#marissa wiegler

[faust-lane]

[lalaray]

2x01

[thesound-of-myvoice]

[lodgeofeilhart]

Marissa DESERVES THE WORLD!!!!

I can't wait for this fic to come out! I love her character so much, such a strong and brave, and kind. She had been through so many difficulties but found a way to keep a kind heart. She truly deserves a nice hurt/comfort fic, where she finally gets treated kindly after all the trauma she had been through

I absolutely agree, I was so upset with the ending, and I cried and vowed to never watch that episode again. Tbh, she truly had such a shitty ending and absolutely does deserve the world. I have an idea of where I would want to take this fic, though. I would probably keep it open, as in even myself, who's now 33 years old, could be a person like Hanna (not likely, but it's a fic right) 🤣😂

I would keep the basis of the story as is, except maybe not have Erik as your father, but more of someone who saves you!! Anyway, I'll see. If you want to write in private, I would absolutely love to discuss this, I mean, you did think of the exact same thing as me, and I started watching Hanna 3 days ago which gave me the push I needed to get on with this!! I was terribly worried people wouldn't go for it, as there are not many Marissa fic of her out there, but who cares, right?! Ohhhh, you have no idea who excited I am. Thank you for giving me the push, because in all honesty, I was going to write one on the side, but I would have kept it for myself! Now I dont have to!!! Thank you again!! 🙌🥰♥️

[belair8201]

But in a good way

that laugh cate did in hanna scares the shit out of me. that character scares me. lol.

[witchinatree]

have we considered that every character is asexual until proven otherwise (idk how youd prove youre not without literally saying it so asexual rep skyrockets and we all profit)

[dykes]

[funkymbtifiction]

Hanna: Marissa Wiegler [INTJ 5w6]

MBTI Type: INTJ Marissa was part of a secret branch of an organization in charge of a lab experiment in which they attempted to create “super soldier” children, but when it didn’t go according to the plan, she had all of the mothers and children terminated. Marissa just competently and logically deals with problems—such as hiring people to try and find and kill Erik and Hanna for her, because…

[faust-lane]

"Hello, Friend.

I am writing these lines in hopes that this channel of communication with you is still relevant. Honestly, I don't even know if you're still alive, given your passion for risk. However, I hope for the best.

Now I live in Berlin. I always wanted to visit here. I try to imagine how my ancestors walked along these streets centuries ago. Until they've fled to the new world to chase the American dream. I look like everyone else, I speak German perfectly, ... but I feel like an outcast among the locals.

I am writing to you for one very important reason. There is a task that I can entrust only to you. Private bussiness. You always followed my instructions flawlessly. And I believe that now I can only rely on you. Even after almost twenty years.

If you read this, know that in three days I will go to where it all began. I'll wait for you there.

— Wiegler"

Lucas puts the handwritten letter down on the coffee table and stares into nothingness. The past often comes back to bite and remind of itself. For Grey, this is like running through a minefield – he won't get out alive. His memory is excellent, even though he is already fifty. He remembers every detail. This is his curse. Even as he read the letter, in the back of his mind he heard a voice that was still so familiar to him. Then, nineteen years ago, Six was like an animal, desperately trying to learn how to live in the world of people, to comprehend this long-awaited freedom that he got through bitter labor and sacrifice. Even outside the Institute, he was still a lab rat raised in a cage. Naturally, he was immediately drawn to what he knew best –

towards death.

[derangeduser]

Equivocal Intentions

Hanna (2011) Fanfiction

Marissa Wiegler x Erik’s Sister!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, sexual themes, angst, and dashes of homophobia but not really.

Key:

Y/n - Your name

e/c - Eye color

h/c - Hair color

Disclaimer: I do not own the story Hanna, nor the characters. This is just a reader insert, and my own adaption.

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Valentines Special

(That is so fucking late :,) )

First Intention:

Marissa grasps the handle of the umbrella tighter as the rain begins to get heavier. She eyes the magazines in front of her before sighing, her breath being visible in the cold air.

“Irgendetwas von Interesse, gnädige Frau?”

(Anything of interest, ma’am?)

The vendor asks politely. He’s noticed that she has been standing there for awhile, and that she hasn’t even attempted to buy anything from the kiosk.

The woman stays silent for a moment, and the man would have thought he was being ignored if it wasn’t for her blue eyes that were trained on him.

“Nein, ich stöbere nur.”

(No, I’m just browsing)

He nods, and goes back to reading his newspaper. Marissa looks over the items one more time, before walking to the side of the news kiosk.

She looks at her watch impatiently, before hearing the sound of splashes coming towards her. The pale woman looked up and saw a man. Marissa was a bit shocked to see that he didn’t have an umbrella. The rain had darkened his clothes, and dampened his hair.

He stares at her cautiously with his dark brown eyes before asking,

“Marissa Wiegler?”

Her eyebrow raises. “Yes. Erik Heller?”

The man only silently nods, a strand of wet hair falling in front of his face.

He looks behind him, and Marissa looks as well. But she sees nothing.

“Where’s-” She begins, observing him. He’s pale, and his lips are slightly blue from the cold.

Before she can finish, your feminine voice speaks from behind him.

“Why do you have to be so stubborn?”

Clutching your umbrella, you bound towards him, an annoyed expression on your face.

You stand beside your brother, holding the umbrella over both of your heads.

“Look at you! You’re soaked.”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t exaggerate. It’s only a little rain.”

“A little? You–“

You continue to bicker with Erik, not paying any mind to the curious set of blue eyes watching you.

Marissa looks you up and down, taking in your features. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t look away for some reason.

Falling out of her trance, you finally take notice of her presence.

“Oh! Hi, you must be Agent Wiegler.”

You hold out a gloved hand to her, and she stares at it, before gripping it in a firm handshake. A charming smile consumes your face, and a warm feeling fills her.

“It’s nice to meet you, I hope my brother wasn’t rude.”

Erik glares at you, and you pay no mind to it only focusing on Marissa.

Said woman smirks.

“He wasn’t. Though,” She eyes his drenched appearance, “He could work on his first impression.”

Joyful laughter spills from you, and Marissa feels a twinge of pride.

Calming down you grin, nudging your brother, uncaring of getting your own clothes wet. “I like her.”

A light flush comes upon Marissa’s cheeks, though it’s barely noticeable with the shade of her umbrella.

Erik however, doesn’t look so impressed. His glare has softened, but irritation was still present.

“Don’t even think about it.”

His words confuse Marissa, but she doesn’t let it show.

You huff, “Not what I meant, Erik.”

Marissa doesn’t know if she wants to question this or not.

Though she doesn’t get time to, as you interlock your left arm with your brother’s right. “Anyways, we’d better get going huh?”

The woman in front of you hesitates, then nods, turning around. You turn to Erik and wink at him. He shakes his head at your actions.

You both follow when Marissa walks away, a smile on your face, and a stony expression on Erik’s.

Second Intention:

“I come from Germany.”

The two women in front of you struggle until they unconfidently blurt,

“I come from Germany.”

You smile encouragingly.

“Good job Johanna, Anna. Note how in English we don’t say ‘Deutschland’, we say Germany.”

Johanna repeats the phrase slowly, while Anna is too timid to try. You speak to them calmly.

“Eine neue Sprache zu lernen ist nicht einfach, und ich erwarte nicht, dass Sie einfach so Englisch lernen.”

(Learning a new language isn’t easy, and I don’t expect you to learn English just like that.)

You take both their hands gently in yours.

“Es ist völlig in Ordnung, es nicht zu verstehen. Denken Sie nur daran, Fragen zu stellen, wenn Sie verwirrt sind, okay?”

(It’s totally fine to not understand. Just remember to ask questions if you’re confused okay?)

They both nod at different times, and you carefully let go to continue the lesson. Your words seem to have calmed them a bit. In fact, one of them even raised their hand.

“Ja, Johanna?” (Yes, Johanna?)

“Wie sagst du ‘Ich liebe dich’?”

(How do you say ‘I love you’?)

You simper at her question. You motion to both of the women.

“Say ‘I’.”

Johanna says it first, and Anna shyly follows.

“Love.”

Again they repeat.

“You.”

Johanna says the last word thoughtfully, and Anna looks embarrassed.

“Now say it all together. I love you.”

“I love you.” Their German accents stick to the words, but you feel happy nonetheless. Your watch beeps, and you glance at it. 11:40 am.

“Tolle Arbeit heute, meine Damen. Ich sehe euch beide am Mittwoch, stellt sicher, dass ihr übt.”

(Great job today, ladies. I’ll see you both on Wednesday, make sure to practice.)

You start to pack away papers in your folder, walking towards the door.

As you open it, a hand grips the sleeve of your blouse. Turning, you see Anna’s brown hair.

“Was ist das, Frau Baumann?”

(What is it, Ms. Baumann?)

“I-Ich wollte mich nur für Ihre Hilfe bedanken.”

(I-I just wanted to say thank you for your help.)

Leaning on the door and holding your files in your left arm, you pat her head softly.

“Es ist mein Job. Das tue ich gerne.”

(It’s my job. I’m happy to do so.)

She blushes and quickly moves away from you. You chuckle. Johanna watches you both in interest. Somebody from behind you clears their throat, and you jump.

Spinning around you see your superior, her eyebrow raised and arms crossed. She looks at you expectantly.

Sheepishly you rub the back of your neck, and bid your goodbyes to Johanna and Anna, as guards come to escort them to their rooms.

Facing the ginger haired woman, she stares at you silently. You still rub the back of your neck, a nervous gesture.

“Sorry, Ms. Wiegler. I know I was off schedule-”

She holds her hand up.

“No need. Just come by my office after your next session.”

You shake your head wordlessly, clutching the files to your chest.

The watch on your wrist beeps again, and you curse to yourself.

You were about to dismiss yourself when she speaks, “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yes ma’am.” You speak hurriedly as you rush off, your pencil skirt hindering your movement.

Fucking formal wear.

In your haste, you didn’t see the smirk on your superiors face.

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“Adiós, Elena. Gran trabajo hoy!”

(Goodbye, Elena. Great job today!)

The woman cheerfully smiles at you, shocking you with a hug.

“Gracias, Y/n!” (Thanks, Y/n!)

You reciprocate the hug, patting her back. “No hay problema! No te olvides de estudiar.”

(No problem! Don’t forget to study.)

Staring as she walks off with the guard, you grumble when you remember that you might be in trouble.

Your heels click as you walk off, playing with the edge of your files absentmindedly.

Only once before had you been to Marissa’s office, and you only got a brief glance because you were on a tour of the headquarters.

Thankfully you have a great memory, otherwise you would’ve gotten lost with all the different rooms.

Standing outside her door, you pause.

You must be in trouble right? But for what?

Hitting your head lightly, you knock on her door. You wait until you hear a muffled ‘come in’.

Walking in cautiously, you observe your new surroundings. The room is quite monotone, and nothing particularly special sticks out to you.

Well, except the woman sitting at a desk. Her head is positioned downwards as she’s writing, and her hair covers her face slightly.

Without looking up she motions you to come towards her, and you stumble to follow her request.

Once she’s finished with whatever she’s writing, she looks up at you, her blank gaze scrutinizing you.

“Do you know why I want to speak with you?”

You instantly shake your head.

“No, ma’am.”

She gazes at you for a moment, then leans back in her chair.

“I’ve been informed that you have been…. unprofessional with the women you teach. Is that true?”

“Who told you that?”

You’d bet your life on Kevin. He’s always had it out for you since you rejected him.

“That’s not of importance. Well?”

You scowl. “Of course I’m not.”

A dark look comes upon Marissa’s face. “Are you sure? I saw you getting awfully handsy with Ms. Baumann.”

“She was just saying thank you.”

“And Ms. Ortiz?”

Your eyes widen. Was she watching you?

“She was giving me a hug, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

She eyes you blankly. You observe as she rises from her chair, and leans forward on her hands.

“While that may be true, you have a job to do here Ms. Heller. You are not here to make friends or more, are we clear?”

You tried to keep it in, you really did. If Erik could see you now, he’d be so impressed you managed to hold off for so long. But sadly, the damn had to break at one point.

“If I didn’t know any better Ms. Wiegler, I’d say you’re jealous.”

The words came out before you could stop them. You’re just so… frustrated.

You came here to help women learn English, not to be judged for who you are.

When Marissa clenches her jaw, you realize that you most likely won’t have a job anymore.

You were about to excuse yourself. Pack your things while you still had the adrenaline running through you, but instead Marissa carefully walks around her desk.

Your eyes widen when she treads past you and towards the door. The sound of a lock being turned makes you whirl around. You see Marissa leaning back on the door, her blue eyes trained on your figure.

“Ms. Wiegler-“ You stutter when she takes a step towards you.

“And if I was?”

She takes another.

“Uh-“ Instinctually, you back up.

“If I was jealous, what would you do?”

Another step. Your hips hit her desk.

“I-I uhm-“ She places her hands on either side of you, and you clutch the files close to your chest. A barrier.

“Yes?” Your noses are practically touching, and your breathing comes out labored.

Why have you lost your nerve so suddenly?

“Ms. Wiegler this i-is highly inappropriate-“

Choking on your words, she moves her lips to your ear. “You’re going to crumple your files, sweetheart.”

Your hands flinch when you realize that you are basically crushing the files in your hands. Your fingers loosen on them, and Marissa quickly snatches them from your hold, placing them on her desk.

You turn your head to locate them, and you jump when wet lips touch your neck. Cool hands grab your waist, and to steady yourself, your fingers grip the edge of the desk.

With a surprising amount of strength, Marissa grasps your thighs and sits you upon her desk. She moves between your legs, her front against yours.

She buries her face into your neck, her soft hair brushes your jaw. Kissing her way up to your ear she murmurs,

“Tell me to stop. And I will.”

A shiver trills through you when her fingers graze the edge of your skirt.

Swallowing, you face Marissa. Her eyes were blown, and a flush is present on her neck.

Calming down slightly, you let go of the surface below and reach up. You carefully cup her jaw,

“Don’t.”

and crash her lips into yours.

Third Intention:

“What are we?”

Marissa pauses her chewing, her eyebrow raised.

“I just mean… are we a thing? Or…”

The woman across from you swallows her food, placing her fork down.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, you’re kinda my boss. Any type of romantic interaction would be considered unprofessional so…”

“That ship sailed awhile ago, darling.”

You blush, crossing your arms.

“Touché.”

“But you technically didn’t answer my question.”

Your shoulders tense up, and Marissa notices. “Do you want to stop seeing eachother?”

Your mouth flies open,

“No! Its not that at all.”

She gazes at you thoughtfully for a moment, “Then what is it?”

Taking a deep breath you say steadily,

“I was wondering if… you’d like to be official.”

Silence engulfs your dining room, and your heart hammers in your chest.

This was it. Marissa was going to put on the rest of her clothes and leave your apartment. She was going to fire you-

A cold hand caresses your warm one.

Her usually blank face looks at you warmly.

“You beat me to it.”

You blink. What?

She leaves her chair and walks up to you. Marissa holds you jaw and lifts up your face to look up at her.

“I was going to ask you that.”

Leaning down, she locks her lips with yours. Her lips are soft, and you melt in her hands. She leaves you dazed.

“So..that’s a yes?”

Marissa huffs, exasperated.

“Of course it’s a yes you idiot!”

A wide smile appears on your face, and you break into fits of laughter.

Marissa shakes her head at your antics, and yelps when you pull her into your lap. You wrap your arms around her slim waist, snuggling into her neck.

Fourth Intention:

You wake up to the sound of buzzing.

Eyes still closed, you feel to the right of you, and frown when your hand comes in contact with nothing.

You sit up and rub your eyes, groaning. You squint, checking the clock beside you. 4:23 am.

Blowing a piece of hair out your face, you move the comforter off your body.

Following the sound, you blink when you reach the bathroom door.

A sliver of light is creeping from the open crack of the door, and you cautiously push it open a bit more.

You spot Marissa brushing her teeth, her electric toothbrush being the source of the buzzing.

Your shoulders sag with relief, and you were about to sneak back to bed, until you saw blood.

A quiet gasp comes from your lips as you see her bright red gums, and the blood trickling down from them.

Marissa seems unaffected, continuing to meticulously abuse her gums as the blood drips from her mouth into the sink below.

Once she’s satisfied, she rinses her mouth from red, checking her teeth in the mirror to see if there’s any lasting trace of it.

You don’t even try to run as she opens the door. She freezes, her blue eyes widened in shock. Gripping the door handle tightly she begins,

“Darling! I-I uhm– I didn’t expect you to be up.”

Marissa grows anxious when you don’t answer. She shuts off the light of the bathroom, effectively hiding her face in the shadows.

“You–you want the bathroom, right? I’ll leave you to it.”

She rushes past you, trying to run from your gaze. But your hand latches to her wrist. “Wait.”

She tenses, slowly turning. You keep a firm grip on her, taking a step closer.

Raising your other hand to her cheek you speak to her softly,

“Má lásko, are you– are you okay?”

(My love.)

The woman leans into your touch.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

You eye her warily. “It’s just– I saw what you did in the bathroom.”

She inhales sharply, looking away.

“You’re mad, aren’t you?”

“Honestly? A bit. But I’m more worried than mad.”

You rub her cheek with your thumb gently. “Do you… do you know why you do it?”

Marissa sighs, glancing back at you.

She debates whether or not she should be honest.

“I don’t really know why. It’s just become… a habit of mine.”

You grasp her wrist and face a bit tighter. Not enough to hurt, but enough to gain her attention.

“A habit? You mean you do this all the time?”

“Not all the time-“

“But enough to call it a habit?”

She shuts her mouth at your words, and you sigh.

“You have perfect teeth, you shouldn’t be worried about them.”

“I know, I just– can’t stop. I have to keep brushing until the need is gone.”

Frowning you mumble, “If you don’t stop, then I’ll have to force you to.”

She chuckles, “How?”

Bowing your head in thought, you shoot up when you gain an idea.

“I’ll stop kissing you.”

Her eyes bulge out of her skull, as a disbelieving laugh leaves her.

“What?”

You reiterate it to her.

Marissa shakes her head haphazardly. “No, no– I heard you. I mean well, why?”

“So it’ll give you initiative to stop that bad habit of yours.”

The older woman blinks her blue eyes at you incredulously. Then humor takes hold of her and she lets go of you to hold her stomach.

Your hands fall to your sides as you look at her, confused. She wheezes,

“That’s your plan, Y/n? Really?”

“I think it’s a good idea.” You mumble, a pout on your lips.

Marissa snickers in amusement, her ginger hair shaking with her head.

“It’s sweet of you to care, but I don’t think it’ll work.”

“We’ll see, won’t we?”

Your lover goes silent, slightly awed by your stubbornness. She smirks.

“Can I at least get one now before you condemn me?”

You laugh abruptly. “You make it sound like I’m guiding you to your inevitable death.”

Marissa pulls you in by your hips.

“You might as well be.” She teases, her voice low. She stares at your lips.

Exasperated, you push her away and say, “Then I guess you’re doomed, because you are not getting any kisses from me until you show improvement.”

Shrugging at your response, she folds her arms, bending towards you.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

You just giggle at her reply, leaving her to go to the bathroom.

As she hears the sink start to run, doubt floods her.

You couldn’t possibly be serious. Right? You wouldn’t actually stop kissing her, you were probably just joking…..

right?

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You weren’t joking.

It had been weeks since you last kissed Marissa. After that fateful morning, your lips barely came in contact with hers at all.

It was fine on the first day, she’s not so pathetic that she can’t handle not being kissed for a day.

But then came the next day, and the next, and the next. Until 2 weeks went by, and Marissa got nothing.

The best she’d gotten was a hug.

You also had taken to checking her gums. It was just as weird as it seems.

Every single time, in the morning and at night you would check her gums to see if they were red, or if there were any lasting trails of blood on her teeth. You even check the sink.

At first this really annoyed Marissa.

Who wants their gums surveyed twice a day?

But she slowly realized that you were only doing it, because you care for her well-being. Which, irritatingly, made her want to kiss you even more.

And luckily, today might be the day.

For one week she hasn’t made her gums bleed once, and only flossed as far as her gums let her.

You took notice of her change, and felt smug.

You knew she couldn’t survive not having affection for long.

She waits in anticipation on your verdict, and you debate whether or not to hold off just a bit longer to mess with her.

But you can’t help it when she makes that adorable hopeful face.

“You’ve been very good this past week, Má lásko.” (My love.)

Involuntarily, she leans towards you at your praise. You chuckle.

“So I think it’s only fair that you get a reward.”

Marissa huffs, “About tim-“

You kiss her cheek.

…her damn cheek.

Her shocked face is making it hard to contain your laughter, but you hold strong, keeping a normal look on your face.

You crawl away to the other side of the bed, and start tucking yourself in, getting ready for sleep. Marissa’s head snaps to you, and you think she’ll get whiplash from how fast the movement was.

“What the hell was that?”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“Oh you know damn well what I mean!”

“I don’t understand, you got your kiss.”

“That wasn’t what I wanted and you know that!”

You hide your smile in your arms, shutting your eyes.

“Be good for another week, and we’ll see what happens.”

You fully predict her to huff and reluctantly go to sleep. That’s what she’s done for the past two weeks.

What you didn’t predict, was her yanking your body towards her, trapping your arms in her grasp.

She straddles your waist, and looms over you, a dark shadow on her face.

“It’s been two weeks, and my patience is wearing thin.”

Getting closer, Marissa’s breath fans over your face. “So either you give me what I deserve,” her lips barely touch yours, “or I take it anyways.”

All you see is blue, her eyes having you in a trance. But the trance is broken when blue darts down to you lips.

You sigh dramatically, “Fine-“

Her mouth is on yours before you can continue. She takes advantage of your parted lips and pushes her tongue through, brushing against your own. You moan lightly, and Marissa smirks.

“Sounds like you want this just as much as I do.”

Breathing heavily you say,

“Not doing it, is not the same as not wanting it. I only stopped to help you.”

Her grip on your wrists soften, as does her face. “Y/n…”

She can’t help but kiss you again.

“I love you.”

You beam at her brightly.

“I love you too.”

Fifth Intention:

Walking through the threshold you call out, “I’m back, Má lásko!”

(My love.)

Shutting the door, you walk to the kitchen, placing your bags on the counter.

Dusting your hands, you leave the kitchen to roam around your apartment. Calling out to her again, you hear a muffled response coming from your office.

You open the door to see Marissa seated in front of your piano, back as straight as a board.

Silently you take steps towards her, sitting by the piano with her.

“I didn’t know you played.” She says.

“I do. Very well.” she rolls her eyes at your arrogance, “But I haven’t played in awhile.”

Marissa thinks before asking,

“Could you… play something for me?”

She smiles when you nod,

“Do you have an requests?”

“I’m not picky.”

Humming to yourself, you try and remember one of your favorites to play. It’s a bit cliche but…

You start to play ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’ by Elvis Presley.

“Wise men say, only fools rush in.

But I cant help falling in love with you.”

Marissa gazes at you fondly, leaning her head on your shoulder.

“Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?

If I can’t help falling in love with you.”

You can feel her humming on your shoulder.

“Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be.”

It seems you both were so caught up with the song, you didn’t hear the front door opening and someone call out to you.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too

For I can’t help–“

“Y/n?”

You slam on the keys, jolting. Marissa straightens up.

You swing your head around to see your brother standing in the doorway, keys dangling from his hand.

His brown orbs dart between you and the woman next to you, his face unreadable.

“Erik! Uhm-“

Your brother doesn’t scare you by any means, but his face gives you chills.

You rise to your feet, “I can explain-“

His eyes are stuck on Marissa, a silent rage. Still seated she stares right back at him, unaffected.

Erik wants to yank Marissa by the collar and throw her outside, but he knows that if he does this it will cause major problems. Instead he takes a deep breath and blankly says,

“Y/n, could you let Marissa and I talk alone? Please?”

You blink, and turn your head to Marissa. She nods, and watches as you hesitantly walk out, Erik closing the door behind you.

Now they are both alone, in complete silence. Marissa turns back to the piano, deciding that it was more important than the man behind her.

He bites his cheek and walks up to her, standing beside her.

“What are your intentions with my sister?”

“My intentions?”

He glares at her. “Yes. Intentions.”

The woman glances at him and replies coolly, “Other than to love her, I have none.”

He purses his lips until they’re white.

“Don’t bullshit me.”

Marissa’s eyes snap to his. “Watch your tone. I’m still your handler, whether you like it or not.”

“If you actually cared about that, you wouldn’t be dating Y/n.”

She stands to full height, bearing her teeth at him. “And if you actually cared about Y/n, you’d let her be happy.”

His nostrils flare. “I do care about her and her happiness, which is why I’m telling you to leave her alone. She doesn’t deserve to be hurt, Marissa.”

“Exactly, which is why I’m not going to end things with her.”

Erik’s eyes shrink into slits as he glares at her, his cheek hollowed.

He was about to say more, when a knock echoes in the room. Both individuals turn to look as the door opens, and in comes you.

“Darling.” Marissa says fondly, reaching a hand out for you to take, which you do. Erik’s eye twitches.

“You can’t stay with her, Y/n.”

Your eyes couldn’t have possibly rolled any further. “Why?”

Marissa wraps an arm around your waist. He stares at it before continuing, “Both of you could lose your jobs if you get caught.”

“That’s if someone reports us. And nobody else besides you, knows.”

Erik heard the unspoken question, and exhaled loudly, rubbing his face.

“I–… I won’t report you. But I need to know. Are you– are you happy?”

“I am. I promise you I am, Erik.” You’re quick to answer.

He observes to see if you’re telling him a lie, but Erik doesn’t see any signs of one. His shoulder slump,

“Fine. Marissa,” the woman raises an eyebrow at him, “you can date Y/n. I won’t get in your way.”

“Even if you did, I would still be with her anyways.”

“Yes well, you won’t have to worry about me.”

You audibly sigh of relief, gazing at Marissa who’s looking at your brother, unsure. You squeeze her hand comfortingly, and she squeezes back.

Her clears his throat, uncomfortable.

“Right, I’m gonna go. I’ll talk to you later, Y/n.”

You reply with an ‘okay’, as he leaves the room, then the apartment when you hear the front door close and lock.

You feel your hand being lifted, and you turn to Marissa to see her raising your hand to her lips, kissing the back of your hand softly. “Are you okay sweetheart?”

“Mhm. That was just really stressful.”

You chuckle without humor, more with fatigue. Marissa toys with your hand.

“…you really think he won’t tell anyone?”

“He’s my brother, and while he can be an ass, he cares for me nonetheless. He wouldn’t purposefully put me in harms way.”

You reassure her, pecking her cheek.

“And he’s fine with the fact that you…. that you date…”

“Women?” You finish for her.

“Yes. In fact, he’s met many of my girlfriends before. At first it was a bit weird for him but–“

Marissa zones out.

Girlfriends? Many? She wasn’t your first? How many were before her? Does she have competition–

“Marissa? Hello?”

Her ginger hair shakes as she snaps out of it. “Sorry darling, lost in thought.”

You huff, the corners of your mouth pulled up. “Anyways, he doesn’t have an issue with me being with women. So, now that that’s out of the way, are you hungry? I could make us something.”

You pull on her hand, dragging her out the office and towards the kitchen, a familiar pep in your step. You ramble on about what you should cook, and Marissa smiles.

It doesn’t matter if she wasn’t your first, she will be your last if Marissa has anything to say about it.

Sixth Intention:

You can’t focus on any of the words in front of you. For the past hour, you have tried reading the same page over and over, but the words just keep jumbling together, no matter how hard you try to understand it.

It also doesn’t help that for the past hour, Marissa has been staring you down. Though you can tell she isn’t focused either, because if she was, she would’ve teased you for being on the same page for so long.

Finally deciding to take a break, you shut the book without saving the page, slightly irritated.

Marissa blinks at the noise, and her eyes meet yours. “Is there something on your mind, Má lásko?” (My love.)

She doesn’t respond right away, head angled in a way that makes her hair somewhat shield her eyes.

“You could say that.” You dubiously gaze at her. Your eyes travel down, and you see her fiddling with her shirt, looking apprehensive.

All of a sudden she jumps to her feet, and quickly sits next to you on the couch. Your body flinches backwards a bit.

“I want to speak with you about something.” Oh that’s never a good way to start a sentence. You swallow, before nodding your head, urging her to continue.

“So we’ve been together for over a year now, and– uhm.”

You have never seen her so unsure of herself. You reach a hand out to grasp her arm, rubbing it up and down.

She takes a shaky breath before continuing, “I wanted to– I was wondering if– ugh.”

Marissa seems to be frustrated with her stuttering, and exhales emphatically.

“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

Her rapidly beating heart slows at your words and she hastily says,

“I wanted to give you this.”

She reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a small box. Your lungs stop.

Wobbly pale hands carefully open the box, and there sits a black ring with a bright ruby jewel in the middle. Your e/c eyes go as wide as humanly possible, and your whole body freezes.

The ginger haired woman sees your struggle and blurts, “I know that legally, we can’t get married. But I love you, and even if the world wouldn’t acknowledge us as wives, I want us to.”

You still haven’t moved, eyes trained on the ring in front of you. Marissa was about to call out your name, shake you, anything to get your attention. But she didn’t need to, as you suddenly burst into laughter.

Marissa can physically feel her heart hurt, and the hopeful look in her eyes, quickly diminished. “I-I know. It was silly.”

Your giggles die down, and you immediately feel awful when you open your eyes to see her solemn face.

“Nononono, that’s not why I was laughing. Hold on, give me a second-“

She watches as you rush out the living room, and she hears you unzip your bag. The woman can’t help but feel agitation grow in her. What the fuck are you doing?

You zoom back to her side, holding an item in your hand. Her blue eyes turn to sauciers when she sees it’s a small box. You grin at her expression, a snicker escaping from you.

You open the box, and Marissa sees a gorgeous silver ring, with an emerald jem. A slight parallel to the ring she presented you.

“This is why I was laughing. We had the same idea.” You say gently.

You peer at her as she processes the information, then you fall back on the couch with an ‘oof’ when she tackles you.

“Don’t ever do that shit again. You almost gave me a heart attack.”

She speaks into your collarbone, as you brush your fingers in her short hair.

“Yeah well you nearly about stopped mine when you pulled out your ring.”

“You had the same idea!”

“Precisely why I was so shocked.”

The older woman groans on your chest, then lifts her head up to glare at you. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know.” You grin cheekily.

Rolling her blue orbs, she sits back up pulling you with her. She grabs the box that had fallen on the couch, and reopens it. “We’ll have to wear them on our right hand. It would be best that people at work doesn’t make the connection.”

You offer you right hand to her with a nod, and she slips the ring on your finger. It fits perfectly.

You take out the silver ring, and slide it on her own right finger. She gazes at it tenderly. “Do you like it?” You ask.

You spent so long looking for the perfect ring for Marissa, so you were a bit anxious if you made the right decision.

“Of course I love it, just like I love you.”

Her lips launch onto yours and you smile. You never wanted to stop kissing her. You would rather die of suffocation.

Though it seems Marissa wants to do a bit more than kiss.

She shoves you back down on the couch and wraps your legs around her hips. You gasp when she presses into your center, and she takes full advantage of it, devouring your mouth.

You reluctantly pull away and open your eyes. She looks so beautiful. Her lips plump and pink from your rough kissing, her pupils dilated, and a dark blush spread about her cheeks.

She kisses you once more, before sneaking her hands under your shirt and taking it off your torso….

Final Intention:

“They are children Marissa! Infants!”

The blue eyed woman clenches her jaw, shutting her eyes forcefully. Your teary gaze bores into her, and she can’t seem to look at you.

Her silence makes you feel even worse.

Your e/c eyes look off, and you hug yourself tightly.

“It would be one thing if we just–just let the women do what they had wanted. If we didn’t give them the chance to bond with their children.”

Pausing to take a shaky breath, you resume.

“But we did. And you’re just going to kill them, and their kids, without even batting an eye?!”

“It’s what my higher ups want. I can’t do anything.” She states from her desk, standing behind it. As if it’s a barrier, that’s shields her from you.

The calmness in her tone chills you to the bone. Her icy orbs still don’t look into yours, and you become fearful.

“Of course you can! There’s always something!”

“Well not this time Y/n!”

You gape at her in disbelief.

“How can you expect us to–to have a family if you can just do this without remorse?”

The ring on your finger starts to feel very cold.

Marissa exhales shakily. She focuses anywhere else but at you, your gaze making her feel somewhat sick.

“Y/n I-“

You cut her off, ferocious.

“And what about Johanna?!”

That’s when her eyes finally snap to yours. You ignore the shiver that comes upon you, “She has bonded so much with little Hanna, and so have I! We can’t just take that away!”

Marissa mutters something under her breath, and you demand that she speaks up.

“I bet you have bonded with her. Johanna I mean.” She says bitterly.

The laugh that escapes you, wasn’t humorous. It was exasperated.

“You’re bringing this up, now? You’re fucking kidding me Marissa.”

Her glare doesn’t falter.

Frustration fills you to a point where a headache starts to form in your skull.

“You are mine, not hers.” She growls, leaning towards you from behind her desk. The words that usually would leave you with a tingling sensation in your body, only made you feel queasy.

You step farther away, hands gripping your sides in a vice grip.

“I’ve told you before, and I’ll say it again. She’s. Just. A. Friend. Nothing is going on between us!”

“Does she think that?”

You want to scream.

“Fucking hell Marissa. Even IF she didn’t, that wouldn’t matter! Because I-“

Choking, the words that usually come so easily to you, can’t seem to come out. You sigh, closing your eyes. Reaching to pinch the bridge of your nose, you open them again.

“Marissa,” You look into the eyes that you’ve grown to love. “Please, please, reconsider.”

Pursing her lips, she glares down at the files on her desk. That action made you nervous, and you could feel the unease bubbling in your gut.

“There’s nothing to reconsider. It’s already confirmed. They just need to finalize it.”

Fresh tears fall from your eyes, and your lips tremble. You play your last card.

“The Marissa I love, wouldn’t care.”

Her eyes don’t move from the files.

She doesn’t even flinch.

“The Marissa I love, would find a way. Even if it meant losing her job. Even if it meant going against her superiors.”

She still doesn’t move. And your legs feel as though they could give at any moment.

Silence surrounds you both for a while, and you become anxious.

You were about to say something else, anything else to convince her.

When she finally looked up at you.

Her blue eyes stoically bore into you,

“Then maybe I’m not the Marissa you love anymore.”

Your world comes crashing down. It feels like you’ve been doused in cold water, and you can feel every bit of hope disappear.

Laughing wetly, you run a hand through your hair.

“Erik was right. Go figure.”

Marissa’s eyes widen with your words, as you storm off to the bedroom. Her heels clack noisily as she rushes after you. “What do you mean by that?”

You move past her, grabbing things from the dresser. “You know he isn’t your biggest fan. Figure it out.”

Anger flashes through Marissa as she thinks about your brother, and what he could’ve told you.

She sees you pulling out your bag, and stuffing your things inside.

Dread fills her.

“Darling what– what are you doing?”

Not answering her question, you go into the bathroom to take your essentials.

When you walk back in, Marissa is frantically unpacking your bag, her hair obstructing her face from your view.

You suck in your cheek, striding towards her. You grab her wrists, trying to stop her, but she struggles against your hold.

“Marissa-“ She still struggles.

“Marissa!” Her eyes flash to yours.

What you see, surprises you. Tears are trailing down her face, and her mouth is pulled into somewhat of a snarl. This is the first emotion she has exhibited to you this entire time.

You feel sick.

Exhaling shakily she says in a small voice, “You can’t–you can’t leave.”

Loosening your grip, you slightly soften at her words. “I’m sorry.”

Feeling her go limp under your hands, you sigh in relief as she seems to calm down.

Then her hands shoot up to grab either sides of your jaw, pulling you into a fierce kiss. Her lips are wet against yours, and you hear her whimper. The band on her right hand feels cool on your hot skin, and you instinctually kiss her back.

Kissing Marissa always leaves you with a feeling of longing, or lust.

But this time, this kiss is full of raw emotion. Desperation.

Her hands are tight around your face, and her tongue pushes past your lips forcefully.

She licks into your mouth, moving her hands down your body to your hips. A traitorous moan comes from your throat, and you want to yell at yourself.

You shouldn’t be letting her do this.

You shouldn’t be giving either of you false hope.

You shouldn’t even be here right now.

When she tries to push your body onto the bed behind you, that’s when you gain some sanity back.

Ripping your mouth away from hers, she whimpers again, lips chasing after you. You raise your hands to her chest to push her away.

“Stop it. Please.” Your eyes look off in shame. How could you let her do this?

Marissa makes a noise of disagreement when you duck under her arms, and grab the stuff she’s unpacked. Putting them back into your bag messily, the woman next to you seems to be frozen in place.

The sound of you zipping up your backpack, makes her physically shake her head, her ginger hair swaying with the movement. Her eyes flash with panic as you walk out the room, and to the front door of her apartment.

Hastily, she grabs your right hand with hers. Your rings brush against eachother, and you look down at them. Tears form in your eyes again when she speaks.

“Don’t leave me. Please.”

Her distressed tone makes your heart break.

“I’ll–I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Just please don’t go.”

Inhaling sharply, you continue to look down at her emerald ring.

“You know what I’ll ask for.”

Marissa chews her bottom lip, her sharp white teeth coming into view.

“I-I can’t do that.”

Nodding your head slowly, you sniffle. Glancing to the side you say with finality, “Goodbye, Marissa.”

Pulling your hand out her grip, you begin to open the front door. Helplessly she stutters out,

“But–But I love you.”

Pausing in the doorway, you don’t turn to look at her. Because if you do, you’ll give in. You’ll give in to her gorgeous face, and sweet words.

In most arguments you both have had, you were unable to stay angry long. You would eventually scoop her up in your arms, kiss her face, and coddle her until the tears dried and the tension eased.

But this isn’t like your usual arguments.

It’s the lives of mothers and their children at stake.

Of Johanna and little Hanna.

You wouldn’t be able to live with it. With the guilt. Not even with Marissa.

“And I loved you.”

You swallow, taking a second to think.

“….I’ll send in my resignation in the morning.”

Shutting the door behind you, you walk away. Away from the CIA. Away from her.

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So heyyyyy…… I know this is so freaking late. Like valentines was over a week ago, but life’s been a bit messy. I apologize.

Though I’m quite proud of this.

This is just meant to be a cute, or sad backstory for Marissa and Y/n.

So I really hope y’all enjoy, and I will continue posting as soon as I have some free time! Have a great morning, afternoon, evening, and night wherever you are! ☺️ ~ derangeduser

[lodgeofeilhart]

Hii! Have you seen the series Hanna? I just saw your new post :D

If yes, is there any chance you can please write a one shot with Marissa x Y/N?

HOW, and I mean how the hell have you read my mind!!! OMG, yes, I was actually planning on starting one!!!

You have no idea how happy I am that I'm not the only one who wants a fic like that!!! To be quite honest, I was going to update chapters 15 and 16 of my university fic, which should be very soon, and then start a little draft for the Marissa/Reader fic!! You have no idea how you've made my night with this!! Thank you!! ♥️♥️🥰🙌

[singinprincess]

Finished Hanna and I cannot believe how upsetting that ending was. Marissa 😭 I hated her so much in the beginning of season 1 and then she became my favourite. That mother/daughter bond they created was so beautiful I’m 😭💔 They should’ve gotten to start a new life TOGETHER.

[dykes]

like this is absolutely the milf lover in me talking but marissa wiegler should have lived happily ever after. maybe even kissing and fucking other women. maybe that. hmm???

[notmysweetwife]

if you’re gonna be a killing machine, you have to be gay about it