you were pretty. Dare he say he also thought you were positively enchanting too. He sighs mentally, that simply did not help his case in trying to get this feeble feeling inside him about you to fade.

Both gentlemen take a hold of your arms and in a matter of seconds, you’re hoisted straight onto your feet. One of the men lets you go and you lose your footing just slightly as you didn’t prepare yourself for such a quick helping. Something wraps around your waist and you’re pulled into something tall and slender. Oh yes, your boss.

Eyes widening, you glance up towards Scrooge and are surprised to see how red his face had gotten. You suspected it could be one of three things. One, there’s a window open and a very cold draft has blistered in. Two, the clear anger he had towards this other gentleman or three, the proximity between the two of you. Oddly enough, you wish it to be the third.

Your face cringes a little at your thoughts and you could almost slap the back of your hand for thinking that way about your boss. But dare you admit he had been on your mind an awful lot?

“There! No harm done. Apologies Miss….?” The young man politely asks for your name to which you give it, standing straighter but for some reason, Scrooge’s arm still held you rather close in case you were going to slip if he let go.

“A very beautiful name may I say.” He charmed with a beaming and rather infectious smile. He then looked between the two of you and a curious brow was raised. “Now then Uncle, I was not aware you were courting someone?”

Both of your bodies stiffen and you’re blushing ridiculously. So doing what you think is the right thing, you step out of his grasp and give him a small nod and then turn to his supposed nephew. “N-no it is not like that. I am merely just one of his workers.” You gush quickly, self-consciously straightening out the skirt to your dress.

Harry’s mouth falls into a small ‘o’ shape and then looks to his Uncle again. “Oh that’s a shame as I was wondering if you and my loving Uncle here,” he grins at Scrooge whose face shows nothing but irritance, “would like to come to a Christmas party I am hosting tonight! Well, I say me but it is really Hela.”

“Hela? Who is that?”

“My wife. I suppose you would know that if you had shown up to my wedding last spring.” The tension was a little too thick for your liking. So quietly, you excused yourself and swiftly left Ebenezer’s office.

The pair of them watch you leave and once Scrooge has closed the door behind you, he is already practically growling at his ‘foolish’ nephew.

“She seems nice, Uncle.” He hints a little too playfully for his liking, making the man scoff and move back to his desk and sit back down.

“What is it you want?” He sighed miserably, picking up his quill and getting back to business.

Harry places his hands on the desk, leaning a little down towards his Uncle as if to get his full attention. “I already stated. You, maybe that rather attractive lady you have working for you, my home for a Christmas party tonight!”

Ebenezer pauses for a second and checks a small Callander to his left before returning his gaze back to his work. “Christmas is not for another seven days.”

“It’s an early party! Oh come on, Uncle please? I never see you and Hela is more than thrilled at the thought of you finally making your acquaintance with her.

The older man lets out an obvious heavy sigh and places his quill down. “I think you and I are both aware that my presence is not tolerable, Harry.” He leans back, folds his hands together over his chest and ever so slightly gazes to the window where he saw you. “Besides I also do not think that she will appreciate my company either for the evening.”

There was a doubtful glance on Harry’s face as he looked towards you and then to his Uncle. “I would not be too sure about that…”

Scrooge was quick to pick up on his meaning and merely scoffed once more but it did pique his curiosity. “How so?”

Harry smirks just a tad. “Well, before I interrupted you both I did see the way you were looking at one another.”

He narrows his eyes. “Which is how?”

“You will see.”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

He did not how he managed to lure Scrooge into his plan for the evening but he did. And how Scrooge even managed to convince you to come with him was a miracle all by itself.

Alas however, he stood in front of his old and badly cared for mirror as he straightened out his old dresswear and dusted off his shoulders. It was a little looser than he remembered from around twenty years back when he had a more muscular build to him but, he had nothing else. Although critical of others, he’s surprisingly a critical of himself.

He found himself once more, as usual nowadays, scoffing to himself at the thought of trying to impress another but as he grabs his cane and hat, he takes a steady breath and makes way towards your home.

One step, then another and another he feels nerves tingle in his belly as he tries to think of any good conversation starters or anything that isn’t remotely work related too.

Perhaps he could make a comment about the music that will be played. No doubt it will be joyful and full of cheer that already seemed to be giving him a headache before even stepping foot into his nephews home. Or maybe he could compliment her appearance? His eyes widen at the thought, would he even dare? Would it be out of turn for him to do so? As he walked up the cobbled path to your little humble home, he clears his mind, takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.

There is some silent cursing from behind the door as you hurried to get your shoes on and wrap a scarf round your neck for the winter season. With everything you needed, you yourself inhaled a deep breath and opened the door to see a pink-cheeked Ebenezer.

“Good evening,” you say softly, steppping out and locking the door behind you before you turn to ace him once more, “you look… very smart, Sir.”

He’s truly blown away by what he sees. Your hair is styled to almost perfection aside from the stray piece of hair that dangled down the side of your cheek. You’re sporting a simple yet elegant looking gown that made you look effortlessly beautiful and there was only a simple slither of makeup on your cheeks. You looked beautiful before in his eyes but now he was a little breath taken.

Your shy yet awkward smile was enough to signal that he had just been stood gawping at you rather than address you so he quickly clears his throat, gives a little stomp of his cane and raises his head. “Thank you ma’am, you too look, uh, quite devine.”

He extends his arm to you, knowing this was probably an okay move to make and his throw was correct once you link your arm though his and make haste.

The walk there is silent, a little awkward at first until Harry’s house came into view. “I was not aware you had a nephew, Sir.”

The topic is a little sensitive for him as it would be for most but your curiosity was not at all one of malice. “I thought I told you that you’re allowed to call me by my name and not Sir.” He replies to you with a pointed expression yet there was flicker of a smile hindering on his face somewhere. “But to answer your question, he is the son of my late sister.”

Your face drops but you do slowly start to remember that there is a picture on hiw desk of him as a young boy with a young girl. There is an ache in your heart and as you begin to apologise he holds up his hand to stop you.

“No need for that. Although I found him barely tolerable, he is still my nephew if that did mean the loss of my sister. Alas, we move forward.” He grumbles the last part. Gods, he really is getting a little soft if he now thinks of Harry as ‘barely tolerbale’ rather than intolerable.

When you both entered Harry’s home, you both had never felt so much like outcasts in your lives. Although your dress was nice it was nothing compared to the gowns that the other ladies were wearing and Scrooge, obviously, stuck out like a sore thumb and folk seemed to avoid him like the plague.

Your coat is removed by one of the servers that Harry must have hired for the evening and even though you protest a little, it was still taken from your shoulders as did your scarf, Scrooge’s hat, coat and cane as well.

“Uncle, Ma’am! How lovely it is to see you both here. Thank you for coming.” Harry yells over the crowd, some odd glances being tossed in your direction. You grow a little self conscious, wrapping your arms around yourself whilst trying to show somewhat dignity. With many prying eyes, looking you up and down the company you’re keeping is not the most favorable. Which is a shame since you did not seem to mind that part.

“This is a lovely… home you have.” Scrooge says through slightly gritted teeth, well out of his comfort zone as he gazed up to the large sparkling chandelier above the pair of you. As expected, the music was terribly cheerful for his taste but from the corner of his eye he sees you humming gently to the music. Maybe the difference in music tastes was enough for him to try and dislike you less which was seemingly starting to feel impossible. Especially when he sees how calm and talkative you are with Hela who comes over.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet the man who likes to hide away from us.” Hela had teased playfully, earning a hearty laugh from her husband and even a small one from you.

Scrooge releases a strained breath, trying to hold in any rude comment he had the desire to make. “Pleasure’s all mine though please, do not get used to it…”

He felt a small nudge to his side and he glanced down at you, a dubious look on his face as you gave him a stern glance. “You have a lovely home.” You beam at Hela, turning your attention back to her. “I’d be glad to come and visit again and I’m sure Ebenezer would too.”

Hela leans into her husband, smiling fondly at the two of you as she swirls the contents in her glass around. “Say, how long have you two been married?”

It was a good job you weren’t drinking tonight because otherwise whatever you had consumed would have been spluttered all over the floor. With a deep inhale of a sharp breath, you felt rather confound. This is the second time this has happened in the space of very few hours and if it were to happen a third, you would feel compelled to say just under a year.

“Not married. She is,” Scrooge clears the thick tension, clearing his throat and holding his chin high, “too good for me.”

Your heart swells a little at his words though there is a small pang of empathy in your mind. Behind the tough exterior, you had definitely seen his soft side and therefore you knew there was good in him. Good enough for you at least.

Before Hela could speak up, seeing the abashed look on your face, the music swells into a more slow-tempered melody. “This song is my favorite.” Harry chimes, taking his wife’s hand in his and leading her to the open floor.

The two of you stand back, watching couple join together in a dance and if you didn’t feel out of place before, you certainly did now.

For some reason, your mouth decides to speak for you before your mind could process. “Do you dance, Ebenezer?”

“Not if I can help it.” He quips without a second thought but when he does think, he looks down to you. “D-do you?”

You don’t meet his gaze, instead smile a little at his stutter. “No.”

As you turn your head, you’re almost breath taken as his eyes bore into your own. They’re intense but not ones that will make you shake in fear - instead - they were ones that caused a bonfire in your heart. “Would you like to go somewhere quieter? The music is a little too loud for me.” You suggest, giving a little white lie in the process.

His heartbeat quickens and although this mind was screaming no, his heart was saying yes. He nods and the two of you quietly leave the room and decide to slip into an unoccupied drawing-room.

When the door closes, you're both alone. The sound of music from the other room does resound off the walls but it was quite nice. Though, you could hear your heartbeat strumming in your ear.

You walk towards the center, hands clasped together at your front as he takes in the architecture. “Your nephew's home really is lovely. He must have done well for himself.”

“Yes, well I would like to imagine that my brother-in-law had sought him in the right direction after mine and my sister's upbringing.” There was a bitterness in his tone, taking a walk round the room and subtly admiring the large pairings and portraits along the walls.

“Life was rough for you?” You question, watching him as he traced a delicate finger along the mantle above the fireplace, expecting dirt but nothing to show.

“Quite. My father was not a kind man and was not a good role model to have.” His shoulders slump slightly as he heads towards one of the many large windows, eyes casting out towards the downward snow. “I had to provide mostly for my sister and mother because although he was a rich man he spent his way into debtor’s prison.” He seethed, closing his eyes tightly as a wave of memories flashed before his eyes.

You watched him and there was a temptation tingling in your fingers to reach out and place a comforting arm to his shoulder but you held back as something didn't seem quite right with you. “Ebenezer, forgive me if I am out of turn to speak this way but you speak ill of your father and his debts. Yet, many people owe you debts.”

Slowly, he turns his head to look at you. As you stand there, twiddling your fingers he understands what you are getting at but was certainly not ready to have his pride shot down by your truthful words. “That is the career path I chose and if people choose to ask for money, I will loan it. If they can not pay me back then I either double it or they themselves can be sent straight to debtors prison too. And owe me debts you say? I like to believe that you are also part of this job are you not? As well as Bob?”

His words were rather high strung, wanting to catch you out as if he should argue with you, as if it would break the mold forming between you two. Though, you raised a brow and gave him an almost disappointed look. “I am merely someone who checks the logs and stacks shelves. I do not communicate with your clients as that is your role. I chose this job as I wanted to do just something no matter how undignified it may seem to others. To do something that was not expected of me.” You speak proud and true, not falling for whatever it was he was trying to insinuate.

“I saw kindness in you Ebenezer. I know deep down you do not want these poor folk we have to end up just like your father did.”

There’s a sting in your words but so painfully true. And that sealed it for him, it was impossible to dislike you. You spoke freely and were not hesitant in your words with him. There was no shying away and the fact you saw the good in him rather than the blackness of his heart meant that he too could believe he was good.

So, he chuckles. A true hearty one at that.

“What is so funny?” You quiz, unsure whether to be offended or not as he approaches you.

When he stops in front of you, he is merely inches away from his chest pressing to yours. “I am amused as to how a lady like you can see so much positivity in someone so cold.” Words just above a whisper, you’re entranced by your boss and you audibly gasped as his hands take hold of your own and he slowly brings them up. “Your hands are rather cold too.”

Jittering breaths, you look down at the hands that held your own and bravely close the gap between you two with just a step closer. “Perhaps you could keep them warm for me?” There’s teasing in your voice and he falters just for a second. His mouth instantly waters and you see his Adam’s apple bop up and down at your proposition.

“I would be g-glad to.” He nods, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips and before you know it, your hands are being raised towards his lips and a warm blow of his breath cascades over your knuckles.

His eyes flicker up at you as he does this, seeing your eyelids flutter close as you bask in the warmth of his breath warms your soft hands. Daringly, damned to hell with how inappropriate it was being intimate with his colleague, his lips graze over one knuckle. Then the next. And then the rest.

“S-Sir, what if someone sees us?”

There’s a low chuckle from him that sends vibrations over your body. “I told you not to call me that.”

You hum in slight amusement though you were a little light-headed at the current events. “That did not answer my question.”

“Then,” he pulls his lips away from your last knuckle on your right hand and moves his gaze to the door and then to you, “they will pity you for being seen with a man like me.” For a second there’s a glimmer of sadness in his eyes and so you release one of your hands from his embrace and carefully place it on his cheek.

“Do you know what else is cold?” You say quietly, trying to keep your breath as steady and not unwavered as possible.

“I am unaware. What is?”

In for a shilling, in for a pound.

“My lips.”

His eyes widened at your indirect proposal but your face showed nothing but sincerity. So, he did the thing that he tried so hard not to even think about doing and leans into your touch, arm snaking around your waist until you’re flushed against him. “Is this what you desire? I… I am not a good man.”

With a wry smile you softly nod your head. “Yes, and you are a good man even if you do not see it yet.”

Overcome with the emotion of being wanted, his free hand moves to the back of your head and nestles in your hair as he captures your lips in a somewhat desperate and needy kiss.

You’re almost knocked off your feet as his lips descended on yours, his eyes tightly shut as if he were to open them for it all to be a dream. When you reciprocate, even beginning to move his lips along his, he relaxes.

You could feel your heartbeat speeding up, your other hand placing it to his chest to see if you could feel his; and you can. His head tips, welcoming the feeling of warm and soft lips but he almost faints as your tongue brushes against his lips yet he welcomes the foreign yet exciting new sensation.

Both of your breathing gets a little heavy, fingers tightening on your waist and you gasp as you’re moved back, back pressing to the wall.

Nothing could have expected you for this moment, nothing at all. Although as your tongues probe at one another, swallowing each other’s soft and welcoming moans, you’re completely blown away at how assertive and dominant he became. Especially when one of his hands travels up the bodice of your dress and presses to the side of your neck. His lips leave your now slightly plump ones and you’re shivering in ecstasy as his lips instead caress at your cheek, then your jaw and soon found home on your neck.

Maybe, you both should take this back to his place before you could spoil both of your reputations.

tags for those who wanted a part 2: @8e-h-e8 @simp123321 @jazz-53 @xxsapphire14 @chocotacobread

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xxkiller-muffinxx · 2 years ago

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☽Evermore☾

Pairing: Scrooge x reader

F!reader

Summary: Scrooge wonders why (Y/N)’s been around for so long, and realizes what he truly need.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: ANGST ALL THE WAY

A/N: takes place before the movie, and reader is not married, as something happened to her husband after their first born, thank you very MUCH.

(Y/N) and Scrooge have known each other for almost their whole lives. admittedly that included the dull moment, and even the bad ones, but truth be told Scrooge didn’t mind that.

Their friendship was strong, and nothing could shake that. Nothing did. (Y/N) was there everytime, including now. Jacob Marley had died nearly 2 weeks ago, and (Y/N) was visiting to comfort her old friend. Unfortunately she had to bring her daughter and grandson as well. Scrooge hated kids then, so they played downstairs while he and (Y/N) spoke in his sitting room.

“My friend I’m so so sorry for your loss.” She says. Scrooge had heard that so many times out of her mouth he wondered if that was a lie. Yet everytime she said it with more passion. “(Y/N), as many times as you have said that you might as well be lying.”

(Y/N) chuckled at her friend. “Very well, then I’ll say this. You can speak to me, send a letter, or even send a gremlin to retrieve me anytime you need me. We’re friends after all Ebenezer.” That name was spoken so softly. It was almost sweet. He resented that name, and he hated hearing her use it more.

“Mr. Scrooge.”

“Oh posh. Quite with that.” (Y/N) sharply responds. “As long as I’m your friend, and I’m allowed to continue admiring you. I’ll call you Ebenezer Scrooge, never Mr.Scrooge. Scrooge. Or even a Flapdoodle, as I’ve heard people call you.” (Y/N) laughs at that last one, Scrooge seems more than offended by that statement.

“One thing is for certain, Scrooge. I’ll never stop being your friend unless you stab me through the heart to silence me. I’ll never leave.” She places a hand on Scrooge’s as his arms are crossed in his chair.

“Mother! William is getting sleepy, we must go!”

Scrooge looks at (Y/N)’s hand, and then up at her. She’s looking towards the door into his sitting room. She then looks down at him, pushing back his hair and kissing his forehead softly. “I wish you the best Ebenezer.” She turns away, instinctively Scrooge stands up to watch her go. “I…you as well (Y/N)” she exits the door, accidentally leaving the door open as she leaves.

Admiring? Who in god's name would think that he’s admiring? (Y/N)…of course that’s who. He rushes to the nearest window. He watches for a moment, trying to see past the wooden boards. When he sees (Y/N) walking away from his front doorsteps, his hand trails his face to his forehead. He took a deep breath, stepping back from the window.

“I was the one who had it all…

I was the master of my fate…

He turns to his chair, grabbing the edge of it. Running a hand over the exterior. He squeezes it tightly as he shoves it away. He looked at his hands in thought. Why does she mean so much to him when the world means so little?

“I never needed anybody in my life!

I learned the truth too late.

He wanders his sitting room, leaning against a window. Remembering when he threw her away for the first time. The look on her face broke his heart. He wanted to forget.

“I’ll never shake away the pain.

He closes his eyes, her face never disappearing.

“I close my eyes but she's still there.

It honestly upsets him a great deal. that no matter what he does, he just can't get rid of her. He raises his hands slowly and pulls them down to his heart as if stabbing himself.

“I let her steal into my melancholy heart,

Maybe it's worse? Maybe she genuinely doesn't want to go. At the idea of this thought he looks back out the window

“it's more than I can bare.

She walks with another woman carrying a toddler, that woman nagging and fiercely taunting her. What Scrooge didn't expect was (Y/N) to look back at the house, and up at him. He felt his heart hit his stomach.

“Now I know, she'll never leave me.

Even as she runs away.

His hand gently brushes the window as she looks away again. He feels himself melt in his own mind when he reminds himself of how long she's stayed.

“She will still torment me,

Calm me, hurt me!

Move me…come what may

He steps away from the window looking all around his sitting room with newfound confusion, why would she waste her time around a fool like him? Unless of course she has reason to. No…that can't be right either it has to be a spell, witchcraft? he stops, his back resting on his chair.

“Wasting in my lonely tower

Waiting by an open door.

He’s swallowed so deep into his own thoughts that when a figure of his imagination, (Y/N) enters the room again he's unable to move.

“I'll fool myself she’ll walk right in.

He cringes when he finds himself stepping forward, but stops in his resolve to give her a hopeful glance.

“And be with me…for evermore.

He sees the spirit of (Y/N) walk toward him with open arms, and in a moment of desperation he swipes her away to get rid of her. Stifling a gasp when another (Y/N) hugs him from behind.

“I rage against the trials of love!

He's startled by another (Y/N) trying to hug him, and swipes her away, her body erupting into a million stars, causing his eyes to strain. Then by another in which he shoves off of his side and she bursts into stars as well.

“I curse the fading of the light!

He slowly walks to the door, hopelessly trying to shut it when he sees another (Y/N) from across the sitting room aimlessly looking around.

“Though she's already flown so far beyond my reach.

He feels his arms lift toward her in exhaustion. She sees him, and holds her hands over her heart. Scrooge steps toward her as she treks to meet him halfway.

“She’s never out of sight.

He stops to ponder to himself “why?” Not realizing this imaginary (Y/N) is running at him with a purpose. He puts out his hands as she jumps, catching her delicately in his hands. He feels her arms wrap around his neck as if real. He spun a countless number of times with her in his arms.

“Now I know she’ll never leave me.

Even as she fades from view.

He allows her to fall onto her feet, taking her hands. He leads her through a dance. Slowly turning her in a big circle. His eyes never leave hers. To think that she was the fool. the more he thought the more it’d make sense for him to be the fool.

“She will still inspire me

He takes her hand and twirls her above her head pulling her close, a hand delicately holding her waist.

“Be a part of everything I do.

He holds her tight as he leans down, dipping her. He springs back up keeping a hand on her waist while his other palm takes her opposing hand. Her hand rested on his shoulder and in his hand as they Waltzed.

“Wasting in my lonely tower

waiting by an open door!

He twirls her once more, this time allowing her to run freely away from him. He slows to a stop. He was always blind to things like love or even caring for another person. He’d admit he wished he’d learned sooner.

“I’ll fool myself she’ll walk right in.

He watches as his fictional friend turns to him. Arms spread out. She stands waiting. He takes one step, and then another.

“And as the long long nights begin.

His steps quicken as he reaches out to her. He hesitates, stopping in his tracks to pull back his hair in impatient worry.

“I’ll think of all that might have been.

Waiting here…

He continues his stride until he’s right in front of her, afraid to even graze her skin.

“For ever…

In a flurry of grief, anger, and panic. He wraps his arms around her, begging her to hold him back. Yet, nothing comes.

“More!”

He holds himself as he looks up to the ceiling, knees weakening, causing him to fall to the floor. Gripping his clothing until his knuckles are white.

Once he’s quiet again he grabs hold of his throat. “How could I have been such a fool?” He stands up. Fixing his hair, and his clothes. He leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. As he walks he hears a voice.

“Where in gods…Aha! There you are.”

When he hears it he stops. Then paces his way down the hall and down the steps. “(Y/N)?” The woman looks up at him. “Ebenezer! It’s good to see you, my fine fellow! You see I had forgotten my grandson’s blanket, it's his favorite. So I had to come back and get it before he started crying, but that’s all, I’ll get out of your hair now.” Ebenezer rolls his eyes, but then feels a pang in his heart. (Y/N) turns to leave.

“(Y/N).” He projects, and this causes (Y/N) to flinch. She turns and with a laugh yells out his name too “Ebenezer! Still trying to keep the intimidation going, aren't you? What is it, my frightful friend?” Scrooge opened his mouth to respond. Bringing his hands together warms them up.

No.

She did not deserve Scrooge, nor Mr. Scrooge or even the…unfortunate flapdoodle everyone sees him as. Not now, not ever. He had to be better to ever think about the two of them…together. “Stay warm, there’s supposedly another snowstorm tonight, and make sure to take care of yourself.” (Y/N)’s face lights up with shock. She smiles, turning to the door.

Ebenezer watches as she walks her next words said aloud in her usual, cheery kind tone. “I wish you the best, Ebenezer! And remember, my door is always open.” She leaves, shutting the door. Scrooge gazes at the door. His head drops toward the ground. Disappointment and grief running rampant through his veins.

“I know…that’s why I need you.”

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