#i say girl gets to take one life of whoever murdered her family

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ooooo now I’m curious, how does spotted loose her lives?

"Eight by the frosted scourge, one by the storm"

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Hi babee, I'd like to request a fic. Gojo fell in love with his student (canon au) but she doesn't know. One day, he saw her kissing a boy (he is her boyfriend) he went bad and kidnaps her at night and non-cons her.

Thanks in advance ♡

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Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, murder, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

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Gojo's POV

Being a teacher isn't a bad thing, right? I am the strongest sorcerer of course everyone will be dying to be my students. But I'm not only a teacher. I own my family company. I'm the CEO of it. I'm the richest man in japan. Everyone dies over my charm, wealth and strength. That means I can get whoever I want right? But apparently that's not happening.....

Y/n is my student. She's been in jujutsu high for almost a year. She's the most gorgeous looking girl I've ever seen. Not only that which made me fall in love with her... it's that she's so sweet and.... innocent. Does it even matter that I'm her teacher? I don't think so. These things don't matter if the love is pure. And of course my love is pure! Wherever I see her I'm always flattered.

The words circle my mind whenever I see her....God! I'd die for her.... I'd kill for her! And maybe now I literally have to kill someone... Why? Because I was passing the hallway of jujutsu high and I saw y/n kissing one of her senior- Inumaki?! I walked away and didn't let them know that I've seen them. How dare Inumaki! Doesn't he know that nobody can touch what is Mine. NOBODY!

And y/n did that with me? She broke my heart?! She chose Inumaki over ME?! Doesn't she know I love her! After all those efforts.... Whenever she went to any cafe I secretly paid early before she came for whatever she wanted to eat.... Leaving those huge flower bouquets out of her droom room door every morning with a lovely note without any name.

And she did this with me?! I feel betrayed. Oh I still remember when she came to me telling me about the stalker of her without even knowing that was me. She knows I'm the most powerful man who can protect her. Then why the hell is she dating that stupid Inumaki!!!! And making out in front of my eyes! Okay now they made a hugeeeeee mistake... they'll regret it soon.

"now.... how does it feel?" I asked. "W...w-w.... W-wai-" Inumaki said. Who was currently crawling on the floor for his dear life. All bloodied. "Don't speak I don't like your filthy mouth" I said and *SMACK*. Done. He thought he could take what's mine? Not even In his dreams. With a smirk on my face I teleported from there.

Y/n's POV

I was in my room wearing a oversized t-shirt and just underwear in the bottom. I was preparing my bed. I was about to go and turn off the lights. I turned around and gasped. "Oh my God I thought it was a ghost!.... what are you doing here at this time anyways?" I asked looking towards Gojo sensei. "I came for something" replied.

"What is-... wait why is your hand and clothes bloodied? Are you hurt or something, sensei?" I asked making both of us sit on the bed. "Aww are you worried about me?~ this isn't my blood anyways" he replied. "What do you mean? Curse's blood doesn't look like this" I said. "Maybe because it's not a curse's blood. Maybe because It's human blood." He said.

What is he saying?! He won't kill any human, right? He won't do that . "Sensei please stop joking" I replied. "Do you have clothes to attend your boyfrien- well...ex boyfriend's funeral?" He asked. My eyes widened. he asked that with a serious face. "W-what... what do you mean?" I asked. My voice was shaking.

He chuckled. "No no no you're joking...." I said and tried to push away from him. Within a blink of an eye my back was pressed against the bed and he was to of me. "What do you think y/n? Who's your stalker? Who can afford those expensive gifts?" He asked. I couldn't believe anything. "And I just killed your ex" he whispered.

No no no. That can't happen! How can I be that fool?! Inumaki's dead?! My eyes filled with tears. I froze there, couldn't even move an inch. I was scared, disgusted, and shocked. I know he's so powerful. I can't do anything to protect myself. He's the one I always asked for help and now he became the threat?! Why is this happening?! Is this a nightmare?!

"awww is my poor y/n scared?" He asked and chuckled. There's only one chance if I use all my strength and push him away. Then I have to run as much as I can. That's the only option left.... then why shouldn't I give it a chance? I took a deep breath and with all of my strength I pushed him away. And he didn't even move one inch?!

He laughed darkly. "Do you think only my special abilities makes me the strongest? Poor girl" he said and was about to close the gap between me and him. "No stop!!! I'll tell everyone everything!" I screamed. "Oh? And they gonna believe you over me? Inumaki was sent on a mission. Nobody was with him. So nobody will suspect about his death" he whispered.

I felt him licking my neck. I tried to push him away but he pressed both of us on the bed more. "Sensei what are you doing!!!!!....stopppp!!!!!" I said loudly. Now he let go of my neck and pressed his lips on mine.Took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. I couldn't even process what was happening. I tried to push myself backwards but he grabbed my hips and pinned me down. I gasped. He again crashed his lips on mine.

I tried to push him away but his grip was too strong. I can't even move myself. He was kissing me too roughly. I couldn't breathe. He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. I wasn't wearing any bra and My boobs bounced out. He looked at those with lust in his eyes. " You don't know....you don't know how much I waited for these."

He whispered and didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensation. I grabbed his hair and tried to stop him by pulling it but it didn't even affect him. "Senseiiii stopppp...let go off me" I screamed but he didn't stop.

He took off my pantie. Then looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit and whispered " so wet.....so fucking wet.....oh god you're making me more turned on!". Then he licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pants.

His dick sprang out. It was too big and too thick. Fear grabbed me by my neck. " S-sensei no no no... P-please no... s-stop" I begged but didn't even listen to me and slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I screamed in pain. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thrusting in and out roughly. I was throwing my legs in pain and begging him to stop. And he was licking it so much. His thrust became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself.

With a few more thrust I came. He was still thrusting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside... please please.... please sensei I'm begging you" I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. " Shhh.... Don't.... don't say that.... you were meant to be mine....don't say anything like that ever again that shitty boyfriend was meant to be killed" He screamed. I couldn't even believe what was happening to me. How is this even possible?! The guy I trusted most my own sensei doing the most devilish thing with me??!! Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out.

He killed my boyfriend And I couldn't even do anything?! I thought to myself. "Yes.... because I do what I want to do and I get whatever I want...NO MATTER WHAT" he said as if he heard my thoughts. "So... how does it feel to be mine?" He asked with a devilish laugh.

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You must think me a fool

Dark!Shuri Udaku x Princess!Warrior FEM reader

Synopsis: Her people fear her she slaughtered a community just to save them but has she also lost her humanity? Can she force the image of a domesticated lifestyle with you who wants nothing to do with her? To do with a murderer?

"Marry? what reason do I need to marry?" Shuri doesn't take her eyes off of her past projects trying to find some sort of flaw something to update so that she doesn't let herself get completely drowned in her royal affairs. "They fear you Shuri. Do you not care?" Shuri rolls one of her kimoyo beads around in the palm of her hand "of course I care Okoye but I can't parade as if I am not upset my mother-" "your mother would want you to continue your life not sulk and-" "-you are not dora milaje anymore why do you insist on giving me guidance?" Okoye is silenced in this moment because she is right she's not Dora milaje "I am family that's why I persist but please keep acting the way you do and push the only family away you have left. To be the smartest woman I know you surely make the most idiotic decisions when you're upset. Umntwana (a child.)"

~

Shuri has a point to prove so here she sits in the middle of common folks equivalent to a living room but nothing in comparison four pillars on each corner of the room no doors but instead large arched paths that lead you to the next room or a hallway that leads to the next room. Candles light the room instead of lights so it's dimly lit not a lot but enough to see whoever resides in said room. You're nowhere in sight because this meeting as your mother said is "none of your concern" even though you're sure when you hear the truths behind it you'll disagree.

"You want my daughters hand in marriage?" The older lady sitting across from Shuri is astonished because what in the mother of above has possessed Shuri to ask for such a thing? "I don't understand you've disappeared from her life and now you want her hand?" "I'm begging for your daughter's hand I need to fool my people and she is one of the few women I've ever been interested in as a friend or as a potential queen." Shock reads the woman's face and the candles only deepen the creases on her face as she makes a contorted facial expression as she forces her next words "as much as I am willing to do so I don't think she's as willing as I." Shuri keeps her face straight unsure why a friend would not be willing to help her in such a time of need "could I speak to her?" The hesitation reaches the woman's voice before it even spills from her lips "she's... She's sparing maybe another time princess?" Shuri cocks her head at being called the wrong title but it's only momentarily "queen my title is "queen" it hasn't been "princess" in a very long time and I wish to speak with her." Before the conversation can continue and Shuri is given more time to disrespect your mother she goes to say her final piece to her "your people are dying from sickness, your animals too, your greenery can't be taken care of if the people who care for them can barely stand. My people are healthy and strong I wouldn't be opposed to lending you a hand if you lend me her hand." Your mother would never make a decision like this without your knowledge and Shuri knows it but it wouldn't hurt to tip the scale a bit in her favor before she spoke to you.

Shuri doesn't give her a chance to give a response before she wanders out of the dimly lit space into the dark hall feeling her bare feet on the rocks as she approaches the sparring room. She watches for a while as you seem to annihilate some kid with her own weapon when caught off guard you kick the tiny dagger out of the little girl's hand and Shuri is quick to grab it. "You must think yourself a worthy opponent Shuri" Shuri let's her eyes scan you and the white thin cloth that she can't believe you would call a dress "no hugs?" You smile "now why would I hug a murderer?"

"Using the common words I thought the term was a "warrior" I guess you no longer think me a friend?" You gently sign to the child to leave you both be and she does running off on the tips of her toes. "You slaughtered a community Shuri I don't think I can forgive you for that" Shuri nods as approaches you but you still your stance barely noticing the cuts lined upon your arms leaking blood onto the granite floor "it was my people or theirs I was sure you of all people would understand."

"We aged together but I would never murder you know this... You killed. Since when have we done that?" You both circle each other wondering who will pounce first? It could be you with your perfect stance ready to throw Shuri off if she does or it could be Shuri ready to attack if you so far as think to jump. "I was protecting my people!" You shake your head "you were looking for a reason to mask your revenge!" Shuri sighs the breath being the moment of letting her guard down that you just seemed to be waiting for because you grab Shuri by her neck and turn her so quickly she can't get a hold of you. Crouching behind you bring her down with you your knee pressed firmly into her back uncomfortably behind her spinal cord as the other hand stays firmly on her neck "What brings the murderer to my palace?" Shuri gasps carefully her Adams apple bobs beneath the feel of your rough fingers.

"Marry me" you grip loosens just for a moment at the shock of her words and she takes advantage sliding the dagger up your leg and breaking herself free "awukwazi ukuba serious (you can't be serious)" Shuri nods. "I simply need a favor and I shall give you one in return." You shake your head as you hold your leg "no whatever it is no. Absolutely not."

"Your people are dying"

"No"

"Yes"

"Your people are sick"

"No"

"Yes"

"Your people are vegetarian yet I see no greenery what are they eating?"

"Get out." Shuri sighs "let me help" "I don't want your help I don't even know who you are" "I am your friend" Shuri begs you with her eyes but you don't want to hear any words coming from her lips. "Marry me put on a facade and I will feed your people so well they'll be fat. I will help grow the greenery and get rid of the sickness that has consumed you all just fake this one thing for me. Don't be selfish." You sigh and stand up letting the blood drip down your leg "you move different Shuri Udaku..." Shuri says nothing now letting you get your turn to speak "it's not elegant it's not queenly you move like you care for nothing but yourself I'm sure that's true."

"I care about you..."

"You must think me a fool."

~

Within a few hours you're with Shuri on her way back to the kingdom you don't put up a fight after the conversation earlier. The faster you do this the faster your people get better it's sick of Shuri to cut a proposition like this really but it comes to surprise to you that she'd do something so evil. You're right she does move differently. She moves like a queen who doesn't deserve have her throne.

A/n: this took a big turn not even going to lie this was supposed to be some enemies to lovers y'all wasn't even supposed to know each other but once again I took a plot and ran with it. Also very unedited I have some military related stuff just wanted to give y'all something because it's been a very long time and I do apologize for that.

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Danganronpa Stardew Slaughter: Chapter 1 Deadly Life

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63745603/chapters/164193958

“KYAHHH!” The first thing Sophia did as she and the rest of the townspeople entered the farmhouse was scream as she set her eyes upon the body of Sam.

“O-Oh Yoba, n-no!” Penny practically begged as she laid eyes on the corpse.

The normally collected Maru fumbled her words too, everyone did at the sight of the corpse.

“H-How, how did this happen?” Emily mumbled, all of the colour draining from her face as she looked down at the body of Sam.

“Someone killed, ain’t that obvious?” Shane said, scorn clear in his voice, the asshole.

“Unfortunately, the man is right. Someone gave into their greed, their desire to go home and…” Elliott let out a deep sigh as he continued. “Murdered our poor friend, Sam,”

“He always seemed so cheerful, why would someone target him?” Leah asked, sounding queasy as she spoke.

Victor shook his head. “Reason doesn’t matter here, we’re gonna have to investigate this thing whether we like it or not,”

“I-I can’t believe it, though,” I finally spoke, still looking shocked at the body of my friend. “Who would- why would?”

Everyone looked just as shocked, even as they all spoke… but no one looked more terrified in that moment than Abigail, the normally energetic girl couldn’t even muster up the confidence to say a word.

“Some asshole went and killed Sam,” Alex grumbled.

“And now you assholes are gonna investigate it!” We all jumped as we turned around to see MonoMo cheering from behind us. “And then after that, you’ll all be going to trial… oh, I’m so relieved, I thought I was gonna have to pull out the big guns to get someone to do it,”

“You little shit!” Abigail shouted at the apple creature, earning a gasp from a couple fellow townsfolk. “I bet you killed him, you seem desperate enough to-”

“Nuh uh, that’d break the rules!” MonoMo pouted. “Speaking of rules, I have one extra to add. From this point forward, anyone who kills will get to take their family with them to escape!”

Everyone suddenly turned to either Emily or Sebastian, briefly, but everyone still did it.

“That’s right, it’s upgraded from motive to rule! So if you manage to catch this killer. Next time, you can get your beloved brother or sister in on your very own murder!”

“You… disgusting little-”

“Aaaanyways, have fun investigating!” MonoMo interrupted Abigail. “Bye bye!”

And with that he scampered his way out of the farmhouse, leaving us all alone in the dark house. The corpse of Sam was still at my feet…

Harvey was the first to break the silence. “…I suppose we should begin investigating,” He said grimly, his voice sounding tired and timid.

“We have a trial after this,” Victor gave a kurt nod as he turned off the sink. “We’ll… be able to avenge him by getting the killer right,”

“And we won’t all die,” Sebastian quirked an eyebrow. “I feel like we should consider that too,”

Haley shrugged. “Well, do your best I guess. I’ll go investigate outside,”

Some people seemed to agree with her sentiment and decided to leave the farmhouse. It was crowded anyway.

Only myself, Abigail, Harvey, Sebastian, and the body of Sam remained in the room…

I didn’t have time to waste, I needed to discover who did this. Not just so that I and the rest of the innocent people here could survive, but so that Sam could be avenged.

I need to reveal the truth!

INVESTIGATION: START!

My Monopad buzzed in my pocket, so I quickly pulled it out and checked whoever could be messaging me at this ungodly time… it wasn’t a message though. It was seemingly a case file of some kind…

IN ORDER TO ASSIST WITH YOUR INVESTIGATION, EVERYONE HAS BEEN GIVEN A MONOMO FILE! IT DISPLAYS ALL INFORMATION THAT DOESN’T SPOIL THE SURPRISE!

MONOMO FILE #1

VICTIM: SAMSON NELSON

TIME OF DEATH: 5:40 PM

CAUSE OF DEATH: DROWNING

Victim is Sam Nelson, he was drowned at 5:30 PM.

Cause of death and time of death, but no information about location, that’s probably something important. I keep note of that and put the Monopad back in my pocket.

+MONOMO FILE #1

Deciding to get the hard part out of the way first, I walk towards the body of Sam, take a deep breath and bend down to begin investigating.

“Ah, I don’t think you’ll be able to do that on your own,”

I let out a gasp of shock as Harvey speaks, the man shrinks a little. “I’m sorry,” I said. “You just startled me is all,”

Harvey nods. “Makes sense, once you’re done looking at the body yourself. I will attempt to do an autopsy on him, identify what his wounds could mean,”

I nod with a smile, though somewhat forced considering the situation. “That would be very helpful,”

“I think helpful is the best thing I can be right now,” Harvey nodded. He was right, I’d need all the help I could get to find this killer.

“Is there anything you can tell me right now?” I ask, Harvey bent down to feel the Sam’s chest.

“His ribs are broken,” Harvey said matter of factly as he stood up. “Near completely shattered, in fact,”

“Must’ve been hit with a lot of force,” I said.

Harvey gave a small nod. “Yes, though he could have also fallen. I’ll have a concrete theory once my autopsy is done,” I nodded as I continued to investigate Sam’s body with Harvey’s help.

+SAM’S BROKEN RIBS

The most notable thing about Sam’s body was his jacket, it was covered in greenery, soaked and practically torn to pieces, some kind of fight must have broken out between Sam and his killer, that’s all I think could have done it…

I looked around the farmhouse, and the place was barely even scratched minus the flooding from the sink, maybe the killer had time to clean up their mess? I didn’t know yet.

+SAM’S JACKET

+CLEAN FARMHOUSE

I elected to take one more thorough look at Sam’s body before leaving it to Harvey…

“What’s this?” I ask to myself, the Doctor looks down to see what I’m motioning to.

“Scratch marks,” Harvey confirms as he sees. “On the back of his neck,”

“I don’t want to imagine what caused those,” I shuddered as I stood up from Sam’s body. “I think I’ll leave the autopsy to you,”

Harvey nodded dutifully and crouched down to investigate the body himself…

Scratch marks, I guess that confirms some kind of struggle if the killer needed to do that, but why?

+SCRATCH MARKS ON SAM’S NECK

I next decided to walk over to the sink, this seems to be the only place where the killer could have drowned Sam. The MonoMo File hasn’t given a place of death, after all.

+OVERFLOWING SINK

Though, there was also something besides water bobbing in the sink…

“Hey, what’cha looking at-”

I let out another yelp as I was spooked for the second time today.

Abigail scratched the back of her head. “So sorry, I just uhh… wanted to help you investigate,”

I let out a breath. “That’s nice of you… I was looking at this scrap of paper in the sink is all,”

“Weird… I don’t think that was there before,” Abigail said, then shrugged. “Guess that means it’s important,”

I nod. “We’ll need to keep track of it,”

+PAPER IN SINK

“So, anything else in here?” Abigail asked.

“I suppose we should get our alibi straight. We were together when Sam had died,” I nodded.

Abigail nodded in return. “And Sam had decided to go into the farmhouse alone,”

“And Sebastian was exploring the south on his own,” I replied.

Abigail looked hesitant for a moment, before giving a nod… Sebastian’s alibi is shaky but…

I looked over to the man looking tired as ever in the corner… Sam is our friend, his friend. I know in my heart that Sebastian couldn’t have done It.

+SAM IN THE FARMHOUSE

+FARM GROUP ALIBIS

“That’s it here, I say we go interview everybody outside,” I said.

Abigail nods. “We’ll be able to get everyone’s alibis and stuff,”

As we walked towards the door, we were stopped by Harvey. I turned to greet the man.

“Ah, is your autopsy done?” I asked.

Harvey nodded. “Pretty much, the kind of broken rib he has is extremely common in cases where the victim is pushed against something,”

“So Sam had to be slammed against whatever he was drowned in?” Abigail shuddered. “Gives me the heebie jeeebies, but… I guess it’s good to know,”

“So there was likely some kind of fight, but why is the farmhouse so clean?” I ask as I look around. No one has an answer for me.

“They wouldn’t have had much time to clean it,” Harvey added. “We found the body at 6, Sam died at 5:40, that’s barely 10 minutes to clean up and leave in time to leave no trace,”

I nodded. “That’s right,”

+HARVEY’S AUTOPSY

With the last thing we needed to do in the farmhouse done, we waved the doctor goodbye and walked outside into the orange afternoon light. Pretty much everyone had gathered in the clearing around the farmhouse and was looking around. We had a lot of people to go through and not much time…

We stared with Emily and the rest of the group who were exploring the North, all of whom had gathered together near the edge of the forest. We greeted them, as I approached I noticed that Alex wasn’t wearing his jacket, his upper body was dressed in a white tank top… probably some weird, flexy thing, he’d do that.

“You here to ask about where we were?” Alex asked. “Cause I’ve answered that exact question like a hundred times,”

“There’s nothing wrong with being thorough…” Clint mumbled.

“Ugh, can’t we just wait for the trial to ask all this? We’re gonna all be together anyway,” Haley pouted.

Emily shook her head, then smiled. “Ignore them, Clint and I will answer any questions you have!”

“Hey!” Haley complained.

“Thank you,” I said. “Where were all of you when you were exploring the north?”

“Well, I looked around that path leading to the mountain. Clint, Haley and Alex elected to split up and search the rest individually,”

“I actually did see Emily at some point, she’s not lying…” Clint reassured with an awkward smile.

“Were you stalking my sister?” Haley asked with a teasing smirk, Clint practically jumped at the accusation.

“N-No!”

“I think he was, heh,” Alex let out a chuckle.

Emily stood defensively between Clint and her two other groupies. “Don’t be rude you two,”

“Yeah, Clint only seems kinda weird and unkempt. At least he’s not like Shane!” Abigail’s defense only seemed to make Clint look more bummed out by the second.

“Ugh, you take the fun out of everything,” Haley pouted. “I chilled out behind the abandoned building, no clue where Alex was, though,”

“The playground,” Alex said with a shrug. “I feel like that’d be a good place to hide something,”

“A bunch of sand and children’s rides?” Abigail snickered a bit. “Okay, sure,”

I didn’t really expect much less of Alex, he certainly wasn’t the brightest bulb in the bunch… I thanked Emily and co, even if Emily and Clint had been the only two helpful people there and moved on to the next group…

+EMILY’S ACCOUNT

+CLINT’S ACCOUNT

The group that had explored the town, consisting of: Penny, Maru, Victor and Sophia.

“H-Hi,” Penny greeted, still clearly shaken up from the situation at hand. “Did you want to ask us anything?”

“That’s why we’re here,” I confirmed. “Did you see anything unusual in the town,”

“We explored in groups of 2 slash 3: Penny, Harvey and Maru, Me and Sophia,” Victor explained. “We didn’t really see anything of note,”

“W-We didn’t even see anyone from the other groups,” Sophia added in her usual, stuttery and awkward manner. “I’m sorry if that doesn’t help,”

“It’s really fine,” Abigail said. “If anything, you’re helping by telling us that,”

“Every bit of information helps us solve this stupid murder,” Maru added. “We’ll all get through this if we work together,”

I agreed, I nodded to indicate this, but I also knew that the killer would also be at the trial. They wouldn’t be one to let us solve this.

We waved goodbye as we walked to the next person to interview, and the one I had honestly been dreading since I first saw him in the farmhouse after the body discovery announcement…

+TOWN GROUP ACCOUNT

“Hello Shane,” I greeted with a sigh, the man greeted me in return with an irritated sounding grunt. “We just wanted to ask where you were,”

“The ranch,” He answered simply. “I was alone though, so you probably don’t believe me,”

“Well now I don’t!” Abigail grumbled.

“Ah, but you should!” Elliott practically materialised from thin air as he sauntered on over to us, Leah following closely behind him. “Leah and I spent most of our time in the forest, and we didn’t see Shane leave his ranch once!”

“Yeah,” Leah nodded. “We didn’t move super far from the clearing, there wasn’t much worth exploring anyway, so we would’ve seen if Shane just up and left,”

“It’s not my ranch, it’s just where I sleep,” Shane made the distinction in an annoyed tone even though he didn’t have to. “But thank you, my innocence is confirmed,”

Abigail shrugged. “Probably, let’s go,”

I nodded as Abigail and I walked to the middle of the clearing… we had interviewed everyone we could, but it still felt like we were missing something.

+FOREST GROUP ACCOUNT

“Hey,” Abigail tapped me on the shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts. “You see that on the overgrowth over there,”

I looked over to where Abigail had now begun pointing, the cut, but still long overgrowth between the Farmhouse and the North… there was…

“Fabric, blue fabric,” I said as Abigail and I walked towards the fabric stuck to one a particularly sharp piece of overgrowth.

“Weird, maybe… maybe someone went through here,” Abigail suggested. “We should explore the other side a little,”

I nodded as I made a mental note of the blue fabric. “Yeah, better to be thorough,”

+BLUE FABRIC

+SHARP OVERGROWTH

When we got there, we found something more surprising than anything.

“Is that blood?” Abigail asked as we laid eyes upon the blood stain on the rim of the fountain. “And scratchy looking marks…”

“Something happened here,” I said. “We should get-”

+BLOOD STAIN

+MARKED FOUNTAIN

DING DONG BING BONG

“Attention everyone, investigation time is over. Head to the Mayoral Manor ASAP. Attendance of the town trial is mandatory and tardiness is punishable by execution!”

“Oh… guess we ran out of time,” Abigail let out a forlorn sigh. “I-I’m sure we have enough,”

“We do… we should,” I tried to reassure her, but I couldn’t deny that these weren’t good circumstances in the slightest… I made a mental note of any final details that could help in this trial, and headed for the Mayoral Manor in the middle of the town. The locked building in front of Penny’s Trailer

+KILLING GAME FAMILY RULE

---

Everyone else was already standing outside of the doors, part of me wanted Sam to show up, to reveal that this was all some kind of joke. That wouldn’t happen though, our friend was really dead, and one of us was the killer.

“I guess this is it,” Maru said, a deep sadness present in her voice.

“Ugh… this is making me queasy,” Sophia mumbled.

“I think we’re all afraid right now,” Penny sighed. “This is the first time this has happened to any of us,”

“I’m sure at least one of us have been to court before. We have an alcoholic among us,” Sebastian turned his shifty gaze to Shane, who glared at the programmer in response.

“You were in the same group as him, what’s that about?”

“That is pretty suspicious,” Haley said innocently as she stared down the programmer.

“Hey, let’s not go accusing anyone yet,” Emily stepped between the two.

Leah nodded. “Yeah, we haven’t even discussed any evidence yet,”

“Mere hours have passed, and we’re already at each other’s throats,” Elliott gave a sigh of disappointment through his smirking face. “I suppose it is natural though, that we tear one another apart?”

“Whatever man, I just wanna get this over with,” Alex rolled his eyes.

“If we cooperate we’ll be able to,” Victor said. “Though… the killer’s gonna try to stop that wherever they can,”

“That makes sense…” Clint mumbled. “I’m not suspicious of anyone right now though, too early for that,”

“Yes, we’ll need to be careful. Our lives ride on this,” Harvey added.

Emily let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you two, we all need to be reasonable here,”

“Ughh… this is gonna suck,” Abigail mumbled to me.

“It will, but… it’s something we need to do,” I whispered back, that seemed to calm her frayed nerves a little, just a little though.

The door to the manor soon opened slowly, revealing the inside to be a giant platform elevator.

“Guess this is actually it,” I said as I let out a deep breath… we all soon stepped inside…

WHIRRRRR

The inside of the elevator was dead silent… a suffocating, hellish silence that threatened to swallow of us whole until the elevator stopped rumbling.

We all stumbled into the trial room, uneasy and tense at the decadent room, decorated with 16 witness stands in a circle. The one reserved for Sam had a picture of him with an X over his face.

MonoMo sat from utop a throne at one end of the trial room. “Finally, you’re all ready for your first trial! Stand at your stands and we’ll begin!”

We all did as told, and I got the chance to really think about this…

This Trial, this situation. One of us was a killer hiding amongst 14 innocent people.

It’s up to me, and the rest of those innocent people to find out that killer.

Not just for our sakes, but for the sake of Sam, who had always been a friend to everyone here.

Someone took advantage of that to kill him, and that’s why I need to get to the bottom of this, to find the killer and make it out of this trial alive.

I need to reveal the truth.

CLASS TRIAL: BEGIN!

TRUTH BULLETS

MONOMO FILE #1

SAM’S BROKEN RIBS

SAM’S JACKET

CLEAN FARMHOUSE

SCRATCH MARKS ON SAM’S NECK

OVERFLOWING SINK

PAPER IN SINK

SAM IN THE FARMHOUSE

FARM GROUP ALIBIS

HARVEY’S AUTOPSY

EMILY’S ACCOUNT

CLINT’S ACCOUNT

TOWN GROUP ACCOUNT

FOREST GROUP ACCOUNT

BLUE FABRIC

SHARP OVERGROWTH

BLOOD STAIN ON FOUNTAIN

MARKED FOUNTAIN

KILLING GAME FAMILY RULE

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Bloodline: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.4k

Summary: Never have you heard of a family killing together, and never have you heard of generation of families killing together. Yet here you are.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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They're going to need all new clothes and more money to make the run into another city or state. Since this fire only happened about an hour ago, then they're most likely still there. By the time you reach the mall, Penelope had sent over the picture of what Kathy might look like as an adult. The fliers were passed out to everyone.

There are so many people inside the mall that you couldn't use your tracking abilities as efficiently as you might want to. Not everyone here is innocent, and their guilt or bad behavior masks the scent of the family you're looking for.

Suddenly, a store alarm goes off in one of the stores upstairs, and you rush to the store in hopes you can catch whoever set it off. Kathy Gray is standing in the middle of the walkway with bags in her hands, and store security is trying to get her to drop the bags.

The only thing missing is her husband and son.

"Ma'am! Set those bags down, right now!"

"Kathy Gray! You're under arrest! Cuff her."

It's weird that she's so compliant right now. She spent all her time running and evading the police, and now you're capturing her on the store alarm. She's an expert in stealing. Why would she get caught now? Kathy is taken away but the frown doesn't leave your face.

"What's wrong? We got her," Bo says.

"They've been stealing for years and they never get caught. This was too easy," Hotch voices your concern.

Kathy is brought back to the police station, but she isn't saying a word. She'll do anything to protect her family, so you have to try a different tactic than what you usually do. Good cop/bad cop might work with her, and you and Hotch decide you're going to be the ones to play those parts. He can be scary when he wants to be, and you can come across as the gentlest person ever.

"Kathy, I can't help you if you're not going to be honest with me," you tell her for the hundredth time.

She's claiming she killed the two families without the help of anyone, but you know she's lying.

"I already told you, I killed them."

"All by yourself?"

"Yes."

"I know that's not true," you say.

"It is."

"How did you do it? How did you abduct a child and control two adults while you slit their throats?" Hotch asks harshly.

"Oh, come on, you know she's not responsible for this."

"I know we have a string of bodies, and she knows where her husband and son are."

"You're the victim here."

"No, she's not. She killed innocent people."

"Her family was murdered," you argue with Hotch.

If she sees this ruse, it might work into getting her to talk.

"Now she's killing other people's families."

"Kathy, this isn't your fault," you say.

"My name isn't Kathy. It's Sylvia."

"No, it's not. Your name is Kathy Gray, and you were a beautiful little girl." You take out a picture of Kathy that the news circulated to try and find her. She stares at it, and you watch as her world crumbles around her. "Your mom and dad were murdered, and you were kidnapped. Don't you recognize yourself there?"

Hotch clams his hands on the table, scaring her to death.

"I'm sick of this! Where are your husband and son?!"

"Look at me, Kathy. Don't listen to him." She doesn't take her eyes off Hotch. "They stole your life. Let me help you get it back."

"That little girl is better off with my son than any man she could meet in your society," she glares.

"I'm sure you raised him very well. Tell me about your mom."

"I've already told you everything. I killed them, all by myself."

"You're lying!"

"Kathy--"

"My name isn't Kathy!" she cuts you off.

"Yes, it is. Your name is Kathy Gray. You're from Vienna, Virginia. Tell me where your husband and son are so I can help you get your life back."

Hotch takes out crime scene photos of the two murders and basically shoves her face into it.

"Want to see what you did?"

"Hey, don't show her those," you sigh.

"If she killed them herself, she can see it again. Serial killers like to relive their crimes. Did you know that? This is Geoff Hale. He died from a strong, decisive cut. I think that was your husband. Nancy Hale's wound was more tentative. This was your son, right? I'm sure by the time he teaches his own son how to kill, his hand will be steady."

"Okay, stop--"

"This is the Robillard family."

"Kathy, you don't have to look at that."

"Do you want to see more?"

Hotch puts down the photos from Kathy's family's murder scene. She looks at them but shakes her head because she doesn't recognize them.

"I don't know what that is."

"Then look closely!" Hotch shoves her chair forward, causing her to jerk forward. "You don't recognize your own mother and father?"

This is where she starts to cry because she's starting to remember.

"See? This is the tentative cut your future husband made while he slit your mother's throat. Where are your husband and son?"

"Cate Hale is only alive because of you, isn't she? Your husband wanted to kill her but you didn't."

"No," she cries.

"How does that make you feel? To know that he was willing to kill that little girl? That he would have been willing to kill you, too? They murdered your family, Kathy, and they took you in, but you were never really one of them. You were just a breeder."

"I won't betray my family."

"Your little boy is only ten. There is a chance he could get out of custody when he's eighteen, but that's only if we get to him.

"I love my family," she sobs.

"Then tell us where your son is, and we can all help him together."

Rossi comes into the room with a file, and Hotch starts to read it out loud. It's a list of offenders who might be her husband. If you know his name, then you know where he might be.

"Scott Woodland, Zander Blanchard, Max Estep, Chip Jackson."

"I don't know who those people are."

"It's a list of every known offender in Huntsville, and you're going to tell us who your husband is. Cole Rudzinski, Pete Shernit--"

"Come on, give her a minute to do the right thing," you beg them but they don't listen.

"Matt Thorne, Brent Woodhouse--"

"Okay, I can't stop them. Kathy, this is it. This is your last chance to make things right."

"Kevin Everson, Mike Fenner, Morris Collins--"

The more Hotch reads, the more distraught Kathy gets. She looks like she is about to break, and she does when Hotch says Morris' name.

"Stop!" She gets up and distances herself from everyone to take a breather. Your team is watching from the window, and as soon as they got his name, they left to go get him. "I won't tell you."

"You just did," Rossi says.

Kathy knows she screwed up by reacting in the way you wanted her to.

"The boy's not with him."

"Where are the children?" you ask gently.

"I'll only tell you if you let me see my son."

That's an easy deal to be made, and she gives the location of her son and the little girl they took. Derek, Spencer, and a fleet of officers were able to track down Morris and arrest him. Rossi and Emily went to find the children, and they were brought back without a scratch on them. Kathy's son enters the room where you and Kathy are, and you immediately know something is wrong. He has that look in his eyes that tells you he's planning something.

Kathy rushes to the bars when she sees her son. She puts her fingers through the bars and holds her son's hand.

"It's just you now. You're going to be strong. I love you, puyule. Nu le spunelor despre furititai."

"Okay, Kathy, no," you immediately pull her away from her son.

She told him something in Romanian, and you need to get the interrogation tape to a translator immediately. Nobody moves until the translation comes in, and you make sure Kathy doesn't talk to her son, or else he'd be taken away from her. She complies knowing you'll figure out what she said eventually.

"We got the translation," Rossi says thirty minutes later.

"What did she say?"

"Don't tell them about your brothers."

If Kathy had more than one son or has a sister who also had a son, then there are a lot more families killing others and learning how to kill. You walk over to Kathy's son and look at him in the eyes.

"How many brothers do you have?"

He doesn't answer you.

"The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, is in its loyalty to each other." - Mario Puzo

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[simtleman]

MORE TOWNIES COMING YOUR WAY!

So here's another household I've created for my Vintage Save File: meet the Dalton family, one of the wealthiest lineages in Del Sol Valley. They are indeed richer than any other family in town, but most of the High Society refuses to mingle with them as they all know the Daltons are not only what they consider to be tacky "new money", but also kind of dirty. Still, allow me to introduce you to each and every one of them:

Dito Dalton:

Dito is the head of the family. A shady character for sure, he comes from the poorest of backgrounds but was always determined to make it and make it big. It's no secret he made his fortune by smuggling liquors & spirits into the country during the Prohibition Era... among other "businesses". Rumor has it he's also involved with the Mafia and, therefore, the murders and disappearances that are taking place in Del Sol Valley lately. No one knows for sure, but no one wants to mess with him and find out. You know, just in case.

He feels a special predilection for his son Diretes, who he's hoping will take over the family business once he's too old to carry on. His other son Dimes, on the other hand... always seems to find a way to dissapoint him. What is wrong with that kiddo?

Daltonia Dalton:

Daltonia married Dito when he didn't have a dime to his name, believing he would someday fullfill his promise of giving her everything she deserved and dreamed of. And boy, did he delivered! Daltonia now enjoys the lifestyle she always knew she was meant to have, and is quite unapologetic about it. Vain, frivolous and entitled, she's aware of what everyone in town says about her husband, but she doesn't really care about where the money is coming from... as long as it keeps on coming.

However, she's a great mom to her twin sons Dimes & Diretes. She's always caring & supportive, especially to Dimes, who has different goals for himself than those his dad has set for him and whose personality always seems to be crashing with Dito's.

Dimes Dalton:

Dimes' not only good looking, he's also incredibly sensitive and affectionate... both qualities his father Dito and twin brother Diretes don't care about nor appreciate. They're always telling him he should show more interest in the family affairs, but Dimes has a secret dream he doesn't even dare to mention to his dad: he wants to become a great chef. "Cooking?", he knows he would say. "Why don't you leave the domestic duties to women and focus on what a real man should be doing?". Ugh.

His mom on the other hand fully supports him, though she's always kind of pushy when it comes to his dating life. "Why don't you ever go out with girls, Dimes? Any gal should be lucky to have such a warm, loving man like you!"... if only she knew wanting to be a chef's not the only secret Dimes is keeping!

Diretes Dalton:

No matter how hard his mom tries to keep him away from trouble, Diretes' always finding new ways to get involved in the worst kind of scenarios and with the worst kind of people. An attitude his father Dito finds quite endearing though, as it reminds him of himself when he was Diretes' age. Diretes' also quite a lover boy: he knows his way around the ladies and is not afraid of making the most of his abilities. He deeply admires Dito's firm hand with others and his determination to succeed, so he's always running errands for him and trying to imitate his ways around... in hopes of someday inheriting the empire his father has built.

Truth being told, Diretes doesnt' have the best relationship with his twin brother Dimes, but listen... he won't think twice to beat the shit out of whoever dares to call him "sissy" again.

That's it for me today, I hope you guys learn to love this family the same way I have even though they're far from flawless and see you on my next post! :)

[munsonsduchess]

Sweet Child O' Mine

summary: you and eddie get together with everyone after the baby is born w/c: 1,925 warnings: tooth rotting fluff, domestic!eddie, dilf!eddie, eddie's shitty childhood, mentions of blood, cw: pregnancy, swearing a/n: i couldn't help myself ok? that tiktok has me in a chokehold and we all know i adore domestic!eddie so now he's a dilf too.

Not beta'd. We die like Barb and Bob and Billy and Alexi. If you see a typo or a mistake then please let my editor know, he loves it.

This is part five of The God and Goddess of Hellfire and you can read the other parts here:

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Two.

Three.

Four.

(moodboard by me)

If you'd asked Eddie Munson a couple of years ago what he thought life would be like after his (eventual) graduation from High School he would have said something along the lines of,

"I don't know, maybe chilling with my girl in our own place? Not her folks place or my uncles. Somewhere that just belongs to us y'know?" 

If you'd told him that would be very much on the cards but there would be some … additions to that vision he might have called you crazy. Especially if you mentioned a baby. 

Eddie was aware that he didn't have the greatest start in life be it genetics or whatever. His old man was a drunk and an abusive son of a bitch who got off on making Eddie's mom feel small and frightened. He couldn't count the amount of impromptu three am sleepovers he'd had at your place while your mom drove his to the emergency room. 

Eddie used to blame his mom for never leaving his dad, how could she just stand there and take it? Didn't she want to live somewhere in peace? Didn't she want that for Eddie? When he'd come home from elementary school and she was nowhere to be found he'd cried and cried until he was sick and until his old man had thrown a beer bottle at his head and told him to stop crying like a little pussy. Eddie had been ten years old. It was another three before he was left effectively orphaned when his dad got banged up for trying to steal some rich asshole's car in the city. 

That was when Wayne had stepped in. Eddie didn't know who called his uncle and told him about his nephew's circumstances but Eddie would always be grateful for whoever it was. True at first Eddie had thought Wayne would be just like his Dad and he'd acted out about it but then Wayne had taken everything out of the back bedroom and bought Eddie a brand new record player for his birthday and Eddie had never cried so much. 

So the idea of bringing a kid into the world, with his messed up family history was a little frightening to say the least, but then it happened anyway. Needless to say Eddie was a little shocked at first but he resolved to be the best Dad a kid could ask for, even going out of his way to ask Steve for tips on dealing with the kids they already 'shared custody' of. 

Standing in that hospital room and holding your hand as tightly as he could Eddie was terrified, you were doing such an amazing thing and there he was stood there shaking like a newborn deer. Of course the second he heard that little baby cry every doubt, every fear left his mind, all that mattered was that kid screaming, 

"Congratulations Mr and Mrs Munson, it's a girl!" the doctor had said with a smile, "would you like to cut the cord Mr Munson?" 

"Cut the - ?" Eddie didn't know what he was being asked to do but you pushed on his back encouragingly and he followed the doctor. There she was, pink, all ten fingers and all ten toes, covered in blood and screaming bloody murder. 

The doctor showed Eddie what to do then handed the baby to a nurse to be cleaned up before being presented to the proud parents. Eddie was in awe, how had he hand in creating something so perfect? There was no way he could have done something this right with his life,

"Hey you, nice to meet the person who's been playing kickball with my kidneys" you laughed as the nurse set the baby down on your chest, "i'm your mom and this sappy bastard is your dad" 

"She's - she's perfect" Eddie whispered, "baby she's perfect" he could feel the tears running down his face but Eddie didn't care. He had a daughter. He was a dad. 

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In what was perhaps the strangest game of telephone you'd ever participated in you and Eddie found yourselves staring at a house in downtown Hawkins with the keys in your hands. Apparently Steve had told the kids when you'd had the baby, after Eddie had told him, the kids had then relayed the message to their parents one such parent being Joyce Byers who then relayed the message to the not dead Chief Hopper and had apparently been very instant that you and Eddie couldn't raise a new baby in a trailer park that had been mostly decimated from an 'earthquake' especially when there were so many empty houses. Hawkins residents having simply fled after one too many disasters in a small town and left their homes abandoned and ready for just anyone to move in. 

Anyone being you and Eddie apparently, and the baby of course. It felt strange to say the least but you would make it your own, a new start for your new family. 

Of course neither of you had forgotten about the rest of the family. Your parents and Eddie's Uncle came over to help with whatever needed done, your mom would look after the baby when you slept. Eddie, your Dad and Wayne would take care of whatever needed done around the house until it looked just how you wanted it to. 

When the house was finally in a sort of shape and both you and baby were up for visitors, Eddie called Steve and Nancy and asked if they'd ferry the kids over to the house since they'd all been chomping at the bit to come by. Eddie would have gone himself but he'd traded in the van for a 67 Chevy instead, something much safer to have a baby driving around in. The ride home from the hospital in the van had been, harrowing, to say the least so you both said goodbye to the van and the memories you'd made in it. It was time to move on, plain and simple. 

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The sound of a car pulling into the drive had Eddie bouncing up off the couch to open the door, immediately he was swarmed with six children who were all jostling for his attention and speaking over one and other,

"Hey Shitheads! What did we talk about in the car?" Steve yelled at them but it went unheeded as usual, "I don't know why I bother" 

The kids ran into the house after apparently having their fill of Eddie, it was great to see the older man but the real reason they were here was inside. Eddie didn't know whether to laugh or feel put out that the kids didn't want to spend time with him,

"Hey Harrington, thanks for bringing them" he smiled and held out a hand to shake Steve's but the other man simply used the outstretched hand to pull Eddie into a tight hug,

"Congratulations man, I'm happy for you both" his smile was blinding and Eddie almost had to pinch himself to think that Steve 'the hair' Harrington, King of Hawkins High was his friend now and had come by to see his daughter. 

Steve was followed up the drive by Nancy Wheeler and the other two kids who had held back from the initial onslaught, Will Byers and his sister Eleven or was it Jane? Eddie couldn't remember what he was supposed to call the quiet girl,

"Hi Eddie" Nancy smiled and Steve stood aside to let the younger woman hug Eddie as well, "are you sure it's ok that we brought the kids?" 

"Yeah! Totally! I mean they'd probably have biked all the way here otherwise" Eddie laughed, "no matter what you told them" 

"Isn't that the truth" Steve agreed, "Robin said to tell you she's sorry but she couldn't be here. She and Vickie are still in Indy" 

"Jonathan is at home with Joyce but he sent me with his camera so I can take lots of pictures for you guys" Nancy added. 

Eddie could hardly believe where his life had ended up. Nancy Wheeler was standing in his driveway with a camera to take pictures of his baby with a pretty professional looking camera, it made the polaroid you and Eddie had been using pale in comparison,

"Well you'd better come in before the neighbours think I'm hexing you guys or something" Eddie laughed and stepped aside, "Welcome to Casa De Munson" 

In the living room you'd been surrounded by children from the get go, they'd all clambored in wanting to see you and the baby. Everyone had brought something as well and each wanted to be the first to give you their gift for the baby,

"No way Mike you weren't here first!" Max argued, "back off and wait your turn!" 

"Lucas tell your girlfriend not to be such a bitch!" the younger Wheeler snapped at his friend, 

"Open mine first! It's the best!" Dustin was ignoring everyone else as he thrust a small wrapped package at your face, 

"Hey dickheads!" Eddie called, "stop crowding my wife!"

"We haven't seen you guys in weeks!" Dustin protested, "you just dropped off the map" 

"Alright that's it everybody back up!" you yelled, "I'm about five seconds from kicking your asses onto the lawn and locking the doors!" 

There wasn't a sound out of the assembled group of pre teens after you'd raised your voice, as you scanned the room your eyes fell on Will and Eleven and you smiled, 

"Which one of you wants to see the baby first?" you asked them kindly, "come on over, make some room you lot" 

Will and El moved forwards carefully before coming to stop at the couch where you'd been sat with the baby in your arms,

"She is small," El said, peering at the sleeping baby in your arms, "is she ok?" 

"Babies are pretty small at first" you explained, "she'll get bigger as she gets older" 

"What's her name?" Will asked, he was clutching a piece of rolled up paper in his hands and twisting the elastic band wrapped around the paper nervously,

"Rosemary. Rosemary Beth Munson" 

"That's such a nice name" Nancy said with a smile, peering over the heads of the kids in front of you, "she's beautiful" 

"I figured you guys would have gone for some kind of rocker name honestly" Steve said, "but yeah Nance is right that's a really pretty name" 

Eddie locked eyes with you and grinned back at Steve, you two had spoken at length about what you'd wanted to call the baby,

"Well we kind of did Harrington, her middle name is Beth for the Kiss song" 

"Her first name is for Eddie's mom" you added, "she was a really nice lady and she'd have loved her granddaughter" 

There was a moment of shared intimacy in the quiet moment that followed you speaking. You and Eddie just looking at one and other across the room. Eddie's mom was a kind and beautiful woman and you were sure her namesake would be just like her grandma. 

The moment didn't last as once again the kids took up yelling and jostling each other about gifts and who got to give theirs first. Steve immediately flew into babysitter mode and tried to break the fighting up while Nancy just laughed and took some pictures. 

Your little family was a strange one but you wouldn't change it for the world. It wasn't all connected by blood but it didn't need to be.

Family was what you made it. 

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[sofoulandfairaday]

I know you’re not a big fan of CC, but I adore your takes and meta, so, how do you imagine Delphi and how would you improve her character?

Or headcanons, to put it more simply hshshs

Errr not an easy question, actually. I'm going to imagine two different scenarios for this because this character is such a blank slate that she could be taken anywhere.

Scenario n°1 - Bella&Vold die (follows canon)

Delphi was a Dark Magic experiment that Vold&Bella did for whatever reason. Either that or she was an accident (the more I think about it, though, I'm starting to believe that maybe Vold wanted to involve her in some kind of magic experiment, maybe even to get a new body/get a better grasp on immortality and he needed his own child's flesh - think Abraham and his sacrifice to God, just twisted)

They just don't have the time to do it. The Battle of Hogwarts happens suddenly when Vold realizes that Harry & Co. have the Cup, so there is just no time. We all know what happens.

In the aftermath, Lucius/Narcissa/Rodolphus/whoever tells Harry (not the Ministry, Harry specifically) about Delphi, in exchange for a better plea deal. It's up to Harry to decide what to do.

Harry (who is the same character as he was in the books, not that weird OC that has his name in CC) has a little crisis: he doesn't know what to do with this information. His first impulse is "oh no, oh God, Bellatrix and Voldemort's lovechild, let it die". I think he would tell Ron and Hermione, and Dumbledore's portrait. He also tells Andromeda (together with Narcissa - *insert their complicated reunion HERE*)

After much reflection and discussion (and Dumbledore's help, and the fact that Harry is an empath with a huge heart in canon), he would come to the conclusion that they cannot fail this child: they cannot have another Tom Riddle, shunned and abandoned by the world. They cannot let another monster be born out of neglect.

Andromeda still hates Bellatrix and she has Teddy (she needs time to love her daughter's murderer's child), Narcissa&the Malfoys have their trials going on (also hated Bellatrix and Vold by the end), Hermione has to go back to Hogwarts, so Harry & Ron raise her ???

It's mostly Kreacher, in truth. They all stay at 12 Grimmauld Place.

It takes years for all the adults in her life to check their fucking biases, but in the end, they all have a hand in raising her: Malfoys, Tonkses, and the Golden Trio. Draco likes her especially.

They keep her identity hidden for her own safety (and even just to give her a fair chance at life). They say she was Rodolphus' secret niece or something. She still has access to a part of the Lestrange fortune.

Speaking of Rodolphus, he is horrified that the girl doesn't know who her parents are (they decide they'll only tell Delphi when she's a little older), and he asks for visitation rights for years. Finally, they grant them to him for good conduct, with the promise that he'll be supervised and won't try anything funny (like prophecies or time-turners, which just do not exist in this version).

Delphi isn't stupid, though. She's incredibly magically talented, looks like Bellatrix & Tom Riddle (Rod might have cried the first time he saw her), she's a Slytherin, she can speak Parseltongue (her biggest secret, no one outside of her closest family knows) - she starts having suspicions at the age of 9. She finally asks Harry, one day, when she is 13. He tells her that he would have liked to wait, but that he never wanted to hide it from her - yes, your parents were Tom Riddle and Bellatrix Lestrange.

Of course, she knows who these people were. What they did, even just to some of the people who are closest to her (Andromeda, Hermione). She denounces their actions, and yet she feels an ache for the family she'll never know.

She'll also never be able to claim her own surname out in the open - she'd be lynched in the streets.

She starts asking about them. She always has to preface it with"I know who they were, but". Harry understands. Oh, no one understands better than him. And while Ron&Hermione don't know much, Harry tells Delphi all he's gathered on the Dark Lord in those years, especially when he was still young, bright, Tom Riddle.

Andromeda is still very hesitant to talk about Bellatrix, but Narcissa likes to show her old photograph albums, and talk about her childhood, and Rodolphus never shuts up about Bella. They tell her how talented she was, how bright, how powerful, how passionate.

They tell her how she had been conceived as a Dark Magic experiment, her father never really paid her much mind, but how her mother couldn't help but get attached - even though she fought it, even though He told her not to. She couldn't help but love that part of Him that was in her. Rodolphus had adored that child too, from the beginning.

She has always been loved, from the start. She does not become Tom Riddle 2.0

Her parents were horrible people, but they were people. She was going to be just like them: powerful, ambitious, determined, studious, the best.

I feel like she would become a teacher, like her father had half-wanted to do, many many years before. Maybe not at Hogwarts, maybe even in higher education, but she would become extremely respected in her field and is remembered as a researcher and a great witch.

Rita Skeeter or whoever tries to come out with a theory about "Voldemort's secret child" when she's 30 or around that age. She's already so respected (not to mention, Harry Potter's goddaughter) that she is able to just laugh it off. "Even if I was, suck my dick" is basically what she says (in more elegant terms, of course).

She does have her parent's temper, though. And, just like Harry, her mother's eyes.

I also like to think that she took care of Rod in his old age, after he gets finally released from Azkaban (<3). In his deathbed delirium, he sees Bellatrix and dies in a Snape-way, happily.

Scenario n°2 - Voldemort wins AU

First of all, I guess it really depends on whether Bella dies. And I'm sorry to say that Delphi's survival chances increase if Bella does die (because there's something just so heartbreaking about Vold not being able to kill Bellatrix's daughter now that she's gone, now that she's the only part of her left).

Also, now he does need a new second in command. He can find another way to reach immortality but Bella's magical skill cannot go to waste.

Who raises her?

Errr

Do the Malfoys still betray Voldemort? If they do, which leads to Bellatrix's death, they are soooo fucked. There is no way they survive.

So Rodolphus, maybe? I'm going with him.

Voldemort isn't father of the year, guys. He's hateful and bigoted and utterly unaffectionate. Also, he misses Bella, although he'd never admit to it. He never talks about her. Ever. In his twisted, dark, mind he hates her for leaving him, for letting herself get killed, for dying. She betrayed and failed him.

Rodolphus, in all his grief, cannot shut up about her. As soon as Delphi musters the courage to ask him, Pandora's box opens and she learns everything and anything about her.

I don't know how her personality evolves in this scenario. I can't imagine her being particularly stable. She vows to become like her mother, better than her mother even. She failed her father, in the end, but Delphi won't (I imagine she also thinks of Voldemort's word as Gospel).

Vold trains her, of course, as he did Bella.

He cannot help but notice her and Delphi's similarities, but also their differences. Delphi is more subtle, quieter. Like Bella, she's naturally skilled at offensive magic. Unlike Bella, she's cold. Sharper. Hides her emotions more. She's reserved, and flighty. And yet, she craves his approval just like her mother did.

She grows up quite lonely, with no friends, possibly a tad socially awkward.

I think she'd have a hard time dealing with people outside her comfort zone, but also nobody would ever treat her like they would a normal person, they'd always be too afraid. It probably gets lonely.

She would call herself either Gaunt or Black, I feel. Voldemort wouldn't like her having the Lestrange name, Rodolphus' name, but all three are pureblood houses with no heirs, so at least one of them has to be picked up again (also, unless the Malfoys have some distant cousins tucked away somewhere, they're also gone)

I never really know what to make of Voldemort wins!AUs because these characters, to me, are somewhat doomed by the narrative. There is no happiness for them, even when they win. Voldemort is so full of rage that, once England is at his feet, Harry Potter is dead, he realises just how empty immortality is. A black pit even deeper than death and yet he knows that he cannot die, because he cannot feel guilt for his crimes, and therefore if he were to pass on to the next life, there would simply be no next life. His soul is destroyed, it's eternal nothingness. So he's fucked himself, basically.

Rod dies, eventually, and she mourns him deeply. She cannot bring herself to realise that he was more of a father to her than her own father but she feels his absence, and only understands how much she took him for granted when he's no longer there.

She and her father have this weird attraction/repulsion relationship where he wants to have her close but then cannot stand it when she is. She is at the same time too much of Bellatrix and too little of Bellatrix.

Much more depressed than in the other version of events. Her father is an immortal God who can't love her or be close to her in any way that matters, she's mostly alone (when she's an adult, it's by choice, because she just can't stand other people). She's immensely powerful, much more than her other self, but it just means nothing.

Loves her mother much less, in this scenario. She is too obsessed with Vold to really care about her (much like in the original play).

I cannot really imagine a happier future if Bellatrix had lived, because I feel like Voldemort would have even less need for Delphi. I could write a very long post about why it makes absolutely no sense for either of these characters to choose to have children, so this is the best I have.

I think that Bella would have loved her daughter but never more than the Dark Lord - and that in itself is tragic.

I'm sorry if these suck, I've tried my best.

[americancowgirl19]

Tommy’s Little Girl

Summary: You’re the most precious thing to Thomas Shelby. So, when a guy comes into your life he isn’t the most supportive.

Warnings: fluff, angst, cursing

Reader: Female Reader

Pairings: Tommy Shelby x Daughter!Reader, Reader x Male Character (H/n = His name, he can be whoever you want)

Word Count: 5,261

A/n: This was a request by an anon - Please can I request that Tommy Shelby’s daughter becomes engaged to a man behind his back and he refuses to acknowledge the engagement while the rest of the family do. After six months, just before the wedding, Tommy finally comes around to the idea... So, I added a few things to this request, I hope you still like it! I was just going to do the scene that the anon requested but I personally love writing who stories and backgrounds and shit so you get to see an entire life at Tommy’s daughter with the request included! Oh, and John doesn’t die cause fuck that.

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You were the ultimate daddy’s girl. From the moment you were born you and your father were inseparable. The only thing that tore you apart was the war. You were barely two years old when he went off to serve his country.

When he left he entrusted Polly to look after you. Of course she treated you as if you were her own. She protected you as fiercely as she protected your father, uncles and aunt. Especially when your Aunt Kitty, Kitty Jurossi, showed up demanding that you were to go with her.

Kitty is your mother’s sister. She never approved of Greta being with Tommy. While Tommy taking care of Greta in her final days and loving her as he did was honorable, Kitty knew what kind of man he is. She knew what kind of family he had, what kind of business he partook in. She didn’t want you around them.

Polly always thought it was amusing how Kitty waited until Tommy was out of country to try and collect you. Kitty wrongfully assumed that Polly would just hand you over. Your mother’s sister was lucky she was able to return to her home with her life, especially when she tried to forcefully take you.

You remembered that day very vaguely. You don’t remember what happened but you remembered the yelling, someone grabbing you painfully and how scared you were. Your father had just left you for the longest time in your life and now this woman was trying to take you from the person you considered your mother.

The years without your father were long and unmemorable. When he finally returned home you were five going on six. You waited on the train platform with Polly, Ada and Finn. Polly kept a tight hold on you as the soldiers came off the train and went to their families.

You tried to find him but you were far too short and all of them were wearing the same uniform and cap. You jumped in your spot just itching to run into his arms. It didn’t matter that you didn’t really remember specific details of him. You remembered the feeling you had with him. You remembered being safe and happy with him. You remembered being sad and lonely without him. You’d rather be safe and happy than the other part.

“There they are!” Ada shouts. Your head darts to where she was pointing. When you spotted him not even Polly was able to hold you back.

You remember him shoving his way through the others to get to you. When you were close he dropped to his knees and pulled you into his arms. You clung to him.

Then, just like before he left, the two of you were inseparable once again. The only time you weren’t together was when you were sleeping (although on rough nights you often found your way in his bed) or when he had dangerous Peaky business.

You were the Shelby princess. You were untouchable. You didn’t figure out how much you could get away with until you were older. You could murder his best friend - not that you ever killed anyone - and the longest he’d stay mad at you would be a few hours, a day at most.

Anything you wanted was yours. You were spoiled but you were also kind and generous. You had bratty streaks but who didn’t? You may have been the light of your father’s life but you were John’s partner in crime. Whenever his own kids got too much or he wanted to pick on his brother’s you were the one he came too.

As much as he did truly enjoy spending time with you, John also knew that with you by his side he wouldn’t get into as much trouble as he would without you. All you had to do was give your pretty little smile and bat those eyelashes and Tommy was wrapped around your finger.

Even when your siblings came into the world you were number one. You didn’t exactly like Charlie, not Grace, at first. They stole your father’s attention, something you weren’t used to sharing. Eventually you warmed up to them.

You were sad when Grace died but not nearly to the extreme as your father. His heart break broke your own heart. You felt as if nothing you did eased his pain. In reality, you were the one person keeping him from completely spiraling. He spiraled but just being with you managed to slowly bring him back.

You were a little more welcoming toward Lizzie and then Ruby. By the time Ruby came around you adored Charlie. Ruby quickly wiggled her way into your heart. You became fiercely protective of them. You helped Lizzie with them when Tommy got too busy. When you needed a break you joined your father to the office and he would continue explaining what he did.

To you, life was perfect. You had everything you needed and everything you wanted. Tommy kept you in the business just enough to satisfy you but not enough to put you directly in danger. You didn’t understand a lot of the politics and drama within the family but to you it didn’t matter. You had your family, you had your fun, and life was great.

Then, as you were creeping up on your mid-twenties, you met the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. You were in the market with Lizzie, Polly, and Ruby. You had wandered a bit from the others. There was some jewelry you were looking at when he came over. 

He was tall, muscular, and extremely handsome. He had a boyish smile and a flirtatious personality. It didn’t take you long to also figure out that he was clumsy and adorable. You were instantly hooked.

You two talked (flirted) for longer than you thought. Before you knew it Polly, Lizzie and Ruby were rejoining you. Polly was weary of him but it was obvious that he quickly won Lizzie over.

Much to your displeasure, once the three of them showed up you were quickly whisked away from him. Polly had said it was time to go and not many people were brave enough to argue with her. 

Even on the way home you thought about him. You hoped that you would see him again but you figured it was unlikely.

Word got around about you meeting Mr. Handsome at the market. Your uncles teased you and Ada interrogated you. Your father was oddly quiet on the other hand. He didn’t want to talk about it, so he didn’t. He just hoped that your paths wouldn’t cross again.

Tommy knew you were getting older but that didn’t mean he liked it. He wanted you to stay his little girl for a while longer. He wished you were still small enough to ride on his shoulders and small enough for him to engulf you in his arms. But you were growing into a beautiful young lady. Whether he liked it or not other men were bound to recognize your beauty and seek you out. He had been lucky, for the most part, about your disinterest in dating, but it wasn’t going to last.

Most of the women your age were already married with at least one child. You were content by yourself. You were gaining responsibilities with the business and being your father’s personal helper. Even though you were content you wanted more. You wanted your own family to come home to with your own kids.

Fortunately, for Tommy, you wouldn’t see the boy from the market for quite some time. It had been so long you had forgotten about him. Until suddenly he showed back up.

The Shelby’s were having a night at the fights. You were enjoying yourself. You didn’t get dolled up often but when you did you went all out. You felt beautiful thus making you feel confident. On top of that, everyone knew exactly who you were which meant heads turned in your direction everywhere you went. You felt important, untouchable. 

You sat with your aunt Ada, Aunt Polly, and step mother Lizzie. The three of you were talking amongst yourselves while the boys hollered at the match in front of them. When the fighters changed out you happened to look up and there he was.

Ada had been talking to you but you suddenly stopped listening. He was bigger, more muscular, than you remember. He didn’t seem as clumsy anymore yet he was just as handsome. 

“Y/n,” Ada shouts over the crowd.

“Oh, will you look at that,” Lizzie states looking at who you were staring at.

“Who’s he?” Ada questions. Lizzie reminds her about the guy from the market you had met over a year prior. You continued to ignore them.

Right before the match started his eyes connected with yours. He obviously recognized you. He sent you the same boyish smile he had in the market causing a light blush to come to your cheeks. He bravely sent you a wink before focusing on the fight.

Your eyes remained glued on him with Tommy’s eyes started at you. He had noticed the interaction and didn’t like it in the slightest.

When the match ended, with his unfortunate loss, you excused yourself to the loo. You weren’t fooling anybody. Everyone who paid attention knew where you were going and Tommy had half a mind to stop you when something grabbed his attention. The split second his attention was off of you gave you the time you needed to disappear into the crowd.

“H/n,” You say, standing in the doorway of the locker room. You were slightly nervous - a lot nervous - but you weren’t 100% sober so that helped. His head snapped up at the sound of your voice.

“Y/n,” He says, turning away from his locker and toward you. “Shelby,” He adds. You hadn’t told him who you were. It was obvious he hadn’t known back then and you wanted to keep it that way.

“In the flesh,” You gave him a twirl. “You fought well tonight,”

“I lost,” He deadpanned but didn’t look all that bothered by it..

“Caught me attention,” You told him.

“Guess it wasn’t a complete loss then, aye?” He smirks. “How about you make me a winner tonight and agree to a date?” You blushed.

“I can do that,” You agreed.

From there your relationship blossomed. The two of you fell for each other quickly. He started showing up around the family more. Your uncles hazed him, Ada and Polly constantly interrogated him, and your father silently judged him. No matter how hard you or H/n tried, your father never came around.

H/n didn’t care about Tommy’s disapproval of him. He loved you with all his heart and nobody was going to keep you from him. He may be funny, charismatic and handsome but he knew he was selfish with a side of possessive. In his mind, you were his and he wasn’t letting you go. He would do anything to keep you and to keep you happy.

It honestly was no surprise that less than a year later the two of you were engaged. He had taken you out on a picnic under the stars on a beach. You had dinner, went swimming and had a fire in the sand. While stargazing he proposed with a beautiful ring. You didn’t hesitate to say yes.

The next day, as you two were makin breakfast, you asked how your father handled him asking for permission when H/n told you he never asked. It shocked you that H/n didn’t talk to Tommy first. You knew when it came to your father H/n was a little rebellious but this was different. Honestly, you were a bit upset he didn’t speak with Tommy first. 

It hadn’t even been twenty four hours since your engagement and the two of you were thrown into a fight. A minor one but a fight nonetheless. He didn’t see why it mattered seeing as the two of you were getting married with or without his permission. You argued that it wasn’t his permission you were looking for but your blessing. H/n didn’t understand just how close you and Tommy are but you wished he would at least respect it.

Eventually, he apologized when he finally noticed just how important Tommy’s approval meant to you. You promised H/n that you would marry him no matter what but keeping it from your father was not an option. H/n promised to talk to him.

A few days passed and then a week. H/n still didn’t talk to Tommy. You were fed up and decided to do it yourself. When you arrived at the Arrow House all you found were Lizzie and Ruby. 

Ruby instantly spotted the ring. You desperately wanted to talk to Tommy first but since you weren’t getting passed you sister not Lizzie you conceded.

“So, when did he pop the question?” Ruby asked.

“About two weeks ago,” You answered, a large smile on your face. “He asked me on the beach under the stars,” Ruby swooned but Lizzie didn’t seem to be paying attention anymore. You looked at her. You tensed noticing her looking behind you. Slowly, you turned around and saw your father standing there.

His eyes stare into your eyes and for the first time in your life you can’t figure out what he was thinking. He seemed emotionless but you couldn’t tell if the look in his eyes was anger or disappointment. His eyes glanced down at your hand, at your ring.

“Dad, I-” You didn’t get a chance to explain. He turned around and walked out of the house. You were shocked. He never did that to you. He always let you speak no matter what he was feeling. When you snapped out of it you quickly went after him but he was already in the car driving down the road. “Dad! Wait, please!” But he just keeps driving.

“He’ll come around,” Ruby tries to comfort but her words just go in one ear and right out the other.

For weeks your father avoided you like the plague. You walked into a room, he walked out. You tried to talk, he talked over you. You tried to get his attention, he ignored you. You tried for over a month before deciding to give him some space and focus on planning your wedding.

With the help of Ada, Ruby, Polly, and Esme you planned the wedding. Every day you got a step closer to the date. Every day you got more excited. Yet one thing continued to dampen your mood.

“Y/n, come in,” Esme greets, stepping aside to let you into her home.

“Is John here? I want to talk to him,” You say, fiddling with your fingers nervously. Esme smiles kindly and nods.

“Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll fetch him,” She suggests before disappearing into the house. You walk into the parlor. You smile and play with your cousins for a bit before John finally joins you.

“I wanted to ask you something,” You say after he shoos the kids away. He gives you his attention. You take in a deep breath as tears mist over your eyes. He looks more concerned by the second. “I was wondering if you... would walk me down the aisle,” John frowns his eyebrows.

“You want me?” He asks, shocked. “What about Tom-”

“He hasn’t spoken to me for months,” You snap, struggling to keep your tears from falling. “He can hardly look at me or stand to be in the same room. I think it’s safe to say he’s not coming,” You try to sound angry but curse silently when your voice grows more shaky. John sighs.

“Come here, sweetheart,” He opens his arms and you quickly close the distance between the two of you. He holds you tightly as you cry in his chest. “Tommy’s being a right arse at the moment, everyone knows that,” He mutters. “But nothing in the world is going to stop him from walking you down that aisle,”

“H/n being at the end of it might,” You mutter. John laughs quietly.

“Love, if Tommy really hated H/n, he would be dead by now,” John says truthfully. You see the logic in his statement but it hardly lifts your spirits. 

“The wedding is in two weeks,” You whisper. “He hasn’t budged yet,”

“I want you to do something for me,” John says, pulling back just enough to look at your face and wipe your tears. “I want you to think through your entire life and tell me a time where you didn’t get your way with Tommy,” John challenges. “I’m not even going to wait because it never bloody happened,” You smile a bit. “Now, this has been the longest you’ve had to wait for him to come around but trust me, he is incapable of not doing what you want,”

“Will you still be on standby?” You ask him. He smirks and kisses your forehead.

“Of course,” He whispers. “Bloody hell, has anyone said no to you before?” He asks, smirking as he steps away from you.

“What can I say? I’m everyone’s sweetheart,” You smile. John rolls his eyes and offers for you to stay for dinner, which you accept.

When you returned home you noticed H/n was home as well. You had moved out of Arrow house before the engagement, something your father strongly disagreed with.

When you walked inside, H/n was waiting up for you. You hadn’t meant to be home so late. It’s just when you’re with John and his kids they just make the time fly by. Luckily, H/n didn’t seem upset just tired.

“Come here,” He mutters, opening his arms. You smile and settle in his lap enjoying the feeling of his thick arms wrapped around your body. “Were you at Arrow House?” He asks.

“No, I went to see Uncle John,” You tell him. He hums curiously. “I wanted to ask if he’d walk me down the aisle,” You whisper. H/n holds you tighter.

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” He whispers to you. “I shouldn’t have proposed without asking for his blessing or at least mentioning it to him,”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” You grumbled before sighing. “But this is much more than that. Something else is bothering him,”

“You’re his precious girl, he’ll talk eventually,” He reassures you. You don’t respond, you simply cuddle deeper into his embrace.

A week passed. You had five days until your wedding. You woke up excited as you daydreamed about the day. However, your happiness didn’t last.

BRITIAN     AT    WAR    WITH    GERMANY

Your father and uncles had fought in the first war. The supposed ‘war to end all wars’. Now, only a short few years later there was another war. A war the next generation would fight. A war your H/n volunteered to join.

You were in the kitchen cleaning up. You were doing everything you could to keep buys. Britain was officially at war and you were terrified. You knew everything was going to change. Deep down you knew it would happen but it didn’t register until he was right in front of you.

“When do you leave?” You whisper, desperately trying to stay together as you look at H/n. He was in his uniform with papers in his hand.

“Thursday,” H/n hesitantly whispers. You close your eyes and hang your head. Not only was your soon-to-be husband going off to fight this war but he was leaving before your wedding. On top of that, you only had two more days with him.

“Why do you have to leave?” You whimpered. He doesn’t answer. He just closes the gap between the two of you and pulls you into a tight hug. He hugged you as if he could single handedly keep you from falling apart.

“I will come back to you, Y/n Shelby,” He states firmly. “Heaven nor hell will keep me from you, you have me word,”

“I love you,” You whisper, clinging to him. He pulls back just enough to tilt your head up to his lips. He doesn’t verbally respond but he tries to pour all his love and determination to return to you in the breathtaking kiss.

You cling to him for as long as you can but eventually have to let him go. While he didn’t leave until Thursday he had much to get done before then. He promised he would be back in a few hours but you didn’t want to be alone.

The first thing you did was go to Polly. You froze when you saw her drying her cheeks. Finn had volunteered as well. Together you both cried. 

Finn might have technically been your uncle but he was more of a brother. There was only a few years difference between the two of you. Polly had raised you both. You hated that you could possibly not only lose H/n but Finn as well.

Luckily Charlie was still too young to join but only for another year. You had no doubt that he would join up the first chance he got. He’s Tommy’s son. Neither of them were good at backing down.

When you left Polly you went to Arrow House. You were done. You were done with your father’s stubbornness. You were done with his silence and his judgmental stares. He could be mad about the wedding all he wanted but you needed him to come back to you.

“Did H/n..?” Lizzie’s voice dissipates. She didn’t want to finish the question and she didn’t have too. You just nod and accept her comforting hug. You’ve cried the majority of the day and knew you weren’t done yet. You knew the second you went face to face with Tommy you’d fall apart all over again.

“Where is he?” You ask.

“In his office,” Lizzie says knowing exactly who you were wanting. “Most likely on his second bottle by now,” You sighed, rubbing your face tiredly. “I’ll make some tea,” You send her a smile and a nod.

You don’t even bother to knock, you rarely did. There wasn’t a room you knew about that you weren’t welcome into. Inside you found your father slouched in his chair with a full glass in his hands. He doesn’t bother to look at you. You don’t even know if he registers your presence. 

“I don’t know what you’re so mad at me about,” You began. Your voice sounded strong and you hoped it stayed that way. “Yes, H/n asked me to marry him. No, I didn’t know at the time that he didn’t talk to you but get over it. You haven’t made his time in this family easy, no wonder he doesn’t want to talk to you. 

“When you found out you found out too soon. I was there to talk to you about it but Ruby and Lizzie saw me first. This wasn’t something I wanted to keep from you, I never meant to hurt you. I’m sorry,” You whisper. Hope fills you a bit when he glances at you in the corner of his eye. “I know something else is bothering you but I don’t know what it is and I need you to work it out some how because I need you, dad,” You whimper. 

He finally looks at you. 

“These last few months have been so hard without you and now H/n is going off to war, I’m not sure if I’m even going to get married, and you still won’t fucking talk to me!” You shouted but the tears in your eyes betrays your anger. “I’m scared out of my mind I’m going to lose H/n, that I’m going to lose Finn... That I already lost you,” A few tears fall down your face. “I’m sorry for whatever I did, please forgive me because I need you so fucking back,”

By the end you were close to sobbing and falling to you knees. You sobbed but you never fell. Tommy was out of his seat and was wrapping his arms around you before your knees could give away.

He leads you to the couch and sits down. You curl into his chest like you used to do when you were younger. He hums quietly and rocks you.

“You didn’t lose me, darling girl,” He whispers to you. “I’m so sorry for the way I’ve acted. I should have never treated you like I have. No, I don’t like H/n but not because of who he is but because he’s taking my little girl from me,” You tilt your head to look at him. “For nearly 26 years you have been the center of my world,” He whispers quietly. “Through everything, you have been the most important constant in my life. There were many times you were my only source of happiness, my only will to live,” He admits. “I’m terrified of what I’ll do without you,”

“You’ll never be without me,” You whisper to him. “I live ten minutes away and you’ll still see me daily whether H/n likes it or not,” Tommy smiles a bit. “And maybe when the war is over you’ll have more mini me’s running around,” Tommy scowls at the thought of the process of making children rather than the thought of the actual kids.

“You’re happy with him?” You nod. “You love him and he loves you?” You nod again. “Has he hurt you?” You shake your head. He sighs, slightly frustrated with the lack of reason to murder H/n. Not that he really needed a reason but he knew if he did he would hurt you. He’s already hurt you enough as it is. “Then you have my blessing,” You smile at him.

“He leaves before the wedding,” You whisper. He shrugs.

“So, move the wedding up,” He says nonchalantly. 

“How are we going to set everything up before Thursday?” You ask. He smirks.

“You don’t worry about a thing,” He kisses your forehead. “Let me call Ada, Pol, and Esme. They’ll help you get ready and I’ll worry about the rest,”

“You avoided this wedding the entire time, now you’re going to plan in within a few hours?” You ask.

“I’m Thomas Shelby,” He said as if it were the cure to all diseases. “Up you get,” He gently pushes you out of his lap. “No worrying,” He points at you before kissing your forehead again.

“Who’s going to want to celebrate at a time like this?” You ask before he leaves. He turns toward you and smiles softly.

“Right now is the perfect time to celebrate a moment like this,” Tommy tells you. You can see the honesty in his eyes and can tell he’s briefly reliving the past. You hate that his past is always haunting him and you pray that you’ll be able to help H/s if... when he comes back to you. “Relax, get ready, and I’ll see you in a few hours.”

It didn’t take long for Ada, Polly and Esme to show up. Polly had your dress and Ada had your accessories. The three of them with Lizzie and Ruby helped you get ready for the wedding.

As you got ready, Tommy went to your home where he found H/n just returning. It was obvious that he was surprised to see Tommy but he invited his future in-law inside nonetheless.

“I was a few years younger than you when I was shipped off to France,” Tommy explained to him. “When I returned I wasn’t the same. Nobody who goes through what we went through, what you will go through, returns the same,” Tommy warns. “Y/n was five or six when I got back. She helped give me a reason to keep waking up, to keep moving. When you come back, you’ll need someone that will be able to anchor you into the present. Don’t push people away, especially Y/n... She won’t let you,” Tommy advises with a soft smile as he thinks about you.

“I won’t,” H/s vows.

“You say that now but I promise it’ll be very tempting when you return,” Tommy says. Casually, Tommy walks closer. “Everyone that returns deals with the past differently. I won’t judge you for the drinks you’ll have or even the drugs you may take,” Tommy shrugs. “But if you come back and you turn violent again Y/n at any point. If you so much as hurt her one time, I will personally dig your grave and put you in it,” Tommy promises. “You will come back, you’ll deal with it however you can, and you’ll take care of Y/n and the family you’ll have. If you can’t do that, don’t marry her and walk away now.”

“I love you daughter. I want her happy and I’ll give my life to keep her safe,” H/s vows.

“Good,” Tommy nods. “That’s my little girl. Her happiness is everything to me. You give me one reason to kill you and I promise you and whatever god is out there that I will take that chance,”

“Understood,” H/n slowly nods.

“Good,” Tommy nods again. “Well, let’s get going, you’re getting married in a few hours,” Tommy says walking toward the door. He pulls out a cigarette and begins to light it.

“I am?” H/n calls out confused. Tommy just keeps walking and H/n jogs to catch up.

A few hours later, John and Arthur show up to collect the women.

“Your chariot awaits madam,” Arthur announces loudly. You couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear as he leads you to the car. John winks at you playfully.

“Told you he’d come around,” John teased.

“Should have cried in front of him sooner, that usually does the trick,” You joke back. John grins wider and kisses your head.

“Alright! Let’s get a move on, we’ve got a wedding to get too!” Arthur hollers. When you arrive where the rest of the gypsies and Peaky Blinders are, they cheer for your arrival.

Tommy greets you at the car looking handsome as ever.

“I hope I’m still allowed to walk you down,” He mutters helping you out of the car.

“Of course,” You smile leaning into him. He kisses your head and leads you toward the aisle. At the end you find H/s standing there looking breathtaking. “I’m scared,” You whisper.

“That’s alright,” He promises, slowly walking you toward your future husband. “There’s going to be moment where you’re scared but there will never be a moment where you’re alone,” He tells you. You tighten your arm around his. “These last few months will never happen again,” He vows. “I’ll be there anytime and every time you need me,”

“I know,” You whisper. 

When you reach the end, Tommy turns toward you. You smile up at him. He gently cups the side of your face.

“I love you,” He whispers, gently kissing your forehead. His lips linger as he remembers the day you were born, the day he left and came back from the war. He remembered every moment he shared with you. He hated that future memories would be shared with H/n but as long as you were there he wouldn’t mind.

“I love you too,” You whisper back, basking in the warmth and safety of his embrace for a moment longer. Tommy hesitantly steps back. You both share a smile before he hands you off to your soon-to-be husband.

[frozcnlight]

Miran watched her husband from the corner of her eyes, getting some distance between them once she was able to and then eyed the cake with raising suspicion. There was to wonder if it tasted the way she was used to it - or perhaps was even filled with venom to get rid of her quickly. Well, death would probably be quite pleasant right now, wouldn't it? Now that everything slowly seemed to calm down, she realized just how stressed she felt because of this whole situation.

Which finally explained to her, why her thoughts ran wild alongside her emotions the entire time.

“What happens if I betray you?”, she observed Regulus again with a serious expression, “Will you kill me then, just like you shattered the dagger?”. The memory of it still plagued her mind. If he could destroy such material, her mortal flesh would stand no chance. So how? How could she help those girls? Was there even any hope of escape out there?

All she could do was to try outsmarting him in some way. Something that needed time. Perhaps, if she tried to gain his trust? Miran squinted, shaking her head at her own thought. Refusing to step this low, even if it was towarded a person like Regulus. “You absolutely gave me no reason to not betray you so far.”, she then spoke quietly, “After all you literally kidnapped me! Do you think I stay nice and put and do whatever you say?”.

As she spoke, she observed the room again. She couldn’t care less about being a queen, after all she already had everything she wanted before already! Wealth was nothing new to her neither - she literally grew up in a family of wealth after all. An audible sigh escaped her, as she put away the cake on the table without ever taking a bite.

“Listen. I want to be honest. I understand weddings and all, what I do not understand is what is literally going on here! All I wonder about currently is if I’m just dreaming and got some kind of bad nightmare. Because this all seems pretty unreal to me. A harem with over thousand wives, married to the greediest person on this planet? I know no woman who would…”, she paused - actually no, that would be a lie.

Many women probably would marry him just to live an easy life. Such were those, who had nothing at all. Her father too had warned her often enough to stay away from people who weren’t part of high society, “...forget that, there is probably one reason why those women would willingly marry you and that’s because of your riches. However, I do not care about those. All I want is to go back to my work and take care of my little sister! My sister is eight, she can’t take care of herself yet, if she’s even still alive because apparently you just go on and get murdered whoever you please.”. She took a sharp breath before she went on, “That’s not how life works and I don’t know if I need to wake up because, as said apparently I’m dreaming, or you need to because I really don’t get what is going on in that head of yours!”.

During her long talk, Miran had clenched her hands once more unto a fist and grabbed the long skirt of her wedding gown. She tried so hard to not have one hell of a mental break down - something she tried to hold back all the time by trying to tell herself that she was alright. That she could do this. But with every passing second, things seemed more hopeless than she assumed, “All of that makes no sense! And yes, I am angry. Can you really blame me for that?!”.

The wedding was hardly over, they had cake to eat, and people wished to dance, as the grand hall had nearly everyone within his kingdom there, from his wives, to his followers, the one thing that Miran would be able to see, was he was the only male here, everyone else was female, but Miran needed to ease her worried little mind and put those concerns to bed, this was not what she thought it was, this was perfection in every single way, this was not something sick, twisted and horrid, that he was sleeping with all of them.

He was a divine being.

Perfection was all that mattered for him, perfection and nothing more than that and it all comes down to this, his wives remained perfect, in every single way possible, he didn’t lay with them, he had no interest, the marriage, the heart, the whole show, the enter husband and wife part of it was more thrilling than anything else, he had hundreds of wives, come now - even for him to do what Miran might have expected, was impossible, it was more about, them, remaining here, with him, forever and truly.

Keeping him alive with the love he takes from their hearts.

“Well, of course, more of a show than anything else, take the sword and cut down into the cake.” As he looked at the cake, that stood, as high as a small house would have stood within the worthless villages some of his wives came from, it was a little bit overboard, but like everything with him, he liked to show his wealth and power, bigger.

Well bigger was better was it not.

“Just relax.” Humming as he watched her for the moment, to see for himself the lack of skill and talent, never held a sword, never used one before, does not know how to kill then with such a thing as she would lose her balance and fall forward, poking the cake with the sword and jamming the sword right through it.

“Well now, no harm done my wife.” using the new name for her as he walked towards her, stood behind her, would put his arms around her, taking her hands, covering them with his own and pulling the sword out, up and then down to make the cut of the cake, a messy slice, as everyone would begin to clap, as a follower walked forward and started to cut the real slices of cake from the cake and plate them up for everyone to be given, as a plate was given to him, and a plate to her.

“I know you are a little bit angry right now Miran, but as my wife, you are also the queen as well, of my kingdom, my wealth, my lands, it is all your own, you will have anything you want here, if it makes you happy, anything at all, you just have to remember the laws, that as your husband, I do indeed expect your loyalty, to me, betraying me, would be quite foolish to do.”

[soxcietyy]

Dollhouse

In a world where females are not commonly born you are kidnapped and taken to the kingdom of Valgore to be sold off to whoever can afford you. The General of the knights Yuta Okkotsu who isn’t sure if he wants a wife, takes you in but you arnt going to make his life easy by submitting yourself to him.

Tw: bad language, violence, drinking, beating, woman being mistreated, abuse, murder, rape, things that may trigger people.

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

"Everyone I need you in pairs for tonight's shift. We have another dozen of maidens coming in and last time we lost one." Yuta says glaring at Yujis way who slowly averted his eyes down.

Yes Yuta knew it was Yuji, no he wasn't going to say anything. Whats done is done. What was the point of getting him into trouble to?

"I know we are all exhausted with having training but what I have noticed is most of you just know how to shoot. Nobody knows hand to hand combat. I believe you shouldn’t only rely on a weapon. Know how to defend yourself and your family’s. So today I introduced you to Maki" Yuta says stepping away from the entrance door. In came in Maki in a pure black uniform. She was also stacked in medals but not as many as Yuta. Her boot heels clacked with every step sending shivered in some of the guards spines. She didn't look like a girl who wanted to be swooned by a man she looked like she wanted to kill them.

"She will be training you guys in groups. Half of you will take A day the other half B day. Now please be polite, she's definitely someone you shouldn't mess with or underestimate just because she's a female." Yuta said stepping back giving Maki the chance to speak.

"I will be training you on hand to hand combat from now on. I will not tolerate any attitude or talk back. I will not treat you as your mother, think of me worst than your general." She smiles making sure everyone understands. From Yutas knowledge she comes from a family where hand to hand

Combat was a normal practice for them. The king had found her and asked her if she wanted to help out in the army. Of course she didn't hesitate the money was good. Not that any of these men should know that because they would be furious finding out she got payed more than them.

"Your dismissed." Yuta says waving them out of the meeting room. He was tired of all this non stop training and work. For some reason it seemed as if work piled on him more and more. Other than the paper work back home. His lovely wife learned now to read and write so she did majority of it only leaving the important documents to him. Walking to his office he sat down slouching on it. All he wanted was to go home and relax. Oh how much he died to just see you right now, for a shoulder massage, your sweet kisses or your adorable facial expressions. He just wanted you to be here to bring him at ease. A small knock could be heard from the door snapping Yuta out of his thought. "Come in," Yuta said as he sat up straight. In came in Yuji with a shy smile.

"Hey General Okkotsu I was wondering if I could talk to you in private about... you know what." Yuji said looking around to make sure nobody was here.

"Of course sit down." Yuta said as he dug in his drawer throwing a gift box on the table. Yuji looks up at him confused on what the special occasion was.

"A gift from my wife to yours. Your having a child after all." Yuta gestures him to open it. "After being home most of the time she took up a hobby of sewing." Yuta continued.

He watched how Yuji carefully opened the box and pulled out a small pair of socks and a beautifully made blanket that looked so warm. They lived in one of the kingdoms with the longest winters so this would truly come in handy. "Thank you I'm sure she'll greatly appreciate it, but why didn't he give it to her instead?" Yuji said putting it back in the box.

"She wanted you to see it first knowing how anxious you are. She hoped it would bring you to ease. Now what did you want to speak to me about?" Yuta asks.

Yuji took a deep breath before speaking."You know how I basically kidnapped Alice, I don't have any marriage documentation so how am I supposed to take her to the hospital when she's ready to give birth?" Yuji asks worried that she might be taken from her.

Yuta sat there thinking about it. He could probably steal a marriage certification or replace her with one of the other girl and make him buy her. He could get in deep trouble if they knew he kidnapped her. Maybe he could even talk to the king and convince him to let it pass. Everyone was always fond of Yuta and did anything he asked.

"I'll take care of it don't worry." Yuta finally said.

"Really? That was quick." Yuji perked up. "How's y/n? Any signs of pregnancy?"

Yuta let's if a chuckle. "Iv been watching her carefully for a months and she shows no signs of it. She doesn't mind bed room activity's either so I'm assuming she's not. She completely fine and I don't plan on telling her that I almost got her pregnant. " Yuta said kind of thankful for the outcome. It's not that he didn't want a kid he just wasn't ready. He was barely getting the groove of being a married man. Having a child would absolutely kill him.

"But you came in her how is she not going to know?"

"She wasn't education young so she shouldn't know plus it was on accident. I was in the moment and forgot to pull out." Yuta confesses. "Haven’t made that mistake again." He smiled.

"How do you feel about being a future father?"

"It's pretty overwhelming I won't lie. I don't even know anything about taking care of kids." Yuji sinks into his chair.

"You'll be working all day with me I doubt you'll have to worry about that. Plus Alice will be with

y/n until we figure out your marriage situation. Just make sure she has everything she needs and save up for the kid because from my knowledge your bank account isn’t going to look pretty. Happy wife happy life though.Those two girls have gotten so close that I'm pretty sure they tell each other things they don't tell us. "

For a second Yuji could of sworn he saw Yuta pout. But before he could say anything someone slammed the door open.

"General! We have a problem going on and it urgent." A man ran in frantically.

"What's wrong? " Yuta said standing up immediately.

"We're being threatened! The neighboring kingdom their here!" He yelled.

Yuji and Yuta looked each other with worried expression as they ran out. It was currently seven pm. The sun was close to setting and it was getting colder. As they ran you could see their breath smoke out of their mouths. From the small amount of information gained they needed to follow the crowed of soldiers that where running in the same direction. He had absolutely no idea of the situation all he could hope was that it wasn't going to be the same incident from years ago.

Both of them quickly made it to a crowd of soldiers and people.

"Go home!" Yuta yelled at the civilians who were trying to figure out what was going on. Yuta didn't know the extent of the situation so he did what was best and that was to evacuate everyone from the area. They currently stood in front of the kingdoms entrance. People going in or out were stopped and sent back.

"Soldiers, make way." Yuta yelled getting their attention. They all cooperated and spread apart leaving a walk way for Yuta. Before going in he looked behind to make sure Yuji was still behind him. He motioned him to follow behind him.

Walking down there was nothing but silence. He could see some worried glances from his men but he decided to pay no mind to them. Eventually he made it to the front to be met with a man. He was taller than Yuta and looked more buffer. He wore a green uniform and had tons of medals. If he had to take a wild guess this was the General of the other side.

"General Okkotsu it's been a while hasn't it?" The man said taking a step closer.

"It sure has been General Geto" Yuta said putting his hand on his sword.

"I don't see Gojo anywhere, what must of happened to him?" He looks at him with a smirk.

"Sorry I'm not able to say private information. Enough of the small talk why are you here?" Yuta backs away not liking how much this man towered over him.

"Getting straight to the point I see. I'll cut it short for you, you guys cut of trade with us and our king isn't too happy. So we came here to deliver a message." He smiled, "We have a five year contract and will not easily be discarded. If you stop trade we will take action." It was true they did have that contract. It was established after the incident since they couldn’t come to a agreement.

"Sorry and why are you telling me this? I don't take part of anything political other than war." Yuta crossed his arms.

"Just a message to send to your king." Geto said raising his hand making his men turn around.

"I hope we see each other in the future Yuta." He said before taking his leave. Yuta watched him leave making sure he wasn’t trying to pull something. What the hell was the council doing? They knew how dangerous the other kingdom is why would they suddenly stop trade?

"For fuck sakes, can I get a messenger?" Yuta yelled into the crowed. Clearly pissed off. They were not about to do the most idiotic thing ever. Why not maintain peaceful?

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"When are you going to tell him y/n?!" Alice said as she patted your back. This was your third time puking today.

"Tell him I'm pregnant? You know how Yuta is he's always so worried over the smallest things! Plus he already has enough on his plate if I tell him I'm sure he's going to faint." You said as you flushed the toilet.

Alice sighs as she helps you up. She was three weeks ahead of your pregnancy and you could already see her bum. Soon you'll be seeing yours too. Being fifteen weeks pregnant wasn't fun.

"Do you want some tea?" Alice asks

"No it's fine I just need a break, I need some rest I'm exhausted." You sigh sitting on the couch.

"You need to tell him y/n he’s going to be upset that you didn’t trust him enough to to tell him in the future." She says grabbing your hand. Rubbing circles on the back of your hand with her thumb.

"It’s not easy to care for yourself on your own while pregnant, You need him. "

"I guess your right"

"It's getting kind of late no? Where are the boys?" Alice asks looking at the door worrying.

"They are probably having a meeting or late shift. They'll be back soon don't worry. You shouldn't be getting stressed it's bad for the baby." You smile handing her a blanket to get comfortable.

The first time you met her she talked her ear off about how Itadori had saved her. How she fell in love with him because he was trying to calm her down when she was having a breakdown. You wernt really surprised that his method consisted of making jokes. She spoke about how he treated her like royalty by doing everything for her. Even the smallest things you wouldn’t need help with he was right their.

Before Alice could say anything the front door open letting a cold breeze come in.

In came in the boys looking very sleep deprived. Their uniform was dirty and their hair was a mess. You couldn’t blame them they had been working day and night shifts lately due to short staff.

"Welcome home boys! Can I get you anything? Nice cup of tea to warm you up?" You ask standing up to greet your husband. His tired eyes follow you until you reach him embracing him in a hug. You felt of he shifted all his weight on you making you stumble a bit. "Yu if your going to sleep do it on the bed." You say pushing him up.

"Yes I know and I think I rather head to bed than drink tea." Yuta says as he starts pulling you up stairs. Even if he was tried he had a tight grip on You making sure you didn’t escape him.

"Um guys make yourself at home! Don’t be afraid to grab anything!" You say to your guest. Due to Yujis "kidnapping" he had to keep a low profile of him and his wife. So they were staying here until they get things straightened out. You didn’t mind you enjoyed the company and bonding over pregnancy. Something Yuta hasn’t realized yet.

After getting ready for bed you sat on the bed as Yuta started taking his uniform off.

Maybe Alice was right about telling him the truth. Everyday that goes by seems to be making Yutas work harder.

"Yuta I wanted to talk to you about something…" you say watching him get into bed next to you. He shifted until he was comfortable to speak again.

"What’s wrong? Wait before you say anything lay down with me I’m cold and would appreciate having you as my heater." He lets out a small laugh as he helps you get under the blanket. You could feel his cold hands grabbing your waist bringing you closer to him. His breathing tickling the back of your neck. You turn your body to face him. Cupping his adorable cheeks into your hands.

"Yu your going to be a dad." You say sweetly as he started to drift to sleep.

"Dad" he mumbled as he placed his head in the crook of your neck.

"Yes your going to be a dada." You giggle

"Dada" he mumbled once again before quickly sitting up. "Dada?" He said with wide eyes.

"Your pregnant?!" He quickly uncovers the blanket from you placing his hands on your tummy. Your stomach didn’t have much of a shape to it yet but if you really felt it you could tell.

"I’m going to be a dad?! Why? No wait since when? How long have you been?"

"Yes, because you got me pregnant, every since you came in me, and I’m 14 weeks pregnant."

His jaw dropped, he must be a real idiot for not noticing.

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[autumn-sweet-fae]

Do you have any plans for Iris? I'm not sure if you ever told if in this AU she is the Champion or if is Alder or one of the protagonists of the game.

If she is the Champion, serious stuff aside, I can only imagine her oficial social media account being taken over by PR and sounding very proffisional the moment the news about Ingo being in Sinnoh and possibly a criminal appear while her personal account gets flooded with posts worrying for Ingo and " Murder Murder Kill Murder KILL to whoever wrote that damn headline. Pray that I never find you in my life or I will make you pay for badmouthing my family like that!!!"

Yes, Iris currently is still reigning champion!

And you are correct, the PR team to take over the official accout of the Unova Champion once the news breaks. The the official champion accounts of the regions are the most followed and politicize She would be free to say what she wants on her personal account to a degree. ‘MURDER KILL’ would be too much though lol.

She post allot, pokemon pictures, memes, new champion dress pictures. When the story breaks that Ingo is back and a criminal she’s shocked as everyone else who knows him. She makes post reminding everyone how responsible and safety driven Ingo is and how this must be some kind of mistake.

At first people didn’t even believe that is person actually was Ingo, thinking it was someone in disguise. Iris liked post that stated that if this turned out to be someone else then they are terrible for putting Ingo’s family through this. But then a clear photo was released and it becames obvious, even with the beard and the torn clothes.

Iris is really curious about who this girl is and more importantly, who she is to her cousin Ingo. She does not believe Akari is blood related to Ingo but that doesn’t rule out that she might have been adopted by him.

When kids who challenge them post pictures of their Pokémon or stories of their interactions, Iris almost always shares their post and responds to them.

Being Unova’s champion she can’t directly get involve really, but she does use her personal account to make her opinions known. She also is the one to help look after Ingo and Emmets remaining team when Emmet heads to Sinnoh. They text and she will send the one he needs over using a pc if needed.

[streetlight11]

Wolfgang

Summary: After your parents were murdered by werewolf hunters, you had to run away. You had to save yourself from going through the same tragic fate and that leaves you to being a lone wolf. Thankfully, moving to a new town led you to meeting new people and possibly a new family.

Theme: werewolf au, strangers to lovers

Genre: smidge of action, fluff, slightly suggestive

Warnings: mentions of slight nudity and violence, gets a little steamy near the end but nothing too detailed

WC: 6.6k

Pairing: Alpha!Minho x Omega!FemReader

a/n: Hi :) Obviously werewolf skz is just *chef's kiss* so of course I had to write about it. So here's a Minho one ;)

Due to your parent’s unfortunate death, you had to move away to avoid being caught by the same hunters who killed them. By moving cities, it means moving schools too. Before this, you were in your dad’s pack which only consists of your mom, your dad and you. Now that they’re gone, it leaves you to being a lone wolf.

Hence, why you managed to enrol yourself into this new school after finding yourself a cheap rundown apartment.

You were an Omega werewolf which means you weren’t a part of any pack. You were a lone wolf. After your parents died, you had no one to go to. No friends, no family, nothing. You might as well just die.

Except, you knew your parents wouldn’t want that so you had to persevere and try to at least survive for as long as you can on your own. Throughout your whole life, you weren’t really able to detect any werewolves near you despite your amazing supernatural sense of smell.

So you thought you were alone from now on. Little did you know, the previous town you lived in just didn’t have your kind.

The 8 of them were a pack. To be more specific, they were in Chan’s pack. Chan was their leader but also an Alpha along with Minho and Changbin. Meanwhile, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin were Betas. They’ve been together for quite a while now where Chan was initially only with Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin before he took in the other young ones after a few unfortunate circumstances.

Chan has been teaching them how to hunt, enhance their skills and basically provide them food and shelter. They were more like brothers instead of friends or acquaintances. Their bond was stronger than anything else. If one was injured, the other would know even if they were miles apart.

It was a warm Tuesday afternoon, the boys were just having lunch at their usual table when Changbin’s nose began to tickle with a strong scent, only for the others to smell it too right after.

“Hey, do you guys smell that?” Changbin asked quietly, earning a few nods from the rest.

Since Chan, Minho and Changbin were Alphas, they have slightly stronger werewolf senses compared to the others and they could tell that this scent was new. They knew a few other packs that were present on campus and were even friends with some of them but this?

This was a very new scent that they weren’t familiar with.

“Whoever this is, they clearly just transferred here.” Jisung stated nonchalantly.

“No shit sherlock.” Minho said, earning a low snarl from the younger boy.

“But where is it coming from? I would know if they’re in the room with us… Looks like they’re in the grounds just not in this cafeteria…” Chan said as his eyes began to scan the entire radius of the cafeteria hall.

“But can you tell if it’s a male or female?” Jeongin asked curiously only for Chan to turn back to his brothers and nod.

“It’s a female.”

A few minutes later, they were all gathered for the talk session they had with a motivational speaker regarding the academics. The 8 of them were seated in the middle row of the lecture hall. It was already filled with students from all courses, leaving only a few seats empty. One of which was at the very end of the row below them, right by the aisle and just in front of Felix.

Soon enough, the man began talking and introducing himself to the audience. The boys were just seated there, barely focusing. Neither of them were properly listening to the speaker.

However, their attention was soon diverted intensely when the same scent from earlier only grew stronger by the minute. Before they could even ask each other about it, a new face came stumbling in the main doors.

That’s when they realized where that scent was coming from.

It was you.

You were running late for the motivational talk which is why you were now sprinting across the campus to reach the main building which held the auditorium. Upon arriving, you managed to find the right hall after what felt like forever. The minute you pushed the double doors open, you were immediately met with at least 400 pairs of eyes.

The man standing on stage simply smiles at you and asks you to take a seat wherever you could find. He was nice and you could tell. However, your mind was currently spinning from the overwhelming amount of scents you could clearly smell in this hall.

There were at least 5 different werewolf packs in this room right now but there is one pack scent that was so strong and bold to you.

It literally stands out from the rest.

Just as you were about to walk to the steps on the side nearest to you, the strong grip on your forearm made you halt.

It was a lecturer you weren’t familiar with but you felt uneasy with him. The way he was staring at you from head to toe, his tightening grip on your arm made you wince.

“Are you a new student?” He asked lowly.

“Y-Yes.”

“Which class are you with?”

“I-I’m not sure. B-But I’ll just sit anywhere that’s available.” You frowned deeply before you yanked your arm out of his grip with a bit of struggle.

With that being said, you rushed up the steps towards the empty seat right next to the aisle. The moment you sat down, your fiery glare travelled back to the lecturer who was standing at the same spot he previously was in but his eyes were on you.

Damn him.

However, your mind seemed to grow fuzzy with the sudden strong scent that was intoxicating your senses now. It was so strong, as though whoever or whatever they are were extremely close to you.

Just then, the soft touch on your forearm made you flinch as you turned to come face to face with a pretty girl. She didn’t have any particular werewolf scent on her so you knew she was an ordinary human.

“Do you know which class you’re in?” She asked.

“Umm… I… I haven’t checked my timetable.”

She giggled softly before she continued, “Don’t forget to check it later so you know where to go after this. I’m Yeri by the way. You are?”

With that being said, you gave her a small smile before telling her your name.

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N. If you need help with anything, just ask okay?”

You nodded a little to acknowledge her but then your trail of vision got diverted to the male sitting a few seats diagonally above yours. What made you focus on him was the fact that his eyes were boring into yours. It wasn’t creepy or uncomfortable though. It was more like curiosity. You hold your stares for a bit and that’s when it hits you.

The scent.

It was from him.

A few nights had passed, there was going to be a full moon tonight so you decided to go hunting. Your aim was to practice your survival skills, one that your father taught you when he was still alive. You didn’t bother bringing any change of clothes, telling yourself you would most probably just go to your parent’s secret hideout in the woods.

So here you are, in the middle of the woods alone, finding yourself standing in an empty spot that had the full moon just directly above you. This spot wasn’t new to you.

This is where your parents violently got killed by the werewolf hunters.

During that horrible incident, you were hiding behind one of the huge trees after your parents told you to run. The last thing you saw was your father’s head being decapitated mercilessly before you took off running on all four paws.

Running as fast as you can, praying that the hunters didn’t catch you.

Lucky for you, they didn’t. And yet, you knew they would do everything in their will to continue finding you which is why you moved.

You were taking in the beautiful moon, deciding to change into your furry self so that you could move freely through the woods. After about an hour of just running and strolling through the woods, playing in the lake, chasing bunnies, you figured you wanted to take a quick rest.

It wasn’t until you stepped onto a pile of dead leaves that the sharp click followed by a loud snap echoed through the woods. A shrilling howl left your lips as the pain began to crawl up your broken hind legs where your human ankle would be.

You whimpered in pain, your entire body collapsing to the ground when you realized you were trapped.

Just then, a soft click of a shotgun’s hammer sounded as they locked the bullet in place and were left with pulling the trigger. Your vision was getting blurred from the tears welling up in your eyes.

Your bright gold eyes were flooded with tears, a weak whine leaving your lips as you looked up at the man who killed your parents a month ago.

“Say goodnight. Your parents are dying to see you in the afterlife.” He said while he pointed the gun to your forehead.

However, before he could pull the trigger, a low growl came from somewhere behind you.

The last thing you saw was a larger silver coloured wolf lunging itself onto the hunter and soon began to wrestle with him, only to receive help from another wolf equally the same size but a light brown colour.

And a few seconds later, you passed out cold.

The boys were in their wolf forms, strolling through the woods like they usually do except tonight with the full moon shining down at them. Everyone was having their own fun. Chan and Minho were lingering behind their younger brothers, watching over them and their safety.

Changbin was walking with Jeongin in the centre, once in a while playfully nudging Jeongin’s side with the tip of his snout.

Jisung, Felix and Hyunjin were playing catch but making sure to stick close by while Seungmin was just breaking out into small jogs and twirls excitedly whenever he comes across a field of dandelions on the grass patches.

They were all roaming freely together when all of a sudden, a shrilling scream echoed in their sensitive ears making them all halt to a stop.

“What was that?!” Jisung asked through telepathy, only for Chan to transfer his message to the rest of the boys through his mind.

“I don’t know but it sounds close by.”

“I don’t feel good about this. I think someone’s injured.” Hyunjin said worriedly. However, before anyone could continue, a certain scent intoxicated Minho’s nostrils and he knew exactly what it was or who it was.

“It’s that new girl from school. She’s caught in a metal trap. We have to help her. Now!” Minho said firmly as he began running through the woods, using his sense of smell to try and detect your location. The minute he saw the man standing over your limp body with one of your hind legs horribly clamped between the metal bars, Minho raced over to you.

Right before the man could pull the trigger, Minho leaped out from the shadows, sending the man flying backwards along with himself. Minho tackles the man easily as he growls in the man’s face.

Chan soon joins in to give Minho a hand. Chan bit the shotgun and tosses it far from reach.

Right when the man began to plead for them to spare his life, Minho lets out one last growl followed by a hiss before he bites the man’s head off without a single ounce of mercy.

Normally, Chan does not condone violence to his pack. He only allows it during a life and death situation and if it involves werewolf hunters.

After the hunter’s body was laying there limp, like a headless chicken, Minho licks his canine teeth tasting the disgusting blood coating them. His glowing red eyes bore deep into the limp body, feeling anger taking over him until he heard Seungmin’s soft voice through the telepathy.

“Hyung, she fell unconscious.”

With that, Minho turned around as he and Chan quickly went over to where your body laid.

Your chest was barely moving, your leg was bleeding and probably broken, there was no sign of other injuries except for your leg.

Meanwhile, Changbin, Felix, Hyunjin, Jisung and Jeongin were guarding the perimeter, senses heightened so as to be able to detect any danger coming their way just like how Chan had trained them to perfection.

Chan sniffed the metal trap to try and see if he could break you free from it.

“Minho, bite the other clasp. I’ll bite this side then we’ll try and pull it apart.” Chan said as the younger one walked around Seungmin and soon bit down one side of the clasp like Chan says.

The two of them managed to free your broken leg from the metal trap but now, your leg was bleeding quite a lot.

“What should we do now?” Seungmin asked.

“Take her back to our place. We’ll treat her injuries and wait till she wakes up.” Chan said firmly, earning a nod from the two boys.

Chan called the others over, asking Changbin to help him carry your limp body together.

Chan slides his head under your shoulders while Changbin does the same beside the leader. Once they were both standing on all fours, your body was splayed over their backs horizontally with your head hanging over the side of Changbin’s furry body.

They brought you back to their home, only for Felix to attend to your injury. After they had transformed back to their human self, they wore back their clothes before they went to make sure you were okay.

Felix had just finished cleaning your bloodied wound, washing it with rubbing alcohol to get rid of any bacteria when you slowly began to transform back into your human self.

Of course, you were still unconscious but you were now laying on their couch butt naked with your private parts shielded by your arms and the cross of your thighs.

Nevertheless, the boys quickly diverted their gazes away from you even though you weren’t awake.

They respected you being the only female in the house, which is why Hyunjin ran to the nearest room to get a cosy blanket and soon came back, covering your naked body with it. Felix managed to wrap your leg with the bandage but that was it. They wouldn’t want to help you wear any clothes simply because that would mean they would have to handle your nude self.

Since you were practically strangers, they weren’t gonna do it simply out of respect for you. “Now we wait…” Chan announced as the rest of them nodded.

You didn’t know how long you were out but the sudden warmth and soft material hugging your body made you stir awake. You struggled to focus your vision, finding the bright light a little too overwhelming for you.

Where are you?

Your mind was racing with thoughts. A whole list of possible scenarios were going through your mind, making a guess of which one it was.

Just then, a very familiar scent entered your nose and you recognized it immediately.

That’s when you managed to focus your blurry vision towards the figures that were gathered around the room you were currently in, finally recognizing the faces that were staring back at you in utter concern.

However, it was still a little surprising for you since you were not only in a room filled with guys who were practically strangers to you, you were also butt naked save for the blanket to shield you from their eyes. With that being said, this made you squeak as a soft gasp left your lips.

You hastily sat up, desperately pulling the blanket tighter against your body. The light brown haired male carefully approached you with his hands out in front of them to tell you he was harmless.

“Woah, hey… hey… relax, we’re not gonna hurt you. I promise. Okay?” The leader said with a warm smile as your eyes went to scan him.

You could immediately sense that what he said was true and that they all meant no harm to you. When he noticed your shoulders relax a bit, he smiled before he carefully sat down beside you, making sure to avoid your broken leg.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as you noticed the others were intently staring between you and their leader.

“I… It hurts…” You whispered, eyes finding its own way to the one leaning against the shelves with his arms crossed over his chest. He had ash blue hair, his eye shape was similar to a feline cat and you vividly remember he was the same guy you had a mini staring contest on that first day in the auditorium hall.

“I know it does. So we will try our best to take care of you until it heals… But, only if you agree to stay and let us help. Of course we understand if you want to leave since you don’t know us. It’s up to you. We won’t force you.” The leader said, making you turn to him as your grip on the blanket only loosened slightly.

It didn’t take long for you to decide on staying after you practically could sense sincerity and safety from them. So upon agreeing to their kind offer, the leader went ahead and introduced them to you.

“Since we don’t have any female clothes for you, are you okay if we lend you some of ours for the time being?” Chan asked, to which you nodded gently.

You carefully got up, making sure to wrap the blanket around your body securely. However, the minute you put a small amount of pressure on your injured leg, your knee buckled from the excruciating pain. A soft whimper left your lips as you were about to collapse to the ground. Instead, you never made it to the ground thanks to the strong pair of arms that reached out just in time to catch your waist.

Your free hand flew out to grab onto his shirt, not really seeing who saved you from the fall until you looked up to see who it was.

It’s Minho.

“Woah, be careful. Are you okay?” He asked as you nodded. Except, he didn’t miss the tear that was threatening to roll down your cheeks. You were visibly trying to hold in the pain but he knew it was difficult.

“Let me help.” He offered softly as you could only nod.

With that being said, Minho bends down to carry you bridal style before telling his brothers that he was going to bring you to his room for you to change and rest in. Chan agreed saying it was a good idea since it was already nearing 1 in the morning.

Once Minho made it to his bedroom, he brought you in only to close the door behind him using his foot. He gently placed you down on his king sized bed, making sure to not hurt your leg.

After he laid you down on the bed, he went over to his closet and took out a clean oversized shirt and sweatpants.

“Here, change into this then go and rest. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything. The others will be right down the hall in their bedrooms, okay?” His voice was so gentle, you almost forgot you didn't know this guy personally.

When he saw you nod subtly, he flashed you a smile and was about to leave when you grabbed his wrist softly to stop him.

“Thank you… all of you…” You whispered, earning a smile from him before he told you to rest.

The small jolt of electricity running through your veins at the skin contact didn’t go unnoticed between you two but you decided to ignore it until he left. The minute he closed the door, you gently caressed your hand that reached out for his wrist.

Little did you know, he did the same to his hand where you left a tingling sensation to his skin.

What was that feeling?

From the first day they met you at the auditorium, Chan could already sense you were an Omega. That night when they saved you from being killed, Chan already knew he would take you into the pack. It was just a matter of whether or not you want to accept his offer. It has been three months since they saved you that night.

Ever since then, it was pretty obvious that you’ve grown slightly closer to them and they were already treating you like a part of their pack. Despite not giving a firm answer yet on whether you want to officially be in their pack or not, Chan still treated you with respect and like you were a part of their little family.

And for that, you were grateful.

However, during the past three months, you’ve also developed a little crush on Minho.

Not only was he always sweet and caring towards you, he was also the one who offered to lend you his bedroom and his clothes when you stayed over for the few days after you got injured.

Although you tried your best to hide your feelings for him, it looks like the other boys could sense it considering how Jisung and Felix would sometimes tease you whenever Minho was around. You would normally just brush them off or just plainly ignore them. Yet, sometimes Minho would catch you blushing when the boys tease you about him and he couldn’t help but find you adorable.

It was a Thursday afternoon, you had just finished your first class and were just keeping some of your books in your locker when a figure appeared beside you with an arm resting against the lockers. You glanced up to find Minho smiling down at you adorably, his eyes disappearing into two crescent moons.

“Hey, joining us for lunch?” He asked.

“Yeah, just keeping some books I don’t need for later.” You said, only to feel him tuck the stray hairs behind your ear.

This small gesture was enough to make your heart skip a beat in your chest. You tried to ignore the feeling but he was making it so difficult as he soon began to gently play with your hair, telling you it's pretty and soft.

You couldn’t help but giggle as he slid his hand down only to rest on your waist. After you closed your locker, you turned to face him, letting him slide his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. However, before any of you could say anything, Changbin’s teasing voice broke out from behind you.

“Aye, finally the two lovebirds acknowledge each other’s feelings huh?” This made Jisung and Chan, who were with Changbin, to chuckle in amusement.

You pulled away from Minho only for the boy to speak up.

“Seo Changbin, if you don’t keep that stupid mouth of yours shut, I’ll make sure you sleep on the porch tonight.” Minho threatened, earning a silly face from Changbin who clearly gives no shit.

A few more weeks went by, you only grew closer and closer to the boys and yet you still weren’t in their pack. You had been so dependent on your parents that when they left you, it almost rendered you insane. It took you a while to accept that you were a lone wolf but after that incident, it only made you stronger and much more independent.

That’s why until now, you still haven’t accepted Chan’s offer on being in his pack despite knowing they were good people. It wasn’t because you still didn’t trust these boys. It was just in your nature for being an Omega, to feel independent.

It was a Friday evening, you haven’t been to the boys’ place for almost a week now but you still saw them and spent time with them in school.

Just then, you distinctly heard a familiar howl which sounded like they were in pain.

It was far but you knew where it came from and who the howl belonged to. You didn’t bother changing out of your pyjamas, running out of your apartment and straight to the direction of the howl through the woods that were right behind your run down apartment complex.

You ran as fast as your two feet could take you, already memorizing the woods in the back of your head. You followed the scent as it got stronger with every corner you took which means you were getting close.

That’s when you recognized Chan and Changbin’s furry self attacking the three hunters while Minho’s wolf form was laying there on the ground against the tree with his mouth in a nuzzle.

“No, no, no!” You hissed as you ran to him, cupping his large wolf face in your small hands.

“Minho! Minho, can you hear me? Please tell me you can hear me! Please…” You whispered desperately as his eyes were closed. You reached behind his head to unclasp the nuzzle, freeing his snout from it.

You looked around to see there was a shotgun laying just a few feet from you so you crawled over to it and locked the bullets in place before you aimed it at the hunter that was struggling under Chan’s grip. One of the 3 hunters was lying dead on the ground headless. So with one deep breath, you pulled the trigger, shooting the hunter straight through the side of his head.

Chan jumped back a little only to turn to the side and locked eyes with you who had the gun pointed to them. You quickly shifted your aim to Changbin and the last hunter, but it was slightly difficult due to them rolling and throwing each other around.

Before you could pull the trigger, Changbin growled and soon tore the hunter’s limbs apart one by one before settling for the head.

You threw the shotgun as far away as possible, turning back to Minho who was going in and out of consciousness. However, feeling as though you needed to make sure he was still alive, you gently stroked his furry chest to try and feel for his heartbeat.

Chan and Changbin came back to you and Minho, only for them to talk to you through telepathy.

“He’s badly wounded. We need to aid him fast.” Chan said.

“Let’s quickly get him home. Are you gonna stay with us tonight?” Changbin asked, making you nod at them.

With that being said, all four of you quickly made it back to their home with Minho on top of the two, just like they did with you on the night they found you trapped.

Once you all arrived at their house, you quickly ran to their door, knocking it frantically and it took them less than 2 seconds to open the door.

“Oh shit, quickly, get in.” Hyunjin said as the 3 wolves entered only for the two to gently place Minho on the couch.

“His leg got shot twice, one more on his left rib and a plunge to his shoulder.” Changbin told Felix as the younger one began to get to work with Seungmin’s assistance. In the meantime, the two boys went upstairs to go change while you stayed behind with the others in the kitchen.

“How come you were with them?” Jisung asked as you leaned against the counter with Hyunjin standing beside you while Jisung and Jeongin stood opposite from you.

“I was at home when I heard a howl. I knew immediately they were in pain and it sounded very familiar. So I went to check.” You explained as the boys exchanged knowing glances to one another.

“Noona? Can I ask you something?” Jisung asked.

“Sure.”

“Did you get any particular feeling when you heard the howl?”

“I just… I felt like it was someone close to me. Someone I cared for… Someone I-”

“-love?” Jeongin finished your sentence for you, making you look up at him with wide eyes.

“We know… We can always tell when one of us is in love… And we’ve known that from the start about Minho towards you. We just… couldn’t tell exactly for you since you’re not part of the pack.” Hyunjin explained, only for you to understand better.

Minho loves you?

You frowned as you stared at your feet for a while before you looked past Jisung’s shoulder to find Seungmin placing a blanket over Minho’s wolf form.

You were worried. You were terrified. The last thing you wanted was to never get to say goodbye to him. Never get to say the three words you hoped to tell him one day. Lucky for you, it wasn’t going to be a worry for you anytime soon.

Felix and Seungmin carefully left Minho there to rest as they approached the four of you in the kitchen.

“How is he?” Jeongin asked.

“He just needs plenty of rest. We managed to take out the bullets so I’m sure he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Felix explained.

Since Minho was an Alpha, it means that he heals faster than the younger ones did. Same goes for Chan and Changbin if they ever got injured by something that wasn’t deadly to them. So with that being said, you excused yourself to go check on Minho, earning nods from the rest of them.

They watched as you made your way to Minho’s peaceful form on the couch.

“Why can’t they just confess already? They’re practically the perfect soulmates for each other.” Seungmin sighed with a smile.

“I know right?” Felix giggled.

“Come on, let’s give them some space.” Hyunjin said as he began to pull his brothers upstairs to let you and Minho have some privacy.

You sat on the floor in front of Minho’s adorable snout, gently caressing his soft fur on his neck. You gave him a small kiss on the tip of his nose before whispering to him.

“Please be okay… I don’t want to lose you.”

His soft breaths filled your sensitive ears as you stroked his chest like a lullaby for him.

A few minutes of silence accompanied you, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep with the top of your head leaning against his neck and right underneath his chin. You didn’t know how long you were asleep but you woke up to the feeling of someone gently caressing your hair.

Successfully stirring awake, you brought your head up only to find Minho back in his human form and still in all his naked glory but with the blanket covering his waist down.

You immediately got to your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, earning a soft giggle from him as he snaked his arms around your waist.

“Hi princess.” His sultry voice echoes in your ear, making you blush.

“I’m so glad you’re okay!” You whispered, hearing him chuckle softly.

“Of course I have to be okay, I won’t leave you hanging.” His words made you pull back from him, staring into his adorable round eyes. Minho could sense your confusion in which he laughed.

With that, he reached up to cup your cheeks and gently caressed it with his thumbs before he whispered.

“I won’t ever leave you.”

You didn’t know what came over you but you suddenly felt brave. It has been screaming at you to do this for quite a while now, you just chose to ignore it. But this time, you felt like it was the right time to do it.

So with one small breath, you leaned in to kiss him, feeling him instantly smile against your lips. Both of you felt sparks shooting out of the kiss as he pulled you on top of him. His hands flew down to your waist while your small hands cupped his face softly.

Minho’s tongue teased you as he licked your bottom lip before tugging it in between his teeth.

His grip on your waist tightened, making you sit firmly on his thighs. You completely forgot he was butt naked until you felt something poking your inner thigh. It wasn’t until he pulled away from your lips to smile cheekily up at you.

“Should we go to my bedroom?” He asked, making you giggle.

“Are you sure you’re healed? I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” You asked.

Minho kissed you again only to pull back and smirk, ��Trust me sweetheart, I’m already good to go. I’m an Alpha, remember?” You rolled your eyes at his cockiness but nevertheless found it so attractive.

Minho laughed as he captured you in a kiss yet again before he stood up with you on his waist, your legs wrapped around his hips. A small yelp escaped your lips as he carried you up to his bedroom. Once you made it to his room, he kicked his door close and locked it before gently tossing you onto his bed.

He crawled over to you until he was situated in between your legs, making you nervous.

“You know you can always tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable, right baby? I will never force you to do something you’re not okay with.” Minho reassured you as he caressed your cheek lovingly.

You were nervous, yes because it would be your first time mating. However, you didn’t feel uncomfortable because you trusted him. So you weren’t going to stop him.

Not now. Not ever.

“I want you… Minho. Please… I… I love you.” You whispered with your eyes closed, too afraid to look at him. What you missed was how his eyes grew even softer the minute you said those last three words. Minho never felt this way before. Sure he has mated before and none of it works out. But this time, it all felt so foreign to him.

You weren’t just another one of his playmates. You weren’t a random stranger whom he would have sex with and leave. You were someone he cared for, someone he grew fond of, someone he trusts, and most importantly, someone he loves.

With that being said, Minho smiles as he leans down to close the gap before he whispers against your lips.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Right after, he kisses you like his life depends on it. Pouring out his love for you through the kiss, hoping you could feel his sincerity. He felt your hands sliding down his chest, only to trace your fingertips along the outlines of his abs.

He helped you discard your pyjamas, tossing them onto the ground as he then realized you only had your panties and no bra.

“Did you really just leave your apartment like this?” He chuckled, pecking your lips a few times.

“I got worried okay... I wanted to make sure no one’s hurt…” You blushed as he teased you.

“Aww, so you rushed out without thinking to change just because you were worried about me?” Minho smirked down at you.

“Shut up, Min. I didn’t know who it was when I ran out okay…” You pushed his face away with your hands only for him to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Yeah, sure.”

“I’m serious!” You pouted as he pulled away to look at your disappointed face, making him chuckle and kiss you repeatedly, saying you looked too cute.

“Okay okay, I believe you baby.” Minho chuckled, cupping your cheeks to kiss you again, this time letting his lips linger there for a bit. Both of you took your own sweet time with each other. He promised to be gentle with you and that was exactly what he did. Only going rough once in a while so that you could both reach your highs.

Minho marked you as his partner and you were happy he did. But there was only one thing left that you haven’t done.

After he cleaned you, you were both lying in bed under his soft duvet. He was just gently playing with your hair while you laid your head on his chest. His mind was filled with nothing but you. All until you spoke up.

“I want to be in Chan’s pack.”

Minho’s fingers stopped whatever it was doing, only for him to stare down at you.

“What did you say?”

“I’ve thought about it… And I want to be in Chan’s pack.” You repeated again, causing him to smile.

“Wait… are you serious?”

You nodded with a small smile, making him huff. After almost 4 months of spending time with them, getting to know each of them better, you realized that they were nothing but a family to one another. And with your tragic past, maybe being in Chan’s pack wouldn’t be so bad. Not only will you have a family of your own, but you also have someone who you loved dearly.

So why not right?

With that being said, Minho kissed you again and again on your cheeks, your nose, your forehead and your lips. All you did was giggle.

“Let’s go tell Chan!” Minho said excitedly as he leaped out of bed butt naked, going around to collect both your clothes that were scattered on the floor. Once you were both changed, he grabs your hands and laces his fingers with yours only to run down the hall, accidentally bumping into Jisung and Changbin as you did so.

“Bang Chan!” Minho called out as he burst open the elder’s bedroom door, only to find Chan just reading something from his book shelves.

“Oh, hey guys. What’s up?” Chan smiled as he placed his book down on the desk but Minho was quick to tell him the news.

“Y/N wants to be part of the pack.”

With that, Chan’s eyes grew wide as he stared at you with a happy glint in his eyes.

“Really?”

You gave him a firm nod in which Chan couldn’t help but grin.

“Well then, welcome to the family Y/N.” Chan announced, only for the rest of them to rush in.

“Noona’s finally part of us?!” Felix and Jisung asked in unison, earning a solid yes from Chan. The younger ones immediately ran to you to give you a hug. You couldn’t help but giggle as they welcomed you warmly. After you were done exchanging hugs, Chan spoke up to get everyone’s attention.

“Also, I think it’s pretty clear that Y/N is now out of bound to the rest of us except Minho.” Chan smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at the male who had his fingers laced with yours.

“Yeah so don’t even think about it.” Minho warned, pretending to threaten his brothers but of course he didn’t actually plan to hurt them if they got close to you since they already loved you like a sister.

“Don’t worry brother, she’s all yours.” Changbin smiled cheekily, only for you to blush.

You were glad that you found them. You were glad they saved you that night and not any other pack. You were glad they came into your life. Because they taught you how to be strong again. They taught you how to survive. And most importantly, Minho taught you how to love again.

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[pterodactylterrace]

Yes, he refers to them as “our” sons. Congrats, you caught me! Oh woe is me! How will I ever recover from this faux pas? With simple facts, logic, and understanding of what I’m watching.

Ever think maybe he could have a change of heart after losing his sister and feeling completely powerless about it? Nope? Not gonna consider the very obviously poor mental state he was in? Don’t care that Qarl had to drag him out of the ocean where he was basically sitting catatonic? Didn’t think maybe he wanted to feel some semblance of control after it has been denied to him multiple times? Can’t fight in the Stepstones. Can’t stay at the red keep. Can’t tell the truth about the kids his wife popped out. Can’t be openly gay. His beloved sister just died and he felt powerless because of it. He says so himself, but I’m guessing you want to ignore that line as it doesn’t fit your narrative. Certainly he wouldn’t want to feel some sense of control in his life after having none over several big issues. Nah, the obvious answer is that he was happy to be humiliated!

Your argument would hold a lot more weight if Rhaenyra didn’t cut him loose directly after this, just by the way. He was willing to do something that made him unhappy because he was depressed and feeling like a failure. She decided she wanted to fuck Daemon instead, so Laenor had to go. He was expendable to her. That’s straight cold.

“He’s OUR son, is he not?” “You’re forcing me to pretend they are mine, at least let me name one” Subtext. Not hard to understand nor interpret.

It’s not found family when your wife fucks her bodyguard and forces you to pretend they are yours. That’s a nightmare.

Who gave Rhaenyra permission to dine as she pleases? Oh, Laenor! Who agreed to let him do the same? Oh, Rhaenyra! Who also lobs homophobic comments at him? Also Rhaenyra.

Clearly she doesn’t hate the gods for making him as they did. First off, she isn’t religious. Second, if he was straight, she couldn’t fuck whoever she wanted to. Don’t confuse her selfishness with compassion. She made 3 homophobic comments in one scene. Telling him she isn’t mad that he is gay ONCE doesn’t make her less homophobic.

Who else knows about their open marriage? Harwin and Qarl. To the rest of the realm, he is being cheated on. He has the reputation of being a cuckold, because of Rhaenyra. That probably made the rumors of his homosexuality even louder. Something incredibly frowned upon in Laenor’s religion.

Rhaenyra isn’t a “friend”. Friends don’t make homophobic comments to you and then force you to leave everything behind or die because they have no further use for you.

Is it an affair or not? Is it only cheating when Laenor does it now? You are contradicting yourself here. Pick a narrative and stick with it.

Heirs? They are not his blood. They are bastards. They have no legitimate claim. He did not gain heirs. He gained a wife guilty of treason.

Now to wrap this up: Jace was born the same year Rhaenyra married Laenor. The means they tried for a MAXIMUM of 3 months before Harwin knocked her up. This was just after his boyfriend was murdered in front of him. It’s going to take more than 3 months for him to feel up to trying a new sexual experience.

Also? It is entirely possible for gay men to have sex with a woman, and even finish! I know. My older brother thought he got the girl he was experimenting with pregnant. He met the man that would become his husband a few months later. Never looked back. It’s entirely possible, given the chance for a gay man to procreate. Laenor was not given a chance. This could very well have been something he wanted (legitimate heirs) but was denied the chance because she decided to sleep with Harwin instead. Most couples aren’t considered to have fertility issues until they have tried for more than a year to get pregnant. Laenor was not given a chance.

Edit: sorry, I missed the homework assignment! So in that scene I see a deeply depressed man saying he wants to do better because he feels like a failure. Wonder why he feels like a failure. Surely not because of the way we have seen Rhaenyra treat him. I also see a woman dismissing him as he is trying to recommit himself.

That’s not platonic love. This is Laenor at his fucking breaking point and Rhaenyra casting him aside for Daemon. I feel gross having to explain that to you. This isn’t what platonic love looks like.

Laenor does not accept the Strong boys as his trueborn sons.

He admits it HIMSELF, but apparently everyone missed it.

Season 1. Episode 6.

Rhaenyra: “Dark rumors are hunting us Laenor. They nip at our heels. Questions about our son’s parentage. Vile, disgusting insinuations.”

Laenor: *scoffs* “Insinuates, are they?”

Rhaenyra: “They are our sons!”

Rhaenyra goes on about how their son’s “true father” won’t abandon them now. Laenor insists that he has played his part for the last ten years.

That sounds a lot more like Rhaenyra forcing him to play happy family in public and not him ‘accepting them as his own’. He admits he doesn’t think of them as his when he laughs at the idea that people are only insinuating they aren’t his. Even he knows how laughable the situation is. Rhaenyra then uses her station to prevent him from going to war and to stay by her side.

Y’all are aware that Rhaenyra is actually pretty abusive to Laenor, right? She isn’t above making snide homophobic remarks at him when he isn’t on her good side.

“Guzzling all the ale in flea bottom along with gods know what else” insinuates fellatio

“Wagging your sword around and winking at sailors” that’s just straight homophobic, imo. Double entendre for penis handling, and mocking him for flirting with men.

Forces him to play happy family.

Refuses to allow him to go fight like the knight he is.

That was all from a single scene, mind you! To add on, she expects him to be grateful because he has a lavish lifestyle.

Thing is… the Velaryons were one of the richest houses in the seven kingdoms. He already HAD all those things to begin with. So really, what does he even gain from this relationship? Seems like he gains ridicule from everyone that knows he is a cuckold and free berating from his wife over something he can’t even control.

Seriously, the more I watch this show, the worse I feel for Laena and Laenor. Both trapped in loveless marriages to a Targaryen that cheats on them. Oof.

(There is a deleted scene of Daemon flirting with a man while in Pentos. He was unfaithful to Laena, they chose not to show it. Hopefully because they realized what a bad look it was for two POC to be cheated on by light skinned blondes known for being obsessed with blood purity)

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Back to the Navy Yard: Part 9

Sypnopsis: Being the daughter of Leroy Jethro Gibbs wasn’t easy, but you made it work …right up until you decide to break away from the “safe” life plan and join the FBI. When your father and the family you’ve made stops talking to you, you find a new one with the BAU. But years later, when murders connected to you and your father start popping up, you’re forced to examine the past along side your fiance and unit-chief Aaron Hotchner, and soon to be step son Jack. Really, your whole world is up in the air.

Notes: Eli David and Jackie Vance are both alive, also the timeline between Ziva and Tony was sped up, because slow burn is only good for so long.

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You wake up in a groggy state. The walls are gray. Your breathing is a little labored. Your back and wrists hurt. You quickly realize it’s because you’re tied to a bed. Your wrists are attached to the headboard, but your feet are free. 

You see movement out of your peripheral vision, and you focus on it. It’s Lily. Your mouth is dry, “What happened?” 

Lily’s creepy smile is still in place, “You took a nap. Growing girls need naps, but don’t worry I have the tea party all set up.” 

You focus on the table set up behind her. You recognize the dolls as the same ones from when you were a child. You don’t say anything stupid, asking her to untie your hands is a give away. And Lily isn’t stupid, she’s just had a mental break. 

“Awesome. Can I have some tea?” 

“Of course.” You watch as she turns around to get the cup and you see the gun tucked into the back of her pants. Of course she still has it. You take a deep breath. The roads to the cabin were covered in camera, the cabin itself had cameras covering every angle from the outside. They would find you. You just had to keep Lily placated until then. 

----

“She’s missing.” 

The cry wakes Aaron out of his sleep. His entire body jerks awake as he slips out of bed, grabs a barely awake Jack off of his air mattress and dashes into the living room. Gibbs appears at the same time while Morgan is startled awake from the couch. He and Ziva had had the watch last night. 

Ziva is in the middle of the room, her hair a wild mess, and her chest is heaving, “Y/N she is missing. I left her on the porch to take a call for a few minutes, and I went back out and she was gone. I thought she went for a walk but when she didn’t come back, I got a bad feeling. I found her phone. And I knew.”  

Aaron feels his heart clench and he pushes it down as Jack’s grip on him tightens, “Marmee’s gone?” 

He places a kiss on Jack’s forehead, “it’s okay buddy. It’s going to be okay.” 

He makes eye contact with Derek, and the man moves forward, “Hey Jack. Why don’t you come with me?”

Jack looks up at him with big eyes and Aaron gives him a small smile, “It’s okay buddy.” 

He waits until Derek moves back into the bedroom and turns to find Gibbs chewing out Ziva. “Enough.” 

GIbbs turns to face, “What?” 

“It’s not her fault. Everyone’s done it. Right now, we focus on getting her back. This is the first mistake the unsub has made. For some reason they’ve moved to Y/N now.” He pulls out his phone and had Garcia on the line in two minutes. He gives orders for her to pull all the footage and start combing through it. He sends Spencer and JJ  to go help her via text. 

He looks back up and explains what he’s just done before saying, “Let’s get packed up, and head back to the city. The profile says that’s where whoever this is will head.” 

Ziva moves and Gibbs looks at him, clear understanding on his face. And for a second, just a second Aaron allows a moment of weakness, “I can’t . . . this can’t . . . I don’t think I’ll survive this a second time.”  

Gibbs is across the room in seconds, and when he pulls Aaron in for a hug, their shared grief uniting them for this purpose, Aaron doesn’t fight it. It lasts only a few seconds, and ends with a few thumps to the back, and it’s back to full speed ahead. 

They make it back to DC in record time. The moment they reach the Navy Yard, people are surrounding them: FBI and NCIS alike. Gibbs is the one to pull Jack out of the back seat, and his heart breaks as the little boy clings to him. It’s a relief to him that Jack isn’t in danger this time. The little boy is safe. You would be happy about that. 

He avoids the politics of things and lets Hotch handle that. He needs to get his grandson settled. He takes him to his desk and sets him down in his chair before crouching down in front of him. “When your Marmee was little, she would spend a lot of time under my desk. She called it her office. She’d set it up with blankets, and pillows and books, and she’d just hide away there, because it was safe. Because nothing bad could get to her in the Navy Yard. I think she'd be more than okay, if you took her office over.” 

“Really” The one words is said with fear.

“Really.” He nods a second later, and he makes a call to Abby. She still has your “office supplies” stored in her lab. Hotch breaks out of the elevator as soon as he finishes the call, and makes a beeline to Gibbs. 

His eyes flicker to Jack, and he gives a little reassuring smile, before turning back to Gibbs,  “We know who the woman is. Lily Meyers. We got her on camera. Garcia is tracked the car through cameras with help from an APB. We have a location.” 

Abby interrupts before anything else can be said and Gibbs makes the introductions, “Hotch this Abby, our forensic scientist. She’s agreed to help Jack set up his office.” He looks pointedly at his desk. 

“That’s very kind. Thank you.” 

Abby beams, “It is my pleasure. I’ve been hearing all these amazing stories about Jack and you for days now. So I’m super excited to get some one on one time.” 

Aaron crouches down in front of Jack. He knows this is scary, he knows Jack shouldn’t be left in the dark, “Pop pop and I have to go find Marmee. We’re going to be really safe and careful. But I need you to stay here with Ms. . . .” 

“Abby.” She fills in before he can say Sciuto. 

“Ms. Abby. Can you do that?” 

Jack’s eyes float to the woman, who’s arms are filled with blankets and pillows, and “Is that a hippo?” 

“Yes! His name is Bert. He farts. Do you want to see?” 

“Yes!” 

Not quite the distraction he was looking for but he would take it. He places one more kiss on Jack’s head as he squeezes Bart, and heads out with Gibbs. He explains as they move, “They tracked her car down to condemned military housing.” 

One look at the name has Gibbs frowning, “It’s the house we lived in before Shannon and Kelly died. They condemned the entire neighborhood a year later. There was a whole host of problems with the place. One of the many reasons we bought a house. What did you say the woman’s name was?” 

“Lily Meyers? Y/N never mentioned her.” 

“I don’t remember her either, but I didn’t know a lot of the neighborhood kids in those days. It changed so often and I was gone a lot. Either way it’s half an hour from here we need to go.” 

Aaron nods as others filter into the elevator with them: Callan, Dwayne, Rossi, Prentiss, Morgan, Ziva, and Tony. He allows the feelings to fall away, and the leader takes charge, “When we’re halfway there we cut the sirens. If Lily feels like she's going to lose Y/N she may kill her. This is very much a situation of if I can’t have her no one can. The chances of talking her down are slim, but not impossible. We make every effort. Understood?” 

Confirmations are given, but it’s Gibbs who says, “Understood. Boss.”

Everyone else freezes but Aaron doesn’t spare a second as the doors open and he strides forward. 

----

“You look very pretty!” 

It takes you a second to answer. You’ve been forced into a sitting position and the circulation in your hands isn’t great. Lily’s been braiding your hair for the last twenty minutes. She’s already fed you invisible sandwiches and fake tea. But so far she’s remained happy. That’s what matters keeping her happy. 

You wince a bit as you flex your fingers. Your head still hurts, your throat is dry, and your mouth tastes like cotton. You’re about to ask for real water, when you hear footsteps. Lily hears them too, her arms wraps around your clavicle, and you feel the gin press to your temple. Not again. You can’t put Aaron through this again. It will kill him. You know it will. And your dad. Your death is like signing his death warrant. 

You watch them enter one by one. Derek is first followed by Callan, Aaron, your dad, Dave, Ziva, Prentiss and finally Tony. Lily lets out a shriek, “NOOOOOOOOOO!” 

Derek is the one to speak, your dad or Aaron would just anger her, “Lily, put down the gun.” 

“No. You’ll take her away. She’ll die. Like the others. It’s happened again and again and again.” Because she made it happen, you think. “I promised Kelly I would look after her. She came to me months ago and made me promise. Right after I saw him propose to Y/N.” She jerks her head towards Aaron. “I could tell she was terrified. Kelly said you’d get her killed. I can’t let that happen. We’re sisters. Sisters belong together.” You feel the gun relax a little as it’s dragged down your hair. 

You make your move. You use your feet as leverage and slam your head backwards. You hear the crunch of bone, the gun clatters to the floor, and the arm is removed from around your chest in favor of Lily grasping at her newly broken nose. You throw yourself off the bed, and on to the floor. You hit hard, and roll.

Boots stomp past you, while hands  grasp your arms and another grasps your bound hands. The pain in your hands starts to ebb as circulation is restored and you hear your dad say, “Rule number nine.”

You let out a laugh that’s half sob, and feel Aaron lift you in a bridal hold. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, “I’m so sorry.” You meet your dad’s eyes as he follows you out. 

He shakes your head, “Not your fault. You did everything right. She surprised you with that needle.” 

“Where’s Jack?” 

Your dad smiles, “Your office.” 

You relax, and allow yourself to drift off, the effect of whatever was in that syringe taking over again. 

When you wake up again, you’re in a dark room. It takes a minute to register the little body snuggled into your side. You blink a few times before you see two adult bodies, one on either side of you; your dad and Aaron. 

You shift, and you feel Jack’s hand settle on your arm, a moment later he whispers, “Hi Marmee.” 

“Hi bubba.” Your voice is a little husky. 

“Are you okay?” 

“I feel okay.” 

“You’re okay.” 

You look over at Aaron, who’s rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “You had a negative reaction to what she gave you. They had to give you some medications, but you’re okay.” He moves forward and takes your hand. You relish the warmth of his hands, he’s always had such warm hands. “So’s the baby.” 

It takes a moment for those words to hit, “Excuse me?” 

“You’re pregnant. Ten weeks.” 

Jack nudges you and whispers, “I’m getting a baby brother.” 

“Could be a baby sister.” 

Your head whips to your father. His eyes are still closed. 

“Does the entirety of NCIS and the FBI know I’m pregnant?” 

Your dad huffs, “Just us.” 

Your dad finally opens his eyes and sits forward. You look back and forth and groan. There’s a bond there. That is not good for you. And one glance down at a grinning Jack tells you that you’re going to be under watch until your pop. 

You smile and lean back, taking in your little family, and turn to Aaron, “How do you feel about getting married this weekend? We can do it in my dad’s back yard?” 

Your dad smiles, “Fine by me.” 

Aaron smiles and winks at you,  “I was ready six months ago.” 

All three of you look down at Jack, he giggles and just says, “Finally.” And that has all of you laughing in stitches. 

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Taking Chances Ch. 2 Finding Out (Family/Friends)

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“Mari!” Adrien yells, running past Batman to sweep her up in a hug. Marinette’s face instantly heats up, but she buries herself into the hug. After all, it’s not every day she faces a supervillain determined to kill her with a dangerous weapon...without her suit, anyway.

“I’m okay. I’m okay.” Marinette reassures him, relishing in the comfort. A cleared throat makes her jump back and look at Batman who, despite clearing his throat and cutting off the most amazing hug ever, has no emotions on his face. Whatsoever. Cause that’s not intimidating or anything.

“The police will need your statement, Miss Dupain Cheng.” Batman says. Marinette nods, squeaking when Adrien reaches down and entwines his fingers with hers. Following Batman’s directions to the awaiting police, Marinette feels nerves flood her systerm as she sees the sheer number of officers on the other side of the door. Sucking in a deep breath, she feels Adrien squeeze her hand. Shooting him a thankful smile, Marinette uses her unattached hand to open the door and step out into the mess of personnel. A man with a mustache and square glasses steps forward immediately, his hand extended.

“Hello Miss Dupain Cheng. I’m Commissioner Jim Gordon. We were in communication with Batman while he was inside so we heard some of what happened. Would you be comfortable telling us what happened? We can get you checked over by paramedics first, if you want.” Commissioner Gordon says.

“Oh, no, no. I’m fine. I don’t-” She starts to say, but a gruff voice cuts her off.

“She should be examined immediately, Gordon. She may have inhaled smoke from the smoke bombs due to proximity. She also could have burns to her face or ears from Joker’s gun. He shot it and then proceeded to prod her with it.” Batman says, the last part of his ‘report’ slightly more gruff than the first. Was he…..worried about her? Marinette shakes that thought off almost immediately. Why would Batman be worried about her? Wait, was he really going to make her see the paramedics when all she wanted to do was talk to the officers so she could get back to the trip?

“I assure you, Monsieur Batman, Monsieur Gordon, I don’t need to see the paramedics. I’m a little shaky, but that’s all. I mean, I was held at gunpoint. I think shaky is appropriate, non?” Marinette asks, flashing the two a bright smile. Gordon raises an eyebrow and glances at Batman who shakes his head stiffly.

“She gets examined.” He says, leaving no room for questions as he pulls his grappling hook (?!?!) out and retreats to the rooftop.

“You heard the man. We can talk as you’re examined, if you’d prefer. I’m sure you just want to put this whole business behind you.” Commissioner Gordon says kindly. Marinette sighs in relief and nods, smiling again at the man. Hopefully this would be taken care of quickly. --- Bruce Wayne was slightly panicking, though he would never admit it. When reports of the Joker being spotted at the Gotham City Museum of Modern Art first rolled in, he assumed his biggest challenge would be keeping Jason from murdering the clown. He did not expect to see a small girl being held at gunpoint. A girl who looked like a strange mix between his mother, and someone else. But he couldn’t place his- of course. Memories flood his mind as he thinks back to the woman who was so clearly related to the small girl. Bridgette Le. A woman that he, at one time, thought he would be able to spend the rest of his life with. Until she left Gotham and cut off all contact between the two. Oh god. She wouldn’t….would she? --- “I don’t understand why that older paramedic looked like she’d seen a ghost.” Marinette says with a pout as she continues working on the embroidery for a jacket for Jagged. Design never sleeps.

“What d’ya mean?” Adrien asks from his nest of blankets on her bed. Marinette tries to focus on keeping her blush down. Apparently, the attack at the museum had scared Adrien more than her, though she imagined he was scared on her behalf. But she couldn’t quite understand why...nevertheless, he had become attached at her hip and hadn’t left her side since they got back to the hotel. Even though all she really wanted was a little alone time to talk to Tikki. Especially about the chance of the Miraculous Cure working here. Maybe if she was in the battle…

“Didn’t you notice? He was fine til he looked into my eyes and then he got super pale. He looked like he was going to say something, but Monsieur Gordon stopped him before he could.” Marinette recounts, remembering the way the paramedic had to switch out since his hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

“I didn’t notice that. That’s weird. Anything else happen like that today?” Adrien asks, finally sitting up and giving her his full attention. Marinette pauses her stitching and purses her lips as she runs the days events back through her head. The paramedic. Batman. Joker. Arriving late to the museum. The cab ride. Being left at the hotel. Coffee-

“Well,” Marinette starts, furrowing her eyebrows as she tries to rationalize the man’s actions in addition to the actions of the paramedic. But something wasn’t adding up. “There was my cab ride to the museum.”

“What happened? Was someone creepy? I can fight them for you!” Adrien offers, a little too cheery. Marinette freezes as she studies his face, searching for something. Adrien had been off all day. More protective than he’d been in awhile. And the few times Lila had spoken, he had scowled at her instead of ignored her. Was he finally coming around to the idea that the high road would not work with Lila? Pushing those thoughts off for another time, Marinette shakes her head.

“No, no. Nothing like that. But as I was leaving, he called me Miss Wayne.” Marinette admits, not expecting Adrien’s uncontrollable laughter.

“He, you, oh my god!” He laughs, clutching his sides. Marinette’s eyebrows furrow in confusion as she sets the jacket down on the desk.

“What?” She asks, completely and totally frustrated with the situation. Adrien laughs for another minute before calming down, wiping tears from his eyes and shooting her a blinding smile. Not his model smile. An actual smile that warms her heart and her cheeks.

“I’m so sorry Mari. It’s just, I think he was referring to the fact that you look like the typical kid Bruce Wayne adopts.” Adrien says and Marinette’s blood freezes.

“Did you say Bruce Wayne?” Marinette asks and Adrien nods, his previous mirth wiped from his face.

“Yeah, Mari, are you okay?” He asks. Marinette nods, then shakes her head, then groans and throws up her arms in frustration.

“I don’t know! I just- you remember how I told you I’m adopted?” She asks. Adrien nods, then stops. A look of mixed terror and awe flooding his face.

“Oh god, Mari. You never told me the name. Your birth father-”

“His name is Bruce Wayne. But there’s gotta be hundreds if not thousands of Bruce Waynes in the US right?” Marinette asks, even as her hope in that idea dwindles.

“The US? He’s confirmed from the US?” Adrien asks, already pulling out his phone.

“Yes. Adrien, what are you doing?” She asks, suddenly worried as she jumps onto the bed next to him, desperately trying to see his phone.

“I’m googling Bruce Wayne and Bridgette Le as a combined search. Wayne is one of the most prominent figures in Gotham, all of his previous relationships have photographic evidence. Except for whoever the mother of his youngest is. But that’s probably because he wasn’t in the country at that time.” Adrien says, typing away furiously on his phone. Marinette’s eyebrow quirks up in amusement.

“Since when were you a master researcher?” She asks with a grin.

“Since one of my best friends found out she’s adopted and it could be the man who hosts the only palatable high society parties. Seriously. And they’d be much better if you were there and-holy shit. Your bio mom looks just like you!” Adrien exclaims, turning the phone to her. Marinette inhales deeply and thanks whatever power there is that she’s not in Paris right now. The emotions running over her at an indescribable speed...not all of them are positive. And they’re all overwhelming as she looks at a picture that very clearly shows her bio mom with Bruce Wayne. As in the Gotham Bruce Wayne. Not a different unknown Bruce Wayne across the country somewhere. Nope. A man who is apparently prominent enough that Monsieur Agreste makes his son go to the man’s parties.

“I don’t suppose she just had a type for men named Bruce Wayne?” Marinette says weakly. This was not what she expected. --- This was exactly what he expected. Looking at the birth records for one Marinette Le, where he’s noted as the father. Though why he wasn’t notified before the girl’s custody was signed over to Sabine Cheng, he’ll never understand. His jaw clenches as he continues reading, eyes scanning over Bridgette’s death certificate before glancing back at Marinette’s birth certificate. A daughter. He had a daughter. Another child that he would never be able to hold when they were small. Another child that grew up without him. Another child that he didn’t meet until they were already a person. Someone with their own experiences individual from his own, someone that may not even know he had found them. And that he wanted nothing more than to get to know someone who was brave enough to stand between the Joker and her friends. Someone who was determined not to let what should have been the most traumatic experience in her life be a set back. He had a daughter. And he wanted to meet her.

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Note, my headcannon is that the paramedic that panicked did so because he was one of the first responders the night that the Waynes were murdered. And while she looks a lot like her birth mom, Marinette also definitely has Martha Wayne’s eyes and the paramedic could NOT deal. Also, let me know if you want tagged!

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