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Mother’s madness | (Aemond x f!lowborn!reader) (3/?)

Summary: Aemond, troubled by his unfruitful marriage and the stress of the war, takes himself a bed slave when he seizes Harrenhal and gets more attached to her than he ever thought possible. Bringing her to the Red Keep after he needs to leave Harrenhal would not go as he hoped it would, especially after the birth of the babes he sired onto her.

Warnings: mentions of violence, light angst (kinda?), canon typical misogyny, canon typical behaviour, dark!aemond, abusive!aemond, forced relationship, forced impregnantion, canon typical classicism, mentions of assault, stockholm syndrom (kind of), non-canon storyline

Author's note: Short little chapter but at last, an update!

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By the time Aemond had made all his reports, listened to the yappings of all the council members and sat through hours of further strategy planning, he wanted to rip out each strand of his hair.

It was hard for him to focus already, the worries over his precious bed slave and her madness over their, over his, sons had all but consumed every part of his mind, and yet, odd stares from his mother and grand maester Orwyle made him all the more restless.

Finally, the council meeting was concluded and the Lords left the room. Aemond would watch in silence as Criston helped the struggling king to his feet and down the stairs.

Aegon had been burned and injured gravely during the battle at Rooks Rest over a year ago where Meleys had ingulfed him and his dragon in dragonfire, but he was growing more and more capable these days and managed to attend the council meetings from time to time.

Still, Aemond remained the prince regent, but would sit opposite of the king’s seat at the foot of the long wooden table whenever his brother was in attendance.

From there, he watches as neither his mother nor Orwyle made any attempts to move from their seats, just as he didn’t.

Sitting in tense silence for several moments, Aemond eventually fixates on the elder man to his right. Glaring at him, his voice is little more than a growl, he asks,

“Care to explain to me what is going on with my mistress?”

Orwyle takes a moment to answer, shifting nervously in his seat and glancing to the dowager queen sitting opposite of him before turning his attention back to the prince regent.

“Your mistress, my prince, would appear to suffer from some sort of birth induced mania. It happens from time to time, unfortunately.” He states before carefully adding. “Mothers of such circumstance… they should be separated from the child. They are unable to care for the babes and may harm them during manic episodes.”

Aemond’s face hardens, his jaw clenching. “She is perfectly capable to care for my sons. I have gone to meet her already. I do not believe for a moment she suffers from true madness.”

“She does.” Alicent speaks up. “She would chase anyone out of her room, preferably with the nearest sharp object in hand. Your whore is incapable of caring for your sons.”

“That is a lie!” Aemond snaps his head to her. “What would you even know of this? She and what I do with her is none of your concern, I have told you so a hundred times already.”

“I am your mother. Mind your tongue when talking to me.” The red-haired woman hisses before continuing. “I am also the dowager queen and queen mother. With the queen still occupied in her grief, the Red Keep is my responsibility in your absence. That makes your whore and her spawn my responsibility as well. I needed to deal with the drama she caused. Had she not locked herself away I can assure you, this matter would have long been settled already.”

“Settled?” Aemond scoffs. “And what would that have looked like? Taken my sons from her? And then what?”

“Most certainly. And she must receive treatment-“

“Treatment? What would your great treatment entail?”

“Treatment varies from individual to individual. It remains to be seen what methods work best on her. Is that not right, grand maester?” Alicent urges Orwyle to speak up.

“…yes. Yes, your grace. It is difficult to predict which treatments will work best on her.” The man nods softly.

Aemond was well aware of how maesters would attempt to cure madness. Their methods would be torturous. His own methods of bringing her into full submission when he first claimed her would seem tame in comparison. His stomach turns at the thought of what they would have done to her in his abscence had she not kept her door locked at all times.

“You will do no such thing.” Aemond growls. “No one but me touches her. No one but me will make any decision on any treatments. She is not mad. The babes are healthy. There is no need to intervene.”

“Now they are. But they weren’t always. Your children should be supervised by maesters not by some deranged lowborn.” Alicent retorts.

Aemond furrows his brows, looking at his mother in disbelief. His y/n hadn’t said anything of the sorts. “Now? Now? What is that supposed to mean?”

After another nod from the dowager queen, Orwyle explains, “It… appears we might have miscalculated the day of conception. The babes came early, it seems. Weak, very small, frail. It borders on a miracle the boys live, my prince.”

Aemond stares at him dumbfounded. He held his sons just a few hours earlier, they seemed well. Plumb, full of life. Not just that, he himself had been there when they conceived. He was sure his seed took the very first night that he dragged her to his bed near a year ago. He had watched her belly swell even before he brought her here to the Red Keep.

It made no sense the babes were born sickly when not a single issue had been encountered before. Not even when she was going about her duties of tending to him with little struggle. Well, as long as she could sit down, lay on her side and not have to bend over, that is.

The maesters voice brings him out of his thoughts. “It is best the babes be closely supervised by maesters and raised by experienced nursemaids and wetnurses. Your… mistress should not have them. Mad or not, she will not be able to provide your sons with the care they need to survive.”

Aemond had always been a stubborn man. Perhaps it was his thick head that made him refuse the maesters urging, or perhaps it was his trust is his little bed slave that did so. She was a pure hearted woman, her heart soft. She had learned her new place in life quickly, she had not once betrayed him or given him any reason to doubt her.

She had nothing to gain from lying to him but everything to lose.

She was so convinced of the maesters wanting to steal their children, it could not be a mistake. She would not beg him for help and forgo all formalities with him unless she was truly afraid.

Aemond’s thoughts and emotions were in turmoil now, struggling to discern the truth between y/n’s words, the words of his mother and the grand maester, and the facts he knew to be true.

Staring off at the empty king’s chair in the distance, his voice is little more than a murmur when he asks, “What do you even care for? She’s nothing but a whore in your eyes. You see my sons as bastards only. Why do you care for what happens to them?”

Aemond freezes at his mother’s following shameless reply. He can’t believe she would just state something like this as if it was nothing unusual. It would seem little more than an odd phrasing of words to some but with his suspicions in mind, it's all the confirmation he needs.

“She is a whore, yes. She has seduced you so she can live in luxury far above her station. You’re just a foolish young man with no control of his urges. But… the fact remains that you have no heir. With only a daughter and no sons, they could be of good use to you had you done your wife the courtesy of putting them into her belly instead.”

His gaze cold as ice, he stares at her, never once looking away as he growls. “So it’s true what y/n says? That you plan to steal my sons from her and give them to Floris?”

Alicent seems taken aback, her surprised expression shortly finding Orwyle’s startled one before quickly moving back to her son. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Y/n.” Aemond says firmly. “She says she has heard someone say it. That you tasked the maesters to take my sons from her and give them to Floris.”

Alicent remains quiet for a while before her own face hardens. Straightening her posture and keeping her hands clasped firmly in front of her on the table, she begins to lecture her son.

“You have a lady wife, Aemond. A respectable, honorable lady wife of high birth. Princess Floris has given you a daughter already and served you faithfully.” She begins. “The only thing you still need is a legitimate son. With your wife’s recent stillbirth during your absence, it would be easy to arrange so. Give your whore’s sons to her. Or just one, even. You can pass him off as hers and have your-“

“ENOUGH!” Aemond roars, his fists slamming onto the table as he stands up, the chair loudly scraping across the floor. “I will not hear of this! How DARE you try and steal my sons from y/n!”

Alicent’s face remains resolute, her chin held up high in defiance, while Orwyle looks like he wants to vanish beneath the floor.

“I did what needed to be done. Stop coddling your whore, Aemond. Let her pay back for living on the crown’s cost and causing your lady wife distress. Let her produce the boys and you make them heirs, as the sons of you and Princess Floris.”

Mouth hanging open, Aemond can barely believe what his mother is saying. “If anyone has gone mad here, it is you, not her.” He says firmly. “I cannot believe you would betray me like this. Go against my orders, willing to harm my y/n.”

He glares down at his mother as he continues, “Floris will not have my sons. She does NOT deserve them. She has failed me. Failed as my wife, failed as a woman. My mistress has done within a year what that bitch of a wife could not manage in five. Y/n will keep my sons and all other children I will put into her belly and all of them will be made my heirs. Not as Floris’s children, but as y/n’s. I will legitimize them at once and have them declared as my heirs.”

“Have you lost your mind?!” Alicent is the one yelling now. “You cannot do that! Think of the shame that it would bring to your wife! Of how it will disrupt our ally with the Baratheon’s!”

“She is the one that brings shame to me!” Aemond shouts back, his face filled with pure rage and hatred. “It is her failing that has made me the laughingstock across the realm! Made me the maimed prince whose cock does not work! Now they will no longer laugh, now that I have my sons! Lord Borros praised me her fertility but delivered a woman unable to carry a child properly. It is his own doing our alliance has faltered. He will not speak against my y/n or our sons. He will accept them as my heirs. He will remain loyal to our side or I will personally fly south and turn Storm’s End into a second Harrenhal!”

With that, Aemond throws the nearest cups and parchments off the table before turning on his heel to make his way out the door, curses at his mother and wife flowing out his mouth as he does so.

In his rage, Aemond makes his way to the training yard, the urge to stab one of the dummies repeatedly or challenge one of the poor squires to a duel overwhelming him.

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[athenodora-sulpicia-writer]

Vanessa ives - where we meet at a ball and she ask us to dance, she never got our name and follows us home to find out we are the daughter of Evelyn Poole. So we start seeing Vanessa behind our mothers back and maybe if you could add some smut between us and vanessa?

Forbidden Love- Part 1- Vanessa Ives

A/N: Hey @wandamaximoff2823 thank you for your request, I'm so sorry for the long wait, I've been really struggling to get back into writing but better as never I suppose 😅, anyway I hope you enjoy this and that it was worth the wait.

Warning(s): Scars, smut, mentions of neglect/abuse.

I was never one to be interested in the intricacies of the aristocratic ways of the upper class but mother had asked me to be here and what ever mother asked you to do was never a simple request but a very firm order.

I entered the lavish estate of a Mr Dorian Grey, unescorted of course, how scandalous. A butler or perhaps he was a servant came and took my cloak and directed to me where all the fuss and chatter was coming from, so I followed the sound of champagne induced laughter and discussion of who owned the most properties in the countries, which took me to a grand ballroom which was filled to the brim of upper class Londoners, an orchestra and the walls were completely lined with portraits, show off.

I weaved my way through the large doorway that lead into the ballroom a feat which would have been easier if everyone was deciding to take up the space. I'd originally dressed to blend in and not draw in to much unwanted attention, who would have thought that wearing dress of gold and white (the opposite of what my mother would have ever approved of) would have caught so many stares and glances.

A server came to me with a tray of champagne and though I was usually partial to a class or two I knew I had to keep my mind as agile as possible for the task my mother had sent me to do. I was told to not get to close to Miss Ives but just enough to use some effective Nightwalker magic on her mind, this should have been Hecate's job not mine but apparently according to mother "Hecate had her own tasks" I would have used the chores or enslavement but I'd rather not have a gash from the tip of my cheek to my chin so I kept my mouth shut.

For a moment as I was thinking a man approached me and I could already smell the alcohol from a mile, this would be wonderful not, I snarled for a moment at the thought but as the man was now in reach of me I returned my face to its natural composure.

"What's a charming dove like you doing all alone and without a chaperone?" This man, who looked old enough to be a someone who should start writing their will, asked me. Who looked like the usual upper class prick, my least favourite kind of mortal irritation.

"That is none of your concern sir, now if you wouldn't mind walking off to go and compare your assets, though I'm sure yours are lacking by the looks of things, with the other gentlemen I'd be most thankful." I said the man with my best 'I'm super important' voice but when the man didn't leave I know that my word choice may have been a little too much.

"How dare you speak to me in such a way," The man snarled at me and was quick to grab my upper arm harshly and with so many people in the room it would be easy to not notice or ignore what he was doing. "Now judging by your dress I'd say your still a maid, so why don't you be a good little heiress and have a drink with me on the balcony," Damn this dress I just wanted to wear something that was the opposite of the scars on back and now I was being mistaken for a maid because of it, just fabulous.

As more time passed and I hadn't responded, the man's grip on my upper arm was becoming painfully tight and even for someone like me, I couldn't hold back a wince.

"Ah cousin," I heard a feminine voice call out and upon hearing the voice my head turned abruptly to the direction of the voice and then I saw her. She had raven black hair, sky blue eyes and pale ivory skin and was wearing the most fabulous black and red dress I'd ever seen and she was walking over to me. Well that's half a job done and half a job failed.

Once she stood by my side she began to speak again, "Thank you for keeping my cousin company Sir," She spoke to the man who still had his hand on my upper arm, "But now that I am here I believe she is no longer in need of your company," Her voice which originally was soft and compliant of any woman in this room and now become more natural almost steely.

I could feel the man's grip tighten and I knew who was about to say something but for whatever reason after he made eye contact with my ravenette saviour he let go of my arm completely and walked off without another word. My first reaction was to rub at my arm, even if I knew it would heal within a minute or two.

"I Apologise for the cousin lie but I can tell when a woman is uncomfortable." She spoke to me with a kindness I knew would be there if she knew who I actually was. "My name is Miss Ives," She spoke again with a slight bit more formality, extending out a hand for me to shake and suddenly I was grateful to the creme gloves I was wearing because if I weren't she'd probably be able to sense exactly what I was.

"No apologies needed, It's a pleasure to finally meet you Miss Ives." I spoke with the same slight formality as she but then I soon thought of the implications of my words and I began to internally kick myself for making such a slip up, my mother was going to kill me if I messed this up.

"To finally meet me?" She looked at my with a smile and odd confusement in her expression. "Why have we been intending to meet one another before today?" She asked me curiously with a slight chuckle to her voice which was somewhere between being eerie and joyful.

"Not at all, I simply meant that," I paused for a moment to think of a better excuse for my slip up, "I've heard your name on people's lips before, it's nice to put a face to the name, Miss Ives." I said coming up with something that I thought was a decent enough excuse that would hopefully appease her curiosity.

"Oh, I didn't know I was a topic of gossip," She spoke again and though she was trying to feign ignorance I could tell she had noticed my slip up by the way her eyes looked at me and how her pupils darkened with triumph at her victory.

"Well anyway would you care for a dance?" She asked me her tone lighter with an undertone of something that was perhaps mischief, as she gave a slightly bow and extended out hand, facing upwards, to me.

"Well people do like to talk," I was very quickly scanning the ballroom for a quick escaped to the exit and when I found it I took my chances, "I must be going Miss Ives, good evening." I said the formal goodbye and quickly left through the small gap that had been left to the exit and retrieved my own cloak and quickly began to set off back up to the manor we were staying in that was slight ways away.

As I walked under the nights dark sky at a brisk pace, I thought of how I knew my mother would be anything but pleased at what she would see as a display of my incompetence at not completely her 'simple' task but I also thought about how what she didn't know couldn't hurt her, a policy I very much enjoyed using with my mother. Though if she were to ever find out I knew I'd probably be crucified upside down with no last words being allowed.

Not long later I made up back to our home, a manor that was slightly outside of central London. I walked up the stone steps that led to the large front doors which i opened with a heavy gust of wind which came when I turned my wrist in just the right way and I walked inside oblivious to anything else as I took my cloak off and threw it somewhere I didn't care to check.

As I walked further into the foyer at the front of the manner, I started ragging the gloves of my arms and unpinning the mass of my that sat atop my head. It felt euphoric when my hair cascaded down my back because finally all the weight was off the crown of my head and sighed out in a pleased way not caring for all the bobby pins that were fall the marble floor and making a clattering sound.

For a moment all I thought I could hear was the clattering of my bobby pins on the floor, which was a lovely relief because it meant that my mother possibly my sisters weren't in the manor or they were at least asleep, either way I was happy to not be bothered by any of them.

As I just about started to walk up the overly elaborate staircase upstairs, I heard a bang and then a mumble and quickly whipped my body around to the direction of the sound which just happened to be the front doors and then I saw her, Vanessa, well this is just fabulous.

"Miss Ives, what on earth are you doing here?" I asked feigning confusion and innocence as I walked down the few steps I had just walked up. I then walked over to where Vanessa was, in the middle of the foyer, taking in her surroundings of the dark and quietly frankly disturbing manor.

"You never told me your name," She began to say, the meaning behind her voice was obviously detached from what she was saying to me as she was to focused on surveying her new surroundings. "What possible reason do you have for being here?" She asked me finally making eye contact and her steely gaze was hardened and distrusting.

She must be able to feel the aura of the manor, Hell she probably had a pretty good idea about who lived here which meant she probably knew what I was. "Miss Ives I know how it may look but..." I began to say to Vanessa before I heard the creaking of floorboards coming from upstairs and as the noise grew closer the sound of footsteps accompanied it.

A horrible sense of dread filled my chest because I knew that it was just the wind or if it was a person, as I suspected it was, it wasn't one of my sisters, it was my mother. I didn't have much time to think and I'm not sure what compelled me to do it but I quickly faced Vanessa agin and twisted my wrist in her direction and a gust of with pushed her against one of the far walls and quickly I consumed her in enough mist to make her invisible.

Just as I turned back around to face the staircase but before I was able to regain my composure, my mother was at the top of the staircase in one of her robes and her hair pinned. "Oh mother, hello," I spoke trying calm my voice down as to not give anything away.

"Y/N you've returned, I assume the task I sent you on was a success then." She phrased it in a way that anyone would think it was meant as a question but I knew she didn't mean it as one, she never did.

"Yes mother," I spoke with my head bowed, lying through the skin of my teeth, praying she wouldn't notice my lie. "Lucifer's bride had a bit of a manic episode at the party and fainted," I explained to my mother whilst trying to come up with a believable lie, we were expected to refer to Vanessa as Lucifer's bride, the thought always made my skin crawl but I'd never let it show.

"Good, I'm pleased to hear," I eternally sighed of relief when my mother spoke like she had know idea that I had lied to her and I was grateful for it. "Well I shall retire for night now," She then finished saying as she walked back the way she came and the sound of her footsteps soon disappeared completely.

Once my mother was gone I couldn't even give myself a moment to enjoy my victory as I know Vanessa was still stuck the wall and covered in mist. I quickly ran other to where I cast her off and released from my nightwalker magic, to which she fell from the wall gasping for breath.

"Miss Ives," I quickly got down on the floor as she was still gasping, "Miss Ives you must leave, if my mother or sisters find you here you will never leave," I tried to encourage her off the floor and I eventually got her to her feet but she wasn't leaving. "Listen, I understand your in shock and still recovering but you have to leave right now," I kept urgently encouraging her to leave but it wasn't quite working. "Vanessa!" I shouted her name and this finally snapped her out of wherever she'd been in her head, she made eye contact with me once before running out of the manner and disappearing and all I could do was finally sigh in relief. What a night. __________________________________ So I've had to split this request into two parts because it was getting a little long. Anyway, thank you all for reading, I hope you all enjoyed and until next time fellow readers.

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Can you do a really possessive and dominant Artemisia x Fem Reader story please (with smut), where the reader is a Greek hostage who Artemisia had been charged with keeping a hold of but soon she quickly falls in love with the woman and becomes very possessive over her especially when Misia’s generals get a little to close to her.

Mine just mine

Warnings: Smut, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, implicit manipulation and therefore 14+ only

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Prompt: Artemisia knows what to do with unplanned guests

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"General"

The voice of one of my crew members cut short the explanation coming from my lips as I tried to explain to others how we would have to return to Persia in order to equip ourselves with more weapons.

"What do you want?"

"Shirin saw a body floating on a piece of wood. We saved it."

"A body, a dead body?"

"We thought so, until she opened her eyes."

"Her?"

"Yes. Now she's threatening the crew with a knife?"

"Bring a knife?!"

"Yes."

"You should have told me that first, you animal."

Quickly, I left the small room we were in, climbing up some small stairs to be able to see the scene that was forming.

A girl covered with a white dress, dry hair and battered by the salt of the sea, and with red eyes, was moving from one side to the other, threatening my men with a knife.

"Where am I?" She shouted "who are you?"

The men, like good men, did not even deign to try to respond, they just wanted to get closer.

"Calm down."

The girl turned to look at me, listening to my request. I could notice how her grip on the knife loosened a little, to tighten her fist around it again.

"Who are you, where am I?"

"Welcome to the Persian ship, I am…"

"Artemisia… "whispered

"The same"

Before we could react, the girl ran in my direction, but before she could plunge the knife into me, I hit her head, making her fall unconscious on the floor, dropping the gun. Gently, I took the weapon and checked it. It was made of iron, and on the blade came engraved something. Ἰσοκράτης

This woman was none other than the daughter of Isocrates, the famous Athenian politician. This woman was the definition of a gold mine.

"What do we do with her, General?"

"You and you, chain her up and lock her up tight in the cellar. Don't give her a chance to escape" quickly 2 men took the body and started down the stairs. "And you and you, you are going to take one of the boats and row to Athens, go to Isocrates and tell him the sad story of how his daughter ended up on an enemy ship" I mocked, making my sailors laugh. "Maybe that way we'll get more than Themistocles' head."

All the sailors let out a deep laugh, knowing that something big was on the other side of the horizon.

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The next time I went down to the cellars, the woman, who I now knew had the name Y/N, was awake, and was even trying to untie the knots in her wrists.

"Try as you might, you can't escape."

My voice seemed to startle her, causing her to stop nibbling on the rope.

"Are you finally going to let me out?" her voice was hoarse. As if he hadn't had any water. My eyes glanced at the floor, realizing I hadn't touched either her food or the glass of water.

"You need to eat, you need to hydrate."

"I asked you a question!" she raised her voice, which made me raise my eyebrows, but that didn't make her back down "Are you finally going to let me go?" she asked again.

"No" I sat down across from her, took the plate she had been given, realizing that she had only been given a measly apple and a glass of water, so with my eyes I began to look for some food. "Not until your dear daddy sends us what we want."

Y/N let out a small but loud laugh, which made me take my eyes off the cereal sacks and land on Y/N's brown eyes.

"Then I'll have to die here."

"What do you mean?"

"My father banished me from Athens. So, no matter whether tomorrow you cut me to pieces or leave me alive, my father will want nothing more to do with me."

I stood silently, watching my master plan fall apart piece by piece.

I let out a big sigh and stood up, throwing the apple away.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll bring you better food."

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Eventually, I had to realize that Y/N was right.

My men returned with empty hands and verbal refusal from the great politician.

"So, what shall we do?"

I didn't even have the brains to answer them. Even I didn't know what we were going to do with the girl.

It was one more mouth to feed, one more weight for this vessel.

But, she was the most sensual woman my eyes had ever seen.

I couldn't just throw it away.

"Does anyone know if she's awake?"

"Omar went to give her her ration recently and she was awake."

Without waiting any longer, I got up and walked to the cellar door, opening it and finding the woman, who was now held only by a rope around her ankle.

"You were right, your father ignored us."

"I told you so" she commented with a mouth full of rice. She was completely hunched over as her plate was on the floor.

Quickly, I took the spoon out of her hand and grabbed the bowl. I took a spoonful of the food and brought it to her mouth.

"I have to apologize to you" she gave me a confused look, but opened her mouth, letting me feed her, but raised her eyebrows, asking me for an explanation. "For keeping you in a place like this. You deserve better."

"That means you're not going to let me go, right?" she spoke again with her mouth full. She was hungry.

"Do you have someplace where you are completely welcome?" Y/N was quiet and simply waited for me to give her another spoonful. So, I took it and popped it into her mouth. "Here I will give you the life worthy of someone like you."

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Things escalated very quickly, too quickly for me to relate in detail what actually happened.

Y/N loved it, so much so, that, she went from sleeping on top of a bean bag, to sleeping in my bed, every night, of course, after I stuck my fingers up to her vagina.

But, at first, Y/N at first, she didn't want me to go near her because she said he would never let herself be caught in the enemy's clutches.

"Please… don't stop!"

I pulled my mouth away from her pussy as I watched her eyebrows furrow, little beads of sweat on her forehead, her eyes closed tightly and an open mouth that never failed to be as sensual as she was herself.

"Do you want more, sweet girl?"

"Yes, please."

With force, I smacked one of her buttocks, causing Y/N to give a little jump as a high-pitched squeal came from those plump lips.

"You know how to order correctly."

"My lady, please let me cum."

"Cum for me, pet."

I buried my head between her legs again and began to suck on her bulge, while my index, middle and ring finger in her vagina, almost wanting to touch her insides, causing her now, to let out a loud moan, almost like a scream.

"General?"

Omar's head peeked into my room, causing me to peel my face away from Y/N's pussy and with my right hand I covered the woman's naked body with the blanket.

"What do you want, asshole?"

"We have Misia ships in our sights."

"Just get out."

The man slammed the door shut. I carefully got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" asked Y/N as a claim.

"Outside. I need you to shut up."

"But Artemi…"

"I told you to shut up!"

She did not speak again and allowed me to leave without further ado.

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"We know you have it, Artemisia."

I stopped pacing the room only to focus my gaze on the man tied in the chair.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Don't get smart with me, Artemisia, we know you're holding Y/N hostage."

"I regret to inform you, General Themistocles, but no one is being held hostage here" the men behind his back began to laugh lightly "Lady Y/N is here of her own free will."

"Why would a woman as worthy as Y/N be with someone like you?"

"Because I fuck her like no one ever can. If you had arrived a few minutes ago, you might have been delighted with her moans."

"You are a danger. You don't deserve anything from her."

"And you do?" quickly, I pulled out my pocketknife and put it to his neck.

"She deserves better."

"She's mine!"

"She doesn't even want to be here with you!"

"No?" I turned away from Themistocles and signaled Omar. Minutes later he arrived with a Y/N on shaky legs and wrapped in the blanket.

"Y/N!"

"Themistocles?"

"Oh, honey" I gave her a smile "Come on, come here."

She as obedient as ever, came to my side, letting me slip my arm around her hip.

"Is Y/N well, has this woman done anything to you?" asked the Athenian.

"Come on, pet, tell this man that you want to stay with me."

I got up to walk to his side and duck my head so that it was in the curve of her shoulder and neck, leaving little kisses on her soft skin. I even went so far as to feel goose bumps.

"Tell him, my love" I whispered close to her ear "tell him you're mine."

"Forgive me General Themistocles, but, I want to stay with my General Artemisia. She is the one to whom I belong."

I gave her a last kiss on her neck to give a cynical and victorious smile to the Greek warrior.

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One of a Kind

D&WGambit! x X-Men97!Fem! Reader

Warnings: Slight Angst, X-Men 97' Spoilers, Pining, happy ending, two idiots, hurt/comfort, mention of character death

WC: 1686

“Have you been watching the news?” Scotts voice came as Y/n entered the mansion. The mutant looked up at the team leader with a look of confusion as she placed her bag down on the counter. 

“No? Why?” Her brow furrowed as Scott swallowed hard. He moved quietly to the small TV on the kitchen counter and flipped it on; Y/n watched in horror as images of the aftermath of a full scale attack on Genosha flashed on the screen. She felt a chill run through her body as flames danced in her vision and ashes coated what was once a proud and new country. She gripped the counter as Scott watched the unfolding news with her. 

“We have people there.” Y/n croaked as she kept her gaze locked on the screen. ��Scott. Rogue, Kurt and Magneto are there.” Her eyes moved to her leader as his emotionless sunglasses reflected her distressed expression back at her. “Scott.” She said sternly. “Remy is there.”

Scotts brows furrowed as he opened and closed his mouth, like he was trying to speak but couldn’t find the words. Y/n Felt her stomach drop as the horrors of the news broadcast played in her ears. 

“Are they okay?” She asked, her voice breaking as she gripped the side of the counter. The same counter that Remy taught her to make jambalaya at. The same counter she had sat on and shared a late night bowl of cereal with him just a few nights before. “Scott.” She practically snarled. He took a step forward, his arm reaching out, almost like he was looking for comfort as well, like he was trying to tell her he had lost something too. 

Lost something.

“Scott. Is Remy okay?” 

…

 “Eva’ since you wandered up in ‘ere, you been lookin’ at ole’Gambit like you seen a ghost sha.” 

Y/n was ripped from her thoughts as she glanced at the man next to her. She was suddenly reminded she was in the Void and not the kitchen of the Xavier Mansion grieving loss all over again. 

“What?” She asked horsley as she looked up at the tall man on her left. He gave her a small smile. 

“Sha, you been up in ‘ere a few weeks now, yeah? When you gon tell Gambit why you lookin at him like dat? Hmm?” The Cajun sat down across from her his gaze intense as he perched his elbows on his knees. Y/n couldn’t bring herself to look up at him, she kept her gaze on the floor, on his boots. His voice felt like a million knives in her chest as she fiddled with the frayed ends of her shirt sleeves. It wasn’t him; not her version of him anyways. He sounded like Remy, moved like Remy, laughed like Remy… His eyes were different though, clear green instead of a red iris surrounded by black.His hair was slightly different too, not red but a natural brown. He gave her a pointed look, as if to say he wasn’t leaving till she answered him. Y/n sighed. 

 “Don’t know what you mean…” She spoke softly rubbing her face; Gambit chuckled. 

“You don know? Or you jus’ don wanna’ say, sha?” He sat back slightly, fidgeting with his deck of cards like he always did. Shuffling in an endless loop just to keep his hands busy. She watched his hands intently, bile rising in her throat as she watched the dance of the cards, feeling that same emptiness she had when Kurt gave his homily at the funeral…. 

“Been tree’ weeks since you popped into da void, been known you was an X-Men from da way you fight. We had a lot of X-Men up in ere’, but not like you.” He sighed, hands still moving and shuffling, but his eyes never left her face. Y/n sighed again, swallowing down the lump in her throat. 

 “So? Why do you care?” She asked, finally looking up to meet his gaze. He gave her a small smile, almost proud of her for finally looking at him head on. She felt sick again. 

“Gambit cares. He always does, sha. ‘Specially when one of his own kind gets dumped in dis hellscape.” His words were soft, like he was speaking to a cornered animal. Her Remy never talked to her like that. He was always obnoxious and snarky, pushing her buttons and trying to get a rise out of her. She scowled before leaning back. 

 “I've got my own reasons to be apprehensive. Everything here, everyone, it's all very new… Very… real…” Her eyes drifted away again as Gambit nodded in an understanding way. 

  “No one here knew da Gambit when dey first seen him. But you? Toi mon amie, you took one look at da Gambit et, mon dieu thought you was gonna combust on da spot. You looked at me like you known me. But da thing is, sha. Gambit don’t know you.” 

Her eyes glossed over at that statement; he didn’t know her. He was intrigued by her, but he didn’t know her. She scoffed,

 “Guess I don't exist outside of my timeline. Everyone seems to have variants except me.” She spoke with a shake of her head. She had seen countless Deadpool’s in the void since she got here, a few other versions of her teammates and even some Avengers, but she had never seen another Y/n. She was the only one, and now she had been put here. 

The last thing she remembered was Charles and Magnus asking her and her teammates to pick a side. The answer was clear for most of them, Rogue went with Magneto and so did Sunspot. The rest stayed loyal to a cause that didn’t seem to have a point anymore. She had fled the choice, unsure how she was supposed to pick a side when the only person she had fought for was dead. Humans had killed him. And she hadn’t even been there to tell him she loved him… to tell her best friend that after all this time, she had loved him more than she had ever loved anyone in her life. 

That’s when the TVA showed up, spouting something about how she was a danger to her timeline and needed to be removed to ensure the survival of the true X-Men. She had been thrown in, against her will, to a hellish landscape that was fitting of a reject like herself. She had fought tooth and nail against bandits in the wastelands before she came across a face that she hadn’t expected to ever see again. 

“I lost you ‘dere, sha. Where you gon off too now?” Gambit’s voice cut through her memories like Logan’s claws as she snapped her eyes back up to him. He gave her a warm smile before shuffling his deck again. She watched his hands again and he chuckled. “People are like cards, sha. Different suits, but all made of da same material. I like to tink’ of myself as a jack of all trades-” He flipped the jacks of the deck out to face her before shuffling them back in. “You doe? You give da Gambit a very specific type’o vibe.” 

Y/n watched as he shuffled a bit more before the queen of hearts flipped from the deck. Her blood ran cold. That wasn’t her card. That was Rogues. It had always been Rogues. Never her. Gambit's smug smile fell as she stood up abruptly, her eyes flashing with a twinge of panic. He stood up with her hands out in a show of surrender as he chuckled airly.

    “Gambit done take things too far. I apologize, meant no ‘arm in it. Je suis désolé mon amie.” 

She shook her head before reaching forward and taking the deck from his hand. He protested but watched her as she pulled the Joker card from the deck and pressed it back in his hand, atop the Queen of Hearts. 

 “This card. You always said this was me.” She pressed the glossy paper to his palm, staring at the jester printed in black and white. “You would pull this card and laugh at the resemblance, saying I was a damn couyon.” She frowned as tears pricked her eyes. “That Queen was reserved for far better than me. Never for me. Don’t you dare.” Her voice sounded labored as she locked eyes with him; his green eyes flashed with sympathy and hurt as he slowly closed his hand around hers. She didn’t pull away, instead she felt her breath hitch as a wave of burning hot emotions flooded her chest and mind. 

“Comment une personne si belle peut-elle être si triste?” He spoke softly. “You did know me den? Where you come from?” 

Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat before nodding. 

 “I did. But I lost you.” She choked out. 

He squeezed her hand softly. 

“And me and you? Was we…?” He asked softly, eyes searching hers. “Dis Gambit only ever known da Void. Pretty sure I was born here, neva known another way.” 

  “He was my best friend. My whole world.” She choked out with a sad smile. “But I was his couyon, never his queen.” She laughed, remembering the way he used to throw that word around with a charming smile running away from her playful wrath everytime. This Gambit gave her a sad smile.

  “He must have been blind ta not see da gift he had.” He spoke softly. Y/n shook her head. 

 “If you knew Rogue, you wouldn't say that. A Queen of hearts through and through. I could never blame him for picking her.” With that she dropped his hand, the lingering warmth fading from her skin. 

“Dis Gambit wants to know you more, sha. Dis Gambit don't wanna’ leave you lone.” His words were followed by him placing a card in her palm.

Y/n smiled softly before looking at the card he had handed her. “You aint no couyon-” He chuckled. 

Ace of Hearts.

“You one of a kind.”  

[unconventional-lawnchair]

Hi! I saw that your requests were open and I wanted to ask for a Barty fic. Maybe reader having a similar conversation to the “like my father part 2” but with Barty. She is insecure about never dating anyone nor having even held hands romantically and thinks she will never be loved, not even noticing Barty’s love for her but Barty explodes and confesses.

AN: I saw both of your messages and thank you so much!! I'm sorry for the wait :(! I am so glad people love this Barty as much as I do. 💕

Love me, too

Barty Crouch Jr. x Fem! Reader

Wc: ~2.8k

Summary: Late nights with loose lipped Barty, a single conversation unraveled years of yearning.

CW: Suggestive, devoted!slightlyobsessive!Barty, both reader and Barty have some self loathing going on, non cannon complacent,

“Even Potter admitted it was too much.” Barty chuckled from where he was splayed out on your couch, head in your lap with a blissful look as you ran your fingers through his dark curls. “I don't think Evan should be drinking anymore muggle alcohol.”

“His poor pureblood body can't take it.” You sang to him, at least, that's what he heard as you gazed at him so sweetly. He had just gotten back from a late night excursion with Regulus and Evan, exploring more of what the muggle world had to offer.

“I resent that, I made it home, didn't I?” He hummed and you couldn't help but laugh at him, and he seemed to just relish in the sound.

Not that you ever noticed.

“Home? Barty, might I remind you, your flat is across the way?”

Barty’s grin widened as he shifted in your lap, his green eyes glinting with mischief. “What can I say?” He drawled, tilting his head back to look up at you. “Your couch is far superior to my bed. And let’s not even get started on your hospitality.”

“Hospitality?” You echoed with a laugh, playfully tugging at one of his curls. “Barty, you barged in here at Merlin-knows-what-hour, smelling like a distillery and complaining about Evan’s ‘pureblood constitution.’ How is that hospitality?”

He smirked, completely unbothered, and let out a satisfied hum as your fingers continued their gentle rhythm through his hair. “It’s the look in your eyes,” He teased, reaching up lazily to point a finger at you. “That soft little glare you always give me. You try so hard to act exasperated, but we both know you secretly love it.”

“Do I, now?” You retorted, raising an eyebrow as you gave his curls a particularly sharp tug. He winced- dramatically, of course- but his grin didn’t falter.

“Oh, absolutely,” He replied, his voice dipping into that smooth, confident tone he wielded like a weapon. “You’ve got a weak spot for me, darling. Admit it.”

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth betrayed you, tugging upward despite your best efforts. “The only weak spot I have is for the idiot who nearly fell into my azalea bush trying to unlock my neighbor’s door.”

Barty gasped, clutching his chest like you’d mortally wounded him. “That was one time,” He protested, though the way his lips twitched gave him away. “And in my defense, all these flats look the same. It’s not my fault muggles lack imagination.”

“Right,” You said with mock seriousness. “Because it’s definitely the muggles’ fault you tried to pick a fight with a bush.”

He let out a low chuckle, his hand falling back onto your knee as he relaxed further against you. “You wound me, truly,” He murmured, though the blissful look on his face told a different story. “But you’re still here, still running your fingers through my hair like I’m your favorite stray.”

You shook your head, your laughter softening into something warmer as you gazed down at him. “That word is exactly right. A stray.” You teased and he gave a low sigh as you playfully pulled at the roots of his hair again.

Barty’s grin softened as he let out a low, contented sigh, tilting his head further into your touch. But his smirk quickly returned, laced with amusement as he glanced up at you. “Speaking of strays, did you know Pandora’s getting hitched? Evan’s still in denial about it, of course. Says it’s a phase.”

“Pandora’s getting married?” You asked, your fingers pausing in his hair as your brows knit together. “To Xenophilius?”

Barty hummed, tilting his head slightly into your touch, though he noticed your pause. “Yes, to none other than Xenophilius Lovegood,” he said with an exaggerated wave of his hand. “The eccentric inventor of all things absurd. Can’t you just picture it? The two of them, in some meadow, exchanging vows under a canopy made of... I don’t know, enchanted fungi?”

You snorted despite yourself. “That actually sounds about right for them,” You admitted, though your voice had a softer, contemplative tone now.

Barty’s grin faltered slightly as he caught the shift in your expression. “You alright there, darling?” He prodded, his green eyes narrowing as he studied your face. “Don’t tell me you’re about to spiral because Pandora’s beating us to the altar.”

“I’m not spiraling,” You muttered defensively, looking away from him. “I just... I don’t know. It’s weird, isn’t it? Everyone’s pairing off. Pandora’s getting married, Lily and James have Harry now, even Sirius seems to have a new date every other week. And here I am-”

“Perfectly ravishing and far too good for anyone who doesn’t grovel at your feet?” Barty supplied with a cheeky grin, though the warmth in his green eyes betrayed the sincerity under his playful tone.

You gave him a look, your lips twitching despite yourself. “You’re not helping.”

“Who says I’m trying to help?” He countered, though he shifted slightly to sit up, his hand resting on your knee now as he studied you more intently. “Alright, what’s really going on, darling? Spill.”

You hesitated, your gaze flicking away from his. “It’s nothing. I’m just... I guess I feel like I’m falling behind, you know? Everyone else seems to have their lives figured out, and I’m just... here.”

Barty’s smirk faded entirely, replaced by an expression you didn’t see often: genuine concern. “Falling behind?” He repeated, his voice softer now. “What are you on about? You’re you.”

“And what does that even mean?” You asked, your voice tinged with frustration. “Barty, I’m twenty-three, and I’ve never even been in a proper relationship. Everyone else is moving on, starting families, building lives, and I’m just... I don’t know. Stuck.”

“Stuck?” He echoed, his brows furrowing. “You? The woman who once dragged me into a Muggle club and convinced a room full of strangers I was an internationally famous wizard film star?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the memory, though it was short-lived. “That’s different, Barty. That was... fun. This feels bigger. Like I’m missing something.”

Barty tilted his head, his expression firm as he reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. “You’re not missing anything, love,” He said firmly. “You’re exactly where you’re meant to be. And for what it’s worth, I think the world would be a lot less interesting if you weren’t exactly as you are.”

You looked at him, your chest tightening at the sincerity in his voice. “You make it sound so easy,” You murmured.

“Because it is,” He said with a grin, though the softness in his eyes remained. “You’re comparing yourself to people whose lives are completely different from yours. Pandora and Xenophilius? They’re lovely, but they’re also... Pandora and Xenophilius. Lily and James? They’ve been attached at the hip since Hogwarts. None of that has anything to do with you.”

“And Sirius?” You challenged, raising an eyebrow. “Even he-”

“Sirius Black is a menace who flirts with anything that moves,” Barty interrupted, his grin turning wicked. “He couldn’t hold a proper relationship if it came with instructions and a leash. And you deserve more than that.”

“Do I?” You asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Barty’s expression softened even further, and he leaned closer, his hand still resting on your knee as he spoke. “Yes, you do,” He said firmly. “And one day, someone’s going to see that. They’re going to fall at your feet, completely and utterly unworthy of you. And you’re going to make them work for it- because that’s what you deserve. Not some half-hearted fling or rushed attempt to ‘catch up.’ Someone who sees you for exactly who you are and loves every piece of it.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you looked away, feeling a warmth spread through you that wasn’t entirely unwelcome. “You’ve got a way with words, you know that?” You muttered.

Barty’s grin softened, but his eyes glinted with that signature mischief that always seemed to spark chaos wherever he went. His hand rested on your knee, and you felt the slight twitch of his fingers, like he was holding back something bigger. He opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, then sighed dramatically, dragging a hand through his dark curls as though the weight of his thoughts was just too much.

“You know,” He started, his tone suddenly more theatrical, “I’ve got to say, darling... the idea of someone being good enough for you? It’s laughable. Laughable. Like, truly the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard. And mind you, I’ve spent an evening listening to Evan try to explain the muggle concept of a toaster.”

You blinked at him, a small laugh escaping despite your growing confusion. “Barty, what are you even-?”

“No, no, don’t interrupt,” He cut in, holding up a finger with mock seriousness, though his grin was tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Because here’s the thing: you’re not just any girl, alright? You’re not even in the same realm as the rest of us. You’re- what’s the word I’m looking for? Ethereal? Divine? A literal goddess walking among mere mortals? Yes, all of that and more.”

“Barty-”

“No!” He flung his hands up dramatically, as though warding off any protests. “You let me finish this, or so help me, I’ll combust on the spot. Now, as I was saying- goddess. Goddess. And me? What am I, huh? A stray cat on your couch. A servant in your kingdom. A bloody footman sent to fetch your tea and hope you don’t smite me with your beauty.”

You were laughing now, fully laughing, but Barty only leaned closer, his expression so full of mock tragedy it was almost convincing. “But you know what I’d do, my queen? My liege? I’d find him for you. That’s what I’d do.”

“Find who?” You asked between giggles, thoroughly lost in his spiraling monologue.

“The man!” He exclaimed, throwing his arms out so dramatically he nearly toppled off the couch. “The man who’s actually worthy of you. Because he exists somewhere, right? He has to, in some perfect alternate dimension where the universe handcraft people for each other. And you know what I’d do when I find him? I’d die, darling. I’d perish in his presence just to bring him to your doorstep. Just so you’d have someone who’s worth it. Someone who’s everything you deserve.”

“Barty,” You said, trying and failing to contain your laughter. “You’re completely mad.”

“Mad?!” he gasped, clutching his chest like you’d stabbed him. “No, love, I’m just devoted. Devoted to the idea that your happiness is paramount in this cruel, undeserving world. And if I can’t be the one to give it to you, then I’ll march into the depths of hell to find the one who can.”

His voice softened then, the chaos settling into something quieter, more vulnerable. “Because you deserve that, you know. You deserve to have someone who sees every bit of you, even the bits you try to hide, and still thinks you hung the bloody stars.”

Your laughter faded, replaced by a warmth spreading through your chest. “Barty,” you murmured, your voice softer now. “That’s... sweet, but also completely ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?” He echoed, grinning again as he leaned back dramatically. “Of course it is. Because what’s more ridiculous than me thinking I’d ever stand a chance with you?”

The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, and his green eyes widened slightly, like he’d just realized what he’d said. His grin faltered, and he let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right, well, there’s my secret out in the open. Didn’t really mean to let that slip, but here we are.”

You stared at him, your heart stuttering in your chest as his words hung in the air. “You’re serious,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, absolutely,” he replied, forcing a grin but unable to meet your gaze. “Completely, utterly serious. Mad as a hatter, clearly, but serious nonetheless.”

“Barty,” You began, but he waved his hand as if to dismiss your impending response.

“Don’t feel bad for me, darling,” He said, his voice lighter now, though there was a tremor underneath it. “I’ve made peace with it, you know? Loving you is like worshiping the sun. You don’t do it for the reward; you do it because you can’t help yourself.”

He leaned forward, wrapping his arm around the back of the couch, behind you, as his eyes traced your lips. It wasn't typical, no, he wasn't looking for a kiss. He was just admiring that pretty look of your smile, even as it faded to a more conflicted look. He gave an expression, one so devastated, as if your frown physically hurt him.

You stared at him, your chest tight with emotions you couldn’t quite name. His grin returned, smaller this time, almost sad. “And if you don’t find him tomorrow, or next week, or even next year,” He added, his voice almost a whisper now, “that’s fine, too. Because I’ll still be here. Sitting on your couch like the world’s most loyal stray, hoping I get to see you happy, even if it’s from a distance.”

Your heart was racing as his words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered. He had laid himself bare before you, his usual bravado stripped away to reveal something far more vulnerable and honest. And in that moment, you couldn’t ignore the pull any longer.

“Barty,” You said softly, your hand reaching out to rest against his cheek. His eyes widened slightly, searching your face for any sign of mockery or rejection. When he found none, his lips parted, but no words came.

You smiled faintly, your thumb brushing against his cheekbone. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

His brow furrowed. “Well, that’s a promising start,” He muttered, though his voice lacked its usual sarcasm. There was an edge of uncertainty, like he didn’t dare believe what might be coming next.

“You’re an idiot,” You repeated, leaning closer, “because you think I wouldn’t want you.”

For a moment, he looked completely and utterly lost, like the meaning of your words had short-circuited his brain. “You- wait, what?”

You didn’t give him time to recover. With a soft smile, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was tentative at first, testing, but the second he realized what was happening, everything changed.

Barty surged forward, his hand slipping to the back of your neck to pull you closer as his lips moved against yours with a fervor that left you breathless. His other arm wrapped around your waist, anchoring you to him like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

When you finally pulled back for air, he was staring at you like you’d just upended his entire world. His breath was heavy, his eyes dark and intense as they roamed your face. “Say it again,” He demanded, his voice rough. “Tell me this isn’t some cruel dream I’m going to wake up from.”

You laughed softly, your fingers threading through his curls. “I want you, Barty,” You whispered, your voice steady. “I’ve always wanted you.”

Something in him seemed to snap at those words. His lips were on yours again, hotter and more demanding this time, as if he was trying to make up for all the moments he’d thought this would never happen. His hands roamed over your back, slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt to touch your skin. His fingers were rough, desperate, as if he needed to feel you, to know this was real.

“You have no idea,” He murmured against your lips, his voice a low growl. “No idea how long I’ve wanted this. How many nights I’ve stayed up thinking about you.”

“Then stop wasting time,” You teased, your own hands sliding up his chest and into his hair.

He let out a low, almost guttural laugh, his lips brushing against your jawline, your neck. “You’re gonna kill me, love.”

“Not yet,” You whined back, your voice breathless.

His response was a low growl as his lips found yours again, his kiss searing and possessive. His hands gripped your waist, lifting you onto his lap fully as he deepened the kiss, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue.

“Merlin,” He murmured, his voice hoarse as he trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. “Tell me this is real. Tell me you’re mine.”

You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, your hands framing his face as you whispered, “I’m yours, Barty. Always.”

The intensity in his eyes burned brighter at your words, and whatever restraint he’d been clinging to crumbled entirely. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you flush against him as his lips claimed yours again, leaving no room for doubt.

This wasn’t the playful, cheeky Barty you were used to. This was something raw and unrestrained, something you’d never seen before. And it left you completely and utterly undone.

“Worth the wait.” He let out a sound- almost like a whimper- “Worth every bloody second.”

[imtryingbuck]

Seventy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.

Word count: 3,104

Warnings: angst, heavy use of pet names. fluff. swearing. death (cancer)

A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.

Masterlist   Series Masterlist

In the fifteen years that has passed Bucky and Y/n became grandparents to a whopping eleven beautiful grandchildren. Each one of them being well and truly spoiled by their grandparents.

Georgia and Billy got married six months after they proposed to each other, two months later they found out they were having a baby. Natalia was born three weeks prematurely, though still tiny she was strong, always kicking her little legs out and had a set of lungs on her. Two years after Georgia gave birth to another baby girl naming her Scarlet after Billy’s favourite superhero character the Scarlet Witch.

Another two years go by and she gives birth to another baby girl named Aurora, or Rory as Y/n always calls her. Four years later Georgia rings her mom to say she’s pregnant again, the whole family getting a shock of a lifetime when they find out that she was pregnant with triplets. Two girls and a boy, Marya, Django and Rebecca, named after Wanda and Pietro’s parents and Bucky’s sister.

Jamie had three children with his now ex-wife, Nicole, though they divorced and she remarried they remained good friends and were amazing at co-parenting with each other. Ryder, Levi and Angel. Angel was born on Bucky’s birthday which he did not shut up about.

Stevie and his boyfriend Ryan had adopted a baby girl when she was a month old, she had the most brightest green eyes Y/n had ever seen. She was born with a cleft lip and her biological mother didn’t want her which was truly a shame as Quinn could melt anyone’s heart just by looking at them.

Sammy and his girlfriend Eva surprised everyone by announcing that she was pregnant, she had been told when she was younger that she was never going to be able to get pregnant which was something she had come to terms with, but she gave birth to a healthy baby boy who they named James, after Bucky and Eva’s dad.

Howard passed away in his sleep two years after Georgia got married. Y/n and Tony held his hands when he passed. He was buried with his one true love, Maria. With Grace on one side and on the other was George and Winnie. 

Grace and Bunny’s Haven became successful, another two Havens in different locations had been build and were now being used by men and women. There were plans to build a fourth Haven but it had to be put on hold.

In a year they must have seen hundreds of faces and heard similar stories. No matter how many times she heard them it didn’t stop her heart from aching each time.

Bucky’s and Y/n’s marriage was just as strong as it had ever been, Steve mocked them once for being sickly sweet so Bucky grabbed Y/n by her hand and pulled her into him and kissed her, both putting on a little show for their friends. That was until Georgia was sick.

She was pregnant at the time.

That’s their defence anyway.

The love that they had for each other continued to grow as the years went on. He was still her Ducky and she was still his Bunny. Natalia once asked Y/n if Bunny was her real name and she had to explain that it was a nickname, then explained why her grandpa called her Bunny, the little girl smiled before running to tell Georgia that her grandmas real name wasn’t Bunny.

Two weeks before Y/n and Bucky celebrated their thirty ninth wedding anniversary Y/n started coughing up blood, Bucky rushed her straight to the hospital panic filling his veins the whole time he drove there.

After blood tests were done a doctor sat the couple down and told Y/n that she had cancer. It was terminal.

It took her back to when Maria had been told the same thing, and just like Maria she didn’t cry no she asked questions whilst Bucky held her hand tighter and tighter to the point where it was hurting her but she never once removed her hand away from his. She needed him. Needed him to help ground her.

Y/n begged Bucky not to tell anyone, at least not until after their anniversary which he hesitantly agreed.

They spent their anniversary at the cabin they had been renting for the past thirty nine years to celebrate the date they became one, through the whole week they were there Bucky cried, he couldn’t understand why it was her that had cancer, to him it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that she out of all people had been diagnosed with cancer, it’s wasn’t fair after all her kindness and love she shared and gave to others that she was going to be dying a slow death.

He couldn’t understand how she remained so calm throughout her diagnosis and the week they were away.

“I’ve lived an amazing life Ducky, everything will be okay I promise” she told him as she held him in her arms, wiping his tears off his cheeks and kissing his forehead.

A week after finding out that she had terminal cancer she and Bucky sat their kids down, their hearts breaking at seeing and hearing the most important people to them crying, shaking their heads in denial, Y/n got up and grabbed a hold of her children squeezing them into her chest tight, telling them how much she loves each and every one of them. She couldn’t stress enough of how proud she was of them. Bucky joined in on the family hug, all six of them crumbling together on to the floor.

Telling the group plus Tony was difficult too, all of them in denial about what Y/n was telling them. Each of them couldn’t believe that the strongest one out of them all had been diagnosed with a vile disease such as cancer.

Even with getting chemotherapy to try and slow down the cancer she was becoming weaker not like it stopped her from doing her work at Grace and Bunny’s Haven. Bucky tried and failed to get her to slow down but she wouldn’t, couldn’t as she wanted to continue being there for those who came to her for help before she passed.

“Nanny sweetie” Y/n looked down to see Quinn staring up at her with those wide green eyes that she loved so much.

“You want a sweetie darling?”

“Yes pwease nanny”

“Who am I to say no to you huh? Go ahead and get one sweetheart”

“You spoil her too much you know mom” Stevie said as he came into the living room where she was.

“I know I do but look at them cheeks”

Stevie stood by the couch and stared down at his mom, his heart ached at seeing her looking weak, something he never thought he would ever see or say about his mom. To him she was the strongest person he had even known and possibly would ever know. It had been just over a year since her diagnosis and though she was getting chemotherapy it wasn’t doing much other than delay the inevitable.

Two months prior Y/n and Bucky celebrated their fortieth anniversary, their children planned and organised a party for them at their home. Family and friends were all there to celebrate the love and memories of their time together.

Y/n cried at the surprise and seeing all their loved ones all together, Bucky cried knowing it was the last anniversary they were going to celebrate.

“H-how are you feeling today mom?”

“I’m okay don’t worry about me pumpkin”

“Mom-“ he sighed softly he knew she was still putting up a front, still trying to keep up a positive outlook though all those around her could see her smile fading everyday. “How are you, really?”

“I-I’m scared of dying if I’m honest Stevie, b-but like I told your dad I’ve lived a great life so I’m okay with what’s happening”

Stevie sits next to his mom holding her hands as he started to struggle with keeping his tears at bay. The strongest person he knows had just told him that she was scared. He didn’t realise that he had tears falling from his eyes until Y/n reached out and wiped his cheeks.

“Oh don’t cry my dear boy, everything will be okay I just know it”

“B-but you’re going to die mom, your d-dying an-an-and I can’t do anything to s-stop it from happening” Stevie stuttered out, he was always the one out of the four siblings that wanted to help everyone and anyone, he always felt like he had failed somehow if he couldn’t help people.

“St-Stevie look at me- oh my sweet boy everything is going to be okay I promise. You can’t control this and neither can I but everything will be okay”

“B-but what do I do without you momma?”

“Live your life to the fullest, love until your heart and soul are content, make memories and for the love of god keep being yourself Stevie. And when things get tough just look up at the sky night or day and just know I’m looking down on you, even though I’m not going to be here physically doesn’t mean your getting away from me, alright?”

Stevie nods with tears running down his cheeks, hugging his mom tightly and promising her that he will do everything she told him too. They separate when Quinn comes stumbling over with chocolate all over her face, smiling widely not understanding the conversation between her dada and nanny.

A month after having that conversation with Stevie, Y/n took a turn for the worse. Bucky knew the end was near for his Bunny, when that realisation hit him he went to the toilet and puked up.

On Wednesday 20th August, Bucky stood from the doorway watching his wife, his one and true love, his Bunny sleeping in their bed, his coloured eyes went from her face to her chest to make sure it was still rising.

“Y-you watching me sleep Ducky?” Her soft voice whispered filling in the quiet room.

“Of course my sweet Bunny”

“Duck-“

“Not today baby please”

“I-I don’t think I have another d-day in me Duck”

“Pl-please Bun”

Y/n smiled weakly, slowly patting the bed for him to come over. Holding his hand she raised his hand to her lips where she placed a lingering kiss to his knuckles.

“I-I don’t want the kids being in the room when I go Ducky, please promise me that they won’t be here.”

“Why?”

“It’s not fair on them to see me go Ducky, so please promise me”

“I-I promise Bunny, I promise”

Hand in hand for about thirty minutes, Bucky slowly stood and stumbled downstairs to grab his phone. Ringing Georgia his voice shook as he told her that she needed to get everyone to the house so that they could say their goodbyes, leaning heavily against the counter his heart cracking when he could hear his oldest child breaking down on the other end of the phone, he could hear Billy’s voice cracking in the background as he tried to get their children ready.

Coming off the phone to Georgia he rang Jamie to tell him the same, he knew he was currently with the twins. He rang Tony, then Steve asking his longest friend if he could tell everyone else, he simply couldn’t have that conversation once again. Climbing the stairs and heading into their bedroom Bucky sighed a breath of relief when he noticed her chest still rising and falling, he let her know that everyone was on their way. 

“Duck, have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Every day for the past forty three years” Bucky admits with a smile.

“Thank you for the best years of my life James, you’ve al-always made me happy you know? You’re my world, my light, my better half my love, I’ve lived a life full of happiness and I’ve known true love because of you, so thank you Ducky”

Bucky makes no attempt to wipe the heavy stream of tears away, he tries to find the words to tell her how much she means to him but before he could find them the bedroom door opens revealing his greatest achievements.

Their children.

Bucky sits back and lets his children and best friends say their goodbyes in their own ways, his heart feeling heavier and heavier the longer they are there. He sits there with his hand in hers watching his Bunny smile at each member of their very large family, he knows that she accepted her fate the moment the doctor told her the news, he knows even though she’s scared of death and of the unknown that comes with it, scared of leaving her loved ones behind and of the thought of never seeing any of them again.

Despite the ending of her story coming to an end so soon she still keeps a smile on her lips, trying to show her family that it’s okay, it’s okay that she’s going to be going to sleep soon and never waking back up.

After an hour of being surrounded by the people who meant the world to her she gives Bucky a look silently telling him that it was time. Choking back a sob he tells his children and best friends that they needed to leave, each of them confused until Y/n speaks up and tells them that she doesn’t want any of them being there, each of them trying to protest - fear and the truth of what was happening making them stay in place, until Bucky gave them all a single look. 

The family they created stumbled out of the room, holding on to each other. Before shutting the door behind him Tony took one last long at his baby sister, his heart breaking at the sight in front of him.

Bucky climbing into the bed next to his only love clinging to her like a lifeline.

“I love you Bunny, I love you so much Y/n thank you for everything. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be yours. I-I love you, I love you.” Bucky whispers as he sees the eyes belonging to the only woman who he’s ever loved purely and deeply, the woman who he watched give life four times, the woman who gave his life meaning. The woman who he’s loved since he was an innocent little child who didn’t really know the meaning of love, starting to flutter closed.

“I’ll be with you soon my love” he again whispers, so terrified to speak any louder as she would hear the way his voice cracks, he needed to be strong for her. He couldn’t let her down.

Georgia walked into the room with slow timid steps. Falling to her knees with a loud thud she releases a gut wrenching sob which has her brothers, uncles and aunts flinching and bowing their heads.

“Wh-when do we get to give nanny her birthday presents?” Rory asks innocently, completely unaware of why everyone was crying.

Standing in front of so many people, many she knew, many she didn’t. Georgia though her heart ached as she stood at the podium next to her mommas coffin she smiled. Smiled at seeing that so many people had come to say goodbye and pay their respect to her beautiful mom, smiled at seeing them all dressed in bright clothes. Georgia told everyone that she didn’t want anyone wearing black.

Georgia smiled at seeing all the people who had gone to Y/n to seek help had arrived at the church. The air got caught in her throat when she saw the four women and the first man who were the first people to arrive at Y/n’s sanctuary were all sitting together.

“My mom was the greatest woman I had ever met, strong and beautiful. Her heart knew no bounds, she always saw the good in people. My mom was my best friend, the person so many people could turn to for help or a shoulder to cry on o-or just someone to hold them. My mom is and will always be my hero. Her laugh was infectious and so was her smile, my mom would make jokes about things that weren’t really funny but she would laugh and you just couldn’t help but laugh along. She truly was an inspiration to me and too many others. Her love for my dad was beyond words, she loved him so deeply and wholeheartedly, so purely. I am beyond proud to say that I am the daughter of Y/n Barnes”

She looks towards Billy who nods slowly as to encourage her to continue. She wipes the tears from her eyes.

“My dad was incredible, funny, loving and one of the kindest men I had ever met. My dad was the reason why my mom was able to create Grace and Bunny’s Haven, he supported her every step of the way, supported strangers and friends. His love like my mom’s knew no bounds-“ the feeling of her throat drying and closing has her coughing lightly.

“I’m sorry. The love my dad had for my mom was so strong that everyone who knew or just saw them together could see how much he loved her, could see that my mom was his whole world. I am beyond proud to say that I am the daughter of James Barnes”

Looking sadly at her father’s coffin lying right next to her moms she breathes deeply. “On behalf of my family I would like to say thank you to all those that have come today, thank you for donating money towards Grace and Bunny’s Haven, thank you for your kind words and stories of how our parents touched your lives. Tha-thank you”

Steve watches his niece as she steps down from the podium, her hands shaking as she moved towards Billy who stood up and took her hand in his. “I’m so proud of you baby” he whispered into her ear. He smiled at the memory of Bucky doing the same to Y/n when she spoke at Maria’s funeral.

He looks at the two coffins lying there, knowing that his two best friends were in them, knowing that one died of cancer and the other of a broken heart, made his eyes sting with unshed tears.

Y/n passed away in the arms of her Ducky.

Bucky passed away with his arms around his Bunny.

And side by side they were buried next to their parents.

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A/N: I was listening to Elvis Presley Bridge Of Troubled Water and Always On My Mind writing their deaths…and when I say I was sobbing I mean I was s. o. b. b. i. n. g.

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𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙎࿐

𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝙎 : wednesday, alice in borderland, hunger games, the bear

♡ fluff ☆ angst ☽ smut

english isn't my first language !!!

my other masterlists !!! ✨

𝙒𝙀𝘿𝙉𝙀𝙎𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏࿐

YOUR CAMERA ROLL | ♡ ☆

DATING TYLER GALPIN DATING WEDNESDAY ADDAMS DATING ENID SINCLAIR

TYLER GALPIN

DAD HEADCANONS | ♡ x werewolf!reader

YOUR DAUGHTER AT WEATHERVANE | ♡

YOUR DAUGHTER SEEING HIM AS THE HYDE PT. 2 | ♡ ☆

HOW TYLER WOULD DRESS UP YOUR SON | ♡

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS | ♡ ☆

TASTE OF YOU | ♡ x vampire!fem!reader

you accidentally bite him.

I DID IT FOR YOU | ♡

wednesday has a plan for you to stay away from tyler after she found out he's the hyde.

LET IT RECORD | ☽

he sets up his phone to do a photoshoot of you two in his room but he ends up catching even something better.

GOOD GOSSIP | ♡ x vampire!fem!reader

you and tyler love a good gossip, and you guys are the biggest wenclair stans. little did you know that the girls root for you and him as much as you two siletly root for them.

XAVIER THORPE

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS | ♡ ☆

LOVER | ♡ ☆ ☽

you go to xavier for comfort after finding out that your boyfriend tyler is the hyde.

𝘼𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝙄𝙉 𝘽𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏࿐

KISSES | ♡ includes chishiya, niragi, arisu, kuina, kyuma, usagi

CHISHIYA SHUNTARO

BACK TO YOU | ♡ ☆

you win the games and wake up in the hospital, remembering everything and not knowing if chishiya made it.

MEDICINE | ♡ ☆

chishiya refused to use medicine in the borderlands until you came one day injured.

𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙊𝙉 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏࿐

DAEMON TARGARYEN

THE ROGUE PRINCE AND THE FORBIDDEN LADY | ☽ x stark!reader

daemon takes you to meet caraxes and asks you if you've ever ridden a dragon.

SHORT HAIR SUITS YOU | ♡ ☆ ☽

he comes home hurt after taking the stepstones and you take care of him

AEMOND TARGARYEN

HIS PERSONAL REVENGE | ☆

you defended prince lucerys when aemond wanted to put out his eye in lord borros baratheon castle which ended up in you betraying the greens and getting into an argument with aemond.

𝙃𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝙂𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏࿐

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

KISSING THEM | ♡️ ☆ includes coryo, peeta, sejanus, finnick

FINNICK ODAIR

IF IT WEREN'T FOR THE BABY | ☆ x tribute!reader

during finnick's interview with caesar before the quarter quell, he reveals something that makes your blood boil.

HEART TO HEART | ♡️ ☆

it's hard to get your life back on track when the capitol has gotten inside your head but finnick is there to help you. you were enjoying a party in district 13 when you discovered something that triggered you.

A SEASHORE CONFESSION | ♡️ ☆ x tribute!reader

finnick opens up about his feelings for the first time in the arena of the quarter quell.

THREE LIES AT ONCE | ♡️ ☆ x capitol citizen!fem!reader

you're finnick's stylist and you discover bruises on him.

FRIENDS, ALLIES OR LOVERS | ♡️ x tribute!reader

you're lost in the jungle with finnick during the quarter quell and you notice how much he stares at your lips.

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙍 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏࿐

RICHIE JERIMOVICH

ONLY FOR HIS GIRLS | ♡️

on his day off, carmy calls richie to come help him at the restaurant and you have to look after his daughter eva.

[swaqcenix]

༻ My Impossible Oiseau | Miss Peregrine ༺

Summary: Ophelia Kestrel is an ymbryne who flees to Miss Peregrine’s loop. The police knock, and all she must do is pretend to be married to Miss Peregrine. That, and not fall in love. Just don’t fall in love with Miss Peregrine for 2 months.

Warnings: 18+, heavy angst, trauma and blood mentions, death, betrayal, eventual smut, a lot of fluff! hurt/comfort, violence and panic attacks

Trope: Forbidden love, fake dating, fake marriage, lying and betrayal, age!gap (legal), friends to lovers?

Pairings: Alma Peregrine x fem!OC

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⇾ Chapter 1: Death by Cuts

⇾ Chapter 2: The tomb of Silence

⇾ Chapter 3: Little white Lies

⇾ Chapter 4: Handprints on my Soul

more to be added soon!!

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Artemisia x FemReader

A Princess and a Commander

A/N: I haven’t written for Artemisia in a while and I missed writing for her, so when I saw a story that gave me the perfect inspiration I knew I had to give it a go.

Warnings: None

Persia was one of the greatest empires of its time and none could match it strength in battle nor its wealth in knowledge. As such like a great and successful things, there was always someone or something wishing to topple them.

Persia was ruled by the great King Darius he was your father and you were the Princess and Persia's greatest treasure.

There had been threats recently in the capital against your family, this wasn't an uncommon assurance though it seemed the threats were becoming more frequent and closer to home and suddenly the entire palace was on high alert.

You were currently sitting in court to your father's left, whilst your brother Xerxes was sitting to his left. Matters were being discussed and disputes were being settled but you struggled to keep your attention focused entirely on the matters at hand.

your mind drifted from the throne room you were sitting to the ports and watersides that surrounded your home, to you there was nothing more beautiful than the sea and if you could anywhere at that moment, it certainly wouldn't be sitting in a room discussing politics whilst sitting looking beautiful. Instead it would be sitting by the water's edge admiring the soft sounds of the water as it rippled and flowed.

"Y/n," a voice called out though it was faint and almost inaudible when it reached your ears, your mind still wandering by the sea. "Y/n!" The voice was much louder this time and it jolted you quickly out of your thoughts.

"Yes," You called out, head turning from one side to another unsure as to who spoke your name and trying to locate the disturber. It was clear though, when you meant the slightly annoyed face of your father, that it was he who was calling for you.

"Y/n, Why weren't you listening?" he asked you, his voice was stern and almost disappointed, though he could never truly bring himself to actually sound angry at you. Now you felt guilty for not paying attention and you worried that you may have missed something important, due to his tone.

"I'm sorry father," You began to answer, upset with yourself for ignoring him even though it was unintentional, "I'm not quite sure what happened, could you repeat yourself please?" You asked him kindly, giving a vague explanation as to why you hadn't answered.

"I was explaining that I've called a guest to stay at the palace for the indefinite future, they'll be assigned to yourself to keep you safe these next coming weeks." Your father kept eye contact with you as he spoke, leaning on the left of his throne to be closer to you.

"Why on earth do I need a bodyguard," You asked him, though it seemed you hadn't though your words through before you'd said them, as they came across harshly due to raised voice and unruly tone. You were no longer sat but instead standing as you looked down at your father annoyed. Why did you need a bodyguard, there were plenty of soldiers around the palace and you could take care of yourself, you weren't a child anymore.

"Y/n keep your voice down, I don't want any back talk. This is for your own safety, you know the threats that have been made, it's to keep you safe." Even now, after you'd raised your voice at him and stood taller them him, your father wasn't angry, if anything he was more concerned than anything, is eyes conveying enough sincerity to confirm the worry but even that couldn't defuse your anger.

"I bet Xerxes isn't getting a bodyguard," You argued, pointing at your brother that sat your father's left. He'd kept himself out of the conversation thus fair but now you'd quite literally dragged him into it and he seemed less than pleased with that.

"Of course he's not, your brother can protect of himself against a threat but Y/n you haven't had much training and can barely keep your attention on the matter in the room longer than five minutes," Your father began to say to you, deciding to reason with facts than scolding. "How do you expect to me leave defenceless when your life could be at risk and you wouldn't even notice.”

You knew he was only looking out for you, he was your father of course he was and it wasn't like he was making up these facts either. Each one had been true, though the attention span one was slightly dramatised, you could pay attention to things, if anything you had some of the best hearing you knew of it. You only didn't pay attention during court and other formal gatherings because it was always the same old story being repeated for the hundredth time and it got boring very quickly.

You could tell by the look in your father's eyes that there was no arguing your way out for this and as such you wouldn't waste your breath, so instead you hung your head low and asked "When will this man be arriving?”

"They, will be arriving two days from now, until then you'll have to palace guards accompanying you during the day." Your father spoke matter of factly and now you already hated this man that would be showing up and stealing away your freedom for the foreseeable future.

"Alright father," You responded disappointed with what you had been told and quickly you left the throne room, deciding to retire to your chambers for the rest of the evening but even then you heard two of the guards from room, following closely behind you and you already detested this arrangement.

The next morning followed a very uneventful evening, you hadn't dared leave your rooms because you didn't want to be followed by two men, so instead you lock your rooms doors and curled up by the window with a book, not retiring for the night until the sky was the darkest shade of navy and the stars were brighter than before.

You'd taken your sweet time getting ready that morning, if you were going to followed by to guards, then you were going to annoy the life out of them until they were begging your father to relieve them of the duties to protect you.

Then once this 'Bodyguard' arrived you'd do the exact same thing to him and even more and you just knew he'd be running to the other end of Persia driven into madness by his Princess and then your father would have no choice but to give up and return your freedom back to you.

You'd taken an extra twenty minutes longer then usual, though you'd actually spent some of that time reading and dancing about your room, since you already knew that you really couldn't take longer then half an hour to get ready, so you tried filling out the time by doing other activities.

You knew you'd already annoyed the two guards who were to follow you for the next two days, there annoyed grunts and heavy footing was giving their annoyance towards you away. Though they'd never dare saying anything directly to you as you were their Princess and therefore you held the power with the situation.

Breakfast was much different to usual, accept from the fact that you made more of a point to talk to your brother rather than your father, as you were still greatly annoyed by his decision to strip you of your freedom. People could call you childish for doing such a thing and in all honesty you knew it was but quite frankly you didn't care and quite frankly why would you call an adults actions childish because unlike a child, an adult would always have a reason to back up their decisions.

After breakfast had concluded you'd left with a simple glance and goodbye towards your father, you could certainly hold a grudge. You didn't have any royal responsibilities to attend to today so as you walked down one of the many corridors of the palace, your mind thought through all the things you could do.

After walking out of the dining hall all your ears could hear was the heavy foot falls of the palace guards following you but when you rounded a corner and began walking down a new corridor it went quiet.

You didn't care enough to stop and check why the noises had stopped, and quite frankly looking down at the floor and being in your own little world, was far more satisfying.

The only problem was that you because your focus was on the ground and not in front of you, you hadn't been watching where you were going and not long after the corridor had gone quiet, you knocked into something hard and had to stop yourself from falling to the floor.

Your quickly regained your balance and began to look up as you steadied yourself, you were now angry that someone had knocked into you but in reality you were really only angry with yourself for yet again paying attention to your surroundings.

"Hey! watch were your going," you exclaimed in a loud and very un-Princess like voice, your tone slightly angered as you looked upon the person who you'd knocked into.

You expected to be looking upon a servant at the very most some advisor of your father's waiting for an audience but you certainly weren't expecting to see a woman, dress half like a lady and half like a soldier and suddenly you had to stop yourself from gaping.

You'd never seen a woman like her, she had black hair and blue, though her eyes were a little hard to make out due to the black eye makeup she was wearing. None of the ladies a court ever wore anything but a gown and though you were always more partially in dress, you did enjoy something a little less feminine when down by the sea.

"I beg your pardon," This wasn't voice was heavier than your own, her tone wasn't angry like yours but almost surprised and amused at once, as if she'd never had someone talk to her like that and she found it amusing.

Not one to admit you were wrong in front of a stranger you continued with your annoyance, "You walked into me, the very least you can do is apologise." You argued against this woman's amused tone but it seemed your statement had only amused her more and endeared her on.

"Alright I'll play along," She whispered it seemed the comment was more to herself then you and then you could see how her demeanour changed "I'm so very sorry my lady," She began to speak and immediately you could hear her words dripping with sarcasm. "Whilst you have me apologising would you also like me to brush hair and tie your shoes.”

It didn't matter that your anger towards the woman before was fake and instead anger towards yourself, now you were truly angry with her, not only was her amused smirk and sarcasm deeply irritating but her words were down right insulting, either she didn't know who you were or she very clearly didn't care.

"How dare you," Your voice was elevated as you raised your head and began to walk past the crude woman, knocking her shoulder on your way past. "Arrogant arse," You mumbled under your breath not caring whether this disrespectful woman had heard you or not but unbeknownst to you she had.

Once you'd neared the end of the corridor you heard your guards running down to catch up to you, though you did wonder why they stopped in the first place, strange.

You'd decided to spend the rest of your day in the gardens, having your lunch being brought out instead of eating inside and then you'd tended to some of the plants had read some more of your book, before finishing the day of with some scripture writing.

Dinner was similar to breakfast, in the way that it was uneventful though you'd decided that you couldn't ignore your father for the rest of your life. So after being nudged and encouraged along by your brother, you finally cave and spent the last bit of dinner having a conversation with your father, that thankfully had nothing to do with your safety or guarding arrangements.

[notmanagingmymischief]

ᴀʟᴍᴀ ᴘᴇʀᴇɢʀɪɴᴇ | ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ, ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ

the original title was going to be "imagine having the peculiarity of flight" but it became too long to be an imagine. still, this is basically "you have wings and also the strong primal urge to give everyone you love a fucking heart attack". :)

did i make this because i wanted an excuse to write about wings and because i think maleficent's wings are fucking gorgeous and I want them? yes. and do i realize that it's a bit strange to be able to hide wings at will? yes. but it's my universe and i can do what i please.

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title source: "take me to church" by hozier (but you all knew that already.)

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warnings: light swearing, mentions of suicide (assumptions, no one actually gets hurt or attempts with the intention of dying), vague descriptions of police brutality

word count: 5.9K

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"Hey y/n?" You hear your name from next to you and look over at Fiona, who stares at you curiously. "Yeah, honey?" you replied, and Fiona smiled at the pet name as she asked "What's your peculiarity? You've been here for...forever, but you've never told anyone!" A smirk threatened to break out on your face. But you push it down and clear your throat before stating "Well, it hasn't really come up!" Fiona nods, figuring you're right. Still she doesn't drop it and exclaims "You should show us!" The brunette's excitement is palpable, and at the possibility that you'll finally reveal your oh-so-secret peculiarity, more children crowd around you, mostly the younger ones. But eventually the chatter gains Horace's attention, then Emma's, and so on. Eventually almost all of the kids have started asking you, pleading with you, to show them. You're nothing too special, not on the outside, so they figure you must have some really cool power that you've been holding out on them. Finally, after minutes of nagging, you sigh dramatically and stand with a flare, exclaiming “Fine! I shall show you!”

Immediately the crowd erupts into cheers, and they all excitedly follow you towards the house. You walk through the door and past the kitchen, where there looks to be Alma doing something. She hears the commotion and glances over, immediately catching the attention of Emma who calls out “Miss Peregrine, come watch! Y/n’s gonna show us her peculiarity!” The ymbryne, always eager to learn more, perks up and tilts her head to the side curiously. “Oh?” she says, and you throw her a playful smile. “Yes, Alma," you purr, "come watch,” before slipping round a corner and out if her sight. The teasing lilt in your voice piques Alma’s interest as well, so with a sigh she finally follows after the group. You lead them upstairs, and then, somehow, onto the roof through an opening Alma wasn't aware existed. She's extremely wary about letting children on such a high roof, so the ymbryne quickly calls out "I believe the younger children can watch from outside. I don't want them on the roof." You hum, agreeing with Alma and ushering them back downstairs amidst their whines. Eventually you return to the house, scampering up the ladder where the rest already stand waiting.

Emma and Alma seem to be right at home, Enoch is bored, and Abe is nervous. But whatever. The other kids all stand crowded on the ground watching as you approach the ledge after hopping up onto the platform that holds one of the pinnacles on the house. You look down and see a straight drop to the ground; death stares up at you should you trip. Casual as can be, you swing your legs around, on the precipice of a nasty fall. Turning to face Alma and the others, all watching you with palpable worry, you grin and exclaim "Ready?" Alma calls out "Y/n please be careful, get away from the ledge!" and you smile warmly, shouting back "But I wanna show you guys my peculiarity!" Alma is still not having it and goes to ask you again, before you 'accidentally' trip and tumble backwards with a dramatic gasp, off the platform. Alma lunges automatically but she's much too far away to do anything, so she watches as you disappear and screams your name. Emma screams too, and Alma prepares to transform and try to help, genuinely convinced she just allowed her children to watch you kill yourself. But just before she can, a vaguely human shaped form shoots past her vision and into the sky, corkscrewing through the air and sending the strongest gust of wind Alma's ever felt against her and the others. She stumbles backwards, nearly tripping herself on the roof tiles, heart racing and wide eyes staring to the clouds.

A moment later that same form comes hurtling back down at breakneck speed, directly towards the building, and without warning, just before it can collide with the roof, pulls itself upright and skids to a halt in the sky. The screams have faded as most of the peculiars can barely breathe from the rollercoaster of emotions they just experienced, but Alma stares at...you. Well, she thinks it's you. It looks like you, sounds like you. It must be you. Even with the addition of wings the size of your entire body. "Hey guys! Whatcha think?" Oh yes, that's definitely you. Immediately the panic in Alma's veins is replaced by liquid fury and she storms forward, pulls you down from the air by your wrist, and firmly slaps you across the face. "You--you just jumped off my roof! What the hell is wrong with you?!" It's not often that Alma yells, she barely swears, and the combination of both is never brought out in front of the children. But the ymbryne is so genuinely pissed at you that she doesn't even consider her words. You cup your cheek, stinging painfully, but are aware that you deserved it.

So instead of being upset you slip your arm a bit further out of her grasp so you can clutch her hand tightly. "I'm sorry Alma. I just wanted to have a bit of fun," you mutter, stepping closer so you can carefully run your fingers across her cheek. You don't expect her voice to crack the way it does when she whispers "I thought I'd just watched you die, y/n. That wasn't funny." Your mood drops, and your wings droop sadly. Without thinking you wrap the woman up in your arms, wings cocooning around the two of you as you hold her tightly to your body. She pushes her face into your neck and grips the cloth of your shirt, but doesn't make a sound. When the two of you part again, Alma takes a deep breath before brushing herself off and muttering “Well then. Now that that’s all over, would you like to explain how you’ve managed to hide this from me?” You laugh loudly, rearing the wings on your back, flaring them out and using them to send you into the air with a single strong stroke. “What, these old things?” you ask, flipping around in the air, and even though Alma’s still mad, the woman can’t help but smile at the happiness on your face. She knows the joys of flying, but can’t really imagine the way it must feel to still have a body. A human one, that is.

So the ravenette chuckles and crosses her arms, absently noticing the distinct lack of onlookers, the rest of the children giving you two some privacy to make up after your unfortunate prank. “I dunno. You’ve never asked,” you exclaim, hovering in the air even as the repetitive beating of your wings creates a breeze on Alma’s face. “Come down here, young lady,” she says, and you obey without question, not stumbling when you return to the roof’s surface. “Yes?” you ask, and Alma circles you slowly, watching you instinctively open your wings, showing off however unknowingly. Though she suspects you do know this time, as your chin raises proudly when her hand runs over a patch of soft feathers. They’re sleek and shiny, attached to sinewy muscles that can clearly carry more than their weight with ease. Nearly black in color, they merge with your back seamlessly. Absently, Alma murmurs “Perhaps I should call you angel. Even though you might as well be a devil with the heart attack you gave me,” and doesn’t know if she loves or hates the breathy little laugh you let out. She does, however, relish in the shiver that wracks your body when she grazes long nails across the root of the limbs, the way they flutter on their own at the feeling. Satisfied, Alma finally hums and completes her circle, arriving in front of you again to state “Impressive, I have to say.”

You smile, a bit shy at the sudden attention after going so long without any sort of fanfare. Still it makes your skin tingle pleasantly and you nod. After a moment of deliberation, you hold your hand out to the ymbryne, a playful smile hovering on your lips. Alma glances at it warily and arches a brow in question. She doesn’t get anything except the smile becoming a beaming grin, and finally takes your hand. Somehow the ymbryne doesn’t expect you to pull her towards your body violently and sweep her into your arms with a shriek of your name. Her arm automatically winds itself around your neck to keep herself tethered to you only to realize that you’ve got her quite securely in her arms. She also seems to forget that, should you happen to drop her, she can also fly. Cheeks burning and chest heaving, Alma smacks your shoulder as you continue cackling over her panic. “Sorry Alma! That was priceless though!” you exclaim, looking down at her in your arms, scowling at you—though you’d call it less of a scowl and more of an adorable sort of pout—and give her an innocent smile. The ravenette mumbles something probably offensive against your mother that you can’t quite understand, but goes silent as she finally pays attention to where you’re taking her. You seem to have circled around the house, as there are now children screaming up at you excitedly, no doubt catching sight of their headmistress still clutched against your chest and screaming louder.

Alma groans and drops her head to your shoulder, muttering “I’m never going to live this down.” You laugh and shake your head, putting on a burst of speed with an especially strong flap of your wings that takes you above the clouds. You stop moving, allowing you to linger in the air for a moment, Alma’s heart in her throat and yours racing as you watch her, before your body plummets down with the force of gravity. “Watch this,” you murmur into her temple as you curl your body around hers, diving towards the ground rapidly. The earth comes up to greet you, reaching it’s arms toward your forms, but before you crash violently you once again extend your wings and it sends you hurtling upwards. Your huge wingspan effectively parts the clouds, dissolving them with the pure force of wind that hits them as you pass. As you laugh wildly, finally free again, Alma can’t help but laugh breathlessly along with you, tipping her head back and extending her free arm to the side, fingers splayed to feel the cold wind rush through them. Flying in bird form is one thing, but this? This is something completely different. Something so much more freeing, more chaotic and wild and amazing. It leaves Alma gasping for air when you finally sweep around, slowing yourself down until you can smoothly settle in the highest branches of a tree, overlooking the entire property and most of the town below.

As Alma catches her breath, still in your arms, your grin dims to a warm smile once again, watching over your home silently. This is one of your favorite places in the loop. Your fingers absently brush against Alma's knees as your wings flutter in the gentle breeze. The ravenette, finally able to breathe again, looks down and immediately regrets it, quickly looking back up. Again, heights are only scary when there's the possibility of falling without the addition of wings, which Alma did not have at the moment. So instead she sits up a bit further in your arms, able to lean her back against the tree with her legs dangling across your lap and over the edge. You glance over at the woman and mutter "So, have I earned your forgiveness? Or do I have to resort to...other methods?" Alma swears she sees your gaze drop for a split second, but it's on her eyes again so quickly that she assumes she'd imagined it. Still, the possibility makes her heart skip a beat, even as she clears her throat and calmly replies "You're not forgiven, but I am...impressed." You smile coyly and nod once, looking away and back to the house. The children have returned to playing, most of them at least, and you're glad that Alma can still see them from here so that she doesn't have to worry that they're getting into trouble.

The ravenette's eyes stay on you, namely the large appendages on your back. They're folded up against you, the feathers ruffling in the gentle breeze and muscles twitching occasionally. Part of her wants to touch them again, something about the wings strangely enticing, but she doesn't want to make you uncomfortable so she says nothing. That is, until you giggle and murmur "You can touch them if you'd like," catching Alma a bit by surprise. She blushes gently at the fact that you noticed her gaze, and prepares to deny it, but you quickly state "You've been staring for the past five minutes, Alma. Really, I don't mind." Alma huffs quietly but with the encouragement can't help but reach out and once again graze her fingertips over edge of your right wing. It's soft and warm against her skin, and she can feel the faintest twitch at her touch. You let out a tiny breath, the feeling of her gentle caress, so unused to having others physically interacting with you that it was strange to receive so much attention all at once. Alma's fingers slide down further, tracing the length of the pinion before reaching over and glancing across the outer feathers and to the soft downy fluff that resides lower on the extremity.

Neither of you speak as Alma does this, her eyes glued to her work, intently observing each and every movement and reaction that her touch caused. You stay silent and allow her to do whatever she wants--not that you'd ever deny the woman anything she asked for--enjoying yourself quite immensely. When Alma finally stops and retracts her hand she whispers "Fascinating. How do they work?" You smile and reply "It's strange. They're like a completely unique movement. Like, I assumed it would be a movement of my back muscles, but they've literally got their own specific ones that I use." You chuckle, "It's very hard to explain." Alma nods and looks back to your face when you turn to look at her, mirroring your smile as she states "I understand. This is all really quite..." she pauses, looking to be searching for a word to use, "confusing. Why did you wait so long to reveal this? And how in the world did you keep it from me?" That one makes you grin, honestly having asked yourself the same question many times before. "Seriously? I have no idea. Like I honestly assumed you knew and were just pretending to be clueless, just to mess with me or something," you say, and Alma rolls her eyes, shifting slightly on your lap.

"I'm kidding. But I guess I was just nervous. I mean, the rest of you have such cool abilities and I've just got these old things. Not very special." Alma gives you an incredulous look and, as though you've personally offended her, exclaims "That's ridiculous! Do you think that having wings isn't impressive?" It makes you laugh loudly and pat her thigh reassuringly, stating "Yes yes, hype me up all you want, Alma. I simply was scared they would think it's...weird, or--or not cool, or something." The headmistress is glaring at you by now, though it's not malicious and more scolding. Lips pursed and brows tight, Alma is visibly irritated, but you just smile back innocently, raising a wing and pushing it lightly against her shoulder as one would their hand. It doesn't phase the woman since she scoffs and crosses her arms, giving you a look. "Nonsense," she mutters, and you look away, still smiling though not gracing her with a response. Silence falls again for a few minutes, but eventually you take a deep breath and ask "Well, would you like to return? Or could I steal you away for a little while longer?" Alma cocks a brow up in question, checks her watch. She stares at it for a moment, calculating, and finally replies "I suppose I can humor you for a few more minutes. But I'm to return in six minutes and seventeen seconds to begin dinner, understood?" You nod and promise to keep her schedule before scooping her back up with little more than a breath, and tip forward off the branch to soar over the property once again.

Since you'd revealed your peculiarity, you haven't had to hide your wings very often anymore, mostly just when you sleep. They're large and can be inconvenient at times, but they've also come in handy a couple times--namely when Claire decided to try and climb a tree and ended up falling. Luckily you had been there to see her falling and had the presence of mind to push yourself into the air before she could hit the ground. It earned you a grateful, distraught embrace from Alma, knowing that if you hadn't been there Claire could have gotten seriously injured, especially from such a height. The little blonde bounced back within five minutes. But today is one of those days where they're neither helpful nor obstructive, as you chill on the roof, feet hanging off the edge and wings stretched out behind you. Your eyes rake over the property, not seeing anything particularly interesting for some time, though you don't mind. But after a while, a new figure approaches the house, and you have to squint to see them properly. Once they get close enough you can see a uniform and realize that it's an officer. A heavy sigh falls from your lips and you shake your head, finally registering the lack of Hugh, Emma, and Millard's presences. Of course they did it again.

You watch the officer walk towards your home, finally nearing the steps and slipping out of your line of sight. So you jump off the ledge and use your wings to glide through the air and with one great push land on a nice stable branch, standing there with your arms crossed and watching from a distance as the guy knocks on the door. A moment passes before Alma answers it, of course, and you're close enough to see her expression sour when she lays eyes on him. She says something, you assume he responds, and they have a short conversation that you can't hear. When it takes quite some time, you figure that Alma's going to have to kill him, again, but then he nods and turns to leave, the headmistress closing the door. You're pleasantly surprised and hum to yourself in appreciation. You have to give it to her, Alma's quite the manipulator when it comes down to it. Your eyes don't leave the policeman as he walks away, narrowing when he pauses on the edge of the property to stare at the kids. Something about the way he's watching them sets you on edge, but you don't take action until he finally steps towards them, at which time you decide that, nope, he's not gonna touch your kids, and take off towards him. You fly down to the ground behind him, bare feet hitting the ground without a sound, before calling out "Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?"

With your wings extended completely to the sides and your arms crossed, you're more than terrifying of a sight when the policeman turns around to face you, and a gasp is ripped from his throat when he sees you. "What th--What the hell are you?!" he exclaims, hand grappling for the baton at his waist. Your eyes catch the movement and you tense automatically, but you stay calm and state "I ask the questions around here. Now what do you think you're doing around my children?" Your gaze is fiery and your stance wide, your wings flaring dangerously when he doesn't respond. It finally gets him to splutter "You--You're a freak, stay away from me!" The statement makes your fists clench and blood boil, and you take a threatening step forward, arms dropping to the side and wings still poised menacingly. You plan to just frighten him enough to scare him away, keep your kids safe since the way he was looking at them was anything but innocent. But you're too focused on his body language and expression to notice his right hand tightening around the handle of his baton until it's too late. Before you can react the officer has yanked the weapon from his belt and lunged, bringing the hard metal down on your arm. You shriek in pain, but can't even retaliate before he's attacking you again, this time getting a solid hit to your left wing that most likely breaks a few of it's delicate bones.

Again you let out a yelp, stumbling away in a panic and attempting to fly away. But your wing is throbbing and you can't physically force yourself to use it as every time you move the thing it feels like it's being ripped off. In your effort to get away you end up accidentally tripping over your own feet, tears blurring your vision as you land on your back, injuring you further. You're down and no longer pose any sort of threat to the officer, but yet he doesn't back away, gritting his teeth and spitting "You freak! You're a freak of nature, ya never shoulda been born!" You let out a sob and try to curl into yourself, attempting to use your wings as a shield but refusing to get them hurt again, so you're forced to deal with his repeated strikes to your arms as you raise them to cover your face. "Stop! Stop it!" you scream, pleading with him to stop, but he isn't listening. As he raises his hands above his head, poised once again to strike, he's suddenly jerked backwards and away from you quite violently. You watch in shock as Alma stands there, panting a bit but eyes flaring with anger. "No one touches her," she growls before jumping him, and you look away when you see the glint of a blade in her hand, not quite willing to see the act. It's more than enough to hear the disgusting noise of it entering his body, though his shouts are very satisfying. Karma's a bitch.

The pain is crippling and you let out another whimper as you try to sit up, praying to the stars that you're not hurt too terribly bad. The sound catches Alma's attention and within an instant she's on you, hushing you quietly and stopping you from moving too much. "It's alright, don't move sweetheart. I'm going to help you," she murmurs, and she refuses to acknowledge the shake in her voice. You just whine lowly and breathe "Alma, it hurts," to which the ymbryne replies "I know, I know it does. But it'll be okay, it'll feel better soon, I promise." You trust her entirely, and have no problem with allowing her to guide you back inside, even as every movement hurts. You were lucky enough to not sustain any damage to your legs, it's just your arms and wing. Alma helps you carefully sit down on a chair in the kitchen, mumbling quiet words of encouragement, and finally you're settled as best as you can be. The children are the farthest thing from your mind as the pain nearly consumes you, but still you choke "Tell me the children are alright. I--I was just doing it to prote-tect them," and Alma nods, assuring you that they're completely safe. "You're lucky they were nearby and had the sensibility to find me," she states, already inspecting your injured wing, which droops onto the floor limply. You just nod.

Some time passes, and eventually Alma mumbles "It's not broken too badly, just fractured I think. Same with your arm. As for your shoulder...." she gently runs her thumb across the aching muscle, "that's just going to bruise, luckily." You swallow dryly, weakly nodding again and asking her how to fix your wing. The ravenette worries her lower lip for a moment, and even in your state you still feel a familiar desire bubble up in your chest, make your own lips tingle with electricity. You push it away and listen as Alma states "Admittedly, I've never treated wings this size. But I'm sure I'll figure something out."

And Alma does figure it out, eventually. It took some brainstorming and a bit of experimentation, but after a few tries she gets it down, along with your arm, and within the hour you're bandaged up, and while you're still in pain at least you know that Alma will be there to help you heal.

It takes around six weeks for you to heal; most days so far have been horrendous. But the kids have been assisting you, as has Alma, and finally the time has come for your last bandages to come off. So you sit patiently in front of Alma as she carefully assesses your arm, and then your wing, before she finally nods to herself and at last begins to unwrap your arm. It makes you hiss a bit, but the pain is just a faint sting by now, so you just grin and bare it, as they say. The ymbryne works efficiently, focused determinedly on her task, until the limb is free of it's bindings. "Try to move it, slowly," she requests, and you obey, gradually extending the arm and moving it about until you're comfortable with it again. That's not to say you'll be going around punching things quite yet, but it's definitely healing. Alma then moves onto your wing, taking a but more time as the wrappings are much more complicated. But she gets it done, and you repeat the same process. "You won't be flying for a few more days, a week most likely," Alma states, and as much as you want to start flying again, you know that she's right and begrudgingly nod. With that, Alma drops the dressings in the bin and returns to your side, cupping your chin in one hand and tilting your face up.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. I wish--I wish I could have gotten there faster," she breathes, and the amount of emotion in her eyes makes you tear up and quickly mumble "It's fine, Alma. He's gone, and I'd do it all again if it meant keeping you all safe." The ymbryne's brows furrow and her expression twists, visibly upset, but as your hand settles on top of hers and you smile reassuringly, she at last smiles back and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. Your skin heats up under her lips and you drop your gaze as soon as she pulls away, uncharacteristically bashful. Alma chuckles quietly, running her thumb over your cheek before finally pulling away, leaving you alone in the kitchen until you finally muster up the strength to go outside.

Luckily, it only takes an extra week for Alma to finally allow you to try flying again. When she finally says yes you squeal and bounce a few times, grinning and shrieking a thank you before running outside. Your wings flare out the second you step foot on the grass, and you figure out how best to do this. Luckily Alma has decided to follow you, and she quickly states "Start from a height, and go from there. It'll most likely be easier than going from the ground. It makes sense, so you nod and look around, not wanting to go anywhere too high just in case but needing enough room to glide. Finally you settle on the lowest branch of a tree, and after some persuasion, manage to convince Emma to float you up there, with the assistance of Alma's holding her rope. Once you're nice and secure, you smile and mutter "Thank you darling," and the blonde smiles before replying "I'm excited to see you fly again. We all are, you know." You chuckle nervously, nodding and rubbing the back of your neck. "Uh, yeah. Hopefully I don't disappoint you guys." "You won't." And with that Alma carefully pulls Emma down, waiting until she's gotten her boots back on before thanking and dismissing her--though really all Emma does is hide behind a bush instead of leave, and Alma surely knew it.

From there you carefully stand up, catching a glimpse of Alma watching you with a guarded expression. Once again she's nervous, that you'll hurt yourself, but you smile down at her and call out "I'll be fine!" The ravenette nods, though her expression doesn't change. It's the best you're gonna get, so you mirror her nod and position yourself properly. Wings slightly open, hand loose at your sides, muscles relaxed. And with a deep, calming breath, you close your eyes, and fall forward. The ground comes up to meet you, but you suddenly extend your wings to catch the air current, and in an instant you've rocketed back up into the sky. Your eyes open and a huge smile blooms on your face as the wind hits your face, chilling your skin. But the pure joy that pumps through your veins is more than enough to keep you warm. A laugh bubbles up in your throat and you stretch your arms out wide, touching the clouds before dipping back down, wings pumping steadily and evenly, carrying you through the sky like it's nothing--there's practically no pain at all--and bring you back to Earth, fingers grazing over a hedge as you streak past the children with another excited cry. They return it just as enthusiastically, reaching their hands out as if to touch you even though you're far too high to do so. Even Enoch, who must have been coerced into coming outside, is smiling slightly by Olive's side.

Soon you return to Alma, who seems to be in the process of heading towards the children. But at the sound of your wing beats she freezes and her head snaps up towards you, a hopeful glint in her eyes, and the smile that finally arises makes your heart hammer in your chest. She claps a few times, through you can't hear her with the wind rushing in your ears, so you purposefully show off a bit, flipping and looping around until you finally have her laughing, showing more emotion than she normally would if the others were here. At last you begin to get tired, and so with one last ascent high into the sky, disappearing into the thick mist above Alma's head, hovering in the sky with your eyes closed and head raised towards the sun, before gravity finally takes ahold of you and sends you plummeting back down to the ground with a whoop. You appear once again, wings tucked tight into a dive, something Alma's done more times than she can count. Her gaze remains locked on your rapidly approaching form, trusting you to not kill yourself or her in the fall. Her trust is paid off as, meters from the grass, your wings burst forth and catch you with ease. And you hover just feet above the grass, only inches from Alma's face with a beaming grin. You're out of breath, totally disheveled, and happier than Alma's ever seen you. Not to mention more gorgeous than ever. She can't help herself from glancing down at your mouth, immediately cursing herself for it and looking back up.

But you're still there, so close to her that she can feel your labored breathing on her face from your parted lips, warm against her cool skin. "You're--that's wonderful. I'm glad that you could-" she clears her throat quietly, "could fly properly." She can't quite meet your eyes and your smile drops into a soft smile as you grasp Alma's hands to pull yourself to her without having to land, wings beating slowly and keeping you hovering. The ymbryne's breath catches in her throat as you somehow get even closer, nose ghosting over hers and hands firmly locked together. She whispers your name quietly and you murmur “Thank you for helping me. But...” your eyes drop down to Alma’s lips, “I think there’s one more thing you could do for me. If you don’t mind.” Your tone has the ravenette gasping for breath as all of the air leaves her lungs. “And how—how might that be?” she breathes, trying to ignore how close your mouth is to hers, just a hair’s breadth away from touching, but finds herself unable to do so. Yet you seem dead set on making her be the one to make the decision, not moving any closer or any further. Alma can feel her skin heating up and her hands tightening in yours unconsciously. After another moment of silence she finally tips her head back, just a tad, until her lips glance across yours- it’s in no way a kiss, not yet—but the contact is there and Alma’s lips part slightly, almost in anticipation. Her eyes flutter partially shut, yet she’s unable to make the final push until you breathe her name along with a near-silent “Kiss me.”

And at last, the ymbryne’s eyes close completely as she pulls you down far enough to finally press her mouth onto yours. The initial touch comes as a bit of a shock to Alma; a foreign pressure against her that takes her breath away while somehow filling her lungs like smoke, the tobacco’s burn that leaves her tingling mixed with the cleansing coolness of water to soothe a stinging throat. But it’s lovely, and everything except your lips and the faint sound of your wings keeping you suspended fade away, the rest of the world disappearing around the two of you. You press a bit harder to her, not rushed but more confident than Alma’s kiss is. She lets you lead for a while, shuddering when you catch her upper lip between your own, placing the softest suction on it and summoning a quiet noise from the back of Alma’s throat. You smile a bit and release the pressure as you pull away a few inches. The separation is enough to return Alma to the real world, the world in which time is of the essence and she cannot be rendezvousing with you like horny teenagers in a school closet—not anymore, at least. So the woman takes a deep breath before releasing your hands in order to check her watch. A moment later she attempts to speak, but has to cough quietly as her voice cracks, making you chuckle. Trying again, the woman mutters “I’m afraid that’s all the time I have at the moment.” You nod, understanding her need to keep on schedule lest she die on the spot. Or something.

So you push yourself higher into the air with a strong flap of your wings and reply “That’s fine. We have time to...to talk about...” however you taper of, not quite sure how to put it in a way that won’t assume something nor make Alma uncomfortable. But the woman surprises you a bit when she breathes “us. To talk about us.” Your breath stutters, as do your steady wing beats, but you manage to mumble “Yeah.” And with a small nod and little smile that edges on shy—unusual for someone like Alma—the headmistress slips away and out of your sight. It’s all you need to take off into the sky, flying off into the clouds without even noticing Alma watching your departure, something resembling love glazing over her eyes until she looks away with a bashful smile playing on her lips.

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Hey if your requests are still open can you write a story about artemisia finding out she’s pregnant but also being told she’s being assigned to protect the Princess of Sparta who she eventually falls in love with.

Accident

Warnings: Mentions of implied sexual abuse, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff,

Word count: 1.9 K

Pairing: Artemisia x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Artemisia with a baby. You don't need more explanation and/or context.

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Eva Green characters]

I know my capabilities. I know what I am capable of, what I can improve and how little I am bad at. My soldiers knew it, my enemies knew it. But none so much as my lord, the great King Darius; so much so that he allowed me to be the guardian of his youngest daughter, Princess Y/N. 

Of course, this has its advantages and disadvantages. 

My king had full confidence in me to place his most precious treasure in my care. This made my chest swell with pride. 

But, being on the lookout for a spoiled child like Princess Y/N, I had to say goodbye to my faithful friend, the ocean. 

The sea, the port and my ship would always be an important part of my history, being the only thing I had known throughout my life. They would always be a part of my life. Despite the gulp of salt water I got the last time I was in those parts.  

Before I could ramble on, the palace doors opened abruptly, causing me to cut myself with the small dagger I was playing with. 

"So here you are." 

And there was my least favorite voice, the voice of Princess Y/N. Sometimes I really felt like I was going to rip her head off every time I heard her voice. 

"Yes, I was trying to find my happiness, and you just scared it away." 

"Ha ha, even though I really love your jokes, I need you to stop slacking off and accompany me to the market." 

"Do I have an option class?" 

"Not unless you want to continue to keep your own head." 

Before I could comment any further, the princess's head disappeared, letting me know that I had no choice. 

I put my gun away and set out to follow the woman. 

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The market always caused me headaches and some dizziness, but today, these symptoms were only getting worse. 

"Hey, will you stop being so slow?" shouted the princess just watching as I reloaded my weight in my hand back onto a bard. After a while, I still didn't move "Hey, are you okay?" 

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine" just as I tried to keep walking, but, I felt my head getting even dizzier. 

"No, you're not well." 

Without much time to process, I felt my legs fail me, but just before my chest hit the ground, the princess's arms caught me. 

"Okay, all in all, you're not well." 

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"Okay, tell me, what the fuck happened to you?" the princess asked as she wrung out a wet cloth to put on my forehead.

"I told you I don't know."

"So, you're fainting just because?"

"May I not faint!"

The princess changed the cloth to proceed to sit on the small bed she had forced me to lie on.

A silence fell between us, me trying to calm my breathing, while T/Y began to play with her fingers, her eyes fixed on the dock.

"Have you had any other symptoms?"

"What?"

"Did it hurt any more, silly?!"

"I don't remember."

"Have you been feeling tired?"

"More than usual."

"Do you feel nauseous in the morning?"

"Not just in the morning" that's when I realized something wasn't quite right. "In fact, I also feel like throwing up when the sea breeze hits my nose."

"The smell of the sea?" I nodded. "How strange, more so being you."

Again an awkward silence filled the room. Until suddenly the princess jumped to her feet.

"Sure!, you're pregnant!"

"Of course not!"

"Does my father know that you are still in service despite your condition?"

"What condition?"

"Well, your pregnancy."

"THAT I'M NOT PREGNANT, DAMN IT!" the shout startled the princess so much that it made her suddenly shut up "excuse me."

"When was the last time you had blood coming out down there?"

Seeing that the princess was taking the conversation very seriously, I got out of bed and sat up.

"I don't really remember."

"Were you with your boyfriend these past few days?"

"Boyfriend?, what are you talking about, a person like me doesn't have time to have partners?"

"So, how the hell did you get pregnant?" we both stared at each other, until the memory came to my mind making me look away uncomfortably. "Artemisia, are you okay?"

"Actually… if anything happened."

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Weat was running down my forehead, while a constant stabbing pain in my spine, my hips and my pelvic bone causing me to start pushing unconsciously.

For the first time in my life I could say that I was completely terrified.

"Where is she, is she okay?" A tiny, tiny part of my heart felt so much better as soon as I heard T/Y's voice. She quickly walked over to me.

"Are you okay, how are you feeling?"

"Never in my life… have I ever felt as much pain as I did today" I found it hard to speak, the pain was killing me. "And that… I've been pierced in the stomach with a sword."

We both let out a little giggle.

"I'm glad to hear that at least you still have that acidic sense of humor."

Before I could answer her anything, a stabbing pain in my hip made it impossible for me to think of anything but a piercing scream; causing Y/N herself to freak out.

"Princess" one of the nurses called her attention to her "she's about to give birth".

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"Are you okay?"

"Do you realize this is like the eighth time you've asked me that?"

I myself laughed as I watched T/N move from one side of the room to the other, holding the baby in her arms.

"Do you have any names for him yet?"

As time passed, T/N and I became close. She was the only friend I had. She helped me a lot during the pregnancy, with my job and especially with her father. But I still hadn't been 100 percent honest with her. Maybe it's time to be.

"Can I be honest with you?"

"I thought we were friends…" commented the princess as she looked away from the bundle in her arms to look at me.

"We are" I confirmed

"Friends are sincere," she commented, turning her attention back to the baby.

Inhale a large amount of air and exhale slowly.

"I don't know if I want to keep the baby…."

"What?" she stopped abruptly and started walking straight toward me.

"You said you weren't going to judge me!"

"I'm not judging you…just that" she lifted the baby a little so that he was at my eye level "Who wouldn't want this little fish?" she spoke as she pursed her lips, eliciting a sweet, soft voice for the sleeping child's comfort.

I have to admit, they were both completely adorable in my eyes.

"It's not a matter of wanting it or not" I began to speak, trying to stop T/N from putting the child in my exhausted arms "it's simple. I don't know if you remember, your majesty" I watched as the princess rolled her eyes. I laughed internally and continued to make my point "I am part of your father's military corps and one of my main jobs was to protect you, not the other way around."

"If it's the child's safety you're concerned about, I can take care of him"

"Are you crazy?"

"Why?"

"What would your dad say?, what would your brother say?, what would the kingdom say?"

"I thought you realized that I don't care about the opinion of either my dad, or my inept brother, much less the town when I try to run away hiding on a boat." we both laughed. "We can both raise little Hossein. You and me against the world."

"Hossein?"

"Yes, it means beautiful. Just like this baby, right?" she spoke softly as she bounced the baby a little. "Are you just as beautiful as your mommy?"

"I am not beautiful" I commented as I closed my eyes with the intention of sleeping for a moment.

"Did you hear that, little Hossein, you and I will have to prove to your mommy that she is the most beautiful woman to ever walk the planet."

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Time passed faster than I would like to admit. And with it, my responsibilities increased. I no longer had to take care of one child, now I had to take care of two.

"Artemisia!"

Not to mention the many tasks that the king gave me.

"Yes, sir, can I help you?"

"No, my daughter, I've just been told by some people that you should see your little ones more often" he smiled at me.

Before he could ask, the door to the throne room crashed open, letting the screams of T/N and Hossein echo throughout the palace.

"Slow down T/N!" shouted the little boy.

"You'll never catch me you little fish!"

As my eyes watched the two unruly little ones screaming and running back and forth, behind me the king's laughter puzzled me a little.

"Oh my daughter, you don't know how much I appreciate the youth and laughter your little Hossein has brought."

"You two, that's enough!"

Both quickly stopped their laughter and stood still. T/N even had to climb down from a step that simulated an obstacle in their game.

"I'm sorry, Mommy" little Hossein pouted rather adorably.

"Yes, sorry mommy."

I had to admit that, when T/N called me mommy, I felt a little electric shock in my intimate part.

"Where have they been?"

"I was with Panem, he promised me he would teach me how to fight, just like you" the boy commented, giving me a toothy smile, the cutest smile I had ever seen.

"That's great, kiddo," I smiled back as my hand tousled his hair. Our way of showing affection for each other. "And you?" I pointed at T/N with my chin.

"I went to see the oracle."

"What for?"

"I tasked her with some important questions for the nation," interrupted the king, winking at T/N.

"Well children, let the king do his job."

My two hands rested on the backs of both of them and guided them out of the room.

Before I knew it Hossein ran off leaving T/N and I alone.

"What did you go to consult the oracle for?"

"My father told you the reason."

"Honey, you know I'm very fond of your father and I'm as close to fond of you as I can get, but I don't think shit of it."

I tried to make her laugh, but T/N just looked at the floor, somewhat uncomfortable.

"If I tell you the real reason, you'll laugh at me."

"Princess, I would never laugh at you."

"Close your eyes" I looked at her suspiciously. "Trust me."

I closed my eyes as instructed, but we didn't move or do anything.

Which began to intrigue me even more.

When I least realized it, T/N's lips collided with mine stealing a kiss, to which I responded almost immediately.

I didn't know that I needed a kiss from T/N's lips in order to be completely happy.

When shortness of breath set in and we had to separate, we both gave each other a smile.

"Hmm I didn't know I wanted this so badly."

"You wanted it too?"

"Sure, T/N. Remember, it's you and me against the world."

"You, me and Hossein" reminded me T/N.

"Sure, let's not forget the little fish. You, Hossein and me."

Note:

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[multimilfs]

Colette Marchant x Fem!Reader: The Show Must Go On

Summary: After the Medici Brother’s circus is bought up by Vandervere, you strike up a relationship with the beautiful Colette Marchant; With the help of one little elephant.

AO3

A/N: I rewatched Dumbo last night and pumped this out afterwards in an inspired frenzy. I might make a second part to this later on, but for right now this is all. Enjoy! 

Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul​ @multifandomfix​ @evil-feather​ @imtrashinflames​ @simplaif​ @elenaguarnieri​ @luna-wolfs-world​ @nonbinary-cryptid-baby​ @angel7376 

Warning(s): None 

The day Mr. Medici bought Mrs. Jumbo was one of the happiest of your life. Not only would you have new creatures to care for, but a baby as well. You’d never seen a baby elephant before.

Luckily, Holt returned to the circus around the same time. You had more room to focus on Mrs. Jumbo and her coming baby, though you did care for Annie's children quite a bit still. The arrival of such splendid creatures was slowly returning you to yourself, rather than who you’d become after her death.

“Hey uh, Y/N?” Holt interrupted you suddenly, “Can I talk to you about something?”

Slowly, you nodded, beckoning him into the crate with you. Mrs. Jumbo took one look at him and huffed, turning her attention back to you. You let out a small laugh as she mussed your hair with her trunk. Slyly, you slipped her a few peanuts with a smile and a kiss between her eyes.

“Look, Max told me all you did - for Annie, I mean. I know it wasn’t easy. So thank you for doing what I couldn’t.” Holt said awkwardly.

It was as if he’d dumped a bucket of ice cold water over your head. All of the progress you’d made moving forward and forgiving yourself vanished, sending you back to square one. Back to the feeling of total and complete self-loathing. Your smile vanished.

“Do not thank me. If I’d been better, Annie would still be here.” You said very seriously, refusing to look at him. Seeking comfort, you ran a hand over Mrs. Jumbo’s head. She nudged you sweetly.

“Now I’m sure that isn’t true-”

“It is. I accept my part in it, Holt, let’s not poke at it any longer.”

Holt Farrier had never been very good with emotions. So rather than push the conversation, he turned and left, leaving you to your sadness. Your loathing. The overwhelming feeling that you had failed at the only thing that mattered.

It was days before anyone saw you after that. You scarcely left the elephants and you certainly didn’t speak to anyone. Rongo and Pramesh attempted, but to no luck. There was only silence until the day Mrs. Jumbo gave birth.

You’d left her for a split second to freshen up, and when you returned she was surrounded by people. Then you saw the baby tumble out of the crate. You pushed your way through all of them, shoving Rufus away from the elephants. He was only hurting them.

“Watch it, little lady,” Rufus growled, “I’m just doing my job.”

All you offered him was a hard glare, before finally laying your eyes on Mrs. Jumbo’s baby. His big blue eyes looked around nervously as Max Medici raged over his ears. But where he was angry, you fell in love with the elephant. He was perfect to you.

Slowly, you approached him, crouching so you were at eye level. He shied away behind his ears. You waited patiently, a calm smile on your face. Every few moments, he would peer out and peek at you. Until finally he moved forward curiously.

You rubbed gently down his face, maintaining your calm demeanor. He had clearly been spooked by all of the people. Especially how loud they were being. But he leaned into your gentle touch, letting out a happy noise.

“Welcome to the world, beautiful boy. I’ve been waiting for you.” You whispered so only he could hear, before pressing a kiss to his head. He let out a happy squeal and snuggled closer to you.

And thus began your close friendship with baby Dumbo.

----

“Hey, Y/N?” Rongo caught your attention, “Some important looking people went to see Dumbo. I think you should be there too.”

Brows furrowing, you nodded, picking up your pace and heading in the direction of Dumbo’s tent. How could Max invite people to see him without you? You had cared for him the whole time. He was more to you than he was to the rest of them.

You burst into the tent, worried that something was going on. Milly and Joe were there, along with Max, and two people you didn’t recognize; a slimy looking man with white hair and the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen. Though you didn’t let yourself focus on her for too long, worried entirely for your little elephant.

Dumbo squealed excitedly when he saw you. Stumbling over his ears, he moved to your side, intent on cuddling into your side. You gave him a loving smile.

“This is the woman of the hour! May I introduce Miss Y/N Y/L/N, Dumbo’s caretaker.” Max Medici said grandly, making you look up from where you were playing with Dumbo.

“Ah, the miracle worker. A pleasure.” The man said, holding out his hand.

You’d barely heard him speak, but you already disliked him. The way he looked at Dumbo with dollar signs in his eyes, or how he had a condescending way about him. You just glared at the offered hand; which he rescinded without fanfare.

Behind him, the woman’s eyebrow raised curiously. You briefly made eye contact with her, though you were distracted by Max and the slimy man walking off to talk business. Then the tent suddenly felt too small with everyone in it.

“Come on, Dumbo.” You said softly, before turning to leave, said elephant hot on your heels.

The woman watched you leave with a curious look. You were the most capable woman in the room and yet you had no care for any attention. All you cared about was the elephant, Dumbo.

He had caught her attention, but you’d caught her interest. A hard feat for someone who seemingly had it all. But something about you drew her in. She was determined to get to know you.

——

“So you are the one who cares for Dumbo?”

She caught your attention as you were walking with said elephant, matching your pace. You didn’t really look at her. Instead, your gaze was focused ahead. Though you did give her a nod.

“My name is Colette, Colette Marchant.” She said, holding out a hand.

You looked up at her, meeting her eyes fully for the first time. You recognized the name. Though you’d never seen her face, you heard wondrous tales about the ‘Queen of The Heavens.’

“Pleased to meet you.” You said quietly, taking her hand.

“The pleasure is all mine.” Colette said, offering a charming smile.

You offered a small, shy smile in return. There was a worry that the beautiful woman would press for more, but she never did. You let out a sigh of relief.

“They say you taught Dumbo to fly, non?”

“Oh, no,” You said softly, “He knew how to fly, I merely offered encouragement.”

“How does he do it?” She questioned curiously.

Rather than give her a verbal response, you pulled a beautiful pink feather out of your pocket. Dumbo caught sight of it instantly. Excitedly, he moved towards you and the feather. You crouched down and held it out to him. He inspected it with obvious glee, before accidentally sucking it into his trunk.

You took a quick step back as he let out a bit of a huff, before sneezing and letting the feather fly. The amount of air shot him off of the ground, where he maintained his flight with his ears. He excitedly flew around you, chasing the feather.

Colette had taken a few steps back in shock, watching the little elephant in wonder. Her eyes widened and she let out an awed breath.

“No wonder you were fond of my shoes.” Colette said to the elephant once he was back on the ground.

“He does love feathers.” You agreed, gaining a small smile from the french woman.

The two of you stood there for a few moments, looking at one another in interest. But before you could work up the courage to say anything more to her, the moment was shattered. Vandervere had come back around. The gleeful look on his face made you feel ill inside.

“Come, Ma chérie,” He said to Colette, badly pronouncing the french, “It’s time for us to go.”

Her form stiffened as he put an arm around her waist. Though she nodded, you could see that she didn’t want to go. She gave you a nod as she departed, leaving you and Dumbo staring after her. And a weird feeling swirling inside you.

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Over the past few days, you’d been working closely with the french woman to perfect your act. You weren’t fond of the idea, but you lost your say. Vandvere’s word was law. Colette was to ride on Dumbo’s back as he flew around the large tent; The Queen of The Heavens and The Prince of Elephants, together in flight.

Though you disliked the act, you had liked spending time with Colette. She was patient and kind, never forcing you to speak if you felt uncomfortable. Not to mention she was stunningly beautiful. You found yourself entranced by her at all times.

Now as the show was beginning, you felt nervous. Something felt off about the tent. It could have been the sheer size and amount of people, but it was more than that. Something was missing.

As Colette was lifted up to the platform with Dumbo, you realized there were no nets. It left you feeling sick. What if something happened? A jump like that would kill her.

You rushed to demand the men with nets put them up, but the damage had already been done. The crowd let out a gasp and you heard Colette’s shriek. She was barely hanging by the covering on Dumbo’s head, dangling perilously over the side of the platform.

“Put up the nets!” You yelled at the men, but they refused to listen.

The sickening sound of ripping fabric echoed in the space, before Colette let out a fearful shriek. You didn’t hesitate to run underneath where she was, looking to cushion her fall in anyway you could. It felt as if her safety was resting on your shoulders.

She managed to make it to the ground okay, thanks to the fabric snagging on another part of the platform, softening her fall. And she fell right into your arms.

“Colette!” You said worriedly, pulling her into you.

“Oh, ma chérie.” It came out as a gasp, before she buried her face in your neck. Her frame was shaking in your arms and there was the wetness of tears on your neck.

“You’re okay, you’re okay. I caught you.” You whispered to the shaking woman.

It seemed to calm her, but only slightly. You could feel her ragged breath on your neck. A fall like that would scare anyone. It felt more dire though, knowing how it all could have ended. How nobody bothered with nets. All on Vandervere’s orders.

"Mon chevalier." She breathed into your neck, though you barely caught it.

Everyone was yelling about locating Dumbo. You worried for the elephant, but knew he was smart. He wouldn’t go anywhere without a reason. But you felt your heart drop into your stomach when Vandervere made a beeline for the two of you.

Colette seemed to sense his approach, wiping her eyes and pulling away from you quickly. She offered you a wavering smile. Though you were both reeling from the near-death experience, you knew what he was going to say. The show would go on tomorrow, despite today’s events. It was all or nothing.

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“Colette?” You said softly, stopping your instruction of her and Dumbo.

Looking up from her hold on the little elephant, she raised a curious eyebrow. It was rare you prompted conversation. Usually you spoke when she spoke to you.

“Oui?” She asked.

“Are you… sure that you want to do this? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Her eyes softened as she moved from her spot, taking your hands in her own. She pressed gentle kisses to the back of each one. It made you melt, but did nothing to quell the worry churning in your stomach. You were terrified of seeing her hurt. You had failed to help Annie, your sister, and feared failing Colette in the same way.

“I will be alright.” Colette said confidently.

“You’re sure?” You whispered.

“As long as you are there to catch me, mon coeur.”

Colette seemed to hesitate, before pulling you nearer to her by your hands, and placing a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth. You froze. Never had you imagined being in such a position, but you felt lucky to be so close to her.

When you froze, she began to pull away, fearing that she’d overstepped. You stopped her immediately. Seeing the barely contained interest in your eyes, she finally leant forward and pressed her lips to yours. It felt like a dream; one you never wanted to wake up from.

Her lips were soft and gentle on yours. Almost timid in how careful she was, before pulling away to lean her forehead against yours. You closed your eyes to take in the euphoria of the moment.

“I’ll always be there.” You vowed to her.

“Then the show must go on.”

[magpieellie]

Hello beautiful people! Im currently working on an Eva green book in Wattpad if anyone would like to read it!

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

They Weren't Ridin' When We Both Fell

Summary: On a first date, Spencer and Reader find themselves falling faster than time itself.

CW: More 'spicy' than smut, heavy makeout, sexual talk, implied sexual relationship, Spencer x Fem Reader

Note: This is for @foxy-eva ! You are such an incredible writer and a wonderful and kind person! I decided to use the smut prompts, as this isn’t necessarily fluff and nor is it smut, but I just want to play it safe!

Word Count: 3200

Prompt: “If you keep making those sounds, I’m not going to be able to stop myself”

They Weren't Riding When We Both Fell

The dilapidated shack is perched on the muddy hill surrounded by plush green grass. It seems almost too picturesque with the people in their vintage cars rolling up to the ticket booth, with the laughing children playing tag on the muddy hill, with the couples holding hands ready to share cherry-ice stained kisses as the sunset behind them. 

I have never been to a drive-in movie. Usually I’m under the impression that movies are awful date ideas, especially when you’re trying to get to know the other person. But Spencer insisted that this kind of movie was different. And, looking out at the scene before me, I’m tempted to change my opinion about movie dates entirely. 

“Have you seen it?” Spencer asks as he puts his car into park, “The movie I mean. I’ve been reading about it. I haven’t seen it though,” 

“I’m actually surprised you haven’t seen 2001: A Space Odyssey. It seems like the pinnacle Spencer Reid kind of movie,” I tease with a smile. Spencer looks over at me smiling as I reach over the center console to hold his hand. 

“I read the book,” Spencer croaks out, looking suspiciously at our linked hands, “I mean, Arthur C. Clarke is a genius of science fiction. I mean his work is legendary in the field of speculative fiction. Well of course it’s not as good as Octavia Butler, but I mean good as a metric for value is quite subjective. I mean Star Trek is good as is Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment…Ahh,” Spencer faltered, shifting in his seat uncomfortably, “Sorry, I can get a little carried away when it comes to things I find interesting,” Spencer apologizes with a sheepish look on his face. 

“No, that’s silly, Spencer. You’re probably the smartest person I’ve met. I love hearing your perspective and what you think. I mean, we’re on a date. The whole point is to get to know each other, is it not?” 

Spencer blushes as he nods. That sheepish smile that I’ve come to find endearing in the last three weeks turns his lips upward in a grin. I squeeze Spencer’s hand in a comforting gesture. He starts to explain himself again, but is troubled by his nervous stammering. 

“I guess so,” Spencer says. He smiles again, this time weakly, “Let me buy you some Italian Ice from the shack. And I’ll tell you more facts about Clarke’s book and his impact on the science fiction genre as a whole,” 

The air feels like summer. It’s the kind of warm that’s almost cool. I feel the warm breeze against my bare legs and smell the honeysuckles in the distance. I’m reminded of childhood summers spent hunting for lightning bugs. Days spent with chlorine soaked hair and sun drenched skin. I long with that carefree girl that’s lost with time and wear. But maybe, with the sweet boy who rattles off facts about a 35-year old movie he’s never even seen, I’ll watch it begin again. 

“Let’s check it out,” Spencer says, “I want to get something sweet for dessert,” 

My mouth drops at the insinuation of Spencer’s comment. It quickly turns into a coy smile once Spencer realizes what he said. His cheeks blush an adorable pink that leads up to his ears.

“Well, I didn’t know that the genius Doctor Reid had that kind of mind,” I tease. Spencer’s smile falters as he studies my face. I can almost sense the nerves floating off his body. He’s too cute for his own good. 

“I didn’t mean! I’m sorry, Y/N. Damn it, I’m really messing this up aren’t I?” 

“Nope,” I tell him, leaning close and watching him stammer, “Not in the slightest. Actually, I’m quite interested in what desserts you have offer, Spencer,” 

“I-I,” Spencer mutters, he fidgets with his hands as he stammers, “I, um, I think I want to try the cherry-mango ice. I hear it’s good with the vanilla custard,” 

“Hmm,” I hum. Spencer’s eyes refuse to meet mine in an embarrassed sort of way that’s also really cute. I remind myself that this is technically the first date. And a blind one at that. 

Spencer, still smiling goofily, unlocks the car and rushes around to open the door for me. Clumsily, he extends one hand for him to grab as I exit his car. Spencer’s car is perfect for a drive-in-movie. It’s a light, powder blue with tan leather seats. I can tell that he takes good care of his car. There’s a fine line between a car guy and a guy that has a clean car. Luckily, Spencer falls in the company of the latter rather than the former. 

“Penelope said you’re her neighbor,” Spencer says, making conversation as we head to the top of the hill. I nod, letting him continue with his Penelope story. Penelope stories, in my experience, are usually the best kind of stories, “She was pretty much my only friend when I started at the BAU around a year ago. Everyone else was older and tougher looking. I mean, Penelope is older than me, but I guess I just found some sort of comfort in her Dr. Who figures when the rest of the agency isn’t really into office decor,” 

I laugh, taking the opportunity to reach for Spencer’s hand as we begin to walk up the path to the snack shack, “That’s Penelope. She’s always trying to get me to watch movies or shows with her. But she just stays up too late for me. I like being in bed by ten the latest,” 

“I’m pretty much a night owl by default,” Spencer says, “With the academic programs I was in and all. But now with the odd hours at the BAU, an early night seems like a dream,” 

“Good to know,” I say, nudging Spencer as we reach the long line, “So do you have any pets? Dogs? Cats?” 

“I have a fish that I’m pretty fond of,” Spencer says smiling, “I got him when I moved to the East Coast. I’m from Vegas originally. Herman is pretty good company, even if I can’t pet him or cuddle him,” 

“Aww, well you’re going to have to meet Doris and Bartholomew! I just know that they’ll love you. Especially if you want someone to cuddle you,” 

“Is that? Are those? Are those your grandparents?” Spencer asks, his head is turned to me, a pale look of confusion on his face. 

“No, Spencer,” I chuckle lightheartedly. I cover my hand with his as I explain, “Doris and Bart are my cats. Doris is a Calico and Bart is an Orange Tabby. And they are both the love of my life,” 

“Oh, well, that makes more sense,” Spencer jokes. He intertwines my fingers with his fingers and squeezes. It’s the sort of gesture that makes my heart skip a beat. It hasn’t done that in a long while. And I know I’ll be chasing the feeling every night till I see Spencer again. 

Before we know it, we’re next in line. The young girl in the shack happily takes our order. Spencer thanks her profusely for the cherry-mango ice he ordered. He tries to pay for my vanilla sundae with hot chocolate and caramel sauce and after I attempt to refuse, he wins. It was proving hard to resist the charms of Spencer Reid. And I wasn’t going to be the first to try. 

“Thanks for that,” I tell him, gesturing to the sundae I carry back to his car. He offers me a straight lipped smile. He brushes off my thanks with a mouthful of frozen ice and it’s completely adorable. Smiling, I reach my hand towards his. Our fingers brush, sticky from the dessert and curious with the promise of what could be. 

His already perfectly pink lips are tinged a beautiful red. He licks his lips eager to taste the sweet, fruity syrup of his dessert. As we walk back to his car, I look out towards the setting sun. It’s a heavenly mixture of hazy reds and full oranges that mix together into a painter’s palette. I’m left wondering, as I stare at the sky and then Spencer’s eyes, what I could create if I were to drip a brush into colors like these? 

“So if you didn’t even see this movie, then how did you know all those facts?” I ask, changing the subject in my mind. Otherwise, I’ll get carried away by the look in Spencer’s eyes and the colors I could make with him by my side. 

Blushing, Spencer shrugs his shoulders. I never would have considered it to be something attractive, but I’m quickly learning that most things Spencer does are attractive. His blush creeps from the tops of his ears and dances down his cheeks. It dusts his skin with a youth, innocent warmth that draws me in. I’m one to be swept off my feet this fast, but I can confidently say he isn’t like anyone I’ve met. 

“I looked up some facts to help stimulate conversation. I’m not the best when it comes to dating. My reputation has lots of no shows to date where I go to the bathroom and suddenly they're gone. And I’m alone. Again,” 

“I’m sorry about that,” 

“You don’t have to be,” Spencer says, “Anyway, Penny promised me that you’re not like that. But I wanted to be prepared with a boatload of facts about a movie I never even watched. I wanted to make a good impression. And maybe see where this leads. If it leads anywhere that is. Not that it has to of course! I’m not implying that–” 

Spencer’s words, for probably the first time in his life, fail him. They get caught in his throat, just centimeters above the spot on his cheek where I plant a chaste kiss. I can feel the heat in his cheeks on my lips. 

“I would also love to see where this leads,” I whisper, placing another kiss on Spencer’s cheek, “You’re too cute for your own good, Spencer. I don’t usually kiss this fast on the first date,” 

Blushing even harder, Spencer’s eyes dart along my face. It’s as if he’s trying to read my expression. If he can, I hope he knows it’s filled with nothing but excitement and adulation for him. 

“Ah,” Spencer says, those tricky little words getting caught in his throat again, “That’s good. We’re on the same page,” 

“Looks like it,” 

We walk in peace, back to his car. The silence is filled with curious comments about the movie and remarks about how good the dessert is. Spencer has abandoned his spoon, so he can hold my hand and still enjoy his mango-cherry ice. His tongue darts around the cup, scooping up the sweet treat. I try not to stare, but there’s something about his intensity that enraptures me. 

I fail. Badly. 

“You’re staring,” Spencer says flatley, “Do I say something on my face? My teeth?” Spencer asks. 

“No, you’re just really cute is all,” I admit, a sheepish smile of my own creeping up on me. Spencer gives me an unreadable look. It’s half confused, half unsure perhaps. Maybe he’s not used to compliments being tossed around so lackidazily. 

“Oh, I’m not sure about that. You know cute isn’t something I’m normally called,” he stammers with embarrassment, “But it’s nice. To be cute to someone,” 

“Good,” I say, winking as I open the passenger door to his car. 

“Y/N!” Spencer shouts, definitely more aggressively than he intended by the look of shock on his face, “Sorry, I just meant to say that’s my job. To open the door for you,” he explains, rushing to the passenger side of the door. I laugh at his eagerness, shaking my head in part disbelief and part adoration. It’s been so long since I’ve had a crush on someone and by the looks of it, Spencer Reid will turn me into a simpering teenage girl before the sun sets. 

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” I tell him as I slip into his car. Spencer shuts the car door, shrugging his shoulders as he walks around to the other side. 

“I just wanted to do something nice, that’s all,” he explains. He turn his car on, asking me if I wanted any more air or the windows rolled down. Spencer turns the radio on to the station, and we wait for the movie to begin. The silence is filled with stories about Penelope, my cats, Spencer’s fish and all the books we’ve ever read and loved. 

“If I'm being honest,” I say, leaning in closer so my arm is pressed up against Spencer’s on the center console, “I’m a little disappointed that we’ll have to pay attention to a movie. I’d much rather listen to you talk,” 

“Well, that could be arranged,” Spencer says with a smile, “On date two,” 

“And three,” I reply, nudging him with my shoulder, “But we’ll get to that–” 

“When we get to that,” Spencer interjects, somehow already finishing my sentences. 

Silence falls between us as the movie begins to play. We don’t have prime seats, but have a nice view of the stars above us. The radio lags to play the words as the picture moves. Between the dilapidated shack, the overly sweet dessert, and the disappointing seats, one could say this had the recipe for a lackluster date. But in reality, it’s been anything but that. 

“I’m sorry we can’t hear anything,” Spencer says, “I mean I could probably try to fix the radio, it’s just old is all,” 

“Spencer, it’s fine,” I say. I look around at our surroundings. We’re in the last row and the closet car is about 50 feet to our right. All the way back here there’s hardly anyone to see what could possibly be happening in the confines of a car. 

“I just wanted this to be perfect,” he groans, turning to me with a disappointed look on his face. 

“Well, who’s to say that we even have to watch the movie?” 

“Huh, I mean I think I brought the book version. I’m sure it’s in my satchel bag by your feet,” Spencer says, ready to reach for the book. 

“As much as I’d love for you to read to me, Spencer. That’s not what I was thinking,” I say, leaning in close so my words linger in whispers against his jawline. 

“Oh,” Spencer says, his shaky voice breathy against my neck, “That sounds. That sounds much better than trying to pay attention to this movie when all I’ve wanted to do tonight is kiss you,” 

“Oh,” I say, winking as I shed off my cardigan. The summer air is halfway in between warm and cool, but I want a little fabric barrier between Spencer’s hands and my skin when he finally touches me. 

I climb into the backseat, sitting with my legs criss-cross on the leather seats. Spencer follows, trying his best to gracefully make his way to me in the back. He smiles, the excitement of it all making shake with anticipation. 

Spencer’s mouth nervously approaches my lips. He drags his lips from the center of my jawbone along the skin of my neck. Heat drips between us as the movie plays behind us, long neglected and forgotten. My teeth skate across Spencer’s bottom lip and smile into Spencer’s hum of pleasure. His tongue tastes like cherry-mango ice, sweet yet tart. Spencer’s hands play with the fabric of my dress. I can feel his warm palm through the thin material. He deepens the kiss and I can taste the fruity, sweetness all over again. He tastes better than any dessert there ever is. Spencer’s whimper hits me like a sword to the gut. My heart is heavy with trepidation as Spencer’s shaky hands hover over my back. I grid into Spencer’s hips, reveling in the way he groans against my teeth. His hands palm over my back, unable to touch enough of me. 

Crammed in the back of Spencer’s car, I can feel all of him all over me. It’s deliciously addictive. Spencer’s hot mouth dipped below to my collarbone. I can feel the curve of his mouth smile against my sweaty skin. It’s so warm in Spencer’s car, with his hips pressed up in mine and his mouth venturing uncharted territories.  He’s kissing me and I’m kissing him. It’s like the world melts away behind us. Spencer’s hands cling to my back, desperate to touch as much of me as he can. 

“If you keep making those sounds, I’m not going to be able to stop myself,” I promise him, nipping his ear as I kiss the backside of his jaw. 

His whines, the sweetness of it only rivaled by the sweetness of the ice he ate at dessert. I know one thing to be true, I’ll crave him and his taste long after this night ends. I cradle his face in my palm as I back away for a moment. I kiss those lips again. Desperate to see what they’ll look like when they’re bitten and swollen. 

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Spencer whimpers, kissing the center of my palm in a gesture that’s far too intimate for a makeout session in a car. 

“So are you,” I say breathlessly, kissing Spencer’s nose with a smile. The kisses turn into something sweeter. Before it was hungry clashes of skin and bone, but now it’s something that you can do all day. It’s lazy and soft with the promise of something more sensual to come. 

I lean back, resting my palms on Spencer’s shoulders, “We’ve got to stop,” I say, brushing back Spencer’s mussed up hair. His eyes flash with concern, so I lean back and kiss his forehead to wash away any doubt in his mind. 

“It’s not that,” I assure, smiling as Spencer nods, “It’s just I’m not going to fuck you in your car in the middle of a field for the first time,” 

“You got it,” Spencer says, nodding enthusiastically. He gives me a thumbs up, but quickly grows embarrassed at the awkward gesture. But lucky for him, I’m already head over heels for him and find it completely endearing. 

“You’re adorable,” I muse, kissing his cheek and resting next to him, “So the movie was a bust,”

Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly and sitting up next to me, “You know, we could just head back to my place. And maybe read the book, watch the movie,” 

“Amongst other things I hope,” I wink, plopping my head on his shoulder. 

“Well, if drive in movie theater fields and cars with terrible radios are your parameters, I’ll be happy to inform you that my apartment has none of those,” Spencer says cheekily, scrambling to find his keys in the dark as I giggle at his eagerness. 

It’s strange to think that out of all these cars in this field, none are driving with us as we both fell. And as Spencer speeds away, I'm tempted to think we're driving somewhere we never expected with someone we never saw coming.

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