#Yet she should not be so comfortable with asking this much secrecy to her daughter's friend who is only a few years older

[immediatebreakfast]

It's incredible how this is the first time we meet Mrs. Westenra, and the first thing we see the woman do is confide to Mina how she is going to to die. There is no dancing around the issue, no maybe, just a firm "Yes I am going to die" which is said to someone who is not her daughter.

Someone who already has the stress of caring for the two most important people in her life, Jonathan who she dreads to be probably dead, and Lucy whose sleepwalking is worsening her state, like an illness. Even if the text itself, and Mina don't write it out loud, it's a situation that anyone would find utterly stressful no matter how they look at it. It's worse for Mina since she is a very hands on active character.

So why does Mrs. Westerna thinks is appropiate to tell this to Mina (her daughter's childhood friend), and not Lucy who is her actual daughter? Well the difference seem to be both infatilization, and wrongfully assigned maturity. Lucy gets treated like a child, while Mina gets treated like an adult woman despite being two or three years apart in age.

Poor dear, sweet lady! She confided to me that she has got her death-warrant. She has not told Lucy, and made me promise secrecy

In the eyes of Mrs. Westerna Mina is mature enough to not only guard this secret from Lucy, but also to understand on top of being mentally fine with the implications that this could bring for Lucy. Also, in Mrs. Westerna's eyes Lucy is still a child; she doesn't see a young lady who is taking in the huge responsability of marriage, but a child that is going to have someone else to protect her when she is gone.

Both Mina, and Lucy needed to know at some point that Mrs. Westenra was going to die, but out of the two of them Lucy deserves to know this tragic fact about her mother first. Even if these news make her sleepwalking worse, she still has to know.

I even dare to say that the socio economical difference between Mina, and Lucy make it easier for Mrs. Westenra to choose who to tell. One girl is an orphan working class girl who was forced by her surrounding circumstances to adapt quickly to many living responsabilities, the other girl is a daughter of a noble family with a chronic condition who has adapted her entire personality to please people that surround her social status out of necessity.

[therealpactcommander]

Commander Week Day 7 - Aurene

Written like the Story Journal. At least attempted to

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There’s really nothing to journal about. I woke up, learned about my short coma, and now my own daughter Aurene won’t let me leave because I’m “still hurt.”

But, I’ve written about all of my adventures, and I’m bored to all hell. So, I might as well do something to pass the time. It won’t be as interesting as describing my epic battles against dragons, but I’m in so much need of something to do.

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My hip is aching again. Aurene told me to sit in the water, and I didn’t want to explain that it didn’t have anything to do with being shot. So, now I’m wet and cold. Yay for me.

Another lasting mark from a near-death experience.

I hadn’t told anyone that my hip had gotten caught when Kralkatorik attacked me. Don’t get me wrong, I would have been all crystal if Aurene hadn’t stepped in, and I’m grateful she did. Yet, the agony of brand lodging in to my skin while breaking about 5 different bones isn’t something I’ll forget any time soon.

It hadn’t spread any further from the wound, so I went off and killed Kralkatorik. It was only when I had a moment to breathe when I hid in Thunderhead Keep and started ripping crystals from my skin. Spirits, it hurt- too much flesh came with it. Yet, I had managed to completely remove the crystals without anyone but Rytlock knowing I had been branded. I swore him to secrecy and he helped me bandage up the wound I had caused.

But… sitting in the pool does feel… better, I guess.

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I had another night terror again. Apparently it was a bad one. I certainly remember the nightmare that went with it- that was a bad one, too.

The wound in my chest had flared up again, and… it felt like… him.

That’s why I didn’t dodge the arrow. Rytlock had asked me that at some point. He and I both knew I could have. I didn’t tell him- I just said I had been cold. Judging by the fact I am norn and the low growl he offered me, he probably didn’t believe that.

I could have dodged it. I really could’ve.

But I froze. I froze. Norn don’t freeze when faced with danger.

And yet, when I saw the flaming arrow, my mind went blank. I felt afraid. Fire had never been the same comfort to me after what he did to me. I can’t sleep anymore. I mean, I already wrote about last night- it might have been worse, but the others aren’t all that great either. Aurene says it's okay- that she doesn’t need sleep, and she likes taking care of me. I should be taking care of her, really I appreciate it.

She asks me if I want to talk about it sometimes.

Usually, I answer by asking her back. If my pain that day had bothered her enough to fly halfway across the continent to fight a god as a baby, it couldn’t have been a breeze for her mental health, either. Then, she was kidnapped, force-fed god magic, and immediately started fighting her grandfather.

Of course she knows all of this, but she always answers with something along the lines of “I don’t mind discussing it. That’s why I asked.” Then I’m forced to admit that no, I don’t want to talk about it.

Four years old, and she’s already outsmarting me.

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I wandered around the Eye of the North today. Not anywhere outside of Aurene’s chamber, since she’s smart enough to know that I would try to escape back to the fight. But I wandered anyway. She said it was good that I was walking normally, without pain.

I’m always in pain. I know that. She knows that. I think she was just trying to cheer me up.

There wasn’t much ‘bad’ today, actually. I played with Ivory. She showed Aurene some silly little tricks, then demanded I give her treats. I’m glad. Ever since I’ve been hurt, she’s been depressed, but she seems to be cheering up. She’s playing ‘catch’ with my tail right now- in which she bats it until it flicks away, then she pounces on it. At first it was involuntary and very annoying, but eventually I just started flicking it around for her to chase on purpose.

Aurene mentioned my tail.

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“You keep Ivory’s fur pristine, but you’ve let your tail get matted. Why?”

Thorne wrinkled his nose. “Don’t have time.”

“But you have time to get little outfits for your companion?”

“They make her happy!”

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Little outfits do, in fact, make her happy. She loves little outfits.

Aurene said that I’m going to have to shave the mats out. I will not do that, as I think all of my fur is matted.

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Aurene made me shave my tail. Does it feel better? Yeah, but now I’m cold and my tail looks stupid. Too angry to write today.

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Now that my tail grew some of its fur back, I feel less angry.

Aurene told me more about what being an Elder Dragon was like. How it felt to feel ley lines so strongly you feel like you can see them, or the feeling of magic flowing through you and purifying it as you absorbed it.

She also asked me to show her the new magic I've been working on. I was happy to oblige, and showed her a few fire tricks. She nods and hums when I explain how it works, despite knowing exactly how elemental magic was done.

I love her. I hope she never forgets that.

I never will. She saved me. More than once, but especially after Joko captured me. Whatever state of mind break I had been in, it was her voice that allowed me some sense long enough to distract him before she tore apart the undead lich king like jerky.

I don't know if she knows what really happened when I was in captivity- the enchantment Joko put on my choker muffled our bond after all, which is why it took so long for her to find me. With his death, the enchantment was gone, and I felt her concern for me then. I almost started crying right then, but I just allowed her to carry me on her back, back to safety.

Back to my our family.

[oakwolves]

What's an au you'll never write but still think about alot?

Gilded allegro frozen AU. essentially Ryan is older and assumes Anna’s role while Grace is younger but assumes Elsa’s role in the story. I would say Ryan carries Anna's personality more and Grace does with Elsa's tbh. I havent seen frozen since I was like 12 and I don't really see myself writing a fic about it. I did draw something related to it though (please ignore that I fucked up with the ages)

I actually wrote a long thread about it on my priv twitter that I'm gonna transcribe under the cut. I tweaked a few things about the story lol

I think little Grace didn't quite know how to make awesome snowballs and snowman yet, she just watch Ryan do them and try to copy him. She ends up making a tiny... kind of bell shaped... snow creature with two little rocks for eyes and no other appendages.

Grace looked a little disappointed that her snow-thing didn't look as cool as Ryan's but Ryan's like nooo it’s ok look! We can call it Kez... the snow...bell. And that seems to satisfy Grace for a while.

so everything more or less happens the same in canon (I guess you could assume Grace was adopted into the family?) Either way, Ryan (8) convinces Grace (7) to sneak out into the playroom late at night so they could fool around with Grace's snow powers. And Grace is just so delighted to spend time with her big brother and all, but Ryan gets a little too reckless and nearly slips and falls to his death. Grace narrowly manages to cushion his fall... but not before accidentally striking him in the head with the magic.

Things continue to progress as normal, Grace and Ryan's parents take them to those magical rock trolls to undo the effects of Graces magic and warn them that Ryan should never find out about her powers to keep this from ever happening again.

(to account for Ryan's other siblings, they were sworn to secrecy). So Ryan and Grace more or less grow up isolated within the castle. As far as Ryan knows, they had an accident playing in the snow outside, and now Grace doesn't seem to want to play with him anymore.

And the poor guy blames himself for scaring his sister and he wants to do anything to make it up to her. But poor Gracie, sworn to secrecy, just continues to push him away. And as much as that hurt Ryan, that never stopped him from trying throughout the years

Growing up, Ryan took up things like sword fighting and playing whatever the 19th century version of a guitar is to occupy himself (and also prepare to succeed the throne one day). He became really skilled in swordfighting over the years but his true passion lie in his guitar. It was his source of comfort where he felt painfully isolated.

At some point Grace + Ryan's family went to visit distant relatives overseas. Grace stayed home because she was sick, and Ryan insisted on staying home because he didn't want her to be alone. Of course, like in canon, tragedy strikes, and their family unfortunately perished in a storm, and the two grieved alone.

Eventually came the time for Ryan (now 21) to take the throne as king. Of course, he's estatic because he gets to see other people for the first time in YEARS. Meanwhile poor Grace (now 20) is just TERRIFIED because she's worried about exposing her powers to the public or even worse. To Ryan. But she figures as long as she keeps her gloves on, she'll be fine, and once the coronation ends she'll retreat back to her room

And then you've got Ryan practically skipping, jumping, and dancing all over the palace excited for his coronation... then he bumps into someone at the docks.

She's a beautiful young woman with flowing blonde hair and hazel eyes. Her name is Camila, the only daughter in a long line of sons. Ryan's absolutely enthralled by her. He even asks her to marry him, which she...surprisingly accepts!

The coronation happens as expected and Ryan is declared king and all... then he decides to announce his engagement to Camila! The audience is initially surprised but happy about this announcement... except for Grace. When Ryan is allowed to go into the crowd, he finds Camila. Grace intercepts the two, asking Ryan what the hell is going on, why has he decided to marry (and subsequently make queen) a woman he just met?? The two begin to argue, causing a commotion in the room.

Ryan insists that as King he can marry anyone he wants, not that Grace would even care, shutting her own brother out all these years despite his efforts to get through to her!! This upsets Ryan to the point of leaving the ball in the middle of the party. Camila tries to go after him, and Grace confronts him. In her desperation, grabs on to his arm. When Ryan pulls away from her, the action sets Grace off enough to accidentally expose her powers to Ryan and the other guests.

Terrified, she flees the area before anyone can apprehend her.

Aaaaand that's as far as I got in the AU

[zeezelweazel]

Encanto| General Relationship Headcannons|

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Woww yet another hyperfixation, would you look at that

Maybe I'll make a part 2 with the rest of the girls

Characters included : Isabela, Dolores, Mirabel

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• Isabela •

You're so lucky to be dating her

I personally feel like she has very high standards so if you fit them congratulations.

Definitely kept your relationship a secret.

She was too scared to say anything, to her abuela especially.

Dolores of course knows about it, but she promised Isa that she's not going to say anything to anyone.

Her parents became suspicious, as she was spending more and more time outside seemingly by herself.

One day they both decided to talk to Isabela about it.

She had just come back from one of your dates and when she walked in her parents were sitting in the diner table both very serious.

They asked her all of these questions with such seriousness and Isabela knew that she couldn't hide it anymore and that her parents probably already knew about it and now they hate her-

She almost broke down right then and there but her parents were quick to comfort her.

You sure had some petty arguements about the secrecy surrounding your relationship.

After casita was rebuilt and the family finally started healing Isabela came clean about your relationship.

You have cute little dates in the forest.

She loves telling you all about the new plants she learnt how to grow and you love hearing about it :)

She will also glady hear about anything that you like.

Literally has heart eyes every time you get excited when you talk about your interests.

She wasn't used to pda at first and got really flustered whenever you showed affection in public, especially when her family was around.

Now she absolutely loves it, even though she'll still blush like crazy.

Thank the gods for her dark skin

Flowers often sprout on her beautiful hair when you do so and it gives you one more reason to fluster her ;)

You mostly give her neck kisses and she returns them if she's not dying of embarrassment.

She won't admit it but she loves cuddles.

One time she woke up at night but couldn't fall asleep again so she shook you awake and asked you to cuddle with her. You remembered and asked her about it the next morning but she said she remembers nothing.

She did remember it all of course :)

She goes all out on anniversaries and throws a huge celebration, buys you a ton of gifts etc

She's a romantic soul at heart and will pamper you to no end.

Julieta and Agustin love you as their own daughter and Luisa and Mirabel have a great relationship with you.

I think that Pepa will be the most overprotective one from the family.

Gives you the shovel talk while Felix is trying to calm her down.

She can get pretty insecure at times.

She also struggles with a lot of anxiety.

Sometimes she might want to just sit down and angrily vent to you about everything but there are the times that she needs you to gently hold her while she's crying.

Also

Give her compliments all the time please, she thrives off of them.

But not the "oh Isabela you're so pretty and beautiful" kinds of compliments. She's sick and tired of those. She doesn't want you to compliment Señorita Perfecta Isabela, just Isa. Tell her about how good her new dress is or how interesting the new plants she grew are, or about how creative and smart she is.

You were scared of abuela first, be honest here.

I mean who wouldn't be

It took a while for her to fully accept you into the family but when she did, oh boy.

You ARE a Madrigal now, no questions asked, thank you very much.

Includes you in their songs and also the art on the wall in the dinning room.

You shortly move in with Isabela in her room.

Since her room is pretty big she definitely let you have your own space so you can put your stuff and decorate it however you want to.

Might have some communication issues.

I feel like she'd give you the cold shoulder if you did anything that upset her and wouldn't tell you since "you should already know what you did wrong".

All in all she's a pretty good girlfriend and incredibly sweet, she just needs some therapy.

• Dolores •

She's the pretty cousin and such a babe

She loves picnics because it's really quiet and it helps her focus on you and you only

Most of your dates are like that to be honest

You don't want her to get overwhelmed because of her gift, you just want Dolores to relax and have fun.

She absolutely loves pet names and pda

Call her any kind of pet name and she swoons

Be sure that she'll say something flirty back ;)

Is constantly touching you in public in one way or another.

Either that would be lacing your hands together or hugging your arm

Place a sweet kiss to her lips or her forehead and she'll melt immediately.

Probably was the one to say I love you first.

Blushed a lot after and thought that she said it all too soon.

You quickly reassured her and she felt so incredibly happy

If you thought Pepa was protective of her niece imagine how she is with her daughter.

Just mind yourself and don't get hit by lightning :)

I think Felix would love you from the start but would try to be serious and intimidating to support his wife

Camilo would non stop tease you like all the time.

Pull Dolores away before she jumps her brother please

Antonio is just a small kid but if you two get along well Dolores will fall in love with you all over again.

Seeing you get along with her family makes her heart swell in her chest.

Abuela was again a bit reductant when it came to you but in time she accepted that that's who Dolores loves and she can't change her mind.

Maybe Pepa needed to have a talk with Alma and let her know that her daughter won't change her mind and if she doesn't accept it, well that's too bad then.

She swore to you that she won't pry into your conversations with the use of her gift but if she feels jealous she just can't help it.

Totally feels guilty about it after but her insecurities catch up to her sometimes.

If you get mad about it she promises that next time she feels like this she'll just come and talk to you about it.

You were kind of paranoid during the first month of your relationship because you thought that Dolores has heard something embarrassing that you once said or done.

Dolores of course has heard something but she's not cruel enough to tell you that.

You have late night conversations often.

Before you moved in with her you would just talk to yourself and if Dolores was awake she would listen to your monologue with a soft smile on her lips, letting the soft hum of your voice lure her to sleep.

After you moved in you would have actual conversations about many things.

She mostly tells you about her troubles and worries and listens to yours too.

When she's in a good mood she'll tell you about the different kind of gossip in Encanto.

Loves it when you accompany her when she goes about her chores for the day.

She would help you with your chores anytime if you try to refuse she'll insist.

You found out that she can be pretty persistent.

She will cuddle with you if that's what you want but never during summer or hot days.

She's a blanket hogger during winter too, even though winters are still not that cold in Colombia.

I can see you two having fights constantly but it's not serious fights or because there are communication problems between you.

It's just petty arguements as if you're toddlers fighting over the prettiest doll.

"The water has such a beautiful colour, don't you agree?"

"What are you talking about love? Water doesn't have a colour, it's crystal clear. Transparent."

"There's no way you actually believe that hunny. Water is blue. The prettiest blue."

And so on and so forth.

An amazing person makes an amazing partner, who would've guessed?

• Mirabel •

I can't not include her when this is her own movie and she's such a sweetheart.

Would definitely make a dress for you even if you insisted that she doesn't have to.

At least she would make cute little pins or designs and sew them into your clothes.

You're a part of her catchy songs also.

It took her a pretty long time to confess because she was convinced that someone like you could never love the giftless Madrigal child.

So it's no surprise that you actually confessed first.

She's such an awkward and blushy teen.

You guess she took that from her father.

You often tease her and fold over in laughter whenever she trips and falls or slams her head on a palm tree, before checking for injuries and rushing her to her mother.

The villagers absolutely love you and Mirabel, especially the kids.

You entertain them together and most of your dates consist of you two taking long walks in the town's market.

Everybody in the village knew that behind her sunny and bright attitude and smile, Mirabel was miserable. Her family's treatment was slowly eating her up inside. Seeing how you actually made her happy gave them some relief.

The villagers are not the only ones that recognised that.

Julieta and Agustin will be forever grateful for the amount of love that you give their daughter.

Even though they try the hardest to make Mirabel feel better about not having a gift like the rest of thee family abuela isn't really helping with her treatment and Isabela isn't either.

Since you aren't a part of the family as Alma has reminded you a million times you can stand up to her and Isabela when they're being mean and unfair towards your girlfriend.

Camilo jokingly calls you Mirabel's guard dog.

Isabela and Alma excluded, everyone else pretty much adores you.

Luisa tried giving you the shovel talk when she found out you're dating her little sister but she failed entirely when she broke down crying about how happy she's for the both of you in the middle of the act.

You still reassured her that you're not going to break Mirabel's heart.

Family dinners were interesting to say at least.

Isabela insists on calling you 'Mirabel's best friend', while Alma barely throws a glance your way.

Mirabel feels awful about how her family treats you. Just because she's the family disappointment doesn't give the any right to disrespect her girlfriend.

She once broke down in tears apologies leaving her lips non stop.

You quickly pulled her into your arms hushing her and rubbing circles on her back. Taking her glasses off you wipe the tears of her cheeks and gently hold her face in your hands.

"Please don't apologise for your family's behaviour. It's not your fault. They're blind for not seeing how amazing you are and how much I absolutely love and adore you."

She cried more after that.

But it's ok!

You often have to comfort Mirabel but you don't care in the slightest. You love holding her in your arms as if she's the entire world and giving her all the love and affection that she was unfairly denied all these years.

When casita started collapsing you were in the town's square heading back to your own home.

You turned around and started running towards the magical house the moment you realised what's going on.

By the time you reached the top of the hill the entire family was shouting Mirabel's name, looking around worriedly.

You felt your stomach drop.

This sickening feeling didn't leave until Mirabel came back.

You crushed into her arms and didn't stop hugging her until her mother basically pried you of off her.

You didn't immediately forgive her family after everything they put her through but since their relationship was getting better all you could do was just hope for the best.

At least you had an awesome relationship with Bruno.

Ever since he came back you were a breath of fresh air for him and you loved spending time with him and Mirabel.

He was a pretty good guy and his telenovelas were top tier.

Gift or no gift Mirabel is the best and most precious thing in the entirety of Encanto.

And obviously the best girlfriend you could ever dream of having.

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[the-atlas-sister]

The First Date (Damian Wayne X Reader)

So in this, you are the daughter of Green Arrow, Oliver Queen (NOT THE ARROW VERSION!! THE ANIMATED AND COMIC VERSION), and Black Canary, Dinah Lance. Also in this Dinah is dead and you have taken on the role of Black Canary

"Done!" Abby (moi!!!) exclaimed, tying the hair tie in my hair. "Aw, you look so good!" She backed up, admiring her work.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, smiling slightly. "I mean, I usually look beautiful but now I look even more beautiful," I joked.

"I know," Abby said, making me chuckle.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "What time is it?" I asked.

"Six on the dot," Abby said, looking impressed. "Wow."

"It is Damian," I shrugged before my eyes widened. "I'm going on a date with Damian Wayne."

"Chill," y/b/f said, noticing my panic. "You asked him out, remember?"

"But-"

"Hey Damian," y/b/f said from the living room.

I looked at Abby, a panicked expression on my face. "You're okay," she whispered before leading me out of the bathroom.

Damian looked at me before mumbling something in Arabic. I was rusty when it came to other languages but I thought I caught "Beautiful..." which was enough to make my entire face turn red.

"Hey," I said, putting on a confident face. "You look good." My eyes scanned him. He wore a pair of nice black jeans and a matching skin-tight turtle-neck.

"You look..." His eyes scanned me.

"Gorgeous? Beautiful? Sexy?" I guessed, smirking at Damian blushed.

"Yes," Damian said, making me blush.

"Okay... well," Abby said, pushing me forward. "You two have fun," she said as I slipped on my shoes. "But not too much fun." She eyeballed Damian in a very best friend way. "And have her back by 10."

"And be safe!" Myloh added.

"Bye guys," I said, quickly ushering Damian out the door before closing it. "Sorry."

"I had a similar conversation with my brothers before I left," Damian said before cringing slightly. "Although it was a bit more-"

"I don't want to know," I said, shaking my head. "So, what do you have planned, Mr. Wayne?" I asked, walking down the apartment hallway.

"That's a surprise," Damian said with a stoic face.

"Not a huge fan of surprises," I said as we reached the elevator.

"You'll like this one," Damian stated matter-of-factly, pressing the button to the last level.

"Is that a fact?" I challenged as the elevator lowered.

"Yes," Damian stated, making me tilt my head. "I did some research and I'm sure you'll enjoy this."

"I don't know if that was meant to be sweet but it came off as creepy," I chuckled, leaning on the elevator wall.

"I just meant- I asked Abby what you're interested in," Damian explained, slowly going pink.

"What'd she say?" I asked, both worried and curious.

"She explained your love of movies, books, the stars, and food," Damian stated as the doors slid open.

"So, which did you choose?" I questioned, walking backward out of the elevator.

"Still a surprise," Damian smirked, following me.

"Mhm, game on Mr. Wayne," I said, turning around and walking out the apartment building's front doors. My eyes widened a bit as I saw Damian's motorcycle parked in front of the building. "Seriously?" I asked, looking at him as he stood next to me.

"Complaining?" he asked, looking at me sideways.

"Not as long as I get to drive," I chuckled, approaching the motorcycle.

"No," Damian said, standing next to me. He grabbed one of the helmets before handing me the second one.

"I know how," I frowned.

"No," Damian repeated before blinking. "Strange, that felt familiar." He then shook his head before getting on the bike. "Come on," he said looking at me. I rolled my eyes but climbed on the bike behind him. "Hold on," he said before putting on his helmet.

"You sure you don't want to drive as a way to get me to hold on to you?" I teased, resting my head on Damian's shoulder. Damian tensed up, making me chuckle. "I was kidding," I reassured him, putting on the helmet and grabbing his shoulders.

Damian cleared his throat. "I-I respect you, but for your own safety, I suggest you put your arms around my waist."

I blushed, wrapping my arms around his waist. Damian started the bike and drove out of his parking spot. My grip tightened as Damian sped up and we reached the highway. I grinned under the helmet as the adrenaline rushed through me due to the speed.

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"You have to take me on your motorcycle more often," I said, letting out a breathy laugh and taking off my helmet.

"It's not really mine," Damian corrected, taking off his helmet and getting off the bike.

"But with Promythous-" I furrowed my brows, placing the helmet on the bike's seat.

"That was Robin's bike," Damian explained, leading me to the secret destination. He had parked a block away from the surprise place, just to keep the secrecy. "Damian Wayne does not have a motorcycle."

"Who's-" I continued, getting into pace next to Damian.

"My brother's," he shrugged with a small smug smile.

"You stole your brother's motorcycle?" I asked, laughing slightly.

"He told me, women love men with motorcycles," Damian said. "So I took that as an invitation for me to 'borrow' his." He smirked to himself at the thought. "Also, my other brother said I should. I'm not one to listen to him but, I did enjoy the idea of stealing Jason's bike." I smiled at his mini-rant. He seemed to notice. "I'm sorry for oversharing," he said, his face returning to it's neutral state.

"No, it's fine," I reassured him as we turned a corner. "It's nice hearing you talk more."

Damian blinked, obviously surprised by my answer. "What... would you like to talk about?" he asked slowly.

"You," I said. "I don't know much about you."

"O-oh," Damian stuttered, which was a rare sound. "I grew up with the League of Assassins."

"The group your father trained with?" I asked, interested to learn more. "Lead by Ra AlGugl?"

"My grandfather," Damian confirmed. "When my father was training, he met my mother. She- she tricked him into having... intercourse with her. That's how I was created. My father left before I was born and I was raised by my grandfather and mother. I was trained from birth to be the master assassin. I was supposed to be the best. There was no room for error."

"That doesn't sound like a fun childhood," I said.

"I suppose not," Damian hummed. "I loved my grandfather very much, or more admired him. He told me we would destroy the world and rebuild it in our own image." He scanned our surroundings, almost as if he was imagining how he could make each detail superior.

"That's still partly your mindset isn't it?" I asked, making Damian's gaze turn to me. "You see the world and people and just imagine how you can make them better." Damian blinked. "You even yourself believe you're better than everyone. You think you'll be a better Batman, a better hero."

"I don't-"

"I'm not critiquing, just observing," I stated. I blushed under Damian's intense stare. "I-I interrupted, I'm sorry. What about your mother?"

"She's dead," Damian said.

"Oh," I said.

"She wasn't a mother anyway," Damian continued. "Last I saw her she tried to create an adult 'perfect' clone of me and killed him."

"And I thought my dad was hardcore," I mumbled. "How did she...?"

"Helicopter crashed after trying to kill me, my father, and Grayson," Damian said almost casually.

My eyes widened. "You didn't deserve it," I said as we turned yet another corner. Damian turned to me. "You deserved a loving childhood. Not one with a group of assassins and Batman."

Damian's eyes softened. "I did get, what you call, a loving childhood with my father," he said. "He would set up movie nights. And my brothers are... overly loving, at least Grayson."

"He's Nightwing, right?" I asked, grinning a bit. Damian nodded. "I've met him. He has a bit of an older brother feel. And I'm sure he understands how hard it is to grow up with someone like Bruce."

"He has made it very clear he does," Damian scoffed. "As had Todd." I gave him a questioning look. "Red Hood."

"Oh, never met him," I mumbled.

We walked in comfortable silence for a minute.

"Here," Damian said, stopping in front of a small and quaint ice cream shop.

"Ice cream?" I asked, giving him a lopsided grin. "On Friday."

"You said you and your mother used to always had ice cream on Fridays," Damian said shyly.

I let out a small laugh. "You- this is really sweet," I said, a bit surprised. I remembered when I told him that detail about my childhood.

***Flashback***

"Tell me more about your mother," Damian said after a while of silence. "I assume she's where you got your power?"

"Yeah," I said quietly, looking up at the ceiling. "She was- awesome. She was the first Black Canary. Trained in thousands of martial art styles."

"You're telling me things I already know," Damian stated, making me look at him.

"She was a pretty cool mom," I chuckled, crossing my legs on the bed. "She couldn't cook though. That was something she wasn't taught. She'd always make time for us to have an ice cream night. Every Friday." I smiled at the memory. "Sometimes she'd come back from patrol at midnight then wake me up, just so we could still eat ice cream."

"Do you still do it?" Damian questioned, turning to face me fully. "With your father?"

"Not usually," I stated, trying not to sound bitter. "He's usually busy with the Justice League and his company."

"How did she die?" Damian asked softly, making me go stiff.

"I was thirteen," I recited. "She and my dad went to face Prometheus. It was just in the early stages of my training-at least for the Canary cry, so I wasn't allowed to go. I- I remember my dad calling the house. He told me he'd be home soon, but something happened to Mom. Apparently, Prometheus slit her throat. She didn't want anyone to find out her identity so she insisted that only Martian Manhunter or Batman operated on her."

"But it was too late," Damian assumed. I nodded.

"Dad and I hardly even spoke after that," I sighed. "It hit us both- hard, but after a year, we got through it. He's still protective though."

"What about your powers?"

"I don't use them," I stated. "My mom died before we got far in training."

"Why don't you continue?" Damian asked. "I assume the league would be open to help or your friends."

"I can't," I sighed. "My vocal cords are too old."

"That sounds like an excuse," Damian stated. "I was unaware you were a quitter, Queen."

***End of flashback***

"I just figured you'd enjoy it," Damian shrugged, turning his head to the side to hide his smile.

"I do," I chuckled. "Although this is very cliche."

"I have seen as such in many of the movies Grayson forced me to watch," Damian admitted.

"Thank you, Damian," I smiled before rushing towards the outside counter, Damian following. "Hello!" I said to the person at the counter.

"Hello," the person said. She was a pretty girl, seemingly teen age with flawless makeup. She looked like she belonged at Dutch Brothers.

"I would like two scoops of y/f/i.c (your favirote ice cream) in a cup, please," I said before turning to Damian.

"Awesome," the girl said. "And you?"

Damian glanced at me. "None for me," he answered.

"You're not going to get anything?" I asked.

"I've never had ice cream," Damian admitted.

"Never?" I asked in shock.

"No," Damian said, his face showing me he didn't understand the problem. I scanned his face before turning to the girl.

"He'll have one scoop of almond in a cup," I stated.

"Alright," the girl smiled. "Be right with you."

"I said I didn't want any," Damian said, looking at me.

"You've never had it and you can't just sit there watching me eat," I protested. "Plus, I think you'll like it."

"Why is that?" Damian challenged.

"I'm an observer of people and you seem like an almond guy," I summarized.

"Explain your thinking Miss Queen," Damian said.

"Well, almond is more of a traditional Arabic ice cream flavor (please correct me if I'm wrong, I got this off the internet), and knowing you, you prefer salty and savory over sweet," I explained before leaning back and spreading my hands like I was presenting an amazing discovery.

"We shall see," Damian just said.

"Here," the girl chimed in, interrupting our discussion. She handed us our ice cream.

"Thank you," I said. I placed my ice cream on the counter before pulling out my wallet, but Damian had already paid. "I was going to pay," I said as he handed me my ice cream.

"It's proper etiquette for the man to pay," Damian said, leading me away from the ice cream shop.

"But it's not required," I chuckled. "Besides, we're both the children of billionaires." Damian didn't answer as he led me to a small park beside the shop. "I'll just pay next time."

"Next time?" Damian asked, stopping in front of a blanket with a projector on it.

"Yeah," I smirked. "If I haven't scared you away."

"Not at all," Damian said, sitting on the blanket. He motioned for me to sit down and I obliged.

"Try the ice cream," I said excitedly. Damian glanced at the tan-colored ice cream before taking a scoop and eating it. I stared at him, waiting for some type of reaction. His eyes widened before he took another scoop. "I told you!" I smirked.

"Coincidence," Damian scoffed but took more bites.

"Mhm," I hummed, leaning back on my free hand. I looked around, noticing a screen across from the projector. "You set this up?"

"Pennyworth did," Damian corrected. "Although I choose the film."

"Oh really?" I asked. "What'd you choose?"

"y/f/a/m (your favirote animated movie)," Damian stated. My face lit up. "Abby told me it was your favorite. Although I don't understand how or why a film made for children would be your favorite."

"You've never seen it have you?" I asked. Damian shook his head. "Then you'll figure out that it's not really a children's film. And you'll discover the superior soundtrack."

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Before Your Parents Were Parents | N.W-A

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Pairing: Nora West-Allen x fem!reader, Allegra Garcia x daughter!reader, Chester P. Runk x daughter!reader

Request: “Hi! Can I request a Allegra Garcia x Fem! Reader where the reader came back with Nora and Bart but is actually adopted by Allegra and she knows that Ezperanza died and tries to comfort her mother but fails miserably. But when Thawne came he also went to attack Team flash and the Reader protects everyone with the abilities of Allegra and she can also create mini black holes like breaches (I ship Chester and Allegra) she speaks Spanish when rushing things and decides to stay back in 2021 to get to know her mother better seeing as she’s more stricter in the future and is avoiding Chester cause she can’t spoil thier future relationship. So Nora (her gf) explains that avoiding him isn’t going to work and convinces her to atleast be on friendly terms with him before the renewal ceremony. There code name could be ultravioleta in honor of her cousin. Her powers are more like she gains the powers of those closest to her (Allegra and Chester) but she can’t uptain speed unless Speadforce Nora gives it to her. Also the reader gets super nervous around Barry and Iris because they practically are the only reason she knows Nora in the first place” | Requested by Anonymous

A/N: I admittedly don’t like Allegra and Chester’s characters very much, so there’s a bit of a conflict of interest. But I did want to fulfill my promise of writing this request so here it is. probably won’t be taking requests for their characters anymore just out of personal preference. P.S: I suck at titles.

Summary: After going back in time with the Allen twins, you run into your parents… who don’t know it yet.

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~2k

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Walking down the corridor, you paused when you came across the speed lab and saw your mom through the glass. Well… Allegra, you should say.

You had come with Nora and Bart to help with the Godspeed War. However, the year Godspeed chose to visit was 2021, before your parents got together. Although the three of you had already messed up the timeline, you all decided that it would be best not to spoil your mom and dad’s relationship before it even started.

Therefore, you were sworn to secrecy, having no excuse for knowing so much about Chester and Allegra and making your interactions with them tense and awkward.

Against your better judgment, you entered the speed lab with the intention of mending your poor first impression with Allegra where you came off as more of an obsessed super-fan and less of a casually-admiring fellow hero.

“Hi,” you spoke, alerting her of your presence as she looked up from the desk.

Seeing a picture frame in her hands, you recognized her cousin, ​​Esperanza.

You gestured to the picture, “I know that a lot has happened since, but I’m sorry about Esperanza. She was trying to change and should have gotten the chance.”

Allegra’s eyes narrowed at you and her grip on the frame tightened, “How do you know what happened? Is there some sort of museum in the future or something?

“Uhh, yeah,” you sputtered, not being able to tell her that you got this information from countless bedtime stories about your first cousin, once removed. “Kind of. There’s one about the villains you guys have faced and stuff.”

Your mother scoffed before crossing her arms, “Now you're saying my cousin goes down in history as a villain?”

“N-No, of course not! It’s just that, well… she did some bad stuff,” you quickly insisted, your original plan of mending your relationship with her was quickly dissolving.

As if Chester could sense that his future wife was irritated, the engineer entered the speed lab, ready to diffuse the situation.

“What’s going on?” he asked, seeing Allegra’s visible anger and you frantically trying to defend yourself.

“Nothing!” you urged, “I was just leaving actually.”

You had always idealized your parent’s relationship,which is why you didn’t trust yourself to be in the room with them together without spilling the news. However, your avoidance of them caused you to coincidentally leave every time Chester entered, which understandably hurt the more sensitive man’s feelings.

“Well, bye… I guess,” Chester muttered, and for a second you wanted to stay and explain everything, which was all the more reason for you to leave.

Just as you were about to exit, red lights turned on and an alarm blared through the speakers. Recognizing the sound, you immediately closed the doors to the speed lab and ran back to Chester and Allegra.

“What is that?!” your mom yelled over the deafening noise.

While pulling out his tablet, Chester replied in a similarly loud voice, “The prisoner alarm! One of the Godspeeds must have broken out of their cell!”

Covering your ears, you asked, “Where are they now?!”

Clicking buttons on his pad, Chester audibly gulped before turning to the door and pointing.

Just as he gestured, you saw a vibrating figure emerge from the locked door as the escaped Godspeed phased through the wall.

Without hesitation, you immediately activated your powers, channeling energy from Allegra and Chester to create a black hole. Just a second before the Godspeed could run over to you all, you used a UV blast to throw the attacker into the void.

Closing the portal, the alarm stopped when it could no longer sense the presence of the escapee. You braced yourself against the wall after the large exertion of energy, breathing heavily from using both powers simultaneously.

Bringing your eyes over to your parents, their mouths were agape after what they had just witnessed, and your brain was already in overdrive trying to come up with an excuse. After all, you couldn’t admit that your powers came from genetics.

“What was that?!” they simultaneously yelled, understandably shocked and even more confused about you than before.

“Um,” you stumbled, nervously scratching the back of your neck, “I can uh… copy other people’s powers… yeah. I just channel your energy through me and bam, I can make black holes and blast ultraviolet rays.”

Before your future parents could ask more questions, the West-Allen family along with the rest of Team Flash appeared at the speed lab’s entrance, no doubt coming to assist you with the threat.

“Ultraviolet!” Nora yelled, not knowing you had already handled the Godspeed.

You gave her a weak smile, “Yeah, yeah. The speedster escaped, I dealt with it.”

“Wait, wait, your codename is Ultraviolet?” Allegra fumed, crossing her arms.

Letting out a small, nervous laugh at how badly things had fallen apart in the last ten minutes, you nodded.

Before you could further explain, Barry cut it, “What do you mean by ‘dealt with’”

You held up your hands and quickly backtracked, “No, no. Not like ‘dealt with’, I mean… he’s not dead.”

“She black-holed him!” Chester interjected.

“Yes!” you agreed, “Well, kind of.”

“You kind of black holed him?” Iris asked, her suspicion mirroring Allegra’s.

You nodded, “I also used an ultraviolet blast. I can copy people’s powers.”

At your words, everyone relaxed, seeming to believe your explanation. You smiled to yourself and Bart and Nora slyly fist-bumped at you all’s success in maintaining the timeline.

Just as you almost got away with it, Caitlin spoke up, “So it has nothing to do with you being their daughter?”

Your shoulders dropped, similar to Allegra and Chester’s jaws.

You probably could have played it off, but your awkward pause after the doctor’s statement only confirmed her words.

Feeling the pressure in your head increase, your breathing grew heavier as the room was silenced. You didn’t know how the heroes around you would react, but the suspense was killing you to see if you had ruined your relationship with your parents before it even began.

Bart nervously chuckled, “Ha ha, wow, that’s a good one doc.”

Nora shook her head at her brother, nonverbally saying that the jig was up and despite their best efforts, the timeline was even more damaged.

“A sample of your blood was obtained from the Godspeed war,” Caitlin explained, “When put into our system, it automatically matched with Chester and Allegra’s.”

“You-You’re our- We…?” Chester stuttered, trailing off while Allegra’s face turned a concerning shade of red.

You slowly nodded, “In the future, yeah.”

Allegra’s expression remained blank, contrasting Chester’s shock, as she heavily exhaled, “I need some air.”

As she left the room, you watched your mother exit with an aura of confusion and frustration. But despite your brain telling you to follow, your gut made the better choice of staying where you were.

“I’m going to go check on her…” Chester trailed off as he similarly left the room, avoiding your eyes when you for once tried to meet his.

With your silence, the rest of Team Flash dispersed, leaving only you and your girlfriend in the speed lab.

“So…” Nora began, “That did not turn out how we thought it would.”

You felt your legs go numb, but before you could give in and sink to the ground, Nora sped over and caught you.

Wrapping her arms around you, she warmly embraced you, “Hey, hey, I know you weren’t able to break the news as you wanted, but at least it’s out in the open now.”

Returning her hug, you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes as you sniffled, “They hate me now, even more than before!”

“Well we won’t leave until we change that,” Nora insisted. “In fact, I bet that they’ll come around before my mom and dad’s vow renewal.”

Looking up from where you were crying on her shoulder you asked your girlfriend, “Really, you think so?”

Pressing a quick kiss on your cheek, she assured, “I know so.”

Before you could blink, Nora had speed away and back, so she could offer you a tissue.

Chuckling at her casual use of powers, you accepted the paper with a small, “Thank you,” before wiping the tears from your eyes.

Just as you were able to collect yourself, Chester and Allegra appeared at the glass doors, looking less angry than before. And you hoped they were ready to listen and maybe even willing to talk to you.

With one last kiss on the cheek, Nora sped out the room, no doubt going to watch from the monitors in the cortex.

“Um, hey,” you started, not really sure what else to say.

“Hi,” Allegra spoke, “Sorry for running out… I just had a lot on my mind.”

You nodded, “Yeah, yeah. Definitely.”

Looking at your mother, you didn’t know what else to say, her usually leading the conversations you had in the future. However, she didn’t seem to possess that particular trait yet, causing Chester to speak up.

“We came to apologize.”

You shook your head, “No, no. It’s my fault really-”

Cutting in, Chester insisted, “We shouldn’t have been so cold to you, even before we knew you were our… daughter.”

“Yeah, we should have gotten to know you better, daughter or not,” Allegra agreed.

You smiled at your parents and the scene of all of you together. Happy in one room, and you could sense that the future would remain, unaltered.

Glancing at his future wife before turning his attention back to you, Chester asked, “We were wondering if you would like to come to Barry and Iris’ vow renewal with us… as a family.”

“Then after we could maybe go get dinner and talk some more, with us actually listening this time,” Allegra added.

You grinned at your future parents, all your worries now a distant memory, “I would love that.”

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Chapter 1: Code 10-15

Favorite Crime

Series Summary: Y/n L/n, daughter of the villainous group, “The Gisbourne”. They’re known to do the cruelest things around the world in order to get what they want. In order to stray away from her family, Y/n is the founder and sole member of the vigilante group, “The Robins”. She does what she can in order to assist those in need of help in New York City.

However, what happens when the Avengers are tasked with finally defeating the Gisbournes? What happens when they use their newest member, Wanda Maximoff, to get to the black sheep of the family? What happens if they both fall in love? But what if it was all a mission to Wanda? 

A/n: This story is told through different splices of Y/n and Wanda’s story. Italics are generally flashbacks. And be sure to read the lyrics of the story. It’s not in the same order as the original song but this is purposely done :) (Not my GIF) 

Warnings: Betrayal, angst, cursing, happy ending 

Word Count: 2.9k

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Chapter 0 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Bonus

Know that I loved you so bad I let you treat me like that I was your willing accomplice, honey

“Guys, let me introduce you to our newest member of the team, Wanda Maximoff.” Heads turned as the brunette timidly walked into the room. She fiddled with her hands as she shyly mumbled a quick hello to the intimidating crowd. It was Natasha that broke the silence first. “Welcome to the team, Wanda.”

Soon introductions happened but Wanda had yet to say anything else. All she could focus on was trying her best to not read their thoughts. It seemed that Natasha was the easiest to sit by since her thoughts were surprisingly quiet. She found Tony and Thor to be the loudest while Bucky’s felt a little...damaged.

Nonetheless, Steve excused the two as he led Wanda to her new room. Opening the door for her, Wanda found herself to be in a spotless and minimalistic room. The colors were on the grayscale and everything smelled and looked brand new.

“Here’s your room.” Wanda walked in, enjoying the fact that she can finally have something of her own. But considering who she was living with, she felt a little overwhelmed at the possibility of the bed itself being worth more than her childhood home.

“Everything in here can accommodate your needs just as long as you know how to work one of these,” Steve said as he held up a small tablet for the room controls. Wanda laughed a little and jokingly asked, “Are you telling me you don’t?” Her voice was strongly laced with her Sokovian accent, which was something Wanda lightly cursed herself about.

This was a change. This was new. This was a place she could start a new page and maybe even a new Wanda.

Steve slightly blushed as he scratched the back of his neck. He placed the tablet back on the nightstand and said, “Well...let’s just say I’m not one with the current times.”

“So, an old soul?”

“You could say that.” Slowly backing to the door, Steve held on to the handle and said, “But, I’ll give you time to adjust. Also, before I forget, we have a talking robot in the building. So if you hear a very smart alek voice, that’s just the robot.”

Steve gave Wanda a comforting smile before closing the door. Looking around once more, Wanda noticed that she had her own flat screen in the room. There was a desk in the corner as well as two various doors. Going through them, one door led to her own luxurious bathroom and the other led to her own walk-in closet.

Wanda walked back into the main room and saw that she had glass doors leading to the balcony. Pulled in by the breathtaking view, Wanda slid out to the balcony and watched the scenery in front of her. It was night time yet New York felt as lively as the morning. “This really is the city that never sleeps.” And as Wanda continued to watch, she could only hope that this was the new beginning she needed.

“So you’ve been here a couple of months,” Clint stated as he and Wanda finished their training session. “How do you feel?” He tossed Wanda a towel which she caught with ease. While wiping the sweat off her face, she responded with, “I feel good.”

It was an obvious lie yet Clint didn’t manage to catch it. And if he did, he would’ve figured it was the nervousness talking. However, Wanda couldn’t help but think that she’s never felt so lonely till now.

“Well, that’s good to hear.” Clint picked up the various items they used for training and started to place them back in their original places. “Heads up, I think Steve is going to give you your first big mission.”

Wanda was putting back the weights when she said, “Really?” For the first few months, she’s been shadowing the other Avengers during their missions. Sometimes they would ask for Wanda’s opinion on how she would have handled the situation and other times she would just watch.

“Yeah. The team is impressed. You learn really quickly.”

“I don’t want to let anybody down.” It was rather late for it because Wanda already felt like she let herself down.

“You won’t. I know you won’t.”

Looking down at the file given to her, Wanda first noticed how young the girl looked in the picture. There were tiny scars on her face but none looked prominent. The thing that pulled in the most was her alluring eyes. They appeared soft at first but Wanda had a feeling there was more to those tired eyes.

“So, her name is Y/n L/n and my mission is to get close to her?” Wanda asked. She couldn’t really wrap her thoughts on why she was needed on this mission. The girl didn’t seem like the type to know much combat. So it shouldn’t be too hard for the Avengers to get her.

“Correct. You’re tasked with getting close to her to the point she can trust you. Since not a lot of people know you’re a part of the Avengers, you can help us use her to get to her family.” Wanda sighed. She didn’t want to disappoint them on her first big mission but why did it feel like the Avengers were in over their heads?

Regardless of her anxiety, Wanda swallowed it down and said, “Okay, when should I start?”

Those things I did Just so I could call you mine The things you did Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

Natasha, Steve, and Wanda sat in hiding. They were currently waiting for their target to arrive at the designated location. Various S.H.I.E.L.D. agents hid with the scenery and the night had only aided in their secrecy.

As the minutes ticked by since Y/n’s last message, Wanda couldn’t help but feel nauseous from her actions. Here she was, standing with the good side of history yet she couldn’t help but feel so repulsed by her actions.

Doubt plagued her mind which only increased her anxiety. While fiddling with her fingers, Wanda could only think about her. She thought about everything that could happen to Y/n. From how the government could possibly treat her to the possible interrogation that she would have to go through.

Oddly enough, she hoped that it wasn’t Natasha that could have a chance of doing that. Because if it were her, Y/n would end up in two ways. Beaten and bruised or hopelessly enamored by Natasha. Both ways made Wanda more anxious for this outcome. As sick as it was, Wanda would rather have Y/n be beaten and bruised than the latter. Jealousy was an ugly look on Wanda as well as betrayal.

“Do we really have to do this Steve?” Wanda could feel her hands start to shake but she quickly pulled herself together. Steve was right beside her. At any chance he felt that she was distracted, he would have her immediately escorted out.

“It’s the only way, Wanda.” The lack of doubt in his voice made Wanda shiver. She felt hopeless yet she was the only one to blame. She practically led Y/n to slaughter.

“But she’s nothing like them. You see what she does on her own.” Although Wanda knew there was no chance of pleading her case to Steve, she still tried because this was Y/n for fuck’s sake.

“I’m sorry Wanda but one good person can’t make up for what her entire family has done to many.” Looking back to the entrance of the tunnel, Wanda could only think about the good things that Y/n has done with her. Because to her, one good person was enough.

It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we do 'Cause I was going down, but I was doing it with you Yeah, everything we broke, and all the trouble that we made But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

Wanda and Y/n were hanging out at an abandoned playground near the boat docks. Surprisingly, things were still intact despite the wear and tear they’ve been through. Y/n hung upside down on the monkey bars as she watched Wanda swing closely by her.

Maybe it was the way her hair flowed through the night breeze. Or maybe it was the way that she still shone through the darkness of the night. Or maybe it was this new happy look she had on her face. Or maybe - no - it was just the way she was - always is. She’s Wanda Maximoff. With all the blood rushing down to her head, and this overbearing feeling in her chest, Y/n said, “You know that I love you, right?”

Wanda stopped swinging and looked over at Y/n. There was a small bewildered look on her face but she didn’t look disgusted by the question. “What?” There was suddenly a rush of blood pounding in Wanda’s ears. She hoped that her mind wasn’t playing tricks with her especially now.

“I know it’s crazy - I haven’t even taken you out on a first date or anything but,” there was a glint to Wanda’s eyes and that confirmed everything that Y/n was feeling, “...I do.”

Y/n pulled her body upwards and replaced her legs with her hands on the monkey bars. She swung back and forth to get her blood flowing in other directions besides her head. She looked at Wanda and saw this doubted look on her face. So Y/n quickly added, “Yeah, I love you.”

“And what makes you say that?” Wanda had various answers in mind to her own question. Y/n could possibly be on drugs or she hung upside down for far too long. Or maybe, Y/n is just out of her fucking mind. But still, Wanda only hoped that Y/n would reassure her that she heard correctly. That she does love her.

Thinking about it for a moment, Y/n suddenly found the right words to say as she swung forward and landed right in front of Wanda. She placed her hands on the ropes of the swing, her face lowering down Wanda’s, little distance between them as Y/n said, “Well, you see me as my own person. Not somebody that’s the daughter of something. Just...me.”

Wanda’s breath was caught in her throat. Suddenly her senses were filled with anything about Y/n. Her ocean scented cologne, the hair pomade she uses to style, and the way her face looked so beautiful as if it was constructed by Michelangelo.

“Anyone can do that Y/n,” she whispered. Her eyes showcased her heart as she kept looking down at Y/n’s lips. But the way Y/n’s masked made her eyes looked constantly made Wanda look back up.

“I wouldn’t call you anyone,” Y/n said cockily. “You’re Wanda Maximoff. The girl that sees the best in people and the girl I so happen to be in love with.” Love. It was so easy for Y/n to say to Wanda despite everything she has been through with her family.

No one taught her love yet when she looked at Wanda, all she could do is feel it. “You feel so comfortable saying that around me yet I haven’t said it back,” Wanda joked. By now, her breath caught in her throat with how close they were getting.

By now, their foreheads touched as Wanda’s grip on the ropes of the swing tightened. “Well, I have a feeling that you will someday. And if you don’t, at least I got it off my chest.” And someday would be today.

Slowly, the two were leaning in when - RING!

The annoying alarm that blared through Y/n’s beeper made her groan. Now, someday would be in the future. “Uhhhhh - duty calls,” she said in distaste, however, Y/n had so badly wanted to stay with Wanda. Surprisingly, Wanda felt the same way. But vigilante duties were important to Y/n. So with another kiss on Wanda’s cheek, Y/n saluted goodbye. “See you Wands. You better practice saying those words now.” Y/n left with a wink and a smile on her face.

The room was tense as Y/n stood before her family. Sharp eyes looked into Y/n’s soul as they beckoned her to finally say her peace. “I don’t want to be a part of this family anymore.”

This type of tantrum was nothing new with Y/n. Everyone knew she didn’t like being part of this family but it never got this intense. “You don’t know what you’re saying Y/n,” her Dad reasoned but frankly, he was getting aggravated by this whole shenanigan.

“No, I do know what I’m saying.” She knew her family wouldn’t treat her seriously. They never did and she was hoping that they would once more because, after this fight, she would never come back.

“You’re throwing your life away, over what? Some girl?” The whole thing was quite pathetic to them. How could you throw the whole world away for somebody they believed Y/n hardly knew?

“She’s treated me better than you,” she countered. However, her family simply rolled their eyes at her statement.

“Oh yeah? Go ahead with your little friend then but don’t come running back when things go south.” The cigar in his hands was placed into the ashtray nearby. Y/n’s parents hardly looked when they heard Y/n’s footsteps leaving the room for they truly believed their daughter would come back. Because in a family like theirs, blood is the only thing you can trust.

Perched up on the balcony, with the breeze of the night flowing past them, Wanda and Y/n were laughing at the various things their powers did. However, the night turned with Y/n teasing Wanda endlessly. “I hate you,” she said as she slightly shoved Y/n as she smiled. “Sure you do,” Y/n replied with a smirk plastered on her face.

“I seriously do,” Wanda said as she noticed Y/n look at her lips. The two leaning in closer to each other. “Okay, and what are you going to do about it?” Y/n licked her lips as she could feel her heart explode with how little space was between them.

“Thi-,” the moment was cut short was Wanda’s phone rang. Their foreheads touched at the obvious annoyment to the interruption. Y/n had to physically remember to breathe as Wanda gave her a sorry smile. “Duty calls?” Y/n said to lighten the mood.

“Duty calls.” Seeing the frown on Wanda’s face made Y/n want to kiss her even more. “God, her lips must be soft,” she thought loudly. Wanda blushed at Y/n’s words but Y/n hardly noticed. All she wanted was to remove her frown. So she settled for the next best thing. She kissed Wanda’s cheek, letting it linger for a couple of seconds.

“See you later Maximoff.” Feeling overwhelmed with joy, Wanda shoved Y/n off the building as Y/n saluted her goodbye. Smiles were still plastered on both faces.

The ringing still went as Wanda saw Y/n successfully swing away. She picked up her phone with a sigh, having to remove all her flustered emotions as she answered the call. “Hello.”

“What the hell was that, Wanda?” She knew it was coming especially since the team had a very close eye on this mission. Failure wasn’t an option. “It was called acting, maybe you should try it, Tony.” She could already feel his eye roll from a mile away.

“You’re lucky I called when I did.” Luck...if it was luck, then her heart shouldn’t have ached this much. “Yeah...thanks, Tony.”

Y/n arrived at their place in huffed breaths. The adrenaline from breaking away from her family still running through her veins. “Wanda?!” She yelled out. The tunnel echoing her voice. “Wanda?!” There was still no response.

Before Y/n could call out again, the sound of combat boots echoed through the tunnel. Y/n sighed in relief knowing that Wanda was here. “Love - I think we can still make it before my family finds…”

Slowly, the figure stepped into the light provided by the moon. His chiseled jaw and god-like physique caused Y/n to go into a defensive mode. Y/n didn’t need to see the shield in his hand to know this was Steve Rogers aka Captain America.

“What are you doing here? Where’s Wanda?” Steve didn’t respond as he pressed his fingers onto his comms. “Target is here. Move forward.” Suddenly, Y/n could feel something latch on to her back, a spread of electricity shooting through her body.

Y/n dropped to her knees, groaning in pain as she still looked at Steve. A hard boot to her back made her face roughly connect to the dirty concrete. The electrifying feeling intensifying more than ever.

As they cuffed her arms and legs, Y/n couldn’t help but focus on how much her body was on fire. She thrashed and struggled in their hold and all she could think to yell out was, “Wanda!” Screams of pain and helpless begging for Wanda’s presence echoed through the tunnels.

And as Y/n slowly faded in and out of consciousness, Wanda stood at the exit of the tunnel, hearing the love of her life begging for her to save her.

Chapter 2

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[writethelifeyouwant]

Come On

Pairing: Cordell x Reader 

Rating: 18+

Tags: Daddy kink, dom/sub, punishment scene, age difference, secret relationship 

Word Count: 3.2k 

Created for: @walker-bingo - Spanking | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Lingerie

Dividers: @firefly-graphics 

Your phone vibrates on your desk, the sudden noise nearly making you stab yourself in the eye with your mascara wand. You glance down and see Cordell’s face flashing on the screen, and you smile, accepting the call and hitting ‘speaker’. 

“Hey there,” you chirp as you return to doing your makeup. 

“Hi,” the smile in Cordell’s voice is audible. “So, I just heard from Stella that you’re coming over soon? Why didn’t you tell me I’d get to see you today?” 

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” you giggle. Of course, you hadn’t told Stella that you were trying to surprise her dad by showing up unannounced, so it’s not her fault that she ruined your plan. You felt bad sometimes, keeping your relationship with Cordell secret from your best friend, but how are you supposed to tell someone that you slept with their dad – and that you plan to keep doing it? Plus, Cordell had been very insistent that no one could know about your relationship, so you couldn’t betray his trust by telling his daughter what you two had been up to for the past few months. The secrecy just made it hotter most of the time anyways, so you didn’t mind the sneaking around. 

“Well, I’m glad I get to see you tonight, baby girl.” The register of Cordell’s voice drops when he says your nickname, and you shiver pleasantly. 

“I can’t wait to see you either, Daddy,” you smile, smacking your lips together as you put the finishing touches on your lipstick and smile at your reflection in the mirror. 

“Do I get a sneak peek at your dress?” Cordell asks. You’d sent him an excited text from the store when you’d finally found the perfect outfit for your graduation dance at school, but you hadn’t let him see it yet. You pick your phone up and carry it to the closet where your dress is hanging on the back of the door, and you snap a quick photo of the corner of the bodice, so he can get a look at the deep, jewel tone colour of the lace. 

“Sent you a pic,” you call down the receiver of the phone as you set it down to pull on your stockings. You fasten the stockings to your suspender belt as you wait for Cordell’s reaction, and you tug the bustier you’re wearing back into place once you have everything on and clipped together. 

“You know how much I like lace on you, baby girl.” You smirk in satisfaction-- that’s precisely why you’d chosen this dress. “I bet it will look beautiful on you.” 

“Do you want to see what else I’m wearing tonight, Daddy?” You keep your voice innocent and coy, knowing he’ll take the bait. 

“Of course I do, darlin’. You know the rules, I always get a picture if you wear one of the things I picked out for you.” You smile wickedly as you arrange yourself in the mirror to show off the new lingerie that you’d bought especially for this night. Cordell is going to love it, but he isn’t going to be pleased with you when he sees it. The two of you have rules. He gets to pick out all of the lingerie you buy, and any time you wear it you have to send him a photo of you in it. Cordell didn’t pick out the set you’re wearing now, so you know you’re going to be in trouble with him later when you get to Stella’s house – and you can’t wait. 

You pose yourself in the mirror to highlight your curves, which are wrapped in glittering lace and ribbon details, and push your hand into your hair to muss it up for the picture. You take a few and pick one you’re happy with, sending it to Cordell with the caption ‘can’t wait until you get your hands on me in this 😉’. Then you sit back on your bed and wait for Cordell to receive the text. 

“Did you get it, Daddy?” You ask when he’s silent for a few moments. 

“Is that some new underwear, baby girl?” Cordell asks measuredly. 

“Uh-huh,” you giggle. 

“I don’t remember picking that out for you, angel,” Cordell’s voice drops in pitch, growing threatening, and you smile widely. 

“It was another surprise for you, Daddy,” you answer innocently, acting like you didn’t notice the change in Cordell’s tone just then. 

“I hope you were about ready to leave, baby girl, because I expect you here in 20 minutes. If you’re late, there will be an extra punishment, do you understand?” 

“Yes, Daddy,” your voice has climbed higher in excitement. 

“Good.” Cordell ends the call without a goodbye, and you know you’re in for it now. 

You ring the old iron bell on the porch by their front door when you arrive, with just a minute and a half to spare. Cordell opens the door with a friendly smile and ushers you into the kitchen with a call behind his back of – “Stella! Y/N is here!” – before turning back to you and giving you a quick hug. 

“Hey Mr. Walker,” you smirk, knowing it drives him crazy when you call him that. He rolls his eyes at you but smiles – from how he’s acting now you’d never know that he’s about to punish you for breaking his rules. 

“Come on, do a little twirl for me darlin’,” Cordell spins his finger through the air and you whirl around on your toes, demonstrating the movement of your dress. The hem flips up as you spin, showing off the slightest hint of lace and the tops of the stockings that you’d teased him with earlier in your photos. “You look beautiful, Y/N,” his eyes soften as he looks you up and down, admiring the dress, and you in it. 

“Thanks,” you blush, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. It astonishes you that he can still make you feel butterflies like this, just by saying something so simple. The sound of a door from the hall draws your attention and you look up to see Stella running into the kitchen, still in her bathrobe. 

“Y/N, you look so awesome!” Stella squeals and gives you a big hug. “You’re early, I wasn’t expecting you for another hour,” she laughs exasperatedly. 

“Well you know me,” you shrug, “I got impatient,” you giggle, your eyes flashing to Cordell, who smirks at you behind Stella’s back. He knows just how impatient you can be sometimes.  

“I’m still doing my hair, come hang out in my room,” Stella pulls you along behind her. 

“Yeah of course, but can I use your bathroom first?” 

“August is taking a shower, but he should be done soon,” Stella says. 

“You can use the one in my room,” Cordell offers, like you knew he would. “Here, I’ll show ya.” He moves in front of you and Stella, and beckons you down the hall after him. 

“Thanks, Mr. Walker,” you smile, and follow him to the master bedroom at the end of the hall. Once inside, he shuts the door quietly behind you and his demeanor instantly changes. 

“So,” Cordell gives you a tight lipped smile, his eyes darkening as they once again rake up and down your body, but this time he lets the hunger seep through. 

“Sooo,” you draw out the word, moving closer to him and swirling your skirt around your legs as you go. 

“Someone decided to break one of our rules, hmm?” He crosses his arms over his chest and looks down at you stonily. 

“I just thought you’d like it Daddy,” you pout up at him. “I know how much you like me in lace, and I wanted to look pretty for you.” You press your hands against his chest and flutter your lashes, but you know this innocent act isn’t going to get you any mercy. 

“You look very pretty in it, but that’s not the point baby girl. We have rules for a reason.” Cordell smiles at you sympathetically and reaches out to rub his hands up and down your arms in a comforting gesture. The heat of his skin against yours makes you shudder, and you let him draw you closer to him. “So you know I’m gonna have to punish you now, yeah?” 

“I know, Daddy,” you nod meekly. 

“But you’re gonna have to stay real quiet, so Stels and August don’t hear us. Can you do that for me?” he checks. 

“I can be quiet, Daddy.”

“Okay, good girl,” Cordell smiles and lets you go, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. “Come on,” he twirls his finger in the air and pats his knee, and you go willingly, acting penitent but secretly loving this inside. You drape yourself over his lap, your ass in the air right over his groin, and you can feel the stirrings of his arousal beneath you. He flips the hem of your dress up, revealing the offending lace panties that had gotten you into trouble in the first place. His hands run over your thighs, pinging the suspenders against your skin and making you jump a little against him. “Easy, baby,” he soothes, chuckling. “So, how many do you think you deserve for breaking the rules this time?” 

“I don’t know, Daddy,” you squirm. As much as you love to provoke Cordell, and get him to punish you, you’re never good at this part. You hate how he essentially makes you ask for what you want done to you, which is exactly why he does it. 

“Well, it is your graduation dance tonight, so maybe I can go a little easy on you. Should we say ten, baby girl?” 

“Okay, Daddy,” you nod into your arms, which are holding you up on the mattress. 

“Alright then, count them off for me baby.” And without any more preamble Cordell brings his palm down firmly against your right asscheek. You gasp at the sting, wriggling on his lap. 

“One,” you say quietly, pressing your head against your arms and bracing for the next hit. It comes swiftly, his hand smacking your left side. “Two.” You can feel yourself getting wet now, and you know Cordell must be able to see the moisture seeping through the lace between your legs. The embarrassment at that thought makes you squirm even more, turned on by the humiliation that you like your punishments this much. 

Hits three and four come hard and fast, not even giving you time to count between them. Cordell’s big hand rubs across your skin to soothe you, and he gives you a moment to breathe before he doles out hits five and six – each harder than the last. Now you can feel the slick starting to drip down the crease of your thigh, and Cordell notices too, because he reaches out and draws a finger through the trail that’s winding its way across your skin. 

“What’s this, baby girl?” he coos from above you. 

“N-nothing, Daddy,” you stutter. 

“What a little slut, getting all wet for Daddy while he’s spanking you. You really are a bad girl, aren’t you baby?”

“No,” you protest quickly. “No, Daddy, I’m good, I promise.” You have to be good during your punishments, or else you won’t get your reward after. 

“Yeah? You’re a good girl?” Cordell teases his finger below the lace between your legs, brushing his fingertip through your folds, and pushing lightly against your entrance. 

“Yes, I’m a good girl, Daddy,” you whine, pushing your hips back against his finger. “Your good girl Daddy, please.” 

“Please what, baby?” 

“Please keep punishing me, Daddy,” you push your ass towards his hand, moaning when he digs his fingers into your flesh. 

“Alright baby, just four more for me, you’re doing really good.” You smile to yourself as you count seven and eight, pushing your hips back into the harsh contact each time, relishing in the heat that blooms in the wake of each slap. 

“Spread your legs a little for me baby girl,” Cordell pushes at your thighs, moving them apart himself. You let him position you how he wants, following the pressure he puts on your lower back and sticking your hips farther back, exposing the visible wet spot between your legs to the open air. A harsh strike lands directly over your pussy and you cry out briefly before you remember to muffle your voice against your skin. 

“N-nine,” you gasp, your pussy throbbing beneath Cordell’s hand, which is rubbing between your legs to soothe the burn it had just caused. 

“Keep quiet f’me, baby,” Cordell breathes, and you can hear how worked up he’s getting just from punishing you. You’re glad that at least you’re not the only one. 

He lands one more cruel spank over your pussy and you bite on your forearm to keep from crying out, whimpering a quiet “ten” into your skin as you squirm in is his lap, trying to press your hips into his fingers, which are brushing lightly over the sopping lace covering your core. He lets you press into him, rewarding you by dragging his fingers up to your clit and running a few teasing circles over the little bundle of nerves. 

“Did so good for me, baby girl,” Cordell whispers gruffly, stroking more earnestly as he teases you through your underwear. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” you whimper softly, thrusting needily against his fingers, trying to get more friction against your aching core. “Please Daddy, please,” you beg, not even able to conjure the words for what you need, you’re too desperate. All your brain can think is please, need something, need more. 

“Okay baby, c’mere,” Cordell manoeuvres you off of his lap and you stand on shaky legs before you lean against the nearby dresser for support. Cordell stands and follows you, undoing his belt and zipper, and pulling his hard cock out of his boxers. Your mouth always waters when you see it, and right now is no different. If you had more time you’d drop to your knees and suck him down – you love the ache you get in your jaw every time he fucks your mouth – but right now you both have a different goal in mind. 

Cordell lifts you and sets you on top of his dresser, so he can reach your mouth easier, and kisses you deeply. You moan against his lips, letting your tongues tangle together and reaching up to run your fingers through his hair, tugging on it gently and giggling when he lets out a groan and bites at your lip. He runs his hands down your back and scooches you to the edge of the dresser, grabbing his dick to rub the tip against your centre, pushing your panties to the side as he does, so he can press into your entrance. 

When he pushes in, oh so slowly, you have to bite into his shoulder to keep from moaning too loudly. He fills you so completely, it feels like every nerve between your legs is on fire, and you would happily burn in the flames. Cordell gives a few shallow thrusts, probably not wanting to move too quickly and accidentally hurt you, but the dresser thumps against the wall with each movement, and he stills again, needing to keep quiet. In a flash, he’s hooked his arms around your back and lifted you up in the air. You wrap your legs around his waist, locking him inside you as he moves the pair of you to the wall, pressing you against it for support and shifting his hands to grip your ass and hold you up. 

Slowly, he pulls out and pistons back in, testing how quiet your new position is. Satisfied that you can be sufficiently sneaky this way, he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusting, and this position has his hips dragging across your clit with every press forward. You bury your head against his shoulder and bunch your hands in his shirt. You’re just along for the ride at this point, letting him use your body to chase his own release, and you can tell he’s close when his thrusts get quicker, messier. He bends his knees a little to change angles and get a better grip on you, and on the next thrust in his cock drags right over that sweet spot inside you and you can’t hold in the whimper of “Daddy” against his neck. 

“Yeah, that’s it baby girl,” Cordell breathes against your ear, bucking his hips into you faster and faster, and you can feel your pussy start to twitch around his length, desperate to reach your peak. “I can feel how close you are baby, your little pussy feels so good squeezing around Daddy’s cock like that. C’mon and come for me baby girl, come for Daddy.” He ducks in to swallow your whines in a bruising kiss, and you let yourself come undone around him as he kisses you through it, drinking in your moans and letting them spur him on.

 As you come down, and feel yourself start to loosen around him, losing the strength in your limbs to keep yourself locked in place, you feel Cordell’s movements quicken, becoming jerky and erratic, and then they still as he holds himself inside you, grunting through his own release as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. When he’s finished, he slowly drags his head away from your shoulder and pulls out of you. Immediately, you feel his release start to drip from your entrance but Cordell pulls your panties back into place to catch the cum that’s leaking out of you now. The thought of going to this dance with his cum pooling in your new panties is deliciously wrong, and you love how dirty it makes you feel. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” you smile up at him, and pull him down for another kiss. “I promise I’ll be good from now on.” Cordell scoffs, good naturedly but completely disbelieving. 

“Now, we both know that’s not true, don’t we?” he smirks down at you. 

“Well…” you muse with a teasing smile. 

“Yeah,” Cordell laughs derisively and places a short kiss against your forehead. “That’s what I thought.” He swats at your ass and pushes you towards the door to the bathroom in the corner of his bedroom. “Now, go clean yourself up and get out of here. Have a good time at your dance tonight.” You smile and nod, heading for the bathroom. “And, Y/N?” You turn and look back at Cordell, leaning against the dresser and watching you with a smirk. “You know the rules – I better get a few more pictures of you in those panties while you’re out later. I wanna see what a mess I made of my baby girl.” 

You grin, squeezing your legs together and feeling his slick pressing against your core. “Of course Daddy,” you smile. “You know me, I always follow the rules.”

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[afictionalwhore]

The Sweet Death of Kurono Hari

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A/N: This man is so fine, and for what? Chrono needs more love and I will die on this hill. Shoutout to @jadequeen88 for beta reading 💕 I’d be lost without her.

Tags: Daddy kink, Age gap, Violence, Quirkless AU, Mafia AU

Words: 4K

Rating: 18+

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"Daddy," you whimpered, grinding down on Hari's growing erection and pulling on his tie. "Daddy please I need you."

Weakly, the silver haired man pushed you down and away from him. You were going to be the death of him one of these days.

"Please," he protested, grabbing your hips to still you on him. "We can’t. Not here."

He was in the private library of your father’s estate. Hari rarely ever had time to himself and decided to wind down the day in the cozy privacy of the library. 

Kurono Hari, right hand man to the leader of the nation's most feared criminal organizations, Chisaki Kai, did not have much of a love life. This didn't bother him in the least. Cold and callous, Hari didn't understand the need for love, fearing it would only get in the way of better serving Kai. That was until you, Kai’s only daughter, had pushed yourself onto him. 

You had been out drinking with friends and had called Hari to pick you up, per your father’s request, refusing to allow you to the risk of a riding in a pubic taxi. Those were breeding grounds for diseases. You were too important. 

As Hari drove you back to your estate, your fingers danced along Hari’s thighs over his crisp black pants, nails scratching him ever so lightly.

“It’s so hot,” you had whined, slipping out of your fluffy white fur half jacket. You wore your black mini dress, the one that hugged your chest and every other beautiful curve. The one with the tiny slit in the side to show the slightest peek of your thighs. The one that drove Hari absolutely mad.

Hari couldn’t help but to glance, but thankful that he had to focus on the road and couldn’t risk ogling at you.

“I can turn on the air, Miss,” Hari coughed. Eyes straight ahead on the road. The way his grip tightened on the wheel did not go unnoticed by you. 

“No, it’s fine. That jacket was beginning to get itchy anyways.”

After Hari had pulled into the gated driveway of your estate, he tried to unbuckle his seatbelt, fumbling in his hurry to get away from you and take care of his growing need.

“Hari,” you called. You felt your heart pounding in your ears and prayed that Hari couldn’t hear it as well. You had never used his given name before, only his family name or the old nickname your father had given him when they were younger.

Hari froze upon hearing you. He let go of the seat belt, letting it snap back against the car with a clink that got lost in the thick air between the two of you, and slowly turned to face you. You had crawled over the center console and were no more than a few centimeters away from him, gazing at him with those bright starry eyes. 

Before either of you knew it, you had crashed forward onto Hari, crawling fully out of your passenger seat to sit in his lap in the driver seat to smash your lips against his in a frenzied kiss.

She’s drunk. She’s drunk. She’s drunk. Hari chanted in his mind like a personal mantra. He could taste the lingering alcohol on your tongue. Yet he continued to kiss you, not finding the strength within himself to pull away. This is wrong. 

Finally, the lack of air became too much, and you pulled away from Hari, the both of you panting and fogging up the driver window. 

“I’m not drunk,” you said after a few moments to regain your breath. “Only enough to give me the confidence to finally act on this.”

“Act on…on what?” Hari trailed. The lack of air flow to his brain caused him to get drunk off you.

“Don’t play dumb with me, old man. I see the way you look at me, like you just want to swallow me whole. And believe it or not, I want you too” you sprinkled kisses along Hari’s neck and jaw. “For months now, all I’ve wanted is you. I want you on me, all over me, in me.”

You had ended the night in a heated tangle of limbs and breathless promises against foggy windows that it was just that one time.

It was supposed to be just the once, but Hari couldn’t get enough of you, and you couldn’t get enough of him. Once turned into twice, which turned into every possible moment, as little as sneaking glances across a room or stolen kisses as Hari played his part as your chauffeur. You loved the thrill of quickies in Hari’s office, teasing him under his desk until the usually composed man broke and bent you over said desk. Hari would never forget the one night your father was out and he had stayed the night with you in your luxurious four poster canopy bed. Hari let you push him down on the soft down comforters, giggling the whole time. 

Hari never felt younger. The excitement that came with the secrecy had added a spring to his tired, worn steps. You felt like you had blossomed. There was a glow about you and a spring in your every step. You were like Romeo and Juliet, except Juliet was the daughter of a yakuza leader, and Romeo was said leader's most trusted, and perhaps only, friend. 

About a month into your little affair, Hari realized that he loved you, but he never pushed it, afraid that to you he was nothing but a thrill. You were young, and could easily drop someone as old as Hari, who up until recently would have contented himself to being simply a father figure.

While he was reading in the plush, red chair illuminated by the glow of the crackling fireplace you had slipped into the library. The high back of the chair faced away from you, allowing you to sneak behind Hari.

“What’re you doing?” you asked, poking your head around the back of the chair to peer at the rather small book in his hands.

Hari jumped at the sudden sound of your voice before dropping his book on the floor with an unceremonious flop.  

“Nothing to concern yourself with," he said. "Just thought I’d read a bit since I had some free time."

“Why didn’t you come see me?” You pouted before moving around the chair to face Hari.

Finally seeing you, Hari noticed you had dolled up. Your cheeks were flush with blush and eyes round with black liner. Your lips were Hari’s favorite shade of red. 

You were wearing your favorite, his favorite, robe: sheer black with fur lined cuffs and edges; gracing the floor and trailing behind you long. The robe that screamed, “I didn’t kill my husband, officer, I promise,” or in your case, “I’m the daughter of the nation’s most feared mafia leader and sleeping with his equally terrifying right hand.” In short, the robe meant power, and you were all too aware of the power you held over Hari. 

“I thought you were asleep.”

 You looked at Hari through thick lashes and quirked an eyebrow in silent question: “really?”

“Clearly, I’m awake, and truthfully, I’m having an awful time falling asleep Mr. Kurono.”

“Kai’s home.” Hari hoarsely whispered, his throat going dry. 

His excuses and protests fell upon deaf ears and altogether stopped when you shed that fateful robe to reveal black lace underneath. You settled yourself into his lap, straddling his now hard length teasing you from under his suit pants. With your smaller hands planted firmly on his shoulders, you gave a slow roll of your hips, moaning softly. 

“Daddy, please,” you whined, rolling against him once again.

“We should stop.” Thick hands gave a gentle squeeze on your hips. 

“Hari, please,” you whispered, looking up at him from under your lashes, stars in your eyes. 

How could he ever say no to you, the only woman he had allowed himself to fall in love with?

Hari cupped your face in his strong hands, holding your gaze for a moment before descending down on your lips in a hungry kiss. Your arms came up off the chair to wrap around Hari’s neck, pulling him deeper into you as your mouths melted together. 

This is wrong, Hari always told himself. He was old enough to be your father, even if just barely. Yet, Hari never found the strength to pull away from you completely, melting in chocolate left out on a hot summer’s day the moment you laid your sweet round eyes on him and called out to him in your honeyed voice. It was supposed to be just that one night, but you had managed to wrap him around your delicate, manicured finger, and Hari was willing to take a bullet for you not out of loyalty to your father but of love for you. You were going to be the death of Kurono Hari.

Hari stood, strong hands holding your ass as you continued to kiss. He laid you gently on the deep red rug by the fire, holding you tight against him as though he were afraid you could slip right out of his grasp. He trailed kisses down your neck and along your collarbone.  

“This has to go,” Hari breathed against your sternum and tugged on the lace covering you from him.

You giggled before pushing yourself up, Hari moving to give you the space to sit up and unclasp the black lace. You tossed your bra away just in front of the fireplace. Once undressed, you tugged on Hari’s tie, pulling him down to eye level. 

“Your turn,” your breath washed over Hari, causing him to fall deeper into the spell of you. 

Hari wasted no time. Loosening his tie just enough to slip out of it before hastily undoing the buttons of his crisp white shirt. He tossed them both on the seat of the chair then dove back down to swallow you in a greedy kiss.

He crawled back over you to force you back down to lay under him. One large hand kneaded at your breast while his mouth enclosed on the other one, sucking until your nipple had grown hard. 

With a lewd pop, Hari pulled off of your breast to give attention to its twin and rolled your wet and sensitive bud between his fingers.

“You’re delicious,” Hari breathed against your skin, causing goosebumps to prickle. He continued trailing kisses down your navel until he reached more black lace. 

Slowly, as if to savor every second, Hari pulled your panties off of you. You had already grown wet from your earlier grinding, and his kisses did nothing to help.

“Lift up for me, baby girl” he said, tugging on the lace. 

You obeyed, lifting your hips enough to allow Hari to shimmy the scanty soaked fabric off of you before throwing it to be with his discarded clothes. 

With nothing barring you from him, Hari pulling your legs onto his shoulders. He gave teasing nips and kisses up each of your thighs, delighting in your pussy’s clenching.

“Please, Daddy,” you begged breathlessly. “I need you.”

Hari dragged a finger up your dripping slit before spreading your lower lips.

“You have such a pretty pussy,” he cooed. “And I just love how it tastes, too.”

With that, Hari licked a teasing strip along your pussy before giving a flick of his tongue to your clit. His lips enclosed on your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud. You moaned at the contact. In earnest, like it was his last meal, Hari drank in everything you had to offer. 

He poked a teasing finger at your hot entrance as he continued to suck at your clit.

“Hari, please,” you bucked your hips and grabbed his silver locks in an attempt to gain more contact, more friction. 

Hari held you down and shushed at you.

“Patience, baby girl. I got you.”

He pushed the finger into you to the knuckle, feeling your sticky walls pulse around him at finally being filled with something. Sparks flew up your spine, heating your body with every curl of Hari’s thick finger.

As your cries grew in volume, Hari knew you were reaching your end. He added a second finger, relishing in the ease with which he could slip into you.

“Please Hari, please,” you cried. “I want to cum.”

Curling his fingers to hit the spot he knew would push your over your edge, Hari hummed against your clit.

“Cum for me then, baby girl. Come on Daddy’s face.”

That was the last push you needed. Your grip on Hari’s hair tightened as you pushed his face further into you. Your mouth fell open in silent cries of Hari’s name, and you swore you saw stars dancing along the library’s high ceiling above you. 

As you were climbing back down from your high, Hari pulled away just enough to rid himself of the rest of his constricting clothes. You drank in your lover’s face, his chin glistening with your juices in the flickering light of the fireplace, while he admired your body, the way the color of your skin complimented the deep red of the carpet below perfectly. 

Hari crawled towards you once the last of his clothes had been discarded to lay with the rest. Holding his thick cock in his hand, he dragged it up your convulsing heat, collecting your slick. 

“Is this what you wanted, baby girl?” he teased, smirking down at you.

You were in no mood for games and immediately set to begging. 

“Yes, Hari! Please,” you whined.

“Anything for you. You’re such a good girl.” 

Hari laid back down on you, placing his hands on either side of your face. He placed sweet kisses along your temple as he pushed into you. While he wasn’t the longest, Hari was thick and stretched you in all the right ways. You were always hot and welcoming. 

You hissed at the initial burn, going from Hari’s finger to his cock was always a welcome stretch. You clawed at his back as Hari pulled out slowly, only to slam back into you, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“Daddy! There!” you wailed as Hari hit your sweet spot.

Hari set a steady pace, not wanting to go too fast to ruin the romantic atmosphere, but already halfway to his end from teasing you. This was your favorite, and Hari knew you wouldn’t last long with the feeling of the slow drag of his cock pulling out of your tightness.

Your hot, gummy walls seemed to pull him into you, as though you were made for him and him alone. You fit him like a glove, wrapping perfectly around his cock and pulsing around him. You could say the same of Hari, as the man was curved just enough to hit against your sensitive spot with every push and pull of his cock. 

"Hari!” you squeaked as Hari hit that sweet spot within you. “Hari, I love you.”

Hari stilled.

“What did you say?” he asked, steel eyes bored into yours. 

“I love you.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Yes.” 

Hari felt like his heart would burst. He bent down to swallow your lips in a hungry kiss.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” Hari panted into your mouth before moving to kiss your jaw, your neck, chest, and any place his lips could find, continuing his chants of love between every warm kiss.

Just hearing those three little words were enough to drive Hari to his end, his kisses getting wetter and his thrusts sloppier with each passing “I love you”. With wet kisses to swallow each other’s moans, it didn’t take long for either of you to finish. You threw your head back with a cry of Hari’s name and he sunk his teeth into the soft skin of your shoulder.

Hari understood why they called it “la petite mort”, a little death. Laying on you, dizzy with breathlessness and lulled by the soft, rhythmic sound of your pulse, Hari felt that he could, and possibly should, die in that moment, and you were an angel come to take him away.

A bang on the door brought Hari back to life and sent you both scrambling for your clothes.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” You pulled your robe over you, as Hari slipped on his pants.

You hid behind Hari, soft hand clutching his shoulders, and waited for whatever was behind the door. Deep in your heart you already knew. You buried your face into Hari’s back and cried. 

Hearing your soft sobs behind him, Hari felt his heart sinking, knowing already how the night was to play out.

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Chisaki Kai was not a man to be ruled by his emotions. When it comes to you, his sweet daughter, his good girl, he occasionally bent this rule. You were supposed to stay pure and innocent, stay clean, not be tainted by some perverted older man who had committed acts that would have your skin crawling in fear of him.

Kai slammed his glass down, spilling the smooth, honey colored whiskey over the edges and onto the wooden desk, dripping down onto the plush carpet. 

Your smile had grown a little brighter, your face full of life, like a little girl experiencing her first love. Kai had simply assumed it was a fleeting and childish crush on someone from your university, not Hari, a man who had watched you grow up, practically raised you alongside himself.

Everything added up. The glances and sly smiles you exchanged when you thought Kai wasn’t looking. Hari’s newfound eagerness to stay late nights or to act as your personal chauffeur. How could he been so stupid? And how long exactly had it been going on?

Kai knew that Hari was no saint. Having ruthlessly carried out countless inhuman orders of his, Kai did not expect Hari to possess the most accurate moral compass. Kai knew he had not been the present father you deserved, and to Kai, Hari had taken advantage of that. Not only had Hari stooped to new lows of pandering to your daddy issues. Hari had betrayed the man who had given him everything, the man he had sworn allegiance to above all things. All just to get his cock wet.

Kurono Hari was a dead man. 

Kai took in a deep breath before picking up his phone and dialing Hari’s number. 

“Kurono,” he said blankly as soon as the man in question picked up. 

“Yes, sir?”

“I need you to come to my office immediately.”

“Yes, sir. Right away.”

Before Hari could ask for further details, Kai hung up. 

As he waited for Hari to arrive, Kai took the liberty of lighting a cigarette.

Within a few minutes, Kai heard a few gentle knocks on his magnificent oak doors before they freaked open. Hari stepped in.

“Sir?” he asked. “You called for me?”

“Kurono,” Kai said as Hari made his way further into the office. “Do you know why I called you?”

Hari felt like a schoolboy being called into the principal’s office.

“Chrono,” Hari flinched at the use of the nickname Kai had given him in their youth. “You’re my best friend. My only friend.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You wouldn’t do anything to betray me.”

“No, sir.”

“Why are you lying to me, Chrono?”

“Sir, I don’t—“

“How long have you been fucking my daughter, Kurono? And how long did you think it would last?”

Hari froze, his blood chilling with fear.

“Do you understand the danger you could put her in if the wrong person found out she was romantically involved with you?” Kai continued.

Hari had understood you to be invaluable even before due to your position as the sole Chisaki heir. Now, you were important not only to Kai, but to Hari as well. Hari shuttered to think about what could happen if you fell into the hands of an enemy.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill the both of you now.”

“She’s your daughter, sir.”

“That didn’t stop you.”

“Sir, please. I love her.”

“And does she love you?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“I guess we’ll just have to find out.”

Hari swallowed thickly.

“Yes, sir.”

You really were about to be the death of Kurono Hari.

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After a few more loud bangs for theatrics, the library door flew open to reveal your father. Kai stalked towards the two of you, golden eyes on fire.

“You’re a dead man, Kurono,” Kai said, voice devoid of emotion.

Without hesitation, Kai reeled a fist back to slam into the side of Hari’s head. You screamed as Hari stumbled back. 

Kai didn’t relent despite your crying, beating Hari with his fist until the man dropped to his knees. Watery silver eyes looked up to meet crazed golden ones. Hari gasped for breath as Kai landed another blow on him, this time knocking Hari completely over.

Your screams continued as your father continued to beat your lover, blood spilling onto the matching red carpet. Hari had fallen on his side and was coughing more blood as Kai kicked him. A fierce kick to the ribs followed by a sickening crack sent you running to stop your father. 

“Daddy, please,” you sobbed, dropping to your knees and clutching your father’s pants. Your tears caused your mascara to run down your cheeks and drip on the carpet below. “Daddy, please don’t.”

“Don’t you dare call me that!” Kai pushed you away, but you clung tight. “Not after you called this piece of filth by that same dirty name when he’s buried in your whorish cunt. You will address me with the proper respect.”

“Father, please don’t hurt him. I’m begging you.” You tugged at Kai’s leg in a pitiful attempt to keep him from swinging at Hari.

Instead, Kai simply kicked you off of him before pulling Hari up by his hair, the beaten man coughing and spitting blood as he set his half-focused gaze on you. Kai tapped the barrel of the gun against Hari’s temple, blood matting the hair to his skull.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t pull this trigger.” His glowing yellow eyes locked onto your puffy ones, wet with tears.

Hari weakly opened his eyes to see your pained face. To see such an expression on you was enough to kill him. Your makeup running off your cheeks in streams of tears and snot, your mouth hanging open in utter agony. Even if he got to spend the rest of his days with you, he’d never forgive himself for putting you through this.

“Please,” you choked on a sob. “I love him. Please.”

Kai took a deep breath before releasing Hari from his grasp. The broken man fell heavily to the floor and coughed up blood. You ran to catch your lover.

“You are both dead to me,” Kai looked down at the pair of you in disgust. “If I so much as sniff you in my territory, I will not hesitate to kill you. Do you understand?” 

You weakly nodded while clutching Hari’s bruised and bloodied body.

“Good. Now get out, both of you.”

“Father?”

“I said get out!”

“Come on,” you whispered gently to Hari as you wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders to help him off the ground. “Come on, love. Hari. Hari, stand up. Come on. We have to get you to a doctor.”

Weakly, Hari managed to stand up and lean against you, limping out of the library with you. Unknown to you, Hari had snuck the small book he had been reading previous to your little rendezvous into the back of his pants.

Kai had drafted up the death certificates for the both of you immediately after his little meeting with Hari. Though he had originally planned to shoot you both dead, Kai realized that this could be a way to keep you out of this bloody life, of which you had shown no previous interest in. 

Kai had passports ready for the both of you under new names and had even set up bank accounts in another country under these names with enough to keep you comfortable in someplace new.

Prior to sending him off to the library for “late night reading”, Kai had snuck these passports, along with airline tickets to the other side of the world, to Hari.

Officially, Kurono Hari was a dead man.

[ambrosiaaddiction]

Not Meant to Be

Word Count: 1,404

Pairing(s): Anthony Bridgerton x reader, Simon Basset x reader

Summary: You are obsessed with the Duke of Hastings and become jealous of the fact that he chose to marry Daphne rather than you. If you couldn’t have him, then you were going to do everything it takes to make sure that no one else can before you take your place as his wife.

TW: none

Part 1/6

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In the end, he chose to marry her. After all we had been through together, she placed herself in our midst and seduced him for her own advantages. It just wasn’t fair! Even when I had tried to warn Simon, he told me that I was being utterly paranoid!

The people who claimed to care about me would say that I shouldn’t be so hostile towards Daphne, and that I should happy that Simon was happy.

They couldn’t see the distress hidden in his eyes that shone with faux adoration of his erroneous bride to-be. I was supposed to stand by his side. We were supposed to be engaged then live in his grand country estate with just the two of us.

Whether or not we had children was up to fate and not out our selfish desires. Yes, I knew of Simon’s sworn secrecy of his bloodline dying with him, but I felt a small ounce of pity for the Bridgerton girl.

I, too, was capable of providing what he needed. I, too, could have a lifetime with him and not worry about trivial affairs. But I still hadn’t the faintest idea as to why he was the one who suggested to begin their elaborate ruse.

Once I had confronted him, I could believe the words that left his mouth. “Y/n, you don’t understand. The two of us are helping each other to fulfill our achievements. You need not to worry. You and I will be together again like old times.”

Oh, how foolish I was to hold his promise in the highest regard. It tore my heart to pieces the night Simon got down on one knee to propose to Daphne in front of her entire family. I slipped away from the celebrations, and found myself standing in front of a lake. It was dark for as far as I could see, but the moonlight’s reflection on the water showed how lonely I felt at the time.

With no recollection of how I had gotten there or how to find my way back, I sat down on the ground and curled up my legs to my chest. Why couldn’t I have been the one he loved? Daphne was beautiful and kind, yes, but she did not belong with Simon.

A tear then another and another began to fall down the sides of my face. I began to sob and whisper the words, “It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair!” I had lost track of time, and then the sun slowly peeked over the horizon, which meant that I’ve been gone for several hours.

That was when I heard my name being called by several voices, and Simon’s was the most distinct out of them all. Some time later on, I vaguely remember being scolded by mama and papa because I made Simon, and everyone else searching for me, worried beyond relief.

They reprimanded me for wasting his time when he should have been preparing for the wedding that was taking place in three day’s time. The opportunity to confess my love for him was getting further and further away from my grasp.

There wasn’t much room for me to argue it defend myself when they were both right. What they said next swept away the last few remaining pieces of my already shattered heart. “Why can’t you be like Miss Bridgerton and put aside your problems, y/n?”

Miss Bridgerton this. Miss Bridgerton that. Everything revolves around that wench, and I hated every moment of it. Yet there was nothing I could’ve done to change the course of events.

Simon was to be married to a young woman whose skin was fair and void of blemishes, her hair kissed by the sun and voice as sweet as sugar. A young woman who wasn’t me.

It just wasn’t right. She was too much of one characteristic as though she ended up being all of the perfect qualities that a man was looking for. Speaking of personality traits, from the youngest Bridgerton to the eldest, they were all too good to be true. It was no wonder why I grew jealous of Daphne.

Although, I was not going to admit it out loud. I would be ridiculed and teased for my biased opinion of her. She’d knew how to play the piano, how to crochet simple yet intricate patterns, and her mannerisms were to be rivaled.

Now was a better time than ever to ruin her happiness. She didn’t deserve to have Simon if I had lost him first. She didn’t know what she was getting herself into or the real reason why Simon refused to have children.

I invited her to my home for tea and a brief lunch, which my mama gave me appraisal for attempting to make amends with the eldest Bridgerton daughter. Little did they both know that I had plans to break her down bit by bit.

Eventually I transitioned the topic about our families to her fiancé, and her eyes lit up with delight. Well, that wasn’t going to last for long. “Miss Bridgerton, how has Simon been treating you as of late? Fairly, I hope?” The question stopped Daphne whilst she sipped her cup of tea, and she cleared her throat before she spoke.

“Yes, the Duke had sent me bouquets of flowers and scheduled a dress fitting at the modiste later today. He is a very generous man.” She smiled softly, and I forced one of my own. “How lovely! You must be enjoying the gifts, I take it. Your family is quite fond of him, too.”

Except for Anthony, that is. Like me, he had done all that he could to stop Simon from marrying his sister. Then after some odd occurrence, he was suddenly the first to congratulate their engagement. It baffled me, but I knew asking him questions would only raise suspicions.

“‘Tis a shame that you won’t have any children, though. Simon swore to have his bloodline die with him, and his father died moments later.” Daphne’s smile fell apart, and she furrowed her brows in confusion. I raised my cup to my lips then took a long sip, quietly waiting for her reaction.

“How do you—” “Daphne, Simon tells me everything. I’ve known him far much longer than you’ve spent time with him, and he hasn’t shared an actual piece of himself when the two of you are together. He’s marrying you to placate the queen’s disappointment as well as the ton’s need for a perfect couple of the season.”

She went silent after I said what I have wanted to let out, and she looked like she was trying not to cry. The poor thing took in a deep breath then folded her hands on top of her lap. “Well, Miss Denbow, I cannot say I’m not surprised. You are a good friend of the Duke’s, and therefore you do know him better than anyone.”

I scoffed in disbelief and at the audacity of being called Simon’s “good friend.” I was more than just a measly role of comforting someone in their most vulnerable state; I should’ve been the one engaged to him.

“I never had the chance to give my best to you for the engagement, so I’ll say it now before you leave. Congratulations, Miss Bridgerton, and I hope you live a wonderful life as the Duchess of Hastings.” Silence and rapidly beating hearts. “Th-Thank you, Miss Denbow for the tea, and have a good day.”

After our pleasant conversation, I walked her out of the parlor and to the door. We said our goodbyes as the light in her eyes become clouded with betrayal and disillusion. “I must say, y/n. Job well done.” I chuckled and patted myself on the shoulder once I’ve closed the door then headed up to my bedroom.

Only time will tell when the relationship between her and Simon begins to tear at the seams, then I will be the one to take my rightful place at his side. He’ll realize that Daphne wasn’t meant to be his bride, and he’ll finally love me just as much as I love him.

It felt good to break the rules fate had set for us, and I would do it again to get what I want. Nothing was going to stand in my way of marrying Simon.

Everyone was going to accept it whether they agreed with me or not.

[write-orflight]

Like Real People Do. Chapter 9

*Gif not mine*

Masterlist

Rating: M

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: Kinda nsfw talk(not really tho) violence

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

A.N: Only an epilogue left guys! thanks for going on this journey with me and making me remember my love for writing. End of chapter based loosely on season 4, episode 3. and even then it’s what I remember. I didn’t feel like rewatching the episode so if you see any inaccuracies, you didn’t. Much love, Cia

Chapter 9: We should just kiss 

You and Spencer have been dating for almost a year now. Or as he would put it and 10 months 29 days and 4 hours. 

After your first night together, you woke up and headed directly to headquarters after a minor detour to shower together again per Spencer’s request. That ends  up making you a little more late than you wanted to be so you end up ignoring your coworkers, making a beeline for hotch’s office. 

“What’s that all about?” Derek asks as he watches the two of you enter Hotch’s office, shutting the door. 

“They’re probably going to tell Hotch they’re dating.” Emily says, not looking up from her file.  

“What?” Derek says at the same time as Garcia says “You knew?” He looks at Garcia incredulously, “Knew?” 

“Sorry, I was sworn to secrecy. But I only found out a month or so ago.” Garcia shrugs. “How did you know?” 

“Come on, I'd be bad at my job if I didn’t notice the immediate pining looks change to smiles.” She laughs, giving Derek a pointed look. “I had suspicions but they were confirmed when she snuck out of our hotel room in Arkansas last month.” 

“Plus did you see that football sized hickey on her neck just now?” JJ adds, inducing a laugh from the group. The two of you came back to the group then after a very awkward conversation with Hotch that he kept staring at your neck for. You thought you did a good job covering it but apparently not enough because as soon as you walked in he just reached into his desk drawer handing you both the office relationship form with a simple ‘Don’t let it get in the way of work.’ 

“What’s so funny?” You ask. 

“Nothing important.” Emily smiles. “Congratulations though.” She says, nodding towards your hands you didn’t realize were joined together. You both flush, immediately letting go of each other. 

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You meet Diana around month 6. 

You end up with a case around Reno at the time and Spencer asks to stay an extra day to visit his Mom. Hotch approves the both of you to stay behind, assuming you are going with him. 

“You don’t have to, Y/N.” he says, nervously. “You can go back if you want.” 

“Well, what do you want, dear?” You ask, looking up from the book you were reading. “Because, I’d love to meet your mother but only if you’re ready.” you emphasize to him. You knew how protective Spencer was of his mother and you were aware of her diagnosis. You’d understand completely if he wanted to wait to introduce the two of you. 

“No, I want her to meet you. I just, never thought I’d be in this situation.”

“What do you mean?” You ask. 

“Being in a relationship.” He says. “Loving someone enough I want people important to me to also love them. I just never thought it was in the cards for me.” 

You look at Spencer with a soft expression. Despite how he was sometimes with you, you could tell Spencer wasn’t the most confident. You would never understand why, you loved him. You couldn’t even imagine not wanting Spencer in your life. 

You sit your book down and level him with a heavy look “Come here.” You say, from your position on the bed. Spencer, not needing much convincing immediately lays on top of you. You proceed to show him exactly how much you love him that night. 

The two of you walk into the care facility hand in hand. You’re immediately greeted by the front desk nurse. “Spencer!” She says, happily. She immediately takes note of the joined hands and smirks. “And who is this?” 

“This is Y/N, my girlfriend.” He says, smiling brightly. You instantly extend a hand to shake the woman's hand. “I was hoping to introduce her to my mom today. Is it a bad time?” He asks. 

“No, honey, she’s having a good day today. She’s reading in the common room if you’d like to head back.” Spencer nods his thanks before leading you back there. 

Spencer scans the room quickly before landing on his mom, she gives him a bright smile. Spencer immediately speed walks towards her, pulling you in tow, you practically have to jog to keep up. 

“Spencer.” She immediately holds her arms out, Spencer letting you go to hug her.

“Hey mom.” He says, he turns back to you, and you're standing awkwardly waiting for him to introduce you. “Mom this is--”  

“Dr. Y/N Y/L/N.” She cuts him off, smiling at you. 

You reach your arm out to shake her hand, which she mainly just holds for a second before releasing you. “It’s very nice to meet you, ma’am.” you add. 

“Diana.” She corrects before turning to Spencer. “Your letters were right, she’s very pretty.” She smiles at the flush that spreads across both of your faces. 

The three of you sit and make small talk, updating Diana about your lives separately and together. Eventually, Diana speaks up. “Spencer, why don’t you go talk to Dr. Callahan before you go. I’m sure Y/N doesn’t mind keeping me company.” 

Spencer looks at you hesitantly, you nod at him. “We’ll be fine. Go.” You smile, he smiles back at you before heading out the conference room. 

You and Diana sit in comfortable silence for a minute before she speaks “Your nails are such a pretty color.” 

“Thanks!” You say, before adding excitedly. “I keep the polish in my bag, I can paint your nails if you want.” You say before rummaging in your purse pulling out the aforementioned polish. She smiles and nods at you holding out her hand to you. You instantly got to work. 

“Do you always carry around polish?” She asks. 

You shrug. “When you’ve got a job like ours you have to. Guns aren’t really kind enough to not chip your polish.” You laugh, she joins you. 

“This is nice.” She says. You tilt your head, questioningly. “Girl talk, I never got it with Spencer. And frankly, I never thought I would.” 

You smile. “Well, I’m not going anywhere Diana, so you can get your girl talk from me whenever.” You chuckle, she laughs with you.

“He loves you, you know that.” 

“I love him.” You look her in the eyes so she’d know you were being genuine. “Spencer is the best thing to ever happen to me and you raised a wonderful son and partner.” 

She looks at you misty eyed, patting your hand affectionately, before letting you get back to work. You’re talking and laughing so much the two of you don’t even notice Spencer watching the both of you in the doorway of the common room with a smile on his face.      

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Spencer accidentally meets Persephone at 9 months. 

You had gone to your college roommate’s baby shower which had taken longer than you thought so you asked Spencer to go to your apartment to feed Garbage. Upon entering he heard noise in the kitchen, he didn’t see your car out so he knew it wasn’t you. He pulled his gun out to investigate and well…

That’s the story of how Spencer almost shot your godmother.

When you came home, you walked into the sight of Spencer and your godmother sitting around your table having tea. 

“Persephone!” You say, surprised. She’s instantly up from her spot at the kitchen table, hugging you tightly. “I thought you were still in Tibet.” 

She smiles at you. “No, dear. I’ve decided to go to Puerto Rico and help with hurricane relief. I thought I’d take a brief detour to come see you but ended up running into Spencer here.” She turns and smiles at him before leveling you with narrowed eyes. “Who you failed to mention in your letters.” She says, with a pointed look. 

“I’m sorry, Phone.” You say, “Life’s been hectic, I just couldn’t find the words. But this is Spencer.” You say walking towards him, settling in the seat next to him. “My boyfriend.” You settle your hand on top of his, he squeezes you in return. 

Persephone was very much the opposite of your mother. She had long dreads fashioned with gold beads and shells tied back typically with a bandana. She believed in spirituality, often trying to read your palm or tarot most of your life and you always found her meditating or doing yoga when you would come home in your teenage year. She was a free spirit that didn’t match your mom’s strict demeanor and regime at all. 

Yet they were best friends. 

Having met in college and your mother being forced to tutor her in economics, the pair quickly became lifelong friends eventually making her Maid of Honor at her and Noah’s wedding and Y/N’s godmother. She had taught Alice how to loosen up and Alice taught her many things like caring for others before herself. After her passing, Persephone dedicated her life to helping others as well as raising Alice and Noah’s daughter. Not that much ‘raising’ went on, you were a very independent child. Just like your mother. 

Persephone sits and has tea with you guys for a while before announcing her flight is leaving soon. The two of you offer to take her to the airport but she refuses your offer so you opt to just walk her out. 

“It was nice to see you, Persephone.” You say, hugging her as she leaves. 

“You too, sweetheart.” she says, before leaning to whisper to you. “Hold on to that one, He seems to keep you balanced.” 

“Trust me, I am.” you smile. 

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Fights happen. Just like with any other couple. 

When you first move in together at 10 months they happen a lot as you adjust to each other's habits. Like Spencer never hanging up his towel or you leaving your makeup on the bathroom sink. But you get used to it as you get used to each other. 

Sex is good, great even. You’d never been with a guy who was so intuitive of your body. He treated you like you were a puzzle he had to solve every night. Finding new ways to get you off, what you liked, didn’t like, what made you mad. Sometimes he’d just tease you for hours until you were begging for his cock. Sometimes you’d push his buttons all day just so as soon as you got home, he’d lay you on the nearest surface and fuck you until it was hard to walk the next morning. Sometimes he was brutal, leaving bruises you weren’t aware were forming at the time and most times, he was doting. Treating you like you were the most fragile yet most important thing in his life because, well, sometimes you were. 

The nightmares never stopped. You were foolish to think now that Spencer was in your bed every night they would. You’d wake up gasping most nights, thankfully not waking Spencer, then you’d make a cup of tea to calm yourself down before joining him back in bed. Some nights, you’d wake up screaming. For your parents, Spencer, anyone. He’d wake up then, instantly cradling you in his arms while you sobbed into his bare shoulder. 

Thankfully, it doesn’t affect your work like you thought being an open couple would. If anything it made you work better together which is why Hotch sent the both of you on this case today. You were to go undercover as social workers to investigate what you believed to be a cult. 

You were interviewing some of the children when the first shots rang out and you two and the social worker you had come with were ushered in a tunnel underground with the other women and children. You were trying to keep your cover and remain calm but you couldn’t help but look at Spencer in worry. The woman you had come in with had been shot and it was starting to look like Waco in here. Spencer was looking back at you with the same look, praying this wouldn’t be the last moment you had together because you couldn’t hold each other like you wanted to. 

The leader came in later with his goons storming up to you and Spencer. “You know, I just heard something real interesting on the news.” He said, casting a dark look to the both of you. “That there are two FBI agents being held hostage inside. Now, imagine my shock when I saw that because as i was told by the two of you, there was only one and that she was dead on the floor. So…” his goons leveled their guns at you. “Who is it?” 

Though you hadn’t necessarily shared your thoughts with Spencer, you’d hoped he came to the same conclusion you had regarding the man’s profile. He was a narcissist and charismatic sure, but he was violent and willing to do whatever it took to get his way. You also knew he wouldn’t kill a woman. Sure, he’d hurt and maim but you knew if he found out Spencer was an agent, he would kill him, no hesitation. 

You knew what you had to do. 

“Me.” you said instantly “It’s me.” Spencer tries to not blow the cover you just gave him but he looks at you with a shocked pained look. “I’m Agent Y/N Y/L/N.” 

The man’s goons look at him for instruction. He gestures for them to lower their guns and you think for a second you’ll be fine. But then the man is gripping you roughly by your hair dragging you out the room by your roots while Spencer watches in horror. 

The first hit takes you by surprise, it shouldn't have, you knew it was coming as soon as he dragged you into a room alone. It was best to not fight back so you just became his punching bag. You knew the team had to be listening to what was happening to you, you knew they’d risk the whole case if it meant getting you out of danger. You needed a way to let them know you were fine. 

“I can take it.” You say, to the air really. “I can take it.” 

“You can take it, huh?” The man grabs your hair roughly again before landing another punch.

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You were now captive alone in a room. Of course you’d prefer not to be but if you were comparing rooms you’ve been captive in at least the digs here were sweeter. 

You’d found a way to get in communication with Derek, with you moving the blinds with your boot to speak and him using morse code. You were suddenly thankful for that weekend Spencer got bored and forced you to learn morse code because now you knew there was a bomb and they were planning on setting it off with everyone inside. 

You had to get out, but more importantly you had to get these women and children out first which made you try to break down the woman who was checking on you’s defenses. You knew she was the one who made the call to social services in the first place. You knew you could get her to do the right thing if it meant protecting the children. So you made her aware of your plan, get the women and children back into the tunnels and out of the compound before all hell could break loose.

You could really only hope Spencer was holding his own. 

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Spencer had made it out just barely in time and not in the best of shape that didn’t stop him from immediately looking for you. He searched around frantically until his eyes landed on the woman he knew made the 911 call, corralling a bunch of children. He approached her hoping she knew something. 

“The agent he took earlier. Where is she?” he asked, panicked. 

“She came with us but we lost one of the toddlers she ran back inside to get him. I never saw her come back out.” She said sadly.

Spencer’s eyes leveled back to the burning building trying to keep his tears at bay. He was a scientist, he knew the odds if she had truly gone back inside considering where the blast was located she couldn’t have survived. He choked as heavy sobs racked through him, turning away from the building because he couldn’t watch the sight of something that had taken the love of his life. He was so distraught he almost didn’t catch the melodic voice behind him. 

“I’m sure we can find you a new stuffed lamb, honey.” You say to the 5 year old cradled in your arms. There’s a reason you're not a firefighter. You were not cut out for the running into burning buildings business, you felt fine but you were sure you’d be coughing up black for days. You approached the back of the ambulance. “Can you go with this nice man for me? He’s going to make you feel all better, alright?” The child nods shyly into your neck before you hand him off to the EMT. You look around before your eyes land instantly on Spencer, who looked like he’d been crying. You couldn’t help the stray tears they fell from your face as you jogged (well, limped) towards him. He instantly wrapped his arms around your waist letting you cling tightly to his shoulders. 

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Am I okay?” He says, incredulously. “Yea, I’m fine Y/N. Are you ok?” He says, you nod. 

“A little sore but I’m fine.” You wipe the stray tears from his face. “What’s wrong?” 

“They said you ran back in. I- I thought--” 

“I’m not.” You assure him, knowing what he was about to say. “I’m alright, Spen.” 

“Marry me.” 

That makes you stop in your tracks. You look him in his eyes, they’re soft and genuine looking back at you. “What?” you say. 

He reaches into his jacket's upper pocket, producing a ring. “I was going to wait until our anniversary, I was going to take you back to the planetarium and rent it out so we could have it to ourselves. I had a whole idea but considering how you like to scare me every couple months with a near death experience.” You chuckle slightly at the annoyance in his voice. Before he looks back at you with so much love and admiration. “I can’t live another second without you knowing I want you to be my wife so…” He gets down on one knee. It’s not at all how you pictured your proposal, definitely not with cop lights flashing and ambulance sirens, and the smell of burning wood. But because it’s Spencer. Because it’s you. And because you’re both still breathing and alive. It’s perfect. Just like everything always seems to be when you’re together. “Will you marry me, please?” he asked again. 

“Yes.” You say. “Of course.” You add laughing. He slips the ring on your finger and doesn’t even feel like extra weight on your hand. In fact it feels like for the first time in your life, it’s right. He sweeps you into a bruising kiss. You don’t even notice the team watching and smiling, misty eyed. Only thing you notice is the comforting weight of Spencer near you and how in that exact moment the world feels still.

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[carllisle]

Ma'am may I ask for some vampire Esme and human Carlisle headcanons or another fic if you prefer💖Can't stop thinking about your last nsfw vampire esme and human carlisle fanfic It's amazing.🥺

Thank you my darling! I hope you don’t mind some headcanons rather than a mini fic right now! 

Rosalie is a doctor at the local hospital working in pediatric care. She’s a newly qualified doctor and it’s a small hospital, though, and she learns as much on the job as she can. Because of this, she is the first of the family to meet Carlisle who is new to town and a surgeon. She likes him for his human touch, and he lacks the arrogance that a lot of surgeons have

Esme is a teacher at the local elementary school and she and Rosalie are posing as sisters, taking Rosalie’s surname for now, with Jasper being their younger brother attending a local college. Alice and Edward are Esme’s adopted kids who are in their final year of high school, and Emmett just about passes as a college graduate married to Rosalie

Esme and Carlisle first meet in the grocery store when she is shopping with Rosalie. It’s a small town where a lot of kids are underprivileged, their community on the fringes of a major city that hasn’t managed to sweep the suburbs up in its cosmopolitan wealth yet, so a lot of Esme’s teaching supplies come out of her own pocket. They’re still unbelievably wealthy thanks to Alice, though, so it’s not a problem and Esme enjoys being able to spend money on her schoolkids. They’re starting cooking lessons at school so she’s buying supplies for that, and Rosalie is helping her. 

Carlisle is in his early 40s and is from the UK and found himself in the USA after following a woman ten years ago. The relationship broke down but he stayed in the USA and worked in community hospitals. Coming from the UK and valuing the ethos of the NHS (that everyone deserves access to good healthcare) he vowed not to work at the inaccessible metropolitan centres that brought wealth and fame, but to always do his best in communities that needed it the most. That’s how he ended up in the small, rainy town as Esme and her family. 

Carlisle wasn’t Esme’s singer but he did smell especially good to her - even seeing him made her thirsty, she wanted him so bad. Rosalie introduced them in the pasta aisle and Esme smiled politely and she instantly loved his smile. While her throat burned, there were butterflies in her stomach. If he noticed her cold touch when they shook hands, he didn’t mention it. He smiled, tired though he was, and asked after their twenty kilograms of penne and Rosalie noticed how brightly Esme smiled when she told her 

Rosalie told her to be careful in the car after. Esme was very quiet after the encounter, moreso than usual, and Rosalie could see how affected she was already. Esme denied anything odd was going on but she couldn’t stop thinking about Carlisle’s handsome, warm, face and how he looked at her longer than he looked at Rosalie 

A few weeks later there was a lice outbreak at school and the nurse was out sick, and Carlisle agreed to come to the school to help out on his day off. Esme brought him coffee and thanked him for coming. He asked if he could buy her a real coffee but she evaded his question. He thought it was because of his age - he had no idea she was a hundred years older than he 

Esme usually avoided the hospital because her control was still not anywhere near as good as Rosalie’s but she ended up dropping by to see Rosalie a few times in the following month, of course with the intention of running into Dr Cullen. It worked; it was a small hospital after all, and run-ins were inevitable. Esme bit her lip when she saw him in his scrubs and white coat and she lived to hear his voice. Everything about him invited her in, from his face to his scent to his kind words. It didn’t help that he lit up completely when he saw her

During the science fair a few months into this loose flirtation, Esme asked him to come and help judge the entries. She wasn’t sure what compelled her to, but they had run into each other at the grocery store again and she had just blurted it out. He had happily agreed. He liked being around the enthusiastic minds of the kids and there was something about seeing their devotion to their favourite teacher Miss Esme (she liked them to call her that rather than Miss Hale, it felt more personal, more equal) that made him ask to see her properly. In the coriddor, he caught her by the wrist and smiled and asked her “let me take you out on a real date. Please? I just want to know you better.” 

Rosalie was furious that Esme had accepted. “He’s a human!” she told her. “A nice one!” Esme protested, but she knew Rosalie was right. She visited Carlisle’s small home that night to cancel. Carlisle was wrapped up against the cool November air in a thick jumper and scarf and he was surprised to see her. “How did you know where I live?” he asked in surprise. “I... people talk,” she replied weakly. “I didn’t have your number. But I don’t think we should see each other.” Carlisle looked hurt. “I don’t understand,” he said quietly. “I’m not good,” Esme tried to explain. He had the confidence of a handsome man, but the kind touch of a good one. He touched her cheek and gently pulled her inside his home and closed the door. Vampire though she was, she was powerless to him in that moment. “You are,” he told her quietly. “I can see it in everything that you do. No one who is bad is as loved as you. Let me know you.” 

She wanted to tell him everything then. She’d never felt a connection to someone so quickly, like they were somehow meant to meet and find each other in the chaos of time and space. “I have secrets,” she whispered. “I want to know them,” he answered. “They sound crazy,” she protested, but her fingers began tracing the knit of his jumper and his arms came around her. “You’re so cold,” he remarked. “That’s part of my secret,” Esme confessed. “Are you anemic? That’s not so bad.” Esme laughed at his guess. “Sort of.” 

They had their first date that night. They settled on the sofa in front of the fire he lit in the hearth and they were both wrapped in blankets and they talked for hours like they had known each other their whole lives. She told him as much of their public story as she felt was fair and he told her of his wonderful life and she thought her head was spinning from falling in love so quickly. It wasn’t love, she reminded herself, but it was something. It was the start of something. 

He moved to kiss her but she couldn’t let him. She didn’t know if she could bear to have him so close and feel the rush of his blood under his skin, not when she wanted him in so many different ways. But she had enough control to kiss his hand and his fingers and she held his hand to her cheek and felt his pulse. It made her throat burn like it hadn’t in years and it knocked her back. 

It was after midnight that she cane home and her family were concerned. Well, Alice wasn’t. Alice was excited - she told Esme that the future looked bright, for the most part, but that there would be some tense moments. Esme was horrified at her daughter’s estimation and hid away. Emmett tried to comfort her and told her that if she needed to feed on this doctor, that’s okay, it was only in their nature. She hugged him tight and thanked him for his understanding but confirmed she didn’t want to do that. He nodded then and told her he would help her, then. Alice came up to her room and apologised for overwhelming her. 

Rosalie was still angry. Furious, really, that Esme was risking the secrecy of their family for some human. Edward told her to ease up, that Esme had always put the family first and had never once asked for anything, and that she had been alone for longer than the rest of them put together, didn’t she deserve a chance at love? Rosalie said yes, if she intended to change this man before things got more complicated. Esme looked at them, wide-eyed as she tried to understand what they meant. She and Carlisle had barely spent any time together and already her children were talking as if it were a done deal? That she could condemn him to an eternity of this life? 

“It’s what you condemned me to,” Rosalie pointed out. An old wound that existed between them and came up now and again, it hurt both of them. It felt like a cheap blow sometimes, but it was something Rosalie was burdened with in the deepest parts of her heart. “Because I thought I was saving you,” Esme said weakly. “He’s not dying. How could I take away his life? I barely know him.” 

“The future isn’t certain, but it’s on the cards,” Alice piped up gleefully. Jasper rested a hand on her shoulder to hold back her enthusiasm. He could feel Esme’s misery. 

Carlisle thought he was going mad when more hints of Esme’s nature were revealed to him. He was a man of science, after all, and a man of God! How was this possible? But every question he had, Esme answered honestly, albeit shyly. He thought about running a few times. What woman could possibly be worth this? But she was. She so easily was worth it. He loved her quickly, everything about her. Within months he asked her to change him. He begged her to change him. He soon wanted her above everything else, he wept because he wanted eternity with her so desperately. 

Eventually he was granted immortality, but not for a good few years yet. 

[forever-rogue]

Hey, i really love your writing :) hope you are doing good. I'm not sure if i can make a request, if not then i'm sorry:) but could you write something about Oberyn and ellaria ( or Just Oberyn is fine to) with the reader being pretty shy and not very talkative, but they have to go to a feast and get uncomfortable. I hope this is alright :)

Thank you so much, kind friend! I went ahead and just used Oberyn for this, but in our hearts Ellaria will always be there! Enjoy 💕💕

So, this turned into something entirely of its own, and is pretty self indulgent, I will not lie. But it’s soft, and I am craving some soft hours 🥺

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You played with a loose thread on the edge of your gown, twisting to and fro, eventually creating a bigger and bigger strand until the hem was frayed. A nervous habit, you realized, a bad one, but you couldn’t help it right now. In the midst of this grand feast, you wished you were anywhere but here. You weren’t even sure why your mother and father had made you attend; you literally had just stayed tucked in the back avoiding any and all people as best as you could. There was only one person you desired to see but they were not in attendance.

Your presence really wasn’t needed; as the youngest daughter that seemed to never gain a betrothal or make much of an impact or impression on anyone, you really weren’t there for any reason. But your parents had refused to allow you to remain behind, dragging you along with all your siblings and their spouses. You loathed large, grand events such as this, preferring the quiet comfort of your chambers at home. You could have been reading, knitting, cooking, out exploring the evening wilderness, literally anything rather than this. This was the absolute worst, and you really didn’t even want to speak to anyone.

“Stop fidgeting,” your mother came over and gave your arm a light slap as she looked around to make sure no one was paying attention. Pulling out of her touch, you did your best not to roll your eyes at her, “go out and talk to people. Pretend to be enjoying yourself at least.”

“But I’m not,” you sighed at her, “I told you I wanted to stay at home. I hate parties, all these people I don’t care about that also don’t care about me. Why should I pretend to like them and have fun when it’s so far from the truth?”

“Because you are a member of this family,” she hissed at you, “and you will act accordingly. If you ever have any hopes of getting married, you’d best starting acting at least somewhat pleasant.”

“But what if I don’t want that-”

“It’s not an option,” she insisted, grabbing your arm and forcing you to stand up. You really didn’t want to do that...not with anyone of her choosing anyway, “now get out there, put on a smile, and mingle.”

Before you could argue and say anything in response, she raised a stern eyebrow at you and pushed you towards a large crowd that was standing around and talking. They were loud, boisterous, and clearly had a few too many drinks in them. Knowing that your mother’s eyes were still firmly planted on you, you walked over to them and grabbed a nearby goblet of wine, throwing it down quickly, before attempting to make your way into their conversation. You laughed at a joke that was funny in the slightest, throwing in a few comments here and there.

But as soon as you were sure the coast was clear and you’d given your mother enough of a performance, you chucked the goblet down and parted from the crowd. It wasn’t hard to slip through the large crowds unnoticed and you kept walking until you made your way out of the warm great hall and into the cool evening of the air. The gardens here were beautiful and you eagerly strolled into them, already feeling much better in the company of the flowers and plants versus people.

Spotting a nearby bench, you almost ran over to it before sitting and relaxing, a long sigh escaping your lips. You sat there in silence for a while, listening to the now distant rumble of people and music, intertwined with the sounds of insects and chirping of birds that were still. So much better, you thought to yourself, this is better than people any day.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice the sudden appearance of the person next to you. Almost jumping out of your skin at the feel of the hand on your thigh, a small bit of giggles met your ears as you turned to find Oberyn Martell grinning at you.

“Oberyn,” you relaxed once you realized it was him, turning your body and practically crawling into his lap. He practically beamed at you as you grabbed his face, giving him a few soft kisses before resting your forehead against his, “my love. I thought you weren’t going to be coming tonight?”

“Let’s just say I can be very persuasive and that sometimes being a prince has its perks. I was able to clear up my schedule and come. Besides,” his large hands were gentle, so tender, as his traced his fingers over the contours of your face, “I couldn’t stay away knowing you would be here. You look beautiful, sweet girl.”

“I’m so glad you came,” you sighed contently, “this night as been awful, but it’s already much, much better. I’ve missed you so much. It’s been nearly a month, and I fear I cannot bear to be apart for so long again.”

“Then we can make it so we are never apart again,” he insisted as you stared at him with wide doe eyes. You’d been...seeing, for lack of a better word, Oberyn for some time, shrouded in secrecy as you tried to figure out how to make this work. He was your love, you knew that much, you’d known that for some time; it had come to you as a revelation shortly after meeting him. And he loved you too, fully completely. But you were from different worlds: you were of one of the great Northern Houses, young, beautiful, and a catch for any man that offered enough of dowry for you. Oberyn was older, already had children by multiple women, was considered wild and untamed, a prince of Dorne (an area that many people, including your family had a disdain for) and yet he was utterly devoted to you.

You’d met by chance almost two years ago, after you’d caught the prince’s eye and he managed to woo you. But it would never work, that was a conclusion you had reached early on, making sure your trysts would be keep a secret. It was since then that you’d made it a point to make yourself undesirable to any man that attempted to court you. It had worked up until this point, but you were sure that your mother and father were starting to catch on, and they’d figure your little plan. Your worst fear was that they would force you into a marriage, and that you’d end up miserable and unhappy for the rest of your life.

For some reason, smart as they were, they never seemed to catch onto the fact that a certain prince was coming up north more and more often, and you spent more and more time away from home at those corresponding times. It was risky, you both knew that from the start, but worth it; it was worth getting to be with the love of your life at any cost.

“Oberyn...” you asked softly, biting your lip as you looked at your lap, starting to fidget with your hands. He quickly grabbed your hands, holding them in his for a moment, before bringing them to his lips and pressing soft kisses to your knuckles, “w-what do you mean?”

“I mean we tell them,” he stated boldly, and you swear you stopped breathing for a moment, “we tell them that we are in love and that we want...we will be married.”

Immediately feeling tears pricking at the back of your eyes, you looked in those dark, honeyed eyes to find that he was speaking truthfully. You wanted nothing more in the world than to marry him and be swept off to Dorne, but still you worried. You shook your head lightly, a few tears cascading down your cheeks, “we can’t...they will be angry, everyone will-”

“It doesn’t matter,” he insisted, reaching up and wiping your tears away, “let them talk and be angry. They cannot stop us, sweet girl. I want nothing more than for you to be my wife, to share my name, my home, my family - everything. I’m tired of hiding, and pretending you do not exist. I am a man grown and you are a woman grown, we are free to make our own choices...”

“There will be consequences...” you trailed off, holding onto his hand for dear life. This was what you had wanted, what you had wanted from the beginning, but you were still worried about what could possibly happen, to him more than yourself. You would never forgive yourself if something happened to him.

“I do care about the consequences,” he promised, “if they want to start a war, let them. I will fight every last war and take down every man in my path if it meant I would be able to spend my life with you.”

“Oberyn,” you looked back at him, his face so unsure of your reaction, and that’s when your mind was made up. If you could not spend your life with him, then you did not want to spend it with anyone. It was him, it was always him. Nodding slowly, you grabbed his face again and kissed him with a searing intensity that was so strong, you’d never quite felt anything like it before. He held you tightly, hugging to his body, afraid that if he ever let go, you would disappear, “let us tell them. A life without you is a life I do not want. I want you and nothing else.”

“Then let us spend eternity together,” he grinned against your lips, feeling a lightness in his heart that he had never experienced before, “I want nothing if it is not with you.”

“I love you,” you whispered softly, nuzzling your nose against, “you and only you.”

“I love you, sweet girl,” he promised, “no matter what may come, I am with you, always.”

[stealingpotatoes]

because you’re mine

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Summary: In a quiet moment at the Hound Pits Pub, Emily asks Corvo who her father is. Corvo knows he has to tell her.

n/b: I wrote a fluffy Emily-accidentally-finds-out-about-Corvojess fic a while back, and while I LOVE that idea, I also love the idea of Corvo telling her after the whole assassination thing (and I think that that might be more canon compliant, considering this). So yeah… here’s that!

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Corvo hated waiting between missions. 

Taking Lady Boyle out at her own party was a smart idea. There would be so many other masked men there that Corvo could slip right in, remove her from play, and slip out with no worry about the guards. It’d be a nice change from having to skulk past and knock out every City watchman in order to not be seen. Though the idea of going to one of those noble parties he hated so much wasn’t as nice a change. But he could do it. He’d probably been to more than a hundred of those. He could make it through one more. 

You’ve never been to one without Jess, an unwelcome voice in his mind reminded him. He pressed his lips to a thin line. He could make it through one more party, even without her. He had to do it. He had to for her, to cut Burrows’ funding and get one step closer to ending his reign of tyranny. To get her justice.

But the real issue was waiting . He had to wait until the night of the party. It was so very soon -- only tomorrow evening -- but it felt too far away. There was too much time to think about things he didn’t want to think about, too much empty space. The waiting between missions was the worst part about them. 

He thought it should have been missions themselves; pushing himself like that after six months of prison and pain should have been a bad thing. But on missions, he could distract himself from everything by focusing on the objective and nothing else. Finally not feeling useless and weak, finally feeling like he was doing something to fix things. To make up for his failure that day, and everything that had happened afterwards. 

In times like this, in between, the feelings of restless uselessness crept back in. He’d had plenty of quiet moments to think in Coldridge; he didn’t need any more. He was doing nothing to help. Nothing to get justice, nothing to get Emily back home and on her rightful throne. Right now, he was sitting on his bed in the Hound Pits and sharpening his sword. He hardly used it on missions, but maintaining his weapons and training himself was a good way to pass the time. It was the best thing he could do to try and abate the useless feeling. Preparing himself for the mission ahead, making sure he would succeed. If he did want to use his sword, he couldn’t have it being blunt or failing to open. He couldn’t leave anything to chance. 

His thoughts were interrupted by quiet and familiar footsteps coming from the stairwell. Corvo allowed himself a small smile. He knew those steps almost as well as he knew his own. 

Knowing Emily, she was trying to move as quietly as she could -- trying to copy his own near-silent footsteps. She’d spent hours trying to perfect it back home, and was always annoyed when he could still hear her small footsteps coming, and when he could still sneak up on her. 

The tread got closer and stopped where his room began. “Hi Corvo.” 

Corvo glanced behind him, pretending to have only just noticed her in the doorway, holding some paper and pens in her small hands, and smiled at her, “Hey Em.”

She smiled back. “Can I come in here and draw?” 

“Are you done with your lessons?” Corvo asked, despite knowing they would be by now. He had to remind her that her lessons were important, even if now they seemed like a silly thing to be concerned with. 

Emily dropped her shoulders dramatically, “Yes. They were so boring.” She walked further into the room and plopped herself on the floor, evidently taking his question as a yes. She knew by now he would never deny her his company. 

Corvo folded his sword in one practiced motion, not wanting weapons out when Emily was in the room, and caught her interested look at the blade. Swords and fighting -- particularly him fighting -- had always interested her. Certainly more than her lessons with Callista did. He wouldn’t have been surprised to find that Emily had tried to ask Piero for her own version, though Emily wasn’t going to be fighting with anything but wooden sticks for a long time. Hopefully she would never have to touch a blade, despite how much he knew she wanted to be a fighter like him. He didn’t want her to be like him. Anything like him. 

“I just had history.” Emily laid out the paper and crayons on the wooden floor in between her and Corvo’s feet. “Callista was teaching me about some of the past Emperors and Empresses and dynasties.”  

Corvo placed his sword hilt down by his side and leaned forward, “Anyone not boring?” 

Emily kept looking down at her paper, and brushed a finger over her crayons, trying to pick the right colour to start with. “Some interesting ones. Some really not .”

Corvo gave Emily a slight huff and a smile. 

Emily perked up and looked at Corvo, “I did learn about my grandfather, Emperor Euhorn.”

Did you learn he was a bit of an asshole? Corvo thought, but luckily didn’t say out loud. “What’d you learn about him?” 

“Um… that he was the first of the Kaldwin rulers and he became Emperor in 1803, after a regency that started in 1801,” Emily turned back to her pens and picked a blue one. She set to drawing, “A bit like me. I’ll be Empress after a regency too.” 

“Mm,” Corvo agreed, his mouth a thin line. It seemed strange to compare the two events. Then, he’d been a boy of just five, playing in the streets of Karnaca. Dunwall and everything that happened there had seemed so far away and inconsequential to him. If only he’d known. Now… now its events were practically carved onto his skin... 

Corvo shook his head slightly, not ready to let himself go down that line of thought. To distract himself, he tried to get a better look at Emily’s paper. He couldn’t quite see what Emily was drawing yet. It looked like the beginnings of a building, perhaps. He loved her drawings. He just about preferred them to the perfect portraits hung around the Tower… though he might have been a little biased. Ok, he was definitely biased. 

Emily suddenly stopped drawing. She set her pen down, but didn’t look up from the floor, and she sighed in a way that made her sound a decade older than she was. “Learning about my grandfather made me think… Mother always said she would tell me about my father when I was older. But… she’s gone now and she… can’t tell me,” Emily’s gaze remained blank on the floor.  

As Emily spoke, Corvo’s heart felt like it shattered into a million pieces. An uncomfortably familiar feeling now, it seemed. He could ignore how everything made him feel, but any time Emily said something about it all that happened, the flood of emotions threatened to break through the dam of control he’d built. 

She can’t tell me. Corvo thought of the Heart, that continuous echoing beat in the back of his mind. Her voice, but not her. Emily wouldn’t be able to hear or see it anyway. Only the Void-touched could. People like him. People like the assassins. She can’t tell me.

“Corvo, do you know who my father is?” Emily looked up from the floor finally, up at him, “Because you were always with Mother… so maybe you… know .”

Her question caught Corvo completely off guard. 

He had been asked that near same question -- you’re almost always by Her Majesty’s side, you must know who the princess’ father is -- many times before, by prying nobles and gossips who thought he might share the secret when his Empress wouldn’t. But he never did. He usually insisted he didn’t know, though sometimes he would simply say he was sworn to secrecy, just to annoy people with the idea that he knew something they didn’t. 

But he couldn’t lie to Emily. He couldn’t deny her this. Not now. Not when she’d lost her mother; Corvo couldn’t let her believe she was an orphan, couldn’t let her believe that the secret had died with her mother. She needed her father. She needed… she needed Corvo . 

Just tell her. Tell her. 

He couldn’t silence the voice in his head that was telling him that Emily deserved a better father than him. It was true; she did. She deserved a man who could openly be her father, not a lowborn Serkonan like him. She deserved someone who could have saved her mother, not the ex-Royal Protector who had failed in the worst way imaginable. 

But he was what she had. He couldn’t change that. He didn’t want to change that. He loved Emily with every fibre of his being, and she… she was his daughter. Void, he could barely think the words; how was he meant to say them aloud to tell Emily? 

This was hardly how he’d imagined telling her. He’d thought it would be when she was a little older, he thought it would be in Dunwall Tower, he thought it would be him and Jess telling her. Maybe he could wait. The latter was impossible, but the first two -- he could wait until they’d reclaimed Dunwall Tower and everything was as okay as it could be to tell her. Or he could tell her now. Or--

“You do know…” Emily said slowly and quietly, furrowing her brow. Corvo realised he’d hesitated too long to make the choice. She was a smart girl, she knew he knew. 

Tell her. “Yes… I do.” 

Emily’s brown eyes widened. Jessamine had always said Emily’s eyes were just like his own. It would have been a comfort, something nice to see in his daughter, if he hadn’t always been so stressed about someone finding out about him and Jessamine because of them. “Please tell me. Please, Corvo.”

Corvo moved his hand behind his back so Emily wouldn’t see the glow of the Mark and activated Dark Vision, glancing at the door and the room through it. Nobody was there to hear the secret. He wanted to think he could trust the Loyalists not to listen in on him -- or even trust the Loyalists full stop -- but something was off about them, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He hoped it was just his own paranoia born from Burrows’ betrayal, but he wasn’t going to let his guard down too far. 

Corvo deactivated Dark Vision, letting the world shift back to its normal colours and gave Emily a sure look, “It still has to be a secret.”

Emily sat up straighter, so very eager to learn the truth. “Yes. I promise. I promise I’ll keep it a secret.” 

Corvo nodded. Maybe there wasn’t any point in keeping it a secret anymore, but old habits died very hard, and the anxiety was still pooling in his stomach.

Emily continued to look up at him hopefully, waiting. Say it . Tell her. She needs to know.

“I-” the words didn’t want to leave his mouth. He took a quick breath in- “It’s me. I’m your father.”

“What?” Emily’s mouth was open in shock. She was expecting someone better than you, Corvo thought. But then her expression spread into a grin, and the thought melted away, “Really?!”

“Really.”

“You’re actually my father?” Emily said, the grin still wide on her face. It hit Corvo that she wanted it to be him. She was happy that it was him. Despite everything.  

“Mm. And you’re actually my daughter,” Corvo couldn’t help stop himself from smiling as he spoke. 

Emily was up off the floor and hugging him in the blink of an eye, her arms tight around his shoulders and her face half-shoved into his coat collar. Corvo closed his arms around her small body and shut his eyes, focusing on the feel of Emily -- his daughter -- safe and sound in his arms. 

They pulled away from each other after a few seconds and Emily continued to beam up at him. Corvo didn’t think he deserved that smile, but he would easily die a hundred times over for it.  

“I knew it. I knew it was you.” 

Corvo thought of all the times Emily had tried to convince him and Jess to get together, and didn’t completely think she was lying.  

“This whole time… you were...” Emily glanced down. “You’re my father,” she repeated with a grin at Corvo. 

Corvo’s chest ached with love. He couldn’t stop smiling back at her. “Yeah, I am.” And I’m the luckiest man alive to have you as my daughter. 

It almost seemed like Emily smiled more  after he confirmed it again.

Corvo quickly tried to look more serious, “But remember, you can’t tell the others. Including Callista.”

Emily nodded, then shut her mouth and squished her lips together to illustrate ‘my lips are sealed’ . 

Corvo gave her an affirmative half-smile. I love you so much.

Emily glanced to the side and paused for a short second. “I know it’s a secret, but could I call you father when it’s just us?” She looked up at him with pleading eyes, “Please?” 

The ache of love in his chest grew stronger. Corvo hesitated for a moment. He nodded, not sure he could actually form words through his emotions to say yes. 

Emily grinned. “Father,” she all but whispered, trying it out. Then she went in for another surprisingly strong hug. “I love you, father.”

Corvo hoped his daughter couldn’t tell how close he was to crying. “I love you too, Emily.” 

[undercoverclover]

Land Or Sea

Part 1

Genre: A giant mix of angst, fluff and spice if you want to call it that?

Pairing: Lee x Ari

Warnings: Mentions of death... I think that's it?

Word Count: ≈6k total

-My twist on The Little Mermaid for the Tell A Fairytale event hosted by @acewriters 

“Ari! Wait for me! You know it’s harder for me to swim with my hurt fin!” I hear from behind me. Looking back I see the bright orange hair covering my friends eyes. Brushing it aside, he huffs at me.

“Oh come on, River. Don’t be such a guppy!” I laugh. My younger friend, though he was almost a whole half a tail taller than me, had hurt his fin two weeks ago and though it had gotten a lot better, he was still slower than me.

“Oh hush you or I’m going to tell Mal that you’re going where you're not supposed to be.” I hear him snicker.

“Go right on ahead, then I’ll tell her that you were with me. Let’s see who’s in the dog house then.” I look behind me at his face. Noticing his lips in a tight line and his eyes glaring knives at me, I grin.

“That’s what I thought.” I snicker.

Mal is my best friend and the royal advisor to my father, Triton, the king of the sea. She is so much fun to be around, but let us get caught in a forbidden area and I’d never hear the end of it. River is her boyfriend, so it’d be double trouble for him… Especially with the hurt fin.

We push a little further, finally noticing the sunken ship we’d been looking for.

“There it is, River!” I smile, waving him forward to hurry.

"You know, if we get caught. Your father is going to throw us in the dungeon for a week." He smiles.

"That's why we can't get caught. Duh."

Swimming to the window, I peek inside. "AH!" jump back as an eel slides out. Grasping my chest, I hear River behind me laughing hysterically. Shooting him a look, I slip through the window. He stands guard as I search to see what I can find. Seeing something shine on the floor out of the corner of my eye, I look over to notice a ballerina figurine.

I pick it up, putting it in the bag on my back.

"Ari, come on. The waters are getting darker. We need to get back."

"Just 5 more minutes."

"Ari, now." He said, starting to get agitated.

"5 more minutes Ri!" I plead.

"Ariel! Let's go now!" He demanded.

"Fine!" I grumble, "I swear."

Heading back out of the window, I noticed it had gotten darker. It looked like there was a storm rolling in, but there were no signs of it when we came this way.

"Alright, we need to hurry back." I say, avoiding his 'I told you so' gaze.

Swimming as fast as he could, I tried to help him.

"Okay, this is my bad. We should have left earlier."

"I couldn't have left earlier. Now, let's get moving. Mal is going to have our tails for this."

Right, I’d had to wait on him because he’d wanted to spend time with Mal before she had to go to my father’s council meeting. Those things always lasted forever.

Finally reaching the city, we parted ways and I headed home. Swimming in the door, I notice Mal in the living room.

"We need to talk." She says.

We go up to my room and I place my bag on my desk.

"You missed the meeting today."

"What meeting? I never go- Oh snap! I completely forgot I was supposed to be there today. I'm sorry Mal!" I say, feeling horrid.

"Your father is furious. You may want to apologize to him, not me. I have a feeling someone else is going to be apologizing to me."

"I will… I'm going."

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Apologizing to my father had been a failure. I'd spent most of the evening trying to apologize. I'm grounded, even though I'm an adult. The joy of being a princess, you never fully escaped.

I'd made my way back to my room after that chaos and collapsed on my bed. Looking out of my window, I see something flickering at the top of the water.

It was distant but I got curious. Swimming closer, I notice it's flames! I swim up. There's pieces of wood and trinkets falling everywhere now, I have to dodge them.

I poke my head above the water and hear men screaming for someone from a lifeboat.

"Lee! Lee? Where are you?" They yell. They look around frantically, but never see me or the man. They head away. I'm assuming giving up hope.

I begin wandering around and looking, pushing pieces out of my way.

I happen to notice him stuck on a piece of wood drifting off in the opposite direction. He had been hit by something, knocking him out and had a cut on his head.

"Oh! Wait!" But they were already too far gone. I decide to take him myself. I grab the wood and push him in the direction of the beach a few miles away. It wasn't easy but I managed. He weighed more than he looked and I'm not huge myself, but I finally made it to shore. The sun was coming up now. The only thing I could do was drag him off the wood and onto what little sand I could get to.

He was beautiful. Brown hair that was fluffy after it had dried on the way here, sharp features and a small scar on his left side of his face.

He groaned.

Oh no… I start to head back to the water.

His eyes flutter open and look directly at me, his brown eyes shining in the morning sun, "You saved me."

"I did. If not you would have drowned. Now, I have to leave. I'm sorry."

"Wait!"

It was too late, I was already in the water and swimming home.

Wow. A human. A man. A gorgeous one at that…

I make my way into my bedroom window and get under my blankets, hoping nobody noticed I was missing.

"Where have you been?" I hear from the corner of my room. I jump and look over.

"River! You can't do that to someone!"

"Answer the question, Ari."

"I took a swim. Now I'm going back to sleep."

"Yeah okay. If you say so." He swims out of the window, agitated and I lay there daydreaming of the man I saved.

The next few days that passed, all I could see was his face. I want to see him again. I will. I'll go and see him tonight! I manage to keep my excitement down to a minimum, only River and Mal notice. Which is normal because I spend a lot of time with them.

I go to bed early, and sneak out. Swimming until I arrive at the beach where I'd left him. He was walking along it. His brown hair straight, in a white sweater and slacks. He was holding his shoes as he walked, feeling the sand on his feet. I wish I could do that.

He looks my way and I hide behind a rock.

"Hello? I saw you! Please don't be shy!"

"I'm sorry! I'm not supposed to be here! It's forbidden!" I yell to him from behind the rock.

"But you saved me."

"I did and I'd do it again."

"At least tell me your name."

"I'm sorry, I have to go."

"Please!"

I'd gone under before I could say more. I feel bad about leaving him standing there so I decide to go back there tonight to see if he was there. Lo’ and behold, he was. I decide to swim close enough so he could see me.

“What’s your name?” Lee asks, wide brown eyes looking in my direction, as if he’s not believing what he’s seeing.

“Why should I tell you? So you can tell all your friends of my existence and they can hunt me down?” I say.

“No! Of course not! I’m in awe… I want to thank the woman that saved my life, properly.” My mouth opens in shock as he continues, “I saw a glimpse of you last time, I just want to know your name to match your face. Which is much more beautiful up close, if I may say.”

“Ariel.”

“Ariel? Well, it’s so nice to meet you Ariel. Thank you for risking your life to save mine.” He smiles.

“Ari.” I say, smiling, “Call me Ari.”

I went back the next few nights, singing to signal him that I’d arrived, I waited for him to come out. He hears me and comes out, smiling, coming to sit on the rock at our meeting spot. We talk until he’s so tired he couldn’t keep his eyes open and I had to tell him I’d come back tomorrow because I need to get back before my father wakes. We continued this for a few weeks and I grew to love talking to him. He was funny and handsome and I became comfortable with him. He’s the first human to see me, the first human I felt a connection to.

I couldn’t hide my happiness any longer, I had to tell someone. I knock on Mal’s door, after returning from my visit with Lee, so it was around 6 a.m. River answers, with a strange look on his face.

“What are you doing here so early and why are you so smiley?” He asks.

“I need to talk to your girlfriend.”

“Alright, come in.” He says, moving aside so I can slip by, “she’s in the bedroom still.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Opening their bedroom door, I see Mal laying in bed, reading. She’s normally up and ready for work by now.

“Hey. You’re here early this morning.” She chuckles, closing her book.

“Yes, I am. I haven’t been to bed yet,” My smile fades, worrying about her. “Are you okay? Normally you are about to come to the palace. You’ve felt sick for a few weeks lately.”

“I’m fine, I just needed a day off. I was grateful your father approved,”

“Of course he would! You’re like a daughter to him, not just his advisor. He takes anything that you say seriously. So if you needed a day, he’d do it in a heartbeat.” I smile.

She smiles at me and pats my hand, “You guys and Riv are the only family I have, I’m happy with that. Now tell me, why did you come in here smiling to no end.

“It’s a slightly long story. Do you have time? And remember, this is best friend territory, okay? Completely sworn to secrecy, until death”

“I have all day. Well, as much as needed. I’d like to stay in this bed all day if possible.” She smiles and nods. I chuckle and dive into my story about everything, starting with the shipwreck.

Her face went from mortified that I was being so careless, to understanding. To say she was mad at first, was an understatement…

“Why would you do this, repeatedly, without telling anyone Ariel? Do you know how stupid that was? You could have been hurt!” She panics, causing River to come in and check on her.

“Please, Mal, calm down. Let me explain.” She calms down, but River doesn’t want to leave her side. Mal reassures him she’s fine now and leaves us to finish our talk. She breathes deep a few times and signals me to continue.

I explain what has been going on and the talks Lee and I have had. About how he is an only child, and his parents passed away when he was in school far away. How he’s managing the small kingdom he runs, on his own. I also explain that he’s seen me and that he is the type, like she, to hold that secret until death. She isn’t happy that I showed myself to a human, but she understands taking leaps of faith because Mal and River were never supposed to be together either. Seeing her understand what I’m dealing with and being there for me even though she’s not happy with the situation, I feel tears in my eyes. She’s genuinely happy for me. And her and River’s hopeful love story of forbidden love, leads me into my next dilemma.

I also tell her that I think I love him,,,

She smiles widely, “I always tell you not to do what I’ve done. Seems you one upped me, in that department anyway. You fell for a human, but I have my own secret to tell you.” I smile and laugh. Grabbing the pillow beside her and smacking her with it playfully.

“Someone has to make you look good. What is your secret? Tell me. Tell me.”

She leans forward and whispers in my ear. My eyes get wide and I’m so happy that I could scream. She shushes me and I hold in my excitement.

“Mhmm. Sure. So as your best friend, when are you going back to meet him?”

“Tonight. I really need to get home to sleep for a while.” I laugh looking at the time, 8:43 a.m.

“Yeah, you may want to, in case your dad looks for you this morning.” She laughs.

River knocks on the door and pokes his head in, “May I have my girlfriend back now?”

“Yes, you may. I was just about to leave.” I smile, getting up and giving her a hug, “Thank you for understanding.”

She nods, “Just remember to let me know some way that you’re going. I don’t care if you leave a pebble on my windowsill.”

I laugh but agree and head home, finding my bed and drifting off to sleep within minutes. I wake up to eat before slipping out for the night. I swing by Mal’s and place a pebble I’d painted a yellow smiley face with a blue heart, on her window; smiling I take off to meet Lee.

I began to sing when I went tonight, hoping he'd hear me and appear, yet he didn’t… I decide to wait for him. I'm beginning to worry after a few hours of him not showing...

"He's not here my dear." I hear behind me. Spinning around, I see the sea witch.

"Why? What's going on?"

"He's sick, my dear."

"Sick? Sick how!?"

"He fell ill yesterday morning."

"But that's impossible! I spoke to him just last night!"

"Well, he must have hidden it really well or really wanted to talk to you."

"Oh no. No! I have to get to him. I have to help him."

I need to find a way. I would.

“I'm sorry. I've got to go." I start to go around the witch to get home.

"I can help him."

"What do you mean you can help him?" I ask, cautiously.

"I can fix him for a price."

“What price?” I ask, more nervous this time.

“Give me your voice and I’ll fix him right now.” she demands.

“You could do that?”

“Yes, I could.”

“I- I don’t know if I could do that.”

“Well, if you decide to. Follow the current south from the castle. I assume you know how to get there though.”

I nod and take off home.

I swim as fast as I can and make it back before dawn. Instead of going home, I make a stop at Mal’s. I need to talk to her. Knocking on her door, I realize she may still be asleep, even though she gets up early, it’s still too early for her.

To my surprise, she answers the door…”Ari, what are you doing here? Is everything alright at the castle?” she asks, her eyes growing worrisome.

“At the castle, yes. But, I need your advice as my best friend and not the royal advisor.” I say.

She asks me to come in and I begin telling her everything. River is still asleep, so it’s like old times.

“So, you’re saying that you really love him? Even though you barely know him and may never know him in any other way and you want to help him?” She asks, “And yes, I know you feel like you know him through your talks.”

“Yes. And I know it sounds weird, but I have to.”

“Best friend’s advice only? Don’t go to the witch. She’s mean and cruel. Scope the beach out and make sure she’s not lying. Maybe your father would grant you time on land, if you told him it was to only make sure he was okay?” she suggests.

“Okay, I’ll talk to father when I get home. Thank you, Mal.”

“You’re welcome, Ari. And do me a favor, don’t take River out so far next time. His fin is doing better, but it’s been aching again for the past few days.” She smiles, coming to hug me and send me on my way.

“You got it. Thanks again.” I hug her back and head home.

Father was already awake and in the dining area. I decided to tell him the truth. Even if it meant getting punished.

“You did what?” He demands, getting angry.

“Father, please.” I plead, “I told you what I did and I’ve found out he’s sick. I need to see him and help.”

“You disobeyed me too many times, Ariel. Absolutely not! Why should I even remotely want to do this for you?”

“Because I love him! And I will do this one way or another Father, please. I’m asking for your help, not the help I’ve been offered already, but I will go to her if that’s the only option I have.”

“You think you love him. What other offer?” he says, angrily.

I stand tall, even though my insides are twisting from anxiety, “The sea witch.”

“Ariel, you will do no such thing! She’s a witch and an evil one at that!” He says, getting up from his seat.

“I will father. I may be a princess, but I am also an adult.”

“Ariel…” He says, hurt by my words.

I turn and walk out, hoping he’ll think about it and agree.

“Wait,” he says and I turn around, “I will help you, on one condition.”

“What? Anything, please.”

“I will grant you legs in order to go help him for 2 days and only two. But at the end of the second day, you will come back home. No questions or complaints. You will come back home and resume your duties as princess.”

“Deal.” I say, without hesitation.

With reluctance, even after I promise to come back, my father agrees to take me at the end of the night.

“Ariel, what are you planning on doing?” I hear as I come out of the dining area, where father had been eating breakfast. I look around and see River, arms crossed, looking at me.

“I’m doing what I have to do,” I reply.

“Mal told me. You don’t have to do this. You don’t know this man.”

“I do, River. I really do. Please don’t do this. Mal trusts me, that’s all I’m asking from you.” I say, sadly.

He shakes his head at me. “I hope so.”

He leaves and I get things ready and make some medicine for Lee, hoping it will work better than human medicine. I get completely ready and when I finish, I decide to nap.

“Ariel, wake up.” I hear and I shift in my bed.

“Ariel.” I hear again, opening my eyes slowly.

“What is it father?” I ask.

“Are you still wanting to go?” He asks. I jump up and grab my bag and the dress I was planning to wear.

“I’m ready.” I say, in a serious tone.

He smiles, “You really are willing to do this?

“It’s the easiest decision of my life, Father.” I smile at him.

“You really are your mother’s daughter. The most like her out of you and your sisters.”

I feel tears sting my eyes. My mother had fallen ill after she had me and passed. I never knew her like my 4 sisters did and always wondered. I hug my father tightly, happy to hear what he told me.

“Now, come Ariel, let’s get this done.”

I nod and we set out for the beach where I had met Lee on many nights and talked until early morning. We swim for a while, not bothered by the silence between us. Once we get there, I speak first, “This is it, What do I do now?” I ask, looking at my father.

“Go to him, do what you must and be back in two days' time. I will be waiting here at the same time as now.” He says and I smile and hug him tightly.

“Thank you. I love you.” I say, quietly.

I head close to shore to where I could touch sand and my father swirls his trident on top of the water. Feeling weird sensations in my fins, I look down, only to notice legs. Human legs… I smile, looking up at my father and wave my toes at him.

He laughs, tossing my bag at me. I grab the blue dress wrapped around my bag and slip it on, it’s wet, but it’ll dry soon enough.

“Be safe and strong, my darling Ariel. I will see you soon.” He says, smiling sadly and disappearing under the water to return to our home.

[dancingkirby]

Fanfic: The Morning After

Sokka and Ty Lee have a little chat about their mutual lover, and then Sokka has an encounter with Azula herself.  This is a direct sequel to the Sokkla scene I wrote for the Chapter 69 special.  Like most of what I post here, this is a right draft.  I feel that the ending still needs some work, but I think the rest of it turned out well.  Especially since this was my first time writing Sokka’s PoV!

WARNING: Referenced past sexual abuse/incest.  Kind of par for the course with this series.

Waking up in the mornings was so, so overrated…especially when it was this early. Sokka had been wrenched out of sleep by a strong urge to pee, but once that had been taken care of, he found himself unable to drift of again.  The birds outside his window were causing a racket, and even when he turned his head away from the window, he felt as if it the sunlight was drilling a hole in the back of his skull.  Resigning himself to the inevitable, Sokka sat up in bed and reached for the stash of blubbered seal jerky he’d stashed under his pillow, only to be severely disappointed when he found that the bag was empty.  That was right…he’d eaten the last few pieces last night.

Last night…what had that even been?

He had, of course, been hoping he’d get lucky that night, since it was a wedding and all, so he’d come prepared.  But he would have never guessed in a gazillion years that it would be with Azula.  Yes, he’d been aware that she’d been looking at him all day, but he’d assumed it was because she hated him and was fantasizing about his death.  It turned out that her fantasies had actually been about something slightly less violent…and way more sexy.

(He hadn’t been entirely blameless in this either…he’d stared right back at her, thinking about how hot she’d become.  And not in the firebending sense.)

And then…they’d had sex.  In a closet that was so tiny that Sokka hadn’t been quite able to stand up straight. Azula had proven to be a screamer, and when they’d left the closet, they’d had to do a Walk of Shame through a large and boisterous crowd to get to the sleeping quarters.  

He held his head in his hands.  If Zuko didn’t know yet, he certainly would soon.  And then Sokka was really gonna get it.  Well, he might as well go outside for a walk first, so he wouldn’t face the Fire Lord with all this metaphorical gunk clogging his thoughts.  It was a testament to his current emotional turmoil that he didn’t even eat breakfast first.

They hated each other, right?  That much hadn’t changed.  And yet…that sex had been something else.   He’d heard about hatesex, of course, but he’d never thought he’d actually experience it. What was more, Azula had evidently been satisfied enough with how it’d gone to suggest that this could become a regular Thing.  However, that was before they knew that everyone in the palace was aware of it.

Sokka navigated the maze of corridors more or less successfully, and flung open a side exit door leading to one of the gardens.  When the spring air, still cool this early and laden with the scent of flowers, hit his face, he thought he already felt a little better.  As he started walking around the perimeter, he thought that surely no one else would be out here at this hour…

Except there was.

He had thought, upon initially passing it, that it was simply an ordinary bush with biggish pink flowers on it.  Sokka had no idea what the flowers were called. (Hey, he was the meat and sarcasm guy…not the plant guy!)  Then, he had almost walked by it when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye.  He figured it was probably only the breeze, but turned back to look anyway,,,and saw that the bush had grown large eyes that were staring right back at him.  

“Whoa!” he cried out.  “Please leave me alone, Creepy Bush with Eyes. I wasn’t doing any…”

He broke off his sentence, feeling more than a little embarrassed at himself as he realized that the eyes did not belong to the bush, but rather to the now-giggling lady sitting next to the bush, feet tucked behind her head. (How could that possibly be a comfortable way to sit?)  Her pink outfit had made her blend right in.

Wait.  Pink?  This was Ty Lee!  Shit. She and Azula were dating, right? What if Azula had cheated on Ty Lee with him?  

“Weeelllll…it was really nice seeing you, Ty Lee, or rather not seeing you, but this is a little awkward, wouldn’t you think?  I think I’ll just be…leaving, and then we can both pretend that this never happened. Sound like a plan?”

But Ty Lee lowered her feet, stood up, and said, “Wait.  No.   I wanted to talk with you for a bit.”

Oh fuck, he was in for it now!

“What about?” he replied.  He was trying to be casual, but the fact that his voice was currently an octave higher than it had been in about four years gave him away.

“I’m not mad at you, silly!” Ty Lee insisted, sitting on a nearby bench.  “Just sit right here...”–she patted the spot next to her– “And we can clear some things up, okay?”

“About Azula?” Sokka sighed.  Ty Lee nodded.

“Yeah.  About Azula.”

Sokka gingerly sat, crossing his legs just in case.  “I take it you know about last night?”

“M-hm,” Ty Lee said. “But that…what you probably think is the problem isn’t.  Azula and I have…kind of an arrangement.  We see other people.  I’ve been starting to do a bit of dating myself.  Not that anyone’s really worked out for me yet, but…well, anyway, you don’t have to worry about that.”  She flushed as she realized that she’d overshared a bit.

“Then what is the problem?” Sokka pressed.  Ty Lee’s gaze flickered down to her lap, and she seemed to be trying to figure out how to put what she wanted to say into words.  

“Be careful with her, okay?” she finally said in a soft voice, pleading gaze back on him.

Sokka shuddered. “No need to tell me that twice.”

Ty Lee shook her head, braid swaying from side to side.  “Not like that.  Well, I guess kind of…but what I was trying to get at was, she’s good at putting on an act, but she’s still really emotionally fragile.  She…you were at the meeting; you know what happened to her.”

Yes, Sokka remembered that meeting well.  No sooner had Katara and Sokka gotten back home with Dad than they’d received a message telling them to return to the Fire Nation for an urgent matter.  Sokka’s first thought was that Iroh had gotten sick, but that proved not to be the case.  

As soon as he and Katara had arrived at the palace, they had been ushered into a small conference room.  Somewhat oddly, metal buckets had been placed by every seat.  The two of them, Aang, Toph, Suki, Ty Lee, Zuko, and Mai had been the only people in the room, and the new Fire Lord had sworn them all to secrecy.

“I’m not sure how to lead up to this, so I guess I’ll just come out and say it,” Zuko had said, face pale and grief-stricken.  The entire room was horrified to hear that Ozai had raped his own daughter multiple times, and not only that…he had impregnated her.  

It had quickly become clear that the buckets had been placed there in case anyone had to vomit, and Aang and Suki had had to use theirs.  Sokka hadn’t, although it had been close.  But Ty Lee had taken it the worst of all of them.  After a few seconds of shocked silence, she had burst into tears and been utterly inconsolable.  The only things she had been capable of saying were, “I should have known!” and “It’s all my fault!”

For all he knew, she could still be blaming herself for it…

Sokka swallowed. All he could trust himself to say was, “Yeah.  I know.”

Ty Lee squeezed her eyes shut, as if she too was revisiting that memory in her head.

She said, “Azula’s had a lot of relearning to do. And she’s trying to be a better person in her own way, I think.  At the very least, she’s realized that she wasn’t happy the way she was before.  But sometimes, she’s not quite there yet.  Be patient with her, that’s all I’m asking. And if she starts doing something messed up, you have to let her know about it.  And if you ever, ever take advantage of her…you’ll have to answer to me.”

That last part sounded slightly ludicrous on the surface, coming from such a sweet-faced woman, but Sokka knew well that her appearance was deceiving.  He held up his hands.  “Hey, no advantage-taking going on here!  I promise.”

“It’s okay.  I believe you,” Ty Lee stated.  She gave him a crooked little smile, while simultaneously blinking away tears.  “I…I was happy when I heard last night.  I think you might be the person Azula needs right now.  So…friends?” She held out her little finger to pinky-promise.

Sokka smiled as he linked her finger with his.  “Sure. Friends.”   Naturally, his stomach had to choose that very moment to give an audible growl.

“Whoops.  Guess I shouldn’t have skipped breakfast,” he muttered.  “Well, I should go now.  It was nice talking to you, though!  Glad we set things straight.”

“No problem!” Ty Lee replied.

Once Sokka had gone to the kitchens and successfully begged for some grub (They had leftovers from last night!  Score!), he encountered none other than Azula on the way back to his room.  She was dressed in her training garb, but had looked like she had been in no hurry to get to the sparring grounds.  In fact, from the way she’d been leaning against a doorway, it almost looked like she’d been waiting for him.

He sidled up to her, and whispered, “So…are we still on for tonight?” She nodded.

He couldn’t help it; he winked at her.  After all, he was Sokka, and he had to uphold certain standards.  Azula looked taken aback at first…but then she smiled.  She had dimples, and it was strangely adorable.

Before she could speak, though, a shout rang out from behind them.

“There you are! Mai and I heard some really weird stuff about…”  Zuko rounded a corner, and the “weird stuff” was apparently confirmed when he saw Sokka and Azula standing so close to each other.

“Yes, Zuzu, we fucked,” Azula said, sounding impressively nonchalant.  “Do you have a problem with that?”

A long pause ensued. Sokka tried to follow Azula’s lead and act casual by whistling tunelessly, but his attempt was much less successful than hers.  At long last, Zuko shook his head.

“You know what? Fine.  I don’t want to think about it.  Just…be sure to use protection, okay?”  And off he went.

“I should be off, too,” Azula said to Sokka.   She strode briskly away, but not before discreetly dropping a folded scrap of paper on the floor at Sokka’s feet.  Once he was back in the privacy of his own room, he opened it and read the few characters printed on it.

Eight o’clock.  Don’t be late.

He certainly had no intention of letting her down.