#but immediately got silenced by staff for speaking the truth

[taviokapudding]

I'm testing tiktok's censorship (since calls to action are shifting comments a bit) after over a month of being in baby jail and help?!?!

Motherfuckers aren't allowed on tiktok apparently

[deatheaterv]

Could you please please write my idea: a Severus snape x student reader who’s in a secret relationship and like Harry her name gets tossed into the goblet of fire and she has to participate in the Triwizard tournament which leads to an argument between reader and snape (perhaps he doesn’t believe that she didn’t put her name there). Anyway, reader is there with Harry and Cedric when Voldemort kills Cedric and hurts reader (reader doesn’t die) maybe she asks Harry not to tell snape, scared of his reaction to her getting hurt and Harry doesn’t understand why you’d care if the potion master knows or not

And just a happy ending

Thank you in advance!

FIRE AND SHADOWS

hi sender! that’s a good one. i hope this meets your expectations!

pairing : prof!severus snape x student!reader

genre : fluff, a lil of angst

warning : -

summary : as in the request

your name being called from the goblet of fire sends a wave of stunned silence across the great hall. your chest tightens as every pair of eyes turns toward you. harry, sitting beside you, is already halfway to his feet, his face a mirror of your own shock.

this has to be a mistake.

the walk to the front feels endless, your legs moving on their own as dumbledore gestures for you to come forward. whispers echo behind you, growing louder with each step. you can feel the weight of severus snape’s gaze burning into your back from the staff table, heavy with something unreadable.

when you’re finally ushered into the champions’ chamber with harry, cedric, viktor, and fleur, your mind is a whirlwind of confusion and fear. you hadn’t put your name in the goblet. you hadn’t even entertained the thought.

later that evening, under the cover of darkness, you slip into the empty potions classroom where severus is waiting. his silhouette is rigid, standing near his desk.

the moment the door closes behind you, his voice cuts through the silence like a knife. “explain.”

“i didn’t put my name in the goblet,” you say immediately, your voice trembling.

he turns to face you, his dark eyes cold and piercing. “i’m not a fool who’ll fall for that.”

“severus, i swear, i didn’t—“

“do you expect me to believe that your name simply appeared in the goblet by some miracle?” he interrupts, his tone harsh and biting.

his words sting, and you take a step closer, your fists clenched at your sides. “i’m telling the truth. i don’t know how my name got in there!”

he begins pacing, his robes billowing behind him. “this is beyond reckless. do you have any idea the kind of danger you’ve just walked into? or is the attention worth the risk?”

“don’t you dare.” you snap, tears welling in your eyes. “don’t you dare accuse me of that.”

he stops abruptly, his face hard, but there’s a flicker of something softer in his expression, worry.

“you shouldn’t have been chosen,” he says finally, his voice quieter but no less intense. “you shouldn’t be a part of this.”

“do you think i wanted this?” your voice cracks as you take another step toward him. “i’m terrified, severus. i didn’t ask for any of this.”

his shoulders sag, and for a moment, he looks almost human, vulnerable in a way you rarely see.

“you will be alright,” he says after a long silence, his tone leaving no room for argument. “whether you wanted this or not, you will survive it. do you understand me?”

you nod, the lump in your throat making it impossible to speak.

the first task leaves you bruised and shaken, but alive. severus remains distant in public, his expression unreadable during the champion announcement and task preparations. but in private, his worry slips through the cracks. he critiques your strategies, slips protective potions into your hands, and silently lingers near you when you’re too exhausted to speak.

the second task is worse. he doesn’t speak to you directly afterward, but you notice how his dark eyes linger on you during meals, how his hands twitch as if he’s barely restraining himself from dragging you out of the tournament altogether.

the third task shatters everything.

the moment cedric’s body hits the ground, lifeless and cold, a scream tears through your throat. voldemort is there, his presence suffocating, and you barely register the curses flying around you.

you shield harry as best as you can, taking a curse meant for him. pain explodes through your body, but you grit your teeth and fight on, desperation driving you. when harry finally grabs the portkey, you collapse beside him on the field back at hogwarts.

the pain is unbearable, and blood stains your robes, but you clutch harry’s sleeve weakly. “don’t tell him,” you whisper.

“who?” harry’s voice is panicked.

“snape,” you murmur, your vision blurring. “don’t let him know.”

“why would snape...?” harry begins, but you black out before he can finish.

when you wake in the hospital wing, you’re greeted by the sight of severus storming in, his robes billowing around him. harry, sitting at your bedside, quickly stands and mutters something about getting madam pomfrey before scurrying away.

severus sits in the chair harry vacates, his hands trembling slightly as they hover over yours.

“why didn’t you tell me?” his voice is low, strained.

“i didn’t want you to be mad,” you admit weakly.

“mad??” he repeats, his voice rising slightly. “you think i care about anger when you nearly died? do you have any idea—

he cuts himself off, taking a deep breath. his fingers finally brush against yours, hesitant but firm.

“i can’t lose you.” he says quietly, his tone raw and vulnerable in a way you’ve never heard before.

“you won’t,” you whisper, squeezing his hand.

he stays with you until you fall asleep, his presence a steady comfort amidst the chaos. when you wake again, he’s still there, his head resting on the edge of your bed, his fingers loosely intertwined with yours.

[oneshotnewbie]

I need more of Rabbit Hole please please please 🙏 🙏 🙏

Authors note: Your wish shall be my command. I hope you like the little twist, I don't know what came over me 😂

Olivia Benson stood in your empty hospital room and let her gaze wander around it. The silence was deafening as she tried to find any clue that could help her find you and bring you back to her. She knew she had no time to waste - you were in far too much danger, and it was her duty as a captain and your friend to save you.

With a determined look, Olivia began to systematically search the room. She opened drawers, checked closets, and inspected every inch of the room, looking for anything that might give her clues to your whereabouts. But the more she searched, the more it became clear to her that this escape couldn't have just happened spontaneously.

There were no signs that you had acted alone. The way you left the hospital without telling her suggested that you must have had help leaving. But who would be interested in supporting you? Who would have a motive to hide you from Olivia, the other team members and investigators?

Olivia sighed in frustration as she asked herself these questions. It was obvious that she needed more information to solve these mysteries. But where should she start? Who could help her shed light on the darkness other than her and Elliot's team?

Suddenly her eyes fell on the pillow, which had something sticking out of its cover and zipper that didn't seem to belong there. Heart pounding, Olivia walked up to it and pulled it out. The finely folded, yellow note was opened and a handwritten message was discovered that immediately caught her eye. Below there was an unknown number.

"They'll never find you. Trust me, I know how to disappear. - A friend,"

A friend? Who could that be? Olivia looked at the message skeptically. There were few people you would consider a friend, and none of them seemed to have a motive to hide you from the police. From her own team. From Olivia. It had to be someone else, someone Olivia didn't know or underestimated.

She suddenly realized that she couldn't limit her search to just the obvious suspects. There was someone out there who helped you go into hiding, and she had to find out who it was in order to take you into custody and protect you on her own.

With a firm resolve in her heart and a hint of anger, she put the note in her pocket and left the hospital room. Her mind was spinning wildly as she wondered who could be behind your escape. But one thing was certain: she would not allow someone for whom she had deep feelings and sought protection to fall into the hands of a violent persecutor once more and the news had given her a new perspective, even though she knew that alone wasn't enough to find out the truth. With quick steps she made her way to her car that would bring her back to the precinct, where she could retreat in her office to think about her next steps.

On the way, she took out her cell phone and dialed her sergeant's number, her long-time partner and friend. He was an experienced detective. He was the best when it came to helping her, and now she needed it more than ever. The phone rang twice before Finn answered.

"Finn, I need you," Olivia said without further ado. "Y/n escaped from the hospital and I believe she got help. Request all the video recordings from the last week, especially the ward where y/n was in and the entrance, and go through them with Kat,“

"Of course, Liv, I'm on my way to speak to her doctors and nursing staff." he answered immediately and Olivia could hear the promise in his voice, but she also knew that Finn knew how serious the situation was regarding of you.

"Keep me updated if you discover anything new. I'm heading back to the precinct." With those words she hung up and continued on her way, her thoughts swirling around the message and the phone number on the note. Who was this "friend" who helped you escape? And why? The answers to these questions would be the key to finding you and protecting you from further harm.

When she reached her office, Olivia closed the door behind her and took a moment to breathe in deeply while collecting her thoughts. Then she sat down at her desk, starting to spread the piece of paper out in front of her and studied the note, hoping to find anything in the handwriting that might help her identify the mysterious friend. There had to be someone close to you, someone who knew how to hide and who had an interest in protecting you.

But the answers seemed to slip through her fingers. She couldn't make a connection between you and any suspect who would have had a motive to hide you. It was frustrating and discouraging, but Olivia didn't let it stop her.

As her thoughts wandered, her eyes fell on a photo that was on her desk. It was a picture of you and her, taken at the brunettes police graduation a few months prior. Olivia stared at the picture and a thoughts flashed through her mind.

"No this can not be." She whispered, but the thought didn't leave her. It was unlikely, but not impossible. What if you were helped to escape because you knew someone who was a police officer or another detective? Someone who had access to sensitive information and various ways to disappear?

Olivia shook her head to dispel the ridiculous idea. It couldn't be someone from her own ranks. But the thought wouldn't let her go. She had to find out if there was a connection between you and a police officer. If there was probably even someone on the hospital video footage. It was a risky hypothesis, but she felt like she was on the right track.

With a sigh, she stood up and prepared to continue her search for answers, walking back outside to task Amanda with tracking the number on the piece of paper and your phone, finding out who it belonged to and where you were. Olivia wouldn't rest until you were back with her, and she wouldn't let anyone stop her. It was a vow of revenge, and she would keep it, no matter the cost.

ᕚ---ᕘ

You stumbled through the crowded city streets, your heart pounding wildly in your chest while every step was accompanied by a sharp pain that emanated from your side, where the deep but already stitched wound had become infected after the procedure. You were breathing heavily, your lungs burning with exertion and pain. Your steps were hurried and uncoordinated as you tried to orient yourself and find a safe place. The people of the city whirled past you, the sound of the crowd ringing in your ears. But despite the hustle and bustle around you, you felt lonely, lost and afraid.

With every step you took, the fear inside you grew. You were alone, hurt, and on the run from a man who would stop at nothing to find you. Every movement and push made you flinch as you tried to hide from your ex-husband's eyes.

The streets of Manhattan were a maze of alleys and deserted squares, and you felt like a rat in a trap. You didn't know where to go. Your head was spinning with fear and panic, and you forced yourself to stay calm even though your mind was wandering.

Suddenly a thought flashed into your mind - the note with the number that a nurse at the hospital had passed to you from someone who could help you. With shaking hands, you fumbled for your gym bag and searched for your cell phone, which you had turned off to avoid being located.

"They'll never find you. Trust me, I know how to disappear. - A friend," you went over the sentence you had memorized for the hundred time this week. A friend. The words seemed like a last ray of hope in the darkness, a spark of hope in the midst of despair. You didn't know who this friend was, but you knew you had to trust them if you wanted to survive.

With your heart pounding, you typed in your cell phone password and typed a message to the number. Your fingers trembled and flew over the keys as you made your request, desperate. "I need your help. Where should I go?"

Meanwhile, you had leaned against a wall, away from the world, to take a short break. Heavy and fast footsteps echoed behind you and you turned around in shock, anxiously waiting for an answer. Your heart was beating so loud you thought it would jump out of your ears. But it was just an older man running past without noticing you. You breathed a sigh of relief, but the fear didn't go away. You didn't feel safe.

It didn't take long for an answer to come. A simple instruction, concise and precise. "Come to the old pizzeria at the harbor in an hour. We'll pick you up there. But throw away your cell phone before you come. We can't be found."

You swallowed hard as you read the message. It was a risky move, but you had no choice. You had to trust this person if you wanted to have any chance of not being found by your ex-husband or dying from the infection that was spreading through your body.

With a determined nod, you threw the phone into the nearby restaurant bin and forced your tired and shaky legs to walk towards the harbor, a bone-chilling pain coursing through your body as you tripped over an objext lying around, and you gritted your teeth to keep from screaming. The streets were still crowded and seemed to stretch on forever. You saw a potential danger in every person and fear was on your mind, but you knew that you had no time for doubts now.

With one last desperate look over your shoulder, you placed the hood of your hoodie over your head and continued on your way, willing to pay any price to save yourself. You didn't know what the future would hold, but you knew you would fight until your last breath.

Forty-five minutes later you arrived at the designated location at the harbor, your heart racing with excitement and fear. With shaking hands, you pushed against the heavy doors of the restaurant, which slowly opened with a creaking sound, the metal handle feeling cold in your warm, sweaty hands as your view slid freely onto the inner workings of the pizzeria. Here you should meet the person you know.

A rush of smells greeted you as you slowly stepped over the threshold - the sweet smell of spices, the savory smell of grilled meat and the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee. It smelled of hunger and thirst, of life and movement.

You looked around, your eyes slowly adjusting to the yellowish and strong light as you searched for the familiar figure you were supposed to meet here. But the restaurant was full of strange faces crowding the narrow aisles and sitting at the tables, and you couldn't make out the person you were expecting.

Even the slight forward movement as you fought your way through the maze, searching for a familiar face had unleashed a shockwave of blinding, feverish pain that lanced upward. The source of the fire, on the left, above the hip, under the costal arch. You looked down at yourself for a moment, running your shaky fingers over the area where you could now feel a bulge. The bump under your sweater was covered with a bandage, but you knew you needed enough painkillers and antibiotics as soon as possible. Frantically, you searched for a familiar face, but the more you searched, the more you feared that you were wrong, that no one was here to help you. A trap.

But as you felt a gentle touch on your shoulder and you spun around with care, never in a million years could you have thought that you would run into this exact person. A shiver ran down your spine as the realization hit you.

“Alex,” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath. Alexandra Cabot, the former prosecutor, the person who worked with the SVU for many years before she disappeared herself, was here to help you. It was a surprising revelation that almost took your breath away.

The blonde nodded, her face marked with happiness. She took a step closer to you, her eyes full of compassion. "Yes, yes. It's me," she said softly, her voice firm and soothing, her lips warm and inviting in a smile of relief while your eyes widened in surprise and realization.

You were speechless with astonishment. "We have to act quickly. Come, I will take you to a safe place where you can also be provided with the necessary emergency medicine."

You nodded silently, your throat dry with relief and gratitude. You couldn't believe was here to help you. After all the years she was in hiding and she was considered dead, you never thought you would ever see her again.

“How did you know-” you asked, taking a deep breath, blocking out the pain. You felt her eyes on you as you got into a dark SUV, which got driven by one of her protectors. "It was all over the news. The critical condition of a detective with your photo, that it was your ex-husband's fault, the injuries you sustained as a result. The police tried to keep most of it secret to protect your privacy, but some things were still leaked and I didn't know what else to do.“

You nodded again, a feeling of relief washing over you. You knew the road ahead would be long and difficult while your team did everything possible to find your ex-husband and you could finally return to Olivia. But until then, you were safe by Alex's side and Olivia was safer with you gone.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

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[miniteezez]

Could you please do a JK one where the readers getting abused by maybe someone in the company or parents or something like that and JKs been a friend for a long time maybe even childhood friends and she tries to hid it but he gets suspicious and ends up find out and she keeps refusing help thinking she doesn’t deserve it but he helps her anyways and is really sweet and maybe they even end up together. Maybe add him speaking to the other members about it. Idk I like their little cameos. Also please add Bam I miss Bam. So like angst fluff 🫶🏻

Jungkook x fem reader

To save you

Genre:angst, comfort, work space abuse

Warning: abuse, self doubt, injury, blood

Synopsis: a girl at work really hates how close you are to jungkook.

My back pressed up against the mirror of the dance practice room. The boys had finished up around half an hour ago, but I stayed back with staff to help clear up. Minji, one of their coaches, had been eyeing me up the entire day. Truth is, I was really close to jungkook. I had been since I moved here. Tonight, I was going to stay over at his and look after bam whilst he went out with jin and tae. Minji had overheard this, and I instantly knew she was mad. It was no secret she liked jungkook, even he knew. She would cling on at any chance she got and made sure to linger on him a bit too long at practice. As soon as we were alone, she backed me up against the mirror and landed a harsh slap to my cheek.

"Have you not learnt to just back off yet?" Her voice was like nails on a chalk bored, a shiver rippled up my spine. I just bit my lip harshly, trying to ignore the pain. I should be used to it by now. Not liking my silence, minji gripped my shoulders and shook me harshly.

"Answer me you bitch!" Flinching away, I took a breath and looked at her anxiously.

"He just wants me to-" before I could finish, she threw me down to the floor with a loud thud. My elbow hit the ground first and an electric jolt of pain ripped up my arm. I couldn't help but whimper, clutching onto it carefully.

"He doesn't want you! You're just a convenience for him. If he wasn't so shy he'd be relying on me. Not you." Again, I said nothing, just sitting myself up slowly. She crouched down to my level, taking a fistful of my hair in her hand. Forcing me to look at her, she smiled fakly.

"Dont get it twisted, (y/n). Jungkook wouldn't really have someone as low and pathetic as you in his life, you're just so easy to use." With that, she shoved me away and left. It took a few minutes for the tears to stop but, I just got myself up and headed down to the back entrance. I found jimin and jungkook stood there, minji was, of course, hugging onto the tallers arm. My chest went tight, she was so pretty, she looked so right with him. What was I?

"(Y/n)? Are you ready to go?" Shaking my head, I looked up to find kook stood in front of me now. Giving him a small, I nod and allowed him to take hold of my hand. Ignoring minjis goodbye, he pulled me out into the underground car park and over to his bike. Wait, bike?

"Oh no. I'm not getting on that." He just chuckled, putting the helmet on my head and buckled it up.

"Dont be silly. It'll be fun." Hopping on the vehicle, he put his own helmet on before grabbing my arm. Hissing in pain, jungkook looked concerned but I just laughed and got on behind him.

"Hold on right to me okay?" Not passing up the opportunity, I wrapped my arms around his middle, ignoring the burning pain. With my good arm, I clung on for dear life as he rode us back to his place briskly.

"I told you it would be fun." I just huffed, following the noirette inside. Bam immediately ran over, circling us both excitedly. Jungkook chuckled, stroking the dogs head affectionately. Bam, being the pooch he is, decided he'd had enough of his dad and wanted me now. I smiled, kneeling down and petting him. Kook slipped away to get ready whilst I fed his dog in the kitchen.

"How do I look?" Hearing jungkook behind me, I turned around from my food making. My breath cought in my throat, cheeks slowly gaining colour. He was wearing some tight black jeans, a polo neck that was a dark grey colour and a leather jacket was in his arms. Of course, this was accompanied by his prada boots and all those piercings.

"You look amazing, as always." Playing down my actual feelings, I smiled at the tatted male kindly. Tilting his head, he grinned and came to stand next to me.

"What you making?"

"Japchae. I'll make extra so you can eat when you come in." Hearing this, he looked very happy. His hand rested on the back of my neck, his fingers moved across my skin softly.

"You're the best. I won't be too late. And you can call me if there's any issues." Letting out a laugh, I gazed up at him fondly.

"There won't be any issues silly. Now, go have fun. You deserve it." He hummed, looking down at me. Our eyes connected and it felt as though time stood still. For a minute, we stared at each other. The air between us grew thick, my eyes automatically falling to his lips. A shrill bark made us both jump apart.

"Ah my boy!" Jungkook gave bam lots of love before leaving for his night out.

Dropping onto kooks plush sofa, bam jumped up and lay with his head on my chest. I slowly rolled up the sleeve of my hoodie and winced at the sight of my elbow. It was purple, swollen to twice its size. That definitely wasn't good but I ignored it and put the sleeve down. This wasn't the first injury and it definitely wouldn't be the last. Not as long as I was in kooks life. Bam whimpered, nudging my chin with his nose. Smiling sadly, I stroked his ears softly.

"Its okay. You miss your dad huh? Me too...he'll be home soon." Tears filled my eyes, a lump forming in my throat. The pup nuzzled closer to me, as if he could sense my emotions. Sniffling, I wrapped my arms around him and curled up. There was nothing I could do. I couldn't tell jungkook because I didn't deserve his help. I ended up falling asleep, eyes damp from unshead tears.

A weight landed on my chest, waking me up from my slumber. It was too heavy to be bam. Looking down, I saw jungkook had decided to use me as a human pillow.

"Kook?"

"Mm. Shh, I wanna sleep." Blushing at his sleepy voice, I ran my fingers through his fluffy hair.

"You should go to bed then." Shaking his head, he wrapped his strong arms around my waist.

"No, it's better here." His voice trailed off, clearly dozing off. I smiled, letting my arms hang over his large frame and drifted back off too. In that moment, it was easy to forget everything else but him.

Monday rolled around and I was sat in the practice room watching hobi go over some of his solos. I clapped, doing whatever he asked me. Perks of being an assistant. Seeing he was out of breath, I headed to the water fountain to fill up his bottle.

"Bah!" Screaming, I jumped back and somehow managed to save hobis water. Jungkook stood there, a cheeky grin on his face. Glaring, I put the cap back on the bottle.

"That was mean." Laughing, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Bumping into my side, I winced at the pressure against my elbow. He saw this and frowned.

"You okay?' Nodding at him, I explained I had to get back to hobi and left quickly. He couldn't find out.

"You should head home now (y/n). Its quite late." Hobi smiled at me kindly, handing me my hoodie.

"Thank you. I'll get going now. See you tomorrow!" Heading out, I went down to reception and signed myself out. Just as I was leaving, jungkook came over.

"Hey, you get to leave earlier that us tonight huh?" Though he was acting annoyed, I knew it was only playful and laughed.

"Yep. Did you need something?"

"No actually, I'm just about to head off to. I just, oh." He paused, sighing to himself. He muttered something about being stupid.

"What have you lost?" Scoffing at how well I knew him, kook smiled sheepishly.

"My jacket. Think it's in the gym." Rolling my eyes, I shook my head.

"Stay here. I'll go get it." To my surprise, he pulled me into a hug and kisses my cheek. Instantly, I blushed, trying to hug back casually.

"You're the best." Laughing it off, I quickly head down into the basement level and to the gym. Spotting the denim jacked slung over one of the weights, I jumped out of my skin upon hearing the door slam. Turning round, minji stood there, eyes glazed over with anger.

"You're so stupid (y/n)" She made her way over to me menacingly. I clutched the jacket to my chest, like some sort of safety blanket. Seeing the coat, she ripped it from my hands and thew it aside. Before I could say anything, her fist connected with the edge of my cheek at full force. I stumbled back, gasping as it knocked the wind out of me.

"He hates you! Do you understand me?" Minji screamed, I just nod out of fear. Chuckling bitterly, she pinned me down and slapped me on my other cheek. It was dizzying and I struggled to focus on anything. I could feel her nails on my skin and my hurt elbow pressing against the tiled floor awkwardly. Leaning down, the blonde whispered into my ear.

"If I were you, (y/n). I'd really watch my back. Because if I see you near my man again, I'll do much worse than this." Raising from the ground, minji kicked my side a few extra times for good measure. I don't know when she left but I lay on the ground crying stupidly for a while. Having little strength, I forced myself up and looked down. My arms were covered in thick, bloody scratches. My face felt as though it were on fire and my ribs, the pain was unimaginable. Tears bubbled down my cheek as I managed to get to my knees.

"Hey, (y/n). Are you in here? You've been ages-" we both froze as jungkook entered the room. He stared at me, lips parted and brows furrowed. As he slowly registered all the wounds, kook took a step forward and I flinched back.

"(Y/n). What happened? Who did this?" He asked, trying to get closer but I just grabbed his jacket and stood up with great difficulty.

"Talk to me! What happened?"

"Nothing jungkook! Stop asking!" I shoved the jacket in his arms and left immediately. Now he'd seen that, I had to stay away. As soon as I got home, I emailed management and let them know I'd be taking a few days off.

The next morning, jungkook sat in the break room deep in thought.

"You okay?" Jin asked, taking a seat beside him with a steaming coffee. Shaking head head, the younger turned to him.

"Someone hurt (y/n). Badly." Now concerned, jin put his drink down. He crossed his arms and sat forward.

"What?"

"I dont know. Last night I found her covered in bruises and cuts. She was a mess. I tried to help but she pushed me away, and she won't answer the phone." He explained, rubbing his face in annoyance. Jin saw his distress and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Who would hurt her, she's the sweetest." Kook carried on, looking to his elder for advice.

"I dont know jungkook, but focus on the important thing. She needs help." Knowing jin was right, he kept his gaze on him.

"So what do I do? She won't talk to me." After a minute of silence, the brunette gasped, alerting jungkook.

"Here's an idea."

Laying in my bed, I hadn't moved all day. I felt so weak. Everything hurt. Tears were staining my cheeks. I didn't want to let jungkook go. He was my everything, even if he didn't notice. But why would he want me when minji was there? My phone buzzed yet again. This time, I was going to block him but was pleasantly surprised at the text.

Gguk: hey, I got a meeting tonight. Could you come look after bam? I won't be able to get home at all.

Knowing he wouldn't be there, I agreed. I couldn't let bam starve like that. It took me an hour to even get out the house and drive over to his house. But, eventually, I arrived. Making my way inside, I found it strange that bam didn't greet me. Shrugging, I filled up his bowl using a measuring cup. My legs buckled beneath me and I dropped down against the kitchen floor. Luckily, I didn't knock anything. Tears welled up in my eyes. Why was I so pathetic? My shoulders began to shake as I tried so hard to contain my cries. There was a noise behind me, at least bam was here. Sniffling, I kept my head down.

"I'm sorry. I put your food down. But I'm so stupid, I probably messed that up too. I can't even stand up without falling over. I really, really hate myself." Was it stupid to pour your heart out to a dog? Either way, I spoke out to him. At this point, tears were yet again streaming down my cheeks. Unexpectedly, arms wrapped around me from behind, gently tugging me back.

"Dont say stuff like that, you're not stupid." Jungkook spoke softly, turning me around. Seeing his concerned face, I felt my lip wobble. His hands came up and wiped my cheeks.

"Dont hate yourself. Its going to be okay." Instantly, I started sobbing. How could he be so kind after seeing the state I was in? Jungkook wasted no time in picking me up. On autopilot, my arms wrapped around his neck as he carried me into his bedroom. He sat on his bed, placing me on his lap.

"Can I help you please?" Taking a deep breath, I nod but didn't dare let go. Rubbing my back, kook kept his voice small.

"I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Reluctantly, i detached myself from him and jungkook got up, disappearing into his bathroom. I felt cold, hugging my knees to my chest best I could. Why did he want to help me? Nothing made sense.

"Could you show me where you're hurt?" Gazing up, I saw the male holding a first aid kit. When I avoided eye contact, he frowned and stepped closer. Gently, he brushed my hair aside.

"I'm not going to leave you. I promise. I just need to help you."

"Why?" I whispered, swallowing the thump in my throat.

"Well, you're hurt and injuries can get infected a-"

"No. Why do you care? I'm not important. I'm just a convenience." Now completely confused, jungkook sat down next to me and tilted his head. Delicately, he placed a hand on my knee.

"A convenience? What does that even mean?" He asked, trying to meet my eyes but I refused.

"You only talk to me because I'm easy. The only reason you ask for me to come here is because you know I will. You're just too shy to talk to anyone else." As I spoke, the man beside me felt himself grow angry. Turning towards me, he, very carefully, moved me around. Finding myself face to face with him, I swallowed thickly. His breathing seemed deeper, tongue poking at his peircing on reflex.

"You think I only talk to you because I find it convenient that you'll help me out?" Nervously, I nod at his question and almost flinched at how his face fell. Scooting forward, he cupped my cheeks whilst shaking his head.

"(Y/n), you really don't understand do you?" I blinked at him, subtly leaning into his hands.

"You have no idea how scared I was to talk to you all those years ago. I continue to include you in my life because I want you in it." He spoke softly, thumb running across my cheek bone.

"Why were you scared?"

"Because-" He cut himself off with a laugh, embarrassment evident in his tone. Giving me a shy smile, kook sat away and grabbed the aid kit.

"I'll tell you, if I can clean you up?" Letting out a breath, I nod. Happy I'd agreed, he took hold of the hem of my jumper.

"Can I?" I gave him a quiet hum of confirmation and closed my eyes as he pulled it off of my body. Jungkook tensed instantly. All those wounds concealed under the thick material were now on display. Seeing my elbow, the shade of purple it was, he gasped.

"Oh (y/n). Why didn't you tell me?" My lips pressed together, squeezing my eyes shut to stop the tears. He got to work, firstly aiding the scratches on my arms. Each time I winced from the disinfectant, he apologised and tried to be gentler. After they were wrapped, he applied cream to my face where it was bruised. The worst of it was the bruise on my ribs, it was accompanied by small cuts from the broken skin. He was so delicate with me, taking his time to clean the area and apply the correct creams. Finally, he inspected my elbow and frowned deeply.

"You need this checked out professionally." He sighed, wrapping it up for now. I just bit my lip anxiously.

"You can wear this." Jungkook handed me his white tshirt, which I put on immediately. He dimmed the lights of the room and switched his TV on. I got myself under the covers and curled up. Getting in beside me, the male scootched down and looked at me sadly.

"Who hurt you?"

"I can't tell you." Looking confused, he reached over and started to run his fingers through my hair.

"Yes you can. What do you think will happen?"

"You'll hate me." I told him, not daring to look at him.

"I dont think there's anything that could make me hate you." Thinking over it all, my mind began to swim.

"Dont cry my love." Blinking fast, jungkook carefully pulled me up into his embrace. My nose pressed to the crook of his neck. Our bodies were snug together.

"Tell me please. I hate seeing you like this. It breaks my heart." With a turbulent breath, I sat up. He was quick to follow my actions, his hands on my waist and me partially on his lap.

"You know-" squeezing my eyes shut, jungkook brought me onto his thighs fully. I couldn't even compute that action however, my head was too muddled with all that was happening.

"Take your time, I'm listening." Nodding at him, I finally caved in and looked down.

"You know Minji?" Jungkook looked at me, bobbing his head.

"Well, she hates that we're close."

"Why?" He asked, trying to comprehend what I was saying.

"Because she really likes you jungkook. Id go as fsr to say she's in love with you. And, you know, you should like her too! I don't understand how you couldn't."

"Answer me one thing (y/n). Did she do this to you?" I wet my lips, rubbing my eyes harshly.

"Yes." Cupping my cheeks in his large palms, kook came to eye level and looked at me intently.

"Then I could never even fathom, falling in love with her. Let alone liking her. Trust me when I tell you, you're never going to see her again." He never took his eyes off of me, my heart started beating unnaturally. Sliding his arms around my waist, jungkook pulled me into a gentle hug. I rested my head on his shoulder and took a deep breath, inhaling his musky cologne.

"I dont want you leaving my side." Finally, I let out a tiny laugh at his words.

"Huh? Do you want me to move in or something?" I joked lightly, enjoying his embrace after such a horrible few days.

"I wouldn't mind." He replied, arms seeming to tighten around my middle slightly.

"I'm not your girlfriend jungkook."

"You could be." I froze. Slowly, I pulled away, keeping my hands on his shoulders and gaped at the man in front of me.

"That's not funny."

"I-i wasn't joking." He grinned, taking hold of my hands and linking our fingers.

"You asked me why I was scared to talk to you? I was scared because, you're pretty." Blushing, I struggled to find the words. So, jungkook continue upon seeing my confusion.

"You've always been pretty. And, I was what- sixteen? I was sure you'd just laugh of you ever figured it out." He scratched his nape nervously, cheeks tinted with embarrassment.

"Figured what out?"

"That I like you." Silence settled between us, my brain slow to catch on. Once his words sunk in, I gazed at him with a mix of emotion. Firstly, I couldn't believe that. Secondly, what the fuck?

"You like me?"

"Well, yeah. You're my best friend, you're always here. You're the best thing that happened to me. Debut was hard, life was hard. Then you appeared and made everything better." As he spoke from the heart, I felt myself smiling happily.

"Its been nearly ten years. Why didn't you tell me?" My hand held his cheek tentivley. Jungkook shrugged shyly, leaning into my touch.

"I couldn't risk loosing you. But it looks like I nearly lost you to a psychopath because of that." He chuckled sadly, inching forward slightly. It was insane. How did I never notice his feelings for me. This whole time, I let minji get in my head. Without thinking, I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips to his. Jungkook stuttered slightly before kissing back eagerly. He was careful of my bruises, as he held me flush to his chest. Taking the lead, he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He poured all his love into the action, hoping to make up for lost time. Eventually, I pulled away to take a breath. Jungkook was grinning like an idiot.

"I'm hoping that means you like me too?" Instead of replying, I hit his chest softly abd brought a laugh out of him. Once he'd started to relax again, jungkook, very carefully, laid down; bringing me with him and onto his chest. Instantly, I felt comfort, his strong arms holding me to him protectively.

"Get some sleep, I'm taking you to the hospital in the morning." Nodding, I sat up slightly to kiss his cheek sweetly.

"Thank you." He just smiled, ruffling my hair up then reaching over for the light. Suddenly, I grabbed his wrist. He looked at me in question.

"What about minji?" Redirecting his hand to his phone, jungkook unlocked it and went to contacts.

"Dont worry, I've got a plan for that."

The very next afternoon, minji arrived at the studio for her session. Having not seen me for two days, she was in high spirits. Making her way into the practice room, minji flicked the light on then dumped her stuff in the corner. Suddenly, the door slammed behind her. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, as she turned around. There stood yoongi. One hand on the door, the other tucked away into his pocket. Slowly, he looked up, smirking as he clicked the lock.

"Now then. We're gonna have some fun."

[spotify-playlist-placement]

Symphonic: A Cautionary Tale for Music

Artists be aware

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[the-fiction-witch]

The Dungeon Master P7

Media Irl X Fantasy Land

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Smut

Series The Dungeon Master

Smut Nudity / 'master' / biting / full sex / hikis / masturbation / spanking

He gave me a small cotton dress that honestly didn't really hide much of me and he chained my wrists together 

"Don't be scared little one. I'll make sure you're taken care of" he says giving my lips a soft kiss "Alright, just keep quiet let master handle it" he says tugging on my chain and leading me up through the castle until at last, it opened out to the large courtyard I first arrived into where many of the dungeon staff stood with there own prisoners each having there own prisoner who was to stand trial before the king of man and Inrecatanus who today stood up and watched over the goings on eagerly. Currently, a man is laid before them begging for his life.

"Please, your grace. Please! I have a wife and two beautiful daughters" He begged 

"What are your crimes?" 

"I stole from the baker your grace but I assure you it was only to feed my children."

"A crime Is a crime no matter your reasons. I sentence you to death"

"Noooooo! No your grace please" he begged as  Inrecatanus moved closer "Please I beg of you!" He screamed as  Inrecatanus opened his jaw sending a wave of bright green fire across the courtyard, his screams echoed across the high walls, the smell of burning flesh and meat filled my nose. Once  Inrecatanus closed his jaw the fire stopped and all that remained were charred black bones.

Immediately I began to panic as his bones were swept away and the next prisoner was brought to the king "Relax." Thomas whispered, "He'll smell you scared just relax." he told me as we watched each prisoner's trial most ending the same way. 

Until It was Our turn. Thomas tugged me through to stand where all those before me had 

"Speak your crimes, girl"

"she has chosen to have me speak for her" Thomas spoke up 

"Smart girl, go on then dungeon master what  crimes was she accused of?"

"Violet magic Your grace"

Hush crashed over the crowd even those waiting silenced, "The Perfect for you to judge Dungeon master" he chuckled "I'm sure you got truthful answers out of her."

"I have my methods" 

"I'm well aware, your reputation proceeds you. I'm well aware of the sick magic used to force confessions"

"That ended up not being necessary. I can confirm she is innocent"

"Innocent? Are you sure?"

"without a doubt. Many other methods were used to force her to answer. it is true I promise you that" 

"What about her wand?"

"A play piece. non-functional" 

"What would be your recommendation?" 

"Well, She is innocent and Frankly over our time we have... bonded of sorts. My recommendation is that you release her to me."

"To you?"

"What?" I asked

"Quiet little one" He smirked "I hold no Slaves to my name, and I need one with the work in the dungeons. She's a very good worker and given our time together I have complete trust in her" 

"I think we can agree on that. Alright done. I release her from imprisonment and release her to your ownership Dungeon master"

"Thank you your grace" he bowed "I will have her branded by tonight" 

"What? we did not agree to-"

"Come on Little one others need their trials" he smirked forcing me to walk with him. 

I was forced into a small office room deep in the castle and the moment he shut the door 

"What the fuck!" 

"What?"

"What the fuck! That is not what we agreed on!"

He chuckled to himself a moment "Are you alive?"

"... Well yes."

"Are you free?"

"No!"

"ah ah ah are you imprisoned?" 

"I might as well be! you promised me my freedom"

"I said freedom on a lead. You really think for a moment the king would let you out of the city? Even if he did you'd be picked up by the next guard on a power trip. You're free but on a lead. You're free to move around and do what you want but your mine. Freedom on a lead" he explained "Exactly what you wanted"

"where am I?" I asked noticing the room I was in a large dark room with a large impressive fireplace, wood-lined walls, a long sofa, bed, chairs and all sorts of various bits and bobs. 

"My office."

"Office? I thought your office was in the dungeons?"

"No no that's just the key desk" He shrugs "This is my office as master of the dungeon, and my room"

"You sleep up here?"

"Course. what you thought I slept down in the dungeons?"

"I hadn't really thought about it"

"You'll stay here with me from now on. relax slave is just a term I'll still torture my little one" he cooes giving me a kiss "Come on, It's been a long day, You wanna come sleep in a real bed again?" He smirked sitting on the bed 

"Yes please," I said going over but he stopped me before I could climb in 

"ah ah ah."

"What?"

"Convince master to let you share the bed" He smirked, 

"share?"

"It's my bed little one. you want to snuggle with me I need convincing?" 

I rolled my eyes a little before slipping my little dress off me leaving me naked "That convincing master?"

"Hummmm... perfectly convincing" he smirked wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. 

"There we are. Cosy?"

"Very much, but I wanted to be in the cosy bed"

"You will, when we're done"

"Haven't you had enough today?"

"No" he smirked pulling me to kiss him his hands stroking up my body, before flipping us over and pushing me into the soft mattress and blankets "How could I possibly say I've had enough of that body" He smirked sitting himself between my legs and wrapping them around his waist "Shall we little one?"

"Yes master"

"Humm good girl" he smirked attaching himself to my neck kissing and biting at my skin as he undid his pants unlacing them completely and throwing his clothes across the room "you don't have to scream so loud now were out of the dungeons little one, But if I want too your more then welcome" he cooed kissing down my neck gently stroking my clit

"Ughhhh!" I whined

"Humm do you have to sound so fuckable little one?"

"I don't mean to-"

"I know you don't mean to, But it drives me crazy" he growled slipping inside me "fuck- You feel so good"" He groans

"Ughhh Master!"

"What are you screaming about so much? You know how master feels inside you"

"I know I missed it"

"Did you?" he smirked holding my hips hard as he began his fast and passionate pace "I only fucked you a few hours ago"

"I still missed you"

"I'm sure you did, You love your master that much?"

"I do"

"Good, You know I love my little one's sweet pussy too" he smirked getting faster and faster

"Ahhhhhh Master! Please!"

"Yeah? More? Faster little one? Or harder?"

"Both"

"Hummm, You dirty little thing" he smirked getting faster and much much harder sending waves of pleasure each time he moved often times forcing moans and groans out of both of us, the bed creaking below us as his face became rapid and merciless his kisses got lower and lower often times he ended up biting and leaving hickies across my breasts "Fuck! You feel so good"" He growled moving his hand back to stroke my clit harshly making me squeal

"Ughhhhhhh! Master! Please! Master!"

"Yeah? You close little one?"

"Yes! Please master"

"I should really get back to work"

"Nooo Please"

"Awww You need me that badly little one?"

"Yes!"

"Fuck- I need you too." He growled getting even faster and more merciless but it wasn't for long as I hit my wall of pleasure not long after digging my nails down his beck

"AAAAHHHHHHH! Master!" "UUghhhhh fuck!" He groans desperately keeping at his pace even if he bit his lip and clearly strained himself to do to almost working mindlessly as My back arched up from the bed and my body shook with the wave of pleasure that rushed through me from the tips of my toes to the very top of my head, he kept up this pace for only a few moments more before he pulled out holding his hilt and letting his seed cascade over my stomach and my pussy "Fuck! Ughhhh... Holy shit." he groans litteraly collasping on the bed with me "why the fuck was that so intense?"

"I don't know" I gasped

"You took it out of me little one" he smirked sitting up and catching his breath "Humm maybe I should give you a little time off we don't want that pretty pussy and cute little clit getting desensitized do we" he smirked giving my clit as few little kisses

"No"

"No we don't, how ever would I be able to torture you if parts of you got desensitized"

"I'm sure you could find ways"

"I could, But I'm saving my... inventive torture for special occasions"

"Are you?" "I am. I have plans don't you worry little one"

I yawned and nodded

"Go on, you get some sleep" he says tucking the covers around me to make me all cosy and comfy "You get some sleep I'll finish work and be back later okay" he says getting his clothes on

"Okay"

"Good girl, sleep tight little one" he cooed giving my head a kiss

"Goodnight Master"

"Goodnight, I'll see you later" He says blowing me a kiss and heading out the room, locking the door behind him. 

I yawned as I had been sleeping for god knows how long, The bed was so cosy and comfortable in warm soft bed the fire often flickering across the room I heard the door and perked up a little as it opened and closed, but I didn't bother opening my eyes. I heard him heading over and leaning over the bed to give my cheek a little kiss "Hey sleepy?"

"Ummm" I grumbled wrapping the covers closer around me to keep me warm

"Come here" He cooes crawling in with me and giving me a tight cuddle

"UUuummmmm" I smiled enjoying his warm arms wrapping around me and his body press up against my own

"Awww look at you, so cosy. little one happy master let her get some rest?" He Cooes peppering little kisses across my skin

"Um humm" I nodded

"Aww still sleepy? But master wants a cuddle"

"Master can cuddle while I sleep" I yawned

"You really are tied. Poor thing. I must have really tried you out these last few days. Alright, you rest up little one. Master has some paperwork to do I'll just be at the desk if you need me okay?" He says giving my forehead a kiss before trying to climb out of bed but I hold his shirt preventing him from moving away too far "oww- yes?' he laughed

"Cuddle"

"I will cuddle later I have paperwork to deal with"

"Hummm" I pouted

"No don't pout little one. No pouting just because master has work to do, or you'll get such a spanking. You get some rest I'll be back for a cuddle soon" He says tucking the covers around me tightly so I had no little drafts or uncovered toes, he fixed my hair behind my ear and gave my skin a soft little kiss before he went to his desk to do some work, 

I did get a little more sleep but often times I would just open my eyes and watch him doing paperwork, often times he would spot me looking at him and he smirked often blowing me little kisses  

"Master" I whined

"Ummm? what is it little one?" He asks leaning on his arm 

"I'm all cold and lonely" I pouted 

"Are you? Well master has work to do" He says "You can get some rest until I'm done"

"But I wanna cuddle my master"

"And I told you when I'm done"

"But master" I whined 

"Wait little one. Wait until I'm done with my work or you are getting a spanking. Are we clear?"

"yes master"

"Good girl, not long now. Just a few more bits of paperwork and we'll have a cuddle alright?" 

"Okay," I giggled tucking the covers up around me tightly "Will you be done soon?"

"Soon," He says blowing a kiss 

"Why not now?"

"Because I'm busy"

"But master" I cooed moving to my back and tugging my covers up closer to me and opening my legs playfully "I miss you"

"Cute." He smirked "I thought you were cold and lovely? if your cold why are you tugging your covers up? Humm?" 

"I wanted attention"

"Did you now?"

"Please master" I cooed stroking my clit innocently 

"Really? really little one?" He smirked 

"Pretty please" I cooed 

"Fine" He smirked putting his paperwork done and coming to the bed ripping the covers from my hands "You're that desperate little one? you miss masters cock that much?"

"Very much master"

"Humm good girl" he smirked 

"You are such a slutty little thing aren't you?" He smirked "Over. now."

"What?"

"Over. on your knees now," he demanded 

"But -"

"Now." he demanded grabbing my hip and forcing me over to my stomach pulling my hips up so I sat on my knees "You always look so good on your knees. You can't hide anything from me" He smirked stroking my ass and then my clit "So adorable and exposed." he cooed slapping my ass hard "You really needed me that badly? you couldn't wait five minutes while I did some work before having to touch yourself?" he growled 

"well if master plaid with me?"

"I've barely left you alone in a week little one?"

"You did leave me"

"awww, only for a little while and it was just to let you rest little one" he cooes "Maybe I should lock you back up and watch you whine and struggle" he smirked spanking and slapping me whenever he got the chance 

"Nooo please master"

"Don't plead and pout little one" He cooes "if you behaved yourself maybe I wouldn't have to be so mean to you" he smirked slapping and spanking me hard "You want attention?" 

"Yes please master"

"Well, maybe if you behaved I would" He smirked moving away next I knew he grabbed my ankle and chained it to the bed "You can have attention tomorrow morning and not until. and you think about touching yourself again I'll chain your hands behind your back" he warns giving my lips a sweet kiss "Understand me?"

"Yes master"

"Good, Now. Let me finish my work" 

[specialagentsergio]

rationalizations

rationalizations: a defense mechanism in which one makes up a false but reassuring explanation to explain their behavior and/or feelings to both themselves and others, thus avoiding the reality of why they are really acting or feeling as they do.

summary: You’re the psych evaluation for Spencer. You think he’s full of shit, so you refuse to sign his clearance form until he actually tells the truth.

pairing: spencer reid x f!reader

category: angst (happy ending)

content warnings: spencer’s canonical trauma, flashbacks, mentions of suicide and suicidal ideation, swearing

a/n: i wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins‘ enemies to lovers event. it’s not my favorite trope, but one of the prompts sparked inspiration for me. i also took a good amount of inspiration from meredith’s various therapy scenes in grey’s anatomy, so if some of it feels familiar, that’s why! i swear i intended to make this cute and funny, but, well… here we are lmao.

word count: 3.6k

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Spencer throws his bag onto his desk with a frustrated huff. It thumps loudly, startling JJ at her desk across from his. She gives him a sympathetic look regardless. “Still not cleared yet?”

“No!” Forgetting that it’s wheeled, he drops himself into his chair. It skids backwards and he has to scramble to grab something to keep from falling out of it.

“Careful there,” JJ says, trying valiantly to suppress a laugh. “That psychologist's got you really worked up, huh?”

“I don’t know what she wants from me!” he complains. “It’s been nearly a month! Hotch’s ex-wife was murdered by an unsub, but they cleared him. I was only shot in the neck.”

“I mean, that’s still kind of a big deal,” she says. “You could’ve died, from the gunshot, or from the nurse that tried to kill you afterwards.”

“Speaking of that nurse,” he starts, “Garcia is the one who shot him and she’s been a wreck over it. She insisted on going to the guy’s execution. But the therapist cleared her!”

“Penelope’s not in the field,” JJ points out.

He crosses his arms. “Still. This isn’t the first time I’ve been shot. That possibility is part of the job. It’s not like it came out of nowhere and I was completely unprepared for it.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Spence,” she says. “Just keep all of your appointments and I’m sure you’ll be cleared soon.”

He pulls a stack of papers on his desk towards him. Paperwork—one of the things he’s actually allowed to do. “I better be,” he mutters.

---

“And it was really scary, you know?” Spencer wipes at his eyes with a tissue. “Not knowing if I was going to live or die.”

“Mm-hmm.”

He takes a deep breath. “But… it’s over now. The preacher who shot me died in the same shootout. Owen McGregor, the leader of the corrupt deputies, died later that night, in another shootout. And Greg Baylor, the one who posed as a nurse and tried to kill me, was sentenced to death row and he’s gone now, too.”

His psychologist makes a note on the paper in front of her, but doesn’t say anything, so he continues.

“I… I feel better now, just letting that out.” He takes a new tissue and dries his nose. “I feel ready now. Ready to go back to work.”

She nods slowly, considering him. But she doesn’t even look towards her desk where the clearance form sits, frustrating him to no end. After five minutes of silence, he breaks.

“You can’t be serious.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’ve been coming to these sessions for over a month, and I’m still not cleared to be in the field. I…” He musters up more tears and makes sure his voice wavers during his next words. “I just don’t know what you want? I’ve tried everything.”

“No, you haven’t,” she says plainly.

He blinks in surprise, sending some of the crocodile tears down his cheeks. “What?”

She crosses her legs. “You’re full of shit.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not being honest with me, and I don’t think you’re being honest with yourself either,” she says. “You’re a great actor. I can see how you’ve gotten clearances easily before. But that stops with me.”

Spencer stares at her. “I don’t understand.”

She moves her notebook to the side. “What happened in Texas isn’t the first time your life’s been in danger. Why do you think that is?”

“Wh—that’s part of my job,” he argues, fake crying long since forgotten.

“Not to the extent that you take it. I’ve read your file,” she says. “You take unnecessary risks with regularity.”

The tissues crumple in his hand as he clenches it. “I do not.”

“Let’s go back to the beginning.”

“The beginning of what?”

“Of your career.” Yet she doesn’t take out his file, or look at her notes. She speaks from memory. “2005. The BAU is assisting with a hostage situation. You go into the train, posing as someone who is there to remove a microchip from the unsub, but the first thing you do? You take off your bulletproof vest.”

“Okay, clearly you don’t understand what the situation was,” Spencer cuts in. “Ted Bryar was suffering from a psychotic break. He was somewhat unpredictable, and he told me to take off the vest.”

“And you just listened?”

“He—he had a gun, and was threatening both me and the other passengers with it!” he says. “What was I supposed to do, not listen?”

“Uh, yeah,” she replies. “You easily played into his delusions just a few minutes later to distract him. Why not do that to keep yourself safe?”

“I was twenty-four and was running on adrenaline,” he says defensively. “And it was my first time doing something like that. You can’t expect me to think of everything.”

“You’re right, I can’t,” she agrees. “So let’s jump forward a few years. How about the time you approached a teenager who was wielding an assault rifle with no protection, not even your own firearm?” she challenges.

“You mean Owen Savage? That was a unique situation,” he protests. “I knew I could talk him down.”

“No, you didn’t. You thought you had a good chance, but there’s no way to be one hundred percent sure of that. He was volatile, and on a killing spree,” she counters. “You didn’t know if you’d succeed--”

“I did!” He startles himself by unconsciously raising his voice, but he doesn’t apologize. “I did, because….”

“Because you related to him,” she fills in. “And that’s fine. Having empathy for an unsub doesn’t suggest something’s wrong in and of itself. But you still put yourself, and the rest of your team, in danger, didn’t you?”

He crosses his arms. “I got that lecture from Hotch when it happened, okay?”

“So then why’d you confront an unsub alone a few years later in Miami?” she asks. “You didn’t even tell anyone where you were going. You left your vest behind and just ran off.”

“I was having a head—wait, how do you even know that happened?” he questions. “It wasn’t in the report.”

“Well, first of all, you just confirmed it,” she points out, and he wants to kick himself. “Secondly, I can read between the lines.”

“I was having a headache,” he repeats. “I wasn’t thinking all that clearly. I just knew Julio’s life was in immediate danger, so I went to help him.”

“Uh-huh. More recently,” she says, brushing past his excuse, “You confronted your girlfriend’s stalker without your vest or gun.”

Spencer’s getting angry now. “I was trying to save Maeve. She asked me to leave them behind.”

“And you simply listened. Do you see the pattern I’m drawing here, Dr. Reid?” she asks. “These are just a few of the instances that stand out. Time and time again, you put yourself in unnecessary danger. So I’ll ask you again. Why do you think that is?”

Spencer looks over her—really looks over her, trying to understand what she’s getting at. “Are… are you suggesting that I’m suicidal?” he asks quietly.

She looks him straight in the eye. “You don’t act like someone who wants to be alive.”

It’s like she set off a bomb in his brain. Memories, and the feelings attached to them, emerge—Elle handcuffed to a seat, a teenager with a rifle, a blinding headache, Maeve and blood on the warehouse floor.

“Here’s what I see,” she says. “I see a man who’s been through so, so much. Your mother is mentally ill, your father left--”

His father is packing a suitcase. Spencer doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do or say, so he falls back on what he knows.

“Statistically, children who grow up in two-parent households attain three more years of higher education than children from single-parent households.”

It doesn’t help. “We’re not statistics, Spencer.”

“Your file says she’s staying at an institution, and with your father out of the picture, I can only assume you were the one who had her admitted--”

“Spencer, please don’t do this to me!” she cries as she’s escorted out of the house by Bennington Sanitarium’s transport staff.

“A few years into your work here at the FBI, you were kidnapped, tortured and drugged--”

He’s tired and cold and his whole body aches. Tobias—the real Tobias—looms over him with a syringe.

“Please. I don’t want it,” he pleads of his captor. “I don’t want it, please.”

The needle punctures his skin regardless.

“—you were held hostage by a cult leader--”

Emily sits across from him on the plane with a black eye. “What Cyrus did to me is not your fault.”

He pretends to agree.

“—you went through the death and reappearance of Agent Prentiss--”

He’s tried to make it clear to Jennifer that he wants to be left alone, but she won’t stop trying to talk about it with him, and he’s had enough.

“I came to your house for ten weeks in a row crying over losing a friend, and not once did you have the decency to tell me the truth.”

“—and your girlfriend was shot in front of you.”

“Who’s Thomas Merton? Who is he?” Diane demands, gun pressed against Maeve’s head.

“He’s the one thing you can never take from us,” Maeve replies, and Spencer’s heart drops. Thomas Merton is Maeve’s way of saying goodbye—she’s giving up.

“Wait!” he cries out, but it’s too late.

“This is just some of the more traumatic stuff. And then there’s what happened last month, which is why you’re here. You present a face of not being bothered by all of this, because that’s what you’ve been doing all your life, but I think you are bothered. You really, really are. And you don’t want to admit to anyone just how much it all has affected you. Maybe you don’t even want yourself to know.” Her expression and tone of voice are certain.

Spencer can’t take it anymore. The whirlwind of emotions and memories is overwhelming.

“The number of times you’ve almost died is staggering--”

“Yeah, and sometimes I wish I had!” He glares at her, breathing heavily. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

But she doesn’t seem intimidated or alarmed at all. She leans back in her armchair. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

The response only serves to make him angrier. She questioned him relentlessly and made him admit something he swore in the dark hours of sleepless nights that he’d never think again, never voice, let alone admit to anyone. She forced it out of him, forced. She made him say it against his will.

So why does he feel a sense of relief?

“I…” Tears well up in his eyes—real ones this time. “I’m done,” he chokes out.

He pushes himself off of the couch and out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

---

He storms in Hotch’s office and demands to see a different psychologist. But she was one step ahead of him—a few hours before the appointment, she had emailed Hotch and told him that under no circumstances should Spencer be allowed to get a clearance from someone else.

“And you’re going to believe her?” he cries.

“She’s doing her job, Reid.”

“You barely know her! You’ve known me for a decade!”

“Yes, I have,” Hotch agrees. “And you’ve told me yourself that you’ve fooled psychologists and therapists before. So if this one is saying you’re not ready yet, I’m inclined to believe her.”

Spencer just stares at him, but as usual, Hotch doesn’t blink.

“Unbelievable,” Spencer eventually mutters.

“Take the rest of the day off,” Hotch replies, glancing down at fists Spencer hadn’t realized he was clenching.

“Fine.”

Too agitated to stand in the elevator, he takes the stairs. As he stomps down them, he swears he’ll never go back to her office, even if it means never going into the field again.

A week passes, then two, and he hasn’t seen the psychologist since. But he doesn’t feel any better—he actually feels worse. It’s like her words broke a dam in his mind, in his gut, and feelings of unease and uncertainty won’t pass. It keeps him up at night. Her words echo in his head. “You don’t act like someone who wants to be alive.”

Spencer’s had yet another sleepless night and is struggling not to doze off at his desk despite the coffee he’s drinking. He stands up with the intention of splashing some water from the bathroom sink on his face, but his feet take him somewhere else.

He stares at the nameplate on the door. He swore he’d never go back, yet he feels compelled to knock.

It only takes her a few moments to answer. “Dr. Reid. Can I help you?” she asks.

“I…” He sighs. “Are you busy?”

“No. Come on in.” She steps to the side, opening the door wider to let him pass. He sits down on the couch.

She waits patiently. She doesn’t rush him. She lets him speak first.

He wrings his hands in his lap, staring down at them. “Something you said is bothering me.”

“What was it?”

“About… living,” he admits quietly. “I… I think you might have been right.”

When he gets the courage to glance up at her, he finds a soft smile on her face. “Would you like to talk about it?”

Spencer hadn’t realized he was expecting judgment and disdain until it didn’t happen. His shoulders slump down in relief. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I think I would.”

---

“You’re still thinking about her, aren’t you?”

Spencer looks up from his paperwork, slightly out of it, to find Derek watching him. His coworker had, indeed, caught him thinking about her again. His psychologist. Well, former psychologist. After his second session back with her, she’d handed over a clearance form and a referral to a therapist outside the bureau to see long-term.

“And you better follow up with that,” she’d told him, the corner of her mouth turning up despite her serious tone of voice. “I’ll know if you don’t.”

He’d promised that he would, and had followed through. But despite the progress he was making with the new therapist, he was feeling a little disappointed that he didn’t get to see her anymore. He only saw her in passing, sometimes in the elevator or walking down the hallways of the building. They would exchange hellos, she would ask how he was doing, then give him a little wave as she left. Each time his heart would skip a beat, and he’d feel an urge to follow her to wherever she was going.

Yet he hadn’t quite realized why he seemed to be preoccupied with her until a dream he had a few weeks ago—a dream in which he found himself kissing her. Despite being alone in his bedroom, he’d woken up feeling embarrassed. He promised himself that he would put her out of his mind. Having a crush on his psychologist? It was ridiculous.

But then he saw her in the elevator a few days later and he couldn’t help but analyze her body language. It was open, and she twirled her hair around a finger while she looked at him to ask him how he was. A few other people entered the elevator on the next floor, but her attention remained on him. They were subtle signs, but signs that he recognized nonetheless—signs of attraction. And once he started seeing them, he couldn’t stop.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Spencer tells Derek, picking back up the pen he hadn’t noticed he dropped.

“You can’t pull that on me, kid,” he replies. “It’s your psychologist. You can’t stop thinking about her, can you?”

Spencer sighs. “So what if I can’t?”

“So go ask her out already!” Derek says like it’s obvious.

“You don’t think that’s just a little inappropriate?”

“You’re not seeing her as a client anymore, are you?” he points out. “Go for it, kid. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

Spencer takes the advice—as soon as Derek said it, he knew he was right. He would regret not taking a chance on her and the connection he felt. Sure, she’d helped him with therapy, but it went deeper than that. It feels like she knows him.

He leaves the bullpen ten minutes early that evening, hoping to catch her before she leaves for the day. On her doorstep, he feels just as nervous as he did on the day he admitted that she was right, but it’s a different kind of nervous. An excited nervous. He knocks on the door.

She’s surprised when she seems him. He watches as her pupils dilate, and it boosts his confidence. “Dr. Reid. Can I help you?”

“You can. I’d like to talk,” he says.

“Oh. Well, I guess I could do that,” she says. “I thought things were going well with the therapist I referred you to, though.”

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t mean I want an appointment.”

Her eyebrows come together in confusion. “Okay, then, what do you want?”

Spencer doesn’t hesitate. “I want to take you out to dinner.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I really like you, and I think we’re meant to be together,” he replies, voice softening a bit.

She pauses before answering. When she does, her voice is gentle. “Dr. Reid, sometimes a medical professional’s care can start to feel like affection over a period of time, but--”

“No one has ever listened to me like you do,” he interrupts.

“That’s my job,” she points out.

“I’ve seen therapists before, but none of them have been like you,” he counters. “You understand me.”

She sighs. “Well, I’m glad I was a good fit and was able to help you. But that doesn’t mean that I see you as anything more than a client.”

“You’re lying.”

“Excuse me?”

“You do feel something more for me,” he says firmly, but then backtracks a little. “Well, I know you’re attracted to me at least.”

She blinks and shakes her head slightly, take aback. “Dr. Reid, this is not appropriate--”

“Please call me Spencer,” he says, then jumps into his explanation. “See, when we’re attracted to someone, our bodies display involuntary signals, and I’ve seen you do some of them when you’re around me. Whenever we run into each other here, your body will turn a little towards me and you’ll play with your hair. Your attention is almost entirely focused on me. And, when you see me, your pupils dilate. They did it when you opened the door just a few minutes ago. Oh, and I’m attracted to you, by the way,” he adds as he realizes how one-sided he’s been. “I imagine my pupils probably dilate when I see you, too.”

Her mouth opens and closes a few times, like she wants to speak but doesn’t know what to say. She looks flustered, and he wonders if maybe he’s pushed it too far or said too much, but he can’t turn back now. “So, please, let me take you out,” he says quietly. “Just… just give it a chance.”

She bites her lip and looks at the ground. There’s a crease between her eyebrows, which he’s come to learn means she’s thinking. She speaks seriously when she looks back up. “If I go out with you, I can’t treat you anymore. If you ever need another evaluation or session, you’d have to get it from someone else.”

“I know,” he says. “I get along well with the therapist you referred me to, though. And having to get clearance from a different psychologist at the bureau is something I’m willing to give up in favor of getting to know you better.”

She considers him. “You’re serious about this,” she states.

It’s not a question, but he answers it anyways. “I am.”

She tilts her head to the side, eyes unfocusing as she ponders the situation. Eventually, she says, “Let me think about it.”

It’s not exactly the answer he was hoping for, but he’ll take it.

---

It’s only six PM, but Spencer is already exhausted. He unlocks his apartment door, fully intending to collapse onto his bed, but instead receives a pleasant surprise in the form of his girlfriend waiting for him on the couch. He can’t help but smile.

“Sweetie, what are you doing here?” he asks, then adds, “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Penelope told me it was a bit of a rough case,” she replies. “And I missed you.”

She holds out her arms and he takes the invitation, joining her on the couch and laying down between her legs, placing his head on her chest. “I missed you, too.”

Her next words are overly familiar. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Hey, we agreed to no therapy,” he says. “Something about I can’t be your client anymore?”

She huffs. “This isn’t therapy. This is being a good partner.”

Spencer smiles into the fabric of her shirt, snuggling in closer. “I know, I’m just teasing you. I don’t need to talk about the case,” he says, finally answering her original question. “I feel fine now that I’m here with you.”

She lets out a pleased hum and starts running her fingers through his hair. “I ordered take-out for dinner, by the way.”

“Where from?”

“You know where.”

A wide grin spreads across his face. She must have ordered take-out from the restaurant he took her to on their first date. He lifts his head to look her in the eye. “Aren’t you glad you said yes to me all those months ago?”

“Oh, I suppose,” she says with pretend annoyance, rolling her eyes.

Then she kisses him.

Spencer’s never been so happy to be alive.

---------------

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after the field | f.d

First off thank you so much for sending these in and liking my stuff! it means the world to me <3

Title: after the field 

Pairing: Mr Darcy x reader

Summary: you worry about what will happen when you tell Darcy the news you're expecting

Warning: angst, fluff, mentions pregnancy, maybe swearing and i think that’s it 

Word count; 1.691k 

A/N: thank you so much again for sending the request in! i made it into one because I  think it was the same person and they work really well together. please let me know what you think. has been edited but likely missed something (gotta love dyslexia)

 MASTERLIST | REQUEST OPEN  

set after the most happy but you don’t need to read it

The worrying you had done over the holidays and Darcy family coming felt like nothing to the worry you were feeling now, your sleeping had gotten even worse, your eating habits went from nothing to everything in sight in minutes.

You were running on borrowed time. With every passing day your clothes got tighter and tighter, making you feel breathless even when you were sat down doing nothing.

You wasn’t even sure Darcy wanted children. Had he mention them? Does he even like children? You couldn’t remember a time when he had mention them.

And if he didn’t want any? What then? He could easy send you away or move away himself. God. Just the thought of being apart from him was torture what would if feel like if it came true.

“y/n” you looked up from the book in your hands to Darcy who stood in the doorway. “you’re still in your nightgown”.

You pulled your blanket higher over your stomach. “I felt a little ill this morning so I’ve had an easy day” you lied smiling.

You smiled at him again, letting the calm he always brought wash over you. “no” you sighed taking his hand in yours. “I just needed one day to relax and I’ll be just fine tomorrow”.

You studied your face before giving in and nodding, “I’ll have a maid bring your dinner up”.

You kept hold of his hand and squeezed it, “you know I love you so much” you sighed.

Worried past over his face but he covered it quickly with a smile. “of course I do” he brought your hand to your lips and kissed your knuckles. “and I love you too more that you know”.

You kept your eyes on him until he was out of sight. When you were sure he was gone you dropped the blanket to your lap. Your eyes dropped to the small bump that had started to show. Soon it would be too big to hide. Time was running out.

Over the following days you put more space between you and Darcy, hating yourself for every second. The pain on his face when you turn away from him whenever he reached out of you was horrible and you were the one who caused it. during the night you would sleep facing away from him, curling in on your bump to keep it hidden.

You kept telling yourself this was the only way to keep yourself safe. It was the most selfish you had ever been, but you were told yourself is would be better to wean yourself off him slowly than lose him all in one moment.

After three long days for anxiety you manged to find a dress that would fit well enough so you could get around. With Darcy away in town you felt lighter with your secret.

You were flipping through menus for an upcoming dinner, one hand was resting on your stomach, something you had started to do unknowingly. Normally no one was around meaning you were safe. The normal safety was pulled from you.

You looked over to the doorway seeing a maid glaring at you. you straighten yourself moving your hand to the side. “can I help you Sarah?” you asked. When you first moved in with Darcy you made a point of remembering all the staffs names as a sign of respect but now you used it as a power move.

She squared her shoulders looking down to the floor. “no miss”.

You didn’t say anything more signalling her to move along. She did what she was told and left you alone.

You dropped into the nearest chair and sighed. Dropping your head into your hands a sob left your lips.

Darcy had grown more and more worried about you as the days passed. You hardy ate, you moved around in bed all night and worst of all you hardly looked at him anymore. Everyday he question what he could have done to lose your love like he believed he did.

He was tired from his day in town and the endless meeting with his renters. He was walking  through the doors stopping when he saw you sitting in the library, the sight made his heart feel instantly lighter.

“My pearl” he grinned sitting beside you.

You looked up surprised. “my love I didn’t think you’d be back so soon”.

He saw panic on your face but did his best to push the thought away, instead he took the pages from you and looked through them. “Have you chosen one yet?”.

You exhaled a laugh. “it’s between the ham main or the soup starter. The chicken one is out of the contest, I don’t even know how that ended up in the running”.

“yes, I know” he laughed, “I remember how you wouldn’t touch the chicken at our wedding because you were given one as a gift by a child” he said graining a smile from you.

“she looked so sweet as she gave it to me” you smiled lying back.

You both stayed in silent looking at each other. He closed the space between you pulling you in. you didn’t wait to respond to his kiss, immediately letting him take control, you had missed this, missed him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close against you. His hands wandered down to your waist. You senses came back into motion remembering what you were keeping from him and pulling away.

Breathing hard you could still feel his lips on you. “this is the right place for this” you tried to make your voice was level as possible with the pounding in your chest. nodding silently he fixing his clothes.

“I think we should go with the ham” he said, picking the pages back up.

You chewed your lower lip. “okay” you whispered. You waited from him to say something else, wishing you could undo the last five seconds and go back to kissing him, laughing with him.

“I think I’m going to call it a night”. You lent over quickly and kissed his cheek. “I love you”.

Darcy’s eyes stayed locked forward as you walked away.

He thought he had finally got close to breaking the walls you had built around yourself then they came back stronger than ever.

“sir may I have a word with you” he forced on the door behind him.

“Of course” he nodded to the maid in the doorway. She came closer and stopped when she was in front of him.

“I know this isn’t my place but I can’t keep it to myself, I believe Mrs Darcy is keeping something from you”

Darcy stiffened, “you’re right it isn’t your place. You may go” he said stiffly. Before the maid left the room, he called after, “you will speak nothing of this”.

She gave him a quick nod and left him alone.  

You pasted your room anxiously. That moment in the library was the most normal you had felt in days, just being beside him and joking like any other day.

“Are you hiding something from me?” you jumped at the sudden voice turning to see Darcy.

You laughed crossing your arms. “Of course not, my love why would you think that?”.

He closed the door behind him and came closer to you. “one of the maids came into the library after you left and said you were hiding something”.

You froze looking at him. In the many sleepless nights you had planned and planned all the ways you could tell him the truth, made speech after speech but none of them were even close to this.

You realised you had been silence to long. “what would I be hiding?” you laughed taking his hand. “come to bed. Its late and I’m tired”.

He took his hand from yours and held your cheek, “are you sick? Tell me if you are!” his free hand took yours holding it tighter. “I’ll get you the best doctor there is” he rambled over his words.

“I’m not sick” you said loudly trying to calm him down. “maybe you should sit down” you sighed.

He held you even tighter. “tell me” he pleaded.

You took a deep breath, “I’ve known for some time now and I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you but nothing has felt right but it seems I have no choice.” You  took his hand from your cheek and placed in over the small bump. “I’m with child. You’re going to be a father” you smiled hoping to get the same response from him.

His knees buckled sending him falling to the floor. You gasped and fell with him holding his cheeks. “please talk to me. I can’t bear to lose you, please my love” you cried letting the tears fall.

His eyes were locked on your stomach his hand limp at his side. He slowly lifted his hand back to the spot where you had put it. You watch worried as a smiled rose on his lips. “we’re going to have a child” his voice was so soft it made you heart flutter.

You couldn’t speak, you could only nod.  

He shook his head helping you stand. “did you hurt yourself when you fell? Let me help you to bed!” he barely breathed as he spoke.

You laughed batting him away. “I’m fine! I’m better than I have been in a long time”.

You didn’t give him time to speak. You didn’t want to waste any more time away from him so you kissed him. savouring all the feelings at came with it. loving him all the more now you had your own family.

He pulled away and looked at you like he had done a long time ago on a field. “you really have bewitched me body and soul”.

“and I love love love you and never wish to be parted from this day on” you grinned finishing the line for him.

[geaesaekki]

"Change jobs?" She scoffs, almost bitterly, swirling the liquid in her glass. "If I do, at least I wouldn’t spend my days chasing secret sex clubs and corrupted bastards." The corners of her mouth twitch in a half attempt at a smile. "But that’s all I ever learned how to do: chase shitty guys and throw them behind bars." Her tone softens for a moment. Even in another life, she would always be this—a cop, a lone wolf. It’s who she is, no matter how hard she tries to bury that truth. When Felicity speaks, her words resonate with Mara. "Working for him is the best way to ruin him." The detective taps her fingers rhythmically on the table, eyes narrowing as her mind begins to map out the next moves. La Rose is just the immediate target—there’s a bigger game at play, the domino effect on this one will be crazy, and she knows it. “You know," Mara says, her voice low, contemplative, "taking down La Rose is just the tip of a massive iceberg. Once it's in the press, it’ll drag him, your boss, down with it. Sooner or later, that bastard will get what’s coming to him. All of them will.” Her mind races with possibilities—leverage, blackmail, exposure, witch hunt, it's goingt obe fun. It all starts with breaking into La Rose’s inner circle though. That’s the key. Her fingers drum faster on the table. "My final goal as a detective is simple," she says, her voice hardening with resolve. "I need enough evidence to make sure they fall. Pictures, videos, money transactions, recorded conversations. The type that will get shared on twitter and shake the country. But there's one major problem: a society like this? It got ties to the governement and to the police that is for sure. I can’t make a move until I have irrefutable proof. Otherwise, they’ll silence me. Or worse." She pauses. "Our chief of police isn’t corrupt, thank God. He’s the one who blew the lid on the Burning Sun scandal. Didn’t take a single bribe, stood firm. He’s an asset. But everyone under him? It’s a different story. Our Chief, he isn't a man of shit and giggles though, he plays by the rules. I will only come to him when half of the job and I can convince him what I got my hands on is solid enough to be worth the war or else, I get suspended for the... mm.. liberty I took on this case. Some things I did aren't so legal." She takes another sip, her gaze sharpening. “Tomorrow’s meeting, mmm... You’re not going to get close to any of the main players without drawing attention. They’ll smell something off. But staff ? Like .. the secretary? They’re closer to the bottom of the ladder. No secretary works for a crazy place like La Rose unless they’re being forced, threatened, blackmailed to keep their mouth shut. Here is his profile." Speaks Mara, unfolding the profile she has prepared for Felicity in a folder. "Lee Jongin. 35 years old. Used to work as an accountant in a small firm in Gangnam and now exclusively at La Rose. No wife, no kids. I could access all this information due to him not covering his back the same way one of the main players would but at the same time, he is a nobody, who would look into him? He has been there for years now, he will be useful to at least know the ins and outs, the habits of the main players, their likings, their schedules, who gets an invite or not as well, he is the one in charged of printing them. ”

[writingwithacupoftea]

Burnt Toast

Summary: “The only way to get fired from this household is through burnt toast...or talking to the police.” But why does the leader of the Peaky Blinders find burnt toast in particular so inexcusable?

Word Count: 942

A/N: This is probably the most random fic I’ve ever written, but at least I’m finally posting one! Hope you enjoy this creation stemming from a mad moment of inspiration and thank you so much again for 400 followers (it means so incredibly much to me) 🥰

(gif by @nofckingfighting)

Tommy Shelby was a busy man: looking after himself was never at the top of his agenda...but it was for his sister.

Y/N had moved to Arrow House following Grace's death. Though Tommy never would've asked for it, the whole family knew that he would need someone to look after him, to make sure that his grief didn't lead him down a dark path. And, quite frankly, Y/N was the only one who could actually get through to him. She was perceptive, always seemed to know the right thing to do or say, and never made a massive fuss (which suited Tommy down to the ground). But the elder of the two Shelby sisters was also alarmingly blunt, brutally honest and never took any of her family's shit.

And Tommy's ever-growing rudeness was something that she would not stand for.

Three years after her arrival at her brother's manor, Y/N was still making breakfast for them both every morning. Whilst she knew that the staff would happily cook it for them, Y/N also knew that if she had made it, Tommy wouldn't dare to not turn up to eat it. It was her way of making sure that he got at least one decent meal every day.

So, that foggy Wednesday morning, Tommy trudged into the dining room and sunk into his usual seat at the head of the table. He placed a cigarette between his lips only to have it snatched away immediately, his desperate craving for the nicotine making him forget one of his sister's main rules: no smoking before breakfast.

At Tommy's scowl, Y/N couldn't help the snigger that escaped her. "God, someone's woken up on the wrong side of bed this morning, and I know it's not me or Charlie." Her comment was met with silence. "Not talking to me this morning?" Y/N's trademark sarcasm oozed out of her words.

"I am older than you, Y/N, don't speak to me like you do to my son."

"Sir, yes, sir!" Y/N chorused, mocking him further with a salute.

Tommy rolled his eyes at her behaviour, but Y/N didn't miss some of the coldness melting away from his demeanour at her antics.

"Right," Y/N continued, "Eat your breakfast and then you can fuck off again if you want to."

She placed a plate of eggs and toast in front of him, before taking a seat to eat her own breakfast next to him. Y/N saw him simply staring at the food, making no move to eat it.

"Everything alright for you?" Y/N enquired, eyebrows raised.

Tommy, snapping out of his apparent trance, cleared his throat. "Fine, thank you."

Humming suspiciously, Y/N began to tuck into her breakfast, but continued to watch her brother out of the corner of her eye. She observed him faffing around for a few minutes, pouring various drinks for the both of them (something that he never usually did), before slowly picking up his knife and fork.

At his hesitation, Y/N exclaimed "Come on, Tommy, out with it – what's wrong with your food?"

The man in question faltered – even though he would never admit it, his younger sister scared him at times – not wanting to reveal the truth. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he stated, "Nothing...toast's just a bit more done than you usually do it."

Y/N looked down at the slices in question. Yes, they were a couple of shades darker than normal, but they were by no means inedible. Suddenly, she had an idea. "Oh, I do apologise, your highness!" Sarcasm was dripping from her voice once again. "Let me go and prepare you some more." Y/N snatched the plate away from her brother before he could say otherwise, bowed deeply and scuttled out of the room.

A few minutes later, she returned and announced "Well, it must be your lucky day, Tommy. These were the last two slices of bread in the kitchen, and you got them."

Tommy was alarmed at the sight before him. The two eggs, now stone cold, were accompanied by toast that had been purposely burnt to a crisp. "You can't be serious." His voice was deadly.

"You know you don't leave this table until you've eaten your breakfast, Thomas," Y/N replied pointedly. She relaxed back into her chair, crossed her legs, folded her arms and raised her eyebrows when he continued to stare at her. "I'm in no rush today, so I'll stay and keep you company. That'll be nice, won't it!"

It was at that moment that Tommy realised that he had overstepped the mark. Y/N had given up a whole part of her life to look after him and his son, and he had thrown a tantrum over the colour of his toast. So, grimacing, he gave in and began to eat, feeling Y/N's smug stare on him the entire time.

After that morning, it became a bit of a ritual for Y/N and Tommy. Whenever Tommy's behaviour was out of order, Y/N would deliver him a plate of burnt toast no matter where he was. Sometimes, she would simply slam the plate on his desk and walk out, leaving Tommy to feel ashamed of himself on his own. But when he had really gone too far, she would sit and watch him suffer his way through each mouthful, savouring every single moment of his displeasure.

Burnt toast became a symbol for the siblings, one that screamed 'Get the fuck off your high horse, Tommy,' and only one person in the world could ever speak to the leader of the Peaky Blinders like that and not get cut: Y/N Shelby...and nothing would stop her from doing it.

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[lunar-wandering]

If you're still doing prompts 8. “You’re not as subtle as you think.” and 9. “This is the third time this has happened to me today.” With MK meeting the JttW crew thanks to Time Travel shenanigans?

time is a really powerful force.....traveling through it probably has side effects, right?

i changed the second piece of dialogue a little when I wrote it.....it’s funnier this way, i promise

8. “You’re not as subtle as you think.” / 9. “This is the third time this has happened to me today.”

MK nervously glanced at the people around him.

He could tell that, at the very least, Wukong and Bajie weren’t very trusting of him. That much was obvious, from how Wukong had insisted on tying a rope around MK’s waist, as a “precaution”.

MK had truly, upon meeting them, tried his best to pretend that he was just a normal kid, who happened to be lost.

The believability of that was entirely lost when he’d leaned on a rock and accidentally crushed it.

Apparently, time travel had a tendency to mess around with people’s abilities, from making them more powerful or weaker, to straight up giving them new abilities or curses they’d never had.

MK could only thank his lucky stars that he’d only gotten hit with an increase in his super strength.

As it was now though, MK felt... a little lost. Sure, he knew he’d traveled back in time, but his memory as to how exactly that had happened was... admittedly, a little fuzzy. He could’ve sworn there was at least two other people with him when he was transported though.....

But that might’ve just been the trip back through time messing with him, since there hadn’t been anyone with him when he’d woken up.

Well, anyone other than the JTTW crew, that is.

Speaking of them, MK had...honestly no clue how to interact with them. Well, he knew how to interact with the Monkey King of the present, at least, but he had no idea how to interact with the Monkey King of the past. Not to mention the others, like, that was Tripitaka on that horse! MK was basically surrounded by legends!

Legends who, apparently, weren’t very talkative, since it’d been over an hour, and nobody had said anything yet. MK, quite honestly, was starting to get bored.

“...So, uh, how’s your day going?” MK nervously asked, breaking the silence.

“It was going fine until we picked you up.” Wukong said, “Seriously, don’t think that I fully believe that everyone from the future has super strength. I’ve got my eye on you, kid.”

And then that conversation was done, the silence returning.

....Until Wukong stopped, the whole rest of the group freezing as he did so. MK, who hadn’t been paying attention, walked into the monkey’s back, nearly knocking him over.

“Sorry!” MK said, as Wukong glared at him.

“Shut up.” He said, summoning his staff, “We’re being followed.”

Everyone glanced around nervously, as though they expected someone to jump out at any moment.

Wukong threw his staff at a tree.

There was a yelp, as the tree fell over, two figures jumping to the side to avoid getting hit.

MK recognized them immediately.

“Ah.” He said, waving a hand nervously. “..Hey Macaque, Monkey King. Didn’t expect to see you two here.”

Monkey King sighed, ignoring how his past self, along with the rest of the JTTW crew, stared at him in shock.

“That’s Wukong’s future self?” Bajie asked, “He seems... I don’t know, more fancy than our Monkey.”

“Hey, I can look like that too!” Wukong insisted, but was ignored. “Besides I think you’re ignoring something important- what is he doing with you?”

Monkey King looked over at Macaque, who was purposefully standing just slightly behind him, for protection.

“He’s.... okay, now.” Monkey King said, struggling to think of a way to explain exactly how things had changed. “Just...don’t attack him, okay?”

Wukong huffed angrily, but still did not attack.

“You know.....” Macaque said, stepping forwards and leaning on Monkey King’s shoulder, “Wukong, I honestly didn’t remember that your past self was so short.”

Both the past and present Wukongs fur bristled.

“Go throw yourself in the river.” Monkey King hissed, and Macaque blinked once, before straightening, and turning around.

“This is the third time you’ve made me do this today!” He shouted in irritation. MK watched him go in confusion.

“...What’s with him?” He asked.

“Ah... it’s a side effect of the time travel.” Monkey King said, “He has to do what other people say.”

A wicked smirk appeared on both Bajie and Wukong’s faces, making MK glance at them nervously. He didn’t need to worry though, as a disapproving glance in Wukong’s direction from Tripitaka, and smack on the head from Wujing, seemed to be enough to convince them to not follow through on whatever they were planning on doing.

......Probably, at least.

“Will you be traveling along with us as well?” Tripitaka asked. Monkey King looked shocked for a moment at being addressed, but then looked away nervously.

“...Not... really? I mean, our main plan was for me to come get my successor and then we’d find a way home.” He said, “But I guess that we could probably travel along with you in the meantime-”

“Hold up, successor?” Wukong said, looking over at MK. “This kid is our successor??”

“Monkey King, I was trying to keep that a secret.” MK protested. For his part, Monkey King did look a bit apologetic.

“Sorry kid...” He said, “But they would’ve figured it out anyways. You’re not as subtle as you think.”

“Neither are you right now, for that matter.” Macaque said, returning from his impromptu dip in the river, wringing the water out of his scarf with his hands.

“....What does he mean by that?” MK asked. Monkey King sighed, but didn’t answer. Macaque rolled his eyes.

“His side effect is that he can only tell the truth.” He said, “He’s not very happy about it.”

“At least I didn’t go into an unhappy rant after I realized what my side effect was.” Monkey King retorted, “Seriously, we almost lost track of you because of how long he took.”

“So.... whatever you say, will be the truth?” Wujing asked, getting a nod in response. “Then can you answer why-”

“He doesn’t need to answer anything.” Wukong hurriedly interjected, “Come on, we’re losing daylight. I don’t want to be stuck exposed in the middle of nowhere before we make camp.”

“Question. Can I come out of the ropes now?” MK asked.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Wukong said, and MK sighed in relief.

“Good. I uh. I accidentally broke them about 30 minutes ago.”

“You what-”

[pookiepoodle]

Finding out you’re a Little ft. Inarizaki

I don’t own any art (except the lovely swirly thing). Please check out my masterlist and send in requests. This is an age-regression piece, so expect that kind of content (all non-sexual). Aran’s involves diapers as a medical need. 

Suna

You wanna watch cartoons after a long day of studying for your upcoming university exams.  

Suna smirks a little but doesn’t say anything, shrugging as he pulls you up against his chest, the screen flashing with bright colors. 

You don’t even notice the smirk and you can feel yourself growing smaller, your eyes shining as you giggle at the silly antics of the characters.

 Now, Suna has a faint idea of what’s happening. He’s always on his phone so he sees a lot of different communities and right now, you’re reminding him of something. 

“Ya know Princess, you’re acting really cute right now,” he begins, his hands wrapped around your waist as you stare at the TV. You feel rather small and you can’t help but giggle, snuggling back into his chest. Suna always makes you feel so safe, especially when you feel like this. Though, you don’t tend to regress in front of your boyfriend as he (at least in your mind) doesn’t know anything about your tendencies to do so. 

“You feeling small?”

That question makes you sit up straight, the cartoons forgotten as you realise what Suna said. Suna knew. He knew you were an age regressor. There was no way he asked that and didn’t understand the implications of it. But… he wasn’t freaking out. He wasn’t grossed out or asking her to stop. So shyly, you nod, holding your breath as you wait for his response.

“Alright, how about we order some pizza for dinner and we just cuddle, keep watching your show?” he hums, making you smile brightly at the thought of having delicious pizza. But, even more so at the fact that your boyfriend knows you so well. 

You’ll talk to him more about your age regression tomorrow, when you’re feeling bigger, but for now? 

You simply cuddle him, watching your show with a happy heart.

Kita

You can’t stop staring at the coloring books during your weekly shopping trip at the grocery store. 

Kita doesn’t say anything, letting you look over them all. He notices you keep going back to a specific one and will suddenly grab it, putting it into the cart.

You jump a little, blushing brightly when you realise that a) he caught you staring at children’s coloring books and b) he’s put it in the shopping cart, clearly intending to buy it for you.

Kita isn’t aware of what age regression is per say, so he simply thinks that you want to color. 

“They also do adult coloring books, Y/N,” Kita says, pointing at some of the other ones, but you shake your head no. Those ones are too detailed, too finicky for when you’re little. You’ll only get frustrated and cry, so instead you prefer to use the ones meant for kids.

“That’s alright, do you need crayons or anything?” he continued, acting as if his girlfriend/boyfriend/partner wanting a kids coloring book was normal (AN: totally is). 

“Kita, don’t you think it’s… weird?” you finally said, your voice small as you met his eyes. Kita was a straight-forward man and you expected him to be brutally honest with you. 

“Why would it be weird?”

“Well… it’s a kids coloring book and I’m supposed to be Big-” you began, cutting yourself off at the last word. You’d meant to say adult.

“Big? Y/N, is everything alright?” Kita asks calmly, moving closer to you. You can feel his hand against the small of your back, a comforting gesture.

“Can… can we talk about it in the car?” you ask, trying to keep yourself calm. You knew it was time to tell Kita (you’d been dating for years now) but even so, it was a scary thought. 

“Of course, we’re nearly done with the shopping,” Kita nodded, taking your hand as he led you to get the last few items. Throughout the process of paying and leaving the shop, you didn’t say a word to him, trying to figure out how to best tell him the truth.

“Just sit in the car, darling, I’ll load the shopping,” Kita insists, leaving you to twiddle your thumbs in the front seat, until you hear him get in next to you.

“Y/N, I don’t want to force you to tell me what’s going on, but I want to let you know that you can trust me.”

And with those words, you began to tell him everything about your little side, how you love to color and drink apple juice from your sippy. As you speak, he will ask questions as a lot of the terms you use are unfamiliar to him, but once you’re done, he gives you a small smile, reaching across to grab your hand.

“Y/N, when we get home, may I color with you?”

With a bright smile, you nod, relieved at how accepting your wonderful boyfriend is.

Aran

He finds your “protection” when he’s in your room. 

He was really confused and tried to act like he didn’t see it, simply nudging the packaging further under the bed.

But you saw his eyes widen, his face grow red and you know that he knows. 

With tears filling your eyes, you push him out your way as you run into the bathroom, locking the door as you sink to the ground, sobbing. 

Immediately, he panics, trying the door handle but to no avail.

He has no idea what’s going on, but all he knows is that his beloved girlfriend/boyfriend/partner is upset and he just wants to comfort you. 

You were a mess behind the door, sobbing your heart out as the events just kept replaying in your mind. He saw your “adult protection” which, let’s be honest, were just diapers. The fancy name always made you feel a little bit better when buying them, but now, it was just that. A fancy name for a humiliating product. There was no way that Aran wasn’t going to dump you.

“Y/N, please let me in!”

“No! J-Just g-go…”

“I’m not leaving until we talk about this, okay?”

Aran could be stubborn when he wanted to be and you realised that this was going to be one of those times. He wouldn’t leave until you talked to him, even if it took hours.

“C-Can we talk through the d-door?” 

“Of course, sweetheart,” you heard him say, his tone gentle and reassuring as you try to pull yourself together.

You then proceeded to very shakily explain about your little space. Aran had his phone out and if he didn’t recognise a word, he quickly googled it as to not have to make you answer his questions. In little space, you sometimes had problems controlling your bladder at night and after waking up with wet sheets far too often, you’d decided it was best to get some form of protection. Once you’d finished speaking, there was a silence.

“I-It’s okay if y-you don’t w-want this, I g-get it…” you whispered, tears filling your eyes once more as you waited for Aran to agree.

“Why would I not want you?”

You immediately sit up, shocked.

“Y/N, I love you, a lot. I think it’s amazing that you’re able to find a way to relax and be happy, not everyone can do that. I think you’re adorable already, I can’t imagine how cute you are when you’re little. I’m so lucky, shoot, I’ve got the cutest girlfriend ever…”

“But what about… ya know…”

“The protection? Sweetheart, that’s not your fault. You’re so brave and smart and kind and amazing and I would be a jerk if I dumped you because of something as silly as that. Heck, I used to change my little sister’s diapers all the time, I’m not bothered by it.”

“I-I’m not asking for your help!”

“Ah, wait, I didn’t mean- like if you wanted or needed it, I’d love to take care of you, even if you need help with that, but only if you want to,” he panicked, bright red as he realised that he was probably being a bit too forward.

There was another pause before the bathroom lock clicked and the door opened. 

“L-Let’s t-take it slow… but I’d l-like to watch a movie with you.”

Osamu

You were crying because your mom said she thought she accidentally tossed out your lovie/stuffie.

He was really confused because you were at Miya Onigiri and you just kept crying, so he immediately pulls you into the back room, glaring at the staff to keep them out as he just hugs you. You know that you’re regressing but you’re just in such a panic that you can’t really care, clinging to him as you babble, tears streaming down your face.

 Instinctively, he wraps his arms around you, gently bouncing you on his knee as he pats your back, mumbling that,” Everything’s gonna be alright, Y/N, okay? Yer alright, just take a deep breath…” 

After a while, you manage to calm down, though you’re still trembling in his arms as you catch your breath. Of course, Osamu isn’t the type to just let things like this slip and he will immediately ask if he can talk to you about it.

“Alright, we need to talk about what happened, Angel,” he sighs, shifting you on his lap so that you’re facing him properly, though he refuses to let you go. 

“It’s not that big of a deal…” you mumble, your face now pink and tear-stained as you look away from him. You’d always tried to keep this side of yourself private but hearing that your Mom might have tossed out Bunny… Even thinking about it again was enough to make you tear up, which your boyfriend noticed immediately.

“It seems like a big deal to me,” he replied, moving to wipe away the fresh tears,” C’mon, Y/N, you know I don’t care if it’s embarrassing or something. Remember when I had to call ye because I got food poisoning and that bastard used all the toilet paper?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the memory, nodding as you let his thumb rub against your cheeks lovingly. 

“So, please, I just wanna know,” he finished, giving you a pleading look.

So, you told him everything. He obviously had questions, interrupting you when you used terms he was unfamiliar with and when he just needed something clarified. You grew sadder when you started talking about your rabbit plushie, explaining what had happened and he hugged you to his chest gently.

“That’s awful, Angel, I’m real sorry,” he mumbled,” Listen though. I’m gonna learn more about this and if ya let me, I wanna be a part of it. I like taking care of ye already, so if yer willing to give me a chance, let me try, m’kay?”

You were so happy, you nearly started crying again as you nodded.

“How about helping me look for Bunny after work?”

And with a nod from Osamu, that’s how he became your Daddy.

(afternote: Bunny had fallen behind the bed and was found!)

Atsumu

You accidentally open the door with your paci in your mouth. 

He notices it and smiles, wrapping his arms around you without even saying something, though he makes sure to close the door quickly so other people don’t see. 

You don’t even realise that you’re wearing your paci until you move to give him a kiss, his hand moving to pull it out before giving you a small peck.

 Immediately, you pull back, eyes widened as you try and grab the mouth piece back, humiliated. 

Atsumu knows that look in your eyes and immediately gives it back, but not before grabbing your hand and dragging you to the living room, where he pulls you onto his lap for snuggles.

“So… nice paci,” he begins, watching you blush adorably as you hide it in your pockets.

“Thanks,” you mumble, unable to meet his eyes as you wish you could disappear right now or that a coconut would fall from the ceiling and hit Atsumu in the head. Just hard enough to wipe his memory of the last 10 minutes. 

“Do ye use it a lot or just sometimes?” he asked. He wasn’t teasing you (as you had expected), seeming to be genuinely curious about your little habit.

“Umm… just sometimes, when I feel like it,” you continue, blushing, nervously playing with your hair as you try to keep calm. 

“If ye wanna keep using it, go ahead,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You don’t think I’m a freak?”

“What? Has someone said something to you about it?!” Atsumu suddenly exclaimed, his eyes filled with fire. If anyone had teased you about this, he was ready to kick their ass.

“No, no! I was just wondering, most people think stuff like this is weird for an adult…” you mumbled, feeling self conscious. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t even feel Atsumu reaching into your pocket and grabbing your paci. At least, not until he gently pushed it into your mouth, making your eyes widen. You went to pull it out, but he stopped you gently holding it in place as he spoke.

“I think yer adorable, Y/N. I’m gonna do some more research n stuff, since I think I’ve heard about this, but only if ye want me to.”

You pause, thinking it over before gently nodding, making him smile brightly.

“Alright baby, lets just relax for now.”

[sturchling]

Salt-Fic September Day 7: I’m Gonna Call You Karen

The class was incredibly excited for next week, when summer break begins. Why? Because their good friend Lila had got them a trip to Gotham for the first week of the break. “I’m very close with the Wayne family. Bruce thinks of me like a daughter. When I asked if we could have a class trip to Gotham, he agreed immediately and offered to sponsor the whole thing. He is excited to have me back in Gotham. I’m even going to the manor for dinner a couple times while we are there.” The class was in awe of this amazing girl, and very thankful to her for getting them the trip. Unlike some other people in the class. Marinette, Nino, Nathaniel, and Alix had all seemed bitter when Lila announced the trip. The rest of the class couldn’t understand it, but they weren’t going to waste their time on their jealous classmates, they had a trip to get ready for.

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What the class didn’t know is that Lila was lying about the whole thing. Marinette is the one who had gotten the class the trip. She was the one who knew the Waynes for several years. Apparently, her mother had studied abroad at one point, in America. While she was there, she meant Bruce and they had been close friends ever since. When Bruce adopted Tim, Sabine started brining Marinette with her when she visited Gotham since the two kids were about the same age. The two kids became close and started a long-distance relationship when they were older. Marinette also became close with Tim’s brothers.

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Marinette had been talking with the family when she mentioned that the class still didn’t have a class trip. The boys immediately suggested a class trip to Gotham and with a little pleading, they got Bruce to agree. Bruce set the class up in a nice hotel in a safe area of the city. He also planned several activities for the class, including a tour of the Wayne Enterprises head office.

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Marinette was so excited to share the news, but realized that if the class knew she had gotten them the trip, they wouldn’t want to go purely because she is the one who organized it. So, Marinette asked Mrs. Bustier to keep it a secret that Marinette had organized the trip. The plan did work and the class was excited for the trip. But there was one problem with Marinette keeping it a secret. It gave Lila the opportunity to regale the class with a new lie. But Marinette was fine with it, so long as the class enjoyed the trip, who cared who organized it?

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The day for the class to leave came quickly and the class gathered at the airport. They chatted excitedly about this new adventure and several of them were happy to have a break from akumas and Hawkmoth. Marinette was worried about leaving Paris, but she had the horse miraculous with her, just in case. They arrived in Gotham and were escorted to the hotel. Lila kept talking up how close she was to the Wayne family. None of the class noticed the looks those comments got from the locals. The locals knew that the Waynes were extremely private and that there was little chance this girl actually knew them. Especially when she kept messing up details of the family, like how old some of the Wayne boys were. But the class was oblivious to it all.

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To keep up the charade, Lila disappeared for a few hours every night, pretending to be at the manor. In actuality, she was hiding in the library where she knew none of her classmates would go during their free time. Meanwhile, Marinette was actually at the manor. She would go over almost every night they were there to be with Tim, hang out with the other boys, or just to have dinner. Marinette was having a wonderful time, despite the mean comments and looks she got every time she left the hotel to go to the manor. Little did she know, this was about to become the best trip ever.

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It was the final day of their stay, and they were ending the trip with the tour of Wayne Enterprises. Tim had promised he would try to meet Marinette at the lunch break, but his schedule was really busy now that he was working with Bruce and helping run Wayne Enterprises. That day, Lila decided that she needed to really impress the class. She planned on throwing the Wayne name around in the Wayne Enterprises building to get the staff there to meet her every whim. That was sure to impress the class.

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Throughout the tour, Lila had been telling crazy stories about ‘her time in Gotham and with the Waynes’. While most people in the building were sure the girl was lying, there were some that tripped over themselves to do whatever the girl told them to do, on the off chance that she did know the Waynes. Then Lila made a major mistake.

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The class was in the cafeteria for their lunch break when Tim and the rest of the Wayne boys walked in. They made a bee line for Marinette and instantly started chatting and laughing with the young designer. This got the class’ interest. Who were these guys, and how did Marinette know them? Lila did not like that the attention had shifted to Marinette. She did not like it at all. Then she noticed one of the guys, who looked about their age, had a Wayne Enterprises badge on. Lila knew that this meant he worked here. Lila knew she had to get rid of these guys to get the attention she craved back, so she made her move.

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Lila walked up to Marinette and her new friends and tapped on the man with the badge’s shoulder. They all stopped their conversation and stared at Lila. Lila spoke with a commanding voice, “I’m thirsty and need something to drink. Go get me some water.” The boys around Marinette looked at this young girl in shock. The man with the badge simply said, “No.” and went back to his conversation. Lila was embarrassed at the response and tapped on his shoulder again. “Look, I am really close with the Waynes. If you don’t do what I say, I can get you fired easily.” The boys looked at each other and started howling with laughter. One of them, with a streak of white in his hair was wheezing and said, “Oh man, that is too funny. ‘I know the Waynes’, yeah right.” The class stood and stared at the group in shock.

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Lila was fuming at how these guys were treating her. Why didn’t they jump to do what she said like everyone else? Lila pulled out her trump card. She tapped the man with the badge one more time and said in a sickly-sweet voice, “I hate to do this, but I’m going to need to speak with your manager.” That started a new round of laughter which confused everyone. The guy with the white streak in his hair gathered his breathe long enough to say, “Oh my god! I don’t you’re your name, but I’m going to call you Karen.” The laughter started all over again when the boys heard that comment. When the guys stopped laughing, Lila asked “What’s so funny?” The man with the badge said, “Getting my manager would be hard to do. My name is Timothy Drake-Wayne and I help run the company. And I have never met you before.” Lila froze in shock. There weren’t supposed to be any Waynes here.

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Alya stood up, ready to defend her friend. “What do you mean you have never met her? This is Lila Rossi. She practically grew up in the manor while her mom was working here. Bruce Wayne considers her to be like a daughter to him.” The man the class now knows is Tim says, “Look, neither me or my brothers here have ever seen this girl. She is a liar. The only person in this room that we consider family is Marinette.” The class stood in stunned silence. How did Marinette know the Waynes? Tim turned back to face the liar. “Miss, I will be nice and not get lawyers involved. But if you don’t stop lying about my family, we won’t have any choice but to get them involved. Now, I believe that you have over stayed your welcome. You will be escorted back to the hotel.” Lila is quickly escorted out by security at Tim’s word. The class couldn’t believe it.

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Alya tried to defend her friend, but was quickly shut down by the eldest of the group. “Young lady, I would recommend you google your friend. That will prove that she is nothing but a liar.” The class pulled out their phones and looked for any proof that Lila was telling the truth. But the only source they found was the LadyBlog. Before the class could say anything to Marinette, she was swept away by the Wayne boys, leaving the class behind in the cafeteria. They tried to speak to her on the way back to Paris, but Marinette decided to stay behind in Gotham for a while longer.

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When she finally did return to Paris, she accepted their apologies, but they weren’t as good friends as they used to be. Lila tried to charm the class again, but the spell had been broken and she had completely lost her control. Lila left the school quickly after that, to try and find a new group of suckers to manipulate. Marinette never heard from Lila again. She eventually moved to Gotham to be with Tim and she was very happy with how her life turned out. But Marinette would always say that the highlight of her life would be watching Lila’s face as she heard Tim’s full name and realized how badly she had messed up.  

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[beifongsss]

fake it till you make it [zuko]

Pairing: Zuko x reader

Requested?: Yes! By a very amazing anon!: “u should totally write a zuko fic wherein he persuades the reader to fake date him so he could make mai jealous but in the end falls in love w the reader ^-^ i love ur writing btw!!”

Summary: Takes place during season 3, “The Beach”. As the request said, fake dating to make Mai jealous but it backfires. For Zuko that is.

w.c. ~4.3k

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You had no clue how you had ended up in your current situation. 

Actually, scratch that. Looking back, you knew exactly how you ended up in your current situation. It was all Zuko’s fault but then again, things usually were.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

Your breath had caught in your throat at Zuko’s question, and you had to hold back your gasp. “W-What?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Zuko had repeated, looking at you hopefully. You had looked at him in surprise, your jaw dropping. After years of crushing on the prince, here he was, asking you to be his. You couldn't believe that he returned your feelings.

“I-I, what?” you had finally stuttered, still gaping at him in disbelief. His gaze focused on someone behind you and a blush bloomed on his cheeks. 

“Please (Y/N). You’re my best friend. I-I want to make Mai jealous and you’re the only one I trust to do this with,” he’d admitted quietly, his eyes never leaving the dark-haired girl.

You followed his line of sight, your heart aching when you realized that he didn’t like you; at least not the way you liked him. With a big sigh, you had pushed down your tears, forcing a smile onto your face.

“It’d be my pleasure to court you, Prince Zuko.”

~

That conversation had taken place a few days ago, but your heartache never lessened. 

It was funny, really. After joining Azula on her quest to track down Zuko, Iroh, and the Avatar, you had planned to confess your feelings for the prince. In your head, it all worked out. It was the stereotypical story of two childhood best friends who grew up, fell in love, and got married. 

But it was never that simple. And now here you were, playing girlfriend to Zuko as you watched him pine for Mai. You were, quite literally, acting out your dream.

What made it worse for you was that Zuko was the perfect boyfriend. He was a good listener and always made sure you were comfortable no matter where you were. He would plan little dates and picnics when he knew Mai would be at the palace and treat you as if you were royalty. You knew your crush had turned into something stronger when even the slightest of touches made your heart race. It was time to stop the act before you got hurt.

Unfortunately the news about you and Prince Zuko spread like wildfire through the palace and soon enough, the entirety of the staff and residents knew. It was too late for you to come out and say it was all a lie because both Ozai and your parents were very pleased with the new relationship. To your parents, your relationship meant that you were set for life. They had always been Ozai’s biggest supporters and your relationship with Zuko only cemented their loyalty to the royal family. For Ozai, he was simply glad that Zuko would be distracted; which was why he suggested that all the teens take a vacation to Ember Island while he met with your parents and the rest of his trusted advisors.

You had been walking through the royal gardens with Mai and Ty Lee when Zuko had jogged up to you. He had greeted you with a short hug before nodding to Mai and Ty Lee.

“You three should get to packing,” Zuko said, causing the three of you to exchange confused glances.

“Why?” Ty Lee chirped, looking at Zuko curiously.

“My father has just told me that we’re going on a vacation to Ember Island,” Zuko replied. “We leave immediately so I suggest you all start packing as soon as possible.”

Ty Lee clapped excitedly, already excited to go to the beach. Mai simply nodded in acknowledgment before smiling lightly at Ty Lee’s excitement. 

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a few things to sort out before we leave,” Zuko said, walking away before doubling back and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “I’ll meet you on the ship.”

You nodded wordlessly, a bright blush spreading across your cheeks at his action. You faced your friends, being met with a large grin from Ty Lee and a small smirk from Mai as they observed you. Nodding at the palace’s doors, you began to walk away from them. 

“I’m so glad you two are finally together!” Ty Lee exclaimed as she bounced up to your side. Mai trailed after her quietly. “It’s about time you guys finally confessed.”

You chuckled lightly at her words, glancing at Mai to gauge her reaction. “I guess it was perfect timing.”

“I’ll say,” Mai spoke up, her smirk growing into a tiny smile. “I was getting real tired of watching the two of you pine after each other.”

A laugh escaped your lips as you all split up to go pack. You finished quickly enough, choosing a few casual outfits and a bathing suit to last you for the few days you’d be on the island. On your way to the ferry you bumped into Zuko, who fell into step with you as you boarded the ship.

“So?” he questioned, looking around to make sure you were alone. “Anything? Is she jealous?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “I was trying to get a read on her but all she said was that it was about time we got together, whatever that means.”

Zuko groaned softly before leaning against the ship’s railing. “I thought the kiss would surely tick her off. I guess we’ll just have to keep on trying.”

“Zuko,” you said hesitantly, looking away from him. “I-I don’t think we should keep doing this. I mean, it hasn’t worked so far. What makes you think that it’s gonna be any different on Ember Island?”

He looked at you quietly before coming up to you and taking both of your hands in his. “Let’s keep doing this until after the vacation. If nothing changes, then we’ll stop. I promise.”

You bit your lip softly as you thought over his words. Zuko stared at you intently, trying to ignore the way you bit your lip. After a few minutes of contemplation, you nodded slowly. You would only be at Ember Island for a few days, things couldn’t possibly get any more heartbreaking for you. “Ok. I’ll do it for you, Zuko.”

“Perfect timing,” Zuko said, a rare smile on his face. You glanced behind you to see Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee approaching before looking back up at Zuko. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Zuko slung his arm over your shoulder, pulling you in close as the three girls boarded the ship. The ride to Ember Island was spent with the two of you sitting together on a bench as the three girls whispered amongst themselves, occasionally throwing glances your way.

“So,” Azula finally addressed you, a knowing smirk on her face. “I can’t believe you two are finally together. I always thought Zuzu had a thing for Mai.”

You felt Zuko stiffen up next to you at Azula’s words. You kept a straight face, looking at the younger girl as you panicked internally. Zuko’s arm tightened around you, pulling you in as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“What are you talking about Azula?” he asked roughly, his eyes never leaving her. “I’ve always had a thing for (Y/N/N).”

“So you guys won’t mind me asking what it is that you like about each other,” Azula said, a very fake smile on her face. “Right? (Y/N/N), you first.”

You exchanged a mildly panicked look with Zuko before answering Azula. It wasn’t like thinking of an answer was hard; the problem was that you were going to be telling Zuko the truth about how you felt about him, even if he thought you were just playing along. You were baring your feelings not only to him, but to his sister and your friends.

“Well,” you began, taking a deep breath and glancing at Azula before refocusing your gaze on Zuko. “He’s attractive-”

“Even with that scar?” Azula asked, a wicked smile on her face as she noticed Zuko’s uncomfortable expression.

“Yes,” you stated firmly and without hesitation. Zuko looked at you in surprise. “He’s attractive even with the scar. But he’s not just physically attractive. He’s kind and sweet and just a little bit of a hothead but it’s kind of endearing. He’s always there for me no matter what and he’s always put my needs above his own, even though my needs are nowhere near as important as his. He’s my best friend and honestly, I like everything about him.”

The ship was silent as Zuko stared at you in awe. There was an unreadable look on Azula’s face before she turned to face Zuko. “Your turn Zuzu. What makes (Y/N) so attractive to you?”

“W-Well she’s pretty, and she has nice...hair?” Zuko said, stuttering for a moment before shaking his head and looking at you. He stared at you for a few seconds before speaking again. “What I mean is, I like (Y/N) because she’s been with me through everything. She made me feel like I was special, even when we were little kids. She always knew just what to say to make me feel better and she was the only one who was ever willing to put up with me no matter what. She’s the only person I truly trust, and that’s why I’ve chosen to trust her with my heart.”

You looked away from his stare when he finished speaking, knowing that what he had said was probably how he felt about Mai. In Zuko’s head, he began to question his feelings for Mai. Sure, what he had said applied to Mai but as he spoke, he began to realize that you were the one he was truly speaking about. He kept his eyes on you as his inner turmoil raged on, only getting worse when you glanced up at him and sent him a soft smile. 

“Well, I have to say, I was a little skeptical about whether or not your little relationship was real or not,” Azula said, clapping her hands twice before turning away from you. “But now I can see that you truly like each other. You have my blessing.”

Zuko scowled at her before speaking. “I wasn’t aware that we needed it.”

Azula waved him off before walking to the railing and looking out at the water. The rest of the trip was spent in silence as everyone did their own thing and you found yourself drifting off to sleep.

~

“It smells like old lady in here,” Zuko complained as you walked into the beach house. 

“Gee, I wonder why,” you replied sarcastically, yawning as Zuko sent you a half-hearted glare. You nudged his shoulder with yours, giving him a teasing smile. He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Who are those beautiful women?” Ty Lee gasped, looking at the hanging painting.

“Can’t you tell?” Lo asked. “It’s Li and me.”

“It’s Lo and me!”

You all grimaced as Lo and Li copied the pose from the painting, Zuko digging his face into your neck to avoid looking at the scene in front of him.

“Zuko, stop,” you whispered, giggling as his hair tickled your neck. He glanced up at you, smiling at your reaction before he continued to do it. You swatted at his arms, desperately trying to get out of his hold. He simply tightened his grip, grabbing your hands to stop you from hitting him. 

He glanced up to see everyone staring at the two of you, loosening his grip when he met Mai’s gaze. He was surprised to see that she didn’t seem annoyed or upset. If anything, she seemed almost happy, watching the two of you with the faintest of smiles. He loosened his grip slightly, allowing you to slip away from him. You bent down to grab your bag, only for Zuko to step in and take it from you. 

“So, there are only four bedrooms,” Azula said, looking around. “(Y/N), Zuzu, you wouldn’t mind sharing one, would you?”

“Not at all, Azula,” Zuko replied instantly. Your eyes widened before looking at Azula and nodding meekly. 

“Great. Let’s go to the beach, I want to have some fun,” Azula said, stalking off. 

You soon found yourself down at the beach, helping Ty Lee as she tried to find the perfect spot to settle down in. Azula was off terrorizing little kids and Zuko was trailing behind you as he walked with Mai. You ignored the pang in your chest as you glanced behind you, instead focusing on the two boys that were now standing in front of you and Ty Lee. 

“Hey, need some help?” one of them asked, taking Ty Lee’s bag.

“Sure! Thanks,” she said, smiling at them. The other boy took your bag as well, setting your towel down besides Ty Lee’s. The two of you sat down next to each other, squinting in the sun. 

“Could you scooch just a little bit to the-” Ty Lee trailed off as the boys moved to block the sun. She sent them a smile and a wink. “Thanks.”

A few yards away, Zuko was sitting next to Mai under an umbrella. He noticed a shell next to him and picked it up, looking at it while he turned it over.

“(Y/N) would like that,” Mai said dully, glancing at the shell.

“What about you?” Zuko asked, meeting her eyes. Mai snorted.

“No way. A dumb shell? I’m not that type of girl,” she replied. Zuko looked at her for a few seconds before tossing it aside. It landed farther than he meant it to, one of the boys that was with you picking it up and examining it before turning to face you.

“Here, this is for you,” the boy said quietly, handing you the shell. You looked at it before placing it down next to you.

“Wow, thanks. It’s beautiful,” you said bashfully, sending the boy a polite smile. 

“Just like you,” the boy replied instantly, bringing a faint blush to your cheeks. 

Mai watched the scene in amusement, noticing the way Zuko tensed up slightly. “Told you she’d like it.”

“Hey beach bums!” Azula called out, standing by the kuai ball net. “We’re playing next.��

You all made your way over to Azula, both you and Ty Lee giving the boys apologetic looks. The game was pretty intense, all because of Azula. At the end, your team was victorious and you were left standing around as Azula gloated to the other team about her victory.

“Hey, I’m having a party tonight,” a boy said, approaching you and Ty Lee with his friend. “You should come by.”

“Sure! I love parties,” Ty Lee chirped. The boy looked at you expectantly.

“Sure, I’ll go,” you said, nodding softly. 

“Your friend can come too,” the boy added, glancing at Mai. 

“What about me and my brother? Aren't you going to invite us?” Azula asked, staring at the two boys. You don't know who we are, do you?”

“Don't you know who we are?” the boy shot back. “We're Chan and Ruon-Jian. But, fine, you're invited. Just so you know, though, some of the most important teenagers in the Fire Nation are gonna be at this party, so try and act normal.”

“We’ll do our best,” Azula replied, smiling sinisterly. 

~

You had arrived at the party way too early. Watching Azula trying to flirt was painful and so you found yourself tucked away in a corner with Zuko, the two of you quietly munching on some food. 

“So, does Mai seem jealous?” you asked quietly, leaning against the wall as more guests began to arrive 

“Kind of? Maybe? I don’t know, it’s hard to tell,” Zuko muttered, his gaze on Mai as she looked around the food table for something to eat. “She was kind of emotionless when we were talking about you but she usually is so I’m not sure.”

You nodded amusedly, glancing around before your eyes landed on Ty Lee being cornered by a group of boys. “Oh no. Sorry Zuko, I’ll be back.”

You darted away, pulling Ty Lee away from the group before she could chi-block them. She gave you a thankful smile before bouncing away making her way to Azula. You turned around to go back to Zuko to find your path being blocked by Chan. 

“Enjoying the party?” he asked, leaning against the wall as he smiled down at you. 

“O-Oh, yeah,” you replied softly, looking around for any of your friends.

“Yeah, I’m known for throwing the best parties,” Chan boasted, leaning down towards you. “How bout I show you around? Give you a tour of the house?”

“No, that’s fine,” you said meekly, meeting Mai’s eyes. She gave you a nod, understanding that you wanted her to come and save you from Chan. Unfortunately, before she could approach you, Ruon-Jian stopped her and began to talk to her. 

“C’mon,” Chan said, placing his hand on your lower back as he guided you away.

“Stop talking to my girlfriend!” 

The room went silent at Zuko’s outburst and you sighed in relief, before turning around and seeing Zuko standing in front of Ruon-Jian. You swallowed harshly as Mai met your eyes, surprise evident on her face as she looked from you to Zuko. Sensing the tension in the air, Zuko glanced towards you, a panicked expression on his face. 

“I told you they weren’t really dating,” Azula scoffed, looking from you to Mai. “Poor (Y/N) likes Zuko but Zuzu here only has eyes for Mai. Fake dating was the furthest she was ever going to get with him.”

Feeling the tears welling up in your eyes, you ducked under Chan’s arm and sprinted out the door. The room burst into chatter as people began to gossip about what had just happened.

“Mai, I-” Zuko began to speak, stopping when Mai held up her hand.

“Zuko, I’m not stupid,” she said blankly. “We all knew you were fake dating, we just wanted to see how far you’d go until one of you would fess up.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” Zuko asked, following Mai as she walked outside. 

“Because after the ferry ride, we realized something,” Mai said, turning around and facing Zuko as she came to a stop. “You’re in love with each other.”

“No we’re not,” Zuko argued. “This whole thing started because I wanted to make you jealous.”

“I know,” Mai said, causing Zuko to look at her in surprise. “You’re not exactly subtle. We could tell that your focus wasn’t on her but I’m telling you that after the ferry ride, something changed. Whether you want to admit it or not, you love (Y/N). You said it yourself, she’s the one that’s always been there for you. She’s the one you trust. What you said was true, Zuko. You just don’t want to admit you’re in love with her because you’re afraid of losing her. But trust me, she feels the same way. You have nothing to worry about. Besides, you can’t tell me you don’t feel anything for her, not after seeing the way you were holding her at the beach house.”

Zuko stood in silence for a few minutes, thinking about Mai’s words. She was right, and he knew it. He had loved you since you were children and he had never told you, too afraid of the rejection that would inevitably follow. Mai was simply a replacement for you, as harsh as that was. He had wanted Mai because she was easy and convenient to be with. But you had always held his heart because as he had said earlier, you were the only one who was trustworthy enough to have it. 

“She’s down by the beach,” Mai said, breaking Zuko out of his thoughts. He looked at her questioningly. “She finds it peaceful down there, it’s where she’d go to be alone.”

Zuko nodded, sprinting down the house’s steps before pausing. “Thanks Mai.”

Mai smiled as she watched him sprint away. After many long, long years you were finally going to be together. And if Zuko messed this up, she would personally make sure that he’d regret it.

~

Tears streamed down your face no matter how hard you tried to keep them at bay. You knew that it was a bad idea to go along with Zuko’s dumb plan but you had always had a hard time saying no to the prince. And look where that had gotten you, heartbroken and crying on an empty beach. 

You picked up random rocks and shells, throwing them into the water as you tried to quiet your sobs. A part of you had always hoped that Zuko would wake up and magically fall in love with you but deep down you knew that you would never be the one for him. When you were younger, maybe. But not anymore. Sighing deeply, you sat on the sand, bringing your knees to your chest and crying quietly as the water lapped at your toes. 

You closed your eyes when you felt someone sit next to you, knowing it was probably Ty Lee trying to make you feel better. “Go away Ty Lee. I just want to be alone.”

Ty Lee didn’t answer, instead wrapping an arm around you. You leaned into her embrace, eyes widening when your head landed on a muscular chest. You looked up to meet bright golden eyes and you threw yourself backwards, escaping Zuko’s embrace. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked quietly, putting more space between the two of you. “You should be inside with Mai.”

“Is what Azula said true?” he asked, his voice equally quiet. “You like me?”

“Yes,” you whispered, looking anywhere but him. You could feel his eyes burning into you, causing you to swallow harshly. “Zuko, please. Just go away. Just forget that tonight ever happened. Once we get back to the palace, we can just ignore each other. Just leave me alone.”

“I like you too,” Zuko said, pausing for a few seconds. “Wait no. I don’t like you, I love you.”

You shot him a look, his figure looking slightly blurry due to your tears. “Please don’t make this worse than it already is.”

“I’m serious,” Zuko said, scooting closer to you and brushing away your tears. “Remember the time we were feeding the turtle ducks in the royal gardens and my mom left us to go get more food for them? You pushed me into the pond once she was gone, as payback for the time that I accidentally made you fall out of the palanquin. I was so angry but when I looked up at you, you were laughing and I couldn’t do anything but stare. That’s when I knew I loved you.”

“We were nine,” you snorted, remembering the incident. “We didn’t know what love was. We still don’t.”

“Maybe not,” Zuko replied. “But I know that I felt something for you. After that, every time I saw you I couldn’t breathe right and I couldn’t stop blushing. Trust me, I fell in love with you a long time ago, even if i didn’t know what love was.”

“Then why were you trying to make Mai jealous?” you asked quietly, wanting to believe his words. 

“Because I’m stupid,” Zuko said, chuckling softly. “Because I didn’t think that we could be more than friends. I didn’t think you’d ever like me back so I went after Mai because she was a safe choice. But it’s always been you, (Y/N). And it will always be you.”

You looked at Zuko, seeing nothing but honesty in his eyes. You scooted closer, resting your head on his shoulder as you looked out at the water. “I knew I loved you when I first met you. I had been so scared when my parents had left me with one of the maids. They had a meeting to get to and the maid was leading me to the kitchen to keep me busy. You came out of nowhere, running from Azula as she chased you and you knocked me over. When you held out your hand to help me up, I knew I had a crush on you. You led me to the gardens and you made sure that I was okay and you even stole a cookie from the kitchen for me to apologize for knocking me down. I was a goner.”

Zuko smiled fondly as he remembered the incident. He had been so worried that he had hurt you. Looking down, he saw you smiling contently, still looking out at the ocean. Softly, he grasped your chin, turning your face towards him. You sent him a questioning look, sighing softly when he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You tilted your head up, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him. Your hands trailed up his chest, circling around his neck and pulling slightly on his hair. He pulled you onto his lap completely and you shifted, straddling his lap. You felt his tongue swipe at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss. You pulled apart after a few more seconds, both of you breathing heavily as you looked at each other with a large smile on your faces. 

“I told you I’d make it up to you,” Zuko whispered. The two of you laughed lightly before he spoke again. “Will you be my girlfriend?” 

Your breath caught in your throat again as you recalled Zuko asking the same question a few days earlier. You leaned down, pressing another kiss to his lips before you answered. 

“It’d be my pleasure to court you, Prince Zuko. This time for real.”

~

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[sumsebien]

by design prologue // Prince Friedrich

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summary: y/n and friedrich find out who exactly they are betrothed to

word count: 2,6k

warnings: bad parenting

a/n: this is the 5th time i have rewritten this how crazy and has been changed 3 times since i posted that sneak peak :)) i am nuts. also, i am running out of gifs so i am working on a collage i promise

When Friedrich Wilheim Ludwig was born, his father had asked his advisors to draw up a route. Friedrich would study in Prussia, marry a Prussian lady and ascend to the throne as a true son of this great nation, like all of his predecessors.

What he did not plan, however, was that his wife, Frederica had no intention of continuing that tradition. Frederica had other plans for her son. She wanted Friedrich to be the man he wanted to be, not the prince or the king that his father wanted him to be.

She did everything in her power to teach her son just that. Before anything, he was a human being first. Not his title, not the heir, a person.

The King, had he stayed at home for more than a day, would have seen that Friedrich was shaping into a different man than his father had envisioned. He was independent, easygoing and humble.

When the King did realize it, it was too late. It was the summer before Friedrich was to enter a prestigious Prussian university. His aunt Charlotte came to visit with an invitation for his son to study at Cambridge. The King laughed, there was no way his son wanted to go there. Then the next morning, Friedrich had gotten everything ready to go, he was dead set on Cambridge.

There was nothing more the King could do.

The next thing he knew, his son wanted an English wife. It was a complete disaster. And it was all his incompetent wife’s fault. “Let him live on his own. Get all the reckless impulses out,” she said. Stupid women.

“My love, whatever is bothering you.”

The King looked over to his side, meeting the eyes of his mistress. Sweet Bernadine. She was the only thing he looked forward to all day. “Friedrich. He’s not accepting any of the women he was supposed to marry.”

“And why, may I ask?”

“Because they are not his type. Nice sensible Prussian girls. What is wrong with him? He asked me for a deal. Ridiculous!”

“Maybe you should agree.”

“That is the most absurd thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Is it?”

What the King was going to find out was that Bernadine had a sister who became a Duchess in England. And she had all the gossip sources in the world. She knew absolutely everything about the ins and outs of the ton and she had a beautiful daughter, unwed.

The English girl his son had been eyeing was already in love with someone else. And Friedrich did not seem like the type to force her into a marriage against her will.

If he took his son up on that deal, he’d win.

...

One can count on many things in life. For the ton, it is that grief will not put a stop to Lady Trowbridge’s annual balls. The recently widowed lady’s celebration seemed to be even more flamboyant than when her dear husband was still alive.

And even more scandalous.

Last night, the Incomparable of the season was seen changing her horses in midstream.

To refresh your memory, dear readers, Miss Bridgerton caught the eye of the Duke of Hastings at the beginning of the season. However, for reasons unknown, the Duke was hesitant in asking for her hand, letting Miss Bridgerton slip from his grasp into the hands of a Prince. Our most promising Debutante was then seen exclusively with the Prince of Prussia-the royal suitor of our dreams at balls and promenades for the whole of last week. It would also appear that the Duke had moved on with Miss Y/N Y/L/N, daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Clarence and heiress to their lush family fortunes.

There were talks today that both men might even take their final steps in securing a ring on their ladies’ fingers by the end of the night.

Miss Bridgerton did emerge from the Trowbridge estate engaged. But not to whom we thought she would. It was the Duke of Hastings that captured the heart and hand of the Diamond of the Season. Miss Y/L/N and Prince Friedrich were both left empty-handed.

This Author is seasoned enough to say she is not easily shocked by scandals nowadays. However, that is not to say the events that transpired last night didn’t raise her eyebrows.

Yours truly,

Lady Whistledown

...

“Your Highness. Pst. Your Highness!”

Friedrich sighed, turning over in hopes silence would return to him. He had just fallen asleep finally. It couldn’t possibly be morning already.

“Your Highness.”

The voice grew from a whisper to a normal speaking voice which was too loud for someone who was hoping for silence. He peaked open one eye and closed them again after he recognized the familiar face of his valet, Heinrich.

“Not now. I am sleeping.”

“Your Highness, it’s urgent.”

“It can wait until I wake up.”

There was a pause. “It’s your father, sir.”

Friedrich sighed. “Then it can definitely wait.”

Getting out of this bed would be to accept the truth. He should have known that his father would always get his way. But that was definitely for later. Right now, sleep.

Friedrich waited for the sound of footsteps and the click of the doors so that he could finally get the peace he was aching for. But it never came, which meant: ”Why are you still here, Heinrich?” he mumbled into the pillow.

No answers came.

Friedrich groaned and sat up.

Of course, Heinrich was still there. At the sight of the Prince finally giving in, Heinrich rushed to open the blinds but was stopped by the hand Friedrich raised. “If you want to wake me up and listen to what my father has to say, you’ll leave those curtains alone.”

“Very well, sir,” Heinrich nodded, folding his arms behind his back and cleared his voice. “Your betrothed is Lady Y/N Y/L/N, daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Clarence. Your father also asked that you confirm a couple of details for your wedding at Sanssouci Palace.”

“I am not getting married at Sanssouci.”

“Sir, I don’t think that’s wise.”

“Heinrich, I will not look at his smug face when he sees that he has won. I will get married here.”

“But you leave today.”

“Then I will marry before I leave.”

Heinrich had been his valet ever since he moved to England. At first, Friedrich thought Heinrich was spying on him and reporting all of his activities to his father. But after one incident which involved a very drunk Friedrich, a lost key, Friedrich trusted Heinrich with his life. They had even grown to become close friends.

“Very well, sir. I will get the carriages ready.”

Before Heinrich left, he placed a small stack of paper on the desk, telling Friedrich to read it. There were numerous types of documents, all on the Lady Y/N Y/L/N, his betrothed.

Friedrich flipped through as he continued on with his morning routine.

Highborn. Excessively rich. The typical lady of the ton. So far there was nothing that gave Friedrich a reason not to dread his future. Because there was probably nothing. He thought bitterly.

When Friedrich suggested the deal, he didn’t think he’d lose. If Friedrich found himself a wife by the end of the London season, he would get to marry her. If he did not however, his father would have every right to intervene.

How hard could it be to fall in love?

As it turned out, it was not. It was quite simple. He met her, spoke to her and knew. He loved her the moment she laughed ridiculously loudly at his compliment. Her hair, her eyes and of course her laugh which very much alarmed the Queen. She wished to have a large family, like he always wanted as a kid but never got. She was wonderful at conversations. She was perfect...well she would have been perfect, had she been in love with him.

Now, he had lost both the girl and control of his fate. He was now doomed to live the rest of his life with a choice made by his father. Someone who was definitely pretentious, incurious and worshipped titles-everything his father wanted in a wife. Friedrich knew his father would have done anything for his mother to be like that. He felt fortunate that she had never been and never would be one of those things.

Now he could only hope his future children were going to be half as lucky.

...

You were stirred from a dreamless night of sleep by the click of the doors. Truthfully, you hadn’t been sleeping that well these past few days, even the slightest of noises could wake you. You prompted yourself up on your elbows, seeing Olivia-your lady’s maid at the door. She peeked her head in, only coming in when she saw that you were awake.

“Do you have my Whistledown?” was the first thing you asked.

It had become your custom. Your mother wouldn’t let you read the words of that vile woman, lest you learn from the actions of those scandalous ladies. She always acted as though she was above gossip when the entire ton knew the centre of her existence was the scandalous tales told behind the curtains at Madame Delacroix’s fitting room.

Olivia handed you the papers and rushed to your dresser, digging for a dress. “You must be quick. They are asking for you in the drawing room. I told them I was coming to get you.”

You immediately jumped out of bed, knowing your father’s temper all too well. “They’re home again?”

Olivia nodded. “Another cook has been fired. I am scared I might be next.”

That was odd, to say the least. Everything around the house had been a little off lately. Normally, from the moment you woke up until afternoon tea was served, you had all the peace and quiet to yourself. Both of your parents usually left by this time, your father was with his business partners and your mother with Madame Delacroix and her gossip sources. A couple of household staff had also been sacked. It was probably because your father had been even more quick-tempered lately.

Or could the events of last night be the cause?

You knew they were disappointed when you came home without an offer from the Duke of Hastings. But the season hadn’t ended yet. There was still time to consider your other suitors. Besides, it was absolutely no surprise that his heart had belonged to Miss Bridgerton. The dances and the flowers he gave you were nothing more than politeness and perhaps to sooth the jealousy he felt seeing his love with another man. A Prince for that matter.

You got ready quickly, racing down the stairs. At the sound of your footsteps, your mother swung the door open and tugged on your wrist.

“Quickly!” she spat and gave Olivia a glare before closing the door in her face.

Your father sat with his eyes closed, barely breathing. He was completely still, almost statue-like.

“Darling,” your mother chirped, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder as if to send some life into him. He opened his eyes. Dull grey, stern and void of hope or happiness.

You knew this look. It had been the source for all of your childhood terror, the look of disappointment and ominous news.

“Get ready. You’re marrying the Prince of Prussia.”

You choked back a breath, feeling all of your blood draining from your face to your neck. You felt like you were burning but at the same time freezing cold. You couldn’t say anything. Not just because you were speechless. You were not allowed to. The only thing you could do was nod, say ‘yes, sir’ and do exactly as you were told.

You were their only daughter.

Throughout your childhood, your father made no attempts to hide his disappointment in you. And your mother was always too afraid to ever do anything. She couldn’t give him another child so they had to learn to tolerate you. They would rarely take you with them anywhere. It was as though you had never existed. You’d always feel proud after finishing a piano piece or after a painting was fully colored but they never cared. For a long time you thought that all parents acted this way, that it was normal. It wasn’t. Other parents took their children to the park, bought them puppies when they succeeded. For you, it was your job and you got no pay, no praise. Nothing. Ever.

You accepted that because there was no other way. And at some point along the way, you stopped looking for their approval. It didn’t mean that they stopped having control over you though. If you wanted a peaceful life, you had better obeyed.

...

Friedrich pulled on his gloves as they made their way quickly into the abbey.

He hated being late and he was late. They were running behind schedule too. Had Friedrich not squeezed a last minute wedding ceremony, he would have already left for Prussia by now.

Needless to say, there was no time for a traditional ceremony. They were getting in and out of the abbey in half an hour or else they would have to wait until tomorrow for another ship.

At the end of the aisle, Friedrich was greeted by his father’s old friend and his future father-in-law, the Duke of Clarence. The man was the picture of a typical aristocratic Englishman with his hair styled neatly, a cane in his hand. Next to him was the Duchess of Clarence, a lanky woman with hollowed cheeks and sunken eyes. There was an air of intimidation about them. Friedrich did not know enough to be afraid of them, though, he could imagine most of the ton were.

“Welcome, your Highness. It is a pleasure to see you again.” He bowed his head. “You’ve certainly grown since the last time I saw you at Sanssouci Palace.”

Friedrich only smiled. He did not remember ever meeting the man at all but did not mean to be impolite.

The Duchess spoke in a sweet voice, extending her arm towards the door. “Well, come, Y/N! We shouldn’t keep his Highness waiting for long.”

Friedrich felt his throat closing as his heart picked up its pace. It wasn’t the good kind of nervous butterflies one got from being near their beloved, it was anxious anticipation for his fate to be revealed.

From behind the archway came a beautiful young lady. He recognized you. You had briefly met before at the Salisbury ball before but never engaged in a dance.

“My Lady.” Friedrich bowed his head.

You were a little distracted, as if you did not hear him at all. He smiled, about to greet you again when the most bizzare thing happened.

Your father cleared his voice and flicked his cane against the skirt of your dress. That snapped you right out of your daze, your eyes lowered immediately as you bent your legs into a curtsy like a well-oiled machine. “Your Highness.”

Friedrich could not believe his eyes.

He turned to Heinrich to find his friend’s eyebrows tipped inwards. So it wasn’t just him who saw the strange way your father treated you. Like some kind of circus animal.

Friedrich nodded to you but kept a close eye on your father. The man smiled when he caught Friedrich staring. But there was something eerie about it. His mouth stretched into a smile but his eyes stayed stern.

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